Kink Meme - Assassin's Creed pt. 6

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Assassin's Creed Kink Meme pt.6
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FILL: Let's talk names [1/2]

[(Anonymous)]

Okay, so... this will require a little explanation.

It's a kind of AU where Clay wasn't deleted at the end of Revelations, he's still in the Animus code. And whenever Desmond is connected to the Animus, Clay's able to use the Animus hardware to scan and interact with Desmond's body. At some point they met up again in the Animus Island program thingy and got busy, and somehow this got Desmond pregnant.

IDK if this is at all close to what OP was wanting but at any rate, fill starts now

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Desmond's avatar matched the real-life shape of his body, right down to the slightly asymmetrical orb of his four-month pregnancy. "Clay!" he called out to the seeming emptiness of Animus Island.

The digital man sparkled into view, smiling widely. "I'm here, Des, you don't need to yell."

Desmond embraced him with a short kiss and then put his lips close to his ear. "Let's talk names."

"Yes, let's." Clay hugged a little tighter before releasing him. "I have a lot of free time on my hands, which I've used to think up quite a few possibilities, but I'd like to hear your thoughts on the matter first."

Desmond scratched a phantom itch near his belly button. "Well, I woke up the other day with the name 'Helen Miles' in my mind."

"Helen... Miles." Clay repeated, staring fascinated at the spot where Desmond's scratching had wrinkled the shirt fabric.

Desmond laughed. "Hey, my eyes are up here, man."

Clay lazily swiveled his head up, a half-sad look on his face. "Not Helen Kaczmarek?"

"Um... I..."

"Think about it, at least, Desmond." Clay stroked Desmond's cheek with a feather-light fingertip. "It would be a sort of... consolation. To set my name loose in the world, even as I myself am trapped eternally."

Desmond reached up and took his hand. "Clay, I... You deserve that much, at least. After everything you've done."

Clay's frown dissolved away and he shrugged. "You could hyphenate, I suppose. Kaczmarek-Miles."

"Not Miles-Kaczmarek?"

"K's before M in the alphabet."

Desmond attempted a joke. "Umm, not in the Arabic alphabet?"

Clay smirked sweetly. "Well if we're going by Arabic, then we needn't bother with a surname. She'd just be Helen ibn-Desmond or ibn-Clay, right?"

"It'd be 'bint' for a girl. 'Ibn' is for boys."

Clay was silent a while, eying the baby bump some more. "Helen... It's nice. Good choice, Desmond."

"Yeah." Desmond caressed his belly lovingly. "You got any ideas for a boy name?"

"Oh, you don't know the sex yet?" Clay asked with a sudden wild gleam in his eye.

Desmond backed away and covered his ears. "No, and don't you fucking dare scan it and tell me! I wanna be surprised!"

"All right, all right," Clay sighed. "I just thought it might be helpful for you to know."

"The sex doesn't matter, Clay," Desmond said resolutely, removing his hands from his ears and placing them firmly on his belly. "I'll love our kid the same no matter what. I'll raise a little girl the same as a little boy."

FILL: Let's talk names [2/2]

[(Anonymous)]

Okay uh, I guess we can consider this "finished" for now, but I may or may not write a bonus third part later where Desmond has the baby.

Also, for anyone who may be wondering, I consider this to take place in an alt. universe wherein pregnancy is just maybe a little less probable to happen to penis-havers than vagina-havers.

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"The sex doesn't matter, Clay," Desmond said resolutely, removing his hands from his ears and placing them firmly on his belly. "I'll love our kid the same no matter what. I'll raise a little girl the same as a little boy."

"Tadeusz Kościuszko."

In response to the strange burst of syllables, Desmond could only say "Huh?"

"I relived him, among other people, while I was at Abstergo." Clay's avatar flickered as he spoke, the dirty blonde shortness of his own hair growing vaguely darker, longer, and curlier. "He's a Polish military legend. Recipient of the Virtuti Militari and the Order of the White Eagle." He turned back to himself, but his brown leather jacket became a uniform covered with various insignia.

"Ohh," Desmond said, realization dawning. "You're suggesting I name the kid after him."

"He's one of my favorite ancestors. Nay, he is my favorite."

"More favorite than Ezio, even?"

Clay waved a hand and made a dismissive sound. "I didn't even see much of Ezio, and he's overrated anyway. Tadeusz is more hip, more 'underground'."

"I think they're both about six feet underground these days," Desmond joked.

Clay flickered back to his usual clothes with a snort of laughter. "Right, right. But let's not talk about death. Let's stay focused on the new life in process of creation."

Desmond nodded. "Right. So if it's a girl, Helen, and if it's a boy... what was it? Tadayush?"

"Ta-de-oosh," Clay corrected. "And that's T-A-D-E-U-S-Z."

"You Poles and your Z's in everything."

Clay pouted a little. "Hey, I had a great-uncle Zdzisław, at least I didn't suggest him."

"Okay, right. Tadeusz. Well... I'll consider it?"

"Don't patronize me, Desmond."

"No, seriously, I'll consider it, Clay." Desmond smiled. "Although I might hafta call him 'Teddy'. At least while he's young. Tadeusz doesn't really strike me as a 'baby' sort of name."

"I suppose not. Not in this day and age." Clay reached out a tentative hand. "Can I feel?"

"I dunno, you tell me. You're the expert on being a computer program. Can computer programs 'feel'?"

Clay didn't bother responding to that, but just grasped the bottom hem of Desmond's thin t-shirt and peeled it up to reveal the slightly hairy bulge, then put his hands on either side of his navel. "Hello, Helen. Or Tadeusz."

"Baby can't hear you," Desmond said. "At least, I'm pretty sure they can't. 'Cause their brain's not the one hooked into the Animus, mine is."

Clay looked up at him, eyes wide and shaky. "Oh god." The next second, he glitched a couple yards back from Desmond. "Oh god. Our child... I won't get to watch h- our child grow up! Take first steps, say first words!"

Desmond's eyes went wide as well. "Crap. I guess not.... Uh. I could, um.... Once they're older, they could visit you like I do?"

Clay was panicking, not even able to process the suggestion. "Oh, Desmond! My dear, dear Desmond!" He fell against one of the strange stone blocks and gripped the sides of his head. "I won't even be able to do such a basic thing as being by your side during labor and delivery!"

Desmond went a bit pale at those last three words. "Uh. Shit. Okay, uh, we got a while before that, though. I mean, I'm not even due 'til September. So maybe we can work something out?"

"Work something out?" Clay repeated testily. "Like what exactly? You got a fucking host lined up for me to take over the body of? Because outside of that I don't know what my other options are."

Desmond looked really forlorn. "I... I'm sorry, man." He smoothed his shirt back down over his belly. "Shit, I never thought about the fucking... long-term thing of you being cooped up in here." He cast his gaze about the desolate island. "I dunno. Maybe you should just, y'know, hitch a ride into my brain, like you suggested once."

Clay sighed and slid down to the virtual ground. "No. That wouldn't be right. Two minds in one body: it's just begging for trouble. And likely confusing as all get out for a child to grow up with her two fathers fused."

Desmond came over and sat beside Clay, throwing an arm around his shoulder in silent lament.

Clay sighed again, and leaned his head against Desmond. "Cruel fate I've assigned myself to, eh? Through technology I've managed to outlive my suicide." He laid his hand on Desmond's belly again. "And now, through technology, I've managed to posthumously sire a child, whom I'll almost certainly outlive as well."

Desmond felt himself tearing up, and he couldn't even attribute it 100% to pregnancy hormones. "Don't talk like that, hon, okay?"

"It's only the truth. Unless my code on these servers is wiped by some error or malice, I will remain, eternal."

Desmond was silent and sniffly for a minute or so. In the distance, unreal waters quietly lapped at the shore.

"When you're ready to go, you could... go on your own," Desmond said after an ineffable while. The words were unsteady; he didn't want to think too hard about their meaning.

"Yes," Clay said, drawing the word out thoughtfully. "Self-destruct my code."

Desmond hugged him closer, with both arms now. "Not for a long long time, though. We're still in the prime of life."

"Of course, of course." Clay rubbed Desmond's cheek with slow heartfelt strokes. "I have to be there for you and our child, even if only in this limited simulated capacity."

Desmond felt the baby kick, and a fresh wave of emotion hit him. "You know what, Clay?" he said suddenly. "We'll find a way somehow, all right? To let you have a life outside this fucking island."

Clay looked unconvinced.

"Look, they're doing cray things with Animus tech these days. We can relive other people's memories, for cryin' out loud! And we have more brainpower now, y'know? We have the fucking Initiates, you've heard of them, right? Like a whole new tech hacker collective, like that Erudito thing except they actually fucking help us out with stuff."

Clay smiled faintly. "I'll try to keep up hope, then."

Desmond smiled back and snuggled into him. "So... What was that great-uncle's name again? Zee-shawf?"

"Zdzisław. That's Z-D-Z-I-S-velarized L-"

"Vela-what now?"

Clay chuckled. "Polish has a grand total of thirty-two letters."

"Geez louise."

"Yeah, it's a hell of a language."