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phoebenpiperx · 8 months

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Kissed-ish

an HSMTMTS fanfic by phoebenpiper

Summary: Seb is missing Carlos. Big Red is missing Ashlyn. They go to see a movie starring a queer icon in a touching gay love story. What could possibly go wrong? 😉

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Seb stared at his phone...or, more specifically, at the last text he’d received from Carlos.

It was hard to believe it had been 10 days since Seb had heard anything new from the boy, but he wasn’t worried. Big Red had explained—after Seb had frantically reached out to him following Carlos’s initial 24-hour silence—that campers weren’t allowed cell phones at Camp Shallow Lake, so the lack of messages wasn’t any sort of intentional ghosting.

But that didn’t mean Seb missed Carlos any less. He was used to a non-stop barrage of snarky comments, harsh observations, and fabulous pics from his boyfriend, so the lack of communication was deafening.

Not getting to go to theatre camp with his friends had been disappointing.

And not getting to snuggle with his boyfriend for two whole weeks was difficult.

But not getting to communicate at all with any of them was nearly impossible!

Especially when he knew that Carlos wouldn’t be able to advise him regarding the logistical issues of his request.

No, Carlos never really requested—he demanded.

After all, isn’t that what all those exclamation points meant?

So Seb carefully read through the message once again:

I totally 4got!! I bought us tix to the LGBTQIA+ Stream to Screen film fest before I knew the dates of Camp Shallow Lake. YOU CAN’T LET OUR TIX GO TO WASTE!!! I’ll send you the QR codes. And I want to hear ALL ABOUT IT afterwards!!!

Seb sighed. How was he going to pull this off, since he couldn’t exactly drive a tractor into SLC for the evening?

He obviously couldn’t have his dad drive him either because the rainbow marquee was liable to make him suspect something...and Seb still wasn’t really ready for that conversation just yet. Coming out to Natalie had been hard enough!

But the no-driving thing meant that Seb would have to find someone who was not only willing to go see the movies with him but was also willing to drive all the way out to his family’s farm to pick him up AND drive him back home after.

And unfortunately, most of his closest friends were at Camp Shallow Lake with Carlos, so they obviously weren’t available. Nini was gone, too, with her moms in L.A., and Steph was away at some dance intensive.

Of course, there was always Natalie...

But for obvious reasons, she wasn’t really a viable option for this particular activity.

So who was left? Seb had been so isolated on his farm since summer started, he felt like he couldn’t even remember all his friends, so he started mentally going through the cast list for Beauty and the Beast as a sort of friend roster.

Beauty? At camp.

The Beast? At camp.

Gaston? At camp.

Le Fou?

Le Fou!

That’s it!

Big Red could drive—though his car was currently at camp with Ricky—but surely the ginger had access to a family car, right?

And Seb knew Big Red was lonely and feeling left out, too, having to work all summer in his parents’ hot pizza kitchen while both his girlfriend and his BFF were away at camp. Therefore, he’d probably jump at the chance to hang out with a fellow Wildcat for several hours in a cool, air-conditioned theatre.

Besides, like the rest of the theatre kids, Big Red was obviously an ally. He clearly supported Seb and Carlos’s relationship, having made all those rainbow pizzas for Carlos’s quinceañero, so he probably wouldn’t mind seeing a couple of queer romances.

Thus Big Red was the perfect choice! Seb had figured out a solution!

Which meant he’d be able to use the tickets after all.

Phew! Carlos would be so happy!

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read the rest on ao3

#hsmtmts #i wanted to explain what really happened #and show that it wasn't really as bad as they made it out #seb & red are clearly just friends #caught up in the moment #and deserve to be forgiven #hsmtmts fanfic #hsmtmts s4 #seblos fanfic #redlyn fanfic #seblos #redlyn #sebred

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mizuphae · 1 month

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fuck the buddie vs bucktommy debate for 7x06, the real crime is if goddamn phillip walks maddie down the aisle instead of buck

#911 abc #evan buckley #maddie buckley #their parents never deserved to be forgiven #buck and maddie never gave up on each other #buddie #bucktommy

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kvtnisseverdeen · 6 months

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You’re as good to me as any brother could be. I’ll never forget what you did for me in the arena.

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hualianschild · 2 months

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#yes #yes you are #but you're also a simp for gege so all's forgiven #love to see him being a brat to those who deserve it tho #like YES KING DESTROY THEM #tgcf #heaven official's blessing #hua cheng #tian guan ci fu #mxtx #san lang #tgcf meme #heaven officials blessing

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moeblob · 3 months

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What if I straight up didn't explain myself? What if I just said trust me on this? Would you?

#fe warriors three hopes #mercedes von martritz #miklan anschutz gautier #we really only need to clarify this is STRICTLY warriors miklan and i think ive already condemned myself but i accept it #i am very sorry but the person i usually would talk to about rare pairs has been a bit busy so i couldnt go to them to get it out that way #so art is the only way i have you have to understand its not my fault (its my fault)#did you guys know i reset the azure gleam map three times before googling the chapter where he dies to try and save him #no i dont think he deserves to be pardoned for what hes done but i liked that w3h gave him a small chance to be better FOR HIMSELF #no i dont think he should simply be forgiven for everything he did but i do like that he was given humanity and how #he was still not a good guy but damn you guys i think about that npc sometimes #who says that they admired him becoming something despite being a criminal bc if miklan can do it whats stopping them from being better ?#like that npc stuck with me a while ok #just ......... there are a lot of thoughts here that i dont think many of you care to read even in tags so ill stop now #i will say the canvas is saved as speed run to cancellation lesgo

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fujii-draws · 4 months

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what if I told you he cared. what then.

#pmd eos #pmd art tag #Eevee/Ribbons #Riolu/Aimilios #dadnoir #Putting my Dusknoir through a perpetual state of “I need to make it up to them” and “I don’t deserve their forgiveness”#the pre-betrayal vs post-post game/finally forgiven dynamic #<<< (on the floor deceased)

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ainxis · 1 month

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DC either make Damian a part of the community or stop putting him in DC pride issues because this is getting ridiculous. I get putting him as a supporting character in a story once. But third year in a row???

#damian wayne #robin #love dami but come on #we have like a ton of less known queer characters who deserve a spotlight #unless they make him ace (preferable option)#then all is forgiven #dc pride #dc comics #for now he's the biggest ally to ever ally ig

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lovelytech9902 · 24 days

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I like to think that had the Marauder not blown up, Omega would have inherited the ship and used that to fly in the Rebellion

#marauder #i miss the marauder #an extra piece and reminder of her brothers while she’s off kicking ass and making them proud #all those flying lessons with tech #just because you gave them the happy ending they deserved #does not mean all is forgiven for the devastating loss of the marauder #tbb season 3 #the bad batch #tbb crosshair #tbb hunter #tbb echo #tbb omega #tbb wrecker #tbb tech

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spop-romanticizes-abuse · 2 months

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not spop-related but i can't post this on my main blog so.

i do find it funny how most of the fan depictions of belos were far more interesting and detailed than s3 belos. i've seen fanart and fanfics of him where he's a complex villain struggling with religious guilt and then the canon is just like.. lmao yeah he's pure evil. kill him.

#i feel like belos is the opposite of catra #a potentially sympathetic villain who is reduced to Evil Man Who Deserves Death™#don't get me wrong i'm not saying he should have been forgiven or anything #he didn't deserve forgiveness #and he didnt really need a redemption arc #but did they have to throw away all of his complexity just to appease the anti steven universe community?#that's what it felt like #fun fact: you can write a sympathetic/complex villain and not redeem them #it's perfectly doable #but oh well #toh critical #toh salt #toh criticism #anti toh #toh discourse #belos #emperor belos #philip wittebane #bad writing #i was so excited for his character at first #especially around hollow mind era because the layers were peeling back #and we were seeing a really interesting and intimidating villain in the making #sigh #my disappointment is immeasurable and my day is ruined

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ruvviks · 11 days

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PLEASE DO NOT TAG AS YOUR OWN OC OR PAIRING.

Nathan and Ruben share a bond more powerful than most; mutual understanding through past experiences no one should ever have to go through, and through past actions so horrible they cannot be spoken of. Their grief and the blood on their hands binds them to the STEM technology they created, which has alienated them from the rest of the world— but they give each other the comfort they have both longed for so desperately for years, and that is all they need. They are each other's counterpart; you cannot imagine one without the other, like two sides of the same coin. Through their pain, their grief, their desire, and their regret, they have become one.

anna akhmatova, the guest // bones; equinox // 'i won't become' by kim jakobsson // agustín gómez-arcos, the carnivorous lamb // by oxy // achilles come down; gang of youths // czeslaw milosz, from 'new and collected poems: 1931-2001' // 'extended ambience portrait from a resonant biostructure' and 'migraine tenfold times ten' by daniel vega // a little death; the neighbourhood // marina tsvetaeva, from 'poem of the end' // by drummnist // katie maria, winter // 'nocturne in black and gold the falling rocket' by james abbott mcneill whistler // micah nemerever, these violent delights // body language; we are fury // 'the penitent' by emil melmoth // chelsea dingman, from 'of those who can't afford to be gentle'

taglist (opt in/out)

@shellibisshe, @florbelles, @ncytiri, @hibernationsuit, @stars-of-the-heart;

@lestatlioncunt, @katsigian, @radioactiveshitstorm, @estevnys, @adelaidedrubman;

@celticwoman, @rindemption, @carlosoliveiraa, @noirapocalypto, @dickytwister;

@killerspinal, @euryalex, @ri-a-rose, @velocitic, @thedeadthree

#tew #edit:nathan #nuclearocs #nuclearedits #so much shame in my body but still used my taglist but um let me know if you want to be excluded from oc/ship web weaves #just really wanted to share this one because i'm very proud of it and i want it on my blog. so. :]#recognition of the self through the other + wanting so desperately for the other to be deserving of a second chance #because if there is hope for them than there is hope for you etc etc and so on. that's the core of their dynamic i think #they understand each other on such a fundamental level that no one else comes close to because they are in so many ways the same #like how in in the first game leslie could sync up with ru/vik and all that? nathan would be a VERY good candidate for that as well #and it makes me insane!! and then the added layer of nathan being lead developer of mobius' new and improved STEM system #which makes him the same as ru/vik AGAIN but in like. the way that they're both men of [computer] science #and there's the fact they both have a dead sister. they both killed their parents. they were both mobius playthings for YEARS #and they've happily killed and tortured during all of it. they're angry they're out for revenge they're completely disconnected from #the normal human experience and they're working with what they have. and then after all of that is over then what is left?#their story focuses on them picking up all the pieces. everything that's still salvageable at least. and try to start over in a way #they cannot be forgiven for what they've done but they can move on from the past and do different in the future #there's still things left undone and left unsaid... in my canon at least. i know there's not gonna be any more games. it's fine #anyway they end up going to therapy and then they get better they're not a doomed couple they just like being dramatic #if you read all of this we can get married tomorrow if you'd like

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cthulhusstepmom · 7 months

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The Horsegirl-ification of Gideon Coal

“Kremy, are you absolutely certain this is a good idea? I think it would be fairly obvious to anyone with a brain that these are simply mundane horses.”

Leaning against the only mostly unstable temporary fence that the hands had constructed for this stretch, Kremy offers Frost a sharp toothed grin where he paces off to his right.

“That’s the thing you gotta understand Frost: it doesn’t matter if they’re real or not. The kids will believe it and the parents will pay for it.”

“Yeah and some people are just stupid plain man!” Gideon adds, leaning back on the inside of the fence.

“That’s exactly right! Even the halfway intelligent folks will pay just to see how fake they look.”

Frost grumbles but seems to acquiesce, eyes turned away as the pattering sounds of bear feet and bare feet approach the paddock.

“Gricko! Did you bring what I asked for?”

“I did indeed, but first and most importantly-” the goblin pauses for dramatic effect. “Look at how precious Hootsie is with her little unicorn horn! Ooh aren’t you the most precious unicowlbear!” And she is precious, toddling behind her father with a bulging satchel and a headband with a unicorn horn attached to it. Allowing Gricko his moment, Kremy steps forward and retrieves the satchel from Hootsie, making a mental note along the lines of ‘mule and enforcer, pay in rats’. Within the satchel is a selection of wooden horns, ranging in length from about six inches to eighteen, each with varying texture, weight, and stain.

“Gricko this is incredible! You did all of this last night?” Kremy asks, only half paying attention to any answer he may receive.

“I told you I was good with my hannnds Kremy.” He slurs slightly, wobbling just the smallest bit.

“I had taken that for a sexual euphemism. I apologize.” Frost says, taking one of the horns and examining it.

“Well I did have a lot of Trice Melon.”

“The fuck is a trice melon?” Gideon cocks his head.

“A try smellin deez nuts.”

“You’re fucking dead as soon as I’m over this fence you son of a bitch! I’ll kill you, you’re brain’s gonna splatter all over this fucking-”

“Gid Gid Gid!” Kremy placates with a hand to Gideon’s already heaving chest. “Gricko’s just tired, let’s not destroy all of Turblek’s or whatever his name is hard work and torch the paddock while we’re at it hmm? Frost, would you kindly take Gricko to bed?”

“Yes, that would seem to be the best course of action. Come along Gricko, I’ll let you finish today’s sudoku puzzle.”

“Eugh you can keep it Frosty, you know I hate the number ones.”

Turning away, Kremy startles for a moment when he realizes his hand is still on Gideon’s chest; quickly dismisses how Gid hasn’t protested its placement.

“Right, now we can get some fucking work done. You have the glue?”

“Right here.” He smiles, gesturing to a glass filled with a viscous amber substance. “And I already tested it, it washes right out. Frosty may be missing a few patches of hair from tries one through four.”

Kremy puzzles for a moment. “Where?”

“You don’t want to know man.”

The horses in the paddock are serene, grazing and mingling amongst each other with nary a care in the world. After a long week of travel they’ve certainly enjoyed the day of rest while carnies run to and fro setting up the tents and attractions. They’re a motley crew, ranging in size from a couple of ponies all the way up to a handful of old drafts. Kremy isn’t sure where most of them came from, being perfectly honest.

When they’d first upgraded to wagons over tents he had allowed Gideon to guide the majority of the purchasing. Walking in lock step, trying to understand all the technical things he had to say; Offering his own input where it mattered and then haggling the price down as Gid loomed over his shoulder. He hadn’t had the slightest idea where to get horses beyond a livery stable and that wouldn’t do if they were to be moving long distances. Gid had disappeared into the crowd at a pub one night before returning with a grin and leading Kremy to an auction house on the edge of town. Kremy had felt like a sore thumb as they’d perused their options, Gideon occasionally stopping to run his hands over one horse or another, asking questions or sharing jokes that flew completely over his head. When it came to the actual auction, Gideon had leant down beside him, breath steaming in his ear as he instructed him what to bid, when to fold and when to press. That night they walked out with eight horses and two mules and, Gideon assured him, good deals on all of them.

Since then their little herd had grown, not from any auction house trip however. No, some days on his free nights, when he wasn’t tinkering with his rigged games, lounging in their shared wagon while Kremy did paperwork, or out on the hunt for a good time, Gideon would simply wander off. Never so abruptly that it would be hard to follow him necessarily, but gone all the same. And he’d come back with another horse. Usually it wouldn’t be much to look at, skinny or scarred up or old or lame. But over time and under Gideon’s watchful care, dull coats would turn glossy and haunted eyes would turn warm.

So Kremy doesn’t need to know where they come from, only that they’re theirs now.

Such a saccharine sentiment doesn’t do much to make this any easier however.

“Fuck!” he yelps, yanking his hand back as the little pony nips at him once again. “Would you kindly fucking stand still and let put the stupid horn on your stupid head!”

If horses had eyebrows one of them would certainly be raised in defiance as the pony most decidedly does not stand still, kindly or otherwise.

“Woah what’s going on over here man?”

“My patience is being tried.” Kremy tries not to sulk, defeated by an undersized horse.

He can see the laugh bubbling in Gid’s chest as he runs eyes over the situation. Hands covered in sticky glue, bleeding from a cut that feels worse than it looks, shirt certainly ruined, and a defiant pony staring him down like he’s the bad guy here.

“Alright Witch Stomper he’s had enough. C’mere let’s get you sorted.” And like magic the pony turns and trots up to his partner like a dog fed from the table; allowing him to affix the curling black horn to its forehead with little difficulty.

“I’m telling you Gid something’s wrong with that animal, it has evil in its eyes.” He growls, straightening his clothes as best he can without sticking anything together.

“Ah c’mon you kidding me? Stomper’s a good boy, he can just tell you’re not comfortable with him. Taking advantage of your inexperience, that's all man.” A single piercing blue eye glares into Kremy’s soul for just a moment too long before the pony tosses its head and moves off to continue whatever nefarious deeds it was in the midst of before Kremy came along. “C’mon we’ve only got a couple more to do.”

And so it seems. While Kremy was engaged in his battle of wills, Gid had gone through most of the other horses. Following close behind the larger man, all the while keeping a watchful eye for a vengeful pony, Kremy admires the ease that Gideon has with the animals. Hulking beasts eagerly offering their noses for a quick pat or snuffling into pockets for treats, letting this man walk among them and accepting him with zero hesitation.

“Lady and Stormy should be it, you have the bag?” He hands the second to last horn over to Gid, offering the glue with it. “There we go, s’all right girl. It’s okay, it’s okay.” He continues, voice low and comforting as he approaches the mare.

Lady is their newest acquisition, or Gid’s newest acquisition to be more accurate. A pinto with patches of russet and a bold white stripe running up her face. She’s a pretty thing, even to Kremy’s untrained eye, but she’s skittish and along her coat he can see patterns of scars that would probably point to something if he knew more about horses. She’s been in their company for about a month but she’s still tentative at best and downright flighty at worst. None of the hands can even get close to her when it’s time to get hitched up and ready to go, leaving her instead solely to Gid and their wagon at the head of the train, paired up in a team with an old mule Kremy thinks is named Rusty, one of the originals that they’d purchased at the auction.

Looking at her now you wouldn’t know it, with how calm she is as the horn is carefully glued to her head.

Gideon looks over his shoulder, stroking the mare’s flank while the glue sets up.

“C’mere, give her a pat.” He holds out a hand, beckoning insistently.

“I don’t think that’s a good idea Gid, you know horses don’t like me.” Kremy crosses his arms in front of himself, it’s something in his gator heritage he’s sure. The scent of a predator or some such thing.

Gid huffs a laugh.

“This look like a horse to you? You are looking at a 100% bona fide unicorn.”

Kremy huffs if only to stifle a laugh. “Gods are you stupid.”

Still he moves forward. Tentatively at first but when the mare stays in place a small bit more confidence creeps into his step. He’s just a step past Gideon when Lady blows a worried breath through her nostrils, pinning her ears back and pawing at the soft summer grass with one hoof. Hurriedly he begins to take a step back, only to collide with a wall of warmth as Gid steps forward behind him. It stuns him for a moment, robs him of words as his head is filled with hot air and thoughts of warm laughs and cigar smoke.

“That’s it, it’s okay.”

Kremy’s not sure if he’s talking to him or the horse.

“Gimme your hand.” As if saying no was an option at this point.

His hand fits well in Gideon’s but that’s no surprise; he’s watched those clever hands long enough to do the arithmetic. His brain nearly leaks out of his ears like a poorly sealed shepherd's pie when he feels another hand on his waist, guiding him with gentle pressure to take another step forward; and another. Until he’s standing so close he can smell the scent of horse sweat and well oiled tack leather, a scent that follows Gideon. Gently, mostly of his own initiative after a little encouragement, he lays one hand on the flank of the mare, brushing over it with an almost delicate touch. When she doesn’t make any move to startle away he scratches through the short hairs of her hide like he would a dog. It’s relaxing, oddly: simply petting this animal, feeling the rise and fall of its great billowing lungs. Admiring the power of it, the beauty. Absorbing Gideon’s heat at his back.

“Ain’t that something.” Kremy doesn’t look up, doesn’t need to, can feel a pair of dark eyes on his face.

“You know Gid, horses aren’t really my pot of gumbo so to speak. But, I think I might come around to unicorns.”

anyone else notice that line at the end of ep. 48?

Kremy, approaching the unicorn, "What does Gid do?"

just me? amazing.

#would anyone read a rodeo au? i'll probably write it but deciding if i would post it #ah Gideon “people don't deserve to be in cages man” Coal my beloved #you cannot tell me this man doesn't have a savior complex/compassionate streak a mile wide #so he does theft about it #gideon coal #kremy lecroux #morning frost #gricko grimgrin #hootsie grimgrin #Mentioned: Torbek #Witch Stomper the pony is a transdimensional being and he has NOT forgiven Richie for what Briggsy did to him #ouaw #once upon a witchlight #legends of avantris

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spiderempath · 27 days

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i’m gonna keep hating the buckley parents no matter how much abc wants me to forgive them

#911 abc #they’re actually the worst #and do not deserve to be forgiven so quickly #evan buckley #maddie buckley

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teecupangel · 8 months

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Been playing AC3 again lately and, for some reason, listening to Bill. It's great to hate him for his father of the franchise thing, but he seemed pretty sincere about trying to find Desmond beofore Absetergo. I'm kinda curious what would have happend if the Assassins did get there beforehand.

I agree that Bill was being sincere in finding Desmond before Abstergo did. I always saw him as someone who wanted to do what was best for Desmond and tried to protect him the only way he knew how. But that didn’t mean he didn’t hurt Desmond and his actions can easily be misinterpreted (especially by someone as young as Desmond was during that time) so yeah… Bill wanted to protect Desmond and he loved him in his own way but that didn’t mean he wasn’t a bad father.

And that would show even if he was able to find Desmond before Abstergo managed to capture him.

You did write ‘get there beforehand’ and I’m going to assume this means that they’ll be able to save Desmond from being abducted by Abstergo or get there before Abstergo captures him.

If it was the latter, Desmond would try to run away from the Assassins as well and probably won’t believe that Abstergo was trying to capture him (it would be funny and annoying if Desmond get captured by Cross because he was busy running away from the Assassins sent to get him) so…

We’ll have Desmond get saved by the Assassins during the time he was being captured by Abstergo. Cross and his goons would be surprised and the Assassins would use that to get Desmond out using the van Abstergo was about to use.

From there, Desmond would be escorted to the nearest hideout but, here’s the thing…

Since Lucy is staying with Abstergo, this means that Desmond would be saved by other Assassins and it can’t be Shaun and Rebecca because they’re more on the support side (until around Unity) so…

This means that the Assassins who would save Desmond would be those who tried to save him and died in AC1.

The ones to have been ‘implied’ to have been from the Farm.

It would feel like he was back on the Farm, surrounded by people he knew.

Would they be happy to see him?

Would they see him as stupid and foolish?

Those would be the things Desmond would be worrying about and he would want to run away, far away.

He would now understand that Abstergo does want him because of who he was but he would refuse to be an Assassin and he doesn’t want to be one, not ever.

Which means when he meets with William Miles…

Both of their voices would start to raise.

Words would leave their mouths that they may or may not regret later on.

Bill will call him the life he had spent living away from the Assassins as meaningless and without direction.

Desmond would say that he had been happiest away from the Assassins and that he didn’t want to be part of this shit.

In the end, Bill will raise his hand and hit his son.

And that punch will break whatever ‘foolish’ dreams Desmond held onto about making up with his parents, of finding some kind of middle ground.

And Desmond would do it once more.

He had done it before.

And he never forgot the lessons.

… that night, Desmond Miles disappeared once more.

And this time…

He was making sure no one would find him ever again.

#i was wondering if you wanted them to reconcile #but a desmond who doesn’t know his lineage and how important his bloodline is #and a bill who sees desmond as someone who wasted his life #would have a fight that would be much more explosive than the one in ac3 #honestly the only way i can think of them reconciling #is thru a long slow process #where bill doesn’t just acknowledge his shortcomings #but also to actually say ‘i’m sorry’ to his son #while desmond needs to not get carried away #by his past memories both the bad ones and the good ones #and see what bill is doing now #bill doesn’t deserve to be forgiven immediately #he needs to work for it #and desmond deserves more than just one conversation #he needs to see that bill changed or he can changed #ask and answer #assassin's creed #desmond miles #william miles #teecup writes/has a plot #fic idea: assassin's creed

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