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Shipping Can Be Dangerous 2/?

[(Anonymous)]

Connor was not one to drink often, but tonight he was.... kinda worried and needed to get a little tipsy. Luckily he was a lightweight. One mug of the weak stuff and he could get home, lightheaded but aware. See, he might be teased for his low tolerance, but it worked in his favor more often than not, because he was not foolish enough to drink more than he could handle. He saved time and coin alike, so really, he was lucky.

As Connor started to enter the tavern, someone in a velvet cloak stumbled out of it, drunk. So very drunk, he ran right into him. "Scuse' meh......" The man muttered, sounding like Hickey, only.... British. It made him wonder what Hickey would sound like sober. Would he even recognize him? Doubtful.

"My pardons." Connor said softly, his face obscured by his own cloak of rough material. "Do you need assistance?"

"Just cuz' I'm assistance don't mean I need drunk. Mind yer' elders." The man scolded, swaying a little. "M' goin' home ta' cry now, and regret life choices that have brought meh to this predicament an' wonder where I went wrong. That okay with you, Mum!?"

"Perfectly. But please allow me to buy you a carriage ride home, alright?" Connor offered, quite worried. This man could not walk home like..... this.

"..........Dat's so nice." The man said, seemingly stunned by this simple courtesy. Out of nowhere, he started to cry. "My life kinda sucks righ' now. Muh friends kinda suck too. Or I thinked they were muh friends..... but dare spreadin' mean rumors about meh...... and dey ain't twoo! Ya gotta believe meh, dey ain't twoo at all!"

"Um......." Connor replied eloquently. After a few moments, he patted the man's head in what he hoped was a comforting manner. "There there? I am sympathizing. You suffer, therefore I feel." He cleared his throat. "When I used to be upset as a child, my mother would give me chocolate. This is what you should do. Go home, acquire chocolate, eat chocolate, sleep. And tomorrow, you will be at your best to sort this out with your friends."

"Ya fink so? Choc-lit will help?"

"I truly believe it's your best chance." Connor said kindly. "Now, lets get you into a carriage......"

He helped the poor man into a carriage, paid the driver, and patted his knee. "There you are. Tell the nice man where you live, and he'll get you home safely. And remember, this will look better when you've had chocolate."

"Th-thank ya..... ma'am....." The man said shakily, nodding his head. Connor opened his mouth to correct him, but decided against it. "Be safe." And he left the poor bloke be.

He had done a good deed..... he just hoped he'd be okay.

Finally, he entered the tavern....



......directly in the sights of a table of Templars with their minds in the gutter.

"Oi', lookie who jus' walked in, then!" Hickey smirked, pointing. Johnson and Pitcairn both discreetly peeked. "Well, speak of the devil....." Johnson chuckled. "Why, we could simply ask him once and for all who... Hickey? Hickey, don't smile like that. I said that in jest. Hickey!"

"Oh, keep yer' knickers on, Johnson.... I got an idea. I'm gonna be all sneaky like." He waved over the barmaid and whispered in her pretty little ear, sliding her some extra coin for the trouble of a wee lil' fib.



As for Connor, he got settled into a booth, and hadn't even the chance to wave for service when the barmaid came over. "Connor, right?" Of course it was, he was a Red Skin. "I'm supposed to give you this drink next time ya come around. It's from General Washington, he's right pleased with your service." She set the mug on the table and walked away.

Connor put his hand on his heart. That's so sweet.... he is such a kind man. He did not worry. General Washington knew better than to give him anything strong. But the taste of this beverage was quite strong, for the weak brew he knew it had to be. Mostly because of heat, however, it was...... hot, somehow, despite being liquid. Like 'hot sauce'. How delightful. Perhaps he would get this from now on. A nice, light mead with a kick to it.



"You gave him Dragon's Tongue." John gasped, eyes wide.

"May the Father of Understanding protect him." Pitcairn said solemnly.

"Come now, nothin' to fear. We're here to look after him." Hickey smirked.

"You're buying him a carriage ride home. The Grandmaster will kill us if we get his lover mugged, raped, or...... dead." Pitcairn snapped.

"He's possessive that way." Johnson agreed.

"Look lads, jus' keep yer' cool...... and big smiles, eh? Our friend is here. Lets go talk to him, have some man time." Hickey stood, rubbing his hands together. He went over to the booth. "Connor, buddy! How the fuck are ya!?" He scooted into the booth, trapping Connor inside. Concerned for Hickey's life, Johnson and Pitcairn bravely scooted into the booth on the other side - "You know I hate sitting at the wall, Johnson!" "Don't be a baby, it's unbecoming! - Pitcairn sulking as he sat by the wall and Johnson's chin lifted in victory.

Connor lit up as his buddies - Now just wait a dingly danged minute..... these are NOT my buddies! He realized, eyes going wide. These are TEMPLARS! I won't stand for this!

He pointed at his empty mug. "That was only one mug a minute ago." He said in a voice that sounded impressively sober, with an expression that clearly was not. "Now it is two mugs. Something nefarious is at work here."

"Ya' don't say?" Hickey hummed. "Well, lets make it four mugs. Even things out." He waved a hand. "So, Connor..... I have some information that may interest you greatly. I happen ta' know what terrifies Charles Lee more than anythin' in the world. Care to trade for it?"

"No! I would never betray my..... Achilles........ for anything. He gives me food." He hiccuped. "It's made with love... and complaints..... mostly complaints."

"Oh no, I would never disrespect ya' in such a manner. See, I ain't offerin' Templar secrets. Jus' somethin' I bet yer' curious about. I'm a curious man too, Connor me boy. Satisfy my curiosity, and I will be glad ta' do the same fer ya', understand? Alliance secrets, off the table." He slid a fresh mug of Dragon's Tongue towards him. He waited until Connor took two swallows before he made his little leap of faith, just to be safe. "I wannna know a bit about ya'..... and yer' lover."

Beneath the table, Johnson and Pitcairn clasped hands, terrified.

Connor merely gasped, however. "How did you know!?" He whined. "We were so careful, discreet, and careful too!"

"True love is easy ta' see." Hickey said, oozing charm. "And if ya' just indulge me with a lil' inconsequential knowledge...."

"Such as?" He asked, blinking slowly. Johnson and Pitcairn squeezed each other's hands in breathless excitement.

"Who tops?"

Even as they held hands, Johnson and Pitcairn shared a competitive gaze.

"Well....... he does." Connor said, blushing.

"YES!" Pitcairn pumped a fist. "I win the day! For I'm a jolly good fellow....!" Hickey chimed in. "Fer' yer' a jolly good fella'......!"

Johnson whimpered, hanging his head. "But I was so sure....." Pitcairn smirked. "But you were wrong. So sing."

"You can't be serious, man!"

"I am dead serious."

Connor watched with mild interest.

"......For you're a jolly good fellow......" Johnson muttered.

"Which Johnson cannot deny!" Hickey and Pitcairn finished up, before exchanging a high five.

"You do not sing well." Connor smiled.

"The Lord said ta' make a joyful noise. Didn't say nothin' bout a pretty one." Hickey said wisely. "So. He calls the shots, eh? Any reason?"

"Well, it's..... not something we planned..... as you well know, he is in a position of power, and he's very good at it. He's grown accustomed to giving orders. And I.... I have gotten quite good at taking them, in my own work, so.... it just sort of happened that way."

"And you never thought to challenge this?" Johnson asked hopefully.

Connor blushed even hard. "As I said.... he's very good at it."

It was Johnson's turn to sulk.

"Does he pull your hair?" Pitcairn pressed. 'A Taste of Forest Fruits' was not going to write itself.

"Well, yes, but.... to be fair, I'm always taking out his little ribbon and messing up his hair..... it takes a lot of work to get it neat like that.... I'm asking for it."

Hickey smirked. "Is he rough?"

"At this point, Hickey..... I'll want your help giving Charles Lee a present."

"Done. Is he?"

"Oh yes, he can be very rough.... downright mean, even. But.... well, we have a safe phrase. 'Novice Turkey.' A phrase I can never utter during our trysts unless my pet, Mr. Gobbles, walks in on us. Which is unlikely. So it's really in good fun."

"How unfortunate fer' Gobbles." Hickey rested his cheek in his palm. "But c'mon, lad, if I'm gonna scare the lights outta my dear friend, ya gotta make with the dirty details!"

Connor looked offended. "Mr. Gobbles, to you, thank you very much."

"Mr. Gobbles. So sorry."

Connor nodded, placated. "What do you wish to know?"

"Does he tie you up?"
"With his hair ribbon if it's just my hands, otherwise.... ropes."
"Whip, whip, oh, tell me there's a whip!"
"There's two."
"Glory hallelujah, I called it!" Hickey cheered.

"Your next question is your last. Think carefully." Connor warned.

Hickey leaned over the table, whispering seriously with his companions. There were so many naughty things they could possibly be privy to. But there was really one question on their minds.

"Why?" Hickey finally asked, sitting back. "Why him?"

Connor looked surprised at the question. "It is simple, really.... I.... I love him. With all my heart, I love him. His mannerisms and habits, they are endearing to me. I melt when he kisses me, when he holds me, even when he teases me. We do not agree on everything, but I admire him; the way he carries himself, the way he leads his men with unflinching certainty on the battlefield and plays cards with them after, the way he puts his heart and soul into his beliefs, trying to fix the world and make it just a little better than it is.... even when it seems to be broken beyond repair. He drives me so crazy, sometimes. But underneath that stoic exterior, he is a good man.... a good man who, out of everyone throwing themselves at him, chose me."

There was silence for a few long moments; then Hickey sniffled. "That's one o' the most beautiful things I ever heard...." Johnson and Pitcairn squeezed hands again, united in this beautiful moment. Laws and society be damned, this really was true love. Against all odds, their beloved Grandmaster had found someone to love and cherish, and he was clearly loved and adored in return, every bit as passionately.

"Don't be a pussy, Hickey." Connor said with a smile. "It's your turn to hold up your end."

"Righto.... ya' brat...." He liked this kid more and more. "What ya' seek, young one, is a millipede."

"Millipede.....?"

"Too many legs."

"Ah..... I am going to leave a sealed package here with the barmaid. It won't be long before you're back. I would like the contents to end up in Lee's bed. While he is sleeping in it."

"Ya' got it. Pleasure doin' business with ya'."

"Likewise. But I really must go."

"Let Hickey buy you a carriage home then. He is a gentleman." Johnson said. "Isn't that so, Hickey?"

"Oh, yes Mum...."



And so they parted ways in good spirits.



Charlie would never forgive me if he found out I'm the one behind his impending nightmare. Hickey thought, as he listened to Johnson and Pitcairn gush and consider different publishers and think up horrible pen names.



General Washington would never forgive me if he found out I shared sexual secrets in exchange for millipedes in a man's bed. Connor thought, resting tiredly against the carriage seat. Well.... not without ensuring I'm bedridden for days.....

Re: Shipping Can Be Dangerous 2/?

[(Anonymous)]

I can't breathe! I can't fucking breathe stop it right now!

Re: Shipping Can Be Dangerous 2/?

[(Anonymous)]

You horrible horrible person I can't stop laughing hold me!!!!!!!