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Kink Meme - Assassin's Creed pt. 6
Assassin's Creed Kink Meme pt.6
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Displaced 8/?, Awkward Family Dinnertime
(Anonymous) 2013-11-25 12:55 pm (UTC)(link)The crew took a keen interest in the sudden appearance of a second passenger, sitting between the Captain and his father, and the least embarrassing speculation Desmond overheard was that he was Haytham's other bastard son. Some of the other theories were a lot more... icky, to be honest.
Connor listened, stony-faced, until everyone had finished their stew and bread and started on the rum and whiskey course, then stood up and banged his empty bowl on the wooden table for attention. "Early this morning, we came upon a castaway, and took him aboard. My father," and here he gestured towards Haytham with a pained expression, "recognized him as his nephew, whom he had last seen many years ago and had forgotten to tell me about." At this, Connor shot a totally believable glare at Haytham, who shrugged innocently. Some of the sailors chuckled a little. Most of them looked back and forth between the three men, and Desmond was glad for once to resemble his ancestors.
Connor lifted his cup, which had about half a shot of whiskey in it, and gestured to Desmond. "To my long-lost cousin, Desmond Miles." The crew toasted him, then started talking about absolutely everything else, deciding that a long-lost member of an admittedly secretive and dysfunctional family was not all that interesting.
Haytham whispered, "You know, I don't actually have any nephews."
Connor retorted, "It is called lying, Father. I recall that you are highly skilled at it."
Desmond tried a sip of rum and nearly choked. First chance he had, he'd pre-invent some cocktails, time-space continuum be damned.
Haytham crossed his arms. "When have I lied to you, son?"
Connor rolled his eyes. "You are lying to me about him," he pointed at Desmond.
"I am not."
"You have told me that your 'friends' did not burn my village on your orders."
"And they didn't!"
"Then what were they doing in the forest, looking for small children to beat?"
"I'm not sure, since I had ordered them to leave your mother's village alone and had not even talked to most of them for more than five years. But if I had to hazard a guess, they were defying my orders by looking for a sacred cave near your village."
Connor scoffed. "More likely, they were looking for it on your orders."
Haytham leaned into his son's face and spoke very quietly. "If I had wanted them to go there, I would simply have told them where it was. The fact that they were looking at all is proof that they were not obeying my orders."
"You? You know where my people's most sacred site is? You, of all people?"
Haytham rolled his eyes. "Yes, me of all people."
"I do not believe you."
"You don't have to believe it, but it's true."
"How did you discover it?"
"Your mother took me there, of course."
"For what purpose?"
Desmond mumbled, "To show him her sacred cave, duh."
"I thought it was just to show me the markings that matched this," and Haytham pulled the amulet out from under his shirt. Desmond shied away from it, and Haytham tucked it back beneath the fabric before continuing with a smirk, "but it seems your mother had a backup plan, should I not find what I had thought was there."
"And what exactly was this backup plan?"
Desmond mimed sneezing. "Hormones!"
"Oh, can't you guess, Connor? Honestly, sometimes I worry."
Connor sulked, and Desmond really hoped he would shut up and not press any further. But, alas, Connor demanded, "I insist that you tell me, Father, because I do not believe she took you there. Prove it."
Haytham thwacked his son abruptly on the nose. "Aren't you proof enough?"
Desmond mumbled into his hands, "Please, Ratonhnhake:ton, drop it."
"How am I proof--"
"That's where you were conceived, silly boy!" Haytham threw his hands up into the air and bemoaned, "I am never going to have grandchildren."
Connor's face was burning bright red as he stumbled as quickly as possible to the deck so he could steer his ship and try to forget. Haytham covered his face with his hands, laughing or possibly crying.
Desmond sighed. "I guess he'll figure it out eventually, Pops."
Re: Displaced 8/?, Awkward Family Dinnertime
(Anonymous) 2013-11-25 06:56 pm (UTC)(link)Re: Displaced 8/?, Awkward Family Dinnertime
(Anonymous) 2013-11-25 07:59 pm (UTC)(link)And, wow... Connor really better get with the program or Desmond's going to be pulling a Marty McFly.
-OP
Re: Displaced 8/?, Awkward Family Dinnertime
(Anonymous) 2013-11-25 10:13 pm (UTC)(link)Re: Displaced 8/?, Awkward Family Dinnertime
(Anonymous) 2013-11-25 09:49 pm (UTC)(link)Re: Displaced 8/?, Awkward Family Dinnertime
(Anonymous) 2013-11-26 12:07 am (UTC)(link)Re: Displaced 8/?, Awkward Family Dinnertime
(Anonymous) 2013-11-26 03:52 am (UTC)(link)Congratulations, you just made me snort soda up my nose.
Re: Displaced 8/?, Awkward Family Dinnertime
(Anonymous) 2013-11-26 07:05 pm (UTC)(link)Re: Displaced 8/?, Awkward Family Dinnertime
(Anonymous) 2013-12-01 09:50 am (UTC)(link)Re: Displaced 8/?, Awkward Family Dinnertime
(Anonymous) 2013-12-01 04:40 pm (UTC)(link)-author!anon