Night in Monteriggioni

Summary: Based off of an email in ACB from Shaun bc I'm sad and I miss Shaundes </3

Pairing: Desmond Miles/Shaun Hastings

Characters: Desmond Miles, Shaun Hastings, Rebecca Crane, Lucy Stillman

Note: this probably has mistakes bc it's 3 am so shhh

The Animus shield flickered open, Desmond reaching towards his face when sitting up from the cushioned time machine. Lucy chimed out, "Welcome back Desmond!" Desmond stood and shook his nerves out from the previous Ezio session, stress still lingered on his mind from Ezio's own stress due to Claudia's close call at the Rosa in Fiore. Desmond stretched and rubbed his hands against his arms, trying to fight against the cold Sanctuary they camped out in.

Shaun typed away at his laptop, sleep was absent from his schedule recently. The assassin's losing contact all around the world didn't sit well with the crew. Especially in the cold quiet cave below the Villa Auditore. Desmond approached Altaïr's statue, mind still foggy with Ezio's memories with the sudden wave of mystery and curiosity. He hadn't checked his emails in a while and it had been a while since he actually touched a piece of technology other than the Animus. Crossbows and swords weren't his thing.

When he typed in his password, his inbox pulled up and a message thread between the four of them from Shaun;

"Colleagues,

We have been cooped up in this dungeon for ages. I feel it's best for both our sanity and productivity if we go into town tonight and enjoy the local colour.

A bit of wine and maybe some music.

S."

Desmond started typing, intrigued by the mention of drink and the escape from the musty cave. He responded quickly with a, 'Yes and thank you' to get the point through. Shaun turned to the other three surrounding him, "It's almost 5. So it's now or never and I'm not sure how much longer I can sit in this scummy hole of a sanctuary." Desmond crossed his arms, "It used to be a lot nicer. Trust me." Shaun rolled his eyes and gathered himself, his body aching from his hunched stature. Lucy stood as well, shutting off her laptop, "I agree. Desmond, are you experiencing any visions or drowsiness right now?" Desmond shook his head, half lying. He was exhausted of course but the bleeding effect had become so present it seemed like a normality.

Rebecca cracked her knuckles and stretched when approaching the other three, "I'm ready, let's head out!" They all made their way up the Sanctuary's never-ending staircase, all collectively stretching out a long breath from the fresh air. The sky was prickled with stars and a slow moon as they all traveled to the streets of the town.

The bar they reached was a relatively unpopular bar, hoping to keep some sort of low profile while enjoying themselves. They all agreed beforehand to just keep their ear pieces in and leave their altered phones in the Villa. Desmond ordered their drinks, cute little wine glasses with garnishes matching all their tastes. Lucy and Rebecca stayed to their conversations, mostly about tech savvy things and certain serious topics for when they returned home. Shaun and Desmond dipped silently at the other half of the bar. Desmond questioned if he was even awake, his body stiff and mind wandering off again. Shaun snapped his fingers, "Des, don't fall asleep at the bar. You're going to get us kicked out." Desmond shook his head as he smirked and sipped more of his wine. He couldn't get his mind off of how much had happened in the past weeks, he still couldn't believe it. He was relieved to have such great people surrounding him and supporting him.

Still he felt trapped within a simulation.

Shaun finished his wine first, again. Desmond wasn't surprised, keeping up with those databases and monitoring Ezio's memories became so time consuming. The Brit bit down on his orange slice garnish, finishing it in one bite and looked to Desmond, "I'm put off by how slowly you're drinking. Are you sure you're okay?" Desmond nodded hesitantly grabbing his glass again and downing the rest with a squint in his eyes, "I'll be fine after a few more." Shaun raised an eyebrow and ordered two more glasses, shorter this time to refrain from overdoing it.

Desmond's glass slammed down onto the wooden bar, trying to freshen his mind. 'What will Ezio do next?' 'Claudia got initiated quickly.' 'Fuck Cesare, he's a dick.' Shaun noticed his odd silence again until he noticed the music kicking up into something they all knew, Fooled Around and Fell in Love was a classic road trip song they'd click on during their drive from Florence to Monteriggioni. The slow rhythm got them all in this sweet slow vibe they all enjoyed. Rebecca rushed to the dancing area, joining a few other people that lingered in the bar. Lucy followed Rebecca and swirled around her, tipsily rocking her head and shoulders to the music. Desmond smiled as the familiar tune played and the girls dancing made him smile a little wider, but what was to happen next confused him.

Shaun stood and held out his hand to Desmond, his bar stool swung around away from the bar. Desmond placed his hand slowly into Shaun's. The redhead shook his head and threw himself and Desmond to the dance floor, lost in the small crowd as the lyrics played back in their heads. Desmond wasn't sure what to do, Shaun took the lead by grasping his hands around Desmond's to forcefully place them onto his hips and then quickly resting them around Desmond's neck. Desmond smiled and rose tinted his cheeks, the undertone of the dance lights highlighting his features, "Are you drunk?" Desmond asked within the space between them, loud enough so they could hear each other. Shaun laughed and squeezed closer as they shuffled their feet to the slowness of the music, "Are you? You haven't retracted from my presence yet." Desmond smiled, his scar so visible within this light, "Well I like this song and you so it's a win-win I suppose." Shaun routinely rolled his eyes at the ditsy man.

Desmond sighed as the music flowed through the atmosphere. He pressed his forehead against Shaun's, leaning into his body while he hooked his hands around Shaun's hips. He let himself disappear within the music, Shaun, and the bar's aura. Shaun raised his hands from the lower of Desmonds neck to underneath his ears and pulled him in for their soft kiss. Desmond leaned into it without hesitation or resistance, naturally fitting his shape to Shaun's. Shaun smiled into the press of Desmond's lips. Desmond made sure to thank Shaun later for pushing the group to get out and enjoy their night.

The song faded out as Desmond pulled away from Shaun, his hands still hooked onto him, refusing to release. Rebecca and Lucy approached snickering playfully at their loving display, "I think we should be heading back. Can't be out for too long." Lucy noted, pushing her blonde hair back after it fell out of her bun from their relaxing night. Shaun released his grip on Desmond and dug in his pocket for a couple euros and slid them to the bartender before they exited.

The night sky had become painted with more stars and the moon was higher, the view back made the groups night complete. Desmond couldn't help but cling on to Shaun while they walked back. For balance of course.

CRINGE SHIT ALERT! ARCADE IS WRITING SHAUNDES IN 2023!!

Fic inspirata dalla canzone Tango di Tananai

Dal testo:

"- I sentimenti o l'amore più in generale sono il più spaventoso dei salti della fede. Ed io non ho avuto il coraggio di lanciarmi. Lo faccio adesso, nel buio di questa caverna, con il peso del mio destino che mi preme sul collo. -"

screaming and crying and writhing in the horrors cause I thought ShaunDes would be a fun ship 'cause of Shaun's stupid banter in ACIII

BUT THEN FANFICS CONFRONT ME WITH THE MOST HEARTBREAKING FUCKING SPOILERS AND I JUST HAVE TO LIVE WITH THAT

Just a random late-evening thought: Haytham Kenway popping up like genie from the bottle somewhere during ACIII. And ends up strongarming himelf into control of our merry little group of Assassins. That's a Grandmater of Templars vs Grandmaster of Assassins standoff of epic proportions and Rebecca, Shawn and Desmond have front row seats for it. That and the view of Desmond being near visibly torn between finding what Haytham does hot and living Connor's mortification

Rebecca records everything from different angles using strategically placed hidden cameras ("Pending title: Worst Dads Standoff" "I can think of a lot more people who are worse than them." "Well, if you find any of them, they're welcome to join too, Shaun.")

There's no popcorn but the entertainment is top notch and they raided Shaun's secret chocolate stash to complement their already sugary sodas.

(While Haytham and William are arguing)

Desmond: Is it weird that I'm starting to think Haytham is hot?

Shaun: It's possible you find him hot because he's arguing with Bill and the sight of your father getting angry and losing control makes you happy which, in turn, makes you associate that happiness with Haytham Kenway.

Desmond: Huh.

Rebecca: Or you just wanna fuck him 'cause you know Bill would definitely not like that.

Desmond: (points at Rebecca) She's got a point there.

Shaun: (incoherent offended spluttering) thatswhatijustsaid!

Desmond: I feel like I'm betraying Connor.

Rebecca: Eh. It's like you wanting to fuck your best friend's dad. You feel guilty of wanting to fuck your best friend's dad.

Desmond: True. That would be awkward.

(silence)

Rebecca: But one blowjob should be allowed.

Desmond: Absolutely. Connor will forgive one blowjob.

Shaun: Desmond, I'm begging you, if you're going to give a Templar Grandmaster a blowjob, please do it far away from all of us.

Rebecca: But still somewhere I have a camera installed.

Shaun: (glaring at Rebecca)

Rebecca: What? The main point of the blowjob is to annoy Bill. Visual and auditory confirmation also has the plus of traumatizing him.

Desmond: It's cute you guys think I'll be the one sucking dick.

anyway i started playing ac brotherhood.

Character Name Ideas (Male)

So I've been browsing through BehindTheName (great resource!) recently and have compiled several name lists. Here are some names, A-Z, that I like. NOTE: If you want to use any of these please verify sources, meanings etc, I just used BehindTheName to browse and find all of these. Under the cut:

A: Austin, Aiden, Adam, Alex, Angus, Anthony, Archie, Argo, Ari, Aric, Arno, Atlas, August, Aurelius, Alexei, Archer, Angelo, Adric, Acarius, Achilou, Alphard, Amelian, Archander B: Bodhi, Bastian, Baz, Beau, Beck, Buck, Basil, Benny, Bentley, Blake, Bowie, Brad, Brady, Brody, Brennan, Brent, Brett, Brycen C: Cab, Cal, Caden, Cáel, Caelan, Caleb, Cameron, Chase, Carlos, Cooper, Carter, Cas, Cash, Cassian, Castiel, Cedric, Cenric, Chance, Chandler, Chaz, Chad, Chester, Chet, Chip, Christian, Cillian, Claude, Cicero, Clint, Cody, Cory, Coy, Cole, Colt, Colton, Colin, Colorado, Colum, Conan, Conrad, Conway, Connor, Cornelius, Creed, Cyneric, Cynric, Cyrano, Cyril, Cyrus, Crestian, Ceric D: Dallas, Damien, Daniel, Darach, Dash, Dax, Dayton, Denver, Derek, Des, Desmond, Devin, Dewey, Dexter, Dietrich, Dion, Dmitri, Dominic, Dorian, Douglas, Draco, Drake, Drew, Dudley, Dustin, Dusty, Dylan, Danièu E: Eadric, Evan, Ethan, Easton, Eddie, Eddy, Einar, Eli, Eilas, Eiljah, Elliott, Elton, Emanuel, Emile, Emmett, Enzo, Erik, Evander, Everett, Ezio F: Faolán, Faron, Ferlin, Felix, Fenrir, Fergus, Finley, Finlay, Finn, Finnian, Finnegan, Flint, Flip, Flynn, Florian, Forrest, Fritz G: Gage, Gabe, Grady, Grant, Gray, Grayson, Gunnar, Gunther, Galahad H: Hale, Harley, Harper, Harvey, Harry, Huey, Hugh, Hunter, Huxley I: Ian, Ianto, Ike, Inigo, Isaac, Isaias, Ivan, Ísak J: Jack, Jacob, Jake, Jason, Jasper, Jax, Jay, Jensen, Jed, Jeremy, Jeremiah, Jesse, Jett, Jimmie, Jonas, Jonas, Jonathan, Jordan, Josh, Julien, Jovian, Jun, Justin, Joseph, Joni, K: Kaden, Kai, Kale, Kane, Kaz, Keane, Keaton, Keith, Kenji, Kenneth, Kent, Kevin, Kieran, Kip, Knox, Kris, Kristian, Kyle, Kay, Kristján, Kristófer L: Lamont, Lance, Landon, Lane, Lars, László, Laurent, Layton, Leander, Leif, Leo, Leonidas, Leopold, Levi, Lewis, Louie, Liam, Liberty, Lincoln, Linc, Linus, Lionel, Logan, Loki, Lucas, Lucian, Lucio, Lucky, Luke, Luther, Lyall, Lycus, Lykos, Lyle, Lyndon, Llewellyn, Landri, Laurian, Lionç M: Major, Manny, Manuel, Marcus, Mason, Matt, Matthew, Matthias, Maverick, Maxim, Memphis, Midas, Mikko, Miles, Mitch, Mordecai, Mordred, Morgan, Macari, Maïus, Maxenci, Micolau, Miro N: Nate, Nathan, Nathaniel, Niall, Nico, Niels, Nik, Noah, Nolan, Niilo, Nikander, Novak, O: Oakley, Octavian, Odin, Orlando, Orrick, Ǫrvar, Othello, Otis, Otto, Ovid, Owain, Owen, Øyvind, Ozzie, Ollie, Oliver, Onni P: Paisley, Palmer, Percival, Percy, Perry, Peyton, Phelan, Phineas, Phoenix, Piers, Pierce, Porter, Presley, Preston, Pacian Q: Quinn, Quincy, Quintin R: Ragnar, Raiden, Ren, Rain, Rainier, Ramos, Ramsey, Ransom, Raul, Ray, Roy, Reagan, Redd, Reese, Rhys, Rhett, Reginald, Remiel, Remy, Ridge, Ridley, Ripley, Rigby, Riggs, Riley, River, Robert, Rocky, Rokas, Roman, Ronan, Ronin, Romeo, Rory, Ross, Ruairí, Rufus, Rusty, Ryder, Ryker, Rylan, Riku, Roni S: Sammie, Sammy, Samuel, Samson, Sanford, Sawyer, Scout, Seán, Seth, Sebastian, Seymour, Shane, Shaun, Shawn, Sheldon, Shiloh, Shun, Sid, Sidney, Silas, Skip, Skipper, Skyler, Slade, Spencer, Spike, Stan, Stanford, Sterling, Stevie, Stijn, Suni, Sylvan, Sylvester T: Tab, Tad, Tanner, Tate, Tennessee, Tero, Terrance, Tevin, Thatcher, Tierno, Tino, Titus, Tobias, Tony, Torin, Trace, Trent, Trenton, Trev, Trevor, Trey, Troy, Tripp, Tristan, Tucker, Turner, Tyler, Ty, Teemu U: Ulric V: Valerius, Valor, Van, Vernon, Vespasian, Vic, Victor, Vico, Vince, Vinny, Vincent W: Wade, Walker, Wallis, Wally, Walt, Wardell, Warwick, Watson, Waylon, Wayne, Wes, Wesley, Weston, Whitley, Wilder, Wiley, William, Wolfe, Wolfgang, Woody, Wulfric, Wyatt, Wynn X: Xander, Xavier Z: Zachary, Zach, Zane, Zeb, Zebediah, Zed, Zeke, Zeph, Zaccai

tag game: name 9 favourite characters

Tagged by the lovely @whimsicalmeerkat 💕 thanks! 💕

In no particular order:

1. Stiles Stilinski (Teen Wolf)

2. Peter Hale (Teen Wolf)

3. SecUnit/Murderbot (The Murderbot Diaries)

4. Ratthi (The Murderbot Diaries)

5. Gurathin (The Murderbot Diaries)

6. Desmond Miles (Assassin's Creed)

7. Shaun Hastings (Assassin's Creed)

8. Magnus Bane (Shadowhunters)

9. Raphael Santiago (Shadowhunters)

(To be fair those are the nine Blorbos I though of first, so... I'll probably remember others later and then go "awww, I forgot X! but I love them!" 😂)

Tagging everyone who wants to do this 💕 I'm currently too brain-tired to tag people sorry 😂

Writing request! Could you do something with Rebecca x Shaun set durring their time undercover at Abstergo? It can have as much or little smut/fluff/angst as you deem appropriate, I just wanna see my fav AC couple interacting in the lion's den. <3

Ofc! YAY my first request 💜💜💜

Among Lions

Shaun Hastings x Rebecca Crane

Rating; Angst, hurt+comfort, fluff

Prompt; Shaun almost gets caught behind enemy lines, luckily Rebecca’s there.

Warnings; Tech company, the general dystopia we live in where privacy is non-existent, swearing, and shitty bosses

Word count; 1.8K

"Shaun Hastings report to Otso Berg’s office. Now.” 

The partially grating voice over the intercoms commanded. As Shaun purposefully flushed his phone down the toilet. Chanting to himself as his face was coated in sweat.

“Shit, shit, shit, shit-“

He flicked off as much water as he could from his flip phone when he removed it from the pool of water. He double checked to be sure it wouldn’t turn on. The data pad inside was thoroughly showered in toilet water. He made a small sigh of relief as he kept it in his hand. He swung the stall door open, placing himself right before the men’s bathroom sink. And setting his now broken phone beyond the rim of the sink. 

Attempting to compose himself as he scrubbed between his fingers and into his palms. Removing the sweat of his forehead by his exposed forearm. Whispering to himself.

“Can’t believe I’m going to fucking die while in a work uniform-“

“Hastings!”

Shaun jumped as if electrocuted, leered his body to see the visage of his boss. Violet De Costa with her starless night sky skin wrapped in black and gray fabrics. Leaning herself against the door frame of the men’s bathroom. 

“You deaf? Report to Otso’s office-“ She mocked in her usual abrasive tone. 

“I didn’t plan to drop my phone in the toilet-“

“Oh don’t worry, I’ll be sure to add to the calendar when you intend to break shit like a blind AND deaf monkey. Get a move on.” A smug grin grew more and more under her nose as her sentence went on. 

When she finished, Violet pushed the men’s door further out, so it’d close as she walked off into the lobby. Shaun swallowed his anxiety and his fear one final time. Praying it wasn’t for what he thought it’d be. Rebecca’s technological expertise allowed Shaun to be warned Abstergo listens and reads every message of every mobile device that enters the building. So long as it stays within a ten mile radius of it they can see whatever other devices people use. 

Shaun wanted to text Desmond while he was on a separate assignment with his father. He knows how much of an asshole Desmond’s dad is. So he wanted to help. And if he had a little patience he might’ve lived to see the end of such kindness. After drying off his phone with the paper towels, he shoved it in his left pocket. And made his way out of the men’s room. 

His terror simulated the sensation of every single person's gaze upon him when he walked through the lobby. Even when he’d look and no one else in the room was paying attention to him, the idea of their stares. Each eye potentially on him was a needle driving itself into his skin. Dozens of little cuts made it past his flesh to his blood. Sending a chill through his every nerve and vein. And yet all he did was walk to the elevator, and press the third floor button to Otso’s office. 

The gorgeously built in aquarium swirling around him majestically as he was lifted up did nothing to calm him. Suddenly this building became fifty degrees hotter and Shaun’s skull was shrinking around his brain. Crushing his thoughts together. In a single box of “what are these people gonna do to an assassin spy?”. Historically Shaun knows the answer to that, and every one which came up was less comforting than the one before. His typical shell of dry aloofness was snapping under the pressure. 

Shaun’s an assassin by title only, his actual work is supplying information to the real people of danger. He’s never been a field operator, he only took on this job because Rebecca wished to do more. Shaun followed her in what he believed was against both their self interests. Going behind enemy lines and observing is standard assassin work none of their training ever prepared them for. And a training they wouldn’t have time to undergo beforehand to boot. However, he wouldn’t let Rebecca go alone. So he went into the lion's den side by side with her. He will always love Rebecca more than he fears the Templars. 

Then the elevator doors split themselves open to the scene of Otso. A man way too built to just be a desk stooge at a video game and tech company. Leaning against the front of his glass desk. He ushered his hand to the plastic chair right of him upon seeing Shaun.

“Please sit Hastings.”

Shaun shakes in his skin twice as violently as before. Otso’s twice his weight and muscle mass absolutely. His salt and pepper hair and his face is dotted in small scars. Doesn’t help Shaun’s unease, but he sits down in the chair regardless. Otso remains standing just a few feet across from Shaun. His fingers angled over his kneecaps as he stood painfully straight in the cheap office chair.

“What did you want to see me for?”

Shaun’s corporate nicety voice carries the sentence from his mouth. Otso didn’t flinch at Shaun’s fake politeness.

“Who were you texting at exactly 11:34 am today Hastings?”

He bluntly struck at the heart of the meeting, with his vaguely Russian sounding voice. Shaun knew he needed a speedy excuse. But his lips were somehow melted shut. The sweat came back in full force as he twitched in his seat. The only plan he had, is given to him by Desmond Miles himself. When in doubt, play dumb. 

“I didn’t text anybody today.”

It was a horrible lie, why did he trust the man who unironically drinks soda? 

“Try again.” Otso huffed out impatiently 

“Oh no honest, I let my nephew borrow my phone today so he probably texted someone without me knowing.” Shaun managed to not fumble his words just barely as he explained. 

Otso squinted at him, “Your nephew visited you on your lunch break?”

Shaun hummed an affirmative nod.

“He kinda snuck in, the kid really admires me ya know?…”

He sheepishly chuckled as Otso’s piercing glare remained pointed from his skull to Shaun’s. Otso’s gun, not so well hidden on a strap on his left thigh also seemed to glare at him. Shaun did what he could to not look at it. But he almost heard the weapon threatening him too. Otso remarks standing up on his own now. 

“It’s not the fact you texted Hastings it’s who you texted, you know Desmond Miles is a wanted criminal and an enemy of Abstergo. He’s killed many of our valued employees…that’s the name texted to on your phone.”

Shaun was sweating bullets down the side of his face, he could’ve sworn the carpeting was being showered by him. He truly had no way out of this, he conceived of the possibility of dashing for the door. Even knowing Otso would catch him the second he ran off the chair. Until the elevator made a ding to indicate its opening. Otso looked up as Shaun followed his gaze, seeing Rebecca with a barely four foot young boy beside her. 

“Now Ben do you have something to say to Uncle Shaun?” Rebecca inquired to the child in a calming tone as the two entered Otso’s office. The young boy Shaun had never seen in his life looked down saying.

“I’m sorry I dropped your phone in the toilet…”

Rebecca’s unemotional stare at him was enough for Shaun to go along with it.

“O-oh it’s okay!”

Shaun reassured the brunette boy, after the kid was done fiddling with his tan Cargo pants nervously. Finally looking up at the adults around him, Shaun then explained. 

“I-I’m glad you got to text your gamer friend who uses the tag Desmond Miles!” Rebecca resisted making an eye roll as Otso sighed and addressed the kid.

“So you’re the one who texted a man named desmond miles?” Rebecca subtly shook the kids shoulder to press him to go along with it. 

“Oh yeah! He uses that tag for Xbox, I didn’t know it’d be such a big deal! I just wanted to chat with him because he lives in a different time zone…” Rebecca forced a polite grin at both Otso and Ben. Otso’s suspicions never drop, that’s just his personality and mercenary aura. However it was enough, air entered the room again for Shaun as Otso said.

“You may go Hastings.” Shaun almost jumped from his seat and nodded.

“T-thank you sir I’ll get back to work!” He scooted towards Rebecca and Ben as the three left in the elevator. Evading eye contact with Otso as he waltzed back in front of his desk to continue his work. 

When he was out of sight and all that surrounded the trio was the aquarium. The kid's sheepish expression dropped, putting strength back into his posture he leered at Rebecca.

“My payment?” “Ben” interrogated sternly, Rebecca ripped out a wrinkly twenty from her back pocket handing it to the kid. He lined it between his eye and the light of the elevator room. Assessing it was a real bill. Shaun then gasped in relief as Rebecca whispered to him.

“You okay?”

“Yes love I’m great, thank you….”

~~Later, at home~~

As Shaun locked the door to their apartment behind him, ambient sweat still sticking to his skin as he pulled the key from the hole. He blurted out at Rebecca what he fought against doing so in the Abstergo building.

“Who the bloody fuck was that!?” Rebecca dripped down their groceries on the kitchen counter. After a clank of metal and plastic erupted from the impact she chuckled. Turning to him as she removed her socks. 

“A kid who was riding his bike nearby, asked him if he wanted to make twenty bucks…” Rebecca’s tone seemingly patted her on the back for Shaun. 

Shaun then caught his breath, once he threw himself back onto their couch. After pushing his eyes gently by his fingers asking.

“So how did you know I’d say my nephew texted that name?”

Rebecca chuckled, walking to take up the left over space on the furniture Shaun sat in.  “Because I know only my boyfriend would make up that bad of a lie on the spot….” Shaun nodded, unable to argue with that. 

Gradually all weight in the world fleeted from him, what felt like an anchor pushing into his rib cage. Was now lifting him on a wave of ease. Not only did they dispel his terrible mistake, they live to see the end of it. Rebecca crowded her hips with her legs as she clumsily folded them on her seating spot. Her bare toes and feet bumped up against Shaun’s lap. He smiled at her.

“You saved our lives.” Shaun breathed out full heartedly.

“All in an assassin's work.” She quipped appreciatively, pushing her shoulders across the back of the couch. Enabling her to lean her head on his right shoulder. 

“You’re bloody amazing-“

“I know.” Rebecca grinned, punctuating the exchange with a kiss on Shaun's cheek

Prompt Day 22 -> All we have is now

Fandom: Assassin's Creed

Ship: Desmond x Shaun

Summary:

"- Mi è permesso fumare una sigaretta ogni tanto? -

- No se sparisci senza dare tue notizie, ti ricordo che sei ricercato. Vieni giù. - Disse l'altro, cercando di non urlare troppo per non svegliare nessuno"

Random Assassin's Creed ficlet: Your Call

Short Shaun/Desmond ACIII thing that's been languishing half-written in my WIPs folder for... I don't think I want to know how long 🙈

The smut just wasn't coming heh heh so I figured I may as well finish off heh heh what I had and leave it implied/FTB

"Can't sleep either, huh."

Shaun snorted, glancing up briefly as Desmond approached before turning his gaze out across the cavern again. "Not at all, I just enjoy sleepwalking up crumbling ancient stone ramps beside mind-numbingly long drops to nowhere, wasn't it obvious?"

"Heh." Desmond leaned against the low stone wall next to Shaun, staring unseeing at the quiet cavern below and trying to just stop thinking for once.

It didn't work.

"Another argument with your father?" Shaun asked quietly after a few minutes of silence.

"Yep."

"I'd say something nice but he really is just an incredible asshole," Shaun remarked, and Desmond laughed.

"Yeah. It's… not easy. How 'bout you?"

"What's keeping me awake? Oh you know, the usual… impending doom, fate of the entire world in our hands, long-dead gods abandoning us with nothing but riddles and no real evidence that any of this will make one bloody bit of difference. And I would really like to get laid one last time before we all die horrible tragic deaths, but that isn't really an option down here, is it."

@0ryza13 left this reblog in this idea

God I go feral over the concept of Sleepy Hollow x AC, purely because theres the possibility of Desmond wandering into town and seeing Ichabod and going "hey Shaun, Rebecca, am I hallucinating or is that the guy Connor knew during the revolution"

(I’m making this a Sleepy Hollow the TV show crossover because I’m hoping that what’s you mean XD)

Desmond is permitted to go rest for a ‘bit’ after saving the world with Shaun and Rebecca while Bill tries to get info about how the entire world is holding up. They were on their way to a safe location where Altaïr II is waiting for them so Desmond could have his ‘vacation in the Caribbean Sea’ (I don’t know why, Becs, but I kinda wanna go sailing there for some reasons) and they just happen to pass by Sleepy Hollow when Desmond sees Ichabod Crane.

He’s hit with Ratonhnhaké:ton’s Bleed because he looks exactly like the Ichabod Crane who worked for George Washington.

And he confronts him.

Ichabod didn’t recognize Desmond at all but he recognized the tone and the posture. He remembered Ratonhnhaké:ton. The way Washington’s relationship with the native man ended had always haunted Washington and Ichabod saw the aftermath.

Washington’s focus on the supernatural had been due to his final meeting with Ratonhnhaké:ton.

And Ichabod now believes that Desmond is possessed by Ratonhnhaké:ton’s ghost.

.

“You’re the one who wanted to go on vacation.”

“I know.”

“Yet here we are, stuck here in this god forsaken town-”

“Don’t be rude.”

“- investigating… what? An immortal who thinks you’re Connor?”

“… Sorta? There’s something in this town… it just… calls to me.”

“… you think it’s a POE?”

“Or something related to Minerva and her people.”

“…”

“…”

“… you’re not getting another vacation after this.”

“(sigh)”

Don't save this, just screenwriter it and tag you otp

Yoooo...imagine

Desmond x Shaun except Desmond is (singing/dancing/generally just being a cutie with the song) "Fix a drink" by Chris Janson