OneWhoTurns

A/N Oct 2018: Idk why I love writing the creepiness of loss of agency, but I do. (Actually, I have theorized on this and may actually have some ideas why, but it doesn’t cover it all.) So here’s the aftermath of faerie fruit. Elsewhere: AO3, FFnet, ko-fi preview.

Story Title: Iron & Gold
Chapter Title: The Usurper
Chapter Part: 3/3
Story Part: 11/?
Pairing: Emily/Outsider (emsider)
Word count: 885
Rating: T maybe M
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), previously (3-2), next part (4-1)

There was no reason to suspect the stories to be false, but she didn’t realize just how true they would be. The flavor coated her tongue and slipped down her throat and made her mouth water for more immediately. Nothing could compare. The most perfectly ripened apple, peach, plum - any berry, any fruit at all - any anything paled in comparison. Warmth radiated through her, all her sickness forgotten, and pure shimmering joy - lazy sunny summer afternoons and autumn nights hearthside - sank deep into her bones. It was captivating. Absolutely enchanting--

The thought made her lurch with a stifled giggle. Because she was. Enchanted, that was. And it was positively fantastic.