Emmrich Week 2025 Round-up
A small post to round up my works for @datvcompanionweeks Emmrich Week 2025. All works are explicit in honor of Kinktober 😌 Please enjoy 😉💖
All my works can be found on AO3 (linked below) or my writing tag #guacamole writing (and also #emmrichweek2025).
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Day 1 - Necromancy | Corpse-whispering - Vanitas (Explicit. 1,012 words)
“Emmrich…”
The wrecked noise from his lungs was more sob than words.
There she was — his Rook answering his call, even beyond the grave. It was her voice, his name on lips long gone, cracking and distant, the green glow of his corpse-whispering throwing harsh shadows across his dark room.
But it was her.
—
Or, Emmrich Volkarin, corpse-whisperer, and the depths of love and grief.
-> Major Character Death warning here. Rook is very dead.
Day 2 - Family | Curiosity - taken root (Explicit. 1,749 words)
He missed the intimacy, of course, those endless nights driving each other to the brink over and over. And he missed her. Soft, yielding flesh under his palms, the sweet taste of nectar settling hot and heavy on his tongue. But Emmrich was a gentleman, not some brute who’d paw at his wife when she clearly needed her rest.
Thus when she turned to him, a question on her tongue, he nearly missed it entirely.
“Would you give me another baby?”
He blinked at her. “Come again?”
“I mean, yeah, that’s the idea, Emmrich.”
—
Or, Emmrich and Rook get to work on expanding their family.
Day 3 - Grief | Death | Thanatophobia - with love-kindling eyes (Explicit. 1,249 words)
Oh, they shouldn’t be doing this. They really, really shouldn’t be doing this — not here, at least. But Emmrich was so much easier to rile up than he presented himself to be, and Rook was never one to let him live it down.
A touch here.
A flash of skin there.
And next thing they both knew, his collar was undone, his hair mussed by her hands — and, well. Here they were.
—
Or, in which Emmrich and Rook pull a Mary-Shelley-at-her-mother's-grave, if you know what I mean.
Day 4 - Flowers | Grave Gold - goldrush (Explicit. 1,467 words)
Gold upon gold and nothing else — Emmrich’s breath caught in his throat when he saw her, artfully reclined on their bed as though she had planned this, eyes trained on him by the door. A hand rose, no words spoken as she crooked a ring-clad finger, beckoning him forward with a silent siren-song, his feet moving before he could think.
Still, she said nothing, and it was Emmrich that eventually broke the silence.
“Rook.”
“Hi.” A tongue darted out to wet her bottom lip, the dark flush rising to her cheeks and up her sharp ears belieing the put-upon airs she tried to wrap around herself. “Like what you see, Professor?”
—
Or, Emmrich comes home to a surprise clad in gold, jewels, and nothing else.
Day 5 - Becoming a Lich | Saving Manfred - Death-kissed (Explicit. 857 words)
It was different. It was strange. But it did not make Rook love Emmrich any less.
“I want to see what you see.” A murmur, warm lips to cold bone, and the magic around him flared, seeping below her skin.
Emmrich pulled away, watching her, warm hazel eyes replaced by veilfire but no less affectionate. “Are you certain, my love?”
“Yes.”
—
Or, Rook sees the world as Lich Lord Emmrich does. Intimacy changed, but no less beloved.
Day 6 - Necropolis | Spirits | Academia - An Academic Voyeur (Explicit. 1,689 words)
Was that… Professor Volkarin and his…? Iris nearly let out a squeak, covering her mouth, and making herself as small as possible.
She could sneak away right now. Should sneak away. Go through the back door, quiet as a mouse, maybe they won’t notice her, maybe—
“Why don’t we have our own little lesson here, Professor?” Rook’s knees hit the floor, and Iris’ eyes nearly bulged out of their sockets, heat curling low in her gut, blood rushing mortifyingly southward knowing exactly where this was going. Rook looked up at the Professor through her lashes. “You guide. I listen. How does that sound?”
—
Or, a student catches Rook and Emmrich in a compromising position in his classroom, completely unbeknownst to them both.
Day 7 - Free Day - kiss-drunk and sleep-warm (Explicit. 5,290 words)
He would apologize to Rook as soon as he found her — he hadn’t meant to come home so late. She probably had plans like any young adult on a Friday night, though thoroughly derailed at this point. It was so terribly hard to find a capable babysitter these days, especially one that his son adored and who adored him in return. He’d hate to lose her — Emmrich caught himself, clearing his throat as he pulled his scarf off, correcting all too quickly — for Manfred to lose her.
At such a tender age, his son needed that stability, something Emmrich knew might not be something he alone could offer between his work and his research.
That was all. Certainly nothing more to it.
—
Or, single dad Emmrich fucks the babysitter. He has a lot of Big Feelings about it. A modern AU.
