OneWhoTurns

A/N Nov 2018: Oh wow. I guess I’m all caught up posting the faeU. Working on 5-1/5-2 now, posting the whole project (in full chapters) over on AO3, as well... but in case anyone is trying to keep up with things, I thought I’d keep sharing. This section contains something akin to a panic attack, and a bit of distorted thought processes and teensy bit of comforting around trauma. Reader discretion is advised. Also; shifter! AO3, FFnet, and over on ko-fi, there’s a bit of 5-1.

Story Title: Iron & Gold
Chapter Title: Flight
Chapter Part: 3/3
Story Part: 14/?
Pairing: Emily/Outsider (emsider)
Word count: 1885
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 (4-2), next part (5-1)

Her supplies weren’t exactly ideal, grabbed rather hastily in her escape, but Emily made do. She could focus on future plans in the morning - where she was going, how she’d feed herself, defend herself. Morning was only a few hours away, if she woke at the crack of dawn. She needed rest and she needed to stay warm as autumn shifted to its second half. With the dry chill in the air she hadn’t bothered using her quickly waning energy for building a full shelter, instead setting up a makeshift bedroll between log and fire, where she now lay staring at the leaves that blocked her view of the sky.

A/N Nov 2018: A heads up for some self-blame and anxiety this chapter. Just a content warning.
A/N Oct 2018: So many tropes that I adore. People being decent to others who are under the influence is one of them. If you want to read some of my actual posted stuff: AO3, FFnet, and if you’re curious about a ko-fi preview of 4-2.

Story Title: Iron & Gold
Chapter Title: Flight
Chapter Part: 1/3
Story Part: 12/?
Pairing: Emily/Outsider (emsider)
Word count: 1750
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 (3-3), next part (4-2)

She was hungry. She felt so empty without the taste of sunshine that had filled her with such joy, such warmth - such complete delirious contentment. She’d tried to clean it all off of her, slurping at the fabric of her dress, licking her fingers raw, but there was nothing left. But she’d been told to wait. That if she waited there would be more. So she did.

A/N Oct 2018: The continuation of the faeU! In which we meet Delilah. Elsewhere: my AO3, FFnet, ko-fi preview for 3-3.

Story Title: Iron & Gold
Chapter Title: The Usurper
Chapter Part: 2/3
Story Part: 10/?
Pairing: Emily/Outsider (emsider)
Word count: 2333
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 (3-1), next part (3-3)

Emily felt her head pounding and breath shallow even as she held her head high, irritated but not altogether ungrateful for the unyielding holds of the women who guided her back to the royal palace. Her legs were trembling. Had she been asked to walk on her own, she wasn’t sure she’d be able to stay as composed.

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.