#Desmond needs a hug

[fanworldbuildingfun]

Tonight I have two moods:

·         Desmond angst with Bleeding Effect

·         And Desmond being reborn as Al Mualim’s surprise kid

(note of warning: these are NOT in the same universe) (Unless?)

1.       Desmond angst with Bleeding Effect

So. This one leans heavily into feeling of entrapment that never went away after Abstergo. Desmond DID technically go from being used as Animus subject to being used as Animus subject. Admittedly, he did swap the relatively comfy accommodations for relatively better company (listen. Listen I may not dig the ascetic glass-n-white style Abstergo rocks, but I can appreciate that the room looked like a good hotel room). But that negate the fact that he, technically, had no real choice in either scenario

And here, instead of learning to trust Lucy/Shawn/Rebecca, Desmond instead clings to the memories of his ancestors. After all, they have neither any way nor any reason to use him, right?

He’s amicable with the team. Jokes sometimes, has lighthearted impersonal talks – basically, treats them as colleagues at most. But whatever vulnerability there is, is shown to the people he sees during Bleeds

So leaning against where he sees a ghostly Ezio sitting on his bed, or laying on the floor where he can see barely-there shades of throw pillows and rugs that normally sit in Altaïr’s office? It’s comforting. And so is the skritch of quill on parchment as Altaïr writes… Something

To Desmond, it’s not real

But for his ancestors, from the moment they held the Apple in their hands? The shadowy form of Desmond is very much real. Ezio can feel the press of Desmond’s body against his side. Altair can see how the pillows dip under Desmond’s weight

And Desmond probably wouldn’t have said half the things he did if he realized that the ghostly Connor who was making his own arrows across from him was listening. That they all listened. And could do precisely nothing

2.       Desmond as Al Mualim’s surprise kid

This is a complete and utter crack taken seriously(-ish). No one can prove Al Mualim never had any lovers, in or out of the garden. And he is not THAT old, by our standards (the man is killed at 56. Only 56!)

But he never did plan to sire a child. There was no time nor desire had for one

Except, no one thought to tell whatever Isu-bull went on with the Temple that

So in 1174, he gets “blessed” with a child from his preferred Flower who had never, to point, had a pregnancy. Ever *thoughtfully sprinkles in some more Isu bullshit because the lady genuinely never had it be an issue*

One may think Al Mualim would be the kind of man who would be a distant parent, or just forbid anyone from speaking of him having a child. But nope. Instead, Al Mualim goes completely Rodrigo Borgia over his newborn daughter

#assassin's creed #Assassin's Creed ideas #Ancestor angst #Ezio wants to motherhen but can't #Altaïr wants to murder someone but can't #Connor is sad #Desmond needs a hug #Ant probably some skin to skin contact #Al Mualim as proud dad #Desmond suffers identity crisis on a whole new level #Flowers get to practice self-defense assassin style #Because Al Mualim is a Dad who would get overprotective over his daughter #Is Altaïr being raised a proper spouse that Al Mualim can insure deserved his kid? #The possibility is more than 0

[isa-belle1367]

Desmond head canons (with a few non desmond head canons thrown in) (I love desmond and all non-desmonds equally I swear)

Desmond once came out of the animus and tried to greet the others, but he couldn't figure out which language to use, so for about 5 minutes, he cycled through different languages trying to find the right one before just giving up.

Ezio has chronic pain from climbing buildings because he never learned the correct way to climb them, nor the correct stretches to stop the pain

Haytham once convinced Connor to come with him to a tavern, Connor ended up getting drunk and zoning out for 30 minutes before putting his head down and silently crying in the corner

Connor never processed his mom's death because after she died, he had to rebuild the village, then he had to learn to fight, then he had to worry about his villages safety, etc. So he never processed it

Altair and desmond suffer from migraines and not the "my head hurts" migrans I'm talking the ones that cause you to black out for a minute and get sick

Altair once was learning to do a leap of faith, but while it was being explained, he accidently turned on his eagle vision and nearly freaked out (his dad had to take him home right after and explain what Altair was seeing)

After a few days of reliving ezios' memories, desmond started to gravitate towards Shaun because (just like Leo) Shaun smells like books

Altair has the stupidest sense of humor

Ezio collected cats, Altair collected birds, connor collected dogs/ wild animals, and now all animals are just drawn to desmond

Desmond once fist fought a gang leader *and won.* He also got the leaders' respect. (Being a bartender in Manhattan does things to you)

Desmond with adhd

Connor doesn't like walking into new places without being able to scope out the area first

DESMOND WITH ADHD

Altair has severe attachment issues, so bc of this, he distances himself as much as possible, so he doesn't get attached

Desmond got into an argument with Bill and got so frustrated that he started talking in native American without realizing Bill then said something snarky and desmond snapped in a perfect native America accent. "Haytham, you are unbelievable"

Desmond can control his ancestors' ratatouille style

When there is a time jump in the animus (for example, the time jumps in the training montage in monteriggioni), it's super disorienting for desmond bc he gets the memories of his ancestor but if he focuses on them he can't remember them

Desmond once cried for an hour in his room bc he couldn't remember Rebecca's name when he came out of the animus

Desmond nearly attacked Bill on multiple occasions because his bleeds made him appear to be a Templar (Bill is no longer allowed near desmond as he is getting out of the animus)

While they were in the temple, a bear wandered in, and everyone freaked out, but desmond just helped the bear find its way back to his mom (they now get random prey left outside of the temple)

One time, desmond tried to reach for a throwing knife before realizing he dosent have throwing knives, and he nearly died, lol

Desmond called Rebecca Claudia once, and she never forgot it

I have so many more, but I don't feel like typing them out rn

#assassin's creed #desmond miles #altair #i need feral desmond #altair ibn la'ahad #shaun hastings #silly desmond #ezio #ezio auditore #ezio assassins creed #connor kenway #hytham #hytham kenway #ratonhnhaké:ton #connor needs a hug #bill miles #rebecca crane

[venusleontios55555]

I freaking adore this child with all my heart

Oh to be in Anya's brain....

#spy x family #twiyor #loid forger #yor forger #Manga #Anime #SPY x FAMILY #spyxfamily #sxf #spyxfamilythought #Loid Forger #Twilight #Yor Forger #Thorn Princess #Anya Forger #damian desmond #donovon desmond #he needs a hug #poor guy #just a thought

[nellavee]

if i punched you in the heart

would you even feel it?

#ro.spyxfam #ro.draws #another damian piece? yes. are we surprised? no. #damian desmond is my angst fodder #i need to give him a big ole hug #fuck u donovan #spy x family #sxf #damian desmond #sy on boy

[jinanya]

drunk Donovan goes into Damian’s room

Donovan Desmond comes home clearly drunk from a formal event he had. He’s not usually a man to let loose so it was a rare sighting seeing his face all red and his words slurred. The butler advices that Mr Desmond goes straight to his room, but Donovan insists he wants to go to Damian’s room. 

He bursts the door open to be greeted by a surprised Damian by his desk, studying. It was over the weekend and he had gone back to his house instead of the dorm for that event, but he had eventually gone up to his bedroom earlier than the rest (since you know, he’s still a kid and he’s not exactly allowed out of his bedroom past his curfew).

Donovan comments something about Damian staying up so late to study but with his slurred speech, it was hard to understand. He then walks over to Damian and pats his shoulder.

“You’re a good son.”

That’s it, that’s all he says before he leaves the room, swaying and crashing into the walls with each step until the butler assists him out and closes the door behind them. Moment probably meaning nothing to him, forgotten by the morning.

But Damian’s eyes are watery, tears on the brim about to spill. He felt conflicted. A part of him was so, so happy. Those were the words he’s been wanting to hear his whole life, and drunk words are sober thoughts, right?

But a part of him was mad and furious and this all just somehow made him hate his father more. Did it have to take him to be this drunk to tell him those four words? Was it impossible to say it when sober, when those words flowed out of his mouth so smoothly in front of Demetrius? This was the first time his father acknowledged his presence after his 3rd birthday, and it wasn’t because he’s done something good enough that impressed him, but it was because he was so drunk that the walls that were built up had fallen.

He’d just never be good enough to hear those words sober, would he? And don’t even get started the apologies he wanted to hear for never being there for him. No, that was out of the window.

But how could it be? He was his father. Even that stubby legged stupid Forger, who punched him with good reason, (which he can secretly admit to himself), could bring herself to apologise to him. With tears. And yet his own father couldn’t even look at him for more than 3 seconds.

Tears were somehow streaming down his face by now, but he immediately wiped them off with his sleeves. He blew his nose, cleaned himself and shook his head. No, crying won’t solve problems.

So instead, he goes back to his studying, a tiny desperate part of him still hoping that one day, somehow, he’ll finally be good enough to be considered a Desmond.

#spy x family headcanons #damian desmond needs a hug #HOLY SHIT THAT'S A TAG #actually why am i surprised someone please hug him #spy x family #spy family #damian desmond #damianya #not really but kind of #anya forger #loid forger #yor forger #sy-on boy #damian desmond headcanons #donovan desmond

[anxiouslittlecarrot]

Good afternoon, Spy x Family episode 25 broke my heart

#damian needs an hour long hug #and for the forgers to adopt him #spyxfamily #spy x family #carrot.txt #damian desmond

[teecupangel]

sooo Desmond is an Irish name, so fae Desmond?? 👀 haven’t been able to get to my laptop to search your blog if you've already done this idea, but I thought I’d throw it out there anyway!

am a big fan of Weird fae, like when you look at them you think they should be human but something about them is so obviously not. uncanny valley with a side of fight-flight-or-freeze instincts kicking in just from being around them.

is this something something that comes from his parents? is it all Isu bullshit? is it something he changes into or is he born with it?? on that vein, what if he was a changeling child? lots of ways of incorporating the Isu and the calculations into that for sure

(am one of the anons who keeps coming back for renaissance baker Desmond, so thank you very much for answering those asks, and also for just being a rad individual in general. am still catching up on Eagle of Alamut, I think I’m around chapter 30, and absolutely LOVE what you've already done with it and where you’re taking it. my sib assures me Altaïr makes his appearance soon, and I'm GREATLY looking forward to it.

thanks again, I hope you're well 🧡) —bread anon

(Thank you! I try my best hahahaha. I am so sorry for being slow on asks and replies TTATT

I hope you’re enjoying the rest of Eagle of Alamut… especially Altaïr’s appearance hehehe)

Desmond Miles always knew he was different.

The other kids call him ‘ugly’ and they don’t like to play with him.

He had cried in his mother’s arms and told her what happened and she just… she looked somber.

She patted his head and held him close, comforted him with soft words and a warm hug.

Never once did she say anything about his face.

He was a little bit older when he realized why they think he was ugly.

There were no mirrors in their home.

Or even in the training building he spent most of his childhood in.

But there was a hand mirror in the infirmary.

Desmond never had a reason to go there. What he lacked in brute strength, he made up by being faster than anyone on the Farm.

He had went to the infirmary to take the first aid kit. One of the other kids had a painful gash on his arm. It wasn’t life-threatening but it needed to be cleaned and disinfected.

Desmond had been ordered to get the first aid.

He supposed it was because he had been the reason the boy had hurt himself, trying to run away from him like he was being chased by demons during a ‘game’ of tag.

They always run like they were scared for their lives when Desmond was ‘it’.

The doctor wasn’t inside so Desmond went towards the cupboard that would have the small boxes of first aids stacked on the bottom shelf.

He stopped when he noticed the hand mirror.

And saw his reflection for the first time.

Desmond Miles was not ugly.

But there was something in his features that made him seemed… strange.

It wasn’t anything that can be physically described about his facial structure.

He looked human but there was something in the human brain that just made it scream ‘danger’.

Desmond couldn’t explain it.

But he could see it.

He didn’t bring the first aid back to training.

He went home.

His mother was cooking something.

“What am I, mama?”

She didn’t seemed surprised by the question. She looked resigned.

She looked like she had been waiting for the day he would ask the very same question.

She led him to the dining room, letting whatever was on the stove continue to simmer in low heat.

“You’re my son, my dear little fairy.”

She didn’t held the same unnatural feel as he felt when he looked at his reflection.

But it didn’t sound like a lie.

Her hands trembled as she caressed his cheeks.

Her smile was genuine as she whispered, “You will always be my baby.”

But he could hear it.

The fear in the voice.

Whatever he was…

He was affecting her too.

Yet she didn’t try to run.

So he hugged her, pressing his face against her stomach.

Her trembling stopped and she held him like she was afraid he was going to disappear from her grasps.

She didn’t fear him if she didn’t see his face.

Whatever he was…

It was the face that scared all of them.

.

Once upon a time, a young woman married a young man by the orders of her father. The man loved her but she did not. No matter what she did, she could not. She tried to be the best wife she could be.

She did not love him but she bore him a son. A weak little thing, more fragile than glass and smaller than any other child in their little commune.

She loved her child more than anything in the world.

But the world did not.

The child died during one cold winter night while her husband had been away.

In her grief, she took the cold body of her dead child and ran towards the forest, as silent as she was taught by her own father.

She came across a circle of mushrooms.

And heard the whispers of the fairy queen when she stood in the circle of it.

The fairy queen will save her child.

But he will become one of them.

“Yes! I agree! Please, save him!” The mother begged on her knees.

The fairy queen did not do it out of the goodness of her heart.

She was one of three rulers of their little fairy kingdom, long destroyed by the wrath of the sun.

She was nothing more than a ghost, traveling to the far future.

The mother gave the corpse to the ghost.

And the ghost gave it new life.

The mother thanked her as she held the warm body of her son.

And the ghost disappeared.

The mushroom circle melted like metal.

And mother and child returned to their home.

.

Centuries ago, Minerva saw a future which the Assassins and Templars waste years fighting each other instead of finding a way to save the world.

She saw a future where Desmond Miles would die to save the world in their stead.

So she made a different choice.

There was no one to stop her.

Tinia had long given up, waiting for the end as he drinks and drinks and drinks.

Juno remains imprisoned in the Grand Temple.

She was the only one left.

She changed the trajectory of the Calculations to one where Desmond Miles died as a weak human baby.

She created a device and had it transported to where his mother would walk into in her grief, her mind weakened to the point of thinking of falling off the cliff nearby with her dead son in her arms.

It was a device she had created using Consus’ research.

Consus’ research cannot bring back the dead.

But with Minerva’s modification…

It could clone the dead.

But she didn’t clone the weak human baby that would die centuries from now.

She created a child made of Desmond Miles’ DNA from that tragic future.

And added her own DNA to reinforce his body and mind.

A new future the Calculations could not predict.

A new future where Desmond Miles is both human and not.

Minerva did not know if this would be a better future.

Still…

She does not regret it.

At the very least, before she died…

She was able to save someone.

#fae desmond #ngl #considering how i like to write desmond using fae lies to lie #i was tempted for this to be an actual fae desmond meeting an ac character #who stepped into a mushroom circle #instead you get this… #uuhh #i tried to make it seemed like a dark fairytale at the middle #idk #assassin's creed #ask and answer #teecup writes/has a plot #fic idea: assassin's creed #desmond miles #minerva

[mareposie]

Parents Teachers meeting. The Forgers are mesmerizing everyone with their beauty and elegance and classmates tell Anya she’s adopted because she is not as pretty lmaooo. Dr Forger is now called Dr Love. Henderson is so happy to see Anya’s parents but act professional, Anya is doing great but still need improvement, he believes in her and thinks her last Toni is an accident. She’s very active the class’ life and contributes to most of the interactions between the students. Her taking naps during class won’t be tolerated next year so she needs to get a better sleeping schedule (she should take naps during breaks). Yor promises to teach a better sleeping schedule to Anya. He and Loid agrees that she is very good in Classical Language and asks her if she should join an extra class on this subject so she can get better grades. She says no because she doesn’t want to study. Well, Anya survived her first year of school with an average grade of 60/100 and she can stay with her friends next year. 2 Stellas and 2 Toni.

Damian waits for house staff and he sees his classmates, his friends, Forehead girl and Stubby legs smiling with their parents as they are officially passing. He is uncomfortable and maybe a bit jealous because he did very well, he got 98/100 with honors, Two Stellas. But he is here, sitting alone in the hall. He pushed Emile and Ewen away because he didn’t want to feel excluded with their parents who might ask about his father. The sky is orange now and he hears Becky and Anya talking about their plans, like going to the Blackbell Mediterranean house for a week. Mr Blackbell and Mr Forger are busy men but Mrs Blackbell invites Mrs Forger to join her with the girls, the two families are getting along very well, apparently they are even going dinner after this and Anya and Becky will have a sleepover.

“Maybe her mom is really friends with my mom” he thinks.

Yor Forger suddenly approaches him and greets him, saying she knows Melinda was not able to come and if he has someone to take him to the meeting. Damian blushes and says the house staff is just late, very late. Loid Forger joins the conversation and smiles at Damian, 

“We are not your parents but we know you take care of our daughter everyday so allow us to take you to the meeting. I don’t think the house staff will come, I remember you being alone during orientation. Plus my wife can contact your mother after the meeting, I’m sure Mr Henderson won’t mind. ”

“Pretty please Damian, it’s getting late you will catch a cold !”

“You can borrow my parents Sy-on boy don’t be shy.” Anya says with a cool pose while Becky is amazed by her attitude. There’s no way commoners are pitying him ! The scion of the Desmond family !

And this is how, Damian found himself between Loid and Yor who were amazed by his accomplishments. Henderson has this internal crying because the Forgers did THAT again. Henderson praises Damian for his academical success but wants him to be a kid and to enjoy life a bit more. He congratulates him of his efforts on managing his anger issues and patience with other classmates, especially a certain girl. He scolds him on the lack of sleep he inflicts on himself and hope he will have a better schedule next year.

“I admire your work ethic but you are allowed to relax and to have fun Damian.” Loid pats his head with a proud smile.

“You did amazing Dami-chan ! We need to celebrate it with a cake !” Yor hugs him like she hugs her daughter. She asks him to come over during the summer so he can play with Anya and they can celebrate their successful year with a lot of cakes. 

“Thanks, Pops... and Moms.” He is red like a tomato but happier. Maybe commoners aren’t that bad, very clingy and overly affectionate but kind. Actually they are WAY TOO NICE.

#damianya #damian desmond #anya forger #Yor Forger #loid forger #becky blackbell #spy x family #spy x family headcanons

[fairyv-ice]

Love Wins All

Could they ever be together? He is the son of an aristocrat/ political figure who wants the war to not end, and she is the daughter of a spy who is trying to end the war. Does love Really win all??

Chapter 1 

Him

~Dearest darling my universe, will you take me with you to somewhere far away, beyond wildest dreams, a place imagination can't reach~

It was another day at Eden Academy, Damian Desmond was walking out of the Cecile hall dormitory… More like running, he was up late studying for the chemistry exam and snoozed his alarm, Ewen and Emile even tried to get him up but he wouldn’t budge. It took the dorm mother banging on the door telling him ''home room is starting in 5 minutes” (when it's a ten minute walk to home room from the dorms….)

Obviously running with a purpose and visibly frustrated, Damian was trying to get to class as fast as he could until he was on the ground. One second he was running the next he realized he ran into something… more like someone. A stubby legged, uggo, pink haired girl.

“I CAN'T BELIEVE YOU DON’T EVEN LOOK-“

 He shook his head at his immature thoughts of her. He was 17 now and she was 16. He started to observe the girl, her legs were a bit longer than before, not so stubby and he just never bothered to look at them. He started to get curious and his eyes wandered up her legs until his face felt hot so he turned away and covered his face with his hand. Until he heard a sniffle. He looked up at her face this time he saw tears falling, instantly he moved to get closer to her and hugged her.

“Anya…wha-what’s wrong? I really didn’t mean to run into you. I was just trying to get to class-” He said with a concerned look but cut himself off realizing he is just word-vomiting.

Damian never understood why when this girl cried, his heart melted. It felt like someone punched his chest with every tear that fell from her eyes. He couldn’t understand why, it was so infuriating for him to not understand and all he wanted to do was make her stop crying. He would do anything to make her pain go away. He wanted to make whoever made her like this hurt even worse…. But he didn’t understand why. Why would he care so much? He never had this feeling with anyone else. He thought to himself. Was it because he had known her for so long? No, he has felt this way since the first time she apologized to him when they were just six. All he knew at that moment even though he couldn’t understand was that this pink short girl was crying in his arms and he just wanted to see her smile. 

This was not what he expected today. Sitting on the ground of the courtyard holding a crying Anya Forger, why was she crying? He hasn’t the slightest clue. But he will make it better. 

**Final bell rings**

Anya just sobbed in his arms. He patted her head as he just stared at the building he was supposed to get to for class but all he was thinking is what could have gotten her so worked up to show up to school like this. He took his bag off his shoulder with one arm still around her, he took his handkerchief out of his bag. He lifted her head by her chin so he could see her face, puffy eyes, a bit of snot under her nose, tears everywhere. He gave her a soft smile, he started to gently wipe her face. She just stared at him with those beautiful emerald green eyes. As he was finishing wiping away the visible sadness from her face he realized he was blushing and turned his face away from hers. He couldn’t push her away, (something he would have done if he was a child but not now) Anya needed comfort he thought, and Blackbell wasn’t here so obviously he would have to do. He knew he wasn’t the best at comforting but he was willing to try his best. More calmed (meaning not blushing, why was he blushing anyways? He hadn’t any idea) he looked back at the girl between him, she was still looking at him with those beaut- he cut that thought off and closed his eyes tight.

“Forger, are you okay? Did you want to talk about it? Or talk about something else?”

He opened his eyes to peek and she was still looking at him but with a bit of sadness in her eyes and she just shook her head. 

He pierced his lips, handed her the handkerchief, leaned towards his bag and shuffled through it. He brought out this little brown bag that had a pink bow on it and handed it to Anya. 

“It’s not much but when I was in town this weekend I saw it and I remembered that I owed you from the game of old maid we played last week. Don't think too much of it, it's not like I waited three hours for them to be made and asked for them to make it extra chewy or anything. Really not a big deal. I just remembered you mentioned this place to Blackbell or something.”

He realized he was word-vomiting (again) his whole experience of finding the perfect gift for her and that he took so much time to find the perfect gift for a commoner girl he had no feelings for.. so he thought. 

She looked at him with wide eyes and then looked in the small bag as she pulled the pink ribbon out of the pretty tied bow. Chocolate peanut butter cookies with peanuts in them. He saw a small smile creeping up her face and she looked back at him. 

He blushed, that’s all he needed if he could make sure that smile was there he wouldn’t have to worry about all these unnecessary stresses. Still not understanding why he was so frustrated when she was sad but oh well he will figure it out another time  though, all he cared about was that he was able to make her smile.. well not him the cookies did but still she smiled and there were no tears. The corner of his lips curled up into a small smile still looking at her.

*** realization hit him that they were late to class *** 

He got up as fast as he could and grabbed his and her bag. He helped her get up and she winced in a bit of pain when she was on her feet.

“I think I twisted my ankle,” Anya said, looking at her slightly swollen ankle.

Well that looks like it's gonna get worse, he thought as he put his hand over his eyes and shook his head. 

He got in front of her, back facing her and crouched down

“Get on. It will make it worse if you walk on it.”

She looked at his back with wide eyes and hopped on 

“Thank you sy-on boy…” 

She held on tightly. It felt like she was giving him a.. hug? He thought to himself. ~ i don't think I have really ever received hugs from anyone but her and i don't think i want to really receive hugs from anyone but her.. is that weird?~ he shook his head. After that thought she held on a bit tighter and he turned his head to check if she was okay but she turned her head to not face him. Either way he was running as fast as he could to class so they both wouldn’t get in even more trouble… until… he saw everyone in their class lined up in the hall. It looked like they were in alphabetical order.

They both looked at each other.. they knew what that meant.. Madam Tonitrus.

“Schlag is going to give us detention for sure… or even worse a bolt” Damian said with a worried look.

“Don't worry, let me handle it.” Anya said a little bit too confidently.

“Forger, I don't know if I trust you “handling” it” he said.

“Please trust me” She said with confidence but still that hint of sadness he noticed

He just nodded in agreement, he knew he couldn't argue with her.

They stayed in the back of the line and she was still on his back because after this he was going to take her to the infirmary. Because that is what a gentleman would do of course.

The line continued to move up, they saw Becky, Emile, and Ewen looking at them with concerning looks. 

“I don’t know how you are gonna pull this off” Damian whispered. There were two more people in front of them and Rahden was walking up to them to collect their bags with a look of confusion. 

~Sniffle Sniffle~

Damian turned his head to look at Anya. She was crying into his shoulder. He almost started to panic then heard her sniffle/ whisper “ go along with it, just tell them i fell” 

They were at the front of the line now and Madam Schlag was staring at them.

 “What is the meaning of this? Is this what you call appropriate Mr. Desmond? Not only are you late BUT You should know public displays of-”

Schlag gets cut off by Professor Henderson as he notices Anya crying.

“Ms. Forger, what has happened to make you so upset?”

Mostly everyone is now staring at the pair noting THE Damian Desmond is carrying Anya who was crying and they all started to whisper until Becky quickly shut them up.

“When I was walking to class I saw For- Anya fall, it looked quite painful so I ran to her and saw she twisted her ankle. I was originally going to take her straight to the infirmary but the final bell rang so I thought we would check in to class first and then go.” 

Damian said nervously, not mentioning that he and her actually ran into each other because if they knew they were both running they would know that they were both late and would get in more trouble. His inner thoughts were cut off when he heard Professor Henderson clear his throat.

“Mr. Desmond, that is very elegant of you, I do admire that” Professor Henderson states. He turned to the staring students “Class, please take note. If someone is in need of help it is always best to stop and help.” He turned back to a now blushing Damian and Anya “ Mr. Desmond please take her to the infirmary and please do take your time, we don't want that injury to get worse!”

Damian nodded with a hue of pink on his face and was about to turn around to head to the infirmary until Schlag called “WAIT! I just looked in his bag. Your “perfect gentleman” Mr. Desmond did not bring his Handkerchief. He cannot get off that easily we do have rule and requirements that we do follow” she said, smirking  “ As for Ms. Forger her bag was fine.”

~sniffle Sniffle~

Anya finally looked up from Damian’s shoulder, whipping her face with Damian’s handkerchief that he gave her earlier. “He gave me his Hanky ~sniffle~ earlier becu- because i was cr-crying. ~sniffle~ Please if any-one sho-should get in trouble i-it should be me” she said as she was still crying. 

Damian was looking at her wide-eyed and speechless. 

The class was looking at them wide-eyed and speechless.

Rahden was behind Schlag wide-eyed holding their bags.

Becky, Emile and Ewen were all side-eyeing each other and smirking.

“Saying that I’m surprised is an understatement, this is TREMENDOUSLY ELEGANT BEHAVIOR. Please Mr. Desmond go now Ms.Forger seems to be in pain from her injury and you have done everything an Elegant Gentleman would do please do not worry i will take everything here. Rahden please give them their bags so they can go” 

Rahden handed Damian the bags and with that Damian slightly bowed to the Professor and turned and walked towards the infirmary. 

Schlag was in shock she has never seen someone handle a situation like Mr. Desmond. Henderson was correct, Mr. Desmond was extremely elegant. 

“Well Professor, you have this taken care of. Rahden and I will take our leave now”  she stated and retreated from the hall.

The students all went back to their seats. 

Professor Henderson told them to get into groups for now and have study time since he knew they had a test later in the day. 

Becky ,Emile and Ewen all sat together. Their books are on their desk but that's the last thing they’re talking about.

“Do you think it's finally going to happen? Will they actually realize that they have feelings for eachother?” Ewen said 

“The boss man said he doesn't like Anya like that, but then he pulls a stunt like this? You guys know this is all anyone will be talking about all week” Emile said.

“Well I think they will hopefully realize it sooner rather than  later. It’s literally been over a decade of them “Having noOoO Feelings” for each other and this is literally our last full year of school. When we see them later, why don't you guys talk to Damin in the dorm and I will talk to Anya about what happened and see where they are with each other? Something Obviously happened this morning… Maybe they both just need a little push in the right direction. Anya and I are going to the new bakery today so I will be with her after school! Sounds good?”

They all nodded in agreement.

A/N: Hi, so this whole fic (there will be a few chapters if this one goes well) is inspired by IU’s song Love Wins All and Some songs from Ariana Grandes Eternal Sunshine album. We are here for the sad girl vibes. Everyone is aged up in the fic (it’s like last year of school for them!! There will be eventual romance/smut and all that but we have to build up to that. So we shall see how this goes. Also i have NEVER posted my work before so pls lmk how this was. If it goes weill i will post the next chapter. Sorry if this is trash.

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[ashwritesmonsters]

The Thru-Hiker (part 2)

Female Reader x Male Mothperson (Desmond)

Prev: [Interlude] Next: [Part 3] Words: 2.9k Note: Yes, this story is alive! Don't mind me just editing things like 80 times 😭

As you wake gently to the sun shining through old lace curtains, you enjoy a delicious moment of not quite knowing where you are. Your body feels rested properly for the first time in ages, and the bed underneath you feels impossible to get up from. This all changes when you remember you're in Willow Grove, on the second floor of Evangeline's Bed & Breakfast, and running into Desmond again is a very real possibility. The town was a tiny one, after all, and Moths like Desmond literally stood head and shoulders above the humans, Selkies, and Lupines in town.

With the possibility of seeing him again giving you much needed motivation to get out of bed—you literally imagine yourself hugging him and nuzzling into his soft neck fuzz—you quickly freshen up with an indulgent hot shower and throw on some fresh clothes. You never realized how much you missed wearing things like leggings and sweaters until you wore nothing but purpose-made hiking gear for months. 

The moment you step out of your cozy room, you're dragged by the nose downstairs towards the aroma of fresh croissants. As you step into the kitchen, Evangeline pulls a baking sheet with half a dozen of them out of the oven, her tail wagging with satisfaction.

"Good morning, dear," she greets you, moving with impressive speed to set out a plate and silverware for you in the breakfast nook. "How did you sleep?"

"Perfectly," you reply, playing hot potato with a fresh croissant as you sit at your plate. 

"I've forgotten how nice it is to sleep in a real bed. I seriously considered never getting up."

"Well that just wouldn't do!" She smiles warmly, baring her sharp canines. "Otherwise, who would I share breakfast with?" She turns her back on you for a moment to reach for jugs on the counter. "Coffee, orange juice, water?" She offers.

"Coffee, please," you ask. You heft your camera off your shoulder strap and onto the table, where it's joined by a mug of steaming coffee. You don't have to be a coffee snob to tell by smell alone that this is better than the freeze-dried stuff you had with you on the trail.

"You're a photographer, I take it?" Evangeline asks, eyeing your toaster-sized camera.

"I am," you say between bites of warm croissant. She smiles as you enjoy her delicious handiwork.

"Is that what brings you to Willow Grove?"

You think while you chew. Yes, you could tell her that you're here because you hiked five months to find a Moth you hooked up with in the woods, whose full name and contact info you don't even know, and you're sorta hoping to just bump into him in town and...

"Pretty much," you lie. "I took lots of photos on the trail, and I guess I didn't want to go straight back to the big city. Willow Grove is a very pretty town." That last part is honest.

"Well you are in for a treat." Evangeline leans in, elbows on the counter. She's proud of her town and her tail wagging is proof. "If you're looking for something to do today, I'd love to help you with some recommendations of mine."

"That would be lovely." Just like that, your croissant is nothing but crumbs, so you sip your coffee.

"Well, I think you should start at our library." Evangeline reads your mind and grabs you another warm croissant. "I'm sure you would find the archival photos there interesting. There are some from nearly a hundred years ago on the microfiche."

"Wow. That's pretty good archiving." You start working on the second croissant. You're drawn in by the chance to see this town in photos a century old. The town already feels so steeped in history; you'd love being able to see it for real.

"For a town this size it's unheard of. The library really is the centerpiece of the town. It's the only building with three stories and it's a beauty, too. It's all red brick and stained glass on the outside, with stained wood and brass fittings on the inside. It's pretty enough to photograph on its own, now that I think of it."

"I'll have to do that, then," you chew. "Thank you for the recommendation, Evangeline. I'd be lost without your help."

"Of course, dear. Don't hesitate come by and chat with me again."

You nod eagerly and thank her again. Between Evangeline's generosity and the small town charm, Willow Grove was growing on you. Once you finish your coffee and croissant, your camera finds itself slung on your shoulder once again and you set off, stepping out into the crisp Autumn air.

The walk to the library is a pleasant one, with the scent of fallen leaves and woodsmoke in the air. As you approach the building, you see what Evangeline meant when she said it was the town's centerpiece. The red brick exterior is adorned with intricate stained-glass windows depicting scenes of nature and the townspeople. Where the morning light shines on the exterior just right, you frame a shot and snap a photo.

Stepping inside, you're greeted by the rich, dark wood interior that oozes warmth and history. If you weren't drawn here by the lure of the archival photos (and didn't have a Mothman to find), you'd want nothing more than to curl up in a warm corner and finish a book in one sitting. Your eyes are drawn to the towering bookshelves that seem to reach for the heavens, each equipped with rolling ladders to access the highest volumes.

Following Evangeline's advice, you make your way to the microfiche room, eager to delve into the historical photographs she had mentioned. Upon entering, you find yourself alone under the dim lighting with only the sound of analogue machinery as various machines hum and click around you.

You take a seat at one of the microfiche machines, both eager and intimidated. You're no stranger to old tech, but you've never used one of these, and the machine's knobs and scroll wheels seem don't match anything you've used before. With determination, you begin to attempt operation, threading a nearby spool of delicate film through the machine and squinting at the projected images on the screen.

Despite your best efforts, the machine proves stubborn and uncooperative. The images refuse to focus properly, and the scroll wheel seems to have a mind of its own as it either moves too fast or not at all. Growing increasingly frustrated, you ball your hands into fists and fight the urge to smack the machine. You'd probably end up more damaged than the machine if you did.

"Ugh," you mutter under your breath, trying to channel your patience and remind yourself that it's just an old machine. "Why won't you cooperate?"

Taking a deep breath, you look around the dimly lit room, seeking solace in the quiet space. As your eyes adjust to the low light, you notice the intricate details of the machinery and the countless reels of microfiche waiting to be explored. Thinking about the long history of this town and the fact you're only one of many people determined to photograph it and record its charm calms you down a bit.

You refocus your attention on the stubborn machine, steeling yourself for another attempt at coaxing it into cooperation.

Just as you're about to touch the scroll wheel again, a gentle tap on your shoulder startles you. Your heart leaps into your throat as you spin around, only to find Desmond standing behind you with a warm smile on his face. 

"Hey there," he says softly, his big red eyes sparkling with amusement. "Need a hand?"

"Desmond!" you exclaim, unable to contain your joy at seeing him again. With a mix of delight and relief, you sweep him into a tight hug, lifting his featherlight frame off the ground for a moment. His fluffy wings flutter against your back, and you can't help but smile even wider.

"Wow, someone got pretty swole on the trail," Desmond jokes awkwardly as you set him back down, his chitinous features accentuating his shy grin. "I'm glad to see you too."

"Sorry, I just got carried away," you apologize, cheeks burning a little. "It's been so long since we last saw each other."

"Yeah, it really has," he agrees, rubbing the back of his neck. "How have things been for you since we... parted ways?"

"Tiring, but good," you reply, trying to focus on the positive aspects of hiking and living like a caveman. "I actually finished the trail just a few days ago. You weren't kidding when you said the town was right near the trail's end."

"Well, welcome back to civilization. I don't need to reintegrate you to society do I?" He teases.

"Shut up," you land a playful shove against his shoulder. "What are you doing in the library, anyway? You haven't been stalking me since I got into town, have you?" You tease back.

"Actually, I work here. It's what I did before I hiked the trail and it's good to be back."

Desmond the Librarian just seems too fitting for him. "How's life as a librarian?" You ask.

"Quiet, mostly," Desmond admits with a chuckle. "But I like it. It gives me time to read and watch old movies, which is nice. Plus, I get to help people find what they're looking for, whether it's a book or a piece of microfiche."

"Speaking of which," you say, gesturing toward the stubborn machine, "any tips on how to make this damn thing work?"

"Of course," Desmond says, stepping closer to the microfiche machine. With a few deft movements of his slender fingers, he adjusts the knobs and scroll wheels, and the image on the screen comes into focus.

"Thanks," you say with relief. "I was about to give up on this thing."

"Anytime," he replies with a warm smile. Then, he glances around for a moment before leaning in slightly, voice hushed as if by instinct in the quiet library. "Hey, do you want to see something really cool?"

"Sure, what is it?" you ask, your curiosity piqued.

"Come with me," Desmond says, leading you out of the dimly lit microfiche room and toward a staircase tucked away in the back corner of the library. "There's a private office upstairs with an amazing view of the town. I think you'll like it."

As you ascend the stairs, you notice the atmosphere shifting from the cozy bustle of the library to a serene, quieter space. The dark wood paneling continues upwards, and the scent of old books melds with the faintest hint of dust.

Desmond opens the door to the private office, revealing a room filled with antique furniture and more floor-to-ceiling bookshelves. A large, arched window dominates one wall, offering a stunning view of Willow Grove below.

"Wow, this place is incredible," you breathe, taking in the beauty of the room and the town beyond. Townspeople below mill about, getting ready for a lazy morning. You can see the cafes on the main street starting to fill up and people driving their cars on the winding roads to the neighboring towns.

"I thought you might like it," Desmond says, a hint of pride in his voice. "It's one of my favorite spots in the library."

You both step closer to the window, absorbing the breathtaking view and enjoying each other's company in the peaceful atmosphere of the office.

"You know, um..." Desmond starts, fidgeting with his neck fluff, "I'm happy to see you again. I'm glad decided to find me again."

"Me too." You sidle up to him, enjoying the warmth of one of his wings. "I worried you'd think I was crazy, or you'd have gotten over me, or..."

Desmond stops you. "No, not at all. "I'll admit, this would have been much easier if I just gave you my number," he chuckles, "but it just didn't feel right back then, you know? But now that some time has passed and I've gotten to be on my own for a bit... this feels right, having you with me."

"Thank you," you reply, touched by his words. Your heart swells, and the knowledge that Desmond is just as happy as you are to be here has your face filling with warmth. If Evangeline's croissants were a feeling, they'd be closest to the sensation of Desmond wrapping a soft, warm, fuzzy wing around you as you both watch Willow Grove come to life.

Just as you're about to stand on your tiptoes to plant a kiss on him somewhere, the door behind you swings open.

"Desmond, I need to talk to you about..." The voice, strong and low like dark chocolate, trails off as the Mothwoman enters the room and spots you. Immediately, an aura of coldness and intimidation emanates from her, making the air heavy with tension. She's taller even than Desmond, and her black wings, spiderwebbed with streaks of white, wrap around her like a cloak.

"Who is this?" she demands, her gaze fixed on you. The warmth in the room dissipates like a snuffed out candle.

"Mom, this is my friend," Desmond says, trying to defuse the situation. "We met on the Appalachian Trail a while back."

"Friend?" Samara narrows her eyes, suspicious of your presence. Her overprotectiveness of Desmond is palpable, making you feel like an intruder in their world.

"Nice to meet you, Mrs... um..." You stammer, offering your hand in a polite gesture.

"Samara," she replies icily, ignoring your extended hand. She turns her attention back to Desmond. "You never mentioned any new friends from your trip."

"Ah, well, we just recently got back in touch," Desmond explains, his voice wavering slightly under his mother's scrutiny.

"Is that so?" Samara regards you with a steely gaze, her tone accusatory. She begins asking terse, probing questions, attempting to assess you as if you were a threat. "How did you meet? Why are you here in Willow Grove?"

"Um, we met by chance on the trail," you respond, feeling uneasy under her intense stare. "As for the rest, I'm just here to take some photographs. It's a hobby of mine." You try to remain polite, but can't help being taken aback by her coldness.

"Photographs," she repeats skeptically, looking you up and down. There's something unspoken in her expression, a hint of distrust that you can't quite decipher.

"Mom, please," Desmond interjects, coming to your defense. "It's really not a big deal. We're just catching up."

"Fine," Samara relents, her tone still chilly. "But don't plan on spending all day with her. You're needed at the circulation desk soon." With that, she gives you one last lingering glare before turning and leaving the room as abruptly as she had entered.

You stand there in the wake of her departure, heart pounding, as the atmosphere slowly begins to return to near-normal.

"Sorry about that," Desmond says with an apologetic grimace. "My mom can be a bit... overprotective."

"Is she always like this?" you ask, still reeling from the encounter.

"Unfortunately, yes," he admits. "Especially lately, with the town's Founding Festival coming up. She's been under a lot of stress." He rubs the back of his neck sheepishly before continuing, "I guess I should let you know she's the mayor of Willow Grove, so the responsibility of overseeing the whole event falls on her."

"Your mom is the mayor?" Your jaw goes a bit slack. Having his mom dislike you is one thing, but when she runs the whole town? You try to shake off the lingering unease, focusing instead on the warmth of Desmond's wing as he returns to your side and rests his hand on your shoulder.

"Yeah," he chuckles nervously. "She's a bit of a local celebrity around here. I'm really sorry for how she acted towards you. I promise, it's not personal."

"Thanks," you say, managing a small smile. "I appreciate you sticking up for me."

"Of course," Desmond replies, his gentle eyes meeting yours. "You're important to me, and I don't want my mom's behavior to drive you away."

The sincerity in his voice makes your heart flutter, but there's also a pang of disappointment. When he had introduced you as "just a friend" earlier, it had stung a little, even though you understood why he did it. You wonder if that's all you can be to him when Samara is around – just a friend.

Desmond seems to sense your uncertainty, and hesitantly reaches out to take your hand. "Hey," he says softly, "if you're up for it, I'd love to take you on a real date soon. Somewhere outside of this dusty old library."

"Really?" The hopefulness in your chest flares up at his words.

"Absolutely," he confirms, giving your hand a reassuring squeeze. "I want to show you the town and get to know you even better."

"Then I'd love that," you reply, feeling a mix of emotions, but still hopeful. Willow Grove seems like a town just magical enough to make this work, no matter how much warming up Desmond's mom needs before she gives up the cold shoulder.

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[themuse-if]

A polycule with all the Rebel Rejects?! Say no more I may feint from joy! jokes aside that would be cool, BUT as I've come to learn writing and coding PolyRoms can be insane and taxing so while yeah cool and desired I can enjoy this game 100% without it. Since I'm here I'd love to get the RO's reacts from being gifted a self made teddy plush (or whatever their fav animal is) from the MC.

Anyways I hope you're doing well, sending good vibes and well wishes your way.

Hey! Yeah I'm sure it'll be quite the task, but I think it'll be a really fun path to write even if it is pretty challenging. Everyone is so excited about it which just makes me want to write it that much more! Ok moving on to this super cute scenario! Let's say that they are already official and this is the first gift MC is giving them while dating. And they're just hanging out in MC's dorm room.

Roxanne/Robbie: *MC hands Ro a handmade wolf plushie* Aren't you just as sweet as can be. *grabs MC's chin and places a soft kiss on MC's lips* Thank you. *looks deep into MC's eyes* This is one of the sweetest things anyone has done for me.

Joleen/Johnny: *MC hands Jo a handmade dog plushie* Oh! Oh wow it's so cute. You're... just...how're you so great? *gives MC a sweet kiss on the cheek*

Delphine/Desmond: *MC hands De a handmade turtle plushie* This is so adorable, just like you. Now I need to give you something. Are you hungry? *MC says yeah and tells De what they're craving* Ok let's go to the store I'm making you dinner. *grabs MC's hand as they head out*

Rina/Ren: *MC hands R a handmade tarantula plushie* Thanks. It's really...*cracks a smile* creepy cute. *MC asks if they like it* What do you mean? *tackles MC, and looks down at them* Of course I like it. Plus you made it with your own hands, which just makes it that much more special. *gets shy and scrambles off of MC*

Everly/Everett: *MC hands Eve a handmade dog plushie* A token of your affection, handmade just for me. *wipes a faux tear* I am in awe and truly touched. *MC cracks up laughing* I really do love it though. I'm going to take it everywhere and make sure everyone knows that it was made just for me by MC. *gives MC a lingering kiss*

Karla: *MC hands Karla a handmade cat plushie* Thanks babe. *cheesy grin* It's so cute, you're so cute. How did I get so lucky? *sighs, and traces thumb over MC's lips* You're just...never-mind I don't want to get to sappy.

Faye: *MC hands Faye a handmade chinchilla plushie* OH MY GOD! This is so freaking cute! You made this? Oh my God. *gets teary eyed* Thank you...so much. Sorry I don't want to make this weird, it's just rare that people do things for me... *Hugs MC super tightly, pulls back and tries to laugh of the serious moment* You're too sweet. *boops MC on the nose*

Sebastien: *MC hands Seb a handmade lion plushie* Mon cœur ne supporte pas autant de soleil. You continue to amaze me. *pulls MC in for a sweet, but firm kiss* Let's go out you, me and notre petit lion. Suddenly I'm in the mood for something sweet, my treat of course. (roughly translates to my heart can't handle that much sunshine and our little lion)

Maxine: *MC hands Max a handmade hedgehog plushie* I love it! The perfect addition to my little collection. How many have you made me now? One for every birthday since you learned how...so this is 4. I will continue the theme of naming them after famous actors. There's Helena Hedgeman Harter, Halle Hedgeberry, Hugh Hedgeman, and this one will be Heath Hedger. *MC and Max erupt into a fit of laughter*

Silas: *MC hands Silas a handmade dog plushie* Thank you MC. *pats MC on the head* This is very sweet, I'll put it somewhere safe. *MC asks Silas what he means* What do I mean? I mean I really love it, I just can't let anyone see it, not yet. I don't want anyone asking questions, ending up with us getting caught. I really like you, we just have to stay under the radar until you're no longer my advisee. *pulls MC close and give them a soft kiss, and sighs* Thank you for being so understanding.

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[isa-belle1367]

Hi I hope you are well. I have a question for you. How do you think Desmond would react being flung back to Rome, 1500 (AC Brotherhood) shortly before Ezio arrived? Extra layer is he is sixteen again.

SAY LESS OMG but I kind of want Ezio to find Desmond right as he gets flung back when hes the most confused and still figuring everything out. For drama!

"Desmond, don't listen to her! She wants to trick you!" Minerva called out.

"If I don't the world will burn!" I countered.

"Better to burn then unleash her onto it."

Juno spoke up. "Desmond, this is the only way!"

She was right. The world was crumbling around us, the earth shook violently, nearly throwing me to the ground. There was no other choice. I needed to stop this.

I turned to my friends. "Get as far away as you can!"

My dad grabbed my shoulder. "No, we'll find another way-"

I cut him off. "There's no time. Go now!" I yelled at them.

He gave me a pained look; I could tell he wanted to argue, to drag me from the temple, but we both knew. I needed to do this, so the earth would be saved, so they would be saved.

He gave me one final hug, before quickly turning to push Rebecca and Shaun out of the temple.

I turned back to the eye.

"Don't do this Desmond!" Minerva cried.

"You have to!" Juno shouted.

I took a deep breath, hovering my hand over the eye. I knew I wasn't getting out of this; this was the end of my story.

"I'm sorry Minerva." I pressed my hand down on the eye.

The last thing I heard was Minerva crying out "Wait Desm-"

I was enveloped in pain; I felt my body burning from the inside out. My hand tried to pull away from the eye, but I couldn't. My hand was stuck to the eye.

Everything around me began to fade away. Soon even the pain faded away. I was left with nothing, floating in an emptiness forever.

I don't know how long I stayed like that, but soon a voice that seemed to come from everywhere and nowhere spoke up.

"No, it's not right. He needs more time." The voice echoed. It sounded old, older than the earth. Older than the stars.

A new voice spoke up, but this one sounded like a young child, full of innocence and purity. "Then change it."

"But what to do with him?" The old voice asked.

"Put him with something familiar, he deserves it after all."

The old voice hummed in thought. "I know, how about this?"

With that, my entire world change, I could see, smell, and fuck feel again. While the void was peaceful, it wasn't me.

I gasped clutching my side, as I doubled over. My hand connected with stone. I felt like I had just woken up from a millennia long nap, my limbs felt numb. I looked down at my hand on the stone beneath me. It felt familiar?

I looked up, I was in an alleyway. Just outside of the alley was a bustling market. Everyone was dressed like it was the 1500s. Was this some kind of renaissance fair?

I looked down at my body, I was still in my jeans and hoodie, but they either grew, or I shrunk.

"What happened?" I muttered to myself. My voice was raspy like I hadn't drunken water for a month. I looked down at my body, something was different. I noticed my limbs were lankier and more awkward. I was also much skinnier and shorter than before. I also noticed my hair was longer, much longer. It covered my eyes making it slightly difficult to see.

Just then someone walked past the alley. His voice grabbed my attention.

"Machiavelli, we need the trust of the people."

I froze, looking up. It couldn't be...

Just a few feet ahead of me, was Ezio Auditore, speaking to Machiavelli. I blinked, then blinked again.

"Ezio?" I muttered out loud. It was barely audible.

Ezio glanced down the alley, his eyes landing on me. He quickly whispered something to Machiavelli before starting towards me.

My mind was racing. What do I do? Do I run, do I scream, do I ignore him?

before I could figure out what to do, he was in front of me, he crouched down next to me.

"Hey, are you alright?" He asked.

"U-um, yeah, j-just fell..."

"That cut doesn't look like a fall." He said while pointing to my lip.

I was suddenly aware of the pain on the left side of my face. I reached up a hand, wincing as I felt the cut. It was fresh, it then dawned on me. This was the same cut that I got when I was sixteen. But how had it reopened?

"I'll be fine." I said as I tried to stand up. I had to use the wall for support. My legs nearly gave out from under me.

Ezio quickly pressed a hand against my back, steading me.

"Your clothes are... different. Not from here?"

I silently cursed. If I was right and this was the 1500s, of course they wouldn't have jeans and hoodies.

"Um, no." I said as I began to make my way out of the alley.

Ezio stood in front of me before I could get any farther. "That cut does not look good, you should see a doctor."

I reached up a hand, blood continued to poor out of the cut, making me lightheaded. I should go to a doctor, but I had no money.

"I don't have money." I mumbled.

Ezio glanced around. "Well, I'm new to the city as well, so why don't we go meet up with my friend and find a doctor."

I paused for a moment. Walking with Ezio and Machiavelli could allow me to clear my head and help me figure out what the hell was going on.

I decided to take Ezio up on his offer, I nodded.

"Alright, c'mon." Ezio said while leading me out of the alley back towards Machiavelli, who was looking rather impatient.

Machiavelli, stood with his arms crossed, while tapping his foot.

"Are you finally done?" He asked impatiently.

Ezio just sighed. "Do you know where a doctor is, he's injured."

Machiavelli looked me up and down, clearly staring at my clothes.

I fumbled with my sleeve. I was now suddenly aware of the fact that my hidden blade had come with me, and the only thing that was hiding it was my sleeve.

He sighed, turning back to Ezio. "None that the Borgia will let us use."

"So, the Borgia's word is law now?" Ezio asked.

"What are you implying?"

While they talked, I looked at my surroundings. It was a crowded market near a blacksmith. I glanced to the other side, looking up. I saw a large Borgia tower looming nearby.

"And how would you even remove their influence?" Machiavelli demanded.

I spoke up. "Kill the captain, burn down the tower." I said while pointing to the nearby tower.

They both stared at me.

Ezio spoke up first. "I like his thinking." He said with a grin.

"Ezio, you can't possibly be considering this."

"I'm not considering it; I've already decided I'm going to do it." Ezio stated while beginning to make his way towards the tower.

"Do you even have a plan?" Machiavelli demanded.

"I'm improvising." He said with a shrug.

Once we made it over to the tower, Ezio turned to me.

"Kid, stay with Machiavelli."

I nodded, to tired and lightheaded to argue.

I sat down, leaning against the stable wall, I watch as Ezio disappeared into a crowd of people. Once I could no longer see him, I leaned my head against the stable wall, trying to stop my head from spinning.

What was even happening, based on my appearance, I had a pretty good hunch I was somehow sixteen again. I was also back in the 1500s. What was I going to do? Had I saved the world? Was this Minerva's doing? I had so many questions.

Machiavelli spoke up, breaking me out of my thoughts. "What's your name?"

I opened my eyes to look up at him, "Desmond."

His eyes widened a bit. "...Desmond?"

I nodded. "Hey, are you sure that there isn't a doctor nearby."

He was about to say something, but a loud explosion sounded from inside of the Borgia area.

I looked over to see Ezio leaping from a burning building into a cart full of hay.

Everyone was rushing around, panicking from the loud sound and fire. One of the Borgia guards came running out yelling "The captains dead!"

Ezio walked over to us. "I don't think the Borgia will give us any more trouble."

I stood up, bracing myself against the wall. "I think my unconscious body will give you some trouble if we don't find a doctor." I stated dryly.

Ezio looked over his shoulder, he scanned the area before his eyes lit up. "Look there's a doctor over there, let's get you patched up." He stated while helping me walk down the street.

After a long hour at the doctor, and me adamantly refusing to allow letches anywhere near me. I could finally leave.

I walked out into the street with Ezio, Machiavelli had left shortly after we made it to the doctor.

Ezio turned to me. "I never caught your name by the way."

"Desmond." I stated.

Ezio froze. "What?"

"My name is-" Then it hit me.

I silently cursed my scrambled memory. Desmond was the name Minerva spoke, the name that Desmond had thought about for most of his life.

I quickly cleared my throat. "u-um we should go find me some new clothes. my shirt is drenched in blood." I stated desperately hoping to change the topic.

I began to walk around looking for a tailor, but Ezio grabbed my shoulder, pulling me back to him.

Normally Ezio would only be about two inches taller than me. But now I was a scrawny teenager. Ezio now loomed over me, and he was quite intimidating.

"Your name is Desmond?" He questioned.

I swallowed, "Y-yeah, f-family name." I stuttered out.

He gave me a look before letting go of my shoulder. "We should go find a tailor to get you some new clothes."

I sighed, relaxing my shoulders a bit. "Yeah, we should." I said while turning away from him and beginning to make my way down the street.

I would have to be more careful with what I tell him now.

We quickly found a tailor. It was a small shop with not a lot of items, but it would have to do.

I bought a shirt, and pants that actually fit me. As I was getting changed, I looked down at my arm, and I nearly passed out.

Underneath my hidden blade, my hand and most of my forearm was completely blackened out. I quickly took off the hidden blade, to examine my arm closer. This was the hand that I had pressed onto the eye. On my knuckles were tiny circles with lines running up my arm.

I cursed, how the hell was I going to hide this. With my hoodie, it was way larger than me so I could use the sleeve to hide my arm. But now these clothes actually fit. I could hide the hidden blade, but not the discoloration. Ezio was already suspicious of me because my name was Desmond.

I sighed; guess I would just have to get some gloves and hope I can hide it until then.

I quickly strapped my blade back to my wrist, before pulling on my shirt and pants. They were quite comfortable actually.

I sighed, preparing myself. I walked out of the small dressing room. Ezio was waiting for me, chatting with the tailor.

I angled my arm so he couldn't see it. Once Ezio spotted me, he quickly walked over to me, grining.

"Now those clothes actually fit you." He stated.

I smiled, "Where too next?"

Ezio looked outside, "It is getting late, I was going to go meet up with Machiavelli. Do you have some where to stay?"

I pursed my lips. looking down at the ground.

Ezio seemed to understand. "Here, why don't I bring you with me to go meet up with Machiavelli until we find you some place to stay?"

I nodded. This way I could hopefully figure out more, and if all goes to hell, I could just find a way to convince Ezio to train me.

"Alright, let's go." Ezio stated, while directing me out of the tailor's

(This is so random but the 2 voices that were speaking right after Desmond touched the eye were meant to be the physical representations of time and wisdom, you guys can guess which is which)

#assassin's creed #desmond miles #ezio auditore #assassins creed brotherhood #machiavelli #silly desmond #time travel au

[venusleontios55555]

HMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM?

So you are telling me this is not an overprotective father?

HMMMMMMMMMMMMMM?

It seems that Loid is becoming more of a father figure with each passing chapter...

CHARACTER DEVELOPMENT BITCHES!

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[pandoradoesotherstuff]

A/N: Happy early birthday to my beloved @astrandofgold/@ragingdumpsterfire/@leodoodlesstuff!! I hope this Delsin fluff lives up to your expectations and brings you some joy on your special day. 💙❤️💙❤️

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You wake up early to the sound of someone shuffling about your apartment and the kitchen cabinets banging. Which was weird because your roommate wasn't due back for a couple of days. You slip quietly out of bed and crack the door open a peek, relief flooding your body when you see the familiar red beanie of your boyfriend just over the edge of the counter.

You open the door silently, crossing your arms over your chest as you wait for him to notice you. He stands back up after a minute or two with a large plate in his hands and a bag of doughnuts clamped between his teeth. Delsin quickly sets them down when he notices you at last, a lopsided grin gracing his handsome features.

"Morning sweetness. I didn't wake you up, did I?"

"Only a lot." You tease before walking over and wrapping your arms around him, contentedly breathing in his natural smoke laced musky scent.

"Happy birthday." He says while hugging you tight and dropping a quick kiss to the top of your head.

"Thanks, all the better for seeing you. But what the hell are raiding my cabinets for at this time?"

"I wasn't raiding, I was preparing," he replies with faux innocence. "And besides, you interrupted me. But here." Delsin holds out a takeaway cup of coffee from your favourite place with what looks like "Desmond" scribbled on the side. He then tips the bag of doughnuts out onto the plate rather unceremoniously, sending powered sugar all over the countertop.

"Only the very best breakfast for my dearest side kick on their birthday."

You spend a fun morning with Delsin on the couch drinking coffee, eating the fresh still slightly hot doughnuts, goofing off, and talking about anything and everything in-between. Like how the tribe were doing, how Del almost gives Reggie a heart attack every other day, how your own latest art piece was coming along, and if you needed any more art supplies to help complete it.

You couldn't remember the last time you'd had such a pleasant birthday, and this was only the beginning of the day.

* * * * *

The rest of your day (until you meet Delsin later on in the evening) is spent doing whatever you want. You had the house to yourself with your roommate being gone, so you put on some of your favourite records from your extensive collection and relaxed with some gentle yoga before heading to your small art studio to work on some new portrait pieces. It was a blissful self-indulgent kind of day, and why not, after all, it's not like every day is your birthday!

Before you know it, it's time to get ready for the "big amazing super special birthday surprise" that Delsin has planned, whatever that is. You go for a long shower, making sure to take your time getting ready so you can look your absolute best for him. Picking out the clothes you know he likes best on you and gently applying his favourite scent on your skin.

You're adding the finishing touches when you hear a knock at the front door. Huh, he's early for once. You grab your keys as you make your way over, teasing words dying in your throat when you see how well your boyfriend has cleaned up. He wore a red checkered shirt, with a black waistcoat, black faded jeans that were ripped at the knees, and his usual sneakers. But the thing that surprised you most was that he wasn't wearing the red beanie that was usually glued to his dead. Instead, his chin length glossy black hair was down and loose, framing his face perfectly.

You open your mouth to say something, anything, but you can't say a single word, just staring at him open-mouthed. Delsin grins sheepishly, rubbing at the back of his head.

"Like what you see, sweetness?" He teases. You finally close your mouth, heat colouring your cheeks, eyes looking anywhere except at him with embarrassment.

"What do you think?" You mumble rhetorically, looking down at the floor.

"You're not looking so bad yourself." He pulls you in for a kiss before you can even say anything else. His lips catch yours sweetly, hands resting lightly on your hips as you taste coffee on his breath. You can't resist bringing your hands up to his hair, running your fingers through the silky strands. He finally pulls back, eyes a little darker as he looks down at you.

"We should get going before I change my mind".

You can't help but laugh as he grabs your hand and quickly leads you away.

* * * * *

You walk hand in hand with Delsin through the city as the sun starts to slowly sink in the sky, bathing everything in red and orange light. It was a fun journey, Del sharing heroic (and probably slightly exaggerated) stories of his escapades as "Banner man". After a short while you reach the ruins of the space needle, you can't help but look up in awe at the sheer size of it.

"Ready for a ride?" Delsin smirks.

"Huh?" You don't even get the chance to answer as he scoops you up immediately into his arms bridal style.

"Hold tight!" In a streak of smoke and light, your conduit boyfriend takes off, leaping from structure to structure, climbing higher and higher up the tower as you cling tightly around his neck. Giggling slightly hysterically all the while.

"Aaaand, we're here! You can quit strangling me now sweetness". Delsin gently sits you down, holding on to your waist as you try to stop the world from spinning. It was always something to travel by conduit speed.

You take a deep breath once you feel completely upright again and open your eyes. You're now standing on the large open platform at the top of the tower. The former DUP billboard has been painted over in all your favourite colours. It's bright and bold with a large elegant looping script that reads "happy fucking birthday!". Delsin takes hold of your hand gently, leading you over to a small round table set up with an intimate candlelight dinner for two.

"Del, I...-"

"-As much as I love to hear you praising me, this is only the beginning. So just hold that thought, alright?"

You playfully roll your eyes before his lips meet yours, silencing any other thoughts you may have had. His large hands pull your body in close to his, your arms coming up round his neck again, bodies swaying to music only you both can hear as your lips work together softly, telling silent secrets that only lovers know. Delsin pulls back with a soft expression that was only for you. Everything was always for you. He's looking at you like you're the only thing in existence, and for a moment, you believe it.

.......Until fireworks start going off nearby, breaking the spell.

You rest your forehead on his shoulder, laughing to yourself before turning to watch the show. They bang and pop loudly, exploding into flowers of bright neon colours in the night sky. Delsin kisses your cheek before resting his chin on your shoulder and wrapping his arms around you.

"Happy birthday sweetness".

#infamous second son #delsin rowe x reader #delsin rowe #delsin rowe fic #happy birthday early leo!! 🥳🥳

[avalentina]

Harry Styles and The Most Difficult Time of the Year!

It's here! The first one-shot for my Holiday Spectacular.

“Lovie, we’ve been at this for hours, are you done yet?” H asked me. H as in Harry Styles, my boyfriend, who is being a very good sport while helping me with my Christmas Shopping.

“I’d be closer to being done if you would actually tell me what you want for Christmas H.” I reply in a slightly snarky manner as ive been attempting to get my answer to this question out of him since September.

“All I want for Christmas is You, baby.” H said back.

“Mariah Carey? Seriously H?” I say before turning into a kitchenware stall at the Christmas Market, and selecting a bells with holly cookie cutter for my mother. I’ve been giving her one every year since I was 6 and she let me help her make the sugar cookies. “Now I just need something for your mum,” I say after tucking the cookie cutter into the bag with the gifts for my dad, sister, and brother.

“I already have our gift for my mum.” H says to me, and quite matter of factly at that. “Now come on, let's get some cocoa to go, I wanna wrap you up, tie you in a bow, and put you under the Christmas tree for me.” You both laugh at that.

A few hours later, you've finally returned from the market and are getting your big wrapping station set up in your art room. It's huge. Big enough for quite literally every medium of art you do. Harry was happy to adjust his renovation plans when you agreed to move in with him just shy of a year ago. There are only two things in this lower level, your art room, and Harry's Studio. The music softly making its way through the sound panels for the instruments and that first croon Harry does. Though lately, Harry has been having the sound proofing on so nothing goes beyond his studio walls. And whenever you ask him about it his answer is the exact same, “You'll hear it one day Lovie, it is for you after all. Not until that one day though, there will be no spoilers.” That last line is your favorite because he glares at his mates, Mitch and Kid especially since he knows you're pretty close with them.

Now as Harry is chilling in the lounge chair in your art room singing acoustic Christmas songs while you wrap gifts, you stop every so often and turn to him.

“H, I need the present for your mum so I can wrap it.” You say and he just smiles at you before getting himself back into the song.

Finally after hours of wrapping, Anne's gift is the only one left and you still don't have it.

“Harold Edward Styles, I need the gift for your mum, NOW!” You give him your best death glare, hoping it will scare him at least a little bit, after all, you're no fun when you're mad.

He runs over to the studio and comes back with a little black wooden ring box with Le Raoulivere engraved into it. He sets it in your hands and you open it automatically.

“It's empty H.”

“Mum's old one for the ring from Robin broke, so we're getting her a very, very nice new one.” H says and I go to wrap it in the blue snowflake paper I have when h interrupts again. “Can you use the sleeping puppies wearing Santa hats one instead please love?” He asks very politely and you just sigh before wrapping it up in the paper Harry wanted.

“Thank you my love!” He says with a kiss when the bin is all packed up with the presents.

*****

December 24th

We're all dressed up. Harry has on his suit he hugged Stanley Tucci in at the Brits. You're in a midi silver dress with white Mary Janes and a small white clutch. The house is decorated, the presents are under the tree, the appetizers are in the ovens, and the doorbell is ringing. Plenty of time to calm down and not freak out. Shit wait, that's the doorbell.

“They're here H.” You holler and run over to let everyone in. “Merry Christmas Eve!”

Your family and H’s family are both here. Your mum, Dad, sister, and brother, Anne, Desmond, Gemma and Michal, Mike and Amy were invited, but had other plans. Everyone mingled with appetizers while you and Harry prepped the lasagnas. When they were done you all sat around the table smiling and laughing with each other. After dinner you turned on the fireplace and some soft tunes while doing gifts. When Anne unwrapped the one from you and Harry, she just smiled at you. It was a bit confusing at first, until the music switched. Harry was suddenly more anxious, and everyone else was just watching the two of you.

“What's going on?” You whispered to Harry. He smiled, pulled you over to stand in front of the Christmas tree with him, and said, “Y/N.”

You instinctively replied, “Yes H?”

“Y/N, it's the title of this song.” He answered back and let the lyrics wash over you both. You realized they were telling the story of the two of you, from colliding in a rainstorm, to you having almost no clue who he was, the time you spent apart, and him showing up at your doorstep soaking wet from rain ready to do whatever it took to get you back, and finally his little dreams for the life ahead of you two. The last line of the song was, “All you have to do is say yes to me.”

He knelt before you, took the box from Anne, and pulled the ring out of his pocket. “Mum's been on my case lately, she knew I wanted to marry you before I did. So our real gift to her, only if you want it too, is us, because all I want for Christmas is you to agree to be my wife. I love you Y/N.”

“I love you too H. And yes, yes I want to be your wife!” You let out between tears.

After sliding the ring onto your finger, H kisses you and whispers, “best Christmas ever.”

“I made you a new pendant.” You whispered back.

“I'll love it, but even more so because it's from you.”

@freedomfireflies

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[ao3feed-twiyor]

Oh bless my heart when the wolves take me away...

read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/rMPkWAb by bumblegre (vidakovix) "Oh, Ostania, Westalis, the stories our children will tell..." Or; In her late teens, Anya was able to live a relatively peaceful life, traveling to Hungaria to attend University, peace maintained long enough that Ostania and Westalis's borders were open to every other country except each other. At 20, agent twilight almost blew his cover, and the Forgers had to completely go into hiding, mostly losing contact with each other in the process. Anya, now Anna Farkas, lives in Hungaria as if she was born there, married to Damian "Farkas". Ironically, it's a marriage of convenience. At 23, war has been worse than ever. Anya wishes to live a quiet life, removed from the chaotic one she lived her parents, but fate seems to refuse to let her. She's not only pulled back to Ostania, a place she hadn't been in years- but she's pulled back to her family... ...and, well, they didn't leave each other on the best of terms. Words: 4301, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English Fandoms: SPY x FAMILY (Manga), SPY x FAMILY (Anime) Rating: Mature Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence Categories: F/M Characters: Anya Forger, Damian Desmond, Loid Forger | Twilight, Yor Briar Forger | Thorn Princess, Ewen Egeburg, Emile Elman, Becky Blackbell, Yuri Briar, Fiona Frost | Nightfall, Sylvia Sherwood | Handler, WISE Agents (SPY x FAMILY), State Security Service Characters (SPY x FAMILY), Original Characters Relationships: Damian Desmond/Anya Forger, Loid Forger | Twilight/Yor Briar Forger | Thorn Princess Additional Tags: Aged-Up Damian Desmond/Anya Forger, like by a lot, mafia, Gangs, Damian went the "I guess I'll start a gang" route, Simp Damian Desmond, Damian Desmond Loves Anya Forger, Anya Forger Needs a Hug, Dysfunctional Family, Loid Forger | Twilight is Bad at Feelings, Parent Loid Forger | Twilight, Good Parent Yor Briar Forger | Thorn Princess, Parent Yor Briar Forger | Thorn Princess, Anya Forger-centric, Fights, Action/Adventure, Crimes & Criminals, Organized Crime, Partners in Crime, Damian loves his murderous wife, Dysfunctional Relationships, Family Issues, Family Drama, Mental Health Issues, Angst, Heavy Angst, Angst and Tragedy read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/rMPkWAb

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