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all is soft inside | chapter 2

gen; pre-hansry; childhood friends au

In a corner of medieval Bohemia, a boy’s world fell apart under the hush of spring rain. Henry lost his Ma, his Pa, and the bedrock beneath his feet. Taken in as Sir Radzig’s bastard, Henry grows up adrift. One foot in the humble roots of peasantry, the other reaching for a world of nobility, but never fully belonging to either. The golden heir of Rattay, young Sir Hans Capon, becomes the one fixed point in Henry’s life – a bond forged in a shared childhood, held fast against a world determined to make them grow too soon.

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all is soft inside | chapter 3

gen; pre-hansry; childhood friends au

In a corner of medieval Bohemia, a boy’s world fell apart under the hush of spring rain. Henry lost his Ma, his Pa, and the bedrock beneath his feet. Taken in as Sir Radzig’s bastard, Henry grows up adrift. One foot in the humble roots of peasantry, the other reaching for a world of nobility, but never fully belonging to either. The golden heir of Rattay, young Sir Hans Capon, becomes the one fixed point in Henry’s life – a bond forged in a shared childhood, held fast against a world determined to make them grow too soon.

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dissonance | chapter 6

explicit; daud/martin; high overseer martin au

“Is that what you want? To kill me?” “Stars, no, that would be a waste,” Martin shook his head, disgusted at the idea. He unbolted the cage door and stepped within, his eyes fixed on Daud. “I’m going to break you.” In a Dunwall where Corvo Attano died at Coldridge, Daud finds himself captive to Teague Martin. What begins as an attempt to tame a killer twists slowly into something stranger – a volatile bond of control, dependence, political ambition, mutual obsession, and the threat of Void-born horror.

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dissonance | chapter 5

explicit; daud/martin; high overseer martin au

“Is that what you want? To kill me?” “Stars, no, that would be a waste,” Martin shook his head, disgusted at the idea. He unbolted the cage door and stepped within, his eyes fixed on Daud. “I’m going to break you.” Or, the taming of the wolf.

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all is soft inside | chapter 4

gen; pre-hansry; childhood friends au

In a corner of medieval Bohemia, a boy’s world fell apart under the hush of spring rain. Henry lost his Ma, his Pa, and the bedrock beneath his feet. Taken in as Sir Radzig’s bastard, Henry grows up adrift. One foot in the humble roots of peasantry, the other reaching for a world of nobility, but never fully belonging to either. The golden heir of Rattay, young Sir Hans Capon, becomes the one fixed point in Henry’s life – a bond forged in a shared childhood, held fast against a world determined to make them grow too soon.

[read it here]

[overseermartin]

all is soft inside | chapter 6

gen; pre-hansry; childhood friends au

In a corner of medieval Bohemia, a boy’s world fell apart under the hush of spring rain. Henry lost his Ma, his Pa, and the bedrock beneath his feet. Taken in as Sir Radzig’s bastard, Henry grows up adrift. One foot in the humble roots of peasantry, the other reaching for a world of nobility, but never fully belonging to either. The golden heir of Rattay, young Sir Hans Capon, becomes the one fixed point in Henry’s life – a bond forged in a shared childhood, held fast against a world determined to make them grow too soon.

[read it here]

[overseermartin]

Last Line tag meme - thank you to @sigilmint for the tag ❤️

I've been working on Chapter 12 of through the dark...

“Come here,” Daud said, not unkindly. “I won’t bite.” Billie felt like a girl again, dragging her heels to his side when she’d known she’d done something wrong, like she still expected a slap on the wrists. But Daud’s gaze had dropped back to the map, hand dragging over the outlines of the streets and canals of Central Rudshore like it might change shape under his touch. “All of this would have been easier, before. We’ve grown since the plague, there’s too many of us to pack up and move elsewhere,” he murmured. “You do have a habit of adopting strays,” Billie said, easing her weight to lean against a stack of crates beside him. The floor creaked beneath her boots, the old boards warped and uneven from damp. “Mm, I was thinking about the old base,” he said. “The schoolhouse out past Drapers Ward. Remember that?” Billie blinked, caught off guard. Her hands were still in her coat pockets, one brushing the folded paper there like it might anchor her to the moment. “With the dry rot and rats in the rafters?” He gave a tired, wry smile. “You used to climb the bell tower. Said it gave you the best vantage, but I think you just liked being above the smog, up in the fresh air.” “It was quiet up there.” She hesitated, then added, “I could see you all from above. I liked watching you work.” That earned a low chuckle. “Always my shadow, from the first time I met you.”

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