#desiel

i was wondering because i have seen you talk about multiple desmond ships… any daniel cross/desmond headcanons or ideas?

I swore I’ve gotten an ask about Daniel x Desmond but I can’t find it.

For all I know, I could have just imagined it hahahaha

So let’s go full on regression setup XD

Cross wakes up back in Abstergo New York Branch. According to the calendar app in his ‘old’ phone, he had an appointment with Warren Vidic in 10 minutes.

Now that he thought about it…

He was standing in the hallway that would lead to meeting room that had been ‘set’ as the place in his calendar app’s meeting reminder.

He must have been walking towards it when he stopped to… what?

Have a vision of the future?

Or to have his conscious be taken over by his future dead self?

Either way, Daniel already knew what the meeting was about.

He would be tasked to lead the team sent to kidnap a Desmond Miles and transfer him to the research facility in Rome.

.

It was supposed to be an easy snatch and grab.

Desmond Miles was weak.

Too tired from working a double shift.

Too used to a never-changing daily life.

That was what happened in the previous timeline.

Desmond tried to put up a fight.

He even managed to hit one of the men on the neck hard enough that the man might not be able to speak anytime soon.

But he was outnumbered, rusty and tired.

There was no way for him to escape.

That was what was supposed to happen.

And now…

Daniel looked at the carnage around the supposed tired overworked underpaid runaway Assassin.

Every man who tried to charge him were on the ground, dead from precise single strikes that aimed at their neck.

And Desmond Miles…

Not a single drop of blood even touched him.

The only thing bloodied was the simple knife he had. A lean sharp knife that would have probably been used slicing garnishes for drinks.

A knife he didn’t have in the previous timeline.

Desmond flicked his wrist, cleaning off the knife’s blade effortlessly.

Daniel’s lips curved into a manic grin as Desmond faced him.

Instead of confusion and fear…

Desmond looked at him with a blank expression.

Befitting a Master Assassin.

“You came back too, didn’t you?” Daniel asked as he unholstered his gun.

He could fire off a shot or two before Desmond reached him.

He’d hit him.

He has never felt clearer than he did right now.

Nikolai has been silent this entire time.

Maybe it was because he wasn’t the old Daniel Cross.

Or maybe…

It was because Desmond Miles loves more beautiful than ever.

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happy late birthday to my best friend, babygirl, and all-time favorite character who is totally real and alive thanks

They’ve been asking him for weeks now what he wanted to do for his birthday. He always answered with, “Let me think about it.”

It wasn’t the first birthday they celebrated as retired old fucks but now they’re more comfortable owning that title. At least he is. Sam kept asking him to stop. Plus, Sam’s not retired. He’s missing out on the good life. 

Still, Dean wasn’t sure what to do for his birthday. 

There was a time in his life when he refused to acknowledge it. Every passing minute he’d be surprised he was alive, while other times, he’d wish he wasn’t. It was confusing and definitely not something an ice cream cake and balloons could fix. 

But now, oh, he fucking celebrates. 

One year they tried to go out to a nice dinner like in the movies but the big group became too loud and their stories weren’t very family-friendly. They have done bowling for Sam’s birthday, a BBQ at a park for Eileen’s, and even an escape room for Jack’s birthday but that one didn’t go well at all. Cas even got to celebrate some birthdays. Went to Disneyland one year for it and now there’s a video of Dean crying while Chewbacca hugged him.

The point is they’re making up for all the missed birthdays. And this one is a big one for him. 

“I’m 45!” Dean entered the water park with a big grin and sticky from the layers of sunscreen Cas smothered him in. “Point me to the lazy river!”

He decided on a waterpark last week when he saw a video of some dude just floating away with a coconut drink in hand. It became his new life mission to become that man. So they all booked a plane, bought a shit ton of sunscreen—it’s an indoor park but Cas insisted—, and are now marching with their flip-flops to get a good spot to put their things down. 

Everyone went their separate ways as soon as they set their things down. They’ll meet up for lunch and dinner plans were already reserved at a Mexican place across the street. 

Life couldn’t get better than this. 

“Dean? You want to get a drink before we float all day?” Cas took his hand, leading him toward the juice bar. No alcohol is served here. 

Dean let Cas lead the way. Holding his hand securely as he looked around the place. Still pretty empty—it was a Wednesday morning— and it smelled like clean chlorine mixed with some artificial tropical scent. He liked it. 

A few minutes later they were floating down the lazy river together. Drinks in one hand and his husband’s hand in the other. Dean would happily get used to this. 

“Happy birthday, Dean.” Cas kissed him during lunch, giving Dean a slice of apple pie with a candle on top. 

Jack took pictures and started singing Happy Birthday while the rest of them joined in. Dean looked around at his little family, a bunch of weirdos who just found each other even though the story told them otherwise, and blew out his candle. 

“What did you wish for?” His husband asked while everyone else dug into the sandwiches. 

Dean smiled at him. Watching as Cas’s loving expression mirrored his. “Nothing else I need, sweetheart. I already have you.”

I loved the idea of Shawn sitting John down and being like 'kid I know you love me but we gotta go through the list first before someone tries breaking us up using it'

I only really ship a few of these, so thanks to my friends for some ideas and also @old-no7 for Shane and morrison.

Just a idea but here.

Gonna continue immediately.