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light to guide you home - ch 5

E | emmrook | emmrich romance endgame rewrite | 5/5 | 18.6k

They think of Varric telling them to take breaks, of Emmrich noticing the way they’ve tensed up with stress. And they think maybe, just maybe, it’s okay to seek out companionship with a fight with two literal gods on the horizon. Any port in a storm, as they say. or, a lengthy expansion upon the night before tearstone through the night before minrathous.

from the beginning.

morning after scene, just because.

After a moment, their gaze refocuses on Emmrich, who looks perfectly put together. He’s dressed for the day, jewelry and all. “What time is it?” Exhaustion still sits heavy in their bones, still has them feeling like they’re drifting, weight holding them under the water.

“Just after dawn. I’ve only been up for an hour or so,” Emmrich replies happily. Far, far too happily for how early it is. Only been up an hour or so , Kione thinks mockingly.

They stare at him with what must be a look of open disdain.

“I endeavored to let you sleep in.” He adds, only a touch defensive.

“You’re lucky you’re very handsome.” Kione sits up on their elbows a little. A yawn drags from their lips, extending into a stretch. Emmrich’s eyes follow the line of their body, gaze almost hungry. “And sweet. And familiar with the finer points of anatomy," they add.

chapter 5.

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outsourcing decision making as is tradition

next fic to work on?

finish kione prequel/meeting varric fic

davrin centric character study

maive/dorian vg era fic time

something solavellan flavored

dragon age modern au makes a return

actually finish the aeron/gale fic

secret seventh thing (comment/tag it)

secret eighth thing (zzz fic?)

secret ninth thing (resident evil fic...)

Voting ended onDec 23, 2024

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major veilguard spoilers round 2

i think the only thing that DID feel missing to me re: the varric reveal was that there wasn't more mourning with the companions. on a game structure and budget level i'm not Surprised, and the scene we did get in the infirmary? love it. incredible. and we did get a bit of banter around it!

but this is in fact a self plug bc i was in fact thinking about my emmrich romance endgame fic. (which i keep struggling to describe. rewrite doesn't feel like the right word, because the events are largely the same. but calling it an expansion on also feels weird? idk).

anyway. writing rook telling emmrich about not knowing varric was alive was a very satisfying scene for me. and i may circle back to do it with more of the companions. but i Will be inflicting the scene here:

“Can I tell you something?” Kione frowns, finally pushing themselves up to curl knees to their chest instead, chin resting on top of them. “Of course, dearest. Anything at all.” The shift in mood doesn’t fly over Emmrich’s head. He moves a little closer, slowly bringing a hand to rub between their shoulder blades. “I’ve been seeing Varric. This whole time. He’s been in the infirmary, bedridden.” The hand on their back stills for just a moment before resuming the soothing circles.

“I didn’t know he was dead. Didn’t know he’d died at the ritual. And now I know, but it was just some sick tactic from Solas. Knew I’d be easier, more pliant with someone he knew was willing to trust him – at least a little.” Their fingers dig into their legs. “He used Varric to get to me after he killed him.” “Oh, darling, that’s vile.” Emmrich’s lips tug into a deep frown, brows drawing in. “I’m so very sorry, dear, the mourning process is complicated enough. How it must feel like a fresh loss to you.” He scoots closer again, this time tugging Kione into his side. “As if you haven’t lost far too much already.” “It’ll never be as much as Solas thinks he’s lost. I’m just another casualty. Just another tally on his list of things to feel guilty and sad about. Not that those things have ever stopped him.” They scoff, sound bitter and defeated. Kione slowly allows themselves to melt into Emmrich’s side, bask in the comfort. “And now I have to figure out how to stop him. Again. This time without Varric. And I… I don’t know if I can. But I have to. If I fail, I- it’s not an option.” Their chest tightens the longer they talk, stress hiking just at the thought. “You may be without Varric, but you aren’t without the wisdom he’d previously imparted on you.” Emmrich’s hand moves along Kione’s arm gently. “And you’re supported by all of us at the Lighthouse. Not to mention, you’ve forged truly unshakable bonds with factions across Northern Thedas. Unlike Solas, you aren’t alone, you don’t have to do this alone. Any of it.” “I – you’re right. I know you are. But I’m so scared that I’ll fumble it, somehow. That I’ll let everyone down. Let Varric down. He died for this and I didn’t even know. I have to succeed. I can’t let his sacrifice mean nothing.”

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wip wednesday! mixing it up bg3 style bc i need motivation to finish this fic.

from the loose sequel to my initial gale/aeron (durge) epilogue fic.

Gale hums an acknowledgment as he removes the jacket finally, swiftly followed by the undershirt and working at the laces on his pants. Behind him is the telltale rustling of Aeron following suit. He soaks in the quiet, the ease of the companionship. For the hundredth time that day alone, Gale thinks just how lucky he really is. To go from planning a remote death, die alone for his own folly, to planning a wedding – planning the rest of his life with someone. It still gives him a little whiplash. Once he’s stripped to his briefs, he grabs for his softest house pants and – well his shirt should be with them. “My love, have you seen-” As Gale turns around, the question dies, answer before him. Aeron is standing there, rather smug, Gale’s shirt hanging from his thin frame, dwarfing him like a billowing nightgown. He’d love to be annoyed, but Gale is simply too charmed by the sight. “I have!” Aeron replies brightly. “Tea before bed? And maybe some of those little cakes your mom sent?” Gale hopes, idly, that the history books don’t miss his Bhaalspawn’s voracious sweet tooth. His mother certainly always remembers. One day she may accept that Aeron is ghastly thin no matter his diet, but for now she showers them in all the cakes, pastries, and sweets she can manage in hopes to put some meat on his bones. And, well, Aeron certainly isn’t complaining.

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light to guide you home - ch4

E | emmrook | emmrich romance endgame rewrite | 4/5 | 15.9k

They think of Varric telling them to take breaks, of Emmrich noticing the way they’ve tensed up with stress. And they think maybe, just maybe, it’s okay to seek out companionship with a fight with two literal gods on the horizon. Any port in a storm, as they say. or, a lengthy expansion upon the night before tearstone through the night before minrathous.

from the beginning.

if you don't fuck the necromancer in his coffin, what's the point?

“Is there anything I should know? Things you prefer? Things you’d like me to avoid?”

A choked, breathless laugh leaves Kione. “You couldn’t have asked me that before you were already on your knees?”

Emmrich looks rather pleased with himself.

“Nothing that might make me walk funny tomorrow. If I have to go up to fight Elgar’nan with a limp of shame, we’re going to lose,” they settle on, thoughtfully. It pulls a soft laugh from Emmrich, the puff of breath from it tickling their inner thigh.

“Duly noted, darling.”

chapter 4.

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forcibly joining wip wednesday by pretending @mamawasatesttube tagged me <3

sharing a clip from the pre-canon fic i've been working on for kione! it got backburnered after finishing the game for... reasons. but with current one about finished, going back to it is my next plan!

“Isabela! Queen of the Eastern Seas! My favorite admiral!” The low, rough voice draws Kione’s attention from the rest of the bar, focusing in on the dwarf in front of them. Must be Varric. Their eyes roam down over the deep v of his shirt, the surprisingly well groomed hair of his chest. Suddenly, this assignment doesn’t seem quite so bad. A sharp pain snaps their attention back, Isabela having stepped on their foot. Oh. Varric is looking at them, somewhere between expectant and smug. They’ve been caught. “Kione.” They put their hand out and Varric takes it, then brushes lips over the back of their knuckles rather than shaking it. Fuck. “Pleasure. Come sit down, let’s talk. Despite whatever Isabela says, you don’t have to come with me.” He slides into the booth again, and Isabela steers them to sit across from him, with her caging them in from the outer part of the bench, as if worried they’ll make a run for it. Not the most unreasonable worry she could have. “We just got here and you’re already undermining my authority.” Isabela rolls her eyes good-naturedly, and proceeds to grab Varric’s tankard and drain it in one go. Classic. “Let’s call it different leadership styles. You can’t blame me if Kione prefers mine.” Varric grins, then fixes Kione with a wink. They hope the warm but dark light of the room hides their blush. “I certainly can. It wasn’t easy training them. I’ll sabotage your next publishing deal if you undo all that.” “I’m not a dog, you know.” Kione rolls their eyes, but a soft laugh leaves them. Isabela’s been somewhere between complaining and bragging about Kione’s stubborn, unmanageable streak since they met. “And deprive poor Merrill of her favorite books? Cruel.” Varric turns to Kione, looking them over again. “You strike me as more of a cat, anyway.” They aren’t sure what he means by it, but it sounds like a good thing, so they smile at him.

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apologies that chapter 3 is gonna be a day late ;w; it's finished writing wise but my brain is not functioning enough to do an editing pass and i only got to the first chunk of it last night

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chapter two of my emmrich endgame romance rewrite is up!