#desshaun

“Ugh, alright.” Desmond rolled his eyes fondly. “To make up for my intense denseness, I’m gonna make you heart shaped pancakes for Valentine’s day.”

“Sap.” Shaun grasped his t-shirt with his free hand and pulled him in.

Desmond gave him another short kiss, “You haven’t seen anything yet.”

Which could have been a much sweeter moment, only if someone had manners.

“I need to go to a hardware store. Do you want any- Oh my God!”

Desmond jumped, probably at the shrill scream which the likes of he had never heard from Rebecca before. Shaun buried his head on Desmond’s shoulder to hide his blush. Rebecca already was going to needle him with I told you so, she didn’t need more material.

“We don’t want anything.” He mumbled into Desmond’s shoulder.

“I’m going to get you condoms.” She slammed the door closed.

chapter eight of “detour (to your new life)” by ArcadeGhostAdventurer

Canon: Assassin's Creed Pairing: Ezio Auditore da Firenze/Leonardo da Vinci; Desmond Miles/Shaun Hastings Rating: Mature [R] Word Count: 4,302 Summary: "You know, you're not quite as intolerable as I initially thought, and if you weren't averse to repeating this with say, no clothes for example, or in a bed - though the wall is good - I would be open to such a suggestion..."

Here you go, anon!

(From this meme!)

Bonus: