#uldren sov x reader

[creative-frequency]

DAY 12: Uldren Sov (Destiny) x Reader: 54. “Just stay away from me, okay?”

Jolyon Till almost crashed into you as you were about to turn the corner. Technically, it was as much your fault for not paying attention to your surroundings while focused on the data pad screen, but he bent his head in a hasty apology and hurried off.

“Tsk, what’s his deal…” you muttered and shot a sideways glance after the crow.

“What an uncharacteristic show of poor manners,” an infuriating and dreadfully familiar voice drawled after Jolyon.

You could hardly hold back rolling your eyes in futile search of patience and drew in a calming breath to prepare for the encounter. Your heart rate was speeding up rapidly and the last thing you needed was to show any hint of the annoying bodily reaction. Of course the prince was wherever his buddy Jolyon was. They were always inseparable like a couple of elementary school kids on a field trip.

You forced a neutral expression to your face, but it was extremely hard. The outcome probably made you look suitably constipated at Uldren’s presence.

“I wouldn’t know,” you replied coolly.

Uldren huffed and paced closer with all the time in the world. You bristled and hugged the data pad closer to your chest under his inspecting stare. It made your skin tingle.

“Undoubtedly. What are you doing here?” he asked, curious.

You shrugged as nonchalantly as you could, but couldn’t hold his gaze. “Going to finish writing this theory in the lab. What’s it to you?” You hated how your voice trembled just slightly and your pulse quickened with each step taken closer and with every word the prince said.

He shrugged as nonchalant as ever. “Nothing really. Just trying to make conversation.”

Uldren was so frustratingly casual that you would never understand how it was possible. It was unfair how you reacted to his presence.

“Well, I don’t do small talk as you should already know,” you jeered and took a step trying to move past the prince.

Uldren’s hand stretched out to stop you and you were forced to meet his glowing marigold eyes.

“But you do Awoken princes, as far as I know.”

His voice was suddenly so dangerous and soft that as soon as the words hit you, you were scared your legs would give out. You knew the hallway was empty, but you couldn’t help looking around like a cornered animal in search of an escape route and at the same time making sure no one was within hearing distance.

“We agreed–”you started to hiss, but Uldren pressed a quick finger to your lips.

“Couldn’t resist. Sorry,” he murmured with a wicked smile.

Your breathing stuttered in a very noticeable manner. The bastard was not even a bit sorry for almost causing you a heart attack.

“You’re a scoundrel,” you huffed, annoyed and once again avoiding his gaze.

Uldren chuckled. “Keep complimenting a man like that and it’s going to be even harder in the future.”

Frustration and rage splashed red into your vision and you yanked your arm free. You bit your lip and grumbled: “Just stay away from me, okay?”

“Sure. Until we meet again.” Uldren’s marigold eyes glinted as he bowed slightly, allowing you to hurry past him. You could feel him watching for as long as you turned another corner.

[mylovelyhuntercrow]

Cereza (OC): You've never cease to amuse me, Crow. . . . I'll could imagine worst Hunter guardian to spend my last moments with.

Crow: Hey, you're the only one I want by my side.

From this melody from the soundtrack of the game "Bayonetta 3", I wanted to make this small edit with my guardian female hunter with her new hunter Vanguard: Crow. . .

[kaz-identified]

houseofmcallister presents

Enemy of my Enemy

Pairing: Uldren x Young Wolf

Category: One-Shot

Genre: Fluff

Rating: 13+

Warnings: No major warnings apply

Word Count: 951

Summary: Enemy of my enemy is… also my enemy?

they/them pronouns used for the Guardian. we're inclusive here.

author's note: I'm so abnormal about them it's probably not healthy. also arguably a reader insert cause you are the guardian?? whatever.

Enemy of my enemy, never been a friend to me.

There is an old saying from before the Golden Age. “The enemy of my enemy is my friend.”Most things from before the Golden Age had rotted into obscurity, meaningless memories of a past long dead, like old bones of interest only to historians and those who mourn its loss personally.

Unfortunately, this particular memory of the time long before was frustratingly still applicable.

The Guardian is a capable fighter, a worthwhile ally in the hunt for the House of Wolves. An ally if only by a common enemy because he’d be damned if they were anything more.

Uldren hates the Guardian, despises everything about them.The way they tilt their arm up when they grab their gun, it’s such a needless “trick”. Just hold your hands steady, and you won’t tilt the sights.

The way their gauntlets are so dented and scarred. Just take a bit of time to buff out your armor, it wouldn’t even take that long, it’s just lazy.

He hates the way they grow silent when analyzing a target. It’s so unsettling. Just… say things to your team. It makes missions more effective.

He tries to convince himself he hates the way they smile into the sunshine, tilting their head up just a bit to catch the light a bit more. He tries to convince himself that he hates how they lean in a bit when people speak to them, so quiet and so focused on listening. He tries to convince himself that he hates the way their voice rasps when they speak, unaccustomed to talking, quiet and rough, annoyingly so.

He’s starting to wonder if Mara is making him work with them because she’s mad at him right now. She knows how much he hates the Guardian.

“You don’t hate them, dear brother. If you did, you’d be quieter about them,” she had said when he raised issue with having to work with them again.

He hates that maybe she’s right.

Maybe the vain attempts to convince himself of how much he despises them aren’t working. But damn if he doesn’t try, taking every small flaw and amplifying it to infinity.

They walk too fast. They’re too confident. They’re so unsettlingly quiet so often. They’re constantly hyperactive. They’re so reckless on the battlefield. They have awful taste in music. What the hell even is Led Zeppelin? Their eyes are creepy, speckled with the Light, twining around the Iris like vines. Their smile is infuriatingly genuine. They almost never talk when they’re not on the field, preferring to let their Ghost do it for them. They don’t even have a proper name! What kind of hero doesn’t have a proper name?!

He repeats these small hatreds to himself, reminds himself of how they dance so stupidly at any given opportunity, how they drop the ground when they sit like their armor suddenly became too much weight to carry, reminds himself how they run about the Reef like a child every time they arrive.

And then they do things like this.

The mission had been complete, but the Guardian had insisted on staying behind just a bit longer because “the sun is about to set and it’s always so pretty out here.”

So, they sit on the ledge of a cliff, legs dangling over the edge, staring at the sky with rapt attention. And Uldren is standing a few feet away, impatiently waiting for the sun to set so they can get a move on already. He has things to do that aren’t… this.

“Stop sulking over there. I can feel your glare from here,” they call over their shoulder.

Uldren huffs. “I’m not sulking, I’m waiting.”

“Waiting, sulkily,” they counter, turning around to look at him. “Come on, sit down with me. Watch the sunset. Maybe seeing the glorious beauty of life will help fix that relentless hateful energy you have all the time,” they say and pat the ground next to them.

“I’d rather die,” Uldren all but hisses.

“Well, cliff’s right there,” they gesture. “Feel free to jump.”

He rolls his eyes and does his best to hide the hint of a smile battling its way onto his face. That was… a clever comeback. He has to give them that.

“Ah!” The Guardian cries, stumbling to their feet, pointing at him. “What’s that? Are you smiling?!”He bares his teeth at them. “No,” he growls.

“My god you were! And I thought you were allergic to happiness!” they tease, approaching him.

“I’m not, I didn’t smile, now go back to watching your sunset so we can leave. Please.”

They stretch their arms out, and shake their head. “Ah, I’ve seen plenty of sunsets before. And I got something way more valuable out of this,” they offer him a mischievous grin. “You have a pretty smile.”

He tenses, heat flushing his face. No, no! He doesn’t like them. They’re not even friends! They’re just an ally. Enemy of my enemy. They’re annoying and overconfident and only useful as a gunman and- and wow, they look pretty at sunset, the fading light catches beautifully on their face, glinting off their armor like paintings of gods and angels from before the Golden Age, like Ares with kinder eyes. No! No, don’t think like that!

They lean in, eyes teasing. “You know, you’re cute when you’re flustered.” He thinks his brain short-circuited for a second there.

They clap a hand on his shoulder, and begins to walk past them. “Come on, let’s get back, eh? I’d like to get back to the Tower before tomorrow.”

God, he hates the Guardian so much. Enemy of my enemy is my friend, but The Guardian is an enemy all their own.

Just discovered All Them Witches while porting this. Pretty good band.

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[deadbydad-writes]

More Fem! Reader x Character Prompts I Will Write Requests For!

Here is the first post I made with more information/rules and other characters I will write for! POST

Miguel O'Hara (Spider-Man Across The Spider-Verse)

Miguel confronts you after you almost get hurt or killed during a mission

You surprise Miguel at work

First meetings (You can add any details on how you want this to happen in the request)

Miguel teaches you how to speak Spanish

You flirt with Miguel while sparring/training

First mission with Miguel

Gwen Stacy (Spider-Man Across The Spider-Verse)

Rooftop adventures with Gwen!

Gwen shows you how to play the drums

Gwen tells and/or shows you that she is Spider-Women

You meet Gwen's dad

Gwen stays the night over at your place after a tough mission

Breakdancer! Reader dances with Ballet Dancer Gwen

Tifa Lockhart (Final Fantasy)

You work at Tifa's bar!

Love confession (Can be as dramatic as you want just add any details you want in the request)

You and Tifa box

A nice walk through Sector 7 at night

You save Tifa during the Don Corneo mission (You can add any detail of the dress that you want the reader to wear if you want in the request)

You and Tifa babysit Marlene together

Jill Valentine (Resident Evil)

You confront Jill when she gets injured

You treat Jill's wounds

You and Jill do target practice together

You comfort Jill after she has a nightmare

Dinner date with Jill

Domestic morning with Jill (You can add whatever to this like what the breakfast is or whatever like that in your request if you want)

Crow (Destiny 2)

Crow asks you about what Uldren Sov was like

First time meeting Crow

Confessions during a nightly patrol

You and Crow trade scar stories *Basically the stories behind battle scars* (You can add the story of a scar in your request if you want to)

Late night conversation while cleaning weapons and/or armor (You can add any ideas for the conversation you have in the request)

You and Crow watch a meteor shower together (You can add any ideas you want in the request)

Miles Morales (Spider-Man Across The Spider-Verse)

Miles draws a picture of you

You find out that Miles is Spider-Man

Daily patrol together

You meet Miles' parents and have dinner with them

Miles tries the shoulder touch on you

Miles flirts with you in Spanish (You can send any Spanish terms you would like in the request if you want to)

I will make more of these at some point in my life

And to those who have put in requests before this, I am writing them but I am mostly focusing on a different project plus I am with my mom and little sister this summer so I am busy a lot!

[crow-posting]

I would like to add (not necessarily as a rebuttal, just more observations) that the reconciliation between the Sov twins could still very much go sideways. Mara has not fully acknowledged her manipulation of Uldren nor has she completely accepted Crow as his own person. Crow seems to be desperate for love and validation and will accept it from anyone, even Mara. The Sovs are still fucked up on several levels and while they have changed, while they may deserve reprieve based on their attempts to rectify what they've done, this is still arguably a case of "forgiveness is better than vengeance, even when vengeance is more deserved." And that type of forgiveness can very easily backfire if not handled correctly.

However, unless Riven is playing at something, it's very unlikely that it would backfire - even if we (as the Young Wolf and omniscient readers) think it's rushed/unearned and want to see it backfire. Yes, the YW has to clean up everyone's messes. Yes, the YW has been used, lied to and manipulated by Mara. And yes, the YW suffered Cayde's death at the hands of Uldren, who was trying to enact Mara's "perfect" plan. But unlike Crow / Uldren's Nightmare, Mara is not ours to forgive. Mara is Crow's to forgive, and he'll do it, because the Sovs were together for thousands of years and Crow is also just Like That. Also it follows Destiny's theme of "stronger together."

And that's okay and a normal outcome.

(I'm using the royal "we" here; obviously not everyone is going to have the same reaction/opinion as The Player.)

Personally I'd love to see a story within Destiny where someone asks for forgiveness, turns their life around, does everything right and still has to face their burned bridges. And I think Mara would be perfect for that. But that doesn't fall in line with Destiny's idea of "unreasonable grace," so instead of getting mad about it, I just accept things for what they are and make faces behind Mara's back. Because D2 is not my story to tell. Not to mention that there hasn't really been an opposite storyline ("[x] is forgiven despite never wanting it or working for it") so I can't complain when neither extreme has really been explored.

addendum bc I was Tired™: not being forgiven isn't just an "eternal punishment" thing. It *can* be, but as someone who Royally Messed Up once (1) and was never forgiven for it, I'd like to see it explored more in media. You can't force people to forgive you so how do you move on?

All that being said, OP and thefirstknife are correct in saying that reconciliation is a natural next step in Crow and Mara's relationship, and it's believable even if it does read a bit clumsy. And I appreciate them for pointing it out when most people wouldn't. You don't have to like a character in order to understand them, but it's important to keep nuance in the conversation regardless of whether you like them or not.

I do have additional Thoughts on Osana, Mara, Uldren, and how their relationship with each other fucked over an entire civilization, but I don't want to side-track the conversation too much so I'll just keep those to myself lol.

Okay I kinda get being dissapointed at how they rushed the Sov sibling reconcilliation with just one conversation after drawing it out for months but y'all...this really isn't the end-all-be-all of Crow's character arc, nor is it necessarily out of line for him. His biggest weakness is that he's a bleeding heart who lets people walk all over him- remember how he decided not to get revenge on Spider despite Spider very literally keeping him as a slave? Or how he killed a psion because he was too empathetic to a hive guardian? As much as I love him, and as much as his love is a terrifying force when weilded correctly, he's soft and weak. He always has been. He was bound to forgive Mara eventually, esp. since they have a psychic twin bond going on.

I think y'all are also forgetting the fact that Mara has had quite a bit of character development over the past year or so and has very notably been more open about her emotions and better about keeping herself out of Crow's life- because she got bitchslapped by the reality of what she'd done to him in Season of the Lost and then got shaken to the core by her confrontation with the Witness in Witch Queen. She hasn't been 'defanged', she realized that the way she was acting qualified her to be a Disciple (aka the worst of the worst, the enemy she'd been hellbent on fighting this whole time) and that in tandem with Crow's rejection upset her deeply enough for her to change her behavior, which hasn't been as apparent until now. Idk how y'all can forgive how Uldren Sov slaughtered hundreds of Awoken citizens and wreaked havoc on the Reef but is changed as Crow without also acknowledging the fact that Mara herself changed as well. It's not as dramatic of a difference because it happened more gradually and without intervention from a Taken Ahamkara and the Traveller, but its still there and is the most apparent its ever been right now. It wouldn't surprise me if the reason why Crow is forgiving her now- apart from the fact that he's a softie and discounting potential Riven bullshit- is because she's proven she's changed by both keeping her distance and being more emotionally open with him, as well as open about how she knows she fucked up. That's the second thing Uldren wanted other than her approval, after all.

Also, it's been like, 2 years of Crow being pissed at Mara and avoiding her, so them starting to make up now is kinda necessary even if it feels a bit rushed. I personally would have loved to see more snark and nettling from Crow's end, bc I love conflict and sibling angst, but it really isn't out of character nor is it throwing away Crow's character arc. It would have if Mara hadn't changed, but she has. And while I myself love storylines where victims don't need to forgive their abusers and can exert their wrath upon them as they wish, the fact of the matter is that how such a situation needs to be dealt with varies immensely on a person-to-person basis, which the writing team has already proven they're capable of understanding. Just look at Calus's and Caiatl's relationship! That ended with no reconcilliation because Calus simply refused to change, while Mara has spent the past year trying to get Crow to feel comfortable with her as an equal in conversations and open up to him more and trying to break her habit of watching him like a hawk- aka, acting like an actual sister rather than the pseudo-mother figure she'd picked up from Osanna. Ofc Crow the softie is going to respond to that, esp. since he's got a psychic connection to her via Awoken Twin Magic and seems to have been walking Uldren's memories as of late. He just genuinely is really fucking bad at holding a grudge.

(And while its easy to go 'oh the writing is lazy and rushed', I also think its kinda sus that Riven specifically talks about the human wish to reconnect with family right after the Sov sibling talk happens. It wouldn't surprise me if she picked up on Mara's desire to reconnect with her brother and pushed Crow towards forgiving her. It seems like she's been trying to pull Uldren's memories to the forefront everytime she talks with him and that could be a big factor as to why he's been reflecting on them a lot recently)

[vostara]

I Am Lost - 01

Volume One: A New Guardian Component 01

pairing: - cayde-6 x female guardian x uldren sov - the crow x female guardian (eventual)

blurb: “The woman’s gaze drifts down to look at her hands. She moves her fingertips, intrigued by this odd sensation of feeling, of movement.”

word count: 2.8k+

When Verna awoke as a guardian, she knew nothing about what life is meant to be like as a Lightbearer. And though she has been told that learning about her past is a forbidden endeavor, she can’t help but feel drawn towards discovering who she once was. But her pursuit of the quest is interrupted by the growing chaos, by the Darkness spreading.

Begins with the events of Destiny 1 and will continue up to the current timeline (but hey, it’ll take awhile to get there). Verna is a void-using Hunter.

*This work is cross-posted on Ao3.

01 | … series masterlist

Tag List (Open): @mangovalkyrie

We called it the Traveler, and its arrival changed us forever. Great cities were built on Mars and Venus. Mercury became a garden world. Human lifespan tripled. It was a time of miracles. We stared out at the galaxy and knew that it was our destiny to walk in the light of other stars—but the Traveler had an enemy. A Darkness, which had hunted it for eons across the black gulfs of space. Centuries after our Golden Age began, this Darkness found us and that was the end of everything. But it was also the beginning. — The Speaker

COSMODROME

Old Russia, Earth

A pale orange machine with golden engraving zooms around a wreckage of rusted, disintegrating vehicles. Searching amongst the ruins. He stops to scan a skeleton, slumped over in one of the cars. “Ouch,” he comments, blunt, before flying away. He pauses, looking off into the distance. And then, quick, he speeds off to investigate this new area of interest. Curiosity running strong within his circuits.

His scanner flicks on once again, scrutinizing the debris. “Is it possible?” For a moment, he feels an inkling of hope. His protective shell moves away from his main body—a metallic orb—pushed apart by a glowing sphere of blue light. “There you are!” He says, confirming his suspicions. Excited, the machine puts all of his energy into bringing the skeletal remains back to life.

In its place, a young woman appears. Tanned skin forms, surrounding the broken bones. Dark hair grows, cascading in loose waves down to her mid-back. And with her first inhale of breath, a blush of pink life spreads across her cheeks. Slowly, the woman opens her eyes, and winces at the invasion of light.

“Guardian,” the machine says. He moves closer to her, flying right up into her line of vision. “Guardian?” He repeats.

The woman blinks at him. She feels sluggish, confused. Her mind still busy trying to process the concept of life, existence.

“Eyes up, Guardian!” The strange object says, inching the slightest bit closer to her face.

She tilts her head in curiosity, finally noticing the talking robot.

“It worked… You’re alive!” He says. “You don’t know how long I’ve been looking for you. I’m a Ghost. Actually, now I’m your Ghost. And you…”

The woman’s gaze drifts down to look at her hands. She moves her fingertips, intrigued by this odd sensation of feeling, of movement.

“Well, you’ve been dead a long time,” the robot continues. “So, you’re going to see a lot of things you won’t understand.”

Something yells in the distance, drawing his attention towards it.

“This is Fallen territory,” he says. His optic eye shifts rapidly to glance around the area. He’s nervous, concerned. “We aren’t safe here. I have to get you to the City.” Briefly, he flies away, before turning back to the Guardian. “Hold still,” he says, disappearing.

The woman opens her mouth to speak—tries to call out for the machine to return—but no sound escapes.

“Don’t worry,” his voice says. The sound vibrates inside of her head, and it feels ever-so-slightly unsettling. “I’m still with you. We need to move, fast.”

Almost hesitant, the woman pulls herself up onto her feet. She surveys the world in front of her, overwhelmed by the sight of sparse greenery and spreading decay.

“We won’t survive long out in the open like this,” the Ghost gives her a verbal nudge. “Let’s get inside the Wall.”

She looks beyond the clumps of rusted metal, focusing on a building that’s crumbling in the distance. With unsteady steps, she walks towards it. She stumbles in the dry dirt, gradually adapting to process that’s involved in forcing her legs into motion.

“I didn’t bring you back just for you to die again,” Ghost says. “We need to move.”

Sensing the urgency, she picks up her pace. The woman climbs through the wreckage and jogs the rest of the way to the Wall. She enters through a large hole that greets her with darkness. An automatic light resting on her left shoulder switches on, illuminating the space. She climbs the staircase to her left, ascending up a couple flights of stairs. The woman is cautious as she travels further inside, careful to avoid cutting herself with the jagged, sharp edges of broken metal. She considers grasping onto the safety railings for support, but changes her mind upon noticing that they look as if they could snap between her fingers.

A skittering noise echoes throughout the building, pulling the woman’s attention to the dark ceiling.

“Quiet,” the Ghost says, half a step below a whisper. “They’re right above us.”

Making a deliberate effort to keep her footsteps light, the woman traverses further into the building in search of a way through. Eventually, she opens a door and steps into an open space.

The Ghost rematerializes beside her, and immediately begins to scan the area. “Hang tight,” he says. “Fallen thrive in the dark. We don’t. We need more light. I’ll see what I can do.” He zips away, flying deep into the darkness. “Another one of these hardened military systems and a few centuries of entropy working against me.”

As she stares into the pitch black, a rock of discomfort settles inside the depths of her stomach. Goosebumps bloom down the woman’s arms. She feels something watching her, examining her every move. But she can’t see the source.

The lights flicker on.

And illuminate the swarm of creatures moving across the adjacent bridges and walls. The woman’s eyes widen at the sight, caught off-guard by their six slender limbs, claw-like hands, and glowing blue eyes. The creatures—the Fallen—are dressed in spiked gray and silver armor, with purple cloaks draped over their heads.

The woman emits an involuntary gasp, taking a step back towards the door that she had walked in from.

“They’re coming for us,” the Ghost yells as he speeds his way back towards the woman.

“Yeah,” she responds. And for a brief moment, she is startled by the sound of her own voice. It’s coarse, strained, yet soft, quiet.

“Oh,” the Ghost pauses, stopping abruptly to look at her. “So you can speak!”

“Yeah,” she confirms, though she sounds as if she doubts this herself. Hearing hurried footsteps, she turns her attention back to the creatures that are gaining on them.

The Ghost turns to look back at the Fallen, and then rushes back to the woman. He scans a gate beside her, hacking into the system to unlock it. As the gate rises, he flies through and points a light at an object leaning against a metal crate. “Here,” he says. “I found a rifle. Grab it!”

She runs after him, quick to pick up the offered weapon.

“I hope you know how to use that thing,” he says.

Walking at a brisk pace down the hall, she detaches the rifle’s magazine and checks the amount of ammo stored inside. “You and me both,” she mumbles, clicking everything back into place. A group of Fallen soldiers jump in front of them, and the woman reacts on instinct, lodging a couple of rounds into each of their heads. Another Fallen appears, ready to strike. And, pulling out a knife from her thigh holster, she jabs the blade into the creature’s neck.

“I think you’ll be okay,” the Ghost says, watching as the fresh corpse collapses onto the ground.

The woman looks over at the Ghost, before continuing forward. Rifle raised and ready to fire. After walking through a disorientating maze of hallways and fighting off two hoards of Fallen soldiers, she stumbles into an open space with high ceilings. On the other side, a giant fan is slowly rotating behind a metal grate.

“The Fallen have a tighter hold on this place than I thought,” the Ghost comments. He heads towards the fan and looks down a new hallway. “Just a little bit further. Let’s hope there’s something left out there.”

She follows after him. “You don’t sound entirely confident.”

“I was fortunate enough to finally find you,” he says. “I don’t know how much more luck I’ve got left today.”

As the woman enters the hallway, she pauses to look back at where they had come from, double checking that none of the Fallen were hot on their heels.

All clear.

The Ghost and the woman follow the path. It leads them outside, into another field of rust and ruin.

“This was an old Cosmodrome,” the Ghost explains. “There’s got to be something we can fly out of here.”

“Cosmodrome?” The woman whispers. She takes in the sight, trying to process and understand this ever-growing pile of information.

“Right,” the Ghost turns to look at her. “You don’t know—”

His words are interrupted by the loud sound of something being launched in the distance. The woman and the Ghost whip their eyes towards its direction, watching as a smoking orange light—a flare—flies high up in the air. Gradually, it changes direction, curving towards a nearby tower.

“Incoming!” The Ghost warns, pulling the woman’s attention away from the flare.

A large portal of blue and white light forms in the sky. And through it, a ship appears and starts to descend. With the sound of a faint explosion, another ship flies through another portal. It heads towards them, landing closer than the first.

“Fallen ships!” The Ghost says. “This close to the surface?”

The woman unclips her magazine from the rifle and replaces it with a fresh one. “We should go.”

“Move!” The Ghost agrees.

She sprints across the courtyard, approaching the ship. As she nears, several Fallen leap out of the vehicle. Aiming her rifle, she shoots several of them dead before their feet can touch the ground. Moving at a quick, but steady, pace, she heads closer and continues her task of killing the creatures. Fighting her way around the swarm, she treks through the open courtyard, before entering a new building on the other side.

“I’m picking up signs of an old jumpship,” the Ghost says. “Could be our ticket out of here.”

“Here’s to hoping,” the woman mumbles.

They follow the hallways inside, pausing to kill the Fallen before these enemies are able to spot them. Eventually, they turn a corner and enter a wide, open room with a broken glass ceiling. Across the way, an old ship sits abandoned, collecting dirt and grime. It’s suspended above them, held up by multiple thick cables.

“There’s a ship!” The Ghost says.

The woman steps closer, her eyes glued to it. “It looks relatively intact,” she notes. A cluster of running footsteps storm in through the entrance behind her, and she pivots to shoot the Fallen. Once all is calm, she turns her attention back to the ship.

The Ghost reappears beside her. “Alright, let me see if I can get us out of here,” he flies up to the ship and begins to scan it. “It’s been here awhile,” he comments. “Hasn’t made a jump in centuries. We’re lucky the Fallen haven’t completely picked it clean.”

“Will it fly?” The woman asks.

The Ghost pauses and turns to look at her. “I can make it work,” he says. He turns back towards the ship and disappears as he slips inside of it. After a few moments, the ship’s lights flip on and its engine begins to rumble. Another moment goes by, and then the ship breaks itself free of cables as it raises to hover in the air.

“Would you look at that,” the woman says.

“Okay, it’s not going to break orbit, but it might just get us to the City. Now—about that transmat...”

Through a hole in the wall, several Fallen scurry into the room. “Might wanna put a rush on that,” the woman yells. She swings up her weapon, finger ready to pull the trigger.

“Bringing you in!”

Before she can fire a shot, the woman disappears in a cluster of blue lights. She reemerges inside the ship, disorientated and confused. As she stares at the different levers and buttons inside, the Ghost steers the jumpship out of the building and away from the enemies that are shooting at them.

“Let’s get you home,” he says.

“Home?”

The Ghost turns to look at her, but says nothing in return.

And unbeknownst to the duo, a stranger watches them from a distance.

TOWER

The Last City, Earth

The trip “home” is shorter than the woman anticipates. Though, she was—admittedly—a bit distracted with her face pressed up against the windows of the ship. Eyes glued to the snow-capped mountains, vast forests, clear lakes, and crumbling cities that passed by beneath them. Breaking through the dark clouds of a thunderstorm, the ship is greeted with bright rays of warm sunshine. And, pressing her nose even further into the glass, the woman’s eyes widen at the sight of a giant orb floating in the distance. Below it, a towering grey building glimmers beneath the sun’s light.

When the ship approaches the location, the Ghost switches back on the transmat and teleports the woman down onto the courtyard below. Just as her feet touch the ground, the ship flies away and disappears behind the roof of the building.

“Welcome to the last safe City on Earth,” the Ghost says. “The only place the Traveler can still protect. It took centuries to build. Now, we’re counting every day it stands.”

The woman takes a step towards the balcony’s edge, wanting a better view of the City below.

“And this Tower is where the Guardians live,” the Ghost says, flying towards the main building.

She turns to follow him, but freezes in place. She’s stunned by the expansive entryways, tall pillars, glowing lights, and red flags billowing in the wind. Robots patrol the courtyard, sweeping the ground and collecting stray pieces of rogue trash. A group of children race across the steps, led by a young boy that’s clutching a large black ball between his small hands. As the laughing children sprint passed one of the cleaning robots, it cautions them to be careful and to slow down.

“You keep referring to Guardians,” the woman says. “Is that what I am?”

“Yes.”

“And what does that entail?”

The Ghost hovers just out of her reach, his outer protective shell whirling in circles as he goes through an internal debate. “It’s normal for you to be confused,” he says, looking at her. “I’m sure that all of this is… a lot to take in all at once.”

The woman sighs, “Maybe just a little bit.”

Their conversation comes to a halt.

“Follow me,” the Ghost says, ending the long stretch of silence. “I’ll take you to—”

“Wait,” she interrupts. “I want to… I want to know who I am. Why can’t I remember anything? What even is this place? This… Tower?”

He drifts closer to her, meeting her gaze. “The answer to that is a bit complicated,” he says. “But who you are now is a Guardian, a new Guardian.”

“So,” the woman blinks, “I was once somebody else?”

“Yes and no,” the Ghost responds. “Your body—your face—it once belonged to somebody else. Beyond that, you are completely different.”

“So, you’re saying that I’ve been reincarnated?” She asks, looking down at her hands. The woman examines the bare skin, noticing long scars etched along the outside of her right forearm.

“Don’t think about it,” the Ghost says, nudging her arm back down to her side. “Pursuing knowledge about your past life is ill-advised. Forbidden, actually.”

“Do you know who I was?”

“No.”

“Nothing at all?”

The Ghost stares at her.

But she continues to pry, “Not even a name?”

“Would you like a name?” He asks.

“‘Guardian’ feels a bit… impersonal,” she admits. “You probably have a name, don’t you?”

The top of the Ghost’s shell lowers, as if pulling itself down to represent a frown. “No,” he says. “I’ve only ever been ‘Ghost.’”

“Wouldn’t you like a name?”

“Oh!” The Ghost’s straightens out his shell. And his optic center appears to widen with brewing excitement. “You could gave me a name,” he suggests. “We could… do a trade. You name me and I’ll name you?”

For the first time, the woman feels amusement. “A fair proposal,” she smiles, “Tangerine?”

The Ghost flies around her head, contemplating the suggestion. “I like it,” he says, coming to a halt in front of her face. “My turn! What to name you,” his voice trails off, pondering his options. “Something strong? Pretty? Traditional? Unique? Do you have a preference, Guardian?”

“It’s up to you, Tangerine. That was the deal.”

Finally, he speaks, “What about Verna?”

She quirks an eyebrow, “Verna?”

“You don’t like it?” Tangerine’s shell spins rapidly, nervous. He starts to sink towards the ground, unsure and embarrassed. “I’m sorry, it’s just… it’s the first thing that I thought of. I can come up with something else if—”

She giggles softly, lifting the Ghost back up high into the air. “I like it,” the woman—Verna—says.

A/N: Thank you for reading! While I plan on keeping this story relatively close to the game itself, it will prioritize accuracy for the in-game cutscenes and spoken dialogue, and not any other miscellaneous written lore. This is simply because Destiny has an absolutely massive library of lore and I am simply a graduate student with little free time who has to write a novel for her thesis project.

Also, we'll be seeing some of Cayde-6 in the next chapter. ^^ I was hoping to squeeze him in for this one, but I felt that ending with Verna's name was a natural stopping point.

[destiny2imagines]

[loversdelusion]

remember

uldren sov/the crow x reader

a/n: someone had to do it, so this is my first short story/one shot idk lol, I'll get the hang of it, pls be nice but also feel free to give me criticism but not too harsh, ya know? I want to get better but I also don't want to get made cry, sorry for any grammar mistakes

angst to cheesy fluff

"They call me the Crow"

You burst into your small room, which seemed even smaller at the moment, you slammed the door shut and hastily locked it. You turned, your back against the door as you slid down to your knees, your world just got yeeted upside down and back again, your emotions were scrambled.

Uldren, was alive, well- Crow as he said, when you specifically remember ending him yourself "How..?" You breathed, the memories you tried so hard to repress forcing themselves to the surface.

Ace was in your hand, Uldren was already doubled over on the ground from Petra shooting him, his gaze on you as he gave you the ultimatum of your life- kill him or let it go, each both had their own consequences, killing him and you did, would fulfill the vengeance for Cayde-6 and your love would be with you, but letting him go would've resulted in Petra hating you forever and a massive void of guilt in your conscious.

You killed him, your once romantic partner, and yet he stood right in front of you and Osiris, you both saw him with your own eyes, Uldren-..Crow, in new light flesh. Your heart raced, it raced so hard that your chest ached "Hey" Ghost appeared in a flash of blue "(Y/n), look at me" you could barely hear your little light's voice, your eyes felt and sounded like they were stuffed with cotton.

"I know it's a lot to take in..but maybe Spider will shed some light on this, he was bearing his symbol after all" Ghost said, the little robot hovering eye level with you "I can't do that..I can't face him, I can't.." You shook your head, Ghost's shell seemed to droop sadly as he gently rubbed the tip of his shell against your shoulder in a comforting way.

"I'm with you until the end, remember? I was with you when you wielded the darkness and I'll be with you when you face Uldren".

-

Your feet gently hit the ground as you arrived in Thieves' Landing, you dreaded facing the Spider and the black haired Awoken "Take your time, there's no rush and if you want, we can leave" Ghost reassured you, but you shook your head "I..I can do this" you stated, trying to convince yourself at the same time.

You stood at the entrance, eyeing the hallway that once seemed so long but now it was the opposite "You got this, (Y/n)" Ghost said in a gentle tone, you took your first steps inside, your feet felt like they weighed a ton but you kept going. You reached the final hall towards where Spider sat, you could see his large figure at the end, he didn't seem to notice you yet as he conversed with his associates "-Tell them I want that loot" his voice came into hearing range.

You mentally cursed as one of his associates noticed you standing halfways away from them, the Eliksni turned its head to Spider, Spider in turn finally found your form "Ah! Just who I expected to see!" he chuckled loudly "Do come in, (Y/n)!" He beckoned you over, his large figure leaned forward in his seat "I was wondering when you were going to show, little girl" he said in a teasing tone, you felt your eyebrows furrow together "I see you've met my little bird" he referred to Crow as his little bird, you frowned slightly.

"I found him, drifting aimlessly through the reef, looking all sad and alone so I took him in" Spider dramatically waved his hand in front of him "You have to admit even this is better than the fate that awaits him in the Last City, your poor little boyfriend" he sneered, you could hear the smirk in his loud voice. "You have him running around as your goony?" Ghost appeared beside you in brief flash of blue "Hello there, little morsel" you could see Spider basically foaming at the mouth over Ghost's appearance.

"So, you keep him around here, doing your dirty work because of what you say awaits him at the Tower?" Ghost ignored the way Spider seemed to hunger over him "He doesn't really have a choice" you rose a brow "What do you mean?" You spoke, Spider's attention averted back to you. "If he ever strays too far from the nest..boom" he said ominously, you felt every muscle in your body tense "I rigged his Ghost with an explosive that could very easily take them both out" your eyes widened, anger and shock flaring within you "You keep him here like a caged animal..?!" Spider scoffed "More like a caged bird".

"I assume you didn't come to converse with me, did you now, girlie?" Spider said in a low voice, you dreaded what came next "Crow!" Spider said in a firm tone, you eyed the open door to your right, you could hear very faint footsteps coming out "You wanted this, now you can have it" Spider chuckled lowly. You wanted to look away but your mind and body said no, Crow stood in the doorway, your chest constricted, your throat felt like something was lodged inside it, your heart seemed to skip two whole beats "Yes?" Your hands formed tight fists at the sound of his voice, his voice sounded a lot softer and quieter, a huge difference compared to the brash and arrogant tone it used to have "I'd like you to meet someone" Spider gestured to you.

"Oh, hello, we met on the Moon" Crow stared straight into your soul "Well, not officially..you ran away before I could ask your name, which isn't really new to me" you wanted to slap yourself, Spider laughed "My apologies if she seems quiet, little bird, she's very shy" Nope, you wanted to slap Spider instead, but that seemed to shove a whole sentence out of your mouth. "My name is (Y/n) (L/n)..I'm a Guardian of the Last City" You could see Crow's brows knit together for a few seconds in confusion, but his expression changed immediately "I'm glad to be in the presence of another lightbearer" he said in a warm tone. You were trying so hard not to throw your helmet off, jump into his arms and kiss him all over "How about you two, go on a little receive and deliver task for me, hm?" You looked to Spider with a glare in your eye "Alright, if..that's okay with you?" This man, still as thoughtful as ever, you hesitantly nodded.

-

You and Crow walked beside each other in an almost awkward silence, for you anyway "I'm sorry if you noticed my reaction to your name..I just- I just felt like I've heard that before, but I guess that wouldn't make sense because there could be so many other people with the same name but I don't know..yours felt strange to hear" your heart clenched in pain, wanting nothing more than to tell him who you were to him "Guess I just have one of those names" you said in a low voice, almost a whisper "Yeah, I suppose so".

"Do you remember anything about your past life?" Crow asked after a little while of more walking, you glanced at him "A little bit, I think..just my name at least" Crow huffed "You're lucky then, because I can't remember a thing..which is probably good, I guess, what with the way people look at me and treat me, I'm not so sure I want to know who I was at all" Crow seemed to laugh almost sadly.

"It's strange..being rebirthed as a Guardian not knowing who you are when everyone else seems to" you clutched your gun to your chest tighter as you sighed "I can't imagine what you had to go through but..I'm here for you" the words slipped passed your lips before you could process them, Crow smiled warmly at you, your heart leaped. "Thank you, (Y/n)..as am I, it's weird..I feel like I could tell you anything" your mouth opened slightly as if you were about to say something, Crow kept his gaze forward "I think this is it" you and the amnesiac Guardian approached a pile of random cargo, a device Crow was carrying was blinking rapidly "All of this?".

Your hand reached for a box, Crow happened to be reaching for the same one, his large hand covered yours instantly, you tensed as your eyes widened, it was quiet and Crow didn't pull away, neither did you, you glanced at him, but his hair was hiding his face from you, you looked down at your hands as you felt a slight pressure, he seemed to be slowly lacing his fingers with your own "Crow..?" You said, voice barely above a whisper, his hand then firmly held your own.

"Crow" you said again, slightly louder, Crow gasped, his hand and body moving away from yours, Crow held his head between his hands, his eyes tightly shut "Crow..?" Your voice came out in a worried tone, you approached him, you laid your hand on his shoulder and said his name, his eyes burst open and he looked up at you with tear welled amber eyes, he looked so frightened and your heart broke for him.

"Are you alright?" You gently covered his hands with your smaller ones, keeping his gaze on you, his mouth hung open slightly "Cro-" you barely had time to say his name as he lunged forward at you, wrapping his arms around your smaller frame, almost knocking you over- he was hugging you, a surprise but a welcome one, he pulled away after a few moments and stared down at you, your own gaze met his.

"I know why your name sounds so familiar.." He said with a smile on his face "Because it's you, my love.." You froze "You remember..?" You asked in a bewildered tone, Crow pressed his forehead against your helmet "Don't know how I could ever forget you, my forever love" you could feel the biggest smile you ever felt erupt on your lips as you threw yourself at him, Crow laughed and it was music to your ears, tears fell from your eyes as you held him there for what felt like forever but forever was welcome.

"I love you, Uldren.."

"I love you most, (Y/n)".

[purplespacewitch]

A/N - Decided to make something due to boredom and generally because this baby doesn't have enough fics. Get some popcorn and enjoy my absolutely lazy writing.

Word count: 1915

Uldren Sov x Hunter! Reader

You thought defeating the voice of Riven would be the end of this. It should have been. It was almost done - You were to get ahold of him. The guy who killed your Vanguard. But Spider betrayed you, he betrayed all of you. Fallen were there. You couldn't see Petra anywhere. She was probably busy with trying to fight all the damn Fallen that Spider had sent. He had your coordinates, he knew where you were.

"Sharp," you spoke up, almost demanding, "where is Petra, contact her now!" You almost screamed at your ghost. Ghost was immediately on it. You named him Sharp because of his straight and honest answers on everything, plus the fact that he could scan things from far away. Sharp eyesight.

"She isn't answering," he responded, "it should be the fallen, Guardian."

Great. You could only kill the Fallen and find Uldren now, then Petra later. As much as you wanted to put her in first place, you couldn't.

"Scan the place, find Uldren," you demanded yet again, trying to fight off the Fallen.

You threw a Spike grenade at the right side of you, pulling your Huckleberry out and shooting at the rest of the Fallen. They were coming from all sides, you didn't know if you'd make it without having to be revived at least once. You were alone in this. Spider really had his way of screwing things up, what was his plan with this?! Uldren was going to get away and take over.

You were knocked down as your thoughts went everywhere. You looked up to see the Captain of the Fallen - You were done for. His sword was pointed at your throat, slowly reaching your larynx. He was about to slice your neck open. You didn't know whether to feel scared or shocked, either way, you were frozen in place.

Before you could do anything, you were kicked by a Dreg, knocking you unconscious.

- 

You woke up to the sound of metal clanking. Chills were shot down your spine and you tried to do something but your hands were numb. Not only numb, but cuffed as well.

Your sight was still blurry from the kick you recieved. You shook your head and groaned slightly, earning a chuckle from someone.

"I'm glad you're awake," the person squat down before you, grabbing a hold of your jaw then forcing you to look up at his eyes. It was Uldren. You couldn't help but groan more internally, feeling slightly scared as to what's happening.

"You have a lot to explain, darling," his voice sounded almost charming but rough at the same time.

"Like I'll tell you anything," you blurted out, not caring about him or his questions. He was not getting a single answer from you, not after everything he has done, the Hell he has put you and other Guardians through. You lost one of the people you loved the most, because of him.

He now let go of your chin and grabbed you by your hair, pulling hard.

"You will tell me everything, after all, I saved you," he announced. It made you shiver, the way he was speaking. "And other than that, I'll need you to find Petra, tell me or not, I'm getting to her either way. Cause I either get to know where she is or she comes looking for you."

You kicked with your legs which only made him stab your thigh with his knife. You screamed and refused to cry in front of him. You didn't know where Sharp was, it was like he disappeared, or worse, he was gone.

"I'll kill you!" You screamed, voice full of anger and hate, he was still not going to make you speak. You swore to yourself you'd end him, even at the beginning.

He only chuckled more at you, he was enjoying the suffering he was putting you through.

"As soon as I find my sister, Mara, this will all be over," this caught your interest. Did he think Mara was back? The Queen? He couldn't be serious, the only thing that was there was Riven, the one who put him in it's mouth. The one and only.

"She's not back and she never will be, you ignorant fool," hissing at him, his stare hardened at you. It honestly made you shiver even more. He felt it, he knew you were scared.

"Alright," his tongue clicked, "you answer me, more so obey me, and I give you your ghost back," you instantly perked up, still weak and still in pain. Your ghost was alive. That's a relief. But you would need help your enemy in order to get him back.

Sighing, you think about this carefully. Maybe you could find a way to stop him, maybe he'd drop his guard down eventually, and then you could do whatever is that you're capable of.

As you nodded, Uldren made your ghost appear, it was weird, to say the least.

"Guardian!" Your ghost exclaimed, clearly happy to see you alive, but not in the best state. He immediately did everything he could to heal you, but he was unable to set you free of those cuffs.

He gave you his iconic smirk, which made you roll your eyes. His face was now up close to yours, you didn't know what to do, other than stare at his features. He had a rather nice face structure, his eyes were an alluring color. But he only rolled your head back with his hand which was still holding onto your hair.

"I will let you go, but do know, I won't let my guard down," he whispered into your ear, his voice slightly husky, "if you are to do anything, I will do more than just stick my knife inside you."

Alright. You could feel the cuffs being taken off your hands. You felt his own hands - They were rather soft. You would have expected someone who went trough so much to have very rough hands, but it's as if he used lotion for hands. You chuckled and he started glaring at you.

His hand was on your throat now, making you snap out of your own thoughts.

"You better get ready to answer now, guardian."

-

Uldren had removed your weapons from you, you didn't even have your knife with you! He didn't even want to give you any weapons, which was reasonable, but it was almost as if he forgot that you still have your class powers. That could be extremely good for when he's focused on something else, but right now, he was really focused on you.

Feeling uncomfortable, you try to give him a glare, but he looked very amused by your stubbornness. You were staring at his eyes again, getting lost. Quickly you snapped out of it.

"What do you need to know?" You asked, mocking him. He had his way of making you soft rather easily, but you didn't wanna look vulnerable in front of him, it was only going to end up bad.

"Where is Petra?" His voice was now serious, as if he immediately switched to some kind of business mode. You disliked it.

"I don't know, we lost her after-" you paused and thought of how you should word your sentence, "after the Fallen had attacked." You didn't want Crow to know everything about this situation, if you mentioned Spider his mood could have changed, and you just wanted him calm for now - Gain his trust. Even if it is by lying.

He took a step closer to you then started circling you. He didn't believe you. You could sense it. You were visibly tense and you cussed yourself over it. Lying wasn't one of your biggest skills.

Before you knew it, he had you on the ground. Your arms pinned down.

"Guardian, you think I'm dumb? Innocent maybe?" He was mocking you back, one of his hands was pinning both of yours down, he was stronger than you. His other hand was on your cheek. You were starting to feel uncomfortable with the position you were in.

He was on his knees, legs spread, your body in between them. You were very vulnerable. His hand was caressing your cheek almost gently. You couldn't get yourself to answer him. His eyes hypnotized you yet again - You were in his control.

You snapped out of your thoughts due to a burning sensation on your cheek. He had slapped you after you hadn't replied.

"Stop!" You yelled out, confusing both yourself and him. He was messing with your mind. He got inside it so easily and he made you zone out. Why?!

His face was closer to yours and you almost wanted to claim his lips.

"Stop what?" He asked, clearly as amused as he was before. He went down to your neck and gently blew at it. Goosebumps started rising all over your body. God damn did he have his ways.

"Stop t..." you were not about to say that, were you? He was getting to you and you hated the fact that he was. But at the same time, you liked it.

His lips pressed against your neck and you gasped. He slowly trailed his way to your lips then pulled away.

"You better answer me, Guardian, we both know the agreement," you noticed his voice was softer than before, and you could slowly feel your cheeks turning 50 shades of red. Both the actions and words confused you to your core.

"Stop teasing..." your words slowly trailed off. You could see him smirk, but you couldn't make out his entire expression due to his hair covering his face. Then your mind exploded with thoughts, why did you say teasing? What was happening? Where is Petra?

Your thoughts were silenced with his lips being pressed against yours. You tried to say something but he only pressed harder. You eventually just stopped trying to fight it.

He noticed your ease and that your will to fight has been suppressed, so he let go of your hands and wrapped his arm around your waist, slowly picking both of you up. He pressed you up against a wall.

Cold. You were still in the Dreaming City. So you were making out with the Prince in the best place possible. Great.

He bit your lip hard and tasted your blood. You flinched and moaned softly into his lips. You hoped Sharp was going to help you but he was nowhere near you. Your world was spinning. What would you tell the Vanguard?

Now that your hands were free, you'd be able to kill him. You wanted to. But you just couldn't. He was like a snake, hypnotizing you and almost devouring you.

Your hands slowly trailed off to his chest and you started pushing him away from you, which caused him to pause for a moment and glare into your eyes, but still letting you say what the problem was.

"Why are you doing this?" Your voice was tinted with anger and confusion. There was so many things you could've asked him right now but this was your first question. The only answer you received from him was his small smirk yet again, but also him letting you go - Which caused you to fall down right on your bottom.

"Right," he chuckled, "we find Petra, I do my stuff and you're free."

Your stomach dropped to this. It was a problem. You forgot about that.

-

Should I write another one? Is it even good? I haven't written for 8 months now so I really don't know. Please let me know.

[stinkygremlinwarlock]

Can I request a Crow x Awoken!Female!Warlock where they lovers (they could be married or not, doesn't matter) in his past life, but when they meet again, reader just bursts into tears of joy and tackles him (basically wrapping herself around him). Just lots of fluff and happiness, he deserves someone to love.

(Wait but doesn’t he not remember his past life?.. oh no- I’ll do what I can)

Crow and beloved:

It had been a solid year since you had seen him. Last you remember of him was a shrouded face, slipping off into the darkness. Now here he was, standing to a forsaken corner off in the Spider’s Web. You practically jump out of your skin when you see him, running over and hugging him with your full force. You hug, yet there is nothing. He stiffens, staring down at you. Something flickers behind his eyes, and you see it as you raise a hand to his face. He leans into it, unable to stop himself. You ask him where he’s been, and yet her cannot answer you. You ask him many things, and he does not know the answer to anything. Finally, you ask for his name, and he says:

“I am The Crow..” to which you reply:

“Ah... You aren’t... You aren’t who I thought you were.” You turn to leave, feeling tears well up in the corners of your eye, before you feel his cold hand grab yours. You look back quickly, noticing tears forming in his bright eyes too.

“I want to be... To be who you thought I was. Who did you think I was?”

You stared at him with insuring before walking up to him, and whispering two, simple words. “Uldren Sov.”

It was like his world came flooding back to him. His sister, the betrayal of the chimera, his horrible acts. He felt disgusted with himself for being such a fool. For believing all those lies. He then remember you. The way the light laughter trickled from your lips when he make you laugh. They way your eyes crinkled when he made you smile. He was the one to pull you into the hug this time. You stood there for a while, just hugging, waiting for one of you to break the silence. That would be him, with a soft sob.

You step back and hold onto him, listening to his quiet tears and his murmured confessions. None of it mattered though, because you were going to help him through this. You were going to help him become a good man. Even as the world falls to brimstone, you will be here.

(I hope you enjoyed! Woot woot first short fic!)

[ashenstardust]

Betrayal, Betrayer

Summary: Headshots were standard procedure, but there was one shot you regretted before you even took it. You were used to chances and unused to finality. The dead had always come back to haunt you. Word Count: 984 Rating: T Warnings: Past relationships, war breeds apathy and questionable morals.

“Osiris is asking for us.”

 “Guardian, we’re going to the moon.”

 Your ghost was used to taking control of emergency situations. They’d deliver you to the source of trouble, or near it, and as long as they showed you where to go, you’d make sure nothing stood in your way. You’d been killing so long you hardly had to pay attention anymore. Ghost said nothing as you descended into the bowels of the moon. They knew you didn’t care.

 Osiris came in and out over comms. He relayed pertinent information to your ghost and the sound was a background to your gun. The moon sounded alive as the Hive nests and architecture groaned around you. Ghost lit your path, and you followed his guide through vaguely familiar terrain.

 “Guardian!”

 A warning voice sounded as a portal appeared before you. The rest of its message was cut off as you entered the ascendant plane. The air was thicker than usual. The greyscale might’ve been frightening to you once, but it was barely a hinderance now. You slaughtered there too, until the plane deigned to spit you out.

 Osiris was waiting on the other side. You looked around the room, making sure no Hive could get past you. Your senses stung like an allergy and your attention snapped back to Osiris. You were too late with your warning and you were forced to watch a Knight slap the old man to the ground.

 Before anyone could react the Knight was felled. “Who?”

 Your ghost’s question was answered shortly. An Awoken stepped into the light. An awoken you recognized with a Ghost of its own. Your heart thrummed and ached uncomfortably. Visions of the past flitted before your eyes. He looked the same. By the light, he looked the same.

 When his eyes met yours, you knew he did not recognize you.

 I’m sorry, my love

 Your words haunted you. Your actions haunted you. Killing the barons had been easy. Petra joined you to face Uldren and you knew every choice you made narrowed to a final act of betrayal. Revenge. You hadn’t even said the words in the end.

 Ghost forced your transmat and you were grateful. You were the only dead thing allowed on your ship.

 “He wore Spider’s mark.”

 The flourish on his chest hadn’t escaped your notice either. You unclasped your helmet and left the cockpit to Ghost. You didn’t want to hear what he had to say. His breakdown of Cayde’s killer. His condemnation of your lover. You wept silently and with rage in your heart.

 “We must find out what’s going on.”

 The purple ambiance of the Reef told you Ghost had beamed you down. Spider awaited and you channeled your rage toward him. You kept your helmet on even as you entered the safe domain of the Spider. Uldren appeared next to you but you didn’t dare spare him a glance.

 Spider began to admonish Uldren and you stepped forward. “Be careful what you say,” you warned.

 “Why?” Spider was a strange sort of diplomat. Never minded being interrupted. “I saved him from certain death. Its not like you were there to help. The little bird is mine, and any attempts at rescue would be… explosive.”

 “I will kill you someday,” you promised. Uldren breathed to say something. “The adults are talking,” you snapped, looking at him enough so he would know to whom you were speaking.

 Spider chuckled. “Its true what they say about a guardian scorned.” Spider waved a hand and you felt Uldren leave. “Your Ghost knows what I want, but I’ll tell you what you’ll be receiving in return.” Spider leaned forward and you had to suppress the urge to start a dangerous war. He tilted his head toward a now-opened hall. “Unlimited access.”

 You followed his gaze and could guess at what lied beyond. “He is not a thing,” you hissed.

 “He is.” Spider sat back and adjusted his arms. “He is a tool, as are you. I promise he’ll want you as much, even if he does not remember.”

 You clenched your teeth. A snarl formed but it was one Spider could not see even as the rest of your body language gave you away. “I will work with him.” You forced the words out of your mouth before you could regret any more decisions.

 Spider was smug, and clearly intrigued. “I will inform him of your terms.” He gestured down the hall. “You may speak with him.”

 You looked toward the hall. No weakness. Not in front of Spider. Not when he already thought you were weak. You walked down the hall like what you might find wouldn’t kill you. Uldren was in little more than a supply closet. He looked at you as you entered, eyes impassive, and said nothing until you stood before him.

 “You knew me… before,” he noted, “I am sorry I do not remember you.”

 “Don’t be.” Your words came out flat. “I’m the one that shot you in the eye.”

 Uldren shook his head shortly. “Spider has already teased me about you.” Uldren stepped closer and you held your breath. His hands came up slowly and you saw the same kindness in his eyes as he had always given you. His fingers neared and fumbled with the mechanisms holding your helmet in place.

 You let him pull your helmet off. He took it from you, and you stared at each other for a long moment. “I want to recognize you.” But he was not lamenting the past. You envied him that.

 You looked away first, tears welling in your eyes. You heard him set your helmet down. The next thing you knew he was cradling your face in his hands and kissing you. You kissed him back, chaste and grieving, before pushing him away. “Guide my hand, Crow, and I will make sure your boss is happy.”

[caydesgirl-uldrensprincess]

Forbidden || Chapter Four: The Ball

(FINALLY!! I have it out!)

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A/N: Cinderella warning???

"So, your date is an Awoken Warlock, a light-bearer?" Jolyon asked, surprised by the fact that the Prince even did such a thing.

"I did it so Mara would get off my back," Uldren stated, adjusting the formal suit jacket he was wearing.

It was a half-truth. Yes, he did it to get Mara off his back, but he also wanted to get to know Isabelle more. He wasn't going to tell Jolyon or his sister that. The Prince put on his cufflinks and nodded to the Crow. Both men left Uldren's quarters and went to the ballroom of the Palace. They met Mara just outside the doors. She wore a beautiful purple gown that flowed gracefully down her figure.

"You look dashing, brother," Mara said, as she linked arms with Uldren.

They entered the ballroom, which was crowded with Reef-Born and Guardians on either side.



"Her Majesty, Queen Mara Sov," The Guard announced, causing the crowd to quiet down, "and her twin brother, Prince Uldren!"

The Prince scanned the crowd to see if he could spot Isabelle. But the crowd itself was to thick to see anyone properly. As he and Mara descend the stairs and arrived at the bottom, Uldren bowed to his sister and parted ways with her. He entered the crowd of guests. He found the Vanguard, maybe Ikora Rey would have an idea of where her most trusted Warlock could be.

Uldren cleared his throat, grabbing their attention, "I was wondering where I could find my date, Isabelle Brigham?"

"She's out on the balcony, she wanted fresh air and somewhere not too crowded," Answered a Huntress with curled blue hair and icy blue eyes, clinging to the arm of Hunter Vanguard Cayde-6. She was probably the famous Chloe Brask, daughter to the late Hunter Vanguard Andal Brask.

He nodded, bowed, and went to the balcony on the other side of the ballroom. Uldren saw Isabelle gazing up at the night sky, her hands resting lightly on the railing. She was breathtaking. Her normally loose, half-shaved, bubble gum pink hair was in a beautiful pleated braid over her right shoulder. The moonlight made her pale blue skin glow, making her sapphire eyes pop. The dress she wore was stunning, the bodice hugging her sides in all the right places. The dress itself was pink with a beautiful white lace design. The thin straps stopped before they even reach her shoulders. The neckline dipped down into a V just under her sternum, letting the swell of her breasts show just a tad bit. The skirt was long and flowed out, flowers decorating the bottom of it.

"You look beautiful, Isabelle," The Prince complimented, causing the Warlock to snap her attention from the stars to him.

She blushed a light purple, "You look equally handsome, your Grace."

Isabelle curtsied. Uldren bowed and took her hand, placing a light kiss on it. He felt her tense for a second then relax. "Care to join me inside and get a refreshment?" Uldren asked, offering his arm to the Awoken woman.

"I'd love too," Isabelle answered, linking her arm with his.

Uldren guided her inside the ballroom. A waiter came by and The Prince picked up two champagne glasses, handing one to Isabelle. She took it and thanked him quietly.

"Can I have your attention?" Came Mara's voice from the front of the ballroom.

Conversations ceased and everything became quiet.

"Thank you, as you know I invited you for a splendid evening and a chance to make new allies with the Traveler's Chosen," The Queen stated, "I hope this alliance will bring peace and prosperity to our people!"

The crowd clapped and conversation resumed. A chorus of string instruments started to play, Reef-Born and Guardians who knew how to waltz joined in.

"Care to dance?" Uldren asked, setting the now two empty champagne glasses on a waiters tray as he passed by them.

Isabelle nodded, shyly looking down at her feet, "I'd love too, Uldren, but I'm not a graceful dancer."

"Then just follow my lead," The Prince said, walking into the middle of the dance floor.

He placed one hand on Isabelle's waist and the other held her hand. Uldren stepped back, prompting the Awoken woman to step forward. Slowly, surely, The Prince had taught Isabelle how to waltz. Halfway through the instrumental 'La Valse de L'Amour', Uldren twirled his date around, then held her by the waist again.

"They're all looking at you," The Warlock said, noticing that everyone stopped dancing to the music, creating a space for her and Uldren to dance.

"Believe me, they're all looking at you," Uldren, a smile gracing his lips. 

They continued to dance, gliding around the room. Uldren realized he liked the smile that adorned Isabelle's face. The crowd awed as The Prince lift Isabelle up and spun her around, before setting her down gently. Gracefully, Uldren dipped his date and pulled her up again, spinning her around yet again, the layers of her dresses skirt swirled and frilled about.

People started to dance again as the music continued. As the music drew to a close, Uldren bowed to Isabelle as she curtsied. He then offered his arm again. "Would you like me to take you somewhere more, er, private?" He asked.

"Yes, that sounds wonderful," Isabelle smiled.

Uldren returned the smile and took Isabelle out of the crowded ballroom and down several corridors and stairwells. He led her out of the palace and onto the grounds, taking a left away from the ball.

"Isn't Mara going to notice your absence?" Isabelle asked as they walked down a cemented path.

"No, I doubt she would even know I'm gone," Uldren muttered, "Besides I wanted to bring you somewhere I never took anyone else, not even Mara."

"Okay."

The Prince stopped in front of a white gate. He opened it and stepped aside, "Ladies first." The warlock chuckled, smiling as she stepped through the gate. He heard her gasp and she turned to him.

"It's beautiful!"

Uldren had taken Isabelle to a private section of the palace's garden. The flowers all around were exotic and had a bioluminescence glow to them. In the middle of the garden was a beautiful white swing that hung from a tree with bioluminescence leaves. The Prince took Isabelle gently by the hand and led her over to the swing.

"Please," He said, offering the awoken woman a seat.

"I shouldn't," Isabelle replied shyly.

"You should."

"No, I shouldn't!"

"Should!"

"Shouldn't!"

"No, you should," Uldren chuckled

"I will," Isabelle smiled and sat down, as the Prince stood behind her grabbing hold of the white ropes on either side of the swing.

"May I?" He offered.

"Please," Isabelle replied, looking up at the Prince.

 He gently pushed her and the swing, letting it glide out and come back to him. He repeated this process a few more times as the Warlock let out a small giggle, making Uldren's heart flutter at the sight. Suddenly, Isabelle's shoe fell off and landed a few inches away. Uldren moved in front of her and picking up the rose gold heel.

"It's made of gold?" He stated, examining the shoe

"And why not?" Isabelle shot back.

"Allow me," Uldren moved to place the shoe on Isabelle's foot.

"Thank you," The Warlock offered him her foot and he gently slid it on.

"So, tell me who you are," The Prince said.

"Well, for starters, I like books," Isabelle answered, a purplish blush dusting her cheeks.

"What kind of books are you into?"

"It varies from moment to moment, I read dystopia, other times I read literature or romance, sometimes the occasional historical fiction," She stated, "I know, it sounds boring."

"No, it's intriguing, any other things that interest you?" He continued.

The Warlock thought for a moment. "I also enjoy theatre, artwork, the outdoors, the weather in autumn, and sweets," She replied, "what about you?"

"Thrill and adventure," Uldren answered.

"Why that in particular?"

"Because I want to be a hero my people can look to."

"Is that all? Interests, I mean?" Isabelle asked.

"Please my sister, I guess, though she always seems to be disappointed by everything I do," The Prince replied, casting his gaze from Isabelle to the side.

"I'm sorry to hear that, that's bloody awful."

"Don't be, I'm used to it by now," Uldren stated.

"Besides trying to please your sister and being a hero, who are you really, Prince Uldren?"

"If I told you, would you still want to know me?"

"Yes," Isabelle replied.

The Prince gazed into her sapphire eyes, they were so close. He didn't realize how close they were until they were inchesapart. His eyes darted down to Isabelle's full lips. They looked so plump and soft. He wondered what they would feel like on his own. Isabelle apparently had the same idea as she also lean closer. Their lips were only centimeters away.. Uldren closed his eyes awaiting her kiss when something interrupted them.

"Isabelle, the Vanguard is leaving." Came a voice.

Uldren jumped back, spotting Isabelle's ghost. The moment was ruined. 

"Oh, I'll be there momentarily," The Warlock replied, standing up from the swing.

The ghost bobbed once before disappearing. Uldren stood up and straightened his formal attire. He took Isabelle's hand and kissed the back of it.

"Until next time," He said.

"Next time?"

"Yes, I would very much like to get to know you better,"

"You have a mobile?" Isabelle asked.

"Yes," The Prince answered.

"Then send me a text,  if you want to talk."

After exstanging numbers. Uldren bid goodbye to the guardian. He went back to his quarters, where he found Jolyon waiting for him.

"You were no where to be seen after the first waltz," The crow said.

"That's because I spent the night wondering the place grounds having a pleasant conversation with my date," Uldren replied, entering his bedroom.

"That is surprising coming from your mouth."

"Really, how so?" The Prince started to take his blazer off.

"Well, for starters, you had a date this time," Jolyon stated.

"People change," Uldren replied, dressed in only his slacks.

"Is this change good or bad? Because if you fall for her, you know its not..."

"Not what, Jol?"

"Permitted."

The Prince rolled his eyes, "I'm going to bed. Meet me in the courtyard tomorrow morning and I'll explain what the plan is then,"

Jolyon nodded and left. Uldren sighed. He knew it wasn't permitted. Isabelle wasn't a royal, she was a guardian and that made the things even more complicated. With another sigh, The Price laid on his bed, hands behind his head, thinking about what lies in store for him

[ignisnocturnalia]

I think I've figured out how I want to write these (Exposition/mini story, when relationship is established HCs actually start) based on a previous statement I made, also ANOTHER REQUEST! All headcanons are placed at the back of the story part. Let's get this ball rolling!

Crow x Reader

"Now, if he ever flies too far from the nest?" Spider leans forward, "Boom." Your stomach made a flip at the kingpin's explanation, and you've never been more uncomfortable to have your Ghost out in the open. Some part of your mind is saying 'Who cares? That's the man that killed Cayde', but another half is saying 'He has no idea. It isn't fair to judge him for something he can't remember'.

That meeting had happened an hour ago and you couldn't get his dumb gray face out of your head. He looked so.. sad. Regardless, having a Ghost rigged with explosives did not sit right with you at all. Spider wanted you to help him with his Wrathborn problem? Sure, alright. When all of this was over, you knew exactly what you wanted your payment to be.

One large change about the new light that you've found impossible to ignore is diminutive he is. His commentary after successful hunts and small chats after a lure upgrade is administered are curt. Even more surprising is his willingness to present mercy to the corrupted Fallen. He is nothing like Uldren.

Acknowledging this division between his past and present self is when you start to realize that you like working with him. A lot. Probably more than just work, but will you admit it? No. Besides, you tell yourself, he really doesn't look like he's searching for a relationship while figuring himself out.

Petra often asks why you've taken to visiting the Tangled Shore so frequently now, and everytime you scramble to spit out an answer, something stupid like "Spider has a good deal running right now". In some part, it's true, since when you're not hunting Wrathborn you're showing Crow how to do Guardian stuff and explaining Last City life to him. His calm and curious demeanor is extremely cute, and the velvet sound of his voice does not help.

When Spider has both of you run point on a mission you always look to the rafters of the building to try and see him or listen for his steps. He's annoyingly good at stealth. The only time you ever had to be stealthy was in the Gorgon's lair and the Pleasure Gardens. You wish you could speak to him unfiltered; if Spider ever discovered your crush he wouldn't let you hear or see the end of it.

As the months dragged on and you came closer to catching the High Celebrant, you caught yourself anxiously wondering what lie at the end of it all. What if Spider didn't let you take him? And if he did, would Crow stay with you or do his own thing? Greedy little thoughts ran through your head as you thought of all the times you shared together, both of you visibly happy in your eyes.

As much as you'd like to live a runaway life with him and hope he felt the same, you knew it was wrong. He'd get restless, and you'd start fighting. Whatever he chose to do, is what you would let him do. Osiris has taken notice of your feelings, and the knowing glances he gives when no one else is looking sets your face on fire, acting like he doesn't have a thing for Saint always writing those letters when he's on death's doorstep; dramatic is what you say.

Soon enough, all of your close friends can tell you like someone, but they simply can't figure out who. Ironically, the day you work up enough courage to ask him to be your partner is the same day he pins the location of the High Celebrant. The morning is tense, and just getting ready for the big fight is sending energy through your body. Crow, on the other hand, seems much more grim. It makes sense, really; you're the one who's been slaying gods over the years.

You're guard is quickly brought up when Spider summons you for a talk in the main room. You listen to his next words with a fierce intensity.

"Do not let him so close, or spoil him with pretty dreams. Kill the High Celebrant. Break Xivu Arath's hold over my Shore, and you can claim any prise in my lair as your reward. You'll have earned it."

Hiding a smile, you nod and make your way to disembark on your mission; looks like you won't have to ask.

The Dreaming City was as mystical as ever, and you vaguely wondered if Petra had seen you come in. Making quick work of the scarce Hive, you found yourself in Harbinger's Seclude. The massive Cryptolith was impossible to miss, and a full body shiver racked you as you approached it. This was it.

Stabbing the lure into the roots, Crow's voice filled your comm channel.

"Ha! Tagged it! It's bleeding energy and on its way back to you." Your heart jumped at his excited tone. Nobody had any business being that cute. The trademark screech of a Hive portal drowned out all noise, and your next big fight ensued.

The next period of time was spent chasing the Celebrant through realms, until, that is, it sealed the last portal. Osiris had given weak condolences, but you weren't going to give up on Crow. Not today! The blight high above you twinkled teasingly as frustrated tears swam over your eyes as you attempted scrambling up the large Awoken statue, just barely missing the hand and falling back to the ground uselessly.

The silence was becoming overwhelming, deafening, even. Osiris continued to tell you to return to fight another day, but he was too important for you to just leave behind.

"Maybe there's enough Hive magic left in the lure to find another way through!" For once, your Ghost didn't parrot the obvious; you almost wanted to kiss him. Turning around with a new fire, you thrusted your lure into the crystalline floor over the last trace of the High Celebrant's blood. Sure enough, platforms much like those of the Dreadnaught revealed themselves over the edge of the bridge.

You wasted no time, racing over every gap and closing in on the blight. Palpitations overtook your heart when Crow's voice returned to the feed, spewing some kind of death message. Death wouldn't take him. Especially not if you had anything to say about it.

Jumping through the portal, you recognize the bitter feelings of anguish. This is exactly how you felt when Sundance's light washed over the Prison of Elders. Not again.

By the time you see the High Celebrant, all you're seeing is red. Faintly, you remember how Drifter said the Hive in the system were scared of you; good. They should be.

Bullets fly and the ether sings with each corrupted Fallen whose head flies by your gun. If you weren't so pressed for time, you would've strangled the Wizard that had your sought after stolen Light. Standing in the pool of green magic, you turn a furious glare on to the Celebrant and unload your heavy straight into its bony head. Something inside of you lurched in desperation to finish the kill when it summons a portal, trying to make for a retreat and trapping you at the center of the room.

"Crow! The portal!"

"I see it! Now finish it!" Just as he says those words, the trap falls and the portal across the room implodes, sending the High Celebrant to its knees. Your body erupts with power as you descend upon the Hive that killed Sagira and nearly killed Crow, sending it off with your super into the abyss.

Heaving a sigh, your brain finally has a chance to clear with no more present danger. In fact, your chest swells with affection as your Ghost confidently speaks of his trust in Crow followed by his reply.

"It's been an honor, Guardian."

Finally leaving the location, Celebrant head included, you decide to sleep on your short trip back. Your Ghost wakes you up before you land, and when you transmat your eyes immediately fall on Crow, who is safe and sound. Behind your helmet, you smile wearily at the former prince.

The moment you step into the Spider's lair, the air is thick with tension. You can tell the kingpin is pleased to have the Shore cleansed of Hive corruption, but also upset that he has to give up one of his prizes.

"It's done." You say firmly.

"So it is... so it is," he leans forward in his seat with a leer, "All right, Guardian. As promised, you can have a prized bauble from my lair as compensation for your... heroics." The last word rolls off his tongue with a quiet distaste, and you have no problem returning the feeling.

"I want... him." Jerking your head in Crow's direction, you can feel the energy crack through the room.

"Cute. Real funny." Your brows crease in impatience at his dismissive snicker.

"You said anything in the room." You do your best to keep your eyes off of Crow; a distraction now could be bad news. Spider lets out a terrible laugh as his guards step forward, readying their spears.

"Oh... You really want my little bird," he puts an uncomfortable amount of importance on the words "really want", "Fine. You can have him." The large Fallen turns his gaze to Crow, mockingly waving his arm upward.

"Fly away," he looks back down at you, "and get the hell out of my lair."

No further instruction is needed as you and Crow make your leave. As you exit the safehouse, both Glint and your Ghost come out.

"Now what?" Glint looks to Crow for an answer. The reality of the event settles on the Awoken, and he looks at you in a way he hasn't before.

"Why would you do this for us?"

As a formality, you've never taken off your helmet around Crow. He'd never seen, or even had an idea about your face, until... now. The tear streaks from the mission are still on your face, slightly visible in the dim light. Walking over to him, you slowly bring your eyes up to his. He doesn't move away, but you do notice with a flash of hope that a blush is starting to grace his cheeks at your proximity. Clenching your eyes shut, you close the gap between you two and press a kiss to his lips.

He freezes for a moment before placing his hands on your shoulders, and you pull back afraid that you've just made the wrong move.

"I... uh." His eyes dart here and there before settling back on yours. His face straightens out, and then he hesitantly leans forward into your range again. This time, he's the one kissing you.

Both of you leave the Tangled Shore together.

Relationship HCs

He never fails to pick you up during your special brand of greeting, which is running straight at him and jumping into his arms. You even do the little spin around like those movie couples

He's okay with subtle PDA like handholding, but nothing too extreme such as kissing in front of others; he prefers to keep more intimate moments between you and him

Surprisingly eager for cuddles with you at the end of the day

He will let you indulge yourself by doing stupid things every once in a while, like seeing how much whipped cream you can put in his mouth before he can't take anymore

There are times when you just talk about random stuff because he knows you like the sound of his voice

He usually has to calm you down whenever another Guardian stares too long. You see it as a threat, and you're ready to defend your glowing boyfriend with your life

When you're not busy with Vanguard tasks, you're bringing him to the planets that weren't swallowed by the Darkness and showing him the layout, along with whatever endemic life is present

He becomes enamored with Earth's crows, which you had expected

Whenever he has visions of his past, he'll tell you and you do your best to fill in with rudimentary details such as location or time; you hope he never remembers the moment when you had to kill him

You especially love playing with his hair, it's nearly softer than silk and you are intrigued by the white streaks at the front of his cut

Both of you will decide to sit down every once in a while and just touch each other's face; you prefer running your hands along his jawline and cheekbones while he'll brush just under your eyes and along your temples

Dates can range from a quiet, romantic dinner to hunting down large and difficult quarry

Whenever you find a Golden Age waltz piece, you bring it to him and give it a listen; these sessions always end with you two dancing and swaying with each other

Truly, a couple of many talents

NSFW 👁👄👁

The first time you get anywhere close to the act he's so unsure of himself you both stop and instead explore each other at the surface level

No matter how many times he sees you nude his face is a blushing mess everytime

The first few times you take the lead, but once you both get over the fact that you've exchanged pleasantries he's the one who figures out he likes to be dominant in bed

He's vocal to an extent, mostly heavy breathing/moaning and grunts to let you know exactly how good you feel

He's super into bondage (who would've known?) whenever you're the one tying him up

He always prefers the ability to see your face, and whether it's because he can see your face contort in pleasure or because he can lock with you in a heated kiss, you can't tell

His sides are usually ticklish, but they act more like erogenous zones when both of you are deep into it

He starts out rough since he isn't used to this kind of activity at all, but over time he finds a balance between being gentle and absolutely blowing your back out

He's likely to caress your arms and waist the whole time to add another sensitive layer to your already overstimulated body

He also likes draping his body over yours, and with how hot his chest is and the press of his lower body? You're not arguing

Once you finish, he either goes straight to sleep while huddling against you or you convince him to get up so you can shower together

I have 2 asks for Drifter HCs, but I'm implementing a personal/request system so I can keep my monsterfucker train going. The next HCs I'm releasing are for Nokris, then I'll do Drifter HCs, and for now my last personal writing will be for Ghaul

[solestorm]

I have a prompt stuck in my head and sadly I have no idea how to write a proper story. But anyways...

As of so far Crow has not seen the YW face. Until what is told in the lore of Hawkmoon. But what if YW is afraid to show their face due to that it was the last face Uldren saw. Even though they know it's not him but... They still fear. And in that camp/ campfire all you want to do is show him.

Make it as fuffy or angsty as you please. And this point what pleases you. Points if you make YW an awoken or a Titan. And I'm sorry if the prompt seems all over the place. Again I'm awful at this stuff. But have fun and tag me if you go with it! I wanna read them. 🥺❤️💔

[theidiotwhowritesthings]

Am I Too Late?

[I post either once a week or 4 times in one day 🙃]

The prompt from @xentari94​ was this:

Hi! Omg I love your writing! ❤️ ^^ Could I request #1 on the first list with Cayde x Exo Female Gunslinger? One where she goes with Cayde to the prison and everything happens the same except this time she manages to get to him, and saves him from being shot.

Cayde-6 x (Exo) Female!Reader

Warnings: cursing, violence, angst/comfort

1,718 words

“Any second now, my partner is gonna roll in here and kill… every… Last… One of you.”

It wasn’t a prison riot. It was a prison break.

Petra Venj had called Cayde-6 earlier asking for help with an ongoing riot in the Prison of Elders, and he had roped you into it on the promise that it’d be a ton of fun. Like date night, but with more gunfire. 

And you had agreed with a smile because you enjoyed any time you spent with Cayde whether it be a night of drinks and ramyun or a mission on the Shore. You didn’t care. As long as the two of you were together.

It wasn’t a prison riot.

It wasn’t a prison riot.

It was a prison break, and as you watched Cayde plunge into the depths of the prison, riding the top of the control center, all you could think was that this wasn’t a very good date night either. The control center hit the ground floor with an explosion. You went to call out to Cayde, but before you could the metal beneath you gave out and your head slammed into the floor before falling.

.

It took a moment to gather your bearings.

.

You shuttered your eyes and involuntarily sucked in a sharp breath. Your body didn’t need the air but doing so brought comfort to you. A familiar voice brought you back to reality, “Hey, welcome back.” Shakily, you rose to your feet and your Ghost danced around your helmet once before fading away. The sharp pain in your side disappeared. “We fell at least 20 stories down, and I can’t reach Cayde or Petra.”

You opened the comm link yourself and flinched when the only sound that greeted you was loud static, “Keep trying to reach them, ok?”

Your Ghost hummed a confirmation and you jogged forward to try and figure out where you were. It looked like you were in the bowels of the prison now, and if you went down a few more stories you’d end up where Cayde had landed. That was the goal. Find Cayde-6.

As you walked, a chill went down your back and it made every plate on your body stiffen and freeze. Your hand tightened around the grip of your hand cannon as you took a few more steps forward. There was a purplish-blue fog that created a trail through the door into the next room.

“Something is loose.” Your Ghost commented and you agreed wholeheartedly. Something felt very, very wrong. You picked up your pace. “It’s close, [Name].”

Your quick pace turned into a run as you tried to catch the end of the smoke trail, but it led into a room of creatures you hadn’t seen before. You came to a screeching stop and pulled your gun up to begin firing. They looked like Fallen in shape, but they were paler, covered in unusual armor, and they wielded weapons that the Fallen typically didn’t. Their entire beings had a freakish smoky glow that reeked of ether.

“These… things… used to be fallen.” You shot the last one and then just stood there for a moment letting your mind catch up to the scene. “The fallen didn’t just become this. Someone did this to them.”

Despite being an Exo, the feeling of bile rising in your throat overcame you. This was all wrong. Something terrible was happening. You pushed forward, stumbling slightly, before breaking into a full-on sprint, “Keep trying to reach Cayde.”

Room after room, the creatures came. The lower you went the more corrupted ether filled the air around you. The stench of it mingled with the smoke coming from the burning prison walls. With every step you took, the feeling of dread grew, and you couldn’t put your finger on what it was. Your ghost still couldn’t reach anyone on comms. There was only you, your Ghost, and static.

You dug your knife into the face of a screeching monster that got too close, and then spun to throw the blade into the next one coming. With one more shot the room was clear and you pushed onward. You jumped down a broken portion of the walkway to land on the lower floor.

You barely got a few steps forward before a blast of energy hit you in the chest knocking you onto your back. Instinct had you rolling back onto your feet quickly looking for the enemy that had thrown the grenade, but no one was there.

“No.” Your ghost sounded devastated. For the first time since you met him, his voice sounded shaky. “That was Cayde’s… Sundance. That was Sundance. She’s dead.”

You were moving. Before your ghost could even stop speaking, you were moving. With every step, with every pulse of your being, the name of your hunter flashed through your mind. Cayde. Cayde. Cayde. You had to get to Cayde. You needed to find Cayde. You couldn’t even properly mourn the loss of Sundance because you were so focused on finding the Exo Vanguard. Your Ghost was making a noise, like a low-pitched whine, and it was one you had never heard before. Ghosts couldn’t cry, but you wondered if this was the equivalent. With as much time as you spent with Cayde, your Ghost and spent and equal amount of time with his.

“The… The blast came from up ahead. Two more rooms.” Your Ghost focused back on the task. There was a forced steeliness to his voice.

You whipped through the door and up ahead at the other end of the room a large deformed monster stood in your way. It turned to charge at you, but you brought your gun up while simultaneously reaching for the Light. Warmth filled your entire body as you fired round after round at it. It fell to its knees dead and your Light began to fade, but you didn’t let it.

You kept the fire burning in your chest and the warmth turned to burning. It felt like you were burning from inside out, like you had swallowed the sun itself, but you wouldn’t let go. You couldn’t. Your Ghost cried out in worry, pleading for you to release the energy, but you burst through the next door letting the Light singe you from inside out.

An awoken wearing a hood stood in front of Cayde holding the Ace of Spades over him. Behind him, waiting in the door were more of the twisted, large ether soaked Fallen, and though you vaguely recognized them it was getting hard to see through the flames that engulfed you. The awoken’s head snapped to you, eyes glowing gold as they narrowed into a glare, and then they moved back to Cayde who could barely hold himself up.

“Told you so.” Cayde chuckled in a broken voice.

He went to fire, you saw his hand tighten, but you finally released your energy in a cry of pain. Like a rubber band that had been pulled too taunt, it snapped and blew out in a blast of fire. The awoken fired a round but went flying back at the same time toward the crew of monsters waiting for him. One of the creatures grabbed him and they went scurrying off, the door closing and locking in place behind them.

You clawed at your helmet. It was too hot. Too hot and you needed that unnecessary air to fill your body. Your ghost dismissed your helmet and you sucked in the ether tanged air. You could hear Cayde groaning still and stumbled toward him only to fall to your knees halfway there. You crawled the rest of the way until you were hovering over the battered Cayde.

“Partner, you’re smoking.” Cayde coughed out. He lifted a hand to your face but burned his fingers against the metal of your face, “Both figuratively and literally.”

Cayde’s face was busted. One eye flickering and his cheek dented in. He looked bad, and as you traced his figure with your eyes you realized the Awoken had shot him. The bullet had hit him just above the hip.

“Cayde.” You breathed out.

He followed your gaze and set a hand over the spot, “Damn. That could’ve been worse, huh?”

“I thought I lost you.” You cried out. Your voice breaking on the words. “Cayde, we felt… Sundance.”

Cayde’s face fell and you watched as he reached out to grab a red and white shard that laid not too far from him. He hissed in pain at the movement, but still brought the piece to his chest. “I fucked up. I fucked up, and she paid the price. Fuck.”

You couldn’t imagine how that would feel. The thought of losing your Ghost made you sick. Your Ghost, as if knowing your thought, curled up in the crook of your neck. Still mourning his friend. Loss wasn’t something guardians dealt with often. Not since the Red War. The thought of losing your Ghost, losing any of your friends, losing Cayde…

“Please…” The word fell from your mouth in desperation. “Please don’t leave me.” Cayde forced himself to sit up with a grunt and you reached out to hold him, so he didn’t fall over. You shook your head afraid to touch one of his wounds and hurt him worse. Sundance wasn’t here to heal him. What if these wounds were worse than they looked? “Cayde-”

He leaned his head against yours, “I ain’t goin’ nowhere, partner.”

You gripped his armor with your hands. Just having him here in your arms comforted you to some degree. He was moving and talking and whispering comforting words to you. You had made it in time.

“So”, Cayde cleared his throat and you pulled back to look him in the eyes. He gave you a smile, but with the damage done to his face it looked like an strange grimace, “I will admit, this was not the best date we’ve ever had. My bad.”

The last thing you expected to do in this moment was laugh, but you couldn’t stop the sound from coming out as you laid your head against his shoulder. He leaned the side of his head against yours with a tired sigh as the two of you waited for Petra to get down here and take you home.

[vostara]

I Am Lost - Series Masterlist

When Verna awoke as a guardian, she knew nothing about what life is meant to be like as a Lightbearer. And though she has been told that learning about her past is a forbidden endeavor, she can't help but feel drawn towards discovering who she once was. But her pursuit of the quest is interrupted by the growing chaos, by the Darkness spreading.

Begins with the events of Destiny 1 and will continue up to the current timeline (but hey, it'll take awhile to get there). Verna is a void-using Hunter.

pairing: - cayde-6 x female guardian x uldren sov - the crow x female guardian (eventual)

I Am Lost

progress [1/?] - 2.8k+ words, sporadic updates

volume one: a new guardian

component 01

component 02 (in progress)

playlists

– i'm paralyzed, where is the real me

*This work is cross-posted on Ao3.