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whalers my awful little children

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"Do you trust me? " and taking care when the other is sick or injured with CorvoDaud please? 👉👈 if daud's the one sick/injured I'll literally scream with happiness ajsjajskjd-

Surprise! Bet you thought I forgot about this prompt considering how long it’s been, so sorry about that. Long story short, I work retail during the holidays, and if I’m not at work, I’m exhausted. Needless to say we wont be doing prompts again until well into January at the earliest, but I couldn’t pass up a knifecrow prompt, so I just slowly worked on it whenever I could. Anyways, the chapter is posted, and the au is traumatized old men.

Relationships: Corvo Attano / Daud

Other Characters: Emily Kaldwin

Warnings: Descriptions of dissociation, illness, physical injury, and memory issues.

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Voidtober | Days 1-2: Entangled

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voidtober days 1-2: entangled

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There were good, and bad days

This took me [check notes] four… four months…

I love the Whalers and yes I gave them all a name.

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Your honor... I love them

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for the banter fic prompts... #17 for CorvoDaud? have a lovely day :3

Yes, of course! And to have you of all people request from me makes it very lovely indeed!

From this banter prompt list.

#17. "That's my favorite."

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Daud groaned when the mattress shifted as Corvo climbed out of bed, and shoved his face deeper into his pillow, hiding from the first early rays of sunlight streaming in through the thin linen curtains. Someone had told him long ago that the older one got, the earlier one was inclined to wake up in the mornings. But now, years into retirement and pushing sixty-five, Daud had finally concluded that bit of sage wisdom to be complete and utter oxshit. Even after moving to Karnaca, where the food was rich and filling and the persistent warmth kept his joints from creaking like rotten dock boards, he still hated rising with the sun. Some days it seemed even harder to do so than it had been during the bad old days with the Whalers.

Luckily, Corvo was usually kind enough to let him sleep, even if the man himself woke early enough to rouse roosters.

"Good morning," Corvo whispered as he pressed a kiss to the back of Daud's head and pulled the blankets up to his shoulders.

Daud grunted, reluctantly turning his face out of his pillows to watch Corvo shuffle around their room, shirtless and golden in the morning sunlight. They had both grown so old, but the years had been far kinder to Corvo. His hair was cut short and his beard was streaked with grey, though the lines upon his face were wisened and distinguished, tinted happy with creases from hard-won smiles. He was still as fighting fit as a sixty year old man could be, lean but cut with muscle, and he carried himself with the grace of nobility and long practice.

Age had been crueler to Daud. His joints ached and his belly was a little soft and he walked with a slight limp, a souvenir from the months spent trapped in a cage beneath the Albarca Baths like a hound kept for sport, only released upon an opponent for the amusement of his keepers. It had been lucky that Corvo had found him when he did, having saved Daud's life when he stumbled upon the Eyeless fighting ring while in pursuit of witches in Karnaca during the coup. Corvo had granted Daud his freedom in return for help in hunting down Delilah's coven and rescuing his daughter from her clutches. It was the least Daud could do, after everything, and he had readily agreed. They had hardly left each other's sides since, their reluctant alliance growing into friendship into affection into love.

Daud had never truly recovered from his time in the Baths, prone to illness when the weather turned and constantly riddled with a bone-deep exhaustion that left him feeling more corpse than man. Corvo was patient, though, and had made so many concessions to Daud's condition. It was nothing that Daud deserved, but Corvo claimed to love him anyway, and Daud was so weak to his earnestness.

"Emily's ship won't dock for another six hours, at least," Daud pointed out as he watched Corvo rummage through their wardrobe. "Why are you up?"

"Let me be excited," Corvo complained, but his lips were arched sweetly in a smile.

Falling silent, Daud watched him sift through several combinations of shirts and trousers with an affectionate warmth making his chest go tight. Daud rolled onto his back, propping himself up against Corvo's pillows. Corvo had apparently decided on a shirt - navy with pale grey pinstripes - and was shrugging it on over his head. It was such a shame, Daud thought, to cover such perfection with linen and cloth. But after a few moments of scrutiny, Daud's expression fell into a considering scowl.

"That's my shirt."

"So it is," Corvo noted innocently, glancing down at the shirt covering his chest like he was seeing it for the first time.

"That's my favorite."

"It's also my favorite," Corvo added.

"Is it your favorite when I wear it or when you wear it?" Daud sniped, but his voice was laced with indulgent humor as he watched Corvo wriggle into his trousers.

After fastening the near half-dozen buttons up his fly -- a damnable fashion, Daud felt -- Corvo slunk over to crawl back up on the bed, sprawling out on his back with his head heavy in Daud's lap. It was habit for Daud's hands to fall into his hair, scratching at his scalp until Corvo was nearly purring like some oversized Pandyssian cat, eyes shut with contentment.

"Can't it be both?" Corvo asked after a while, his lips curving into a sly smile. "Of course it's my favorite when you wear it. I always thought navy suited you better than red, and the cut of it makes your back look so broad."

Scoffing, Daud allowed Corvo's fingers to find his wrist, trailing up his arm to grope blindly at the swell of his shoulder, dancing across the naked span of his clavicle. Grinning, Corvo turned over to straddle Daud's lap, bearing him down into the pillows and teasing his lips with the barest brush of a kiss.

"So handsome," Corvo sighed, kissing Daud now in earnest, though it was sweet and tender and so very familiar, leaving Daud's chest yawning open with contented affection.

"You are," Daud teased back.

"Of course I am," Corvo huffed, nuzzling against Daud's neck as he was pulled tight into an embrace. "That's why I'm wearing the shirt."

"Thief."

Daud knocked the side of his head against Corvo's temple, a gentle scolding, but still smoothed his hands over the broad expanse of Corvo's back, caressing and sweet. He was lucky, so lucky, to have this; to have Corvo, to have a home, to have a life that he finally believed was worth living. He was happy. For years, he had thought that he had forfeited his right to such a thing as contentment, but Corvo had been so determined to prove otherwise. Corvo was a miracle, and Daud had finally become a believer.

"Fine," Daud admitted, lips pressed into Corvo's hair. "I'll let you wear it today, since Emily is coming to visit. You have to look handsome to greet the Empress, else Billie will have both our hides."

Corvo laughed, bright and startled and chiming with happiness. He pressed his lips to Daud's jaw, smiling into the kiss.

"I knew you'd come around, old man."

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Feeling some sort of way about Delilah’s orchestral theme… 😳

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my ghost Daud and Jess art gave me an idea — why stop at having Jess torment Daud with them as ghosts when she could do it with them as the new Void Avatars!

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Hiram Burrows: What the fuck is happening?

Jessamine, serving Daud tea: The assassin you sent after me is part of my found family now.

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MY GOD YES

HC that Daud can literally punch someone because of the reflexes if they do something really suddenly

So it's one of the first things older whalers teach the new ones especially if they see that the newcomer is tactile!!

Omg Daud who isn't really a touchy person but some of the younger whalers are brave enough to try and hug him

It's really awkward tho-

this is so cute 😭

But I really doubt Daud would just... let himself be hugged like that lmao especially suddenly. If it’s a build-up tho... yeah I can see him letting himself get hugged by the younger Whalers.

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Some unfinished thing

with m e m e s

this one is in russian and it's "DUDE IF YOU FALL WE'RE ALL FUCKED" "Rulfio wouldn't mind"

#dishonored #dishonored daud #dishonored whalers #dishonored sfm #sfm #daud #billie lurk #rulfio #dishonored rulfio #thomas the whaler #dishonored thomas #rinaldo escobar #galia fleet

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brigmore witches dot jpg

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Do you think Daud gives all the orphan whalers names? Like the ones who never got one or who’ve been on the streets since they were so little that they forgot it?

YESSSS ABSOLUTELY!!! He either lets them decide and if they can’t he gives them names :))

Also I love to hc that “Lurk” was a nickname that he personally gave to Billie :))

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I wanna feel what I felt when I first played Dishonored in 2012 and what I felt when I first saw the Dishonored 2 trailer to Gold Dust Woman in 2016, please take me back to that

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What are some habits/things Daud picked up from his mom? What are some he passed down to some of the Whalers?

Pinching the cheeks thing. I like to headcanon that he did that to Billie when she was younger and bolder. She didn’t understand it at first but then she realized that he only did that when he told her something super important that he didn’t want her to forget. Billie uses this with the Outsider.

terlik

if a whaler is having a bad day, he peals fruits for them

Humming a tune. Especially to the younger whalers when no one is watching

A few phrases/words from his native tongue. He teaches these to Billie.

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Sniper Daud :)