Kink Meme - Assassin's Creed pt. 5

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Assassin's Creed Kink Meme pt.5
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✩ Comment anonymously with a character/pairing and a kink/prompt.

✩ Comment is filled by another anonymous with fanfiction/art/or any other appropriate medium.

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✩ The fill/request doesn't necessarily need to be smut.

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FILL: Misfire - Gen, Rebecca, Desmond and Shaun

[(Anonymous)]

This anon had to:

After a while, you stop noticing just how creepy Rebecca looked when she typed. Especially when it was not work-related. Then, she would get to it with sadistic glee. And scare the men out of the place.

Desmond, however, being the closet masochist, did not think twice. Maybe it was just boredom that made him walk all the way to Rebecca's desk. He did not really know what he could ask her. He was curious though. If he looked back, he would see Shaun frantically signing for him to turn tail and flee. He did not. After all the shit he's been through, a computer would not scare him.

“Hey Rebecca, what are you up to?” Better safe than sorry – just in case it was one of her 'don't talk to me I'm writing'-moment. From his vantage point, behind Rebecca, Desmond could make up an outline of red and grey. Looking like a forum, in a way. Dreamwidth?

“Nothing special Desmond. Looking up a few things up. Wanna see?”

Desmond heard the saccharine tone that spelled doom, and he did not miss Shaun storming from his office, silently motioning him not to move. 'Whatever this madwoman is telling you, don't!' That was a fairly accurate translation. And still, despite what they say about cats and curiosity, Desmond looked.

On the screen, he could clearly see a post from an anonymous commenter:
Somebody? Anybody? Fill this please? I'd try myself, but I haven't written anything in years nor do I have a computer or laptop that I can post from... This is honestly the single prompt that converted me to Haytham/Connor.

“What the hell is that?” It took all his willpower not to scramble backward. He could hear Rebecca's amusement, even if she remained silent. “It's not what... It's not what I think it is, right?”

Rebecca swivelled on her chair, looking up at him with what could almost pass as sympathy. Almost being the keyword. “Actually, it is.” She seemed to think for a moment, before adding, “Actually, I kind of like this pairing.”

“Who in their right mind would post anything like that?” He could not unsee. He has lived through Connor – and Haytham. It was just too much!

“Ask Shaun.” And with that, she resumed scrolling down the page, smirking here and there.

Desmond zeroed on Shaun. Who was looking as red as his hair – he seemed close to apoplexy at the moment. Interesting.

“So, Shaun? Any idea?” Desmond was freaked out. Utterly and completely creeped out but he also wanted to know why. And if Shaun's face was any indication, he knew.

“Well, sorry Desmond. Got to dash, I have a tremendous amount of work to do.”

Desmond swore he saw smoke where Shaun took off. It took his brain a few seconds to catch up – and Rebecca's full-blown laughter.

“Shaun, you are SO dead!”