Sep. 30th, 2018

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A/N Sept 2018: I have no idea what to call this series, or if I should title it at all. So here’s the first bit I wrote for the fae AU (once more I find myself writing in manageable little chunks and then going in to bridge between sections). It’s mostly establishing the backstory as shifted to the new setting. If you like my work, find more over on AO3 or FFnet, and keep an eye on my ko-fi if you want the occasional preview. Oh, also, I hesitate to ask but... comments?.

Story Title: Iron & Gold
Chapter Title: The Queen
Chapter Part:
1/3
Story Part: 2/?
Pairing: eventual Emily/Outsider (emsider)
Word count: 1530
Rating: PG (higher rating later chapters)
Summary: Ever since she was a child Emily had been cautioned: beware the fae. She’d heard the typical warnings – faerie rings, wishing wells, mysterious lights in the darkness. But they were just cautionary tales... [A Dishonored fae AU]
start here (prelude), next part (1-2)


Ever since she was a child Emily had been cautioned: beware the fae. She’d heard the typical warnings -- faerie rings, wishing wells, mysterious lights in the darkness. But they were just cautionary tales, names of people she’d never met, stories about a land where things were so beautiful they would drive men mad. She’d never known a family that thought itself to have a changeling. She’d never spotted a brownie dusting up the corners of the castle. No faerie-gifted musicians or craftsmen had ever taken work in the royal palace.

When she was ten - when her mother was murdered - things changed. Years later Emily struggled to remember that day-- those months. People grabbing her, pulling her away as she screamed for her mother, watching glassy eyes that stared unblinkingly to the sky, fingers digging into her shoulders as she shrieked and wailed. Some time - days? weeks? - locked up in a room with only masked jailers to bring her sustenance. Losing herself in daydreams of how her mother was fine, and how she’d have every guard and soldier and knight in the kingdom looking for her daughter, how Corvo would come for her. Every time she heard swords clashing she’d imagine it was him, on the warpath to come rescue her. But it never was. Then she’d been moved.

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