#daggervault_writing

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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Assassin's Creed - All Media Types Rating: Mature Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Shaun Hastings/Desmond Miles Characters: Shaun Hastings, Desmond Miles Additional Tags: Autistic Shaun Hastings, Established Relationship, Lazy Mornings, Morning Cuddles, Non-Sexual Intimacy, Stimming, That Is Not A Stim Toy

“Shaun,” he said again, and felt it come out breathy.

Shaun made a noise that clearly meant No.

Desmond tried again. “Shaun. Are you stimming with my dick right now?”

Shaun’s silence was very loud. The hand stalled, if only shortly, and then continued its rhythm. “Squishy,” Shaun said, mumbled, into Desmond’s shoulder. inspired by this post i can’t stop thinking about

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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Assassin's Creed - All Media Types Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Shaun Hastings/Desmond Miles/Original Male Character(s), Shaun Hastings/Desmond Miles, Shaun Hastings/Original Male Character(s), Desmond Miles/Original Male Character(s) Additional Tags: Established Relationship, Polyamory, Throuples | Triad Relationships, Fluff, Domestic Fluff, Morning Cuddles, Lazy Mornings, It/its pronouns for original Character, Autistic Characters, Slice of Life

“You’re cute in that dress,” Desmond said.

Shaun huffed. “I’m not cute, Desmond, and it’s a shirt, quite obviously so, I-”

“You’re cute in that shirt, then.”

“I’m not- Eli, back me up here.”

Eli blinked. “You kind of are.”

“Traitor.”

Eli kissed him.

“Anyone want breakfast?” Desmond already had the pan out. “I was thinking tofu scramble.”

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Chapters: 2/3 Fandom: Assassin's Creed - All Media Types Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Shaun Hastings/Desmond Miles Characters: Shaun Hastings, Desmond Miles, Rebecca Crane (Assassin's Creed), Lucy Stillman Additional Tags: Mutual Pining, Domestic Summary:

“Ah, yeah, Kate,” he answered absent-mindedly, hands still on the keyboard, eyes moving across the screen, “Katie, Katie, Katie” and he knew he was stalling, knew he was taking entirely too much time to answer a seemingly simple question. He could have just said no. He said instead: “Charmed the pants right off her, I did,” which caused Rebecca to make a sound that immediately told him it had been the entirely wrong thing to say in this moment.

Rebecca, who had known him then and knew him now, who had been there for his entirely one-sided fight with the word gay and had also been there when the word had won. He could not, in any plausible way, be angry at her for laughing at what he’d just said.

Desmond looked at him. “Oh, did you,” he said, not hostile, and it was not a question. It sounded rather… amused. “Didn’t take you for the charming type. No offense.”

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An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Chapters: 3/3 Fandom: Assassin's Creed - All Media Types Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Shaun Hastings/Desmond Miles Characters: Shaun Hastings, Desmond Miles, Rebecca Crane (Assassin's Creed), Lucy Stillman Additional Tags: Pining, Unresolved Tension, resolved tension, Idiots in Love, Denial of Feelings, Awkward Crush, Flirting, Teasing, Getting Together, It's Just A Game Until It's Not

“Ah, yeah, Kate,” he answered absent-mindedly, hands still on the keyboard, eyes moving across the screen, “Katie, Katie, Katie” and he knew he was stalling, knew he was taking entirely too much time to answer a seemingly simple question. He could have just said no. He said instead: “Charmed the pants right off her, I did,” which caused Rebecca to make a sound that immediately told him it had been the entirely wrong thing to say in this moment.

Rebecca, who had known him then and knew him now, who had been there for his entirely one-sided fight with the word gay and had also been there when the word had won. He could not, in any plausible way, be angry at her for laughing at what he’d just said.

Desmond looked at him. “Oh, did you,” he said, not hostile, and it was not a question. It sounded rather… amused. “Didn’t take you for the charming type. No offence.”