I’ve gotten like, what? Four new followers in the past few days? Four new followers, and shit ton of notes on old stories, and a fic request :3 You guys make me so happy. I’m sorry I take so fucking long to write stuff; it either turns out really long, or I abandon it and come back to it. If you have requests, ideas, or want to to a fic trade, I’m still open. 

-Rachel

(So I’m really in love with Maliks-butt’s Starbucks AU and I figured I’d write something for it. It’s hella long, so be warned. 

-Rachel) 

He didn’t want to take the job. There were other things he could’ve been doing, like studying for finals or actually trying to pick up a date. But no, he got a job at Starbucks. He hated Starbucks; they were constantly coming up with ways to ruin perfectly good coffee. Nevertheless, he needed the money. On the day he started his job, when he read the name tag on his black apron, he was surprised someone spelled his name right: Altair.

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I suck at writing, but if it has to come down to it I will TRY to write one…

The Mark started as a small tattoo on the back of his hand, nothing that couldn’t be hidden by gloves, or even the sleeves of his coat. As Daud’s power and ambition grew, the tattoo did as well, spreading up his arm like a rash. The Outsider would inscribe new markings while he visited Daud in his dreams. Each time he felt it burn into his skin. The pain lasted only a few seconds, but it was enough to take his breath away. He knew he got stares from his men when he walked around with his sleeves rolled up to his elbows, and the Mark on Corvo Attano’s hand infuriated him. Not because Corvo had one, but because it was so small. 

“Why?” Daud asks the Outsider. “Why is mine like this-” He gestures to the arm, at the scrolling black designs, “-And his is so small?”  

“I would think you would be more appreciative,” the Outsider replies, putting his hands on Daud’s shoulders. 

“I am. Don’t ever think I’m not.” He puts a hand over the Outsider’s. “They’re just always a surprise.” 

“Do you not like them?” 

“I never said-“ 

“Because I do.” The Outsider’s hand moved down, tracing over Daud’s arm, the Mark glowing its blues and yellows. 

Daud smiles a bit. “I would hope so; you gave them to me.” 

The Outsider smiles back. “Do not mistake me giving Corvo Attano my Mark as me playing favorites. You can think of my Mark in one of two ways; a gift, something beautiful I designed just for you, or a brand that tells the world you belong to me.” 

Their lips meet, and Daud forgets for a moment about the Mark, the Void, and Corvo. When they part Daud says, “I rather like both ideas.” 

the-girl-in-fandom-world:

Can I just

Can I just have a fic where Altair and Malik are reincarnated in the modern day, and they join the Brotherhood, and then they get their happy ending?

Bonus points of Desmond is involved.

His name was Altair, and he was Desmond’s cousin. Malik knew that much, at least. Altair had grown up in the United States but trained with the Brotherhood somewhere in the Middle East since he was a teenager. He was a damn good Assassin, that much was true. He was also arrogant, impatient, and, to Malik’s annoyance, didn’t follow the Creed half the time.

This is the first part of a fic based off an AU Pungafruit did. It’s basically the Outsider is an owner of a large company and Corvo is his assassin. Hope you enjoy. -Rachel) 

“You have a visitor, Mr. Attano.” 

Corvo stands up and shuffles over to the guard standing outside his cell. The gate opens and the cop removes a pair of handcuffs from his belt. “C’mon Corvo, you know the drill.” 

(So this is just a Corvo omorashi fic. You might take it as Corvo/Daud IDK. This is my first time writing something like this so I’m not sure how good it is. I hope you like it anyway.

-Rachel)

Corvo isn’t sure how long he’s been in Daud’s cell for. It may just be hours, but it feels like days to him. Whatever Havelock put in his drink makes him slip in and out of consciousness from time to time. Time has been passing oddly for him. 

But at the moment there’s a more pressing matter.

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‘come lay down on this comfortable belly i’ve gained some weight recently so it should be soft like a pillow’

i’m sorry (◡‿◡)

Most humans would be self conscious about gaining weight, but not Corvo. He could be quite informal; something most people loved or hated about him. Plus, it wasn’t like the Outsider noticed or cared. When he lied down on Corvo’s stomach, it wasn’t solid anymore. It was softer, but he could still feel the man’s muscles move under his skin, and look up at Corvo while the assassin ran his fingers through the Outsider’s dark locks.

Corvo said he would get back into shape at some point, but the Outsider didn’t see a problem, except that Corvo spoke about it a lot. They still spoke of other things, of course, and made love on occasions. The Outsider honestly didn’t understand why weight mattered so much in human society. Corvo said it was something about health and self image, but didn’t seem to make a fuss about it. If the Outsider learned anything about humans, it’s that their personalities don’t always change, even if their bodies do. This was a fact that he was very grateful for. 

Sooooo uh

Would anyone be interested in reading an omorashi Corvo fic?

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((OOC: Some of my morbid musings..

Corvo was in prison for 6 months, tortured and shiz. (I bet that’s the reason he is so weak when attacked by a group of guards, despite him being the best in the whole empire.)

I know that the Lord Regent probably didn’t even consider Corvo breaking out of…

I have a headcanon that the torture is basically all where we can’t see it because the Lord Regent wanted his reputation absolutely unbesmirched with rumors of a forced confession, so it’s all hidden underneath clothes/etc. And thus most of the torture was fucking with his mind instead of his body.

…and if you want a side of really really awful things to go along with that, the fucking with his mind came almost entirely through torture with a sexual bent. (If he was good enough to be the Empress’ whore, he’s good enough to be the Royal Interrogator’s.)

I was going to bring something like this up. He is a “traitor”, after all, and fuck knows they’re not gonna go easy on a traitor.  They did physically torture him, but a lot of it was psychological. They probably used things like sensory and sleep deprivation on him. As for the sexual thing, I think that was more from the other prisoners. Homosexuality seems to be frowned upon in the game. If the Royal Interrogator did anything to him, and Hiram found out, he would without a doubt tell Campbell, and there would be serious consequences. Because Corvo was so weak, it made him an easy target. It’s not like they thought he would get out, so they did what they wanted to to him. I think the other prisoners could be as rough on him as the Royal Interrogator. 

(Just a short Corvo/Outsider fic on my headcanon that the Outsider actually has something similar to a tentabulge. Am I kicked out of the fandom yet or

-Rachel)

Their visits have become less and less frequent, and this fact upset Corvo. He knows the Outsider watches him, but they haven’t had any face to face contact in over a month. Whatever the god is doing must be important. He sits there sometimes, tracing the Mark, hoping the Outsider will come, but he doesn’t, not even in his dreams. Corvo actually constructed a small shrine in his spare room, and would do something he seldom ever did in the past: pray. It wasn’t something he was used to, and was, at first, unsure of what to say. But he found the words, murmuring small prayers and statements of love, on his knees, hands clasped in front of him. He wants to show the Outsider he’s still thinking of him, he supposes. After the silent thanks, he’ll kiss the Mark and return to whatever he was doing previously.