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Eventually

My goal is to finish off and close the aHiS fic and hopefully do it justice. I'm not going to be able to follow my original ideas as I didn't keep up with writing during the previous seasons. But once aHiS is closed out, I do want to write more shorter stories/one-shots. I know a lot of you enjoyed Wraith and wanted to see more of him. So my question is as follows:

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13. Cygnus X & Ummet Ozcan vs. Rozalla – Feel Free Superstring (Ummet Ozcan Smashup) [EPIC/XTRAVAGANZA] w/ DRYM – Wraith [WHO’S AFRAID OF 138]

14. Coldplay – Paradise (STANDERWICK Bootleg) [PARLOPHONE]

w/ Swedish House Mafia – One (JEFF?! Remix) [POLYDOR/UMG]

15. Sunset Bros & Mark McCabe ft. Angela McCluskey – I’m Feeling It (In The Air) (MaRLo Remix) [UMG]

16. Da Hool – Meet Her At The Love Parade [KOSMO] w/ ID – ID

17. Warrior ft. Stacey Charles – Warrior (Luke Bond Vocal Mix) [ARMIND] w/ Ayla – Ayla (Ben Nicky & Luke Bond Remix) [MAGIK MUZIK]

18. Chris Schweizer & Indecent Noise – Signals [WHO’S AFRAID OF 138] w/ Wamdue Project – King Of My Castle (Acappella) [STRICTLY]

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20. W&W & Armin van Buuren vs. Wolfpack & Warp Brothers – Ready To Phatt Bass (Warp Brothers Mashup) [SMASH THE HOUSE/RAVE CULTURE]

21. Billy Gillies – Hit The Floor [DAMAGED]

22. Dash Berlin & Cerf, Mitiska & Jaren – Man On The Run (WHITENO1SE & System Nipel Remix) [WHO’S AFRAID OF 138]

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Intolerably Unbearable

word count: 6k+

warnings: smut (18+ only): piv sex, hints of fingering, mild dom!wraith, angry!sex, hate!sex, possessive behaviour, language, sparring violence, mention of blood,  

a/n: I have been chipping away at this for a while now and no matter what I did the ending just felt bleh, but I’ve kept you guys waiting long enough. I’m super nervous about posting this because this will be the first smut I’ve posted. Also I can’t begin to explain how much I appreciate all of you! I hope you enjoy this little bit of spice

She didn’t want to do this. The last time Ayla had worked alongside Wraith, things had gone terribly. Now it was just the two of them because the Warlock they had been teamed up with had left in a hurry. There was no blame she could hold over them for that. The tension between her and Wraith was so volatile that one wrong comment could set either of them off if they were together for too long. And it had already been an hour since they started this hunt. An hour of silence as Spectre did all the talking for them; he was the one in constant communication with Zavala and Cayde. Surprisingly, the two Vanguard weren't forcing the Guardians to speak beyond what little words they might have said already.

❝You two are about to head into a dead zone. Communications will be cut. I want to see both of you come out the other side.❞ Cayde chided before the commlink started to static out on them. Ayla felt the lump form in her throat. Once again, it was just the two of them, Wraith as silent as he wanted to be. Her heart was hammering in her chest, fear building just behind her ribcage. The last time they had worked together didn't end well. Neither did any time before that. 

❝You two need to talk to each other.❞ Spectre pleaded from above her shoulder; beside him was a dejected Bee, shell folding downward in a depressive manner. Ayla's heart cracked as she looked up at the two little lights. Her jaw tensed, muscles ticking aggressively beneath the skin. No matter how badly she wanted to console them, tell them everything would work out fine, her voice wouldn't come out. No amount of urging the words out got her jaw to unlock. Nothing could get her to talk while Wraith stood in the same silence beside her. 

❝Please. The last thing either of us wants is to see you two so stubborn and reluctant to talk that one of you gets hurt beyond what we can handle.❞ Spectre's words hit her square in the chest, knocking the wind from her chest. He was right, and one glance over at Wraith told her that he came to the same senses. 

He wished he hadn't because the idea of even trying to hold any sort of conversation with Ayla bore at his insides like hot needles. There was an undefinable feeling that he wasn't even about to place as he thought about the first words that might come out of their mouths. She could say something, anything, and it would grate on his nerves like nails on a chalkboard.

❝Ayla, say something. Anything.❞ Even though she didn't talk, Bee looked at Wraith with the same pleading tone. The tightness in his chest had him clenching his own jaw, metal plates on his face grinding against one another. Neither of them opened their mouths, and he knew that this would be how the rest of the hunt went. 

❝Please, Spec. Don't push something that isn't going to work.❞ Ayla's voice hit Wraith, and all he could do was watch as she readied her Eyasluna and made her way forward, increasing the distance between them.

❝Ayla!❞ Spectre flew off after her, his voice trailing away as he caught up and left Wraith alone with Bee. 

❝Uncle Wraith... why do you two hate each other so much?❞ He couldn't ignore the sting of pain behind his optics, the threat of tears that would never fall. Bee was the only one that could bring that level of emotion from him. Hearing her so...broken like that...

❝Because she's naive, inexperienced, and impatient. I could keep going.❞ Wraith bit the words, trying to keep the disdain out of his voice as to not take it out on the little light. 

❝But why do you hate her? Those should be reasons for you to help her improve, not hate her. Guardians are supposed to work together, right?❞ Blinking, Wraith looked up at her with a defeated look. He knew what he told Bee was a lie. Ayla was a damn good Hunter. One of the best, and that was why Cayde sent her on tasks like this one. She wasn't naive, just stubborn and set in her ways, the same way he was. 

The truth was, he didn't know why he hated her. Maybe because it was easier to fight with her, blame her for what happened than to accept that he was just as much at fault, that perhaps the two of them had bitten off more than they could chew. He knew they could get along, joke with one another, and synergize perfectly. But he couldn't come to terms with what had happened to that fireteam, to the civilians they had sworn to protect. He couldn't accept it because then the only person he could be angry with would be himself.

He couldn't answer Bee because he didn't have one for her. Not one he was ready to openly admit, at least. He didn't hate Ayla. No. He hated himself. 

Shaking his head, he broke into a jog to catch up with the Hunter and her Ghost.

--

❝Ayla. Ayla! I'm sorry. I shouldn't have pushed you like that. Not in front of him.❞ Spectre had finally caught up to her. 

❝No, you shouldn't push me at all! Nothing I do is going to be good enough for him. He's a bull-headed Titan that can't accept when he's fucked something up. He'd rather push and blame me for it all.❞ She'd turned on her Ghost like a viper ready to strike. ❝I have spent years besting him with bounties, hunts, strikes, everything I can to show I won't fuck up again, and still, he only sees me as the one that fucked up that mission. The one that couldn't land her shot and killed all those people. I fucked up; I missed that shot, and that's on me. But he couldn't keep his shield up; he couldn't keep those people protected either. He won't admit that, though, because it's easier to blame the New Light. It's easier to blame me than to accept the fault in himself. There is nothing I can say that will make anything alright between us. Because no matter what, it's going to turn around back to that mission, and we'll be right back at square one again.❞ 

Ayla took a breath, shoulders trembling as she stared up at the single eye that flickered back and forth across her helm. He was trying to read her, and when Spectre's shell dropped, she knew that he finally understood. ❝I'm sorry, Spec. That's just how it is.❞ Turning on her heels, Ayla started back up the pathway, missing Specter's backward glance toward Wraith and Bee.

Wraith knew that Ayla had been doing better than him, that he kept losing to her this whole time. But why was where he had been so terribly wrong. He thought she was doing it to rub it in his face, to show him up and be the better Guardian. It didn't help that any time that she spoke to him, it was with this air that she was better than him. And maybe that was true. He hadn't managed to land a single bounty before her for months now. But it hadn't been because she wanted to show him up; she had just wanted to show him she'd improved. Ayla tried to prove to him that she wouldn't screw up again, that she was better than back then, and he couldn't see beyond their mistakes. 

Fuck. Fuck.

Ayla had pushed forward fast enough that Wraith had to break into a sprint to catch up. When he finally managed to catch sight of her again, the tunnels that they had been pushing through had opened up into an expansive cavernous room adorned with hive nesting chitin and runes. Ayla stood in the center of a dust-covered floor, the hint of long-ignored runes surrounding her. In a puff of blue light, Spectre disappeared into her pack. Bee followed suit, staying silent as Wraith watched like everything was in slow motion. The massive creature that crawled up from the ledge that looked over a pit of inky nothingness was heart-stopping. They knew the hive had things like Ogres and giant Knights that towered over buildings, but this? 

It looked like a chitinous spider as its legs started to show, one by one, looming over Ayla as she stumbled backward. Wraith didn't even realize that he was moving, breaking into a sprint as Ayla's body lit up with void light. He heard the whistle of her arrow and its impact hitting the creature as his arms wrapped around her waist. ❝Bee!❞ He didn't have to say more as he tackled Ayla to the ground, her shoulder colliding with the metal floor of his ship as Bee transmated them out of the cavern. 

❝What the fuck!?❞ Ayla's hands slapped at his chest, pushing him off her with vehemence. ❝What the fuck was that about!?❞ Grabbing her wrists, Wraith hovered over her and pinned them against the floor above her head.

❝That was not something we needed to be trying to take on right now. I don't know what that was, but I'm not about to let either of us die trying to find out. We need to get back and tell the Vanguard about it.❞ Wraith grunted down at her, trying to keep the annoyance out of his voice. He'd just saved her from what he could only assume would have been their final death had they stayed. And yet she was mad at him for it. 

❝I had it tethered! We could have at least tried to take it on!❞ Ayla was still arguing, the anger in her voice palpable as she strained to get her wrists free from his hold. 

❝Stop trying to prove to me that you can handle this shit! I'm not letting us die because you think you have something to prove!❞ This time he raised his voice, which had been a mistake. Ayla's helm collided with his and sent him tumbling backward. His ass hit the floor before he felt the pressure on his chest. Ayla had lunged, landing on him as she pulled her arm back to swing. Moving his head at the last second, her fist hit the floor. 

❝I don't have to prove shit to you!❞ Ayla hated that he was getting under her skin again and still thought so little of her. He thought they wouldn't be able to take on whatever that hive abomination was. One buck of his hips and she tumbled to the side, her body hitting the floor as he flipped their positions. 

❝That's what I'm trying to tell you, you little shit!❞ Once more, her wrists were gathered in one of his hands and pinned above her head as he straddled her waist. No amount of twisting or turning of her body would get her free. ❝I get it. You wanted to show me that you were better, stronger, and wouldn't mess up again. You wanted me to admit that you weren't the only one at fault. I get it. I fucked up too. But you would have died down there, gotten us both killed because you're trying so hard to prove to me that you won't screw up again that you were doing exactly that!❞ Ayla faltered at his words, lips popping open behind her helm in a desperate attempt to find the words she wanted to spit out at him.

❝So stop being so damn impulsive, so fucking impatient, and just use the brain that sits in that head of yours.❞ Wraith barked down at her, his anger toward the situation making him tremble slightly.

❝I'm not being impatient or impulsive!❞ Ayla snapped, ignoring some of the things he'd pointed out just moments before.

❝Goddammit, Ayla!❞ He lifted her hands and slammed them back against the floor of his ship. ❝You're going to get yourself killed one of these days trying to get me to realize you're stronger than you were before. I get it; you are. Yeah, you've improved, but you're still making costly mistakes. This time in some vain attempt to prove something!❞ Lifting her knee, Ayla brought it up between his thighs and pushed straight against his groin. He may not have a human body, but she knew that some sensitive receptors were still there that would hopefully cause enough pain to get him off of her.

Wraith let out a grunt, his fingers loosening their hold on her wrists as she wiggled out from beneath him. Getting onto her feet, she hooked her fingers behind his head and brought his face down as she lifted her knee up. The crack his helm made against her knee guard was satisfying enough that a smile grazed her lips for a split second. It didn't last as Wraith lifted a hand and ripped his, now cracked, helmet off his head. Those red eyes that looked up at her sent a spark of chills down her spine. Goosebumps freckled her skin, making her armor feel tighter than usual as she stepped back. 

❝Don't push your luck, little one.❞ Wraith was looking at her, watching Ayla with an unbroken gaze as she stepped back again. He had her hesitating. Good. That meant she was actually taking a moment to think about her next action instead of just rushing against him. However, seeing her boot coming toward his face had him ducking, arms reaching out toward the leg she balanced on. Grabbing it, he yanked it toward him and let her crash to the floor. Maybe she wasn't taking a moment to think after all.

Ayla pushed her free leg out, her boot pressing against Wraith's face roughly. She wasn't about to let him win against her just because he was throwing his size and weight around. Her body slid across the floor, closer to him despite her boot against his face. Her leg slipped, and the back of her knee ended up on his shoulder, pressing down against her chest as he leaned forward, looming over her. Red filled her vision, not because she was angry, but because his eyes were so close to her face. 

❝I said, don't. Push. Your luck.❞ The words were broken with pauses in between to accentuate his purpose. Wraith knew that Ayla would struggle to break free from their current position, one leg hooked over his shoulder as he pinned her to the floor. ❝You move without thinking, and this is why you haven't shown me that you've improved at all. You're reckless, careless in what you do, and have only gotten lucky with your bounties.❞ Her hand collided with his face, the crack of her knuckles against his cheek deafening. A shadow crossed his face as he glared down at her.

❝Fuck you.❞ Ayla spat before he stood abruptly. Her boot hit the floor with a thump before he grabbed her arm and hoisted her up. She felt the strain in her shoulder as the muscle fought to keep him from dislocating it. The pain shot through her arm like white fire, pinpricks of heat making her fingertips go numb as he kept his fingers wrapped around her bicep. 

❝That's all you got? Fuck you?❞ Wraith laughed then, a deep sound that was both insulting and intoxicating. ❝If you want to hurt me, you'll have to try harder than spitting a few childish words my way.❞ That was when he felt it, a sharp pain between his chest plates, right under his arm. Looking down, he saw the knife driven into his side, Ayla's delicate fingers still wrapped around the blade's handle. ❝There you go, that's a little better. But not quite enough.❞ Yanking her toward him, Wraith wrapped an arm around her, keeping her pinned against his chest as he used the other to pull the blade from his side and rip it from her hands. Metal clattered against metal as the knife skittered across the floor and out of her reach.

❝Let go of me!❞ Ayla snapped, earning another laugh from him as his focus was once more on her rather than the blade she had attempted to drive deeper into his side. His arms were longer than hers, capable of keeping her trapped against him with a single one while he was free to fiddle around with the other at will. She, however, had lost the use of her left arm, her right barely able to move around her waist. She could feel the handle to another blade, but only with her fingertips. 

❝And what if I was Cabal or a Hive Knight? Are you just going to tell them to let you go? Are you going to lie there and take whatever they throw at you while screaming words they'll never listen to?❞ What game was he playing? Ayla wasn't sure, but what she could place was the sudden rush of fresh air as her helmet slipped off her head and hit the floor behind her. He'd distracted her long enough to unlatch it and pry it free. Swinging her head forward, it crashed against his. The sharp pain on her forehead went ignored as Wraith grunted and stumbled backward. 

❝You know that ends up doing more damage to you than it does me, right?❞ As he lifted his gaze, Wraith could see the split in her skin as red began to pool up and slowly drip down her temple. The grin on her lips was something he'd never forget. She was having fun. The way her lips curled wasn't everyday joy; she was exhilarated. ❝You're enjoying this, aren't you?❞ The flash of her pink tongue as she licked her rosy lips was enough of an answer for him. The nod of her head only confirmed it further.

--

Of all the things they could be doing, fighting on the floor of Wraith's ship wasn't something they had dreamed of. Sure, they had moments of wanting to deck the other in the face, push them off a cliff, or run them over with a Pike, but this? This was a new level to their dynamic, one that had them both huffing as Wraith got Ayla pinned to the floor again. Multiple times she'd stabbed him now. There were wounds in his thighs, arms, ribs, and even one in his lower stomach, while she already had bruises blossoming around the cut on her forehead and cheek. He was sure that she had more under her armor, painting her skin dark red, blue, and purple. 

Beneath him, Wraith watched as Ayla panted, head against the floor and eyes closed. Her hair was a mess, no longer pulled back in a bun that would fit inside her helmet. Her lips were swollen, bright red, and the lower one even had a split down the middle at some point. 

❝You finally willing to admit that I won?❞ Wraith chuckled out the words only to earn a glare from her. 

❝Not a chance, tin man.❞ Her hand hit his jaw, pushed up, and had him lifting away from her just enough that she pulled her legs out from under him. Both feet planted firmly on his thighs as she used them to push herself out from under him and several feet away. ❝There isn't a chance in hell that I'm going to lose to you.❞ Ayla gave him another glare, eyes narrowed dangerously as she maneuvered into a crouched position. 

❝Ornery little thing, aren't you?❞ Wraith stood, watching as she grabbed two knives from her hips, holding both in defensive positions. She was ready to strike, and he was prepared to put her in her place. He'd been pulling his punches so far. After all, she was a human, and he was an EXO built to handle combat situations. He could easily break her and force Spectre to revive her if he really wanted to. Standing his full height, he watched as Ayla looked up at him as if she was seeing him for the first time. He saw the way her eyes widened oh so little, how her fingers adjusted themselves around the handles of her knives, tightening to the point that her gloves strained at the knuckles. Wraith watched as her shoulders squared and her legs settled into a locked position, thinking she was ready for whatever he was about to toss her way.

❝No, just confident.❞ Ayla quipped. Her tone, combined with the words she used, had Wraith lunging forward, his arm hooking around her waist as he tackled her onto the floor. He felt the blades as both of them were driven right into his shoulder blades. They were wounds that Bee could heal up later, but getting Ayla pinned to the floor was his priority, so he shrugged off the pain. She wanted to talk confidence; he would show her confidence then. Both hands were drawn above her head, wrists pinned under the palm of one large hand. The other hand found her chin, lifting it, so she was looking at him.

❝You talk a strong game of confidence, yet you tremble beneath me. You still have a long way to go.❞ He watched as Ayla parted her lips, a sneer forming as she snapped her teeth at him like a feral animal. 

❝You have no idea what you're talking about.❞ Ayla denied. Yes, she was trembling, but not because she wasn't confident. Because the way he kept her pinned to the floor stoked a fire in her gut that she hadn't been able to extinguish since he transmatted them onto his blasted ship. She hadn't stopped thinking about how her wrists felt so tiny in his grip or how she felt nearly powerless against him due to his size alone. Ayla hadn't been able to stop thinking about how much she enjoyed that feeling.

❝Don't I, though? Your body quakes because you can't stop thinking about how easy it is for me to keep you pinned.❞ Wraith hummed down at her, his cocky tone making her close her eyes tightly. Tilting his head only slightly, Wraith dipped his head down by her neck, letting out a rush of hot air against her skin. He watched as the goosebumps formed in a wave over her skin, slipping down and hiding beneath her armor. 

❝Shut up.❞ Ayla huffed the words through grit teeth as she tried to butt the side of her head against his. His hand holding her chin kept her in place, however. ❝Get the fuck off me.❞ She tried wiggling, denying that this entire thing was anything more than the hate-filled fight it should have always been. There was nothing in her but anger toward him, nothing more. But the moment his lips plates pressed firmly against her lips, that facade came crashing down. 

Wraith felt her gasp against his lip plates, her whole body tensing beneath him. Her wrist shifted as her hands balled into fists. But as he pulled back, she chased him, her lips remaining against his until she couldn't crane her neck any further. As he looked down at her, there was a moment that both of them seemed to freeze, silent questions bouncing between them. Had he meant to do that? Did he enjoy it? Did she enjoy it? The realization came as his fingers released her wrist, and she wrapped her arms around his shoulders. Her lips crashed against his as he hooked an arm under her body and lifted her up. Falling back onto his ass, Wraith pulled her up and onto his lap, keeping her tight against his chest. Her hands worked over his armor, small clicks sounding as she undid the clasps; the heavy outer shell hit the floor beside him. 

❝The knives,❞ he hissed as the back stayed pinned against him. Ayla didn't hesitate to yank them out of his body, painfully releasing his armor from him. ❝Bitch.❞ He snapped as she leaned down, pressing her lips against the sensitive spot on his neck, unprotected by the rigid metal plates that covered his body. Closing his eyes, Wraith let his head tip back, opening his neck to Ayla further as he gripped her hips tightly. One approving hum had Ayla huffing against his neck, her breath warm and inviting.

Ayla hadn't expected the kiss, the acceptance, or the intensity of this. Her entire body felt like it was on fire from the inside out. The way Wraith's hands gripped her hips had her rocking against him, chasing the friction that might help ease the unbearable heat that tore at her core. A whine nearly broke from her when they left her hips before she felt his fingers working at the latches to her armor. Wraith peeled her armor from her with desperate haste, discarding it on the floor with his as she continued to work his neck with her lips. The soft, almost silicone-like material was hot against her lips and not as forgiving as the skin of a human.

❝Ayla,❞ Wraith groaned out her name as she shifted her hips to help him discard her armor faster. Her hands pressed against his chest, urging him to lie back onto the floor. She straddled his lap as soon as he was flat and sat up. His hands still gripped at her hips, engulfing her in warmth as she grabbed the lower hem of her undershirt to yank it off. Wraith watched as Ayla bared her body to him, discarding her shirt to the side. His hands moved up her sides until he could tangle his fingers into the hair on the back of her head. Roughness was the only thing the two of them knew and understood as he pulled her down so their lips could crash together once more. When her chest pressed against his, her lips moving against his, Wraith couldn't stop the way his hands gripped at her waist, fingers biting into her flesh as she let out a quaking moan. 

Ayla loved the bite of his fingers into her body, the way he gripped at her with desperation to keep her on top of him. It urged her hips to rock against him once more, grinding herself against the firmness of his armor. She could feel it pressing against her thighs with just the right hint of pain to keep her from completely crumbling. Feeling pressure on her hips from Wraith's hands, she rocked them forward. A switch in the direction of the pressure, and she rolled her hips backward. He continued to guide her, urging her to pick up the pace until the trembles in her legs started. 

With a grunt, Wraith sat up, one arm hooking around her waist as he rolled them over. Lifting onto his knees, he flicked open the latches to his leg armor and kicked it off. Looking down at Ayla, Wraith felt that hunger in his gut grow. He wanted to devour her, leave her body trembling as she cried out his name. He wanted to break her in so many different ways until she was a mess, and he had to put her back together. Ayla shifted, her thumbs hooking into the thin under armor pants. Slowly, she started to shimmy them down her legs, too slow for him. 

Hooking his fingers in the waistband, Wraith yanked them down to her ankles, the seams popping as they tore. Ayla let out a startled gasp that had his lip plates shifting into a devious grin. Oh, he was going to enjoy this so much. Shimmying out of his own under armor pants, he let those join the rest of the clothes and armor, littering the floor of his ship haphazardly. 

❝Tell me you want this.❞ Wraith grunted, one hand pressed flat against the floor next to Ayla's head. ❝Tell me.❞ The way she looked up at him, the innocence in her eyes, had him nearly groaning. Wraith let that groan bubble free when her fingers slid down his chest to wrap around his cock.

❝I want this. So stop talking and fuck me already.❞ Ayla didn't have to tell him twice, but he wouldn't be that quick with it. With that one hand supporting him, he lowered his other down her body, fingers sliding over her clit. He felt her hips jerk, her body unused to the touch. Still, his fingers moved further, his thumb taking their place to run tight circles around her clit. 

She hated that Wraith was using his hand, that his fingers felt so delightfully good against her heated body. She hated that she wanted to feel them inside of her until they made her fall apart. Mainly she hated how painfully slow he was suddenly being. ❝Wraith,❞ his name came out as a whine as his thumb pressed against her clit, his fingers delving between her lips to chase the heat from her cunt. 

❝You're already so wet for me...❞ Wraith hummed deviously. He expected something, but feeling how slick Ayla was for him had a new wave of unbridled desire wash over him. The whimper that she let out at his words only pressed him further into no return. 

❝Shut up. Just fuck me already.❞ Ayla snapped up at him, her fingers tightening ever so slightly around his cock in warning. Making a clicking noise, Wraith leaned forward and pulled his hips back, freeing himself from her grip. 

❝Easy, Baby Girl. I'm in control here.❞ Watching the array of emotions that flickered over Ayla's face had him settling himself between her hips with a smirk. The slap of her hand against his chest had Wraith snatching up her wrist to pin her hand above her head. ❝Don't make me find a way to keep those hands there. Do I make myself clear?❞ 

Ayla could feel her entire body melt when Wraith looked down at her with that dominant intensity. All she could do was nod until his hand slowly released her wrist. The pressure as the tip of his cock pressed against her left her letting out another whine, her body trembling with unbridled need. ❝Good, because if you want me to hurry up and fuck you, that would only hinder that process.❞ Ayla bit her lower lip to keep the sassy retort from tumbling free. 

Wraith snapped his hips against hers, and the sound that tore from Ayla's lips was enticingly beautiful. It started out as a shocked cry that ebbed away into a trembling whimper as her thighs quivered. He wanted more, wanted her to cry out for him, scream his name and beg for whatever he could give her. Another snap of his hips, and he watched as her breasts bounced, her body jolting with the power behind his thrust. Ayla cried out again, hands gripping at his forearms, nails biting against the plating.

❝That's it. Sing for me, Baby Girl.❞ Slowly, He started rocking his hips, watching as her body jerked with each push inward. He felt her hands slip against his arms, squeezing tighter to find purchase. 

❝Wraith–oh fuck.❞ Ayla stuttered as she tried to focus on talking. Each jolt of Wraith's hips had her crying out in pleasure, lascivious moans tumbling from her lips as he continued to buck his hips. ❝I–fuck–I need more.❞ Panting out the words, she wasn't sure he'd even hear her. But when he shifted his position, settling on his legs and at a higher angle, one thrust was all it took to get her writhing and screaming out for him. His hands gripped her hips, keeping her still so he could continue his movements. 

Holding her tightly, Wraith pulled her back with each forward thrust, listening as she sang her pleasures for him. ❝Such a good girl, screaming out for me like that.❞ When he was sure that Ayla wasn't going to squirm anymore, he took one hand and ran it up her side, followed the curve of her ribs to the valley between her breasts. His hand climbed higher until his fingers touched her neck. Still, they climbed higher until she wore his hand like a necklace. She wrapped her delicate fingers around his wrist with one hand as his fingers squeezed her neck. 

❝You like that, Baby Girl?❞ Ayla couldn't take much more; her body was strung tight, legs trembling against Wraith's hips. Her eyes closed as she nodded her answer to him. ❝Talk to me, Baby Girl, tell me you like it.❞ Right, Wraith was one for words. 

❝Yeah, I like it.❞ Ayla knew he'd push her further, make her say the words he wanted to hear. But she was utterly too focused on how his cock felt as it pressed deeper into her with a particularly rough thrust. 

❝Like what?❞ Looking up at him, Ayla almost sneered, but she hesitated with his hand still wrapped around her neck. 

❝I like it when you choke me, Daddy.❞ Wraith's hips stuttered, his optics blowing wide at her choice of words. Even his fingers loosened as he took a moment to recover from her quip. ❝Don't stop, please don't stop.❞ For a second, she regretted calling him that. Catching him off guard to the point that he froze was not her intention. Her hips started to squirm, attempting to elicit the same sensations he provided moments before. Wraith leaned forward, his lip plates pressing against her lips as his fingers squeezed around her neck again. 

❝That's good, Baby Girl. Tell Daddy what you want.❞ He spoke against her lips before giving her a rough thrust. Ayla couldn't bite back the cry that parted her lips and bounced off the walls of his ship. ❝Tell me everything you want, let me give it to you. Let me break you apart until I have to put you back together again.❞ Wraith's hips stilled, slowing to a gentle roll. ❝Let. Me. Shatter. You.❞ Each word was punctuated with a buck, each one rewarded with a destitute cry from Ayla. ❝Fuck, I love how you sing for me.❞

Ayla trembled as pleasure and warmth blossomed from her core, radiating out in blissful euphoria. There was no controlling the shake of her legs as her thighs pressed tightly against his waist. Her breath stuttered as the heat in her body grew, exploding from the inside out as Wraith continued to thrust with abandon. His unrelenting determination had Ayla reaching her peak, hips writhing as she let out a strangled moan. 

❝That's a good girl.❞ Wraith all but purred the words as he slowed to a near stop, loving how she felt as her body fluttered around his cock. Those purposeful thrusts grew into soft gyrations, his hips barely moving against her as Ayla's body relaxed against the floor. ❝I hope you understand that this means you're mine.❞ She could feel his lip plates moving against the shell of her ear, the soft brush of warmth from his fans as he spoke. A condition stuck to the tip of her tongue, a comment that she wanted to make, but as his movements continued to draw the last dregs of bliss from her, words were incapable of forming.

Seconds turned into minutes, minutes into timelessness. Ayla wasn't sure how long they had been on the floor or when they had moved to the large bed that he had tucked into a corner of his ship. But they were there now, with Wraith above her, arms pressed into the mattress on either side of her head. He was settled between her legs, pressed tightly against her hips as he made a mess of her yet again. Her toes were curled, fingers gripping his arms as her body came down from another fit of bliss. 

❝One condition.❞ Ayla hummed as Wraith flopped onto his back, one arm tugging her to his side. Her words had him letting out a soft grunt of inquiry. ❝To your earlier comment about being yours.❞ Wraith looked up at her in question, a brow plate raised as his eyes narrowed lazily. Ayla swung a leg over his hips, positioning herself on top of him. ❝I'm yours now, right?❞ With a huff of laughter, Wraith nodded. 

❝Yes.❞ He wondered where she was going with this. Ayla wasn't usually one to clip her words and draw her thoughts painfully long. His breath hitched in his throat as her fingers wrapped around his cock again. 

❝Then you're mine.❞ Ayla sat her hips down, taking all he had to give in once slow and languid motion. Wraith let his head fall back against his pillow as a deep groan bubbled up from deep in his chest. 

❝I assumed that would be the case.❞ He grunted, hands gripping at her hips again. Blunt fingertips dug into her hips as she started to rock her hips. 

❝I'm glad we're on the same page then.❞ Watching the grin that spread across her lips had a primal desire flaring inside of him. Wraith sat, nearly tipping her over backward before his arm looped around her. His lip plates found the soft skin on her neck, nipping enough to gain a started gasp from her. 

❝We've been on the same page; we've just been in denial over it.❞ Wraith lifted his gaze, eyes locking with Ayla's as she looked down at him. Tangling his fingers in her hair again, he tugged her head down, her lips meeting with his in a hungry kiss. He wished he could deepen the kiss, taste her fully on his tongue and enjoy what was purely Ayla. He couldn't give her everything he wanted to, but with the way she writhed against him, the way her hips ground against his, he knew he didn't need to.

❝Wraith...❞ Ayla whined against his lips. 

❝Easy, Baby Girl. I got you.❞ He spoke the words like a promise, keeping her pulled tightly against him as his hips bucked up, giving her exactly what she wanted. He could feel her legs trembling again, and this time a fresh heat began to build in his gut, twisting and churning like a wildfire building out of control. As his hips stuttered, the usual pace falling out of control, Ayla started to rock her hips, keeping up the speed he had set moments before. ❝Fuck...❞ Wraith breathed the word hot against her neck. ❝Just like that, fuck, that feels good.❞ His praise pushed Ayla to keep moving, stoking that fire higher until it seared him from the inside out. His body began to shake, trembling beneath Ayla as he met his own peak and tumbled face down over the precipice. There was no coming back from this, and both Guardians were very aware of this.

❝Fuck, Ayla.❞ Wraith wrapped his arms around her, and for the first time in a long time, she felt safe. The warmth of his body radiating around her had her leaning down, cheek pressed against his shoulder as she nestled her face against his neck. 

❝I could stay like this for hours.❞ She admitted, fingers playing in circles along his other shoulder. 

❝Then we do.❞ Wraith hummed as he slowly leaned back, keeping her against his chest with a strong arm around her back. 

❝Don't. Please don't tempt me.❞ Ayla's fought back the chuckle as she sat up, hands pressed firmly against his chest. ❝We have to tell the Vanguard about that thing. We can't just sit here.❞ She wanted to, but whatever that spider Hive monstrosity was, the Vanguard needed to know about it as soon as possible. Wraith snorted and gave the side of her ass a soft slap.

❝You're unbearable, you know that?❞ A smile on his face had Ayla chuckling as she lifted herself off of him. 

❝You're cleaning that up, by the way.❞ Jumping off the bed, she grabbed all of her clothing and armor and slipped away into the small bathroom on his ship. 

❝Of course.❞ Wraith rolled his eyes but didn't take them off her until she vanished behind the bathroom door. Falling backward onto the bed again, Wraith let out a long breath and closed his eyes. Everything he thought he knew about that little, obnoxiously intolerable Hunter had changed in a split second.

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After Intolerably Unbearable, I imagine Wraith waking up early, Ayla almost passed out next to him, and the fact he left her so satiated and exhausted will feed his ego for weeks. Feed. Right, food.

He goes to his ship kitchenette, trying to be as quiet as possible to not disturb his sleeping partner or alert Bee that he's up already. He doesn't know what he will say if she asks about this new situation. That's for later. Now he's too hungry to think, his head's too high in cloud nine, and he wants to keep impressive the hunter in his bed.

Breakfast sounds like a good idea. A delicious one that'd make Ayla praise his cooking.

Wait, the cupboards are empty. The cookie jar only has four water biscuit left. There's no pancake mix or eggs.

He had been so furious when he was told who would be his fireteam for the next mission that he had forgotten to take all the preparations he usually did. Bee typically reminds him of buying different types of food, not just the nutritional bars the Vanguard supplies them with, but she had been so nervous at the time... He takes a deep breath. He's always ashamed of himself when he affects Bee like that.

At least there's some coffee left. Still, he runs both his hands down his face with a frustrated groan. This is a bad first morning-after impression.

He doesn't even hear when the hunter rose from the bed.

She softly knocks against the wall to catch his attention, the noise managing to make him jump a little. He turns, the good morning ready on his throat, nervousness making his fans speed up, but when he looks at her, he realizes the shirt she's wearing is very familiar. The one that has the phrase 'Bringing the thunder' and a photo of him about to thundercrash a Goliath. The gift from fireteam after he helped them during a mission. It looks ridiculously big on her. Her hair is in all directions, her face still half-asleep, and under the kitchen light the hickeys on her neck and chest look like bruises. It's one of the hottest images he's ever seen.

His voice box struggles for a few seconds before he can speak. "I'm making breakfast, but there is not much left."

"Oh, it's fine. I'm not that hungry." She says, voice hoarse, just as her stomach protests loudly. The blush spread around her face like fire.

"Wait until you hear mine. It's even weirder because I don't even have a stomach!" He tells her, and it makes her laugh, so he laughs too.

It looks like she wants to say something more, but she bites her lower lip instead and starts shifting uncomfortably from one foot to another. It's odd to see her so unsure. A little charming, too. She braves taking a few steps closer to him, not making eye contact, her face still a little red, and with shaky hands Wraith gently grabs her chin and makes her look up.

"Hey," He says, takes the hint when she stares at his mouth, leans down and kisses her softly, using a little arc energy to give her a tingly sensation.

They remain like that for a few seconds, a bit breathless when they part. Ayla licks her lips and smiles.

"Hey, you." She whispers, her blush warm to the touch. And he kisses her again, just because he can.

Their ghosts join them when they start drinking the coffee. Bee asks about the mission the other two did in the Reef, if it's true the Queen had asked them to join the court for dinner. And Ayla smiles, shares the tale, her small hand wrapping around Wraith's half-way through the story.

Oh this is so cute and domestic and ugh I adore it. Domestic vibes are something I live for in situations/fandoms you don't typically see them. We know that its canon that guardians jump off the tower for fun, but we don't get a glimpse into the personal lives of our guardians.

I would love nothing more than a small social space that is our guardians home and/or ship interior. Something we can customize with our accomplishments in game. I got the vidmaster seal? Give me a collection of visuals that are based around videogames to fill my apartment with. Or a color scheme for the interior of my ship, just gimme. Don't even get me started about mini pets of Crota, oryx, zydron. I would die if we got stuff like that because it just feels so much more personal then.

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before ayla and wraith got together, spectre and bee, very aware of their guardian's true feelings, tried to get them to kiss by putting mistletoes everywhere in the apartment. bee would pretend to be sad when they didnt honor the tradition by kissing

Spectre and Bee had been on one of their crazy schemes again. Bee wasn't one to just forget and let things go, and Spectre was unable to turn the cute little ghost down what she asked nicely. Not only that, but he very much had the same view as her. Ayla and Wraith needed to come to terms with what they really meant to one another, and what better way than to celebrate holiday traditions. However, this had been going on for years, and Spectre doubted that Ayla and Wraith would cave this year.

So, once more, every door, every arch, every possible surface that They might both walk under at the same time was coated in mistletoe. That meant the entire ceiling by Bee's standards. With each piece in place and at a speedy rate, Spectre and Bee waited patiently on Ayla's fireplace mantel, waiting for the two to return from dinner together. The sound of the lock unlatching and Ayla's laughter from the other side had Bee trembling beside Spectre.

❝I still don't think you could beat me in a 1v1 sneaky-only fight.❞ Chuckling, Ayla flicked on the light switch only to turn and see the corruption that hung from her ceiling. Every last centimeter of it. There was no safe place to walk without Bee and Spectre cracking a comment about her and Wraith being under the mistletoe. ❝What the–❞ Behind her, she felt Wraith close the distance between them, his chest against her back as he chuckled deeply. ❝What are you laughing at?❞

❝Maybe,❞ Wraith leaned forward, his hands on her hips as his lip plates ghosted along the shell of her ear. ❝ We should entertain them just this once.❞ Ayla twisted in his arms, the action bringing her face to face with him. Wraith didn't hesitate. His lip plates pressed against her lips for a brief second. The move was so unexpected that Ayla's eyes blew wide. The kiss only lasted a second before Wraith pulled away, leaving his hands on her hips.

❝I think–❞ She couldn't finish as his hands cupped her jaw and pulled her back for another kiss. This time, she leaned into it, hands gripping tightly at the front of his jacket. She had been thinking of something, but right now, the only thing on her mind was the way the cold metal of Wraith's lip plates felt against her heated skin. There was no way this would be a 'just this once' kind of scenario. Oh right, that was what she was going to say.

❝I don't think this will be 'just this once.'❞ Both of them breathed the words out against one another, pausing at the timing before slipping into a fit of laughter.

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This made me think of Ayla/Wraith or Ayla/Cayde

I had to turn this into something, so I wrote it into chapter 32, and then wrote a little solo something because I have no self-control. I hope you guys enjoy this little piece of work.

Rating: 18+ Pairing: Wraith x Ayla Word Count: 1631 Warnings: spice, teasing A/N: I blame all of you for even putting this pairing into my head, and this is one of the results.

As the days had been dragging on, with little to no actual jobs being posted, Ayla and Wraith had taken to exploring the city for everything it had to offer. They tried to keep busy with food, minor activities, and some group activities with a handful of Wraith's friends. Meeting Madison had been the highlight of her days. The Warlock was an upbeat, lovely, and yet sassy woman. Her husband was the complete opposite, keeping to himself and only speaking when necessary. He was a Titan by class and stature. Jackyl was the odd one out, a Hunter like herself but more jaundiced than the rest of them. Nevertheless, the group of them found things to do that everyone enjoyed. Which happened to include checking out the new laser tag arena that had popped up recently.

❝Teams are gonna be unbalanced.❞ Simon grunted out in his intimidatingly deep voice.

❝What about the two Titans against the Warlock and Hunters?❞ Madison almost purred the words at her husband. The unspoken challenge was acknowledged by Simon as his eyes narrowed dangerously at her. ❝Surely you and Wraith can take us on.❞ Ayla loved the way the woman spoke with such fiery confidence. Maybe it was a warlock thing, but something screamed that it was just a Madison thing. ❝What do you say, Wraith? Think you and Simon can take the three of us on?❞ Her tone had gone from thick sultry honey to an innocent hum in a split second as she changed targets.

❝Maddy, you know that Simon alone could kick all of our asses, even if we were allowed to use our Light in here.❞ Jackyl groaned, throwing his head back as he complained about the team setup.

❝I don't know; Ayla has a bit of a reputation as of late.❞ Madison cooed as she looked back at Ayla with her honey-hued eyes. Blinking, Ayla wondered just what she meant by that. She didn't think that her endeavors had that much of an impact. Then again, she knew there were whispers about her taking out the Barons and Uldren after her Vanguard had been murdered. They knew that she wore Ace on her hip and had become a deadeye with it over the years. It was no secret that she had also taken the ice mantle from the Darkness and wielded it with a ferocity that made even Eramis tremble before she sealed her away in an icy prison. So maybe she did know what Madison was hinting at.

❝I see no harm in it. What's the worst that could happen? We lose but have a fun time doing so? Besides, I think I can take Wraith on. You two would just have to handle Simon.❞ Ayla shrugged a single shoulder before looking over at Wraith. His red eyes were locked on her, a hint of a grin tugging at his faceplates. A glint in his eyes told her he accepted her challenge, just like Simon had with Madison. Good.

❝Good! Then it's settled.❞ Madison clapped her hands loudly before hooking arms with both Ayla and Jackyl. ❝See you boys on the battlefield!❞ The redhead sang happily as they made their way into the spawn zone to get suited up. The moment the vest was on her body, Ayla's adrenaline spiked. She'd spent time in the crucible, knew what it felt like to go against Titans. But she'd never gone against Wraith, nor Simon. Both men were incredibly intimidating due to their size alone.

The moment the doors opened to let them into the arena, Ayla felt her heart pounding vigorously in her chest. She could hear the blood rushing in her ears and the excitement pumping in her veins. Rounding a corner, she stopped to listen. Madison ghosted down the lane to her right, her footsteps utterly silent as she made her way through the maze. For a moment, Ayla thought that she might have been using some sort of Warlock ability to keep quiet, but after watching her for a moment longer, she realized the woman was just light on her feet. Jackyl, however, was insanely loud as he rushed through the alleys. How he survived as a Hunter was beyond her capability of understanding.

Making her own way through the mess of walls, Ayla listened for any set of footsteps she could. It was nearly silent, minus Jackyl's echoed footfalls and Madison letting out an excited shriek. She was far to the left now, and her laughter was enough to tell Ayla that it was Simon. That meant that Wraith was either stationary or had improved his own skills in the stealth department. She couldn't stay put and started sneaking through the alleys again. Corner after corner, she came up empty-handed, watching the score tick on her wrist as Madison and Simon played their own game.

Rounding one corner, Ayla let out a huff. It was a dead-end. How the hell had she not found Wraith yet? Turning on her heels, a startled gasp parted her lips. Wraith was stalking toward her, red eyes trained on her as he closed the distance between them. Taking several steps backward, she hit the wall, eyes wide as he closed her in with a hand on either side of her shoulders, palms flat against the wall.

❝You talk a strong game, but when you see me, you don't even draw your weapon.❞ The confidence in Wraith's voice shook her to the core, leaving her swallowing down the lump in her throat. Ayla might have tried to come up with a retort to his observation, but his hands moved quickly as he leaned forward. She felt his hands on the back sides of her thighs as he hoisted her up and pushed her back against the wall. Instinct drove her to press her thighs against his hips and wrap her legs around his waist the best that she could. She ignored the sound of her laser gun clattering to the floor.

❝Unarmed and in a bit of a predicament, aren't you?❞ His lips plates were against her neck, hot air ghosting across her skin. Ayla shivered against him as goosebumps freckled every bit of her body. ❝You can tell me to stop, and I will.❞

❝No!❞ Ayla hissed, her voice barely above a harsh whisper. ❝Don't stop.❞ She was trembling as one of his hands moved up the side of her body, following the curve of her waist until hitting the bulky form of the vest. Skipping over that, Wraith lifted his hand further, palm ghosting over the front of her neck as his thumb hooked under her jaw. Lifting his thumb had her chin tilting upward, allowing him more room to nip at her neck.

❝Is this what you want?❞ He hummed, voice a deep vibration that reached her chest and left her gasping for air. All she could do was nod. ❝Say it.❞ It wasn't a request but a command.

❝Yes.❞ Ayla's voice was low, submissive, and trembling, foreign to her ears.

❝Yes, what?❞ Wraith asked, voice clipped as he nipped at her neck again, drawing a soft gasp from her.

❝Yes, I want this.❞ A new tone caught her voice, pleading and vulnerable as she shivered with anticipation. Wraith gave a deep hum of approval as his lips plates trailed up the column of her neck and followed the line of her jaw.

❝That's a good girl.❞ Her legs tightened around his waist as her entire body reacted to his words. She'd never been called that before. Hell, she and Wraith hadn't even kissed before, and here he was, turning her into a mewling mess against the wall of a laser tag arena wall. Still, his lips plates trailed further, pressing against her cheek as his eyes drifted closed. ❝Do you know how long I've wanted this? Wanted you?❞ Her heart lurched, lodging itself in her throat. His hand had slipped to the back of her neck, fingers tangling into her hair. ❝Do you, Baby Girl?❞ The moan that fell from her was swallowed by his lip plates pressing firmly against her lips.

A new heat blossomed inside of her, white-hot and coursing through her veins with every beat of her heart. Every spot of her body that was in contact with Wraith felt like it was on fire, tingling and far too hot. Anywhere that wasn't felt obscenely neglected and had her writhing against him, chasing friction that might somehow soothe the itch she now had to feel his hands cover every inch of her overheated skin.

❝Wr-Wraith.❞ Ayla stuttered out his name only to get a chuckle in response.

❝If I had known you would fall apart this quickly, I would have saved this until we got back to your apartment.❞ Wraith had his lips back against her neck, his hand now wrapped around her throat. ❝I can't wait to put you back together after making you fall apart for me.❞ As quickly as this had all started, Wraith had set her back down on shaky legs, her body screaming at the sudden loss of his touch. As she looked up, surprise covered her face. Wraith had already slipped out of the dead-end and vanished back into the arena. Falling back against the wall, Ayla swallowed hard as she tried to slow her breathing and calm her erratic heartbeat. One hand lifted to cover her mouth, shoulders trembling with the need that now coursed through her.

When she finally managed to calm herself, she noticed the red lights that lit up her vest. That bastard had shot her before he slipped away...

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Oh my, Wraith calling Ayla 'baby girl' for the first time. I think I'd die. Literally self combust

It’s a cold day, rainy and overcast. Ayla loves it. Wraith loves it more.

He loves it because he gets to watch Ayla curl up in a blanket, mug of hot cocoa in hand as she sits in the window nook she had him make for her. She’s smiling, watching the rain slide down the glass, listening to the patter against it. 

“You going to keep staring or come join me?” Ayla hums, not once looking away from the window. He’s surprised, but not entirely. She’s perceptive and it’s saved their asses countless times. 

“Not sure there is enough room for me there.” He chuckled, but she shifts a little and suddenly there is more room than he remembered. Making his way over, Wraith settles in behind her, back against the wall as she shrugs the blanket off of her shoulders, keeping her mug from spilling expertly. Wrapping the blanket around the two of them, he hugs her around the waist, his chin resting on the top of her head as she settles herself against him. 

“See, plenty of room.” Ayla hums happily, shimmying herself into a comfortable position between his thighs.

“Surprisingly, yes.” Wraith hums in reply, a soft rumble to his chest as Ayla sips at her cocoa. “Are you comfortable, Baby Girl?” He felt her stiffen against him. 

“What?” The shock in her voice was enough for him to lean down, his mouth by her ear. 

“Are you comfortable, Baby Girl?” Her body trembled against him, making him grin against her neck as he delicately nipped at the skin there. Knowing that term got a reaction out of her made it all the much better.

[a-heart-in-spades]

Bee lets him know of an upcoming call, and he doesn't need to ask to know is Ayla.

"How about we sweeten the deal?"

She sounds breathless, like she usually is after a fight. Wraith can easily picture her leaning against a wall, counting her knives and cleaning her guns, that wild spark making her eyes shine.

The EXO laughs. He had just finished clearing the area with two Sunbreaker and the rush of the battle hasn't left his body yet.

"Titan's are first." He says. The way the competition was going, the red banner will be the one standing the highest by nightfall. "What's sweeter than that?"

"A bet."

"A bet? Again, you are losing. Why would you want to bet now?"

"Unlike some scaredy-cat," she says in a sing song voice, "I don't mind the odds against me. For now. The day's not done yet."

Wraith snorts. "What do I get when I win?"

"If, you won't win, but still if. And whatever you want."

That makes him pause. "That's a weird offer."

"You have been complaining about not being able to get that ugly helmet exotic, I could find it for you. Want me to cover for you for the patrols you have this week? Sure. Did you crash your third Sparrow in a month and the Holliday insurance doesn't cover it any more? I can pay for it. Stuff like that."

"That sounds like things you need." He chews over the idea. "So, anything we want?"

"Within reason." She says, the tiniest of frowns evident in her tone. "I'm not doing a Shaxx imitation in the middle of the Consensus."

He thinks for a minute. The fights, the competition- the thrill of going against Ayla is by far the most intoxicating of them all. He already knows what he wants- has known for a long time. Now it's the chance.

"Whatever I want." He speaks, the sound closer to a growl.

She might have noticed the change on his voice, because when she talks again she sounds breathless. "Yes."

"Deal, and start clearing your schedule for the rest of the week. I have some things planned for us to talk about when I win."

He ends the call while Ayla is yelling 'If- and it won't happen.'

Wraith throws his head back for a second and takes a deep breath.

One of his teammates calls for him. They finally opened the door to the next area.

The EXO smiles, like a lion about to pounce, the excitement making his eyes glow golden. He's winning this even if he has to tear down Goliaths with his bear hands.

This is...a whole lot of Unf and Hng and Uuuugh I love it.

I might have to start working on the Ayla x Wraith stuff that keeps running rampant in my head and distracting me (of which y'all are not helping stop and instead are pushing those thoughts to the front of my mind xD)

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(on an ayla/wraith universe)

I imagined the Guardian Games. It's the last day, and Hunters and Titans are head to head, no clear winner yet.

Wraith approaches Ayla before the last big event starts.

"The golden lion will look amazing shinning with the Traveller's light- hope you little hunters don't feel sad with your second place."

Ayla laughs, sharp as a knife. Her cocky smirk sends a shiver down his spine. "You big babies make sure you don't throw a tantrum when you lose- those big boots of yours might damage the floor. Hunters got this, your loud stomping won't let you hear us coming."

Wraith snorts, puts his hands on his knees and bends to be on eye level with her. "I'll hear you alright with all your yelling. But I admit is hard to see you sometimes, kinda like walking around little chickens, trying not to step on them."

That gets to her. She lets out a deep breath, straightens her shoulders. Her eyes shine like a golden gun about to go off. Ayla's dangerous, Wraith knows this, and the thrill of seeing how hard he can push is hard to resist.

Faster than he can register her arms move. He only notices because suddenly she's holding his own grenade belt on her hands. He didn't even see the movement.

"Blind, deaf, slow. The bigger targets are the funniest to see fall, and you, my friend, are going down." She smiles like a cat that got the canary and throws his nades back at him, and goes back to her group of Hunters.

Wraith joins the rest of his class. Oh, he's going to enjoy showing Ayla which one of them belongs on top.

oooh the competitiveness, the tension, the UST, the teasing. I love everything about this.

unsure if it was an intention or not but the "on top" comment is so Wraith in every way. I could go on for days about him and how he would be as a friend, lover, enemy. Gaaaah I love it!

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They have always enjoyed poking fun at each other- but lately any small teasing turned the air so dense you could cut it with a knife.

"I meant to activate the super at that time! I didn't waste it." Ayla huffs.

"Oh, right. You wanted to use it against three weak Goblins instead of the Hydra that was in the next room. Gotcha." Wraith laughs.

"And yet, you were pinned down by one of those weak Vex." She reminds him.

"I had it under control."

The hunter just shrugs and grabs one of the shoulder-pads he left by his backpack. The scratch marks the Vex left were so deep it almost split it in two. It had been one of his favourites. Fuck.

"We need to work on your definition of 'control'." She says almost in sing-song voice. Her smirk is infatuating.

I'll show you control, he thinks and takes a deep, shaky breath to calm himself.

"I'm trying to fix it." Wraith says, extending his hand towards her only for Ayla to take a step back. He frowns. "Give that back."

Ayla raises her chin slightly, defiance coming from her in waves. "Make me."

Wraith clenches his jaw so hard he almost feels the metal bend to stop himself from grabbing her and showing exactly how he could do just that.

I...wow, just wow. That was spice I wasn't prepared for. I gotta go get some Ice cream after that to cool down cause unf! You're making me drool over my own character here xD

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lmao it takes Ayla like ten minutes just to say the words because she's so nervous she might faint and each passing second she's blushing more and more. When she's finally able to say "I love you", Wraith just laughs and is like, "Sure." because of course she means it only as a friend :) He tries to play cool even if his mechanic heart is beating so hard his systems start scanning for a hardware malfunction.

That little "sure" just sending Ayla into a flustered mess.

"Not like that, I mean yes like that but more than that too. Like...I love love you." And she questions why saying it twice actually feels like it gets the point across. And then she's questioning why he's staring at her and his optics are dimming and...did his fans just kick into high gear?

"Oh god, he's going through a system scan!" Bee shouts because she's never seen him shut down that quick. ❝Uncle Wraith now is not the time!❞

Spectre is laughing at Bee's panic because he knows it wont last long, but her worry is endearing. Ayla is huffing because she took all that time to confess and he chose right then to do a system scan?

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Spectre and Bee are confused. While they can read the biometric data and the neurolink with their own Guardians let them know what they are feeling- some human concepts are a bit confusing. They both thought Ayla and Wraith had been dating for years.

oh lord the awkward explaining to Spectre that, no, they were in fact, not dating.

Bee cant comprehend it because they acted like the other guardians who were in love, minus the more intimate actions like kissing. But they hugged, they held hands, they went on dates and even cuddled in the cold under a blanket watching the stars.

And Spectre has to agree with Bee because it was just so obvious how did you guys miss it?

#DenialSquad2.0

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(When one of them finally, FINALLY confesses their feelings the other just- stares. Stares with their mouth open and blinks a few times until they start to laugh. Hard. The one who just poured out their heart feels it break until they are being wrapped in a hug.

"We are idiots. Oh, by the Traveller we are such idiots." And they are smiling.

When they finally kiss, they wonder if they were ever stranger, because it feels like they have loved each other even before they were born.)

The question becomes, who confesses?

Is it Wraith, confident and sure that he's read Ayla right? Ayla laughing because how could she be so blind?

Or is it Ayla, a hint of nervousness as she almost trips over her own words? Wraith laughing because how could he have been so far in denial?

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if i didnt love cayde as much as i did- i'd be 100% on the wraith/ayla train. i love those two with all my heart

I mean, I'm 100% in the same boat. Cayde has my heart, and aylas.

But wraith is just....unf.

I'm allowed to simp over my own characters xD

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It was the second time she was ranting about him this week.

"He did it on purpose! I don't care if he had the Mad Bomber's goons chasing him- he pushed me into a fish market display. He's a bastard! I swear next time we cross paths again I'll kiss him until he sees stars. I'm gonna grab that stupid horn of his and pull until-"

"What was that middle part?" Wraith asked.

Ayla looked annoyed at the interruption. It took her a few seconds to respond.

"Kick. Next time we cross paths I'll kick him."

"You said kiss."

"Pff- you need to check those hearing implant, old man."

"Bee? Please play what Ayla just said."

The voice files his little companion just recorded started to play. Wraith took great enjoyment seeing Ayla's expression go from angry, to shocked, to a blush so deep she looked on fire.

Wraith wanted to see if she could get any redder.

"Sooo, grab his horn and pull until he c-"

He couldn't finish the sentence that Ayla was hitting him with one of the many plushies Bee had in the room.

Oh god I love this mental image. I can see it now:

Ayla is throwing plushie after plushie at Wraith. He's laughing his ass off as she has to resort to pillows, cushions, anything until he can't sit up anymore because he's laughing so hard. He falls over and Ayla just lunges to claps her hands over his mouth, his face, anything while yelling at him to "Shut up you!" Because she doesn't know what else to say. She's flustered and unable to hide it.