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A/N Jan 2019: I really liked writing brute but had a more specific version of the main character in mind. You can find a third person (instead of second person) version of brute over on my FFnet page. Should I change the original on AO3 to be in third person, for the sake of continuity within a series? Let me know.

Also... I unabashedly borrowed the concept of supernatural modesty from His Dark Materials (the witches and how they achieve invisibility).


Title: meek
Chapter: 1/1
Pairing: Jacob Frye x OC
Word count: 2478
Rating: PG, maybe T for referenced violence but not really
Summary: Once more he relied on something besides his eyes, letting his Assassin senses pick out the figure before him. Shifting. Flickering. Fading and cutting in and out of the air itself: fascinating for how forcefully uninteresting it wanted to be. [*A reverse POV version of brute with a specified OC.]


He’d always assumed Evie was the only one who could do that. How, he wasn’t quite sure, but he wasn’t entirely concerned with it either; it was that same instinct he had - that George had, that their father had had. It was part of being an Assassin. Jacob had an innate ability to aim under pressure, his sister could just… disappear. He’d never seen anyone else do anything like it. Or not-seen it, as the case may be.

The first time he saw her do it, he wasn’t even entirely sure that that was what was happening.

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A/N Sept 2018: So I wrote this a while back, and intended it to be part of a longer fic, with this as the ‘jumping right into the deep end’ nightmare prologue, but it works well enough as a standalone ficlet. I may end up posting on AO3/FFnet, I may not. For more of my work - AO3, FFnet, ko-fi. This one is... dark. Gory. Perhaps depressing. But, as I said, it’s a nightmare.


Title: beastly
Chapter: 1/1
Characters: Emily Kaldwin
Word count: 2289
Rating: T/M for canon-typical gore
Summary: Emily has a nightmare?


Emily felt the sting and burn of the blade cutting into her flesh even as she ducked and dodged, but, true to her training, she didn’t falter. A flash of steel and one attacker fell, grabbing at his sliced tendon, a thud and he was out cold thanks to a heavy blow to the temple. She tried not to kill them. She’d been trying. But her non-lethal ammo ran out after the first ten or twenty and they seemed to keep coming.

Her Void-given abilities had helped take them down efficiently at first, but she only had so much energy. The bodies had begun to pile up. For a fairly large room, there wasn’t much space to maneuver around the unconscious bodies that littered the floor.

How long had she been fighting? It felt like ages, though she knew it couldn’t have been that long -- time seemed to slow in a fight, but it couldn’t have been more than eight minutes. Still, eight minutes was an eternity. Most fights were over in one, maybe two. But - seven strictures - they kept coming.

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A/N Aug 2018: Welp, this ends the ficlet. ...I’ll probably write a follow-up, cause my smutty heart has not been satisfied, as much as this chapter went ahead and shifted the story to a weak M rating. Feel free to hmu on AO3, FFnet, or buy me a ko-fi.


Title: The Rhyme of the Rosewater Hag
Chapter: 3/3
Pairing: Emily/Outsider (emsider)
Word count: 1258
Rating: M
Summary: “That’s a lie.” // “May the Outsider claim my lying tongue if it is.”
start here (1/3), previously (2/3)


Oaths? What oaths? Something inside her was twisting and roiling in her gut, and she could barely think, let alone remember making an oath. Multiple oaths?

“I don’t…” Her voice came out weaker than she’d wanted, and she hurriedly cleared her throat. But before she could speak again-

“You lied, empress.”

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A/N Aug 2018: So I kept writing. And I’m still working on it, on page 13 now... It’s devolved. Gotten a bit... smutty. As expected, I suppose. Regardless, here’s some more. Feel free to find me on AO3, FFnet, or buy me a ko-fi.


Title: The Rhyme of the Rosewater Hag
Chapter: 2/3
Pairing: Emily/Outsider (emsider)
Word count: 2743
Rating: T bordering on M
Summary: “That’s a lie.” // “May the Outsider claim my lying tongue if it is.”
start here (1/3), next part (3/3)


“Your little friend was right, you know;”

She gasped in surprise, and immediately cursed herself, expecting to choke on icy water, but whatever she was breathing-

“The Hag isn’t someone to trifle with.”

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A/N Aug 2018: Just threw together this ficlet earlier (working on the rest of it now, but I liked it so much I thought I’d share). Eventual emsider. Feel free to stalk the rest of my work over on AO3 or FFnet. Buy me a ko-fi?


Title: The Rhyme of the Rosewater Hag
Chapter: 1/3
Pairing: eventual Emily/Outsider (emsider)
Word count: 2452
Rating: T (higher rating later chapters)
Summary: “That’s a lie.” // “May the Outsider claim my lying tongue if it is.”
next part (2/3)


“That’s a lie.”

“May the Outsider claim my lying tongue if it is.” Emily raised her hand solemnly, shooting a pointed look at the suspiciously silent Wyman. The smirk on the young Morleyan’s face was far too broad.

“You’re saying you’ve never used a bone charm? Ever?” The Tyvian ambassador’s daughter looked thoroughly doubtful.

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anonymous  asked: Nurse Me / Emsider (No problem if you don't do it, you write so much good stuff already (´ ᴗ`✿) )

A/N Apr 2018: Eh, it’s not much, but here’s a little bebe scene. Grumpy Emily took a tumble. 


Word count: 485
Rating: PG


“This is beyond unnecessary.” She shot him a sidelong skeptical glance but he paid no attention, a pair of tweezers in one his hands as he examined one of hers under lamplight. “…Really, I’ve had much worse,” she added, clenching her jaw briefly as he plucked free a particularly nasty sliver of glass.

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A/N Mar 2018: I am on a zoom with this ficlet business. Enjoy some fluff (ish?). If you feel like it, you can always buy me a ko-fi.

Title: waves
Chapter: 1/1
Pairing: Emily/Outsider (emsider)
Word count: 2559
Rating: PG
Summary: She still had so many questions unanswered. Why hadn’t she asked them sooner? What was wrong with her? // Well she wasn’t going to lose him now.


Emily felt a sudden pang of shock when she spotted him in the water. What was he doing? Where did he think he was going?

She opened her mouth to call out to him, but realized that was absolutely pointless. She wasn’t even outside. Even if she had been, not only was he too far to hear her; there was no chance her voice would be audible over the sound of the rain, and of the sea crashing on the rocks below the lighthouse. But it was definitely him.

No one else would be so incredibly stupid.

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A/N Mar 2018: a ficlet in two parts: 1st angst, 2nd fluff (/smut). If you enjoyed it, feel free to check out my ko-fi ^^

Title: Roving Feet
Chapter: 2/2
Pairing: Emily/Outsider (emsider)
Word count: 3143
Rating: T, bordering on M -- fade to black
Summary: “Come on in, Empress.” His voice was even, relaxed, and when she blinked into dark vision she saw him around the corner of the window, facing inward, as though waiting for her to appear. So she did.
start here (1/2)


She didn’t visit him for a long time after that. She covered her fear with anger. He was manipulating her. She shouldn’t feel bad for the man, he didn’t want her pity -- but maybe he wanted her anger. Was that what he wanted? For her to be mad at him? He seemed to teem with some surging writhing something and parsing out just what that was was beyond her. She didn’t have the energy to invest.

The Outsider became just another subject she was briefed on. How his health was, plans for integrating him into society. He would need a name.

“Will we give him a title?”

Corvo seemed surprised at her question. “I… hadn’t considered it.”

She avoided her father’s eyes, keeping her tone blasé and her eyes glued to the papers she perused. “It seems he would be useful to have on hand in case of any… Void-related occurrences.”

Her father’s body stilled and his eyes narrowed. Maybe she was a little too eager. “...Void-related occurrences,” he repeated, just barely holding back his incredulity.

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A/N Mar 2018: a ficlet in two parts: 1st angst, 2nd fluff (/smut). If you like it you can always leave a review or buy me a ko-fi.

Title: Roving Feet
Chapter: 1/2
Pairing: Emily/Outsider (emsider)
Word count: 2162
Rating: PG, maybe T for angst
Summary: "Restrict roving feet that love to trespass. ...Where have you strayed that destruction now comes behind you?"
next part (2/2)


For the first few weeks his eyes were dead.

Not truly “dead” perhaps, but lifeless nonetheless. No joy. No interest. Mostly fear and despondency and anger. Confusion.

It had hurt her to see him that way.

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A/N Mar 2018: It’s another thing! This time post-DOTO. If you’d like to, buy me a ko-fi.

Title: scandal
Chapter: 1/1
Pairing: Emily/Outsider [emsider]
Word count: 3955
Rating: T
Summary: “If I asked you to-” The confident words died on her tongue as she met his gaze again. His pale, knowing, fiery gaze. She was breathless. // “You know I would.”


“Yes, thank you, that’s - yes, that’s-” Emily found her irritation growing as the gentleman before her bobbed his bow again and again, but she kept her face placid. “Yes, Lord Durham, that’s very-” again, he bowed, “-very good. I wish you the best of luck with your endeavors, truly. Now, if you don’t mind-” She side-stepped the pinch-faced man who had been rambling on about some new projects he’d be able to move forward thanks to her most recent negotiations of trade agreements and… She sighed. It didn’t matter. Just the thought of policy meetings and paperwork made her legs heavy.

“Why do you let these people close to me?” Her voice was low as she directed the dry comment to her father, who had quickly fallen in step with her when she’d left her last conversation. “I swear, there’s some maniac pulling the strings who wishes to bore me to death. Aren’t you supposed to be Royally Protecting me?”

She just barely spotted Corvo’s crooked smile out of the corner of her eye as he ducked his head. “And I am, Your Majesty. Even if you don’t believe it.”

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A/N Mar 2018: I wrote another thing. Quick ficlet, starts slow. If you like it and would like to, feel free to buy me a ko-fi.

Title: will
Chapter: 1/1
Pairing: Emily/Outsider [emsider]
Word count: 1166
Rating: PG
Summary/Prompt: “If I told you to leave, would you? Would you run?”


Empress Emily Kaldwin was spending her evenings as she often did: working. The desk in her quarters was laden with small stacks of papers, maps, reports and invitations and requests. She only had so many hours in the day, but she did her best. It was exhausting, but she owed it to her people.

She let out a heavy sigh, rubbing dry eyes as she set aside the most recent report from the spies in Tyvia. More rebellion. The cold wastes teemed with an angry populous easily swayed by sweet words from deposed princes. Tyvia was far from Dunwall - never an immediate threat to her safety, by any means - but that didn’t lessen Emily’s twinge of discomfort with each consecutive report. Her mind (a little too imaginative for her own good, ever since she was a child) drifted with unbidden thoughts.

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A/N Mar 2018: Well, I wrote my first emsider ficlet

I think I spent too long on it, but I like how it came out. So... enjoy, I guess. If you like it (and feel like it), I’d love a review or a ko-fi.


Title: heresy
Chapter: 1/1
Pairing: Emily/Outsider [emsider]
Word count: 1744
Rating: T? acknowledges the existence of sex
Summary/Prompt: "Playing at heresy, Your Imperial Majesty?”


She'd received the scrimshaw bracelet as part of a series of unwanted gifts from Whitecliff, supposedly meant to reinforce the bond between the Crown and the Abbey. More like a reminder that the Abbey was always watching. The bracelet was a series of six whalebone panels: four for the four isles of the Empire, one for the Abbey, one for the Crown. It was carefully and intricately crafted - she was sure whoever had made it must have spent months with fine delicate tools - each panel depicting a highly detailed scene specific to that facet of the Empire. 

Emily ran her thumb over the panel meant to represent Gristol -- a whale in a sling. A slaughterhouse, to represent her homeland. And of course next to it, on the panel representing the Crown: her face.

The juxtaposition made her ill.

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