#shaunbecca

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now lemme hear you holla for this inter-era rave

[m0th-t33th]

yeah sure ill post these

[theyaregayyourhonor]

When the writing muse finally let's some words out, but its for new fics rather than your in progress stuff so here is a preview for the Android Desmond au

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The templar who found it gave it to an art collector hoping to score. She was the one to score as she left right after with the rest of his private collection. Rebecca snickers as she remembers the estimated value Gavin reported.

“I am serious Becca, take it back or give it to some other assassin.” He crosses his arms, very serious of him.

“Aw babe, don’t be that way. Robby needed a new home and what better home than with us?”

Her question is rhetorical. Shaun knows this as he pinches the bridge of his nose.

“Dear god you’ve named it.”

“Of course I did. He’s family now.”

“Rebecca no.”

“Becca yes!.” She smiles, watching as his crumble resolves.

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[incorrectfandom-quotes]

Rebecca: Wow, it's really muggy out today.

Shaun: If i go outside and all our mugs are on the front lawn, i'm leaving you.

Rebecca: [sips coffee from bowl]

[caiminnent]

oh my weary soul [Shaun/Rebecca, rated T]

Prompt: Commemoration

Summary: Rebecca finds Desmond’s hoodie in a thrift shop.

Notes: @ the anon who asked for Shaun/Rebecca: Wanted to post this as answer to your ask, but Tumblr seems to have lost it; apologies. Hope this is anything close to what you wanted.

500 words || Also on AO3.

It’s nearly midnight when she finally stumbles into the safehouse, so close to crashing where she’s standing that that it’s too silent doesn’t even register until she catches sight of the organized mess of Shaun’s desk with all the screens on, Shaun nowhere in sight.

Unwilling to call out on the off chance that Shaun managed to sleep at a reasonable hour for once, she first checks the kitchenette and the bathroom, then moves to the room down the hall. The door gives way easily when she pushes it with her fingertips, barely closed.

He’s sitting on the makeshift bed like he fell on it, the hoodie resting stretched on his lap, his face—

God, his face.

“I was looking for the files from yesterday,” he rasps, running his thumb back and forth on the fabric. Back and forth. Back and forth. “I didn’t mean to snoop.”

She puts down her backpack and crosses the room, lowering herself next to him on the bed. His hand is shaking under hers; a slight, barely noticeable tremor, but there just the same.

That right there—the whole sight—was exactly why she didn’t want to show it to him right away. Should’ve guessed he would find it anyway, though; stumbling upon things is basically his specialty.

“It wasn’t—it wasn’t his,” he says, just this side of a question.

She shakes her head. “It’s too big.” Lacks that odd patch inside one of the pockets, too, where Desmond had “fixed” a tear before. Never thought she’d find herself grateful for it.

Then again, she’d never thought many things. It never stopped them from happening.

“I thought so,” he says; the opposite of what the line of his shoulders do. He clears his throat and straightens up, finally looking over with too big eyes. “Where’d you find it?”

“Thrift shop downtown. I fought a teenager for it.”

He laughs; a pitiful, wet sound, but after so long without even that much, it’s enough for her lips to curl, too.

“I had to get it,” she mumbles, running a finger down the red lining. She needed to have something. At least she still has a scarf of Lucy’s—Desmond? Thanks to Abstergo, they have nothing—nothing—to remember him by.

Except for the world still standing around them. Most days, it’s not enough; not even close.

He wraps an arm around her shoulders and pulls her in, resting his head on hers.

“I miss them, too,” is all he says, soft as the kiss he puts on her hair. She closes her eyes and lets herself, just for a moment, imagine that nothing can touch them. That the worst had come to pass. That the only way is up from here.

There’s no chime of e-mail or beep of pager to distract her from the fantasy, which makes things only worse.

He sighs. “We need to put this elsewhere. If something happens…”

And they have to leave in a hurry… “I'll put it in the van,” she agrees. “Later.”

“Later.”

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there's an inherent comedy to shaunbecca though (is that the ship name?) bc yes obviously post-2012 it's like some kind of bonnie and clyde type thing going on with varying degrees of domesticity but while they're still with desmond it's like. desmond and lucy are having this crazy will-they-won't-they, how-can-i-trust-you, mad-scientist-and-test-subject kinda dynamic with emotionally fraught tension so thick you could cut it with a knife, and then meanwhile shaun and rebecca are on the other end of the room and without looking up from their respective screens they're like "do you wanna go have sex" "yeah sure" (synchronized laptop shutting) (they wander off to another room still holding their laptops while lucy is monologuing through barely-held-back tears and desmond is collapsing mid-stunt from timewarp hallucinations)

[aro-simp]

there's many people saying canon ShaunBecca came completely out of left field but I've been reading back the in-game emails and there's been hints as early as Brotherhood

like Rebecca asking the team if anyone's seen her mp3 player, cause she has trouble sleeping without her music, and Shaun responding that it was on his nightstand, or Shaun emailing Rebecca to tell her that he found music he'd like to listen to with her

[towblerone]

#016. ShaunBecca

D'aw

They're obviously dating behind everyone's backs. i mean there was a mountain of evidence in brotherhood

this is what i want to happen by the end of the series