#corvo attano/reader

[januaryembrs]

⋆.˚ EM’S THREE THOUSAND FOLLOWER CELEBRATION ⊹₊ ⋆

hello! very unexpectedly, it seems I’m about to hit another milestone so soon after doing the last one. I can’t tell you how grateful I am for all of your support so instead let’s get into the good stuff and kick it off with another shebang!

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there are three other requests in my inbox that I’m ready to write for (as proof that I had no idea I was going to grow followers this quickly, I haven’t forgotten about you guys!), but other than that feel free to start sending your orders, I will start writing them next week as I’m still on holiday at the moment. Thankyou so much to everyone who has ever interacted with my work <3!

requesting closes 31.05.24

[tabbycatto]

Hello, babes. It's been a long time and i apologize, but I can't promise I won't dip out again. Right now, i will try to write again on the asks in my inbox. I won't be active much though!

I updated the masterlist :) probably will keep updating

NO incest!!!

i'm open to yandere/stalker/dark themes and mature themes

ASSASSIN'S CREED: SYNDICATE

Evie Frye

Jacob Frye

DEVIL MAY CRY

Vergil

Dante

Nero

V

DISHONORED

Corvo Attano

The Outsider

Daud

JUJUTSU KAISEN

Satoru Gojo

OUTLAST

Eddie Gluskin

Waylon Park

Miles Upshur

Blake Langermann

RESIDENT EVIL

Leon S. Kennedy

Claire Redfield

Albert Wesker

Karl Heisenberg

Dimitrescu daughters

Alcina Dimitrescu

Ethan Winters

SCRUTINIZED/WELCOME TO THE GAME

Tanner Grayton

Breather

THE EVIL WITHIN

Ruvik

Joseph Oda

Sebastian Castellanos

[foxhopfics]

Corvo Attano x GN!Waiter!reader headcanons

for anon!! It's my first time doing a headcanons sheet so I hope u dont mind being my test run lolol

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The Hound's Pit pub is still as hole-in-the-wall as it used to be before the outbreak. before everything

Corvo likes to come here mostly to get away from every duty he has now, supporting Emily as a royal consult

He knows people here, people know him here enough not to question his day-to-day life.

Piero still comes by to check on Corvo, as do Cecilia and few others

(there will be time, there will be time before the end of the plague. before the hound's pit lies in ruins 14 years after the end of it all)

You've only worked at the pub for a few weeks. Everyone important to you, the plague has already taken. You just need some money to try and keep fighting. for your family's sake

Corvo only really starts to open up to you after you sit quietly near him behind the bar, making sure no one else was getting up to trouble, but mostly listening to Corvo talk about Emily.

You give him an empathetic smile as he wraps up his drinks for the night

For the first time, you manage to get what looks like a small smile in return as he leaves the pub.

"You know," Lydia says, coming over from bussing a table. "I've known Corvo quite a long time, and I think you're the first person to get a smile out of him since Queen Jessamine.

The swell in your chest could be pride, or perhaps a sympathetic sense of mourning. Either way, your resolve has been strengthened to make Corvo smile again.

If you're the only one that can, so be it

[every-character-ever-poll]

WEEK ONE ENTRIES

Thank you all for your entries so far! Here is our current lineup, in chronological order of submission, along with their fandoms (according to the submitter). I have placed it under a cut, as the list is... much longer that I thought it would be when bulleted.

The polls will begin being posted on Sunday the 16th of July, and be regularly scheduled after that until this week's group has finished. "Weeks" will start on Sunday because that's the day my laptop calendar considers the beginning of the week.

Elias Bouchard - The Magnus Archives Podcast

Barren from the Baronies - Fantasy High (Dimension 20)

Philza Minecraft - The Dream SMP/Quackity SMP/Origins SMP

Jo Chastain - In Her Skin

Kaidou Shun - The Disasterous Life of Saiki K.

Jill Valentine - The Resident Evil game series

Edward Teach - Our Flag Means Death

Stede Bonnet - Our Flag Means Death

Karkat Vantas - Homestuck

Dave Strider - Homestuck

Donatello - Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles (specifically, Rise of the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles)

Susie - Deltarune

Koichi Haimawari - MHA Vigilantes

Dark Pit - Kid Icarus Uprising

My Melody - Sanrio

Alfur - Hilda

Kass - Legend of Zelda: Breath of the Wild

Labrys - Persona 4 (specifically, Persona 4 Arena)

Rinzler - Tron

Mitzi Mozzarella - The Rock-Afire Explosion (Showbiz Pizza Place)

Corvo Attano - Dishonoured

Kevin - SynthV

The Outsider - Dishonoured as well

Miyamoto Usagi - Usagi Yojimbo

Tomoe Ame - Usagi Yojimbo

Cassandra - Tangled: The Series

Shu Kurenai - Beyblade Burst

Stanford Pines - Gravity Falls

Vinnie Dakota - Milo Murphy's Law

C!Wilbur - The Dream SMP

Adam - Hunt Down the Freeman

Ukiyo Ace/Kamen Rider Geats - Kamen Rider Geats

Eremiel - Beyond the End

C!slimecicle - The Dream SMP

Tubbo_ - The Dream SMP

Hong Lu - Limbus Company

Joe Hills - Hermitcraft

Haruto Keats - 86

Lynnette Tarkington - The Final Girl Support Group

Dana Scully - The X-Files

Lalnable Hector - Yogscast Minecraft RP

Natural Harmonia Gropius - Pokémon: Black and White

Eric "Cat" Chant - Chrestomanci

Red - Pokémon

Alice - Alice

Evil Magician Trent - Xanth

Tannim - SERRAted Edge

Killashandra Ree - Crystal Singer

Kim Dokja - Omniscient Reader's Viewpoint

Ed'Rashtekaresket - Young Wizards

Shana - Elvenbane/Halfblood Chronicles

Sayaka Miki - Puella Magi Madoka Magica

Kirio Ami - Welcome to Demon School, Iruma!

Accelerator - A Certain Magical Index

Chara - Undertale

Shadow the Hedgehog - Sonic the Hedgehog franchise

Moon Knight - Marvel Comics

Scaramouche (Wanderer) - Genshin Impact

Donato Porpora - Tokyo Ghoul

Solf J Kimblee - Fullmetal Alchemist

Ness - Earthbound

Kelsier - Mistborn

Nayc - The Smile Alchemist

Raoden - Elantris

Honjo Rika - Tenkuu Shinpan

Juo - Tenkuu Shinpan

Arkady Patel - The Strange Case of Starship Iris

Bain - PAYDAY: The Heist and PAYDAY: 2

The Fool/Beloved - Realm of the Elderlings

GLaDOS - Portal series

The Knight/Ghost - Hollow Knight

The Hollow Knight - Hollow Knight

Hornet - Hollow Knight

Xion - Kingdom Hearts

Dennis Reynolds - It's Always Sunny in Philadelphia

Zara - Disney Princess Enchanted Journey

Alistair Ash - Fantasy High (Dimension 20)

Phone Guy - Five Nights at Freddy’s

Anna Kwemto - Five Nights at Freddy AR: Special Delivery

Cure Lovely - Happiness Charge Precure

Kaz "Dirtyhands" Brekker - Six of Crows

Fubuki Clockford - Master Detectives Archive: RAIN CODE

Oliver Beebo - Detective Beebo

Leafy - Battle for Dream Island

[senchatee]

xReaders requests

Hello! I am a fanfic writer and I need your help. You can send me requests telling me what to write

I write for:

Dmitry Sechenov x Reader

Daud x Reader

Corvo Attano x Reader

Harry Hart x Reader

The Narrator (The Stanley Parable) x Reader

I won't write any gore and non-con. I accept smut requests as well as any fluff that can be imagined!

Hope to see your requests in my inbox!

[dishonoredficrecs]

Why Don't You Save Me? (From Myself, If I'm Tired)

(click here)

by thegrumblingirl

Rating: Mature

Main ships & characters: Corvo Attano/Daud, implied Corvo Attano/Jessamine Kaldwin

Warnings: none

Rec'd because: Corvo says "[a] great many things between them had gone unsaid" and he is so right it is painful to observe. The way Corvo can read Daud -- the way they seem to gravitate towards each other despite their paths crossing so infrequently -- and Daud himself, holding everything in just enough that Corvo can't see but you, the reader, can. Missed opportunities.

[melodiaemfrp]

Hello, Attuned! Thank you for participating in Melodiae’s sixth Activity Check! Listed here are characters that did not pass the check (Seven (7) days of activity in-server) for the period from Saturday, May 8th, 2022 to Thursday, July 7th, 2022.

If you believe your muse(s) are listed here by mistake, you may reach out to the Masterlist on or before Saturday, July 23rd, 2022. All characters that do not have activity accounted for by 11:59 PM EST on this date will be removed from the server by the next inbox run (Tuesday, July 26th, 2022).

If you did not pass the check, you also have until Saturday, July 23rd, 2022 to reapp your muse(s) by sending an ask to the Masterlist indicating your intent to reapp the character. You DO NOT have to resubmit the whole application; simply provide your name, the character’s name & series, your OOC contact, and the date in an ask. Muses marked with an asterisk (*) have failed two consecutive checks, and are ineligible to be reapped this way unless they are an OC. These muses must wait one full week, and may resubmit their entire application on or after Saturday, July 30th, 2022.

Muses that are not reapped by 11:59pm EST on Saturday, July 23rd will be removed from the server by our inbox run on Tuesday, July 26th, 2022.

Thank you for your continued interest in Melodiae!

- The Melodiae Team

AI: THE SOMNIUM FILES

Kaname Date (Byleth)

AZURE STRIKER GUNVOLT

Gunvolt (Gil)

BUNGOU STRAY DOGS

Kouyou Ozaki (Azazel)

Nikolai Gogol (Kit)

Oda Sakunosuke (Azazel)

CARDFIGHT!! VANGUARD

G

Luna Yumizuki (Viola)

DANGANRONPA

V3

Kaede Akamatsu (Farore)

DC COMICS

BATMAN

Edward Nygma (The Riddler) (Thysto)

Roman Sionis (Thysto)

DETECTIVE CONAN

Kaito Kuroba (Mae)

DISHONORED

Corvo Attano (Eris)

DRAGON AGE

Vita Reginus (OC) (Duckie)

DRAGON RAJA

Luminous (Chance)

DRAKENGARD/NIER

DRAKENGARD 3

Zero (Mae)

FINAL FANTASY

XIV

Titania (Z’attana Kett) (OC) (Ashley)

XV

Prompto Argentum* (Tom)

FLIGHT RISING

Ash (OC) (Birb)

GENSHIN IMPACT

Kaeya Alberich (Ree)

HOLLOW KNIGHT

The Ghost of Hallownest / The Knight (Birb)

JOJO’S BIZARRE ADVENTURE

STARDUST CRUSADERS

Jean Pierre Polnareff * (Tom)

VENTO AUREO

Bruno Buccellati (Cyan)

Trish Una (Eris)

STONE OCEAN

Jolyne Cujoh (Eris)

JOJOLION

Yoshikage Kira (Derrick)

KAMEN RIDER

OOO

Hino Eiji (Ami)

ZERO-ONE

Izu (Kyn)

LEAGUE OF LEGENDS

Viktor* (Tom)

LEGEND OF HEROES

Alfin Reise Arnor (Mikey)

LOST ARK

Delta (Kaixan) (OC)* (Kite)

Janus (Ilvand) (OC) (Rennigan)

MAD MAX 

Max Rockatansky “Mad Max” (Stan)

METAL GEAR SOLID

Psycho Mantis (Thysto)

OMNISCIENT READER’S VIEWPOINT

Kim Dokja (Chance)

ORIGINAL CHARACTERS

Cairngorms (Gil)

Cinnabar Odile Gentiana (Freya)

Faeriden “Sparkles” Gildedhorn (Birb)

Noah Fontaine (KB)

Rasmorn Axor (Mocha)

Reagan Brennan (Thysto)

Solseren Ul’Senna* (KB)

Song Naeun (KB)

Stella “Lyra” Ptolemy (Annie)

Tir ver Lei (Rennigan)

Tristana “Titiana” Ulgoras (Derrick)

“Umbra” Dante Harmon (AJ)

PERSONA

5

Yusuke Kitagawa (Byleth)

PROJECT MOON WORKS

LIBRARY OF RUINA

Binah (Keizh)

LOBOTOMY CORPORATION

Child of the Galaxy (Corbinian)

PROJECT SEKAI

Miku Hatsune (Mikey)

Mizuki Akiyama (Mae)

Tsukasa Tenma (Chance)

PROMISE OF WIZARD

Murr Hart (Corbinian)

Nero Turner (Captain)

RADIATA STORIES

Lord Lucian Hewitt ( Aphelion ) (Thysto)

RWBY

Nora Valkyrie (Ami)

SHOUJO KAGEKI REVUE STARLIGHT

Nana Daiba (Duckie)

SK8 THE INFINITY

Reki Kyan (Lune)

TOKYO GHOUL

Tatara* (Thysto)

TRIGUN

Nicholas D. Wolfwood (Kite)

TWISTED WONDERLAND

Alison Little (Annie)

Cater Diamond (Freya)

ZERO ESCAPE

999: NINE HOURS, NINE PERSONS, NINE DOORS

Junpei Tenmyouji (Kennedy)

[griff-us]

Title: Free Fall

Pairing: Corvo Attano/Reader

Summary: You see him for him. He sees you as someone else. That doesn't stop you from falling for him.

General Warnings: Allusions to prostitution. Violence. Sex. Angst, so much of it.

Word Count: 2473

Notes: I've been craving some Corvo content and finally decided to make it myself. This is written with a black reader in mind, but I kept the reader very vague. I'll be taking liberties since I haven't played the games in ages and the lore is just massive. But I expect to have more lore accurate pieces as I. write more. This will probably be a two-parter! Excuse any mistakes, I didn't do too much editing. Likes and reblogs are appreciated, minors don't interact!

Called to the Devil and the Devil said quit Can't be bothered better handle your shit Keep about your wits man, keep about your wits Know yourself and who you came in with Can I sit down I've been hustling all day I can't even count how many souls I've made Off the same deal you on Remember, the Devil ain't a friend to no one But fine, true

**

He’s always been there; a distant figure shrouded in shadows. You thought it a coincidence or happenstance when you’d catch sight of him from the corner of your eyes; frame pressed against aging brick or perched on top of crumbling roof tiles. You never thought him odd, the Distillery District has always been overrun with criminals and strange people, that is until flyers began to circulate with his masked face—and a reward. It’s a wonder why a murderer would take a liking to you. Perhaps you were a target? That would surely complicate things, wouldn’t it?  Then again, men tended to flock to your little dilapidated apartment, all of them searching for the same thing. 

He shows one night; three quick wraps of his knuckles against the cracked glass of your window. You huff a sigh, hands scrambling for the candle at your bedside before shuffling towards the source of the noise. Freehand tugs back the curtain and there he is. Hands holding tight to the ledge. You stare blankly for a long moment, stunned at his upper body strength and—well intrigued beyond belief. 

“You know…” your tongue darts out to wet parted lips. “Most men use the stairs, hm?” he doesn’t say anything, and you try again. “It’s two coin an hour. Ten for the night. Weapons are to be left downstairs, and I won’t be feeding you.” he remains silent all the while weight shifts lightly, and a single hand rises to fish within his robes. The strange man drops a leather sack in the palm of your hand; far too heavy to be the requested amount. 

“I need not your services. Only somewhere to sleep and tend to my wound.” ah, so he can speak? You regard the man with slanted lips, and you think to turn him away. After all, he is a wanted killer; not to mention Slackjaw might get his trousers in a twist if he found out. But the weight in your hand is too good to pass up; you could have your clothes mended, and perhaps acquire a few extra meals for that poor boy on Clavering Boulevard. 

“Why come to me?” a reasonable question among many; after all, he has been following you the past few weeks, and now this?

“I helped the boy on Clavering the other day. He mentioned you; said you were a woman to trust.” Damn children, you would have to have a chat with him. A sigh heaves past your lips, and you move aside to let him in. 

“Shoes off please, there’s a plague about after all. I may be penniless but I rather not live like it.” the strange man does as you ask, frame hobbling slightly while he kicks heavy boots off. You watch while he lays them by the window. As he begins to disarm himself you find yourself in awe at the sheer number of weapons on his person. 

“You really do kill people then?” a scoff sounds from the other side of the room as you finally turn to quickly count the coin he had given you. It’s enough to last you months. “I’ll be back.” you don’t wait for an answer; feet pad against splintering wooden floors as you hurry down the stairs and to the kitchen. You wrap the coin purse in a rag and stuff it under the sink, just behind a false wall with other precious items. You’d find a better home for it later after he leaves. 

Teeth chew your full bottom lip, and you wonder if he’s eaten yet. Despite your warning earlier you can’t help but feel—grateful. With a grumble, you quickly put together a plate. Cheese, bread, fruit, and cured meat you had been saving for a rainy day. 

‘I imagine you’ll need nourishment to help your wounds—” you return to him upstairs, hip nudging open the door to your room. The man keeps a silent focus; his robe and shirt neatly folded on top of a shaky chair in the corner of the room. You watch quietly as he finished stitching closed a rather nasty gash on his side with help from the moonlight. 

“Here…” you set the plate by him and quickly snag a bottle of alcohol from under your pillow. “I haven’t a clean rag this may burn.” you make quick work of the cork with your teeth, freehand gently pushing against his torso so that you can get a better look at the wound. His skin is ice against your warm palms you swear he hums at the contact. You resist the urge to smile and make work by washing the wound carefully with small splashes of the liquid. He tenses, a hand falling to your shoulder as if to steady himself. You feel a flutter in your stomach that reverberates in the back of your throat. The feeling is pushed down and squashed nearly immediately; he is a murderer, an assassin. Best not to develop a childish crush on a man like him. 

“There you are.” once finished, you take a step back giving him space and taking a moment to admire the hardened frame before you. He’s yet to remove the mask, but you don’t push him to—killers need secret identities, don’t they? 

“Thank you.” you only nod, and motion to the extra mattress in the room. 

“You should rest.” the man hums in agreement, his frame sinking into the old padding, and you watch from your own makeshift bed as his body visibly deflates. His back is to you, and you trace the numerous scars and bruises that adorned his skin with your eyes. What a strange man indeed. 

***

The stranger is gone by morning; any trace of him from the night prior scrubbed from your home. Even the spare blanket sits folded atop the pillow just as you had them before. A shame you never got his name, not that he would give it. You can’t help but wonder who the strange is under that mask; quiet and gruff as he is—you can’t shake the way in which he treated you. Rather kind, far different from the typical treatment you’ve learned to endure from Slackjaw and his gangs of idiots. 

It doesn’t matter; your transaction with the stranger is complete, and you’ve coin to spend. Within fifteen minutes, you are washed, hair hastily pleated in a thick braid that hangs past your shoulders. With money tucked away within the pockets of your dress you make for Clavering. First a stop to the general store and then to see the boy and deliver him food for the week. His bright blue eyes shine wide when you present him with a basket full of meats and bread. 

“Remember to ration as I taught you, and keep this hidden from everyone, do you understand?” the boy nods enthusiastically, tiny fingers gripping tight to the beaten basket, and you send him off with an affectionate pat on his back. You stand there a moment watching as his small frame vanishes down the length of the ally, a smile on your lips. Head tilts, and your turn to peek up at the rooftops. A flash of shadows darts behind a half-fallen chimney, and you chuckle before continuing on with your daily chores and business. 

**

A week has passed; the sun has long ago set, and a customer has just left you. The house is empty, and silent, save for your snivels. There are times a rather unruly drunkard will call on you, and there are times when gentle is the last thing on their mind. You may have protection thanks to your deal with Slackjaw and his gang, but that only saves you from the law, and death—they still use you as they please. Fingers press to your swollen lip, crimson seeping from cracked and broken skin. You inhale sharply and cuss lowly. 

“Are you alright?” you hadn’t heard him slip in through the window, and you nearly jump from your skin at the sound of his voice. You turn quickly, and there he stands—your stranger. You quickly work to wipe away the tears that had begun to fall from tired eyes, nodding over and over as if to convince yourself. 

“Yes yes. Can you please knock like a normal person?” feet wobble as you stand, and he moves to help you keep your balance. “I said I’m fine!” words are laced with far more anger than you intended, and the strange man silently backs off. “What do you want? I’m not taking any more customers tonight.” 

“I—” you look up as he pauses a long moment, his mask making it impossible to discern any emotion from his face. “I’m not here for that. I came to see how you are doing.” 

“Just wonderful.” sarcasm bites at your tongue, and you turn to him fully. You sense his unease now that he can see the bruises that have already begun to blossom across your neck and cheek. Without a word, the stranger steps closer, a single hand-raising while fingers skim the warm skin of your cheek. 

“I should kill him.” 

You scoff, smacking his hand away. “Oh please. I haven't seen your face, I don’t know your name. What gives you the right?” it is impossible to hide the bitterness that seeps into your tone. The stranger says nothing, and finally, you snap. “Leave. Now.” you turn away from him, arms cross over your middle as if to hold yourself together just long enough until he is gone. There’s a long moment of silence followed only by his retreating steps toward the window. And one word—a name. 

“Corvo.” 

***

Two months pass; Slackjaw ends up getting himself killed. You’ve been spared the details but there’s no question in your mind who felled him. It’s both a gift and a curse; the gang leaves you alone, but with their absence comes the absence of money, and protection. Luckily enough, an old contact gets you into the Golden Cat, a renowned pleasure establishment for the more monetarily endowed citizens. Better coin, slightly better treatment. You’ve got your own room; four walls, a bed, and a dresser for your things. A single window looks out over the city and it’s nice in its own way. 

You haven't seen him since your last encounter—Corvo. Some nights you lay awake wondering what might have happened had you not told him to leave. Maybe he could have taken you away from it all. Maybe you could have stayed in that little hovel, spurred on only by his intermediate visits. They’re foolish, those thoughts. But you would be a liar if one man's kindness hadn’t won you over in the fastest fashion. 

It was only when you had begun working at the Golden Cat and were privy to the talk of politicians and the elite did you realize that it was most likely Corvo Attano that had wormed his way into your heart—-an empress's murderer. 

How foolish of you, you think one night while curled under thick blankets in the comfort of your tiny room. To become infatuated with a man whose face you’ve never seen, the man that murdered the empress and spiraled the empire into chaos. A sad sort of laugh falls from your lips while your head shakes. 

“What’s so funny?” that voice, and from nowhere. You bolt upright from bed, and there he is; stood in front of the open window. Silence follows while you battle with yourself; to hug him, curse him, or call a guard. 

“The bounty on your head could finally get me out of this life.” you decide to challenge him, but the waiver of your tone betrays you. 

“So call the guards.” his boots are silent against the wooden floors as he nears, and you watch while Corvo sits next to you. Silence grips the room firmly, neither of you too sure what to say. Finally, he speaks. “I didn’t murder her. I loved her.” Oh. “She was assassinated, and I have been framed for it. I am here to find her…our daughter. They have her hostage here. That is how I learned of your presence here.” How…sad, you think. How tragic. You reach out, fingers brushing against his neck, and you watch for any adverse reaction while manicured fingers slip beneath the mask perpetually strapped to his face. Corvo tenses while you do, but he allows you to unhook the latches at the side, and slip the metal from his face. 

Tired, hardened eyes stare back at you; laced with a grief not unknown to you. Your chest tightens, and you lean forward to hold his face in the palm of your hand. “You poor man.” His eyes close, frame leaning into your warm touch, and you feel as though your daydreams and longing have come true, but… “Why follow me, Corvo, why…why me?” 

“You remind me of her.” mumbled so softly; each word laced with heartbreak. It breaks you just a little; here you are infatuated with a man who dotes on you, in his own way, because you remind him of his dead lover. Foolish. You’ve been so foolish. 

“I—” you begin, but he cuts you off. 

“I have to bring her home tonight, my daughter. After I leave this place won’t be safe for you.” it dawns on you after a moment, and you grow cold. 

“You’re going to kill them?” 

“If I must.” he takes your hand, lips brushing against your knuckles, and it's a wonder how someone so adept at causing harm can be so—gentle. “Here.” Corvo turns his hand over in yours and places a cloth pouch in the center of your palm. “Leave tonight. Flee through the servants' entrance in the kitchens. Find work, find a home.” You stare in utter silence. He’s come again to uproot what little comfort you’ve managed to forge in this brutal world. To wreck your heart, and your home. Damn him. 

“What else is there for me, Corvo, but this life, hm? Who would—who would think twice of me?” He closes your fingers around the pouch. 

“I would, and I do. I think of you every day, and I would like to see you safe.” you tremble, gaze locked with his, and you nod. Corvo squeezes your hand tenderly, leaning down once more to press another feather-like kiss to the back of your hand. “Take care of yourself.” you chew your bottom lip, and only nod again—you fear the sob that may bubble forth if you dared to speak. He stands, mask fixed to his face once again, and quietly slips out into the hall. 

You sit there a long moment, a wild whirlwind of emotions taking hold. And it is only when you realize his words sounded like a goodbye do you allow yourself to sob.

[crow-lex]

I'm creating a fic for Kirin Jindosh, and yes... There will be a lot of Kirin Jindosh, if you understand me...

[unprofessional-bard]

♡ BOTH CORVO AND JOEL

♡ - romantic headcanon

I SEE WHAT YOU DID THERE. HAHAH >:) gender netural again!!

Joel

a straight out romantic, isn't afraid to admit it. also doesn't have time for ur toxic masculinity bs!! a dream guy, literally. he's so sweet and i hc that he never misses anniversaires. he may be busy but will DEFINITELY make it up to you. he adores making a whole day about the two of you and planning out stuff for the both of you.

Corvo

maybe a bit more introverted than joel about being a romantic, but doesn't even have to say it for you to know. he's so gentle and so loving in his own, subtle way. i hc that he would always give you flowers, not bc u ask for it but out of sincerity. literally from the bottom of his heart he'll drop a small bouquet or a single branch of any flower he finds. it doesn't have to be a special day, he's just a sweetheart.

Joel & Corvo

oh boy. get ready to get spoiled a whole damn LOT bc these men will be wrapped around each of ur pinky fingers. a lot of teasing and harmless jealousy/competition, but they'd never be like "do you like him or me more??" it may get a little heated in the bedroom though hehe

[januaryembrs]

EM’S 2K FOLLOWER SHEBANG

just a reminder that requests are still open for my follower celebration! I’ll be closing them again 12th April but until then feel free to send any and all requests in my inbox. Requests can be:

A 1k ish word fic with prompt OR

A song based request with a song and character in mind

characters must be any that are in my masterlists or have been tagged down below, and smut is welcome (however I will warn I am rusty and inexperienced writing it!)

thankyou so much for all the love and support you’ve shown me over the years! It means so much to me since I’m really just a silly girl making coffees all day and coming home to write her silly little fantasies down. you make it all worth it <3

[loveandfictionforall]

Do you do Corvo headcanons and how he is when he is in a snuggle mood? Can he be in a snuggle mood?

- Getting Corvo to cuddle is a feat. It means he has to relax and he doesn’t even know that word! 

- It takes him some time and he will not often do that. Mostly he will do it after sex but also after a stressful day.

- He would bury his face in your hair, nearly laying flat on you. You would not have any other chance than to stroke his hair, his shoulder, and back while you can feel how slowly his muscles uncoil. 

- It would eventually lead to it that Corvo falls asleep. Sleeping blissful and deep because you make him feel safe and able to relax. 

- Sometimes on a lazy morning, he likes to cuddle too. He will not want to stand up because he knows that this quiet moment will fade and has to work again. 

- Corvo would then be a big spoon. He would pull you close to him, the arm that circles around you would be tight and not letting you out. 

- He still loves to bury his face into your hair, smelling you and tickling you with his breath and beard. 

- When he begins to tickle you and you start giggling, he will start to do it more often until you are fully laughing. It would evolve pretty fast to a cute, tender moment where he tickles you everywhere to get you laughing. Somehow he would always be on top of you, smiling down at you with his eyes shining. 

- When is in the mood, he will begin to kiss your neck, letting his hands wander down your body.

- But when he wants to keep that tender moment, he will lean down, softly kissing your lips and quietly murmuring to you that he loves you and that he doesn’t want to live without you.

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feedback is always appreciated! sending much love to all of you. any ideas & requests, please feel free to send me a message!

requests

promise - will get to them in between chapter updates, when the inspiration hits!

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honor him. [Corvo Attano x Reader] - Dishonored

as his assassin, you drowned in a sea of blood you spilled over the years. an Empress dying changed everything. 

now on a desperate hunt for redemption and honor, can you ever clean the blood of an Empire off your hands?  

main pairing: Corvo Attano x Reader, mild Daud x Reader

status: work in progress.

current word count: 15,786

chapters: 8/?

mercy. [Joel Miller x Reader] - The Last of Us

in a dog-eat-dog world of sliced throats and broken bones in exchange for primal survival, begging for mercy should have been the very last resort. 

especially when a certain survivor was holding you at gunpoint.

main pairing: Joel Miller x Reader, mild Tommy Miller x Reader

status: work in progress.

current word count: 36,179

chapters: 15/19 

howlin’ for you. [Bigby Wolf x Reader] - The Wolf Among Us

"people like us get forgotten all the time. when we suffer, we do it in silence. and the world likes it that way."

but how could he ever forget you?

main pairing: Bigby Wolf x Reader

status: work in progress.

current word count: 2,765

chapters: 2/?

for the record. [John “Soap” MacTavish x Reader] - Call of Duty: Modern Warfare

history is indeed written by the victor.

and in his eyes, you would always win.

main pairing: John “Soap” MacTavish x Reader, mild Kyle “Gaz” Garrick x Reader.

status: work in progress.

current word count: 6,666

chapters: 3/?

inferno. [Dean Winchester x Reader] - Supernatural

“hope not ever to see Heaven. I have come to lead you to the other shore - into eternal darkness; into fire and into ice.”

and into fire and ice you would follow.

main pairing: [Dean Winchester x Reader]

status: work in progress

current word count: 1,677

chapters: 1/?

dulce periculum. [John Wick x Reader] - John Wick Universe

some go looking for danger. some are born into it. sometimes, there is no choice but to stand by your family.

it always ends in bloodshed.

main pairings: [John Wick x Reader, Santino D’Antonio x Reader]

status: work in progress

current word count: 1,070

chapters: 1/?

ideas

ideas that i have been having yet did not have a chance to write about yet. any feedback & requests about these are welcome! 

loyalty. [Harvey Specter x Reader] - Suits

if you are thrown into the wolves, you got to act like a wolf.

insieme. [Ezio Auditore da Firenze x Reader] - Assassin’s Creed

“from a little spark, may burst a flame.”

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[implexedactions]

I will protect you

You are a citizen of Dunwall, under the reign of Corvo Attano, the ruthless emperor. He lost everyone who mattered to him, and turned cold as a result. What happens when he stumbles upon you? 

(A/N): Just played through the first game recently, and now I'm in love with the game (and also Corvo). I watched someone play through the 2nd game AGES ago and read about the Emperor Corvo ending and got very excited, so I wrote this! This does feature kidnapping, although nothing sexual happens, but the non-con tag didn't feel right, so this is just a warning if you're not one for possessive behaviour, protectiveness or things like that.

If there is a Tag/Content Warning I forgot to add, PLEASE tell me!

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It was a dark, stormy night in Dunwall. The city was in ruins, which seemed to be the status quo. You were scavenging a ruined building, close to the royal district. You could hear music and party coming from inside. You envied them, a lot. As a child you always imagined being in the royal district, living the life of a noble person. Emily was a kind and wise ruler then, after Corvo had silently and mercifully changed the course of history, Dunwall grew brighter every day.

Then a usurper almost killed Emily, and something within Corvo broke. He ruthlessly killed everyone, civilian or enemy alike, on his way back to the throne. He didn’t even free Emily, saying that, at least when she was in stone, he could always protect her. Almost losing everything for a second time really changes a person, you guessed. He became the new emperor of Dunwall and a dark age settled upon the land. The city was falling down around him, with brute force and dark power replacing the subtle and wise ways of Emily.

He was renowned for retaking the throne for Emily after her mother’s death with not a drop of blood spilled on either side. In retaking the throne a second time, it appeared as if he was trying to make up for lost time, the blood of civilians, guards, and nobles, all spilt through the land. It wasn’t even that bad in Dunwall, Karnaca had been thrown into disarray and was essentially a ghost town.

You realised it was probably late, and decided to just walk home, leaving the shell of the house to wither away another day. The storm raged as you walked home, staring up at the walls to the throne room. You failed to notice the man staring down at you.

---

The next morning, you awoke to your slum-like apartment. With Corvo in charge, the nobles were all thrown out, so basically everyone was living in cold, dreary, apartments. The sense of karma from seeing nobles starve to death did little to help your disposition though. You moved around the apartment, eating a meagre breakfast, before closing the window that blew open during the storm while you were sleeping. Emerging onto the damp street, you walked to the market stalls, hoping to sell or barter the stolen goods you collected the previous night.

The marketplace was busy, even the now passed storm hadn’t dissuaded many people from coming. Then someone called out to you. A man wearing an almost skull like mechanical mask walked up to you. It seemed familiar but you couldn’t place a finger on it.

“You have a gold pendant? Stole it from that blue apartment near the royal district, 3rd floor, bedroom, red jewel in the centre? 10pm yesterday?” he said, bluntly

“So what if I do?” you responded, cautious of anyone who knew your exact movements. He was correct of course, but you didn’t need him knowing that.

“200 gold”

You gasped, 200 gold was more than you expected, you could eat well for weeks with that much. Safety be damned, you needed that money!

“Deal, thank you so much! You have no idea what this means to me”

“Oh, I think I do, my little jewel” he said handing you the money, his hand lingering in yours before he stepped back into the madness of the street, gone from your sight.

With the rather rich creep gone, you bought a few rations from the stalls then walked home. Fingers on the money in your pocket constantly, determined to not lose it.

---

The window was open again. That was the first thing you noticed as you walked in. You put the money in your safe, then walked over, cautious to inspect it. The lock was forced open, that much was clear, there were signs of someone trying to get in.

You froze, the window was open, if someone was trying to get in, then they HAD gotten-

Suddenly, two hands grabbed you from behind, and as if aided by magic, you passed out almost instantly.

---

You awoke to chains around your ankles and wrists. A noble room, with a roaring fire across from the room. It seemed to have a double bed, with a large window behind it. It was night, and there were large shadows being cast by the fire. Crawling as far as you could to the window, you looked outside. There was a new storm raging outside, so visibility was low. You were high up however, very high up.

“Hello! Is anyone there? Help!” you shouted

No one replied. You walked as far as your chains allowed. Which wasn’t very far, there wasn’t anything within your reach. Above the fire was a very large painting of Corvo Attano. Honestly, you hated him at this rate. If he didn’t go on that bloody rampage in Karnaca, things could’ve been so much better for Dunwall. If Emily was queen again things would be so much better

“Fucking bastard…” you say to the painting.

“Now that’s not a nice way to speak to your kind host, is it?”

Your blood ran cold. That reply could only mean one thing, you weren’t an idiot. You turned to the shadowy corner where Corvo Attano stood, seemingly invisible unless you knew he was there, like you unfortunately did.

He stepped out of the corner and walked over to you.

“What do you want with me?!”

“Oh a lot of things, all of them good. Right now just one thing, your hand in marriage” he said, like it wasn’t the weirdest request imaginable

“What?! No? Of course not! Are you an idiot?” you screamed in response, trying to get as far away from him as possible.

“Oh, it wasn’t really a question, more a statement. You see, since I am the emperor, the abbey will basically do whatever I like, including allowing the forced marriage of two people…” he trailed off.

“If it makes you feel better, my sweet jewel, you’ll have the best life. The nicest things in the empire, every whim catered to, people will have to obey you”, he continued sweetly, “otherwise they’d have to answer to me, and not many people stand up to me and live” he said with a sudden change in tone, the threat in the air apparent as all hell.

“Why me?”

“Well, your fine looks are part of your charm, of course. But your kindness is the main reason. When I was on the run, helping Emily to retake the throne, I got trapped by those guards near the estate district. You helped me, remember? You looked at me hiding, about to be found by the guards, then ran up and told them you saw a weeper attacking one of their hounds. They ran off, determined to save the bloodthirsty hound. You saved me, and at the time, I was merely grateful, it was just another reason of why I should save and protect this accursed city.”

“You see, the empress was always so kind, it was the reason I fell in love with her. And one of the many reasons I tried to encourage the trait in Emily. I was so naïve then, thinking kindness and compassion could win out. Then Delilah Copperspoon happened, and I had to face reality”. He paused and looked away.

“Everyone I love would be ripped away from me. It was just a fact. My kindness only let others kill those I loved. My desire for a less chaotic world forced me away from the empress for the six months that led to her being killed. And then Emily…”

He starts choking up a bit, and you’re taken aback. The evil emperor Corvo has a heart…well a twisted one admittedly. You ARE currently being kidnapped, and he’s done horrible things to the empire. It’s not really an excuse.

“Emily was still so…. I had to leave her in the stone, it was the only way I could protect her, by becoming as ruthless as I needed to”

You prod a bit. “Couldn’t you free her from the stone, it's not like she’s gone forever. Things can still go back to normal, right?”

His fist slams into the wall as he stares at you with fire in his eyes.

“NO! Things can never go back to normal! The world is cruel and unkind, and it will only keep taking from those who find themselves caught in its sights! This is the only way I can protect her!”

You back yourself into a corner, huddling and hoping he doesn’t hurt you.

“But when I saw you the other day, I was reminded of your act of kindness. I wanted to help you, to protect you. I broke into your house that night, while you slept to figure out how to best help you. I only meant to help you, that was all it was at first. As I stared at you while you slept, well, I couldn’t help but wonder if you could eventually warm up to me…”

“But then after I gave you that money, at the markets? That was me by the way. A man saw, and he tried to follow you with a knife… I stopped him, of course, his body now litters the sidewalk. But it showed me that you wouldn’t be safe out there, I couldn’t just help you by giving you gold and gifts. I HAD to protect you, to save you from the storm the world had become. And from there I think you can guess what happened.”

You stare at him, shocked at the events unfolding in front of you. You try to reason with him

“Please, I’ll give the money back, just let me go! I don’t want this!”

“Oh my sweet jewel, I don’t care what you think, really. I know how the world is, and I know I must protect you above everything else. When it comes down to it, my desire to protect you overrides your feelings about the matter. It is safe in here, where I can protect you. It is not safe out there, where I cannot protect you. It’s not that complicated of an idea.”

“But, surely the empress wouldn’t want you to kidnap-”

He suddenly appears by your side, a knife against your throat.

“If you value your life, you will never speak of her again. She was- is important to me, she did so much for me and the empire only for the empire to double-cross her. I made the mistake of being forgiving once, and after Emily, I vowed to never make that same mistake again. I have powers far beyond your comprehension, jewel, it would be unwise to cross me. I adore you, but that will only get you so far”

You try not to move, his sudden teleporting across the room was shocking. It was like he froze time.

“Okay, I won’t mention…her again, okay? Just, get that knife away from my neck, please?”

“Of course, my jewel. Now, I can’t trust you right away, as explained by the chains. But I swear they are a temporary measure if you behave. I have to go meet with, and then kill, some nobles requesting aid, okay? But I’ll be back in an hour. Okay, my sweet jewel? I will protect you, that is my promise”

[thewastelandwriter]

could i get some Corvo relationship hcs?

       Corvo would be a little apprehensive about his feelings for you, choosing not to act on them at first. Although he suspected that you were catching onto his feelings due to him acting slightly flustered and tongue-tied whenever you’re around.

       So much so that Emily began to notice and decided to take matters into her own hands. An example of her good-intentioned meddling would be the annual banquet the Crown was attending in which she may or may have not bribed asked the host to sit you and Corvo next to each other during the feast. 

        After the two of you finally expressed your feelings for each other, you both decided to take things slow. During that time, you learned that Corvo is quite romantic. Love letters and sweet affirmations would be constant but never overbearing. He once took you out on an intimate boat ride before the sunset and plans on doing so again, this time with a nice bottle of Serkonan wine. To both of your surprise, Emily was happy for the both of you and gave your relationship her blessing. She just wanted to see her father happy again. 

       Despite his duties, he would always make sure to carve out time for you. He would be there for you whenever you needed a shoulder to cry on or someone to talk to. And speaking of his line of work, Corvo would later express his worries about your safety and as the rumors of your relationship began to circulate, he would begin to train you self-defense.

       One of his favorite things to do at the end of a busy day is relaxing by the fire with you cuddling up next to him, telling him about your day, your thoughts, and your troubles. Though he prefers to listen, he would tell you about his day and occasionally the times long before that, but only if you asked. If you did ask, he would recall memories about his childhood growing up in a poor district of Karnaca and the memories he had about Jessamine and of Emily when she was younger. He would always try to avoid the topic of The Loyalists and Jessamine’s assassination, only sparing vague details once you two had gotten to know each other better. 

[thebittervampire]

Pedro Pascal is a really handsome man and I won't trust any Dishonored adaptation who doesn't cast him as Corvo.