(Literally NO ONE asked for this BUT HERE YA GO HAVE SOME DESAMBER MY LOVELIES)
On their reunion, Amber teased Desmond for getting hot, and Desmond’s sarcasm didn’t disappear, but neither did his tendency to blush a lot.
She joked about it ‘cause she had an alarming amount of attraction towards him.
Desmond liked Amber from they were at RPA, and he knows it. He’s actually far more calm when it comes to confessing to her than she is.
“I mean, growing up, we really get to find out who we wanna be, what we like.” He paused before continuing. “I like you.”
Cue Amber internally panicking.
Actually, you can hear the faint noise of her suppressing her screams.
After a lot of 'um’s and 'uh’s, Amber managed to tell him she liked him back.
These two together is adorableness in its purest form.
It’s not rare for them to go to the bookstore or library together, considering both of them like to read. Although Amber prefers classics and some romance, while Desmond prefers non-fiction and encyclopedias.
Both of them have quite the reliance on caffeine, so sometimes Desmond would pick up one for her on his way to drive her to school.
Amber’s point of view on the importance of fashion grew on Desmond, and he found himself almost late to school because of it.
While Desmond’s studying habits grew on her!
They don’t do PDA often, most of the time you can just catch them riding in the same car, walking together, with the occasional head on the other’s lap.
There was one time where Amber won a painting competition and she basically tackled him into a hug before kissing him like her life depended on it.
The parents’ of both parties approve of the relationship from the get-go.
Desmond won over Roland the first time he visited Enchancia. They talked about science, since Roland had actually wanted to study science but didn’t get the chance to.
And it sure didn’t take a lot for him to impress Miranda immensely.
While Desmond’s parents were relieved to know that their son had found someone so suitable to be a great queen one day.
Amber is already quite smart, but she tries to get smarter since she started dating Desmond.
She would use words she normally wouldn’t in the presence of others, one time she used 'reciprocate.’
Desmond took this as a challenge and also used alot of big words around her. Like 'tantalizing’, 'promiscuity’, and 'perspicacity.’
He even used 'lackadaisical’ once.
And would patiently teach her the meaning of those words.
Now Amber has a whole vocabulary she uses on the daily.
Desmond would always come to her competitions, either painting or fashion or basically anything his girlfriend is competing in.
Amber would do the same. Every time ISA holds a science fair or competition, you bet she’s there to support him.
Many were aware of Desmond’s feelings towards Amber when they were in RPA, but they were all shocked at how well the relationship actually works.
“I used to think you were a match for Hugo, Amber. But seeing you and Desmond now, it’s clear that you two are made for each other.” -Hildegard
That, they were.
Again, no one asked for this but I love these two so so so much so I just wanted to write this!
The sounds of a struggle come from the next room, you run through to find Desmond laying upon the ground. You walk over and utter, “given up have you?”
“Yes it’s just so annoying,” he grumbles dramatically placing his hands to his head.
“A master assassin defeated by flat pack furniture, if the Templars only knew.” You teased.
“You going to help me or mock me?” He smiles up at you.
“No, I think I will mock you for a bit longer.” You feel rather amused.
“I don’t have to lie here and take this,” he declares still being overly dramatic.
“I am sure you will survive this difficult time.”
“If your not going help me, at least help me up,” he presses.
“Oh no, I am no fool I know what your up to.” You give him a wry grin.
“Damn my evil plan is ruined. No seriously honey help me up,” he repeats his tone a little more serious now.
You raise an eyebrow, taking his hand in yours. You pull as does he, crashing you ungratefully down upon him. He swiftly flips you so he is on top, you feel his weight pressing upon you.
“You not going to finish this then?” You remark surrounded by wooden pieces.
“I would much rather start something else, something much more enjoyable,” he purrs.
He takes fingers around the zip of your hoodie and pulls pull down slowly inch by inch revealing you to him. He licks his lips. Brushing your hair from your face, he smiles down at you. “I am a very lucky man.” He sighs as he nuzzles into your neck, placing gentle and teasing kisses down the nape, nipping your shoulder as he reaches it. You gasp, a little shocked but thrilled by the sensation.
You fumble to find his zip, you drag it down, you need to feel his skin against yours. He reluctantly pulls his lips from your neck so you can free him of his hoodie. You cast it aside, taking you hands to his taught muscles, tracing your fingers over his sides enjoying the shiver that runs through him. You press your nails into his back but gently, trailing them to the small of his back. He moans softy into your ear, he turns his head to yours sealing a passionate kiss. Teasing your lips, and tasting your tongue with a lustful urgency. You brace against him, his deep passionate kisses always arouse you, the throbbing between your legs reveals your own urgency.
As he continues to enjoy lingering kiss, you grind against him, desperate to satisfy the growing urge. He breaks the kiss, and follows your cue unbuttons and peals down your jeans making sure to hook your panties so you are free to his touch. You expect him to come back up, you gasp with delight when he grips your hips and tickles his tongue over your slick entrance. He is cruel in his teasing, his tongue traces your folds slowly, peppering the skin with kisses before tentatively grazing your clit with his tongue. You whimper, in need of more. Just when you feel you can’t take a second more of his tongue teasing you he pushes it inside you slow and probing, pulling back out to circle your clit. “Oh Desmond” you cry as you arch your back hoping to increase the pressure of his tongue.
He takes it back inside of you, pushing in and out of you with controled motions. He only pulls his tongue free to circle your clit, you can feel your climax beginning to build with each push and circle of his tongue. The sensations becomes too much you buck your hips as you cry out a heady orgasm. He continues as your body trembles, your so sensitive to his touch now that it doesn’t take long for him to draw more cries of delight from your lips. When he finally stops letting down your hips only to remove his jeans, he draws back up to face you can feel the evident erection pressed to you. “I love how you sound when you come,” he whispers in a breathy tone.
He presses his erection to your dripping folds, you slowly edge your way round and turn him so you can climb a top him, you want to be in charge of his orgasm, you will return the favour and tease him until your satisfied.
You guide him to your enterance and lower upon him slowly until he fills you to the hilt. He groans appreciatively, his hands gripping your hips tightly. “Wait” he gasps.
He takes his hands to your bra, unhooking it then pulling it free of your body, he drops back down with a satisfied grin “much better,” he purrs.
You take your hands to your breasts groping them for his enjoyment and your own. You lift up your hips then lower yourself gently, enjoying the feel of him inside you. His grip upon your hips tightens he tries to take the control, but you hold still until he releases you. You continue to enjoy the sensation of him filling you, he grips your hips again desperate for you to increase the friction, and speed of hips but you refuse.
“That’s it,” he gasps.
He manages to artfully pull you back under him, he has a sly grin upon his face as he takes back the control. He is not slow or gentle, and he doesn’t need to be your so wet that he can thrust in and out with ease. His forceful thrusts add the desired friction, pulling your legs around him so he has stability to fuck you. His breath is ragged as he slams inside you, you love how he can go from sweet and loving to lustful and animalistic both arouse you. You enjoy the feel of his urgent thrusts, his deep guttural groans growing in volume as he draws closer to his release. His eyes lock on to yours as he comes hard, the pleasure that crosses his face is delicious to watch, to see him come undone, to feel and hear it is like a delight for the senses. He leans his weight against you, recovering himself slowly. You sigh softly, feeling more than satisfied.
Soon he helps you up and passes your clothes as he finds them, both dressed and satisfied. You leave the mess of unfinished furniture upon the ground vowing to get to it tomorrow, if you can keep your mind upon the task but you doubt it.
You love him, and never thought you would be the marrying kind, but when he proposed you found yourself crying yes without a second thought. Your staring at him lovingly, your gaze interrupted by the ringing of a cell phone.
Desmond answers, you hear his father asking if the house is ready for visitors. “Didn’t manage to put any furniture together.” He looks to you with sly grin.
You take to the kitchen and make a tea, enjoying the warmth of the cup in your hands. You wonder back over as he hangs up. “So, my dad’s coming over, he says we need to discuss something.”
“I don’t like the sound of it Desmond.” You confess feeling an edge from that ominous statement.
“Don’t worry we can see what he wants, I don’t have to agree to anything,” he tries to reassure you.
But you know him, he will say yes to the most dangerous of missions as he is too moral and good to refuse aiding anyone. You sigh heavily, you lost him once to the Templars, be damned if your losing him again.
“Whatever it is I am coming with you.”
“What? You can’t be serious,” he exclaims.
“I don’t care, I will not lose you again.” You declare, he knows your stubborn and will not change your mind. You wonder what you have let yourself in for.
A/N: Sorry I didn’t quite capture the GAD feel. I’ve never seen it in person so I had a tough time with it
I remember the farm. The other initiates. The constant, ever looming feeling of fear and dread. But most of all I remember Desmond. He wasn’t the friendliest at first, but over time that all changed. We grew close, sparring against one another and being each other’s shoulder to lean on. But then, one day he wasn’t. I remember his brief goodbye, the unending questions but most of all I remember the emptiness I felt from that day forward. I became distant from the others, even after we were deemed full fledged Assassins.
But the celebration didn’t last long, the Templars had found us and ambushed us from every angle. We all knew to flee to the safe points, but as I fought my way out, I saw them. All of them, the ones who trained along side me all my life. And then, it was all gone. Up in flames and smoke, everything I had ever known.
Despite all that I remembered, all I knew now was fear, darkness, and sadness. Rendezvous point after rendezvous point, lost. Overrun by Templar dogs. All I could do was keep running, but they are never far behind. It was taxing on me, not only did my disease cause me constant fear but now the threat of my own death was there as well. I was growing tired and unsure of how far I could keep going. Yet I kept my head up as I headed to New York, where my limited intel told me a small band of Assassins still kept up the fight.
Upon entering the city, I could see a plethora of Abstergo influence and control. Finding the Assassins in this city was going to be a challenge of a different level. But after more than seven years decoding Assassin codes and encryptions, I’m sure I could manage this one last mission.
The loud screeching of the train’s brakes pulled me from my spot in the back of the car; I bolted off the train and up the stairs, eager to get back in the sun and off that smelly train. I pulled my hood off and couldn’t help but look up at the magnificent buildings that dwarfed all I had ever seen. But I couldn’t stop to sightsee, I had to find an uninfluenced place to stay for a night or two. Opting out for a two-star motel, I to take some time to just enjoy having an actual mattress beneath me.
After an hour or so, I headed out in search of any sign of the Brotherhood. As I walked the streets and alleyways of New York, I was greeted with unpleasant looks and uneasy glares. No doubt they could tell I was not a New York native. Pulling up my hood, I made my way down another street, it was well enough lit but lacked a lot of the life most other streets held. Noticing the bar, I figured it would be a good start to getting info on the city and hints to the Asssassins’ whereabouts.
The tiny bell chimed alerting the employees to my presence. It was empty for the most part, only two other patrons at the moment, granted it was barely nearing six o’clock. Taking a seat at the far end of the bar, I ordered a drink before scanning the area for any signs, but once again I was disappointed.
I let the clock tick on before deciding to get moving once more. As I was about to wave the bartender down, a face that looked oh so familiar caught my eye. I paled, my blood ran cold and I swear I felt my lungs collapse.
As the man turned he must have noticed me as well, as he stopped in his tracks and went into as much shock as I did. He walked over to me slowly, like his body did it of its own will.
“Desmond?” I asked, and for the first time in a long time,I felt fearful in front of him.
“Hey, it’s,” He paused as he had to swallow his own fear I presume, “It’s been a long time.”
I could only nod. I was frozen and it was because of him. I didn’t fear him, I couldn’t not with our history, but I feared the sight of him. Like when you see things that shouldn’t be real but you can’t deny the evidence.
A dead silence fell between us and it hurt to move with my crippling anxiety mounting but I powered through. I wrote a quick note on a napkin and handed to him. With that, I slapped a fifty on the counter and bolted back to the motel.
I waited for an eternity. Paralyzed by a rush of emotions I couldn’t let out because I was running for my life. Because he left without so much as a warning. A small knock on my door made my hair stand on end, and sent me into full alert.
I peeked out the curtains to see Desmond. With a small sigh, I unlocked the door. However my hand couldn’t be brought to push down the knob. I jumped back as I felt the knob moving under my hand, and with that he walked in.
Desmond slowly closed the door behind him. As he turned, I raised my hand and swiftly slapped him. His grabbed his face in shock, questioning me with an array of looks.
“How could you?!” Despite my cold tone, my shaking was apparent. “How could you just leave me like that, Des?” I clenched my fist as I sat on the edge of the bed, tears threatening to fall down my cheeks.
“Y/N, I didn’t meant to. I just. I just couldn’t live like that anymore.”Slowly, Desmond sat next to me. His gaze locked on the floor. “I’m sorry I didn’t tell you. I knew you were sick and I know I made it worse.”
I held my head low as I fought back tears, my hands shaking visibly. I pushed back a sob, unable to speak, my mind muddled with questions and memories.
Desmond reached his hand over to mine, wrapping it around my clenched fist, “Look, I don’t know what to say other than I’m truly sorry.”
I quickly stood up, yanking my hand out from under his. “You just. I don’t even know what to say to you! Leaving in the middle of the night, abandoning all of us. We really could have used your help. I needed your help.” I turned back to face him, my eyes red, my cheeks now stained with tear streaks. “The world was scary before our friendship. But when I was with you, all the sad, all the fear,” I bowed my head, “All of the wanting to disappear faded. I needed you so much and you left.” Before I could look up, Desmond wrapped his arms around me, embracing me tightly. I desperately wanted to push him away, but for the first time in forever, I felt all my troubles dissipate. Without thinking, my arms raised, wrapping around his waist.
“I wish I could change what I did to you, but I can’t. But I can make it better now.” He placed a hand under my chin and lifted my head, “Will you give me a chance to make things right?” Cupping my cheek with his other hand, he used a his thumb to wipe away a tear.
I nuzzled my face into his hand lightly, unsure if I should let bygones be bygones. With a small sigh I replied, “Perhaps we can give it a chance.”
Desmond lowered his head, resting his forehead on my own. His hands now gripping mine tightly. “I promise, this time I will stick around.”
And here’s the evidence of their ex telling me about their actual age. (This is from September 9th btw)
Im going to keep the other image you sent me, considering self diagnosis is a hot button issue on tumblr and I’d like to avoid as many of those as I can. (I’ll keep it saved in case it needs to be brought up again thank you anon)
Idk if anyone has updated you yet, but Desmond/Monty/Julian ’s mother has been notified of the recent scams and other doings of their child. Unfortunately, in my texts above I had to use legal names, and I have no way of blocking it out. If at all possible, could you keep me on anon if you end up posting this? Thanks. I plan on further explaining this ordeal to their mother later, so that hopefully she can get begin to help fix the problems.
I can only hope this will help resolve the issue, I like that you suggested counseling, good on you anon. I hope desmond gets the help they need and finds it in them to change.
Edited out names by user request, but I have the originals saved in case someone in authority needs more proof these are ligit.
