Warning: this oneshot contains the following:
- Blood
- Sickness
- Dry heaving

The characters used:
Corvo Attano
Piero Joplin
General Havelock
Emily Kaldwin
Samuel the boatman
The Outsider

This fanfic is based off of the game Dishoronored. I'd suggest to play it to get what I mean with favouritism (Under this). But, TL;DR, you gotta save the empire of Dunwall after the rat plague got too much for anyone to handle

This is a type of Corvo x The Outsider. It might not be obvious, but very clear favouritism is at play with him. Corvo is the Outsiders favourite, afterall
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Drip, drip, drip

The rain hit against the window Corvo was leaning against, his shoulder pressed up against the cold surface as he held his breath.

Tap, tap, tap

Faint footsteps echoed through the halls, conversations carrying no weight in this dizzying world. It was all just a dream.

Drip..... Drip.... Drip.

Corvo could barely see through his mask. Everything was blurry. He was losing too much health. This isn't good.

Tap, tap, taptaptaptap-

The rain heavied, small chunks of ice hitting against the window as blood slowly traveled down the ledge, the blank eyes of the mask glistening in the dim light of the lanterns, hung above the Overseers head. This wasn't supposed to happen.

His breathing came out in small durations, holding his bullet wound closed as best as he could as he silently prayed to the Outsider to save him. He couldn't breathe.

"Please, please, my god, Outsider, just let me see Emily again...."
His voice trailed off, his hearing dulling as he swayed on the ledge, his vision intruded by long black tendrils of unconciousness. A pacifist shouldn't get this fate. No one should.

Drip, drip, drip....

With blood coating his hands and legs, he fell foward. Instead of landing on an unsuspecting Overseer, he fell through into nothingness. The crismon blood falling upwards as Corvo's weight carried him down, down, down....

He hit the hard ground, winding himself. He couldn't breathe for a few seconds before he rolled onto his side, coughing up sea water that had prevented him from breathing in the first place. There wasn't trace of the crismon liquid in the water, nor were his hands caked with dried blood.

He didn't understand. He thought he was dying, but instead, he had been sleeping in the Houndpits pub. Why.... Why would he dream of such horridness? Was he really that worried of not finding Emily? Surely.... They could find a trace in Hiram's black book, right?

He sighed, slowly sitting up from the ground. How did he get here? He was in his bed when he fell asleep. Strange.

His back ached from where he had landed, and with a quick look out the window, he found that it was still dark. Weirder is, is that the water in the bucket was dripping up and not down.... Wait.

He slowly got up, not wanting to upset his aching back, before heading towards the door that was not there before. As soon as he opened it, a bone chilling cold nipped at his skin, small pieces of land flying past his field of vision as he slowly walked into the void.

Why would he get a visit from the black eyed bastard? He has his mark, what else could he possibly want? His soul? Hah, he was already marked. He was his.

Walking up the broken and rigedy stairs, he grabbed one of the purple lanterns to smell the incense that burned withing.

"Not even going to make an effort to act surprised?"
The smooth voice rang, hot breath hitting the back of Corvo's neck. He whipped around, lantern dropping from his hand only to stop a few centimeters from the ground, floating up again as the Outsider stared at his favourite.

"I don't see why I should. We both know I have no reason to be afraid of you. Even if you may be a god, you do not scare me." The protector signed, keeping a straight expression as the Outsider watched him carefully.

As time didn't matter in the void, Corvo had taught the whale god how to read his sign language so they wouldn't have a language barrier between them, with Corvo being mute from shock.

"I see. You do have a reason to be afraid, though. Without my mark, you would've perrished on that window ledge, you know."
The deity's voice was cool, amused even, as he watched Corvo's eyes widen comically before he started signing frantically, obviously panicked.

"What?! You answered but- You weren't- It was- No- I-" The Outsider could barely make anything of it, so he reached out and took Corvo's hands, holding them tightly as the royal protector started breaking down in tears. He had almost died....

"You have no reason to threat, my dearest of followers. You are safe, merely recovering. I cleared the rest. You were lucky it was a stray bullet, or you would've been truely dead."
The deity cooed, letting go Corvo's right hand as he traced his mark on the protectors link hand.

The brunet opened his mouth, a small noise coming out before he shut his mouth again, feeling his heart slow down as the Outsider traced his mark. He couldn't feel his hand from the deity's cold flesh, but he didn't mind.

It took another few short moments before he was falling again. He panicked, letting out a scream as his arms flailed around him, trying to perhaps slow his fall.

Instead of falling into the void itself, he awoke in bed. He had a pounding headache, with his side pounding as much. He slowly sat up, wincing as the wound ached. Atleast it wasn't infected.

Corvo got up, taking his mask from the bedside table before heading downstairs after equipping his bonecharms again. He felt nauseus, but he pushed it down.

He found the old general in the bar, leaning over the black book, sipping some whiskey. "Good morning, Corvo." He greeted, turning around to look at the royal protector.

"Good morning." He signed, bowing a little. That got a laugh from Havelock as he leaned against the table, "I see you can walk. That's good. How is your side?"

"Much better. What happened?" Corvo questioned, staying in the doorway as Havelock chewed on the inside of his cheek, "Well, Samuel said that you had limped your way over after maybe 30 minutes after dropping you off. You passed out as soon as you got close enough. You were bleeding quite heavily, so Samuel tried to get you to us as soon as possible. He did a good job, didn't he?" The general chuckled, sipping more of his whiskey.

"You'll stay here today. They won't move Emily for another week, so you'll have all the time of the world to relax and recover, okay?" The protector stiffened up, pursing his lips as he looked Havelock straight in his eyes before shaking his head. He already lost his lover, he cannot lose his daughter.

"Corvo, you musn't-" He cut the general off by raising his hands to show he has something to say, "No. I'd rather go now and have Emily with me rather than wait. You cannot force me to stay, can you? So why even give me the option when you know I want her back?"

Havelock stayed quiet, sipping his drink before slowly nodding, "Piero has been working on your armour and weapons since you got back. He wants to make sure no other stray bullet may hurt you as much as this one did. Go visit him, he must be worried." With that, the general went back to reading while the royal protector went outside to Piero's workshop

Piero was upstairs, looking over blueprints for a new type of armour for Corvo when the protector appeared, gently tapping the inventors shoulder to get his attention.

"Corvo, my friend, I see that you are well. How are you feeling?" He fixed his glasses, shifting so he was hiding the blueprints and so he can see what Corvo signed.

"As if I was stabbed with a knife sprayed in poison. May I have my weapons back?" He asked, crossing his arms after he was done. "My friend that... Are you sure you do not want to rest? We have time..." Piero trailed off when Corvo firmly shook his head.

The inventor licked his lips, thinking for a moment before sighing and getting Corvo's crossbow, blade and armour out. The protector took them without hesitation, slipping the armour on before putting his blade and crossbow away. He thanked the inventor, leaving him with his blueprints.

He met Samuel at the dock, sighing as the man hesitated to start the boat and sail off. He felt fine, exept for some minor dizzyness and nausea. He won't regret this.

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He regrets this. He regrets this so badly. He could barely see anymore, his hair slickened down from sweat as he tried not to throw his breakfast up. He must've caught sickness from the Overseers.

He was dry heaving, on his knees, in a corner away from any possible danger. After another minute of this, he slowly stood, putting his mask back on. His knees felt weak, and he was seeing stars.

He was close to a rune though, he could hear it's song whispering in his ears and the heart beating against his own chest. She was worried, and the deity was worried. The whispers were harsh, yet inviting and hurried. He showed what he was afraid of. He was scared of losing his favourite so quickly.

Pittering and pattering his way over to Granny Rags' house. He didn't greet the old woman as he slipped past her, right into her small backyard area.

Whalesongs rang in his ears as he reached the shrine. The same black tendrils carressed his vision as he reached out and took the rune. Immediatly, he was standing in the void, his sickness gone.

"My dearest follower... They told you to rest. Why must you be so stubborn?"
The Outsider tsk'd, shaking his head as he crouched infront of his kneeling marked, moving his head to look at him.

"Go fuck a cow, you whale god..." He muttered, taking heaved breathes as colour slowly returned to the guards face. He has been better at talking, though he still perfered sign langauge.

"Feisty as always, I see. Do not worry. Your daughter is in safe hands, royal protector. Sleep."
The deity soothed, gently pinching the protectors cheek before the brunet's eyes started falling, sleep overtaking his whole being.

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"Corvoo, wake uuup. You were making funny faces while you were sleeping." Small pokes woke the protector, immediatly sitting up to greet his daughter.

"I decided to nap here while Callista was taking her bath. She told me if there's any trouble, I should always run here." He nodded, smiling lightly as he ruffled the girl's hair. "Thanks Corvo; it makes me feel better."

The small empress walked to sit down next to an empty bed skeleton, taking a book into her lap as the protector got up, heading down to get a report of what happened. He wasn't oblivious to the whispers in his ears, faint whalesong in the back of his head as it danced around his conciousness.

He knew the Outsider did so much, and that he now owes the deity something. Though, deep down, he knew the deity never would want something from his favourite.

He just had to live.