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Do you think Rook starts buying Emmrich shirts at every available gifting opportunity because they just get so frustrated trying to unbutton allllll of that

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do yall ever wonder what you’re best known for in the fandom ?

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today's episode of lukewarm emmrook takes is about the fact that i think emmrich wouldn't be into teacher/student sexy fantasy roleplay but he would go in for teacher/teacher. what if we were colleagues and we made out about it? oh no! your genuine passion for your subject has bewitched me body and soul! do you wanna fuck in the supply closet?

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WIP WFriday

thanks for the tag @guacamolleee! c: I've been working extremely hard on Again We Light Our Fires, and posting like a maniac, so everything is basically published for that one except ultra rough draft stuff. But once I manage to get my surprise novella out of my system, As Mountains Yet Unseen awaits... Isolde and Emmrich are so fucking cute together.

For what it's worth: this is the first time Emmrich sees Isolde grin. He falls just a little bit in love. Which we all know, for Emmrich Volkarin, is like getting just a little bit pregnant.

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“Distract Emmrich,” Bellara begged as she came close.

“What?” Isolde said.

There was a thump one corridor over. Bellara squeaked, and took off again.

One of the objects she’d been holding fell. Isolde picked it up, puzzled. It was made of cool metal, cylindrical in shape, and elaborately molded.

Volkarin came into the room at full speed. He skidded to a halt when he spotted Isolde.

“Ah, Isolde,” Volkarin said, a bit breathless. “Have you seen Bellara recently?”

“Why?” Isolde asked alertly, tucking the baton surreptitiously into her belt.

Volkarin spotted it immediately.

“So you have,” he said, taking a stride forward.

Isolde sidled further away. Her risk assessment was rapidly falling: whatever was going on between them, Volkarin wasn’t actually angry, and Bellara had only been alarmed, not terrified. But with the cause of the disagreement unclear, Isolde remained cautious.

Volkarin considered her carefully, taking a step forward with the same deliberation as a man choosing a move on a chessboard.

Isolde danced a little further away, silently .

The look of growing dismay that flashed on Volkarin’s face was priceless. Something about playing keep-away with a man as dignified as Volkarin was just… comical.

Volkarin looked at her, eyes flashing with shock. A slow smile spread on his face, as if in response to someone else.

It was only then that Isolde realized she was grinning.

Volkarin lunged.

Isolde took off.

Within a dozen strides, it became clear that keeping ahead of him was demanding task. His legs were unfairly long; Isolde was shocked Bellara had managed to get as much of a lead on him as she had. Isolde burst out into the open plaza, eyes darting. Maybe if she scaled Harding’s greenhouse—

Volkarin’s outstretched fingers brushed the baton. Isolde took a sharp turn around the corner of a building, and Volkarin yelped, nearly going down as he tried to follow. Laughter bubbled out of Isolde’s throat, sudden and surprised.

With her fraction of a lead, Isolde raced for the side of the storage bay. She clambered up the sheer side of the building two stories, sneaking inside the loft’s window. Volkarin wouldn’t expect it; it would give her a handful of seconds to hide the artifact in the loft, and then lead him away.

The ground floor door of the storage bay slammed open. Damn, he’d figured it out fast—Isolde pulled up the rope ladder, cutting off his way up.

Volkarin tilted his head back, considering her with hands on his hips. His tidy hair was slightly ruffled, a few locks out of place.

“I can get another ladder at any time, you know,” he told her, amusement in his eyes.

“Have you ever seen a repelled siege?” Isolde asked. She playfully mimed shoving something away.

“I’m a patient man,” Volkarin said. “Not much to do up there, is there?”

Volkarin leaned back against a wall. He was smiling, clearly enjoying himself.

Isolde settled in, wondering how much time Bellara needed her to buy.

After a handful of minutes, Volkarin said, “Ah. A mithen has to be rather patient as well, haven’t they?”

“Yes,” Isolde said, suppressing a smile. “Why do you want these artifacts, anyway?”

“Because she will refuse to sleep for the next week straight if she’s allowed unfettered access to them,” Volkarin said wearily. “I simply want to keep them in my office to remove the temptation.”

Well. That seemed reasonable enough. But still—it didn’t feel right to simply hand it over, when Bellara had entrusted her like this.

“Perhaps we might do an… exchange,” Volkarin said. “Provide me the artifact, and I will purchase you a sweet tidbit from any of the markets we can access with the Eluvian. What would you like? A torte? A punnet of berries?”

“A bribe?” Isolde said playfully.

“No, no,” Volkarin said smoothly, grinning. “A gesture of goodwill.”

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Chapter 6 of again we light our fires is now up! Time for some tenderness.

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Rook woke to the golden sunlight of early evening pouring into her bedroom window. The light fell across Emmrich’s face and a sliver of his collarbone, so lovely that Rook ached. He was on his side, eyes half open, relaxed, watching her with soft attention. In the full light his irises looked like the gold and green of a sunlit pond in midsummer, warm and inviting.

Rook shifted closer, and kissed him softly.

Emmrich slid a hand into her hair immediately, eyes fluttering shut. He kissed her repeatedly, sweet kisses with lingering pauses between them, gentle and slow. Rook’s belly warmed. She watched his face as they traded kisses, unable to look away from his handsome features, his soft expression.

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Chapter five of again we light our fires, aka soft dom Emmrook A/B/O with a huge side order of gender commentary, is now up on Ao3! Five people who don't normally go for A/B/O liked it; could you be the next? 😉

This week the fic earns its "Emmrich Volkarin eats pussy like it's his life calling" tag. NSFW under the cut.

Emmrich didn’t look away, watching her with a heated gaze as his tongue explored her, doubling back to lovingly repeat anything that made her twitch or moan. Rook’s eyes squeezed shut. Emmrich’s mouth was fiercely hot, the play of his tongue and lips and breath over her making her jerk and cry out. He didn’t once touch her clit; as he kept going, and going, it became clear that it was because he didn’t want for her to come and for him to have to stop. He was tireless, jaw working, tongue lathing, flicking, swirling, sucking, until Rook was breathing raggedly, moaning with everything he did. The bed was soaked under her all the way to her knees.  

Somehow, without having been directly touched once, Rook started to get close. She had no idea what he was doing, except that it felt so amazing that she might die, right here and now. Her cunt tightened, the pleasure going deeper, and deeper.

When he fastened onto her clit, tip of his tongue flicking in ways that had Rook seeing stars, Rook had time to hysterically think how did anybody give him up—

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look, I have a type okay??? those are my emotional support tropes. i need them to make the brain do the thinky thing.

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Chapter five of again we light our fires, aka soft dom Emmrook A/B/O with a huge side order of gender commentary, is now up on Ao3! Five people who don't normally go for A/B/O liked it; could you be the next? 😉

This week the fic earns its "Emmrich Volkarin eats pussy like it's his life calling" tag. NSFW under the cut.

Emmrich didn’t look away, watching her with a heated gaze as his tongue explored her, doubling back to lovingly repeat anything that made her twitch or moan. Rook’s eyes squeezed shut. Emmrich’s mouth was fiercely hot, the play of his tongue and lips and breath over her making her jerk and cry out. He didn’t once touch her clit; as he kept going, and going, it became clear that it was because he didn’t want for her to come and for him to have to stop. He was tireless, jaw working, tongue lathing, flicking, swirling, sucking, until Rook was breathing raggedly, moaning with everything he did. The bed was soaked under her all the way to her knees.  

Somehow, without having been directly touched once, Rook started to get close. She had no idea what he was doing, except that it felt so amazing that she might die, right here and now. Her cunt tightened, the pleasure going deeper, and deeper.

When he fastened onto her clit, tip of his tongue flicking in ways that had Rook seeing stars, Rook had time to hysterically think how did anybody give him up—

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Lazy sketch of the Rook from Again We Light Our Fires. She'd never wear so little, but the world MUST see her cute fourpack.

I get it, Emmrich. I get it.

Their kids are gonna have the best cheekbones.

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"Idiots to lovers" works best when the idiots in question are extremely intelligent

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"Is it weird knowing people jack off to what you've written 😱" buddy I soaked through my pants writing it and I'm taking everyone down with me

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more bonus Emmrich POV facts from again we light our fires:

watching Rook and being unable to comfort her when she brought him into the apartment in chapter 2 was genuinely torture. Everything in both his instincts and personality are screaming at him to help her, to soothe her, while being unable to act because the trust between them is too delicate and knowing he'd only make things worse... distressing.

the burn scar on his body is from a housefire that killed his parents. He wears a glove at times because the skin of his (previously dominant) hand is the place that is still most visibly scarred. Most of the layers of healing he did himself, trying to erase it entirely. Previous omegas he helped with heats pressured him for the story, thinking that it would be brave and sexy alpha behavior or whatever. Rook's reaction hits him hard; he's actually never been humanized over it before? Some people were less physically interested in him in his youth over it (before he'd done so much work on it), some people wanted to ignore it, some people wanted an alpha performance. Her concern and compassion is completely unexpected. It's a positive thing, but in that moment it also opens up a surprising well of hurt.

the, uh, timing of when Emmrich gets particularly excited in chapter 4 is not a coincidence. he's having an Extremely Normal Time when she says his name. Sooooo normal.

he's particularly blindsided by Rook liking everything he's been doing because Emmrich is a gentle alpha and like. Many people he's interacted with don't think that's a positive. For once in his life he's really turned down the dial on Gender Performance and she??? likes it???? ?????????????

he's a gentleman and he's not going to say anything but uh. You know what happens to a thicc woman's thighs when she sits down? Yeah Rook sure is uh-- he's. He's looking.

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ik your fic has a non pregnancy tag, but emmrich and rook should throw the magic condom ring away okay

they deserve it and they both want itttttt

hilariously I posted on my main blog about a gif that had me so tempted:

(gif by morganpdf)

UNFORTUNATELY FOR ME MR. EMMRICH "RESPONSIBLE" VOLKARIN SAID NO

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more rambling about Again We Light Our Fires because I've been thinking about it literally all day-- one of the things I set out to accomplish with this fic was having Emmrich and Rook have actual trust building. One of the things that often disappoints me as a reader of the a/b/o genre is how often it likes to portray violent violation of the submissive's desires or comfort or safety as being hot. I certainly have my own versions of dark shit I'm into, but that ain't one of them. I wanted to see how I could crank up the heat and tension, without having the risk/danger be... coming from the dominant. Honestly, having the love interest's behavior be what's scary about the situation has always been a headscratcher for my personal tastes.

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the affection and snuggling and desire is sooo good and so well-written thank you for so many updates in quick succession

tyyy :3c

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Chapter 4 of again we light our fires is now up!

Nsfw preview below the cut.

“Already thinking of seconds?” Rook purred.

“We both know just how quickly things will escalate from here,” Emmrich said.

The words were practical, but his voice was deep and rough with an undercurrent of desire so strong that Rook twitched.

He slid the ring back on, not bothering to pull away from Rook. Rook shivered as the cool metal passed over her sensitive skin. Pressed between them, it quickly warmed.

Emmrich licked his lips, and hesitated, not activating the magic. He dragged his bare cock down her folds slowly. Paused, several long and deliberate seconds, as if debating the wisdom of what he was doing. Looking like a man knowing he was making a mistake, he did it again.

“I don’t know,” Rook said with false innocence. “How quickly will it escalate?”

She caught his eye, held it. Slowly, so slowly, she slid up his length. Emmrich’s nostrils flared. Just as slowly, she slid down. She couldn’t repress a shiver when the head of his cock rubbed over her clit, but she didn’t let her eyes close, didn’t look away.

Emmrich’s pupils were large and dark, his gaze intense, unblinking. His lips were parted. Another pass; Rook couldn’t hold back a moan. Emmrich exhaled, his gaze dropping. He grabbed her thighs and squeezed.

“You’re a patient man,” Rook teased him. “How quickly could it be?”

“Patience is relative,” Emmrich said, strained.

She slid down his length, squeezing her legs to keep him pressed firmly against her. She rolled her hips in a teasing circle.

“Very quickly,” Emmrich admitted, his voice rough.

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I saw that chapter count go up 👀 thank you for feeding us so well

been very busy making my dolls kees 💋