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Kink Meme - Assassin's Creed pt. 5

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Not all Fathers Harm, Some will Heal

(Anonymous) 2013-03-14 01:56 am (UTC)(link)
He walks through the hallways, and he can feel it bearing down on him. It hurts: a physical weight, a physical pain stuck deep in his bones. His head hurts, and his skin burns, and he feels dizzy, and his stomach hurts, and his feet drag on the floor. His arms are covered in bloody bandages.

William yelled at him today.

His arms are covered in bloody bandages, just like the rest of his body. He had a fit in the middle of a mission, just completely breaking down in the middle of an alleyway and carving himself up like a Thanksgiving turkey. If it weren’t for Giovanni, he would have cried until he bled to death.

He hurts so badly he wanted to die.

He would have cried until he bled to death, but Giovanni had found him. Giovanni, from the apple, from Ezio’s time, who took him in his arms and held him tightly and bandaged him up and brought him to the hospital and took care him and made him feel loved. He made him feel so much more loved than William, than the Order. His legs have been peeled in sheets with his own blade, his arms are almost bare by his knife, and he’s carved out the blue lines that appeared in correlation with TWCB after putting his hand on the pedestal. He’s carved out those lines several times. The scar tissue is so thick now that he almost doesn’t look human.

William said that he looked the part of their savior (their sacrifice).

The scar tissue is so thick now that he almost doesn’t look human, but Giovanni saw through that. Giovanni, brought to him from the past in a new body, said he is still human. Said that there is a human beneath that scar tissue and beneath that dead outer wall. He believed that there was a young man who was just searching for a little bit of affection, that the crying child he claimed to have discovered was just trying to survive in the world it had been born into. Said that it was okay to cry, and if he needed to find someone who wouldn’t mind, Giovanni’s arms would be open for him. Giovanni said that he would keep him safe.

The Order condemned him for not being able to take out the Templars with the help of the Apple.

Giovanni said that he would keep him safe, and he did. He trudged down the hallway, feeling the glares of the other assassins boring into him, drilling into him, and it hurts. It’s painful. He doesn’t understand why everyone hates him. Does he really have no merit other than death? Will his death actually be that celebrated? Will they throw parties in the streets and drink to his name? With death come idolization, he thinks, and puts one foot in front of the other, leaning against the wall and leaving a smear of blood along the ugly grey walls of the Order, now that the Order has won and he’s been left beaten and broken on the floor. He knows about the plane tickets, about the house that’s hidden. He was promised a quiet place. He was promised that he would heal. If there was one person who wouldn’t give up on him, wouldn’t leave him to rot away slowly, wouldn’t stop until he was healed, it was Giovanni. He was his ancestor, his long-distant son.

“Do not care what they think, my boy: they do not matter.”

He was his ancestor, his long distant son, and Giovanni told him that if he could, he would destroy the Order. His hand lands on the doorknob, wrapped thick in red gauze. He had carved away part of his hand in his breakdown. There was still the trace of blue on his skin. There’s red on the doorknob when he lets go.

William told him he was a waste of life, a disgusting stain on the blanket of humanity because he couldn’t do even the simplest jobs correctly.

There’s red on the doorknob when he lets go, and Shaun and Rebecca are standing in the room, looking shocked. Giovanni looks a little roughed up, and he finds himself apologizing because the Order must have tried to take him on again, tried to assert that he couldn’t leave the compound, but Giovanni wouldn’t stand for that, wouldn’t let them say, “No.” His language is a mess of Italian and archaic Arabic and Kanienkehaka and less and less English by the day, but Giovanni understands him anyway, even as he breaks down sobbing because he’s so sorry that everyone he loves gets hurt. And the man just hugs him.

He was told that he was put here to be worked to death.

And the man just hugs him, whispers that they’ll change his bandages and get him back to rights. He sobs against the man, because he’s responsible for everything, because he’s a problem, a parasite, a disease that can’t be treated, and Giovanni just holds him close and tells him he’s beautiful, wonderful, a better person than anyone he’s ever met before. Talks to him in that soothing voice as he loses himself in the rooms of their home back in Italy, smiles warmly as his wounds are treated and stitched up by his father, the kind red-head with the glasses, and the sweet lady with the headphones and the one red glove. Giovanni calls him “Desmond,” calls him “my son,” and it’s so warm and loving that it burns into his skin, catches his heart on fire and lights him up with something warm and not-bad feeling.

His arms were covered with bloody bandages, now clean.

He would have cried until bled to death, but Giovanni made him want to live.

The scar tissue is so thick now that he almost doesn’t look human, but his father tells him that he is human and beautiful.

Giovanni said that he would keep him safe, and he can say that he never doubted the capacity of the man to pull something like that off.

He was his ancestor, his long-distant son, and he felt as if he was, because those arms were strong and caring and told him that he had a family now.

There was red on the doorknob when he let go, and a long trail of red behind him, but he’s going to let go of it all, and Giovanni promised it wasn’t impossible to heal him.

And he just hugs, just takes him in his arms and promises not to let go until he’s healed and functioning again and completely off the radar of the assassins because they’re horrible people.

Giovanni calls him “Desmond,” calls him “my son,” and it’s so warm and loving that it burns into his skin, catches his heart on fire and lights him up with something warm and not-bad feeling—something he’s been told is called “love.”

Three years later sees him flying through the forests somewhere deep in the heart of the USA, soaring through green as he races an eagle and comes bounding home with a rabbit in his hands because he was wonderful enough that he was one of the best assassins his father had ever seen.
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I hope you enjoyed it, anon. :) I couldn't help it. Maybe someone will give you a longer fill. I shot this off instead of doing homework.

Re: Not all Fathers Harm, Some will Heal

(Anonymous) 2013-03-14 02:46 am (UTC)(link)
Not OP, but this is beautiful. Poor Desmond.

OP here

(Anonymous) 2013-03-14 03:08 am (UTC)(link)
I just came home and saw this, and let me tell you, I'm completely and utterly happy with it. Even if you only did it instead of your homework, I love it and I'm happy you shot off your homework to do it! So thank you for filling my odd little crossover.

Re: Not all Fathers Harm, Some will Heal

(Anonymous) 2013-03-14 02:13 pm (UTC)(link)
...I... was going to fill this. But I don't know if I can compete with this. <3<3 Oh Desmond. Giovanni! And Shaun and Becca being there, to see what sort of fit state the Order's turned him into.

Considering they might be part of the problem I dunno if Giovanni will tell them where they're going. You give me so many ideas, anon! So many! I love you for all things Gio. Do you have more?

Now I kind of wonder if there's a feesible sequel to this... No! I shouldn't ride on the backs of other anons! And anyway I've got so many other fills to work on. So many @_@ Maybe once I crank them out, okay, anons? I'll plot this during Lexicon. Okay, that's a lie. I'll plot this on the way to Lexicon. No promises 'll get much though. But I'll try.

It's beautiful and if I weren't standing in the kitchen I might cry. Lemme cry honorable digital tears.

..I love how as Desmond deteriorates into bleeding effect perpetuals Gio can still understand him. And the last line about how three years later he's going hunting ala AC3. I haven't even played it yet, how dare you <3

...I bet they share all sorts of stories of Ezio. All sorts of stories. Because if Desmond is Giovanni's son, he's Ezio's brother, and man, what a headtrip that must be.

Author!Not all Fathers Harm, Some will Heal

(Anonymous) 2013-03-14 09:54 pm (UTC)(link)
You guyyyyyysssss...

You flatter me so much. :D Honestly, I think this one of my most reviewed works on this site. XD You guys are so kind.

...and this soooo the reason why I recommend this kink meme to all my friends who have been torn apart by other kinkmemes.

If you want to, anon, you can totally write a squeal/piggyback/whatever! I'm amazed that I've actually managed to inspire someone else! :o I would love to read whatever you would write.

You guys made me so happy. I love all of you so much.

Re: Not all Fathers Harm, Some will Heal

(Anonymous) 2013-03-14 03:39 pm (UTC)(link)
Wow, I love this! Thank you so much for writing it!

Re: Not all Fathers Harm, Some will Heal

(Anonymous) 2013-03-14 09:02 pm (UTC)(link)
:D Beautiful fill!!!