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In which Emmrich has a small existential crisis about getting naked (and does it anyway) - now featuring Trans!Emmrich
After a few weeks of fucking, Rook wants to see Emmrich fully naked. Emmrich has... feelings about this. They resolve them at the Necropolis. Kinda hot in parts, mostly incredibly sweet. Rewrite featuring Trans!Emmrich and additional body dysphoria/worship.
This is a rewrite of one of my existing pieces, inspired by this post by @the-bear-and-his-sunbird on Tumblr. Trans!Emmrich is not a character I have headcanoned before, but what they wrote was so sweet, I could really see it working in what I'd written, especially with the fact of Marilys' own gender identity journey.
NB Mourn Watch Rook x Trans!Emmrich
Mostly centres on their age difference (~30 years) and bodily insecurities relating to gender identity
Explicit
CW for mild gender dysphoria: nonbinary character uncomfortable with menstruation (implied more than detailed), trans character recalling past reactions to their body.
5.6k / One Chapter
Emmrich swallowed. Hard.
It was certainly true that Rook’s exposure to his body had been limited. The base of his throat when he had loosened his collar; enough stomach as was required to untuck his shirt, to run their hands over the flat expanse of his chest; they had never mentioned his scars. But the rest he had kept under wraps until now. It wasn’t through lack of self-appreciation, not quite. Emmrich had become, with time, proud of his body. He took time and care over it, through light physical exercise, diet, careful application of products from the pomade in his hair to the talc on his toes. His nightly routine of tonics and tinctures could be passed off as part of that, the vanity of an ageing man - but there was more to it. The potions that Rook had once taken were what he sipped every day alongside his camomile tea. His manhood carefully crafted not just in appearance but in substance as well. What made him a man was, well, Emmrich himself. He hadn’t been born with this body or blessed under that name, and for all that Rook had been open about their own identity, their struggles with dysphoria and the peace they’d found… No. He hadn’t told them, yet.
Ok @serstolas brought up Rookanis and though I have mostly stopped writing for these guys....
Your lyrics if you choose to accept them
And I'd give up forever to touch you
'Cause I know that you feel me somehow
You're the closest to Heaven that I'll ever be
And I don't wanna go home right now ~ Iris by the Goo Goo Dolls
Here's part of ch3 of My Other Half. My Spite soulmate AU.
@nightfurmoon @sombraoscura4 @trash-nerd @jaspercafe idk who else liked this one whatever
“What does Rook mean? Spite cannot go?”
The elf sighed as they looked across the room to their demon. His wings sagging the ground as his head hung low. As he watched them prepare for the mission ahead. The one they would go on without him at their side.
They had been almost inseparable since he learned of their bond. Each night in his arms, and each day as their shadow.
But secrets were a difficult thing to keep in the Lighthouse. Especially with a tie as unique as theirs.
Lucanis was becoming more than suspicious. And even the others noticed the longing stares and almost touches. Rook finding it just as difficult as Spite to stay away. To ignore the invisible string that pulled them ever closer.
“Spite please,” they begged as they ran a frustrated hand through their hair. “It's just one mission.”
“This time,” the demon hissed as he clenched his fists at his side. “And then more. More times. More hurt. Spite alone.”
Rook had been avoiding this conversation. Avoiding telling the team the truth. Avoiding breaking Lucanis’ heart. Not wanting the drama. More headaches. All the questions their revelation would bring.
Wanting to keep this little bit of heaven. This world where only they and Spite existed. Where they could touch. Where they could love. Where two souls could feel as one.
But they saw now all they had done was delay the inevitable. And hurt their poor demon. The one they cherished most.
“Spite-” They called his name softly as he appeared at their side. Calloused hands finding his face as he melted to their touch. “I promise. Let me find this Warden and get him settled. Then we will tell everyone. Together.”
