#alpha desmond
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Content: Spoilers for AC1-3 and the events surrounding Lucy. A paragraph pushes it to PG-16 with reader lamenting wanting Desmond with direct references to the below verse.
AU: Alpha/beta/omega verse Alpha Desmond, Omega female reader.
Cross-links: ao3
A/n: Written 2018, formatted but not edited 2022. This first section is written non-linear.
Desmond had been something of an urban legend back at the Farm- he wasn't someone you knew personally, but now was someone you couldn't imagine being without. Surviving the Eye didn't change that fact- but it leads to something else.
WHAT LIES WITHIN YOUR EYES
part I (you are here)
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It had only taken two days for them all to reach a general agreement about the place. William had held initial reservations about the Manor and Shaun had all but complained the entire way there. Rebecca had spoken earnestly about the idea, voice chipper as she twirled the headphone cord around her index finger with a face-splitting grin. Desmond hadn't particularly reacted to the suggestion- but nobody really pressured him into giving one either.
The Davenport Homestead hadn't felt particularly welcoming - but only in the sense that it was unlivable, hostile to everyone by proxy. Every other building other than the Manor was rundown and barely more than splinters held together by nails, a crude mockery of the fine establishment it was supposed to be.
It also felt like home though, enough like the Farm that the three of you had once lived on, with the wooden walls and trees that dotted the horizon, so thick it was a wonder that it hadn’t overtaken the buildings itself.
It was almost hard to believe that the Manor still stood as it did, forgotten by the civilized world as it was. Your lessons spoke of the siege during the 1920's that ripped the Assassins from it.
As Desmond traced his fingers fondly along the stair railings and the faded paintings in the basement, you found your tongue stilled. You wouldn't do anything to hurt him and with part of his mind still living as Connor, it might not have turned out well for him if you brought it up.
Connor was the reason why you all ventured there - he had never left the Homestead, not even in the end. Where else did he have left to go? Rebecca swore up and down that the Templars weren't interested in the place since the siege and even Shaun begrudgingly admitted that as a former Assassin stronghold, it would be able to support them. William had relented and admitted to wanting any artefacts left behind but you had a feeling that it more likely had to do with Desmond. You all had agreed to be there for Desmond.
Desmond was … different since the Temple.
All of you had expected him to die - and each time you think of it the fear clogged up your throat and made your hands clammy. His resoluteness was the worst of it - even back at the Farm he had been calm and flippant but that had been something different. None of you spoke of it - of how he almost hadn’t made it out alive.
Somehow, he had saved the world. It was only right that the four of you saved him. When one was haunted by ghosts, the ghost had to be put to rest. Connor's body would help with that - all the missing years from his daughter's conception to his death.
What the four of you couldn’t tell was if it did help more than hinder - Desmond had been quiet since they arrived, barely gave more than one-worded answers or a shake of his head. You had all opted to leave him be and while you didn’t know what it was like to be stuck inside your head, not to the degree that he was, you didn’t leave. Not too far anyways.
You wished you could say that you had always been close with Desmond - that you had always looked up to him and that you only knew the concept of love through him. The truth of the matter was far from it. As a boy years your senior, he was in a separate training class from the Farm.
Even then, there was the matter that you weren’t really from the Farm. From a sister branch, your family moved there to help pater out the bloodline and prevent too close of inbreeding. Assassins tried to teach the people of the world and the truth of it, but it is a hard and bitter pill to swallow and not many acclimate to the lifestyle.
No, you hardly knew Desmond. You met him once. Before. He had been a withdrawn boy even then, pock-faced and pudgy but from your limited interactions with him he had never been unkind to you. Your memories of him were foggy at best.
Months and years after the fact, Desmond became something of an urban legend at the Farm. They spoke of rebellions against his father, of a short temper and quick comebacks. He had been the only one foolish enough to leave. In the end it was later transcribed to be bravery.
Desmond told you once of what Juno and Minerva offered him - save the world or damn the world. How the world would have burned but the lot of you would have been safe, trapped in a place separated from the rest of Earth by time and otherworldly constructs. They’ve lied once before, he had said and in the same breath, I couldn’t be a leader to anyone. And that was enough to know that he had thought about it, even for just a moment.
You had thought of how he had been the first to leave from the Farm of their own volition. How the Assassins tried to tail him and lost him somewhere in Kansas, something perceivable due to lack of credentials but no small feat compared to how many Assassins came after him.
Desmond had been the first but he hadn’t been the last. The rest of the younger members took a chance of their own. Stories came back that some were captured and tortured for information or lost at sea, the fact remained that he had started a revolution of his own. His kindness had not gone amiss at a desolate place like the Farm. Even before his ancestors had left their imprints on his mind he had been a leader. He just hadn’t realized it.
You hadn’t told him that, not when he had looked at you with woeful eyes. Self-belief was a difficult thing to nurse.
Some days, it wasn’t Desmond that spoke to you. The horrible thing was that it was difficult to tell when the slip happened. On occasion he would slip into another language and the lot of you would work to soothe him out of the Bleed, but other times none of you had caught onto it until he would have a slight misstep and fumble or even dazedly ask what happened. Those were the days that you would end up holding his hand or sitting close to him, fingers always a constant on his skin when you could. There was a sense of dreaded hopelessness about the situation where all you could do was reassure him of his own presence there - his name in every other sentence or a newspaper detailing the events. Anything to keep him in touch and rooted here with you.
Perhaps it shouldn’t have been a surprise that he had kissed you. Perhaps it was his own fumble with reality, his own tightened grip on his sanity. Certainly not one of his ancestors at any rate - there was enough tentativeness to not be Ezio, it simply wasn’t like Connor to do that, and from what you knew of Altair he wouldn’t have kissed you like that, it would’ve likely just been another task for him. You had sworn it was Desmond who did, who leaned down and breathed you in and pressed his fingers to the back of your nape and tilted your head up.
Desmond hadn’t been your first love, hadn’t lain out that foundation for the rest of your life. You had every bit of belief that he would be the last. What you felt for him was slippery - intangible and messy and so horribly painful and bright. A thunder in your veins and the tension in your skin - it was easy to get lost in him, to believe with full conviction that you would not object to anything that he wanted.
The problem was that Desmond did not want easily. You both knew the Farm - knew of how easily and firmly its own code could constrict someone. You hadn’t known you had been a prisoner of a cult in near everything but the walls and name until you had left with William.
It hadn’t been much of a choice on his part - you were one of the few who hadn’t left after Desmond, let alone died on the initial rescue mission. The Creed advocated for freedom but it was difficult to believe in it when it encroached upon everyone there, where the only law you followed was the Tenets that still stood.
Desmond was a pushover to an extent. Even with all the rumours that followed after him after his departure, all the rebellious streaks that was supposed to have happened … it all seemed moot when in comparison to the young boy that you had known. He had followed after his father in the end, had gone through the rigorous training and submitted himself to that way of life. Until he hadn’t anymore. But even then, he had hung low and out of sight, only caught by a foolish mistake. He had been admirable in that, that he had lasted for years without being found out by the very people who specialized in stealth.
He had not objected to the Animus though, hadn’t uttered a word of regret or denial concerning his own impending death. You could recall his resolution back in the Temple, his tired voice and knitted brow. Even as he faced death, he had not turned his back on it. Every time he was told to get in the Animus, he eventually did. He hadn’t even protested when they all came to the Manor the second time, when Rebecca had brought it up to him.
There was nothing but the sound of silence and snow in the stillness of winter. There was no other choice, not when they had made it and followed through on it. None of them were keen on traveling once snow blanketed the ground. Spring was still a few months off especially in the frontier. Desmond had a tendency for cabin fever from what you knew, had reportedly been out of sight every night back in Italy. He had been adamant about leaving to face Cross and Vidic himself, to collect the power sources and carry on his way.
Desmond had sworn he wasn’t capable of being leader and yet the four of you had agreed willingly. William had come as a surprise to you given his accompanied alpha status, the very same as his son. The fights that you had witnessed between the two of them hadn’t been pretty. Desmond had wanted to confront Vidic. Shaun and Rebecca had no conflicts about it in the end, resigned themselves to the best option.
You hadn’t spent long in the field yourself, could not argue that this wasn’t the best course of action. Your work was better covering your tracks and finding signals on the web - all proven moot when in comparison to the likes of Rebecca. You hadn’t been worth much now that both you and William had met up with the group but while it had been the two of you it had suited the both of you just fine.
Somewhere along the way, the five of you had unwittingly become a pack, had every dynamic of one that completely functioned. Lucy had been the alpha of the last one, the head of the group. Here, it had fallen to Desmond and he wore it exactly like how he settled into his genetic memories. Easily and seamlessly. Even with your heart in your throat, you had offered no protest to him going to Abstergo.
You had cared for Desmond in your own way, had admired his steadfastness and determination until he had nearly killed himself for it. Your first introduction to him was to a boy with a face with a frown and the second was to someone equally as desolate. His sleep had not been peaceful, comatose and unresponsive to the world.
“Get him in the Animus” William had said and Desmond was strapped in. Even when the Animus went on the fritz and tried to deny his mind, when he had outright flatlined more than once, he had remained strong.
When Desmond chased after Vidic, stood tall on that skyscraper, mic attached to his shirt, you could hear the wonder and awe in his voice. While you couldn't see his face, you could see what he did. Despite the grainy feedback, you saw where he stood at the end of everything.
It’s it beautiful? He had said. With your heart permanently glued to the inner lining of your throat, you had agreed. Desmond had stopped to admire the view and you had done it with him. Until it had been time to go, time to kill and move on and go go go go go.
None of you could stop, not even for a moment, not for some sight seeing or to catch their breaths. But the memory had implanted itself in your mind, solid and true. You had understood then why Desmond had left. And when Desmond took a Leap of Faith afterwards, you had inadvertently fallen with him.
Desmond had not forgotten your agreement. Even when everyone else had ushered him to hurry on, you had spoken in positive response. Even when the threat of the world hung around all your shoulders - and the doom it had spelled for him - he had pulled you aside on the rare occasion that he had been lucid and handed you his phone.
“You had liked the view too,” he had said with a worn smile and half-lidded eyes. It was not something that you had easily forgotten either. You were all but deftly reminded of his unfailing kindness and selflessness then. How he had taken the time to take a picture just for you.
“Thank you,” you had said. It was almost all that you could. He had smiled, something far more genuine that only solidified the feeling in your chest. He had clapped a hand to your shoulder and was ushered back into the Animus.
The situation between you two had shifted then. Because alphas and omegas were historically known to generally get along you had to endure nearly a dozen of Shaun’s ribbing comments already. It had been senseless banter and shameless teasing before, implications present in the edge of his voice. It was not something that could be ignored anymore, not anything that you wanted to let go of.
You didn’t want to replace Lucy, nor could you properly. She had been an alpha. You had known of her importance to the group, how hard her absence and betrayal had hit them. William hadn’t tried to replace her, even as another alpha he could sense her own placement there.
Lucy was a sore subject, a soft whisper if even that. You knew she had been close to Desmond but the truth hadn’t hurt before. If you could even call this feeling hurt- you couldn’t envy a dead woman, couldn’t chastise her for her own wasted opportunities and lament about what could have been between the two of them.
But in a way, you had taken her spot. She had tended to Desmond and now you did. The wedge between you - the wall formed by your arrival with his father had began to dismantle. Desmond didn’t necessarily need to be cared for, he could stand on his own and effortlessly carried the weight of the entire group. The admiration you had felt for him shifted since the phone, since returned to him so he could fiddle with it and record some audio clips you believed, had settled into something warmer and more wanting.
You couldn’t help him entirely, not in the way that mattered most or most effectively. You would like to believe it had been enough.
You were not entirely obtuse in your feelings for him - Rebecca had eyed you plenty a time over the edge of her computer. Shaun for his part had tried to arrange it so that the both of you were together. William pretended it wasn’t happening and perhaps for that alone you were thankful. Desmond, in his own way, had not remained oblivious either.
Rather, it had been Desmond-as-Ezio who had caught on. As Rebecca had told you, Ezio was a flirt through and through. While Ezio knew the ways of sex like the back of his hand, he knew love even greater. He had always fallen hard and fast. You had known it was Ezio at the forefront of Desmond's mind by the way he had watched you and curled his vowels.
Shaun had translated once, had remained stone-faced for far longer than you thought he would, before he said that Ezio suggested you tell him. “I have known love and I have lost it,” is what Shaun had translated. “Do not lose your chance.”
Time waited for no one. When Desmond had stood before the pillar and said his goodbyes, begged them to leave, to let him be to his fate, you thought to ask him to stay. Desmond pressed his phone into your hand and pulled you into a hug in the same motion.
He smelled of alpha-sweat-blood-dust-cold metal-whiskey-cinnamon-home-home- home. You hadn’t wanted to let him go. “I should have kissed you,” you whispered out. Instead, Desmond had let go of you - and leaned in to do exactly that.
Hours later, when the rumble of vehicles threatened overhead, their position compromised, you all struggled to gather what you could. You all had left him there to stand before his end. The end of the world had not come - but neither did Desmond leave. Time was wasted sitting there, incapable of mobility after most of your items had been packed - none of you had wanted to touch Baby, not yet. You feared you would still feel his warmth there, that if you so much as touched anything that belonged to him you would break down and cry.
Desmond had came out of the Temple and you had done exactly that anyways. “It didn’t need to be me,” he had say in way of explanation, eyes a swirl of that familiar glint of gold before he blinked, voice full of disgust, rigidness, and resignation. “It was my blood. It has always been my blood.” Then he had tucked himself in the back of the van right next to you and pressed his chin to the flesh between your shoulder and neck.
He Bled regularly as you drove along. William cursed up a storm each time he regressed and you could only clutch him tighter each time that he did and with every harsh motion of the van. You had almost lost him. You all had.
Even if you all hadn’t tried to Bleed Connor out of his system, the drive back was well worth it. The tires hadn’t survived and all of you had cricks in your neck but it had been enough. The Manor welcomed you all well enough but Desmond most of all.
Perhaps it had been the Connor inside of him that reacted, that still saw it as his den. Unlike his other ancestors, Connor had no proper pack of his own, not outside of his children, Achilles or even for that odd encounter with Shay. He had found solace in the Manor and so had Desmond.
William spoke of leaving after spring, of reports about a modified Animus and how Abstergo hunted one of their own. You had read the reports yourself but you had Desmond in your mind’s eye and so that was all that William’s comments had remained - comments. Even as an alpha, he couldn’t dictate what the pack chose. No one dared speak of going their own separate ways despite what the eldest seemed to imply.
Even with nearly two years as William's accomplice and with a reliable bond, it couldn't compare to what you shared with the others. William had not asked you to leave with him though, not then. For all that he had done wrong, from what you knew, it was a saving grace. You would not have picked him.
Connor was never an aggressive presence with Desmond though. The younger Altair, when he bled through, was a downright terror and an equally as young Ezio was too rambunctious, Connor had never mucked up much trouble. So when each Animus session with Desmond that lead him closer to the end that was written for Connor, you had seen less of him. It had been almost February when Desmond had whispered into your skin with a slur to his words, “He’s still there. Just resting.” Desmond ended up telling the others but you had been the first.
William eyed the van then and you had seen Shaun’s mouth form words of his own to comment but Rebecca had only smiled and clasped her hand to Desmond’s own. “You’re doing good, Desmond.” And he had softened and sent her a smile of his own and everything seemed right in the world, a little more sturdier.
Desmond did not want easily. He always put everyone else’s needs above his own, always followed their rules and their dictations. Even lost in his own world he obeyed the commands rigorously trained into him. He still chose his own meal if given a choice, still wanted to watch a surprisingly high quality movie on Rebecca’s computer with you - but he didn’t contribute to the discussion of where to go and what to do. He had fought so hard for his own life and it was barely with a fumble that he slipped back into that same old mold.
You remembered the day of when he had been found to have disappeared. How it had happened without warning. Ages past the fact had twisted the story, had stated that he had been found missing and his mother had crudely screamed and woke the whole household. The stories went that he had rallied up a small group of fellow recruits and taken a few with him after burning down an old outhouse. That he had threatened to leave numerous times before and successfully done it and that he would leave for good. That he took a car and blasted out of there with the radio on full blast.
You remember the truth of it. It took near four hours after wake up for anybody to even notice. It wasn't unusual for Desmond to venture out to the forest or to go horseback riding. There was no screaming or crying fest, nobody hollered or threw things. You knew well enough that Desmond and William had fought the night before. There had been no border patrols or guards or even gates.
He had simply walked out and never looked back, hitchhiked and bussed as far away as he could. Nobody had expected for one of their own to walk out - hadn’t expected that anybody would want to. Desmond had already been gone long before he had run away, it was just a matter of his physical body getting the memo.
It had been a quick and quiet affair with nary a word from him then. While you doubted that he would leave the four of you there, that he would so quickly up and leave, you knew well enough that history repeated itself. Desmond’s genetic memories proved that time and time again. You feared that the man you loved wasn’t the one you thought he was.
So every so often, when that same feeling niggled at the back of your mind, you went looking for him.
You found him in Connor’s old room. Relief had came in with a sloppy tidal wave. A shudder passed through you the moment you stepped through the doorway.
All of you slept in the living room, had set up that room to be the most hospitable during the cold months. The fireplace had kept you all warm enough and if it hadn’t, Desmond would be there at your back, holding you to his chest. Even then, there were moments like these that he was separated from you, far away both physically and mentally.
He turned towards you at the sound of your cleared throat. Shaun’s words from Ezio haunted you. You almost lost him. “Desmond?” you asked, voice shrill in the slow trickle of the air. You sneezed twice at the dust that floated around. He had drawn a mattress up there and even placed it atop the bed frame still present. Not Connor’s, you knew, but old enough. You touched your hand to his blanketed shoulder.
“Yeah,” he sighed and ran a hand up his face. “It’s me.” It … hadn’t been what you were going to say, let alone ask. You frowned.
“Why are you up here alone?” you whispered. The bed creaked beneath you as you sat beside him. His blanket was drawn up around his shoulders, huddled around his head like a hood. There was an edge of sleepiness to his eyes and a few creases around his mouth, bruises beneath his eyes. Desmond hadn’t slept well since Abstergo, since the first Animus session. That or it was literally his genetics. He has been tired long before that.
Desmond let out a slow exhale of air. Not quite a sigh. Desmond never sighed. Your frown deepened. “I’m thinking,” he confessed, eyes not on you. He’s focused at something on the wall. You almost thought there was a painting there once, a long time ago. His focus slipped and he instead shifted his hand to rub at his eyes. “Didn’t realize I spent so much time up here. Are you doing okay?”
You thought about how to answer that. For someone who had the whole world on his shoulders, you’d almost have hoped that he’d take some time to himself. You retracted your hand to tug at his own, to stop his restless fingers and to soothe him with small strokes of yours across the back of his hand. “I’m worried about you,” you said truthfully.
“I’m okay.” The reply hadn’t come as quickly and selflessly as you thought it would. There was no conviction in the words. Your fingers stilled. His flesh was so warm, so present - you didn’t want him to leave you. But you didn’t want to be selfish either, didn’t want to cage him down. “I’m about ready to go. Dad was saying something about Egypt, I think.”
“You listen to your dad?” you joked, eyebrows raised. There was a soft huff of an exhale from him, never quite a laugh but almost. Almost.
“I try not to,” Desmond said with a light tone of amusement. He turned his hand around, palm against yours before he twined your fingers with his. He let out a hum of consideration, mouth twitched at one corner. It was the most display of emotion that you had seen from him in quite a while.
“I don’t think he appreciates that.”
“Yeah, probably not. But he can deal with it,” he quipped back just as easily. You reflectively sent him a smile and the tension eased out of his arm, hand going lax against yours. He was always so tense, so rigid, so prepared for the worst to come yet. You hoped that wasn’t the case - you’re not sure you could handle the rug being pulled out from beneath the both of you.
Desmond’s smile stilled at the sight of your frown and with another exhale he let go of your hand to grasp at the corner of his blanket to drape across your shoulders too. It meant that you had to draw closer towards him, not quite sprawled into his lap as you would have hoped for but at least hip to hip. Not even that was necessary. You just liked to reassure yourself that he was there.
You echoed his exhale, drew it out into a sigh. “How are you really, Desmond?” There was a slight twitch in his eyebrow at that, at the pronunciation of his name. His expression lacked confusion though which was more comforting than you had expected.
“Tired.” His posture wavered and you worried he’d pitch to the side but instead he just pulled you closer towards him, one leg draped across his and his shoulder almost awkwardly pressed against your sternum. It was usually a hesitant fumble between you two to find an appeasing position for the both of you and eventually he settled to wrap an arm around your waist and let you rest your head against his chest. “We aren’t … happy with how things have turned out here.”
You stiffened against him involuntarily. ‘We’. Desmond had a penchant of referring to all the memories and voices inside his head as a collective ‘we’. Rarely did he refer to himself in the singular tense. It was just fortunate that he had been referring to himself for the most part.
Desmond drew away from you - and despite your initial thought, it wasn’t to get a better look at your expression. He drew a couple pillows from the headboard, shot a load of dust through the air in the process and positioned it up behind himself. He tugged you down beside him as you dragged the blanket with you and made sure to toss it over his socked feet, tucked your knees closer towards your body and curled towards him. “Why? What’s wrong?”
Desmond let his hand rest along your head and began to casually thread his fingers through the strands. There was a frown present on his lips again, deep enough to pull the scar across his lip tight. There was a shadow of a beard on his jawline, dark against his skin. He looked so aged from this position. You wanted to ease his burden.
“Achilles had entrusted this house to him,” Desmond spoke up finally, something sharp and jagged in his voice. His hand had stopped all motion in your hair. “It was-,” a pause as he searched for the right word, a violent lurch of his eyebrow as he knitted it and a hot breath of air from his nose before he relented with, “Connor’s house. When I was in the Animus, I - as Connor - had helped repair it. We had built this place, the entire Homestead. It was made by my hands - to see it like this...” His voice trailed off into silence.
There was a vacant glaze to his eyes, a ripple of uncertainty and fractured lifetimes. Desmond may have been with you in the room and that may have been his heartbeat beneath his hand but he has left you alone all the same.
“Desmond.” It was on the fourth time that he turned to face you, a couple pronounced blinks to his gaze as he seemed to focus on you. You raised your hand from his shirt to his face, cupped his jaw and let your thumb rest along his cheek. “Desmond, what you and Connor built was … was amazing. It still is. It’s just a little run down, that’s all.”
“It’s forgotten.” The impact behind his words had you falter for a moment. He didn’t say anything after that but he waited all the same. You bit your lip, wondered how much time he would give you to think of how to respond to that, to the tone of his voice.
“This is more than just about the house, isn’t it?” you asked him. Desmond didn’t immediately respond but his eyes didn’t trail from your face, insistent on staring into yours as he processed it. He closed his eyes, lovely brown obscured by the dark of his eyelashes. His head settled deeper against the pillow.
“Connor lived and died in this house. His wife lived here with him until she left. She took the kids. Connor had nothing left. Nothing but an old rocking chair and this house. And now here it is in ruin.” You wondered then if he would cry, if this would be what finally broke him.
You had heard that he had been unhappy when Monteronigirri had perished to flame and blade, when little to no one had been spared. You wondered if the memory was buried somewhere deep inside him, if it settled there as an unscabbed open wound. If it pestered him day in and day out. Ezio had years to get over the tragedy, if he ever did. Desmond didn’t have the luxury. It was still a fresh ache to him. To reopen the wound with Connor and his unlucky end ...
“You remembered it,” you told him. “You’re here right now. Connor isn’t alone because .. he’s with you. You’re with him, and I’m with you. We’re all with you, Desmond. We’re not going anywhere without you.” You were firm to implant his name there, to affirm his hold on reality. You all had thought that if he relived Connor’s memories it would help soothe the Effect, that Desmond could go back to the life that he had before, that he could live unhindered and unburdened by it. Anything for it all to be easier for him.
“My Dad talked about Egypt,” there was a slight scoff to his voice. (I’m losing him.) “Why don’t we just go? I’m just holding you all back, this isn’t anything-”
“No.” You moved both hands to cup his face and he stared at you with impassive eyes. Desmond has not wanted much. He gave up a lot before, to get all of them to the end, to get them knowledge otherwise lost. He was willing to give it all up again with just a word. He would. “You’re keeping us all together, Desmond. We’re your pack, don’t you understand? Yours.” You leaned up to kiss him and your knee knocked against his before you settled your leg on the other side of his waist.
He didn’t respond at first, let you pepper his face with kisses. Gradually, he seemed to react, upturned his face to return the gesture, to press his lips against yours. His hands settled along your hips, thumbs pressed into the clothed skin there. Your mouth lingered a fair deal more but it was him who dragged his tongue across your lip, had you shudder in response.
You could feel him smile against your skin, felt the uneven skin of his scar catch on you when you allowed him at your throat. You could feel a pattern begin to emerge in the light rubs of his thumbs, something almost like dialect. His kisses were slow, languid and light, a butterfly touch if you had ever felt one. You let out a breathy sigh of his name and he paused then.
“Desmond?” you prompted him and sat back on your knees, a leap in your chest, worried that you had overstepped a line.
“Just thinking,” he promised, a few seconds too slow. There was an upturn to his mouth, an appreciative look in his eyes. His hands hovered along your hips though and you knew that there was no use pushing your luck.
Desmond would likely relent if you pushed him to have sex with you now, if you begged him with a breathy tone to let you take his knot but you also knew that his heart wouldn’t be in it. That he might not want it. You couldn’t push him like that, you didn’t have it within yourself to.
“You think enough for four people,” you said pointedly and made sure to throw in a grin for good measure. You threw your leg off of him, tried not to let your disappointment surface in your scent. He had your neck exposed to him, he had already likely caught your arousal and anticipation in it alone. You weren’t disappointed in him though, never him.
“Hm,” there was a lighter turn of his mouth then, something pleased and adoring in that gesture alone. Even though he just had his tongue in your mouth and his lips and fingers on your skin, it was his smile that made you flustered. Go figure. You averted your gaze, tried to ignore the wider spread of his lips. “Definitely smart enough for four men.”
You swatted your hand against his chest as you collapsed next to him, made sure to draw your legs tighter together before you tugged his arm down and settled down against it. “Definitely,” you relented. Desmond’s look was appreciative and genuine, fond to the very end. “Or at the very least ripped enough for them.” You reached out a hand to pat against his stomach and then there was the laugh that you missed so much.
At some point, Shaun had started a running joke about Desmond being pudgy. He had been in his youth, sure, but most children were. Being on the run and doing a bunch of parkour promised at least some muscles. You grinned wide enough for the both of you when he rolled onto his side, albeit with a little bit of struggle with his trapped arm beneath you.
“Thank you,” Desmond said after a moment. “For trying to help.” You shifted enough for him to draw his arm out and he flexed his fingers experimentally, a falter to his earlier cheer as he stared at his hand. The very hand that he had supposedly clasped onto the Eye.
“Of course.” You told him. You leaned forward to press another kiss against his lips, let it linger and rest against the swell of his mouth. He inhaled your exhale and let his lips move against yours, calm and pleasant. When he pulled back, it was a wonder you hadn’t confessed to loving him. It would have been terribly easy. But the truth of the matter was despite your fear and insecurities, you knew that you had nearly all the time in the world - and isolated in the Manor as your pack was, it very well could have been.
Suddenly, you knew, that if this was what the end of the world had been like, you’re fairly certain you wouldn’t have minded at all.
#assassin's creed#desmond miles#desmond miles x reader#x reader#reader insert#omegaverse#asscreed#assassins creed x reader#desmond miles scenario#assassins creed scenario#reader imagine#desmond miles imagine#female reader#omega reader#alpha desmond#ooc: // bro you can literally tell that I was off my rocker when I wrote this#ooc: // I'm actually going to finish this fr though#ooc: //I will never stop pining for Desmond Miles#ooc: // do i tag this as legal age though#ooc: // serious question
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An Altair/Malik/Desmond A/B/O prompt in canon AC1 storyline? (with exceptions, like Kadar can be saved, hopefully.)
So we’re going for a time-travel setup and we’ll start the plot after Desmond keeps Kadar alive after the disaster that was the Jerusalem mission.
This would give us a way for Malik and Desmond to meet because, when Malik became Dai, he recognized Kadar’s scent in one of the houses in the Poor District while he was getting the lay of the land, so to speak. Kadar is still injured and Desmond tells him it would be risky to move him right now so, instead, Malik starts visiting the house daily.
First, it was just to check up on Kadar.
But later on, he took an interest in the omega who saved Kadar but refused to show his face.
Not that it was anything strange. It was normal for those in Levant and its neighboring kingdom and settlements to have their omegas covered from head to toe. It was a sign that they were unmated and ‘pure’. Their clothes also serve to mask their scent although it could only block so much, especially when the omega goes in heat.
When Altaïr finally makes his way to Jerusalem, Desmond and Kadar are still in the house in the Poor District but Malik didn’t think of telling Altaïr about Kadar’s survival. Desmond told him that he heard the Crusaders say they had someone of high regard helping them in Masyaf (it was a way for him to point a finger at Al Mualim without saying his name) but Malik doesn’t trust anyone, especially Altaïr who is actually the top of his list of suspects.
To keep Desmond safe, they also covered Kadar in the same scent-blocking fabrics that omegas' use while he heals so no one would recognize his scent.
Altaïr goes to the Poor District not to find any information that he may be able to use for his mission but because there’s a scent in the air that just kept knocking his mind, not letting him have a moment’s rest.
He finally finds the source of the scent in a small house and comes face to face with an omega that…
Ran away from him as soon as he saw him.
Of course, this being Altaïr… he chases after the omega.
He does finally tackle the omega and they stumble inside one of the rooftop gardens. Their close proximity and their sweat magnified their scent and Altaïr realized how compatible their scents were.
And how intoxicating the omega’s scent was.
How to smelled like how Altaïr always felt like what home would feel like.
Unorganized Notes:
Both Altaïr and Malik are alphas, Kadar is a beta and Desmond is an omega.
Altaïr never cared about omega scents. He found most of them nauseatingly sweet (even if everyone else thinks they smell fine). Al Mualim thinks Altaïr’s mastery of the Eagle Vision makes him more sensitive to scents and that’s why an omega’s scent annoys him.
The only omega Altaïr could tolerate was Adha because they’re childhood friends so he got used to her scent early on.
Malik has no interest in having an omega spouse before Desmond. He always expected Kadar to continue the Al-Sayf line.
They don’t actually describe the scents as something tangible like cinnamon or citrus-y. The scent is more of a feeling that is unique to everyone.
Desmond smells like the concept of home to Altaïr and he can’t explain it any other way. Desmond smells like the first spring morning to Malik. Kadar thinks Desmond smells like freshly baked bread. (“Is that your way of saying you want to eat me?” “I don’t know. You just smell… warm, I guess?”)
Desmond loves Altaïr at this point but it’s up to Altaïr to make Desmond fall in love with him. Desmond didn’t really think Malik would be attracted to him.
Both Altaïr and Malik would court Desmond and it would definitely get heated… in more ways than one. They both have feelings for Desmond but their alpha-ness is making them compete for Desmond’s affection. A lot of dick-measuring will happen with Kadar having first row seat in the entire thing.
Malik is gentler in his approach. Courting gifts, quiet walks, peaceful tea parties. He knows the proper etiquette of how to court an omega and he’s definitely sticking to the rules. Desmond thinks he’s quite sweet and he may be enjoying being treated with such care for once (thanks for the issues, Bill)
Altaïr has the courting habits of an eagle and a cat rolled into one (so I guess a griffin?). Making sure no one bothers Desmond. Giving gifts that would never be considered as courting gifst like throwing knives and Desmond was pretty sure the pretty necklace he just got had been on the neck of a very annoying and cutthroat merchant. He also has no sense of personal space and Desmond is pretty sure Altaïr keeps sniffing at him. Altaïr does have a leg up because Desmond knows this is how Altaïr shows his feelings and he finds it sweet in its own strange way.
In the end, Kadar would be the one to suggest Desmond just take both Altaïr and Malik as his mates. It’s not… well… it doesn’t happen often because of all the Alpha posturing that would happen but he has complete confidence that his brother and Altaïr could make it work for Desmond’s sake.
Desmond also believes that since Altaïr and Malik did end up being close friends in the original timeline.
If you want to include Altaïr x Malik in this: their relationship is more of competitive alphas who enjoys winning against the other. This meant that Desmond tend to act as either their judge or the focus of their competition and Desmond reaps the reward while the two do all the work.
Since this is A/B/O, no one is sure who the father of Desmond’s children is. Desmond only agreed to get pregnant once the Apple gave enough information to make the whole ‘giving birth during the 12th century’ less deadly.
Altaïr usually has a level head but he tends to get carried away when Desmond is involved which meant Malik has to be the one to make sure the two don’t do anything stupid.
Altaïr likes to prepare for Desmond’s heats, making sure they have all they need. Malik takes care of making sure nothing will happen whenever Desmond does go in heat in terms of the operations of the Levantine Brotherhood.
They once tried having just one of them with Desmond during his heat but the one left outside was unbearable to work with so everyone just agreed that the two Alphas stay with their omegas and they’ll take care of everything.
#a/b/o#it would be easy to make this a full-on altdeskadmal just by making kadar an omega instead#maria’s an alpha#abbas definitely wanted desmond but that didn’t work out for him#no usual tags because#altdes#maldes#altdesmal
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Is that CHARLES MICHAEL DAVIS? No, that’s DESMOND ZARIAH “ZED” MILES. The 39 year old WIND MOON WEREBULL ALPHA MALE is a RANCH OWNER. If you ask their friends, they’re known to be PASSIONATE & AMBITIOUS, but beware, they’re also known to be DETERMINATE & FIERY. Their friends also say that they’re into EXHIBITIONISM & PRAISE but don’t you dare trying TICKLING & VORE with them.
Perfection is overrated.
Damascus Miles had a very clear idea in mind about what he wanted his son to be. Desmond would be a witch. A talented one at that. He’d grow into his power and become the best fit person to become head of the family once it was time for Damascus to step down.
Except… Desmond was six months old at the time and had yet to present any penchant for magic powers. But all of that would change in the next week when the horns started growing out of a very upset and crying baby. And out of the window went his plans of having a worthy heir in his first born. The relationship between father and son would become strained from that moment on with Desmond still as a child seeking the approval of his daddy. The man he saw as a hero and yet had very few memories of a true smile. If any.
Coming home with aced tests and good grades didn’t seem to be enough for Damascus who had found a new target for his expectations in Damon once he presented as witch. Desmond wasn’t mad. Wasn’t jealous. Sure he was hurt. He just… He just wanted his dad to give him a little more attention. Didn’t have to be as much as he was giving his baby brother. Just… a little more.
He would spend the following years trying to outdo himself in every possible way, just to get approval from the hardly impressed older witch. Good grades, team captain, main roles for extra credit, anything and everything in his academic life he’d try at least once to varying degrees of success. And yet, when graduation rolled around and he was offered a scholarship in business in NHU due to all that extra credit that spoke volumes to his dedication and commitment to a cause when he set his mind to it, his father didn’t even seem impressed. It was almost as if it was expected of Desmond to manage such a thing and get himself noticed by the NHU board.
And now we have Desmond Miles, trying to live up to the shadow that Damascus left behind in the University but incapable to do so for the simple fact that he couldn’t pursue the magical course. No matter how many lectures on the subject he sat through.
So he did what he should and excelled at the more “mundane” classes, classes more closely tied to his business majoring. And that should be enough, right? He was excelling. He was not falling behind and he was still attending every team practice. And yet… Nothing seemed to appease Damascus unbelievably high standards.
And so, in a desperate moment, he tried one last move.
Ivy League.
He didn’t really think that one through. He just… He needed to give himself that one last shot. And to this day he’s still amazed that he got into Columbia Business School. Luckily, the campus was less than a two hour drive so, while he did move out for the sake of convenience, he could still come to New Haven every other weekend and check on his brothers and a certain high school friend he had started to take a different interest in.
Damascus, however, didn’t even bat a lash at the thought of his first born going to study in one of the Ivy League schools for business. Not even the fact that they lived in a time where the mere fact that he was not a human would paint a huge target on his back.
But Desmond wouldn’t let that discourage him.
A new world full of possibilities had opened before him the moment he settled in his new dorm. New people, new friends. Classes. Team. Guys. Girls. He would be damned but he would have it all. And he would also hold himself accountable for that scholarship that had got him there to begin with.
The following years would be considered the worst and the best years of Desmond’s life. Well… Now that he was out of his father’s constant sphere of influence, his teammates started calling him Zed. And he didn’t really dislike the nickname. Zed would go on living the college experience at its fullest and when graduation rolled around and he returned to New Haven full time… He decided that he didn’t want to be in that town anymore. Suddenly, New Haven was too small for his ambitions and his thoughts. And suddenly, Damascus didn’t talk to him with pure scorn. But then again… Damon was starting on his path as a witch and a little actor and little, precious Dominic too had presented as witch. Maybe they would have better luck in receiving their father’s attention and affection. But there was no place in that household or coven for Zed. So he went out in the world, after a very unexpected proposal was presented to him.
He… Couldn’t say he loved his job. That would be too strong a word. But he was a reliable person that got things done and had a problem solving mentality that added great to their team. But for the last decade, Zed has made a point to being an essential member of his team, only coming to visit his family during the holidays.
Until he snapped.
He’s been to Milan. And then Paris. And now he was in Athenas. No, he was not on vacation. He was in a series of important meetings, negotiations, takeovers… And yet… He felt like he missed too much. Hell, he was in Greece, in fucking Athenas, and he hadn’t gone to visit the Parthenon. He hadn’t had coffee by the Eiffel Tower while he was in Paris. Sure, those small pleasures were never meant to be his. He was never meant to enjoy those simple things in life. But something about the Greek view had him snapping.
How long since the last time he actually spoke to Damon?
How long had it been since the last time he managed to play with Dominic? Hell, his baby brother was now a grown up man. And Zed had missed the opportunity to squish his cute cheeks to death. And all for what?
To live up to the expectations of a man that couldn’t even take him seriously?
Fucking David Gray respected him more than his own father. And David Gray didn’t have respect for no one!
He was pissed. He was frustrated. And he hasn’t had good sex in god knows how fucking long. And he was done with it all.
Well… It was a good thing that he spent the past decade working his ass off and saving money instead of living the dream bachelor life, full of alcohol and debauchery. So he could afford to put in his two week notice. He could afford to walk out of the negotiations. He could afford to stay in Greece for another week, just to recharge, enjoy the beaches and the breeze for the first time in forever.
Going back to New Haven, he knew that there would be hell to deal with from Damascus but… Suddenly… He didn’t care. All he could think about was the small ranch he had spent the previous three days negotiating.
Well, he would buy that one. That was a fact. He’s also been eyeing a horse… He had some investment. He had the funds. He could afford to have some horses. Even though they were expensive as fuck.
Ditching the suit and tie for cowboy boots and hat was one hell of a change for this city boy that just wanted daddy’s approval. But he wasn’t Desmond Miles any more.
He was Zed Miles.
And he would become his own person.
#character status: taken#second gender: alpha#species: werecreature#species: werebull#character name: desmond miles
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Idk if u mentioned it before, so apologies if u have, but what are some of ur favorite series from other VAs? (Yes you can say one even if you voiced someone in it lol)
Bastard Warrior, MoTH, and Space Pirate Saga by Good Boy Audios
Lullaby, Alpha Claw and Demon Hunter by Scythe Audio
Gatorboys and Merfolk Playlist by Obsidian Lantern
Alone With an Alien and Sleep Paralysis Demon Trilogy by Macalda Reye/Mother Macabre
Crew of Two by Aelswyth Audio
Castle of Blue Roses and Lost in the Inferno by Stephanie Swan Quills
J0yR1de.exe by Extrovert Ed
The Forlorn Hunter by WhatGiraffe
General Aulbrey Series by Kiyoko&Kanade
Castin Hammer Playlist by Desmond ASMR
Starline and Mindflayer by Gav VA
Wake the Dead by Dade Audio
There are more that'll come to me as I remember them I'm sure lmfao.
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Ignore this if this makes you uncomfortable. Although I'm not into a/b/o content, I've read some (including yours, lmao) works. I've read in some fanfics that in rare cases, some betas can get pregnant from alpha seed but unlike omega pregnancy, its just like normal human pregnancy and no nesting like that. Well what if that happened to alpha duo darling, for some miraculous reason- he gets pregnant, would the protectiveness be amp up? And would they even let him walk lol at least Desmond have a new sibling to play lmao
I imagine the constant flood of alpha semen, being fed like an omega, and being perpetually covered in alpha musk and pheromones could possibly allow a beta's body to get confused and even get preggo.
If it somehow happened to their darling they would dote on him constantly. Just constant love and affection. Probably not allowed to do anything alone.
They would probably be extremely protective. And he can forget about washing their scent off. After he gets out of the shower they will itch with anxiety until their darling is properly scented again.
#Anon ask#Yandere a/b/o#a/b/o dynamics#a/b/o#Yandere omegaverse#Omegaverse#Male yandere x male reader#Yandere x male reader#Yandere boyfriend#Yandere husbands#My OCs#My OC Ian#My OC Eli#male yandere
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Easter eggs for player's name (spoilers ahead if u wanna discover it urself!)
I'll be including the dialogues when you enter it as the name/nickname
-maleyanderecafe
"Clever, are we? Do you want a round of applause?"
"Well, then you should know how it ends..."
"Don't you?"
-C4, Candy, Lunar
"Haha, what a sick individual."
"Perhaps it's best not to act so innocent..."
"When you know what you are already."
-Alpha, P1
"You just wanted to be accepted into the world, didn't you?"
"To be friends with everyone just like in the stories..."
"But what happens when..."
"You finally break?"
-Beta, P2
"You just wanted to be loved, finally and forever..."
"But they never would have stayed with you otherwise."
"I mean it's not really your fault..."
"It's theirs."
-Scientist
"Kind of a strange name for a prodigy, wouldn't you say?"
"But the guilt you feel is pretty immense..."
"This is all your fault..."
"And it always has been."
-Gamma, P3
"Why do you always pretend to be the villain?"
"You try so very hard to be unlikable and yet..."
"Hahahaha..."
"When will you finally succeed in making sure everyone despises you?"
-Delta, P4
"It must be really sad all alone like that..."
"You want to forget, you really do but..."
"Well, you just know more than you ever should..."
"Maybe like the fact you're playing on a ___ system or something?"
"Haha...just kidding."
-Emil
"With a smile of gold to hide a darkened heart..."
"Doesn't it feel like it's in your nature?"
"First Impressions are everything."
-Thella
"What a noble person to tarnish."
"But then again, it's just as they say..."
"First impressions aren't everything."
-Ryan
Eris: Why would you ever want to be him?
Eris: How disgusting.
-Milo
Eris: That's your perfect creation.
Eris: Let's not tarnish him just yet, alright?
-Desmond
Eris: Why would you want a name like that?
Eris: He's simply too meddlesome for his own good.
-Seph
Eris: Oh dear, that won't work out at all...
Eris: He's only interested in monsters after all...
Eris: And not the kind that you are.
-Valli
Eris: She's a bit too much of a chatterbox, isn't she?
Eris: That's not really your style though...
-Holly
Eris: It's a bad idea.
Eris: She will have your head otherwise.
-Y/N
"What a dull an unremarkable name."
"That doesn't suit you at all."
-Bussy, Fart, Butt
"Hahaha!"
"Very clever!"
"Now watch this!"
game closes
-Dick, pussy, bitch, boobs
"Ah, a prankster, are we?"
"That's pretty funny, I have to say."
"But oh well."
game closes
-Espoir
"My, hello there. It's you. And everyone else."
"You know I heard that using a certain Ashy name might give different results."
"But that's just a simple rumor..."
"Who knows if it's true."
-Ally
"Oh? Ally? How curious."
"It's such an Amiiable name..."
"It's unfortunate you won't live up to it."
-Tsu, Tsumachi
"Oh? It's you."
"Sorry...there's not really any white hair boys in this game..."
"Haha...hope you're not too disappointed."
-Reiynm
"Oho. It's you."
"Such pretty drawings you make."
"I adore them so."
"I wonder just how pretty the thumbnail would be..."
"Haha...it's nothing. Let's continue."
-Lionel
"Ah, so I'm not the only one who is watching."
"I've been watching you for a while."
"So I hope you enjoy."
"Alright?"
-Cherry
"The one and only."
"Don't worry, I'm sure you'll end up in the attic at some point."
-Mari
"You know, I have something special for you."
"Deep inside of the code..."
"Let's check it out, shall we?"
-Veronica, Jason Dean, Heather
"A song hums in your brain."
"I was meant to be yours..."
"We were meant to be one..."
"Don't give up on me now..."
"Finish what we become..."
"How fitting."
-Strade
"Oh, it's you."
"Well, isn't that something..."
"You'll fit right in!"
-Vance
"Don't you wish you were held more?"
"Don't you wish that someone could hug you...?"
"Even if it drove them insane?"
"So desperately you will crawl to make someone love you..."
-Virgil
"Child of the stars. Child of the galaxies."
"You take on many forms, many shapes..."
"Stay with me, you tell them."
"Force them to stay if you can."
"They have no choice."
-Mychael
"Was it hard living in the forest alone?"
"Some terrifying being that wanted to be loved..."
"Well, don't worry. You'll be loved soon enough."
"By force or by..."
"Suggestion."
-Nick
"...You look awfully hungry."
"Should you get something to eat?"
"An arm or a leg...perhaps?"
-Momo
"A peach grown with a small child that comes out."
"A demon ritual made to get the love of your dreams."
"What will be the ending for this tale?"
-Toma
"A older figure to some, or a cage for others."
"You will be taken whether you like it or not."
"It's a promise."
-Cro
"It's weird... I feel like I remember you..."
"Somewhere in a train going down the line."
"You didn't let me leave."
"Did you?"
-Catsket, Dorian, Aeron
"...A god?"
"...No, the devil..."
"Bloodless Art, perhaps..."
"Remake him into your own."
-Cassanova
"Let's try not to get our hands too dirty."
"We can't eat him up just yet."
-Theo, Riese
"Oh my, you should be careful where you tread."
"I've heard vampires like to come about around here."
"Just be careful when you walk around baring your teeth."
-Ezra
"My, I've heard that you have experience..."
"Let's put that to good use."
"Let's hope it ends up well."
-Krow
"An omen of something to come."
"Be careful of what misfortune you bring."
-Fone
"Don't worry, I can hear you."
"You will be found soon."
"I promise."
-Jack
"A ghost of that who comforts."
"At least, that's what it seems
-Alan
"A song hums in your brain."
"Do you know the Hatchet Man?"
"The Hatchet man, the Hatchet man..."
"Do you know the Hatchet Man?"
"Who lives within the woods...."
"How fitting."
-Louie, Mica, Allar, Josh
"My what a colorful name."
"So pretty and yet unexpected."
"Well now, Valentine."
"Try not to eat his heart out."
-Ren, Redacted
"There's no need for you to try to be someone else."
"You will make them accept you and love you."
"He doesn't have a choice.
-Tenebris, Keith
"Of flowers and monsters."
Keith:
"Such a pretty person...and for what?"
"Being too jealous isn't a good look for anyone."
"Tenebris:
"Ah, be careful that your rage doesn't break them."
"It's unfortunate to destroy something before they're even made."
-Aster
"An angel. Someone who lives for you."
"Well, that might have been what you were suppose to be."
"But now it's time to find someone else to be able to fufill that role, hm?"
-Leumin
"It's raining, it's pouring~"
"Milo is snoring~"
"Hahaha..."
"Let's see if he'll enjoy this rainy weather we'll be putting on then..."
-Koolie
"Ha. Are you some sort of dog?"
"Ah, that's kind of funny..."
"Hopefully this doesn't turn out to be as tasteless as milk."
-Zecharias
"Just as memory serves right?"
"Sometimes you can't find your perfect muse..."
"You have to make them."
-Sal
"The evil white shark of the waters..."
"You just wanted to be loved right?"
"Well..."
"Don't we all?"
-Sol
"A name like the sun..."
"Or so they say."
"When you're simply the kid in the back..."
"Would anyone even notice?"
-Eli
"You were made to be loved, weren't you?"
"Sometimes though, you have to make sure you follow your directive."
"And you just have to do it yourself."
-Zachary, Simon, Seth
"This world isn't really that colorful..."
"At least thats what you think."
"Don't look at it through some colored gaze then, alright?"
-Bo, Dachabo
"You look like such an innocent puppy."
"But it's wrong isn't it?"
"You're more like a wolf who lusts for more."
-Liu
"Watch carefully through that door of yours."
"Your eyes darting about."
"You had always watched him from afar."
-Ashton
"Ah, did you jump from another game or something?"
"Don't forget your garden sheers."
"Maybe you might need them."
-Harper
"Ah, are you taking a break from camp?"
"Well hopefully, you find someone for you..."
"And try not to murder anyone, okay?"
-Morgan
"Hm? Are you a librarian or something?"
"Ah, sounds like a quiet job."
"Well, you can hear a lot of secrets, I'm sure."
-Riker
"Ah, so many different endings, so many different faces."
"Keep it together for your love, okay?"
"You're going to need him."
-Griffin
"Ah, like the bird, huh?"
"Did you guys meet on IndyCent or something?"
"Haha, I jest."
-Dameon, Stalker
"What a fluffy figure you have..."
"You must be good at following the things you like, don't you?"
"Well, let's track him down then..."
"Our Perfect Love"
-Nial
"A parasite bringing someone to death..."
"A blue enigma with a killing blow..."
"Let's hope you can keep him alive..."
"He's going to need it."
-Z
"Ah, a real demonic character, huh?"
"Have you taken interest in someone?"
"Let's keep them closer to you..."
"So they can never leave."
-Gold
"Ah? What a peculiar name."
"You wouldn't perhaps have someone who is in a coma, right?"
"Ahaha. It's just a jest."
-Klein
"How long did it take you to finally get what you pleased?"
"Behind that plastic cover..."
"You'll finally break free."
-Friend
"Ah, what a friendly name you have."
"Despite all that, it's quite ironic."
"After all, being friends with you is rather...unfortunate, isn't it?"
-Adam
"Ah, you have experience hurting others, don't you?"
"Says the one above..."
"I'm sure you will get what you deserve."
-Doc, Dre
"Do you like vengeance?"
"You probably do, don't you?"
"Then please..."
"Enjoy to your heart's content."
-Valk
"May you be watched and possessed..."
"Just as you deserve..."
"I hope it's to your liking."
-Melencholy
"Ah, I remember you. You do your best, don't you?"
"Carried us when we all needed it..."
"Please, let's have fun..."
"Creating our very own perfect love."
-Sox
"A perfect househusband or a perfect wife..."
"Maybe both, maybe neither..."
"Well, I'm sure that this will end with someone being taken care of."
"Whether you'd want it or not."
-Calem
"As I've heard, you really are something."
"You love it when someone watches you from above."
"Like a cat, ready to pounce."
-Meru
"The one of the stars, the one of love."
"I've heard them say you're quite the artist."
"Let's make him into a piece of art, shall we?"
-Techno
"Oh? What a curious name..."
"Like a small, little hamster..."
"Well, they do say that if someone dies next to a hamster..."
"They use their face as bedding."
"That's a fun fact, huh?"
-Madelyn
"I did promise something for you, didn't I?"
"Someone or something that's quite cute or cuddly..."
shows image of a cat
"Someone like this then, hm?"
"Haha. I did promise."
-Jablue
"Can you hear him hiding in the walls?"
"Watching...waiting..."
"There's always someone out there, you know..."
"Begging for your love."
-Bambi
"A deer in the headlights, watching so carefully."
"Will you enjoy the corruption that has been brought?"
"It's more fun when they fall by your hand, you know?"
-Song
"A monster in the making is just as fun..."
"Watch as he twists and turns into his new form..."
"Watch as he hatches into something that's just for you..."
-Flaine
"Ah, welcome back, boss!"
"The cheeriest of all, the one who speaks loudly..."
"May we corrupt the one we love the most..."
"Don't forget to finish your comic..."
-Quiet, Quietaxis
"Did I forget about you?"
"You seem familiar..."
"Like you'd be friends with a cute pink character."
image of kirby
"Kind of like that? I suppose?"
"Haha, that's cute."
-Stranger
"Surprising..."
"I didn't think you'd be here."
"The god of death themselves."
-Manly, Manlybadasshero
"Ah, so it's you. And everyone else."
"I've been wondering if you would pick this up."
"So hopefully you enjoy."
"It would be a shame if you didn't."
whew that's a lot lol
I'd separate the nickname one since there is a lot
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To the anon asking if there were other boyfriend ASMR/audio roleplay channels with plots at least on par with Redacted, you're in luck! I mostly listen to plot-driven stuff so here's my recommendations.
Good Boy Audios: He has multiple series, all of them take place in the same universe but in different settings. His romance is a lot more slower burn than something like Redacted but that's fine, because I like slow burn and the plots keep me hooked. I recommend Bastard Warrior and Space Pirate Saga.
Escaped Audios: Super cinematic channel with a very strong focus on storytelling. He has a good balance between adventure and romance, and his playlists perfectly blend the two in almost every series. All of of his series feel like living through a movie. I recommend The Neon Barbarian/Neon Wings if you like bittersweet romance/angst, and The New Jersey Rats if you prefer a more light-hearted romantic adventure.
ZSakuVA: Priest already mentioned him but he's great. He has tons of characters who each have their own playlist. Some of his characters occupy the same universe and share the same story, kind of like what Redacted does. I recommend listening to his Elias (mafia son) and Issac (boss) playlists back to back, they complete eachother's stories and I love the boyfriend stuff.
Desmond ASMR: He uploads on a really slow schedule but all of his videos are super long and well made, almost movie length sometimes. I love his voice and his characters, and there's always an element of adventure in his work. I recommend his arranged marriage series and his gladiator series.
Siren's Son: He's kind of like Redacted in that a lot of his work takes place in a shared universe and there's a mix of both plot-driven arcs as well as fluff/comfort/boyfriend roleplay arcs scattered throughout. His Westhaven series is one of my comfort series that I re-listen to over and over. Also, honorable mention to Obsidian Lantern. Siren's Son and him collab together on a series called Gator Boys set in SS's universe and it's great.
Scythe Audio: A super exciting channel. He has romance/boyfriend roleplay but he's more of a story and action focused channel (we love him for it). I love his fucked up monstrous and villainous characters. I've been obsessed with his V/Villain Saga for like two years now and it just keeps getting better. I also recommend his Werewolf action/horror series, The Alpha Claw Saga.
Nomad's Tales: He's been around a long time and has a huge body of work with really entertaining series. He's just now starting season two of his series Frosthaven so it's the perfect time to catch up! I also like his Yandere Knight playlist and A Theif's Tale (a modern romance/thriller).
Those are the best story driven boyfriend ASMR/audio roleplay channels I know of. If anyone has more recommendations I'd love to hear them.
- 🖤 Blackheart anon
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(usually don't respond to confessions and whatnot, but i will say that you should probably NOT support Siren's Son. He has made it very clear that he is anti-choice/pro-forced birth/anti-abortion/pro-life whatever you wanna call it. I wouldn't be giving youtube revenue money to someone that thinks half the human population doesn't deserve or have a right to bodily autonomy)
Receipts below the cut.
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my Desmond notes so far:
his eyes are amberish/light brown when in direct sunlight in AC1, but otherwise he has warm brown to void black eyes in all other lightings and games
speaking of, in ACB during some darker scenes, the glossy texture makes his eyes look blue or like they glow, but it's just a faulty render
despite being his model, he's looked the closest to Francisco Randez in AC3, but also the farthest thanks to the whitewashing :/
oh, and he has pale palms??? from AC1 to ACB he has pale palms, and it's most noticeable in AC1, but then Ubi took them away in ACR and AC3
he has his red belt since ACB!! it just shows up in AC3 more cus it's hanging off, but it's there
he has ALWAYS had a bit of a stubble, no matter the face model. ACR gave him an overgrown stubble beard, but he's never been clean shaven
his lip scar is longest on his bottom lip and chin. speaking of, ACR textures suck so bad you can barely tell it's there! boo!!
despite the bald head model, he has always had noticeably curly hair. AC3 appears to be straight due to the alpha textures over his head, but the graphic textures are still of curly hair
on that note, in AC1 he has a small curl of hair on the back of his neck and it's the cutest shit I've ever seen
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Sofia the First Season 2 in a Nutshell
Two Princesses and a Baby - 10/10
Amber wishes she wouldnt have to share her birthday with her twin James, so he gets magically turned into a toddler. Hijnks ensue. Another brilliant moment of character growth for Amber and showing how much she really cares for James, despite them being polar opposites.
The Enchanted Feast - 9/10
Miss Nettle returns disguised as a visiting sorceress in order to steal the amulet but Sofia is having none of that shit so she gets her critter army to stop Nettle. Also Snow White is here in properly the best media appearance she will ever get since Kingdom Hearts
The Flying Crown - 3/10
Sofia befriends the brooding jock Prince Hugo cos apparently she doesnt have a life. Look, I know you need to work with him to do your flying derby race, Sof, but dont bother with this Hunter expy.
Mom's The Word - 10/10
Its Sofia's first Mother's Day in the castle and she gets left out when her mother is spending more time with Amber and James. One of the show's core themes is teaching kids about blended families and Sofia struggling to adjust sharing her mother with her step siblings is very potent.
The Silent Knight - 4/10
Aunt Tilly falls for some NPC knight, when Cedric is right over there. Like show, if you were gonna ship any couple. I want sorceror failhusband and chaotic adventurer wife. Or hell, the drama teacher Miss Elodie for a gay option.
Enchanted Science Fair - 7/10
James, Amber, Vivian, Khaled and Desmond fight each over a science project but they all realise that Sofia is always right and they would all be dead without her.
King For A Day - 6/10
James tries being king to see what its like and yknow, this episode's hilarious to watch in hindsight cos its revealed James isnt even the heir to the throne lol
When You Wish Upon a Well - -4/10
Amber does something incredibly illegal but gets off the hook cos Sofia and their dad are enablers
Gizmo Gwen - 8/10
Aw cool, a castle maid who's also an inventor and engineer! What a wonderful addition to the ca-annnnd she's not gonna appear for the rest of the series, is she?
Sofia the Second - 10/10
Sofia learning about how to keep promises even if it means giving up something else? An evil Sofia clone who's a delightfully evil gremlin? Sign me the fuck up!
Mystic Meadows - 8/10
Sofia's girl scout group goes to a wizard retirement home where Cedric's parents live and she helps Cedric win his dad's approval and stop his micromanaging bs. Also, Hell canonically exists in Sofia the First and that fact alone is both disturbing and hilarious
Princesses to the Rescue! - 9/10
James and his friend Jin get captured by a discount Tai Lung and their dads end up being captured too cos theyre that stupid. So its up to Sofia, Jun and Amber to save the day. Also Mulan is here and its a nice touch they gave her the armour she worn throughout most of her original movie.
Ghostly Gala - 7/10
On Halloween, Sofia befriends the undead and convinces everyone in the castle that they're not seeing things, honest. Seriously, this girl could befriend Eldritch monsters and convince everyone that they're chill.
The Emerald Key - 10/10
A Hawaiian princess has lost a precious heirloom and washes up on the shores of Enchancia, calling for help. Another Hawaiian princess shows up, declaring shes the real deal. The Enchanican royal family immediately decide the best way to tell these two indigenous princesses apart is to get them to partake in white royal etiquette and activities and automatically assume the one doing the best at all of them is the real princess. Sofia realises that the imposter is always the whitewashed one.
Scrambled Pets - 5/10
Pet hijinks: the episode
The Princess Stays in the Picture - 3/10
Man, after Amber became a good person, the writers really doubled down on making her friend Hildegarde the new alpha bitch. Supposedly this was the episode to humanise her but honestly after watching this whole series, she really hasnt improved since this episode so it feels like lightning in a bottle we will never get again. The highlight was definitely Sofia yelling at Hildegarde's constant know it all attitude.
Baileywhoops - 8/10
Finally, Baileywick gets a good episode. I love the idea that Baileywick is such a good steward that EVERY OTHER STEWARD IN EVERY KINGDOM WANTS TO BE HIM OR WANTS HIS JOB. He's like the Alfred of this show.
The Curse of Princess Ivy - 10/10
Amber steals Sofia's amulet out of jealousy, unleashes an evil princess by mistake and now all hell's broken loose. Sofia really rakes Amber over the coals in this special and its glorious. Again, another episode that develops Amber as a character and its great to see the message of earning forgiveness and actually putting the effort in to change, instead of putting pressure on the victim to just enable their abuser's behaviour. Rapunzel's there as well with a banger song.
Winter's Gift - 8/10
Sofia meets a fawn named Autumn, who freezes everything she touchs and she fucking hates it. (Hmm, wonder why Elsa or Anna didnt show up in this ep?) However, Autumn fears the witch who gave her the powers in the first place won't do it cos she hasnt got her a nice enough gift in return. Turns out the witch is super nice, actually.
The Leafsong Festival - -8/10
Clover's dragon friend Crackle gives up her fire powers so she can be in a talent show but she has to get it back or THE ENTIRE KINGDOM WILL FREEZE TO DEATH AND APPARENTLY A SMALL DRAGON CAN MELT A KINGDOM'S SIZED COAT OF ICE.
Substitute Cedric - 10/10
Cedric begrudgingly decides to be substitute at Sofia's school for a day but turns out he really enjoys teaching and helps the kids practice magic on some wizard bullies. Cedric becoming more of a cool uncle is the best. Also, Sofia yelling the phrase "prank day is over!" to the wizard bullies as a war cry is really badass.
Clover Time - 4/10
Clover acts like a shitty roommate to Sofia, which is weird cos I thought Clover already lived with Sofia. Yknow, him being her pet and all.
In a Tizzy - -5/10
Ruby gets her own fairy godmother to help her build a cart and practice for a go-cart race. Thats neat! And yet, this all could've been solved if Ruby's mum was in the episode
A Tale of Two Teams - 6/10
I love how despite being a royal for like a year now, Sofia always chooses her old friends whenever she can. Neat how this is the episode where Jade actually needs glasses as her vision is causing her problems during kickoff. Amber also learns to manage and be a good coach. Man, the writers really put their all into giving Amber little intricacies with her character and James has...knight stuff
The Littlest Princess - 7/10
Sofia befriends a group of freeloading spirites who cause havoc in the castle and has to find a way to convince them to leave since that's the only way to get rid of them. I like how Sofia's flaw of being too trusting to everyone she meets causes trouble and Miranda gets to shine as being the best parent/role model in Sofia's life.
Buttercup Amber - 10/10
For some reason, Amber joins Sofia's girl scout camping trip and unlike the last experience with Baileywick, this one is actually fun. Seriously, Amber brought her entire wardrobe of dresses to camp and the girls inspire her to create a huge tent out of them. Nice to see Amber has changed a lot since Season 1 already.
Carol of the Arrow - -8/10
Ah yes, I love watching Sofia the First talking about anti-royalism, despite being set in a world where the royals are super friendly and interventionalist, there is no classism between the royals and commoners and that colonialisation doesnt exist. And yet we have a non-furry Robin Hood trying to help the common folk and Sofia's standing there like 'oh she's my fave celeb i cant be a royal!! i'll pretend to be a commoner again so i can show her royals can do something' but SHE'S GOT NO REASON TO HIDE HER IDENTITY COS SHE'S A FAMOUS PRINCESS AND ISNT EVEN HIDING HER NAME AND APPARENTLY FEM ROBIN HOOD FINDS OUT ABOUT HER AND REALISES OH HEY MAYBE ROYALS ARENT LAZY GOOD FOR NOTHINGS AFTER ALL. WASNT THERE A SCENE FROM TWO EPISODES AGO WHERE THE ROYAL FAMILY WAS GIVING AWAY FREE GIFTS TO ALL THE PEASANT CHILDREN IN ENCHANCIA. WHERE DID SHE GET THIS PRECONCEPTION FROM? ASPFSCEVRH WHAT IS GOING ON??!
Sidekick Clio - 3/10
Hildegarde acts like an abusive bitch to her friend Clio but instead of Clio leaving her and finding a new group of friends, she forgives Hildegarde after one apology. Oh and before you ask, Hildegarde doesnt retain her lesson from this in later episodes. I feel so sorry for Clio. Especially since she has a lot of fun potential as a side character.
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Happy 28th!
Here are all the amazing fics I read this month.
As always all my love goes out to every single author in this fandom who shares their work with us ♥
Stranger Than Larry Fiction | Larrysmomfics | [90k]
It's been twelve years since Harry met Louis on TXF, became best mates with him, eventually falling head over heels in love with him. Six years post One Direction deciding to go on hiatus and now everyone is doing their own thing. All the boys have solo careers, some are touring, and with their busy lives in play, Harry and Louis have sort of grown apart. Harry's been filling the Louis void by devouring Larry fanfics, giving himself a chance to love Louis from afar in his own way. So far it's worked for him and he's content with his love of Louis being of the unrequited variety.
That all changes, however, when Harry reads a particularly emotional and classic fic in the fandom, and he simply can't help but call Louis despite his sobs to tell him all about it, inadvertently sending Louis down the Larry fic rabbit hole as well.
OR
A canon-divergent AU where Louis and Harry read Larry Stylinson fanfiction.
Unrequited | babyhoneyhslt | [143k]
Omega Prince Harry of England has been engaged to Prince Louis of France ever since he was a young boy. Having met him at four and forming a bond, Harry is upset to find that Louis no longer treats him like a friend, instead treating him coldly.
However, Louis has his own dark secrets and Harry doesn’t know just how many dangers linger in French Court.
The Silver Dagger | babyhoneyhslt | [31k]
After nearly being kidnapped by Prince Ben of Denmark, Queen Anne and King Desmond search for a safe place for Prince Harry to stay until they find him a suitor he likes.
They choose the place no one would think to look for a prince, a pirate ship. Captain Louis Tomlinson is a privateer as well as a pirate, and is loyal to the crown, and so he vows to protect Harry to the best of his ability.
With Harry kept safe on board The Silver Dagger, his parents work to find an array of suitors, but he just might find he wants someone else.
On That Note | allwaswell16 | [6k]
Louis’ office job on an omega only floor would be absolutely fine, if not for the alphas he and his friends have to deal with in the building. But although they’ve never met face to face, the friendly notes sent between him and Harry in Purchasing help him get through the day.
Blue Moon | ishiplouis | [20k]
What happens when Louis moves away from the busy city life to a small village in the middle of nowhere and meets Harry, the sweetest and most understanding Alpha?
Will Harry be able to get Louis' walls down? Will he be able to adjust to the slower pace of life in the village and open up to Harry's love? As they navigate their new relationship, will they be able to overcome the obstacles from Louis’ past?
Wind beneath my wings | lunarheslwt | [91k]
“You shouldn’t be here,” Harry gritted out, wild-eyed. “You should be scared of me.”
Louis opened his mouth to speak, to cut him off, to disagree, but Harry was pushing. “I could hurt you.”
“You won’t hurt me,” Louis said, simple and assuredly. Calm.
“I’m capable of hurting you.”
“But you won’t. That’s not who you are, Harry. I trust you,” Louis whispered.
As an omega carer that works at a rescue and rehabilitation centre for feral alphas and omegas, Louis has experienced all sides of ferality. So Harry- a cold, near mute, non-receptive alpha- was a challenging case for everyone at Phoenix Rehab Centre. Louis wasn’t expecting to feel drawn towards an aloof Harry, or to form a slow bond with him. He certainly was not expecting for his entire life to change in unforeseen ways.
'cause I want you (for the worse and for the better) | nonsensedarling | [26k]
When Louis gets invited along to Anne's wedding, Harry is prepared to let people think whatever they want about their relationship. That's what Louis said -- let people think whatever they want. That changes when Louis sees his ex, who turns out to be Anne's future husband's son. Now, Louis wants to prove that he's an omega that an alpha could want, and Harry wants to get through this weekend without letting his best friend figure out he's in love with him.
We Don't Need No Piece of Paper (From the City Clerk) | 2tiedships2 | [26k]
Harry sat on his bed and stared at the pile of luggage by the door. This was really happening. He was being shipped off to America to get married.
In a matter of months, he would be bonded to an alpha his father had chosen for him. Someone that Harry knew nothing about. Not even his name.
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Hey beastie, im sorry if you’re too swamped with requests but i had this remembrance of a fic from way back when. I think it was a oneshot but essentially it was Desmond returning back in time after touching the eye but it was to an alternate timeline/universe where it’s ABO but his biology is still standard with no second gender. Just curious on ur take and how you can spin this with his ancestors-thank you!
(I’m still swamped by requests/asks/reblogs but I’m slowly making a dent on it. As long as you guys don’t mind that there’s like… a month-ish delay for your asks/reblogs to be answered then feel free to keep sending me asks or reblogging/commenting on my posts with your idea and additions :))
I have not read that kind of A/B/O story but let’s see how we can make… Desmond suffer (affectionately).
So let’s set up some backstory first: Desmond’s world does not have the biological markers of A/B/O. This can either mean (1) Desmond didn’t time travel, he was kicked into an alternate universe where this world has A/B/O so Desmond has no idea about it or (2) by the 21st century, A/B/O markings have already been ‘wiped out’ by the passage of time and the ‘evolution’ of mankind (that may or may not be part of the Isus’ calculations) so Desmond has ideas about it but doesn’t necessarily understand it.
Backstory (1) would give us a way to explain to the readers how A/B/O works in this world using Desmond’s lack of knowledge as our basis as well as give Desmond a lot of scenes of just being confused or forgetting about it. Backstory (2) would give Desmond a bit of a break as he’d have an idea of what the hell is happening all around him.
Regardless of whichever backstory we use, we will of course make Altaïr, Ezio and Ratonhnhaké:ton ‘alphas’ in this one.
Alright, let’s see how we can screw Desmond up with each of them XD (warning… this also talks about their sex life… a bit)
AltDes:
So, first of all, Altaïr and Malik are alphas and Kadar is either a beta or an omega. Abbas is also an alpha (although it would be funny to make him a beta) and Al Mualim is also an alpha. The main idea is, the further Desmond goes back in time, the more alphas and omega there are.
Desmond would confuse Altaïr a lot because he doesn’t feel the urge to be aggressive around Desmond for not bowing down to him that he would get when he’s around other alphas but Desmond isn’t submissive like an omega or deferring to him like a beta. Desmond treats him like an equal without acting like he needs to show he’s better than Altaïr which has always been his problem with other Alphas (even Al Mualim make Altaïr’s alpha instincts want to show dominance).
However, Desmond also smells… really, really nice. Altaïr can’t describe it and the only explanation he can give is that Desmond smells like ‘home’.
Desmond, on the other hand, has no idea what the hell Altaïr is talking about concerning scenting and such because Desmond doesn’t smell anything funny. Even when he tries to smell Altaïr (which both confuses and also arouses Altaïr), all he can smell is the oil he used for his hidden blade, the smell of his robes and Altaïr’s own scent which just… smells fine? Like… it’s okay?
Altaïr falls for Desmond because of Desmond’s dismissal to the hierarchy that has long ruled over their second gender and finds himself attracted to Desmond’s personality. He falls in love because Desmond is his equal and there is no need for either of them to even try to take the other down to be the one on top.
Although, this is one where Altaïr usually tops, mainly because Desmond knew he prefers it. Desmond is also the only person Altaïr is willing to bottom for.
EziDes:
Ezio would actually assume Desmond is a beta that is using a scent blocker for a while.
He would only realize that Desmond isn’t a beta because of Desmond does his own thing and just raises an eyebrow whenever Ezio tries to use his ‘alpha voice’ to get Desmond to try and cooperate with him.
Ezio would be the one who would have the hardest time with his feelings for Desmond because he was raised with the idea that alphas must mate with omegas (something that this world’s church advocates for and the Auditores were raised with those ideas) and he wants the kind of alpha-omega marriage his parents had (if you want more drama, ‘enter Lorenzo’ to make Ezio question just how 'perfect' his parents' marriage was XD).
After Ezio learns that Desmond is the one Minerva is talking about, he gets this idea that Desmond has no secondary gender because he’s a divine being. This gets more complicated when they learn that Isus don’t have secondary genders as well (and that the Isus made humans with secondary genders to make it easier to control them but they only made betas and omegas, the first alpha was Eve who ‘transformed’ when she became a hybrid). It's after Ezio learned of Desmond's connection to the 'Isus' (sorta) that Ezio realizes why Desmond smells like 'hope' to him.
Ezio finally gets his head out of the sand after Desmond confesses to him that he loves him and Ezio realizes that he doesn’t want an alpha-omega marriage anymore. All he wants is a future with Desmond by his side.
These two are the ones that tend to switch a lot. Even as an alpha, Ezio is game with anything as long as it’s fun and pleasurable. He’s more of a power bottom though because he can’t help it.
ConDes:
Ratonhnhaké:ton actually thought that Desmond not having a secondary gender is a quirk that happens with the colonizers. It’s only when he sees that the other colonizers think Desmond is weird that he realizes that Desmond is an ‘anomaly’.
He doesn’t care about it though because Desmond has been a loyal friend since they met and, sure, he knows Desmond isn’t saying everything but he trusts him.
Ratonhnhaké:ton is actually the most relaxed with Desmond because he doesn’t feel the urge to dominate that is common with alphas. It’s just… peaceful. And that's what Desmond smells like to him: 'peace'.
This is more of the side of friend to lovers kind of deal with both of them not realizing that they’re falling in love with one another until they’re in too deep.
Ratonhnhaké:ton would also be the one to have the least amount of angst about Desmond’s lack of a secondary gender as he believes in the actions people make, not of what they’re supposed to be.
Desmond honestly forgets about the whole secondary gender thing the most in this one because Ratonhnhaké:ton doesn’t try to flaunt it or anything. He thinks a lot of alphas are just dicks, forgetting that it’s encoded in their genes to want to be the dominant one even in normal conversations. The way some of the alphas do try to do it? Yeah, that’s just them being dicks, has nothing to do with being an alpha.
Haytham thinks that their relationship is strange though and might even think it’s because of how Ratonhnhaké:ton was raised (although both Ratonhnhaké:ton and Desmond aren’t sure if Haytham is insulting Ratonhnhaké:ton’s village or Achilles?) but he tries to be polite to Desmond when he and Ratonhnhaké:ton are working together.
Desmond gets into Haytham’s nerves a lot, mainly because Desmond is doing it on purpose because he knows Ratonhnhaké:ton’s feelings for Haytham (and that childhood desire to have a father) stops him from saying what Haytham needs to hear.
The Homestead doesn’t care about how strange Desmond and Ratonhnhaké:ton’s relationship is as all they care about is that the two are happy (plus the two of them helped everyone one way or another so they know they’re good people)
Ratonhnhaké:ton has never thought about bottoming before but he wants to try it for Desmond. It just takes a bit of a time for him to ready his ‘heart’ though.
Sorta dark addition:
So there’s this thing called ‘bitching’ which is mainly used to make an alpha into an omega and it’s usually in the realms of noncon or really questionable dubcon. I’m just thinking if it’s possible to make Desmond who has no secondary gender into an omega by ‘bitching’ him? Probably not because his body doesn’t have any marks of a secondary gender (unless…) so maybe the help of a POE would be needed as well (like the Shroud that we know deal with the physical body). Of course, this is a slippery slope that can either make this idea quite dark (and, ngl, it would work well with a dark!Altaïr who wants to have a family with Desmond) or this has to have Desmond’s full consent first and the main idea isn’t that Desmond wants to be an omega to preserve the hierarchy or order of things or whatever but because they want to have a child of their own. Of course, the bitching doesn’t have to happen to Desmond in this route… XD
#a/b/o au with desmond not having any secondary gender#I honestly can’t see kaniehtí:io as an omega#no usual tags because#altdes#ezides#condes#a/b/o#a/b/o au#a/b/o dynamics#a/b/o verse#omegaverse
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What about ABO Assassin's Creed with Alpha!Ezio and Omega!Desmond? With a tiny hint of cumflation and a heap of breeding kink? 🥰
I didn't really play the games with those protags in them, so I didn't choose this prompt. However, I do love those kinks and would love if anyone else wants to write this prompt or discuss it here on my blog!
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News and Headlines: 3/13/2024.
In The News Today:
Suspect in LSU student attack claims victim’s romantic history ‘crucial’ to defense
Kaivon Washington(L) Everette Lee(C) and Casen Carver(R) have been arrested for the alleged rape of Madi Brooks together with Desmond Carter, 17 (not pictured) (East Baton Rouge Sheriff’s Office; LSU Alpha Phi/Facebook)
But the latest filing didn’t sit well with Brooks’ family’s lawyer, Kerry…
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Tuesday Teaser
Thank you @rockstarlwt28 for the tag!
This is for my @1daboficfest fic 😍
They begin to make their way to Dover, and Harry becomes very aware that Captain Tomlinson doesn’t know they are coming, and that he might not even agree to keep him onboard.
What will happen to him then? Maybe he’ll be sent to one of the residences his parents own.
“Everything will be fine son,” Desmond says to him, sensing his nerves. Harry gives him a tight lipped smile before turning to look out the window again.
They arrive at Dover two hours later, and Harry sees multiple wooden ships with the English flag, and he sees one ship with an English flag and a skull and crossbones flag. He wonders whether Captain Tomlinson has that one. The palms of his hands begin to feel clammy as he steps out of the carriage. He looks out to the sea, if Captain Tomlinson agrees, he will be sailing off into that unknown.
He follows his parents as they walk down the sand, the boots on Harry’s feet keeping the grains from annoying him. They walk to the ship with the two flags, and Harry stands behind his parents. An Alpha walks down the ramp, bowing to them. Harry sees the Alpha has bright blue eyes, his brown hair styled across his forehead, looking like it’s not kept tidy but he suits the look.
“Your Majesties. What may I do for you?” He straightens up. “My, my, is my eyes deceiving me or is that Prince Harry I see?”
Tagging but no pressure: @enchantedlandcoffee @larrysballetslippers
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What would the yandere alpha's do when they get a call saying their omega darling is going into labor?
Well the reader is actually a beta they just treat as an omega, but if he did somehow get pregnant I imagine they would be there with him, they barely leave him alone as is, so I think the chance of having a moment to himself once he is showing is a solid 0.00 percent.
But when the time comes they would go a bit nuts before collecting themselves and clamoring to get everyone in the car before speedily taking you to the hospital.
I imagine one of them would growl at a nurse or doctor as they touch you and probably have to be sprayed with some product to calm over protective alphas when their mates are in delivery.
The other one would stay with Desmond in the waiting room, though they would swap frequently.
#anon ask#yandere a/b/o#yandere omegaverse#omegaverse#yandere alpha#alpha x male reader#alpha husbands#alpha boyfriends#yandere x male reader#My OCs#My OC Ian#My OC Eli#yandere scenarios#yandere headcanons
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Take Aim
by PennieWorth
Prince Harry has dreamt of the same Omega for 8 years. Every night he tries to gain distance between them so he can look upon their face, and stop his cries...until....
Can Harry save him?
Words: 2588, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English
Fandoms: One Direction (Band)
Rating: Explicit
Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings
Categories: M/M
Characters: Harry Styles, Louis Tomlinson, desmond styles, Original Female Character(s), Original Male Character(s)
Relationships: Harry Styles/Louis Tomlinson
Additional Tags: Prince Harry Styles, Prince Louis Tomlinson, Larry Stylinson Is Real, Slow Burn, Inaccurate Ancient Greek Religion & Lore, Alternate Universe - Soulmates, Evil, Religion, Abuse, Past Abuse, Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics
via AO3 works tagged 'Harry Styles/Louis Tomlinson' https://ift.tt/tIWuoNA
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