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Hi, Emmy :)

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Best of both worlds 🖤

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Am I obsessed with Emmlich? Maybe 🤔

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In my HC, Hugo joins Emmrich in Lichdom

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My Hugo wearing Emmrich’s outfit 💚

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I can’t stop coming back to this one 👀

From my Bellara to Emmrich swap 🖤

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Reblog because I still really like this

A little snippet from my swap mod

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I am here, My Love.

What if Emmrich found a way into The Regret Prison and looked for Rook instead of pulling them out? And if you have your Rook set him as a Romance option, he kisses your Rook to break them out of Solas’s Spell/Curse? I feel like that would have been so beautiful to see! 😭💚✨

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Crush me 😮‍💨

This sensation…

Ft @themournfulwatcher Rook, Hugo

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You’re cooking 👀

Group Project

(Hugo & Ivy crossover fic)

I love getting to work with you on this @themournfulwatcher 😍

The lunch hall of the Grand Necropolis echoed with the clatter of cutlery and conversation. Ivy balanced her tray in one hand and her necromancy textbook in the other, scanning for an empty seat and trying not to scowl.

The assignment had been a disaster.

She’d looked forward to it, really looked forward to it. A demonstration of rune-binding theory. Her chance to shine, to prove she wasn’t just another face in the Mourn Watch’s sea of robes. Maybe even earn a passing nod from Professor Volkarin. Or more.

As she sat down at an empty table next to a window she imagined it… Professor Volkarin leaning over her shoulder, his voice soft and warm as he traced a finger along her parchment, pointing out the parts she’d executed well. The parts she could improve. She’d look up at him, eyes wide, voice soft…

“Could you show me, Professor?” She’d bite her lip, flutter her eyelashes. And then…

Ivy caught herself, blinked hard, willing the blush down. Maker’s breath, she was spiraling again. She picked up her fork with a sigh, it didn’t even matter. None of it did because the assignment wasn’t solo. Professor Volkarin had insisted on partners.

And of course, the moment he said it, the rest of the students had snapped together like bones in a well-repaired skeleton. She panicked, trying to keep her voice steady as she asked one classmate after another but everyone was already paired. Already gone.

There was just one person left…. Hugo.

Of course it had to be him. Top of the class. Perfect posture. Perfect handwriting. Perfect face.

She stabbed her bread, imagining it was his stupidly symmetrical nose.

At the far end of the hall Ivy watched Hugo and Professor Volkarin walking side by side, the two of them cloaked in joyful conversation.

Professor Volkarin gave Hugo a brief, approving nod, his hand resting lightly on his shoulder. “If you continue at this pace, I’ll have no choice but to retire early and leave the lectern to you.”

Hugo ducked his head, color rising in his cheeks. “Hardly. I’m fortunate to have a capable mentor.”

Ivy’s stomach twisted. That blush should’ve been illegal. When the professor stepped away, Hugo’s smile vanished, replaced by something colder, sharper. He turned and caught her gaze before walking over.

“Room for one more?” he asked, already setting his tray down.

She glared.

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Hugo prepared for everything.

He memorized lecture notes, rewrote sigils in seven different permutations, practiced incantations until his fingers cramped. He’d even drafted potential responses for the rare, impossible chance a professor might comment on his work.

But not this.

Not the warmth of Professor Volkarin’s laughter. Not the ease of walking beside him like a peer. Certainly not the gentle pressure of his ringed hand against his back.

“If you continue at this pace,” Professor Volkarin said, voice laced with kindness and admiration, “I’ll have no choice but to retire early and leave the lectern to you.”

Hugo’s breath caught. His normally sharp thoughts scattered like loose parchment in the wind.

Outwardly, his voice remained composed. “Hardly. I’m fortunate to have a capable mentor.” But the warmth rising to his cheeks gave him away. He kept his gaze fixed on the floor, silently willing his pulse to steady.

Professor Volkarin lingered for a moment longer. “Keep up the wonderful work, my boy,” he said with a polite smile, then turned away toward the faculty wing.

Hugo stood still.

His heart was hammering, and he hated that it was. This wasn’t a rune to decode or a problem to solve, this was feeling, and he didn’t know what to do with it.

… He should’ve prepared better.

Hugo turned toward the tables and there sat the black haired girl who still didn’t have a partner like him. Maker he always forgot her name… Iris? Sable? Whoever she was she was scowling at her bread like it had personally offended her. She looked up and their eyes met.

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Hugo making Emmlich blush, if he could, with that smile 😏

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Made a Lucanis to Emmlich swap. I love him so much...

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From my Bellara to Emmrich swap 🖤

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“Our prohibitions regarding the dead wouldn’t apply to a Lich.” I’m taking you up on that.

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Emmlich uppies

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Hugo Ingellvar x Emmrich Volkarin

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Full image here

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