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serbarris · 21 days ago

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Imagine Being Loved By Me

Dragon Age: the Veilguard, no spoilers

Pairing: F!Rook Ingellvar x Emmrich Volkarin

Rating: Explicit

Summary: Emmrich gives Rook a gift, then takes care of her *waggles eyebrows suggestively*

Words: <1000

Extension of the 7th scene in I'll Crawl Home to Her

Slowly being added to ao3

“My dear, please sit still or else I shan’t be able to give this gift properly.” Emmrich teased. Of course, he’d give her the present no matter what. But after finally acquiring a fitting token of his affection, his love, he wanted to give it to Rook exactly as he imagined. Calliope had once again stolen one of Emmrich’s shirts to wear, undone, over her undergarments. Calliope enjoyed being surrounded by the scent of Emmrich, which helped calm her, remembering the times Emmrich had helped ground her with his embrace.

Stepping behind her to the other side of his desk, he opened the soft bag that contained her gift. “Close your eyes,” Emmrich asked, peering around to ensure her eyes were tightly shut. Letting out an exhale of satisfaction Emmrich gathered Rook’s hair, holding it tightly in his hands he twisted her hair up and out of the way, a wry smile on his lips as he pulled lightly on the bundle. Calliope let out a gentle hiss, and heat began to pool between her legs. “If you could please hold your hair?”

Satisfied, Emmrich proceeded to undo the clasp of the necklace, threading it around Rook’s neck, his fingers ghosting over her skin as he did so. After it was joined, Emmrich’s fingers lightly traced the chain over her clavicle, and he placed tender kisses on the back of Rook’s neck. Calliope felt the cool weight of the necklace on her sternum, reaching up to touch the pendant, she gasped as she raised it into her view. Finely detailed skeletal hands cast in gold grasped a large garnet, it was hard to tell upside down but it almost looked like the stone was vaguely heart-shaped. “Emmrich, this is far too much! I can’t imagine what it must have cost!” Emmrich paused his careful mapping of Rook’s neck with his lips and moved closer to her ear, his light stubble scratching at Rook’s skin.

“I saw this when we were back home and I couldn’t resist picturing how it would look around your neck, Calliope.” Added to the ministrations on her neck, he knew the reaction she had to Emmrich saying her real name, how a delicious red would start to paint her cheeks and chest, creating the perfect trail for Emmrich’s fingers to follow as he pushed her shirt to the side. Calliope’s squirms brought herself closer to Emmrich, her back hitting his chest as he gently grasped Calliope’s neck with one hand, his other tracing the long line of her tattoo down towards her soft lower stomach. His cool rings icy against her heat.

“Emmrich” she gasped, breath hitching, reaching for the back of his neck, bringing him closer, and kissing him deeply. Soft moans emanated from the both of them, Calliope broke away inhaling, trying to extricate herself from Emmrich’s grasp, but he coaxed her back to her original position. “Calliope, this is about you, my love.”

The hand around her neck loosened, tracing down her chest until it enclosed around her covered breast. The pressure was a welcome relief to Calliope, her nipples already straining against the fabric of her bandeau. Emmrich’s hand slipped under the fabric, allowing him to tweak and pinch her nipples as she mewled, “Emmrich, please.” Her back arched into the hand playing with her breast, Emmrich’s other holding her hip tight.

“Patience Calliope.” Calliope shivered at the loss of heat as Emmrich pulled away, moving in front of her, pausing to take her in as she sat before him wound tight and panting from his teasing.

“Remove your undergarments” Emmrich ordered, his tone heavy with lust. Calliope began to remove his shirt from her body, “The shirt stays.” Emmrich directed.

Loosening the laces of her bandeau and knickers Calliope shimmied to let them drop to the floor unceremoniously. Emmrich’s eyes darkened as he drank in her body. She had yet to put on her own jewellery that day, her mismatched gold still sitting on Emmrich’s bedside as they had a rare day to themselves. The necklace he’d given her lay between her plump breasts, the candlelit room casting shadows across her tattooed sternum. His shirt draped over her naked form as she waited for his next move.

Something primal heated in Emmrich’s chest at the sight of Calliope only wearing his shirt and his gift. Calliope heated under his gaze, her chest almost as red as the jewel laying upon it. “Look at you,” Emmrich began, stepping forward and taking Calliope’s chin in his hand, “I don’t think I’ll ever tire of seeing you flush with desire, my darling. When we were flirting I always wondered what colour your cheeks might bloom during intimacy, and now I know they redden like a rose because of my touch.”

Emmrich’s thumb grazed her bottom lip before he gripped Calliope’s hips, pulling her towards his body as he captured her mouth in a rough kiss. Calliope yelped as they collided, feeling Emmrich’s hard length between her legs. Instinctively she rolled her hips, moaning as she attained some of the friction she desperately sought.

“So needy Calliope.” Emmrich chuckled, Calliope’s breath hitched as Emmrich’s hand cupped her mound, a sound of pleasure leaving Emmrich as he felt the damp curls between her legs, his middle finger tracing up and down her slit, threatening to plunge between her folds.

“I want to see you come undone by my touch,” Emmrich growled, plunging his fingers into Calliope, leaving her gasping as he stroked her exactly where she needed. “Wearing my shirt, my necklace, you have me completely enthralled Calliope. You are mine.”

Calliope whimpered as Emmrich’s words aided her to dance along the edge of release, she was so close, her core tight as she constricted around Emmrich’s fingers. His thumb found her clit, gently pressing down on the nub, knowing this would cause her climax. “That’s it Calliope, cum for me.”

#veilguard #emmrook #emmrich volkarin #emmrich x rook #rook ingellvar #my fic #oc: calliope #drop this and runs away #its my first time ever writing smut lol

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serbarris · 1 month ago

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I'll Crawl Home to Her

Dragon Age: the Veilguard, some spoilers for plot, spoilers for Emmrichs romance Pairing: F!Rook (Mourn Watch) x Emmrich Volkarin Rating: M Summary: Eight significant times Emmrich Volkarin called Rook by her real name.

Length: ~2500 words

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Emmrich Volkarin first called Calliope ‘Rook’ Ingellvar by her name before she went by Rook.

“Miss Calliope,” Emmrich called over the heads of the handful of students leaving his classroom. At the sound of her name coming from her favourite professor, Calliope instantly flushed and motioned to some companions that they should go ahead without her. “A word if you don’t mind.”

“Yes, Professor?” She asked biting her lip. Professor Volkarin was her favourite, not just for his fantastic necromancy skills, or how eloquently he explained such fantastic concepts, but he was also very attractive. At age 35 his hair was greying at the temples, lending him to look even more distinguished than his carefully put-together clothing suggested.

“I’ve heard from others about your certain... proclivity, to have some ‘adventures’ outside of the Necropolis,” Emmrich began, shifting her paper to the top of the pile, noticeable stains and grease marks littering the off-white sheets. A disapproving frown crossed his face. “I will ask that your future work be submitted with less detritus than the most recent assignment.”

Calliope looked at her paper and a brighter red coloured her cheeks and chest, “Of course Professor, I’m so sorry. I swear I don’t usually do work outside of the library, but something happened with –.”

Emmrich held up his hand to stop the ramble from leaving Calliope’s mouth. A soft smile graced his lips, “Not to worry, my dear, but your work is excellent and you should take pride in it. Now please, I have taken up so much of your time already, run along and join your friends.”

The second time Emmrich says her name it’s when they meet again, 15 years later.

Rook had yet to admit to Bellara, or Myrna and Vorgoth, that she did indeed know Professor Emmrich Volkarin, and of his work. Luckily her time away from the Watchers had helped steel her emotions, calm her once easy-to-flush cheeks, and made lies flow smoothly, but she had been anxious all week in the lead-up to their Necropolis visit. Bellara even commented on her makeup that morning, making Rook flush and attempt to wipe some away with the back of her gloved hand.

“Rook! Lovely to meet a fellow Watcher,” Emmrich exclaimed as he gripped her hand, shaking it politely. “I must confess I apologise if I have you confused, but Myrna had mentioned a ‘Calliope’ to me?”

Calliope’s face dropped from her measured welcoming smile to a startled expression. Letting go of Emmrich’s hand, she attempted to speak voice unsteady, cheeks flushed. “Uh, yes Professor, Calliope Ingellvar. My friends call me Rook. It uh, caught on in the year since I left the Necropolis.”

“Ah, no worries, my friend. I shall follow suit.” Emmrich turned with a flourish, leading Bellara and Calliope to the Belfry. Calliope internally kicking herself over the interaction.

The third time Emmrich said her name was after they shared tea in the Memorial Gardens.

“Speaking of home, have we really never met around the Necropolis before? Even in passing?” Emmrich’s eyebrows raised as he asked the question. Rook’s eyes widened feeling like a halla in the lamplight. An uncomfortable feeling churned in her stomach as she debated how much of her past to reveal. Especially, how enamoured she was with Emmrich as a young adult.

“Oh um, I don’t remember everything from my scholar days. I only took a few advanced classes. Got too... busy.” Rook’s mouth dried at the admission. It was a half truth, she remembered nearly every moment of her schooling, growing up with the senior Watchers as guardians, and more books for company than friends, she was in advanced classes at a younger age than many of the other Watchers her age.

“You know, I’d heard we had a young Watcher getting into scrapes on the streets of Nevarra around then...” Emmrich mused, Rook could almost see the cogs whir in Emmrich’s brain as he searched his memories for a young Rook.

“They weren’t scrapes! They were... extracurricular learning opportunities.”

“Aha! That's it! Calliope, you were in my Advanced Fade Studies and Etheric Flows class!”

Hearing her name from Emmrich’s mouth took her breath away. She had rather hoped he wouldn’t remember her from her scholar years. Calliope couldn’t deny the butterflies fluttering in her body as he remembered her, almost regressing to her 16 year old self, and she endeavoured to change the topic from herself as quickly as possible.

“Yes, I... your class was most enlightening Emmrich, but I couldn’t help but hear you mention homesickness?”

The Fourth time Emmrich says her name, it’s a revelation.

Fighting on the beaches of Rivain always pissed Rook off. It was always too hot, and too sandy. She hated the sand in Rivain, it felt... so coarse compared to the finely milled sand that tracked through the Necropolis. Of course, the scenery of Rivain was stunning and the smell of the ocean air was refreshing, as long as the Antaam weren’t burning gaatlok in her general direction.

Rook dove for the gaatlok-armed Antaam, pushing her body to flip and attack the hulking Qunari with her imbued daggers. Necromancy pulsing from her hands as she struck true. Pulling her weapons free she could hear Emmrich and Taash finish off the last of the Antaam soldiers who had ambushed them.

“They just seem to be around every bloody corner here, don’t they?” she exclaimed, wiping her daggers on her bloodstained clothing.

“Until we can get to the Dragon King,” Taash remarked. The team had tried to track down the Dragon King to no avail, however his poorly planned traps had to lead somewhere.

“We’ll get to him soon enough Taash, then you can set him straight on Dragons having queens!” Rook stretched to pat Taash on their shoulder in consolidation. Suddenly a loud explosion pierced Rook’s ears, throwing her to the ground some distance away from where she stood. “Calliope!” Emmrich shouted over the ringing in her ears, she felt sand being kicked near her face as Emmrich’s familiar boots came into frame, and a distant squelching noise of an axe being buried into a body barely registered. “My darling are you alright?” Emmrich asked, sending his warming magic over her body to check for internal injuries.

“I think I’m okay, can you help me up?” Emmrich slowly manoeuvred her to sit, taking stock further before helping Calliope to her feet. He gripped her waist tightly to keep her steady as she threatened to sway, waiting for Taash to make their way over.

“Hey, Emmrich.”

“Yes, Taash?” Emmrich was exasperated, whatever could Taash want at a time like this?

“Why did you call Rook ‘Calliope’? She’s called Rook?”

The Fifth and Sixth time Emmrich called her Calliope, she had a cold.

Emmrich looked up from his desk to the sound of Manfred hissing and raising his tray, proud of his assortment of tea, soup and some bread. “Ah Manfred, have you prepared this for dear Rook?” A pleased hiss resonated through Manfred's skull, Emmrich straightened the papers on the desk and rose from his chair, peering through the windows above to where the sun was coming through the windows. “It is about time to give her another tonic. Thank you, Manfred, I can take this next door.”

Emmrich gently knocked on Rooks’s door, hearing soft snores from behind, he quietly pushed open the door and rounded the middle of the room to the table closest to the sofa. The dim light from candles and the fade fish illuminating his path. Placing the tray down, he crouched down near Rook’s face, and gently rocked her, “Rook? My darling, it’s time to wake up.”

A grumbling “Mmph” was the reply he received. “Calliope, I brought you some soup.” He drawled elongating her name, much like himself, he knew the food would rouse her from drowsiness. She was often second to the kitchen when food was served, her childhood in the Necropolis meant she often had to go without, and why she often picked up odd jobs around Nevarra City to purchase items that weren’t second or third hand.

Calliope’s eyes slowly opened, blinking, she noticed even with her lying down and Emmrich crouching he towered over her. As she shuffled to extricate herself from the blanket and sit up there was a thud of a book dropping to the floor. On instinct Calliope reached for it, however Emmrich’s longer reach picked it up far swifter than her lethargic body could match. The book read ‘The Obverse of Reality: Studies of the Fade in the Waking World.’ A soft gasp left Emmrich as he noticed the book as one of his very own works, Calliope’s copy was too well-thumbed and too battered to be from his own study in the Lighthouse. Calliope noticed his recognition of the title, her face becoming hotter despite the chill that cloaked her body after removing the blanket. “You never told me you have read any of my works, my dear.”

A shyness crept over Calliope, her eyes darting away from Emmrich’s face as she replied, the congestion in her nose lending her voice a nasal tone, “Well, I was in this class, I had to get your book, it’s even a first edition!”

“It must have been sixteen years since I published this –” Emrich mused,” I'm sure I’ve published much more recent findings on the Fade, especially since it started to thin.”

“I like it, I can hear your voice as I read it.” Calliope started, her voice slowly getting quieter as she admitted, “It’s um – comforting, to read a book I know so well.” Emmrich rose from his crouch, placing a gentle kiss on Calliope’s forehead and moving to sit next to her on the sofa. His earthy scent relaxed Calliope instantly. “Well, how about I read some passages aloud as you eat my dear, I also brought another tonic, it should keep your symptoms at bay and allow you to rest.” Said Emmrich, motioning to the tray on the side table.

Emmrich’s voice was gentle as he read, often musing on additions he would make to the text, or discussing Calliope’s scrawled annotations in the margins. Making note that she used tiny skull shapes to punctuate her ‘i’s’ and exclamation marks. After Calliope ate, she leaned back against the sofa, her head resting on Emmrich’s arm as he continued reading. Emmrich turned the page to the next chapter and Calliope stiffened as she saw the doodle on the page, Emmrich let out a deep chuckle, noting the words written in a loosely drawn doodle of an anatomical heart. Calliope swore she could almost feel every blood vessel in her face expanding, a beet-red flush falling over her face as she scrambled to close the book. Emmrich moved to hold the book far out of her reach, a devious glint in his eye as he drawled “Calliope Volkarin, eh?”

The Seventh time Emmrich said her name it was to give a gift.

Stepping behind her perched on his desk, he opened the soft bag that contained her gift, he peered around to ensure her eyes were tightly shut, letting out an exhale of satisfaction Emmrich moved Rook’s hair to the side, holding it tightly in his hands he twisted her hair up and out of the way, a wry smile on his lips as he pulled lightly on the bundle. Rook let out a gentle hiss as heat pooled in between her legs. “If you could please hold your hair?”

Satisfied, Emmrich proceeded to undo the clasp of the necklace, threading it around Rook’s neck, his fingers ghosting over her skin as he did so. After it was joined, Emmrich’s fingers lightly traced the chain over her clavicle, placing tender kisses on the back of Rook’s neck. Rook felt the cool weight of the necklace on her sternum, reaching up to feel the pendant, gasping as she raised it into her view. Finely detailed skeletal hands grasped a large garnet, it was hard to tell upside down but it almost looked like the stone was vaguely heart-shaped. “Emmrich, this is far too much! I can’t imagine what it must have cost!” Emmrich paused his careful mapping of Rook’s neck with his lips and moved closer to her ear, his light stubble scratching lightly at Rook’s skin.

“I saw this when we were back in Nevarra and I couldn’t resist picturing how it would look around your neck, Calliope.” Added to the ministrations on her neck, he knew the reaction she had to Emmrich saying her real name, how a delicious red painted her cheeks and chest, creating the perfect trail for Emmrich’s fingers to follow. Calliope’s squirms brought herself closer to Emmrich, her back hitting his chest as he gently grasped Calliope’s neck with one hand, his other tracing the long line of her tattoo down towards her soft lower stomach. His cool rings icy against her heat.

“Emmrich” she gasped, breath hitching, reaching for the back of his neck, bringing him closer, and kissing him deeply. Soft moans emanated from the both of them, Calliope broke away inhaling trying to extricate herself from Emmrich’s grasp, but he tugged gently, coaxing her back to her original position. “Calliope, this is about you, my love.”

The eighth time, wasn’t really the eighth time. By then Elgar’nan had been dead for nearly a year. Emmrich and Calliope had returned to the Necropolis, Emmrich to his shaping of young minds, Calliope to the library, her younger self’s sacred sanctuary. On occasion they would jointly lecture on what they discovered during their time fighting against the Evanuris, careful to still keep some secrets. Manfred was flourishing under the tutelage of the Mourn Watch, his curiosity leading to amusing stories over dinner.

On this particular evening, Manfred had delivered a sealed note to Calliope, asking for her to arrive in the Memorial Gardens when the dinner bell tolls.

The flowers in the Memorial Gardens seemed to burst with fragrance as Calliope entered. A bouquet of lilacs stood on the table where Calliope and Emmrich had their first real date when they first started to truly get to know each other. A wisp danced across her vision guiding her past the ledge where a small table was set, taking Calliope back to when they first visited the Memorial Gardens together for the mourning rites, eventually the wisp paused at the steps that led towards the grave covered in snaking Shroud’s Kiss. Calliope thanked the wisp and continued up the steps, and onto the pathway which was littered in a cacophony of flower petals, lilac and yellow beckoning towards the figure at their juncture. Emmrich closed the gap, eager to reach his beloved. “Thank you for coming my darling, I admit it is poor manners on my part for such short notice,” he said entwining his hands with Calliope’s. “Emmrich this is quite the surprise, what’s the occasion?”

“Well my love, I -.” Emmrich started, clearing his throat. “Calliope Ingellvar, my dearest Rook. Would you be so mad as to agree to a lifetime with a besotted fool of a professor, and do me the honour of becoming Calliope Volkarin?”

And that was probably the most significant time Emmrich said Calliope’s name.

#dragon age fic #dragon age: the veilguard #datv #da:tv #emmrich volkarin #emmrich #emmrich x rook #female rook #mourn watch rook #oc: calliope #my fic #post fic then runs away into the night #this is fluffy i promise #this has like no angst who even am i #i debated extending the slightly spicy scene

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