#asexual daud

[drushlag69]

Morning after…

(they’re finally got a healthy dinner and full night sleep and snored in each other’s ears loud as hell)

[exultedshores]

53. “Who cares about what they think?”

Thanks for the prompt, anon! You didn’t specify a pairing so I went with Daud/Thomas, I hope that’s alright.

Thomas wakes, as he always does, at the crack of dawn.

The day’s first rays of sunshine filter through the holes in the ceiling of the Commerce Building, and Thomas allows himself ten seconds. Ten seconds to drink in the stunning sight of Daud’s sleeping face, relaxed in a way it never is when he’s awake. Ten seconds to marvel at the fact that thisis the first sight he gets to see in the morning, that he’s allowed the privilege of watching the infamous Knife of Dunwall drool onto his pillow. Ten seconds of bliss.

Ten seconds, and then he has to get up, needs to return to the cold, impersonal little bedroom deep in the bowels of the building. The other Whalers cannot know their Master is sharing his bed with his second-in-command. It would only serve to further decay the bond of trust between Daud and his men, already so fragile since Billie betrayed them. Thomas knows how much Daud cares about the Whalers, how devastated he would be if it all came crashing down around him. He doesn’t want their newfound relationship to be the ruin of their house.

Thomas gently disentangles himself from Daud’s hold, careful not to wake him. He needs all the sleep he can get, the nightmares that plague him since he murdered Empress Jessamine Kaldwin making restful slumber a rarity. They’ve become less frequent since Thomas began sharing his bed, but there are still nights Thomas is awoken by Daud thrashing, or mumbling, or, on one particularly bad morning, weeping. The deep, peaceful sleep Daud’s in now isn’t nearly as common as Thomas would like it to be.

He’s barely left the bed when a hand closes around his wrist. “Stay.”

Daud’s voice is laden with sleep, but also with sincerity, and Thomas’ heart races. “I can’t,” he murmurs, reasonably. “The others –”

“To the Void with the others,” Daud grumbles, tugging at Thomas’ wrist. “Come back to bed.”

Thomas wishes he could say he isn’t tempted. “They might think we’re…” Having sex, he doesn’t say, but he doesn’t have to. There’s no other conclusion they could come to, if they were to find Thomas in Daud’s bed. Never mind the fact that all they’veever done is sleep, because Daud and sex go together like whale oil and floodwater.

Daud scoffs, the effect undermined by the way his head is still half-buried in the pillow. “Who cares about what they think?” he grunts, but he does let Thomas go, granting him leave if he so desires. “If this is what makes them leave, after the Voiddamned few months we’ve had, then they can go and fuck off.”

And that’s – a strangely compelling argument. “Are you sure?”

“Oh for Void’s sake, Thomas, lie down.”

He lies down, and Daud curls into him again immediately, like a cat seeking out warmth. He’s back to sleep within seconds, and Thomas smiles.

Daud was right. Let the others think what they like.

Thomas is exactly where he wants to be.

[shotce]

Sometimes, you need to state the obvious in an exaggerated manner. Cartoony doodle done after reading the latest of @missdreawrites's amazing fic, An Omen In the Bone. Which is updated regularly, thank god. Read here: http://archiveofourown.org/works/8599198/chapters/19720000

[shotce]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Dishonored (Video Games) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Corvo Attano/Daud (Dishonored) Characters: Corvo Attano, Daud (Dishonored), Emily Kaldwin, Wyman (Dishonored) Additional Tags: Royal Spymaster!Daud, Asexual Character, Low Chaos (Dishonored), Low Chaos Daud, Low Chaos Corvo Attano, Established Relationship, background Emily Kaldwin/Wyman Summary:

“But you must have some humourous stories from Emily’s childhood,” Wyman presses.

“Well,” Corvo says, “have you noticed that Emily only calls me ‘Father’?”

“Father,” Emily hisses, at the same time that Daud growls, “Corvo,” both of them similar degrees of mortified. They exchange a rare look of commiseration, the likes of which are always brought on by Corvo thinking he’s funny - a Corvo who thinks he’s hilarious is the worst Corvo - but swiftly look away again.

“Oh, this I have to hear,” Wyman says, obviously delighted.

Corvo/Spymaster!Daud and Emily (with bonus Wyman) in the years between the first and second games.

[godoflaundrybaskets]

Dishonored Podfic

Earlier this year, I made a podfic of @crowbito​‘s excellent fic “no sleep tonight” where long suffering Daud unwillingly gives relationship advice to the Outsider. I really love how that turned out and just this aro!ace!Daud in general so I went ahead and also podfic’d the prequel-ish fic to that one “oh quiet down, I’ve had enough” which was similarly delightful.

Both are now posted for your enjoyment!

[Podfic] oh quiet down, I’ve had enough

0:28:46 || https://archiveofourown.org/works/17911337

Five times someone hits on an asexual Daud, and one time someone asks.

[Podfic] no sleep tonight

0:23:03 || https://archiveofourown.org/works/17233901

“Pretend, for interest’s sake, that you were amenable to a relationship with me," the Outsider says.

"Impossible," Daud says, appalled.

An asexual, aromantic Daud unwillingly offers relationship advice. No, he doesn't know how it came to this either. Or, asexual!Daud deals with the vagaries of attraction: the Outsider and his chosen edition.