#Mithrax x Guardian

[tell-me-a-tale-that-tells]

The Right one

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Summary: Misraaks looks at his beloved Guardian from afar and while he sees her holding a hatchling, something clicks inside him.

Warnings: None, unless kissing a big space lobster is a trigger for you.

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Misraaks stood quietly, observing as she wandered through the bustling marketplace, her movements purposeful as she examined fabrics and picked up a small lantern.

Her smile, simple and warm, was enough to make him smile as well, even though she wasn’t aware of his presence.

She had none of the traits that an Eliksni might typically admire—just two arms, two eyes, and soft skin without the protection of an exoskeleton.

And yet, in Misraaks' eyes, she was perfect just as she was.

It was rare to see her without her armour.

Today, she wore civilian clothes—a simple leather jacket, a sweater, and pants.

She looked almost vulnerable, but it suited her.

As she conversed with a merchant, Misraaks noticed the merchant had one of his younglings strapped on them, who stretched their small arms toward her, curious.

Misraaks felt the merchant apologize, but she didn’t seem to mind at all.

She offered her hand to the young Eliksni, allowing the child to play with her fingers.

The sight of her laughing softly as she interacted with the child touched something deep within Misraaks.

After a moment, she even picked up the little one, holding them close, her arms moving in a slow, rhythmic motion.

Misraaks tilted his head, intrigued by the gesture, a human custom that seemed so foreign, yet so tender.

Once she finished her conversation with the merchant, she returned the child, exchanged a few polite words, and continued on her way, heading toward Eido’s laboratory.

Misraaks quickly moved to take his place near his medical Servitor, as he didn't want her to catch him staring.

A moment later, her voice echoed softly through the room. "Eido? Are you here?"

“No, Lightbearer,” Misraaks answered, his voice calm. “She is out gathering ingredients for her tonics.”

She smiled at him, that same smile that seemed to brighten even his recurring darkest thoughts.

Misraaks couldn’t shake the image of her holding the child, swaying gently.

"How are you feeling today, Ge?" Her tone was gentle and filled with concern.

Misraaks hesitated, then sighed, lowering his gaze. “It could be better.”

When she asked if there was anything she could do to help, he shook his head.

But as she began to turn to leave, something inside him compelled him to speak. "Guardian, may I ask you something?"

She paused, looking back at him "Of course."

“I'm embarrassed to say that...I was looking at you, at the market. That movement you made earlier,” Misraaks said, his voice almost tentative. “With the child. What was that?”

A flicker of confusion crossed her features before understanding dawned. “Oh, I was rocking him. It’s something humans do to comfort babies, to help them feel safe.”

The explanation hit Misraaks harder than he expected.

The kindness she had shown, not just to a child, but to a child of his kind, touched him deeply.

“You don’t have any children,” Misraaks observed softly. “Would you want some?”

The question felt bold, perhaps too bold, but he knew time was not on his side, and he couldn’t keep such thoughts to himself much longer.

She smiled, though it was softer this time, more thoughtful. “Maybe one day. If I find the right person,” she replied honestly.

Misraaks couldn’t help the words that slipped from his mouth next. “And... what if it was the right Eliksni?”

There was a moment of silence between them that felt like eons.

She looked at him, her expression unreadable at first, but then she blushed slightly, her gaze lowering as she pondered his words. "I don’t know," she admitted softly. "I think I would love to... even if they couldn’t be biologically mine."

Misraaks noted the light in her eyes when she spoke of children. It stirred something deep within him.

The Lightbearer cheeks, Misraaks noted, were now a brighter shade of pink; her eyes were wide, and she nervously bit her lower lip.

“Guardian,” he began, his voice failing him. He swallowed hard, summoning the courage. “I-I must tell you something of extreme importance. I know that I'm the shadow of myself right now and—”

Before he could finish, she interrupted with a firm but gentle response. “I love you too, Misraaks. The answer is yes.”

Her words struck him like a bolt of electricity.

He hadn’t expected such directness.

"I was very obvious, didn't I?" he whispered, his voice raw.

"I guess we both were. I...felt this way for a long time now. Since the Endless Night," she confessed.

"I didn't expected you to reciprocate my feelings. Now I don't know what to say..." Misraaks rubbed two hands together, trying to find the words.

She stepped closer to him, and Misraaks felt his heart begin to race.

There was a nervous tension in the air, but it wasn’t unwelcome.

He braced himself as she reached for the armor plates on his chest, her eyes full of quiet curiosity.

“May I?” she asked softly, her fingers hovering near his mask.

He hesitated, then nodded. “Yes... you may.”

As she carefully undid the straps of his mask,

Misraaks closed his eyes, feeling exposed in a way that had nothing to do with physical vulnerability.

He heard the faint click as the mask came loose, and then felt her gentle touch, her lips pressing softly against his jaw and neck.

A low sound escaped his throat, half-surprise, half-pleasure.

Misraaks breathed deeply, his voice a soft rasp. “If you keep this up...the evening will take an interesting turn” His voice sounded different without the mask’s filter.

She smiled at him, her lips brushing against his skin again. “Oh, already worked up?” she asked, teasing him.

“For you, yes” Misraaks whispered, leaning into her touch, the tension in his body giving way to something else entirely.

But before they could continue, a cheerful voice interrupted them.

“Father! I’ve returned!”

Eido’s voice broke the moment, and both Misraaks and the Guardian pulled back, startled.

They exchanged a quick, embarrassed glance as Eido stepped into the room, a basket of any kind of bottles and ingredients in her arms.

She looked at them curiously, clearly sensing that something was off, but said nothing.

The Lightbearer smiled, stepping forward to greet her. "Eido! I was looking for you."

Eido looked at her, a bit puzzled, but nodded.

"I've returned with some ingredients for the tonics," she said, holding up the basket. "I hope they're what you needed."

The Guardian nodded, "Yes, they are perfect."

As Eido set down the basket, she couldn't help but feel a strange energy in the air.

Eyeing Misraaks and the Lightbearer, she noticed her flushed state and the way they seemed to be avoiding eye contact with each other. "Is everything alright?"

Misraaks cleared his throat, trying to regain his composure. "Yes, everything is fine Eido. We were just discussing our tasks for the evening."

Eido looked at them both curiously, but decided not to push further. "Alright then," she said, picking up the basket again"

Misraaks watched the Guardian preparing the tonics she needed with Eido's aid and when she finished, she bid them goodbye and leaved.

The two Eliksni whatched her go, then Eido turned to his father.

"... isn't that the Guardian's lipstick on your neck?"

[lordshaxxhandler]

Hi, I decided to make a separate series of Lore tabs for my characters and more from my story The Burden of the Light.

Just a little something I can work on between chapters✨

[a-driftamongopenstars]

could I humbly request guardian/misraaks with “i feel your absence in everything that i do alone, in every place i go without you." please and thank you x 100 <333

hi anon! :) thank you for this sweet prompt! i am projecting so much "i want to hug Misraaks" energy into this fic! 😂 also on ao3

27. "i feel your absence in everything that i do alone, in every place i go without you."

Misraaks awaits at the appointed hour for the Guardian to join him. They have been arranging these... dates on an occasion either may be present in the Last City. And so he awaits, breathing in the wind, watching the ruinous planes beyond the Last City. All that overrun wilderness, forests and buried cities alike. And now, is it a place to call home?

He is not sure. But they are home, the Guardian. Wherever they go, wherever they call him, it is by their side that he has come to know safety.

And a terrible loneliness that comes with either of their responsibilities when those demand their undivided attention.

The Guardian joins him on the overlook, stepping close quietly. Their helmet is off, and their eyes find his visor.

"Guardian," he says softly, streaming all the gentleness that his heart feels into that single word.

They step closer, and their head rests carefully against Misraaks' pauldron, careful of the spikes. It is something they have started doing a long time ago, and every time Misraaks feels overwhelmed with sensations that he can only call comfort and happiness.

"I am glad to see you." He tells them with sincerity.

So are they, they whisper.

For a little while, neither talks, and Misraaks searches his mind for words that would be appropriate. Because it must be said out loud, it must be confirmed in these dire times that he wants the Guardian nearby. That the Darkness would not separate them, no matter how hard it tries. That the Light has been their guiding star towards each other through centuries.

"May I speak, Guardian?"

They nod, he can see their smile.

"I am grateful for you being here. I am... We... Duty binds us together, but... I feel your absence in everything that I have to do alone, in every place I go to... I wish that you were nearer."

Is it him speaking? Is it Misraaks, must he recognize his own words, filtering through into a speech the Guardian would understand, Eliksni poetry of affection and love translated into words for them to hear?

When was the last time he permitted himself the joy of romantic affection that has not been present in his heart for far too many years?

The Guardian turns to look at him, and then their arms slide around his shape, as much as possible, and he returns the favour, all four strong arms embracing them. Misraaks is once again reminded of the strong creature he has fallen in love with, one that was touched by all that he considers holy.

Do you miss me, the Guardian asks. When we are away.

Their voice is incredulous. Hopeful?

"More than anything, Guardian. My Light."

Romantic Confessions Dialogue Prompts

[kotori-mochi]

Art commission done!

I finally finished one, Mithrax was a hard one, had to spend a lot of time just looking at him^^;

BUT it is done and I think he came out pretty well for my first of him. Thank you WeStanOCs from twitter for commissioning and for your patience❤️

Mithrax X OC guardian

[bonesxbows]

The Only Hope for Me Is You (Mithrax x Reader)

My Masterlist

You get back to the new Elsikni quarter in the Last City barely being held together. Mithrax helps you get back on your feet and the two of you make a discovery together

(WARNINGS) - graphic details of battle wounds - minor damage to ghost, he doesn't die but does take damage

trying to get back into writing here, and I churned out this pretty big piece. let me know if you'd want a chapter two or something! thank you for reading! reblogs and comments are appreciated!!

-PLEASE NOTE- Only about half of this is canonically accurate, I just wanted to write something pls don’t come after me about this not matching the lore

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The house of light was busy tucking in their young and swaddling their hatchlings for the night when the guardian transmatted in. the noise startled some, who poked their heads out of the shelter. The guardian was crumpled over, blood slowly pouring out onto the charred ground beneath them. They looked up at the eliskni who continued to just stare. 

“Where...where is he?” you said. The dregs and vandals looked around at each other. 

“Misraaks?” you asked, using one of the only few eliskni words you knew, hoping they would understand. They chittered to each other and then one vandal disappeared from the group. You sighed in relief, trying to even out your breathing. You looked down, removing your hand from your stomach. It was caked in blood and a small puddle was forming on the ground in front of you. You went to look back up at the eliskni but noticed two pairs of glowing blue eyes near you. A dreg had climbed down from their shelter and was approaching you. You tried to smile, but it hurt too much to do so. You watched as they inched towards you and outstretched an arm, three-clawed fingers holding a vial filled with a swirling purple liquid. 

“I…” you began to speak, but then remembered that the dreg in front of you probably wouldn't understand what you were saying anyway. 

“Nama,” you told them. They seemed confused, pulling back their arm, but then outstretched it again. 

“Bet-er.” they tried to say, croaking out the sounds. You just shook your head and looked at the ground, not sure how to communicate to this dreg that ether wasn't going to help you or heal your wounds. Soon, however, you could hear a deep and commanding voice speaking eliskni to the dreg. You didn't understand what was being said, but the dreg walked away, back towards the shelter. You looked back up and saw that Mithrax had finally shown up. He said nothing, but scooped you up off the ground carefully, shouting something to the others in eliskni, and carried you off into the house of light’s shelter. Off somewhere in the back, in a more secluded area was where Mithrax stayed. He placed you down on a makeshift bed, turning around to grab some things from a nearby stash. 

“What happened?” Was all he asked, still fussing with a stash with his back turned to you.

“They’re safe.” You choked out. “Your people are safe. I got them out in time, not…” you paused. “Not a single eliskni was harmed.”

Mithrax hummed in response, turning around with bandages and some kind of small metal container. “Then I assume you got harmed protecting one of the eliskni. I thank you. Now, let me help you in return.” Mithrax came closer to you, kneeling in front of you. He slowly reached forward, gently grabbing your hand that still clutched your stomach. you looked up at him, knowing it was going to hurt and reluctant to move. Even though his face was covered by metal, you could still see the sympathy pouring through. 

You inhaled sharply, pulling back your hand. It was slightly stuck, dried blood and residue caking the skin to the cloth of your armor. Your fingers were covered in six different shades of red, black, and brown, and you assumed your armor looked the same. Mithrax used another hand to tap the ground with a claw, silently asking you to lay down. You followed his instructions, albeit slowly. The ripped and burned skin stretched from your movements, making you croak out in pain. 

Mithrax got to work, gently pulling away what was left of your armor around the wound. There was a sharp stinging, and you could only assume he was applying some sort of medicine. Looking up to inspect only added to the pain, so you didn’t. 

He made a small chirping noise, “You know I have to ask,” he started, talking as he continued to work. “Where’s your ghost? What happened to him?” 

You winced, both from the pain and because of the question. “He uh...got hit. A little damaged, but fine. Not...not capable of any light abilities though.” You explained, taking deep breaths between your sentences. 

Mithrax hummed. “I could have our scribes take a look at him if you’d like. They might be able to help.”

“I appreciate the offer...but he’ll be fine. Just needs some time...and possibly a new shell.” You chuckled but it turned into a sharp cough. 

He hummed again and made a chitter noise out of satisfaction. “I need you to sit up, can you manage that?” 

“Can try.” You said, moving to sit up. Mithrax put a clawed hand on your back to help you. Your stomach area hurt, hurt like hell, but the pain wasn’t as strong as when you had first arrived in the Botza District. You assumed whatever Mithrax had put on the wound was helping with that. Once you were sitting up he went to wrap a bandage around your midriff. 

You dared to look down and caught sight of the damage as Mithrax worked to cover it. His clawed fingers working slowly, so he didn’t accidentally scratch you or fumble with the bandage, to cover the charred skin. Most of that section of your armor was burned or melted, and it looked like Mithrax had done his best to pick away what pieces had melted to the skin beneath. The area was covered in black and dark red, and the sight of your own charred skin was sickening. You looked away as Mithrax finished wrapping it, covering the ugly mix of blacks and reds with a bright white. 

“Thank you.” You whispered, your voice coarse from dryness. 

“The least I can do for saving my people. Now,” he tucked the end of the bandage into its self and sat back on his knees. “I recommend you stay here, at least for the night. Trying to make it back to the city could make it worse. I can have Eido take a look at your Ghost, but I would understand if you’d rather wait until you get back.”

You hummed, and nodded once, pulling out a bundle of cloth from one of your ammo stash pockets. You unfolded it carefully, exposing your ghost. His light was dimmed, and a good chunk of his shell was missing. You stared at him for a while, guilt pinging around inside of you. 

“Is he…?” Mithrax asked sympathetically. 

“No. No. He isn’t. He can’t be. He’s not.” You told him, more roughly than you wanted to sound. But you couldn’t think about that. You didn’t want to. Your ghost was fine, just fine. He had to be. mithrax reached forward to take a hold of Ghost and you flinched. 

“I’ll handle him with care, I promise. Eido will be careful as well. You have my word.” Mithrax was aware that ghosts and eliskni never really mixed, especially after the spider had started dealing with the guardians. So he didn’t prod, letting you decide on your own time. You rewrapped Ghost delicately, as if he would just fall apart in your hands any second, and slowly handed him to Mithrax. He looked at you before standing up, cradling your ghost in his top two hands carefully. 

“I’ll give this to Eido and be right back.” He told you, leaving the makeshift room. You then realized how quiet it actually was here. No civilians were calling out to Guardians, no one thousand conversations going on at once, and no constant hum of ships flying in and out of the hangar. The only sounds were the occasional chippers and chitters from the eliskni, and the soft whirl of the nearby machines. You took a deep breath and exhaled slowly, having a moment to relish in your nearly successful mission. Every eliskni you were guiding to their new house had made it without getting hurt and you were still alive. You hoped the same could be said for your ghost.

Mithrax came back a few moments later empty-handed. 

“Eido says she’ll do what she can, but it may take some time.” He told you. “I know it will not make your wounds or your ghost heal any faster, but thank you. Those eliskni you saved owe you their lives. House Light is forever grateful for all that you do for us.” 

You smiled a little. “Well somebody’s gotta. Between Laskmi and the prejudice she’s spreading, you and your people need all the help you can get.” 

He only hummed in response. “You should rest, let your wounds heal while Eido fixes your ghost.” 

“Yeah.” You halfheartedly agreed. You knew he was right, but you also knew that as soon as you closed your eyes you were going to fall into a bout of nightmares. 

“Then,” he started, making a move to leave the room. “I’ll see you again in the morning.” 

“Wait!” You said abruptly. Mithrax stopped, turning around swiftly from the urgency in your voice. “I...um…” you lost your words in your throat. “Stay. Please.” You choked out. Mithrax’s appearance softened, but he didn’t say anything as he strode over back towards you, sitting down crossed-legged near to you. You took it upon yourself to scoot yourself closer to him, inching across the floor carefully so that you didn’t ruin the bandaging, until you were right next to him. 

Now that you were closer to him you could hear the soft whirling of the machinery attached to him, and the quiet purring whenever he breathed in. He was hesitant to move, not sure what to do with a human so close to him. You leaned onto him, relaxing into the cool metallic plates that made up his armor. You sighed contently and he began to relax, you could feel his muscles de-tense underneath you. He looped a pair of arms around you, one around your shoulder and one around your waist, loosely. He smelled like gun oil and ether, his robotic arm around your shoulders whirling softly in your ear. Between the in-fighting and the rescuing and the protecting and the war against the vex, this was a moment of peace that you hadn’t known you needed so badly. The steady rhythm of the noises around you helped your eyes fall closed, the welcoming grip of sleep pulling you in. 

You woke up in the same room, at first unsure of where you were but soon remembered the day before. Someone, you assumed Mithrax, had moved you in your sleep. Instead of where the two of you had sat for the night you were now on the makeshift bed, a sleeping bag beneath you and the cold concrete floor, and an extra blanket has been draped over you. You looked around the room, nothing much had changed since the day before, except Mithrax was nowhere to be seen. With a sigh you threw the blanket off of you, tucking it between the wall and sleeping bag. You sat up slowly, expecting a sharp bolt of pain from your wound, but surprisingly the pain was only minimal. Looking down you saw that the bandages were surprisingly white, Mithrax must have changed them to fresh ones some time in the middle of the night, and the majority of your armor was missing from your body. You saw that all of it was folded and piled neatly on a nearby table. How long had you been asleep if Mithrax had enough time to do all of this? Regardless, you pushed yourself to get up, which was easier said than done considering you could barely twist or move your midsection, but you managed. You walked slowly, stretching out your sore muscles at the same time. 

Soon you made your way out of the bedroom and grabbed the attention of all the nearby eliskni. You smiled sheepishly from all the new attention, but they soon went back to whatever they were doing before. You supposed that they were just curious about the new movement in the shelter and that they didn’t really care what you were up to. Most eliskni around the camp knew who you were, you were around enough for them to recognize you from other guardians. So when you walked through the shelter of the camp most paid you no mind, they trusted you well enough. 

That is until you got to the main part of the shelter, where there was a big chunk of concrete missing from the wall, which provided the eliskni who were in charge of guarding the place a good vantage point of the only transmat zone left in the Botza District. Two guards who watched the inside of the camp whispered to each other when they saw you approach and then one scurried off on all limbs. The other just stood there and watched you for a bit before making a motion with a hand that told you to come closer to him. 

You followed his request and walked over towards the dreg, who didn’t seem to mind your slow pace. When you were close enough to hear, he spoke.

“Eido. Light mesh-ene.” He said, really trying to pronounce the non-eliskni words with attention and care. You realized what he was trying to tell you even before he tried to use your language, Eido had fixed your ghost! He was okay! You were so overfilled with joy that you had a hard time sitting still while waiting for the other eliskni guard to come back with Eido in tow. 

The two did eventually show up. Eido towered over the two dregs, but not by much, and then it dawned on you that you had never actually seen Eido in person before. She looked a lot like her father, minus his helmet and splicer gear. She wore less fur than him and instead had the house of light’s colors crisscrossing all over her armor. 

“I hope you rested well. I am truly sorry that you were injured on your last mission, but those eliskni will be forever grateful.” She told you, her voice just as sweet and warm as it had been on the recordings she left around the Botza District. 

You nodded in agreement. “They’re safe, that’s all that mattered to me.” You confessed. 

She chuckled softly. “Speaking of which,” she started, and Ghost came fluttering out from behind her. “For all that you’ve done for us, I did what I could.” She finished. Ghost came zipping towards you and you held out your hands. He found his way to your cupped hands and nestled into them lovingly. You could feel tears start to well in your eyes and you weren’t sure if they were tears of happiness or guilt. 

Ghost looked mostly intact, his light was back to a strong bright blue and now the part of his shell that had been missing was carefully wielded over and patched with a type of metal you had seen before on fallen-esc weapons. A small sash of green cloth was draped over him, a small section of it emblazoned with the house of light regalia. You ran your fingers over the new piece of metal, looking down at him pitifully. But you inhaled sharply and gathered your words, stopping the tears that wanted to force themselves to fall. 

“Thank you. Oh, thank you so much. I thought...I thought I was gonna lose him.” You told Eido. 

“It was the least I could do.” She replied. “I know it’s not as good of a job as someone in the city could’ve done, but I hope it’s sufficient enough.” 

“It’s perfect.” You said in a soft voice, gently running the green cloth that adorned his shell between your fingers. Ghost was loving the attention you were giving him, but when the silence was broken by loud, but soft, footsteps, Ghost took it upon himself to disappear. He was gone from sight but you could still feel his energized Light nearby. 

The footsteps had ended up belonging to Mithrax, who had also heard from wandering voices that you were up and walking around. When his tall figure entered the room the remaining dregs and vandals exited out of a sign of curtsy for the three of you, leaving you alone to talk in private. 

“I hope Eido’s work was sufficient enough to keep your Ghost up and running,” Mithrax said to you and then turned to his daughter. “If you wouldn’t mind, Eido, I would like to debrief the guardian of their next mission alone.” He said to her. Eido looked like she wanted to say something, but ended up just nodding her head in response and left towards the back of the camp. 

“Another mission already?” You asked. You knew Mithrax had to be joking, he knew as well as you did that you could barely move right now, let alone fight against the enemy.

“You know you move around a lot when you’re asleep.” He said as if you hadn’t even asked about the previously mentioned topic. He leaned against a nearby support beam, crossing both sets of arms across his chest. You were small compared to his towering form, and his statement made you feel even smaller. You could feel your face start to heat up and you weren’t sure what to say. 

“What um...what did I do?” You choked out like a child who had been caught doing something they weren’t supposed to be doing. 

“Well,” he started, shifting his weight between legs. “You started shaking at first, and your fingers twitched.” He explained. Others had told you before that you did such things right before you woke up screaming from a nightmare, but you didn’t remember any nightmares from the night before. Mithrax continued.

“You seemed like you were in pain, a type of pain I see many a time amongst the younger children. But then your hand fell into one of mine, and you seemed to calm down.” He told you. You were a little embarrassed, to say the least. You hadn’t meant to be so clingy, but what with the vex and the way they charged at you, and the way you had had to practically jump between an eliskni hatchling and a blast from a minotaur, and the damage your ghost had taken when the vex aimed for him while he was trying to heal you, you were rightfully a little rattled and scared. You started to speak, you wanted to apologize, give a reason for your actions, but Mithrax beat you to it.

“If having company around helps you sleep better at night then you are welcome back here anytime.” He said. You couldn’t see his face, but you had a feeling he was smiling, his voice had that ring to it. 

“I think I’d like that.” You said, smiling as well. Truth be told you knew he was right. You never seemed to have nightmares when someone else you trusted was near you when you were asleep, and it made you breathe easier knowing that Mithrax didn’t seem to mind. With a content sigh, he pushed himself off of the beam he was leaning on and walked towards you. Maybe you weren’t paying attention, or maybe it just happened too fast, but you now found yourself wrapped up in all four of Mithrax’s arms, pulled into his warm embrace. 

“We have only taken up residence here for a short while, and you have already shown us extreme amounts of kindness and generosity. Allow me to return the favor any way I can.” He told you, and you responded by practically melting into his hug, breathing in the scent that you had come to love from the night before. That comforting smell of musty gun oil and electrifyingly sweet ether.

[misraaksboywife]

In The Traveler’s Light

Prequel type fanfiction about my Hunter OC and Misraaks, leading up to Beyond Light and all its seasons.  Nonbinary Exo Guardian X Misraaks, some canon divergence and headcanons involved.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/33175519

[dein0nychus]

vitrek likes to embellish their tales of battle

[saprophetic]

wake up besties i finally finished chapter 2

[rhulkamania]

I posted 697 times in 2021

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For every post I created, I reblogged 57.1 posts.

I added 546 tags in 2021

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Longest Tag: 140 characters

#a lot of the content surrounding them rn is extremely uncomfortable for me but i do look forward to saint snogging osiris when he comes back

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#5

and you KNOW I hung out with my main man. if he’s there, so am I. override who? I’m just having a chat with my bestie.......... 😭

6 notes • Posted 2021-08-11 17:32:35 GMT

#4

didn’t wanna latch onto @knifesexual-vampire​’s post, so here’s the ladies’ version of the objectively best boys destiny mood post

I don’t know how to put them next to each other I’m sorry I’m bad at tumblr

15 notes • Posted 2021-04-07 20:57:34 GMT

#3

the season finale involves Saint establishing a himbo support group ❤🙏

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(Transcription: the image is a snippet of a lore entry that reads: “Vell-ahsk,” Saint manages. Mithrax chatters. “Velask, Saint.” End transcription.)

34 notes • Posted 2021-08-31 23:07:59 GMT

#2

happy valentine’s day, the extremely good and canon ship that is Banshee x Cayde-6 is doing very well thank you very much

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(transcription: the image is a screenshot of a lore entry that reads: “There! A tiny inscription on the trigger pin. Almost imperceptible, even to his digital eyes. He examined the pin through his loupe. The mark read “B-44.4.C-6″. Seemed like a part number. Guess he’d never know who crafted it.” /end transcription)

36 notes • Posted 2021-02-14 22:17:50 GMT

#1

this is literally the exact kind of lore I’ve been hoping and asking for this entire time. something that acknowledges and portrays Shaxx as more than just a funny-haha-man, but as a character with serious depth and serious baggage.

already absolutely loving this season in spite of the onslaught of disgusting honeydew

417 notes • Posted 2021-05-11 20:01:14 GMT

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um hai i started playing destiny 2 again and i want to know how you feel about saint 14 (sorry if you don't play anymore :X)

noo i love talking about destiny! it’s a really conflicting time for his character. i really like this seasons writing and i’m glad they’re finally acknowledging all the pretty horrible things guardians have done, especially guardians we have viewed as sort of pillars of humanity. i really WANT him to make peace with the house of light but it’s really hard to not feel a bit... uneasy about him after the cutscene this week. mithrax is one of my favorite characters and while he’s a bit naive and idealistic i think he might be able to get through to saint and Fix him. Also I think his marriage is possibly in turmoil

[the-light-finds-its-way]

Velliks Lightkin

Guardians name: Velliks Lightkin, formerly Harn Amrok

Age: Unknown

Race: Eliksni, formerly Awoken

Call signs/alias: The Waking Eliksni, Ahamkara-born, Wishborn

Pronouns: He/him

Class: Warlock

Preferred subclass(es): Ark, Stasis

Ghost’s name: Teka

Their Vanguard: Zavala, Ikora, Cayde-6

Fireteam name: Harbingers of Destiny

Fireteam teammates: Magnus, Dominus Ghaul, Anthem-99, Velliks, Gadrax, Kahun

Favorite legendary weapon: Steelfeather Repeater

Favorite exotic weapon: Thorn

Favorite exotic armor: Claws of Ahamkara

Favorite ornament armor set: Lightkin set

Favorite weapon ornament: Book of the Dead

What stats do they focus on: Recovery, Mobility

Are they offense, defence, or support: Support

Do they prefer being close, mid, or long range: Mid-range

Do they lean more “Element of Surprise” or “Upfront and Aggressive”: Upfront and aggressive

Strikes, Gambit, or Crucible: Strike

Who was their mentor(if they had one. If it is a character you created, tell us about them!): Mithrax

Who are they mentoring(if they are. If it is a character you created, tell us about them!): Nobody at the moment. Velliks is a young Lightbearer, and thus, is too inexperienced to train anybody.

What ship do they have: Kabr’s Glass Aegis

What is their Sparrow: Micro Mini

Favorite Ghost shell: Orbweaver shell

Favorite shader: Byzantium Lotus

Favorite color: Purple and green (they’re tied)

Favorite food: Ether

Favorite piece of Pre-Collapse tech(if they’ve seen any): None. Velliks wasn’t born before the Great Collapse.

Favorite Pre-Collapse music(if they’ve heard any): N/A

Favorite place in The Last City(if it’s a place you created, give a little description!): The Eliksni Quarter

Favorite NPC(s): Mithrax, Zavala, Ikora, Cayde, Osiris, Eris Morn, Elsie Bray

Favorite patrol location: Anywhere in the EDZ

5 things your Guardian likes(can be anything): Ether, Eliksni, snuggling, being Eliksni, fighting the good fight

Least favorite food: Salmon

Least favorite shader: Nessus Mirage

Least favorite patrol location: Anywhere on Europa, as the whole planet almost caused the downfall of his entire species.

Least favorite Pre-Collapse tech(if they’ve seen any): N/A

Least favorite NPC(s): Eramis

Least favorite weapon ornament: Coup de Main

Least favorite ornament armor set: Moonfang X-7

Least favorite legendary weapon: Calus Mini Tool

Least favorite exotic weapon: Bastion

Least favorite exotic armor: Verity’s Brow

5 things your Guardian dislikes(this can be anything): Eliksni haters, cowards, the House of Salvation, anyone or anything malicious, broken trust

Your Guardian has to rest. What is their living space like: A small house, with a living room, bedroom, bathroom, and a room for the servitor and materials for it to convert into Ether. The overall place is beautiful, modern, and neatly-kept.

Does your Guardian have any casual wear?(Y'all remember Polyvore? The website URSTYLE works very similar if that helps!): Velliks is actually the only Guardian I have without a casual style. He insists on wearing his House Light clothes as his everyday clothes.

What hobbies and/or skills does you Guardian have: Gadrax hasn’t discovered any hobbies yet, but he’s skilled in healing the wounded, more so than many other Warlocks.

What would your Guardian’s lore book be called: Wishborn

Where was your Guardian reborn?(If you created the location, give us a little description!): Somewhere in an abandoned part of The Tangled Shore, a place without name or purpose to anyone.

What were they wearing when they were reborn: Tattered Awoken Corsair clothes.

What was their reaction to being reborn: Confusion

What was their reaction to their first rez: Amazement and laughter. Velliks felt invincible entirely.

After being reborn, did they meet friendlies first or hostiles: Friendlies. The first people he met were the House of Light, and specifically, Mithrax.

Who was the first other Guardian they met?(Same thing! If you made them, give a little description!): Osiris

Did your Guardian get reborn with, or find, any indication of their past life? If so what do they have/found: Velliks’s only indication of his past life was the Corsair clothes. Beyond that, he knew and still knows nothing about who he was, other than that he was clearly Reefborn.

How did your Guardian get their name(if they didn’t rez with past life momentos): After spending months helping House Light, the Eliksni saw the Warlock felt alone without a name. One day, an Eliksni called him “kir-Velliks”, or “strong Velliks”, as he was seen as a strong commander of the House. Thus, he took on the name Velliks, and became a commander within his House.

Going back to your Guardian’s lore book, what would be some some quotes or passages from their book: “A Wish, a Wish for my sake, but at the cost of how many others’?” “Worry not about what will happen to those who wish to help you. They’ve taken the desire you hold, and shared it. Let them rejoice as you shall in your success. Let them help.”

Does your Guardian have a significant other: Nope

Did your Guardian go explore first before going to The Last City? If so, where to: Velliks explored wherever the House of Light went before they finally arrived in The Last City.

What was their reaction to first seeing The Last City: Awe and wonder. It was everything he was told it’d be. Velliks assumed he was on his way to discover it when he’d escaped the Reef, and finally seeing The Last City with his own eyes gave the Eliksni a sense of accomplishment and wholeness.

Is your Guardian a part of a clan: Mithrax’s House of Light

Does your Guardian’s clan have a back story? If so, what is it?(if you want to or able to share): N/A

If your Guardian would have a quote as a flavor text for a weapon and/or piece of armor, what would they be: “A Wish, o Eliksni mine.” “What lovely gloves you’ll make, o Granter mine.”

If your Guardian has had any interactions with any civilians (The Last City/The Farm), Eliksni, Cabal, Vex, Hive, Taken, Scorn, Rouge Lightbearers, or Iron Lords/War Lords(if your Guardian is an Old Light) tell us about it!: Velliks was found upon first revival by the Eliksni of House Light. From there, Velliks began to take on Eliksni habits, lifestyle, personality, everything, and tried to be as much like them as he could, even going so far as mimicking chittering sounds and whatnot. He insisted on speaking Eliksni more than English, and being as much like an Eliksni as he could be.

Does your Guardian have any unconventional allies or connections(By Vanguard standards): Nope, not as of yet

How does your Guardian feel about themselves or others using Stasis: Velliks trusts Stasis entirely, as it was the only way he could stop Eramis from destroying his kind. He knows for a fact that Stasis can be wielded without corrupting the user. Himself and Elsie are proof of this.

Did they run The Last Wish raid? How did they react to seeing a live Ahamkara a.k.a Riven: N/A

Did they run The Deep Stone Crypt raid? How did they react to the Crypt and seeing Exo Eliskni: N/A

Is your Guardian from D1? How did they react to seeing Taniks alive once again: N/A

Where did they go and what did they do during The Red War: Velliks wasn’t revived before the Red War, so he doesn’t remember what he was doing during that time. He assumes, based on how he was revived, he’d been attempting to flee the Reef, however.

Here are some characters that are either polarizing or have created a strong enough mass emotion within the community. What opinion does your Guardian hold on each of them(These are only a handful of characters!)>>>

Osiris, First Warlock Vanguard, originally exiled: Trustworthy, a great teacher, and his ally.

Eris Morn, Bane of the Swarm: He feels bad for Eris, but also admires her DEEPLY! Velliks aspires to be as persistent and driven as Eris, though he’s unaware of just how driven she can be, and how that has proven dangerous.

Cayde-6, Sixth Hunter Vanguard: An interesting guy. Velliks didn’t meet him until after the events of Forsaken and when the Traveler brought him back in my canon, so Velliks is unaware of what the Vanguard has gone through.

Ikora Rey, Second Warlock Vanguard: A deeply dear friend, and his greatest teacher. Velliks has learned everything about being a Warlock from Ikora, and appreciates her, aspires to be as skilled in wielding the Light as she is, and hopes to live up to her name as her student.

Commander Zavala, Second Titan Vanguard: A hesitant ally, but an ally nonetheless. Velliks places his trust wholeheartedly in the man, but the question arises of whether or not Zavala returns it. That remains to be seen, and hoped for.

Saint-14, legendary Titan, First Titan Vanguard: Velliks doesn’t trust him. He wants to, he hopes to, but Saint has been pinned up as an enemy and slaughterer of his kind, and thus, he hesitates to go anywhere near Saint.

Lord Saladin, Iron Banner handler, One of the last remaining Iron Lords: Velliks doesn’t see anything bad about the man, other than his sternness. He’s unaware of what the man has done.

Lord Shaxx, Crucible handler, Hero of Twilight Gap, living megaphone: Noisy, eardrum-shattering man, but kind and loving and supportive. He likes Velliks, and Velliks likes him in turn! They get along amazingly!

The Crow, New Light, Ex-Enforcer to The Spider: A brother, a friend, someone to trust entirely. He’s a part of the House of Light, and must be treated as such.

The Spider, The Shore’s Only Law, founder of “House” Spider: Don’t trust him at any costs. Velliks hasn’t met Spider, but he also hopes he never does.

Uldren Sov, Prince of the Reef, Master of Crows: Velliks never met Uldren, so he has no opinion on him.

Mara Sov, Queen of the Reef, Queen of the Awoken, Ex-Kell of Wolves: A misguided woman who let the Darkness take her and control her.

Variks, the Loyal, founder of House Judgement: An ally and someone who must be protected. Variks is trustworthy and, although mistaken, everyone makes mistakes, and thus, Velliks forgives him.

Mithrax, the Forsaken, Kell of Light, founder of House Light: A father to Velliks, his hero and savior. Mithrax treats Velliks like a son in return.

The Exo Stranger/Elizabeth “Elsie” Bray, Granddaughter of Clovis I and Sister to Ana Bray: A great ally, and teacher in using Stasis. She can and must be trusted, and if he can help ease the burden of teaching other Guardians to use Stasis all alone by doing the same and spreading knowledge of its benefits, he will do that for her sake.

Eramis, of House Salvation, Kell of Darkness: Killer, evil witch, someone who Velliks was glad to eliminate personally. He can’t stand to look at or think about Eramis. She threatened all his kind, and that’s unforgivable.

Empress Caiatl of the Cabal Imperial Empire: Although she’s Cabal, Velliks trusts her. He believes in unconventional alliances, considering he’s Eliksni and a Guardian. Velliks seeks to speak with Caiatl and become a good friend of hers at some point.

Taniks the Scarred, the Perfected, the Abomination, the Shadow Thief: N/A

The Darkness is fast approaching. How is your Guardian handling it: Velliks is scared, but he’s ready to fight. He will give his life fighting the Darkness’s evil if he must do so. And he’s ready for that day, whenever it may come.

And finally, does your Guardian have any advice for any New Lights: “Follow your heart. Only there does the Light guide you. Nowhere else inside.”

[ars0nism]

basically up to the introduction of the witch queen b c then my best friend started texting back and im not sure hed want me showing our conversation online but im crying

1. my dads birthday is september 22nd.

2. my sister really came into my room asking me why i was being so loud

3. eramis was part of zero hour wasnt she???? my best friend gives 0 fucks about lore so i kept it at female fallen leader but i just. i want mithrax back.

4. e x o l o r e (he didnt care but im ho nestly so excited)

5. i. have a 100k+ fic series that i use for exploring tropes & dynamics and there are two guardians who are pretty entwined with darkness so im really curious as to how this plays out tbh

6. i mean fuck yea. new damage type. maybe ill finally like my titan again lmao

7. as i said. mithrax. i want him back

8. its so funny because the last time i heard his voice was when i was watching d1 cutscenes. but i also watched him die for the 4th time two weeks ago so that

9 & 10. i had honest to god tears in my eyes. i was so excited and with so much emotion it wasnt difficult to just promptly start crying over cayde

11. look im a lesbian hunter simping for female monsters in this game is all i do

[soft-butch-cassidy]

weird that the fallen don’t have k, x, or z letters, esp considering a lot of their names and words use those letters. mithrax, variks, skolas, aksis, taniks, thaviks, for various names. their word for guardians is “zer” (tr. Gifted), which has a z. even the name of their people--eliksni--has a k. so unless this isn’t accurate? i wanna know about the fallen’s language conventions and rules. are the symbols really 1 for 1 as a phonographic language, or is it a more logographic written language? it would make sense for it to be more logographic, i think, what with the importance of symbols to the fallen. 

[ao3feed-voltronlegendarydefender]

Reign of Shadows: Season 1

read it on the AO3 at Reign of Shadows: Season 1

by Xandyflare

The universe is made up of so many pieces. There's the infinite light and infinite dark on either side. In between are the endless timelines, watched over by the vigilant chrono angels.

However, the balance of the universe has been upset by the darkness of the Umbra Mondo. The chrono angel Carla plans to right the wrongs by doing something no chrono angel has done before in centuries: make a timeline immune and gather its inhabitants to fight back.

This is the Alliance's timeline, and this is their story.

Words: 3410, Chapters: 1/16, Language: English

Series: Part 4 of Reign of Shadows

Fandoms: Destiny (Video Games), Rockman X | Mega Man X, Voltron: Legendary Defender, Fire Emblem Series, AdventureQuest Worlds

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: Multi

Characters: Original Characters, Carla (Reign of Shadows), Lucy-1 (Reign of Shadows), Ikora Rey, Zavala (Destiny), Shaxx (Destiny), Ghost Echo (Reign of Shadows), Talli (Reign of Shadows), Takumi (Fire Emblem), Dynamo (Rockman), Artix von Krieger, Eirika (Fire Emblem), Pidge | Katie Holt, Cedar (Rockman), Queen Vuruma (Reign of Shadows), Darius | Darios mentioned, Zion | Rowan, Sakura (Fire Emblem) mentioned, Ryoma (Fire Emblem) mentioned, Hinoka (Fire Emblem), Amanda Holliday, Axl (Rockman), Lumine (Rockman), Gefangene (Reign of Shadows), Hunk (Voltron), Riviera | Libra, Mint (Reign of Shadows), Nono | Nowi, Viaur | Virion, Spider (Rockman), Kurami (Reign of Shadows) mentioned, Kana (Fire Emblem), Elizabeth (Reign of Shadows), My Unit | Kamui | Corrin, Theodore (Reign of Shadows), Eagle-12 (Reign of Shadows), Jadir (Reign of Shadows), Shiro (Voltron), Chrom (Fire Emblem), Mirage (Reign of Shadows), Fox (Reign of Shadows), Lucina (Fire Emblem), Robina the Hood, Seraphina (Reign of Shadows), The Shadow Queen (Reign of Shadows), Sigma (Rockman), Echo (Reign of Shadows), Madelyn (Reign of Shadows), Keith (Voltron), Uldren Sov, Pulled Pork (Destiny), Petra Venj, Allura (Voltron), Mithrax (Destiny), Drakath, Andal Brask

Relationships: Leon | Leo/Takumi, Cayde-6/Female Guardian (Destiny), Cayde-6/Guardian (Destiny), Cayde-6 (Destiny)/Original Female Character(s), Lumine (Rockman)/My Unit | Kamui | Corrin, Zion | Rowan/Carla (Reign of Shadows), Lucina/X (Rockman), Echo (Reign of Shadows)/Madelyn (Reign of Shadows)

Additional Tags: Otherworlder War, Alliance-Umbra War, Light and dark philosophy, Morality, Chrono angel (Reign of Shadows), Umbrati (Reign of Shadows), Luxonia (Reign of Shadows), The Alliance (Reign of Shadows)

read it on the AO3 at Reign of Shadows: Season 1

[seigephoenix]

Today on Fic Recs, we visit the Destiny fandom!  It's pretty small as far as fic writing goes.  At least the ones I read.

Destiny

@slumberblues

Ships: many

Tumblr Link: http://slumberblues.tumblr.com/post/168663370561/fanfics

Me Rambling: Swany’s monster smut is awesome!  All her smut is awesome.  I couldn’t pick just one story so here is her master fic post!  

@dngrs-untld-hrshps-unnmbrd

Ship: Mithrax x Female Guardian

Rating: Explicit

AO3 Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/12169287

Me Rambling: I chose Mithrax’s story cause I love them, but Rhi has so many other stories you should check out.  Exploring the possibility of a ‘redeemed’ eliksni or hell, just one that doesn’t shoot first is awesome!  Her Shiro x Andara drabbles are the best.  Go read.

@myssthyss and @amara-the-average-hunter

Ship: MyssMara

Authors: Unholymuffins, MyssThyss

https://archiveofourown.org/works/14297763

Me Rambling: The two girls are adorable.  I love reading about them so much.  It’s got a lot of chapters but it’s well worth the read!

@littleshebear

Ship: A lot!

http://littleshebear.tumblr.com/post/172088748163/destiny-fanfiction-masterpost-just-to-keep-things

Me Rambling: Bear just has a way of telling a story that draws you in.  Her SteelPoncho writings are amazing.  She is so talented at writing Zavala.  

@crazy-bone-lady

Ship: mostly Cayde-6 x Female Guardian (Nevia), Osiris x Female Guardian (Aine), Saladin x Female Guardian (Aine).

https://archiveofourown.org/works/14293695

Me Rambling: I love Jules’ writing!  She has a way of getting the emotions just right that it hits me right in the feels.  Reading her stuff always puts a smile on my face.  I love it.  She’s also such a supportive friend when I really needed it!

[dngrs-untld-hrshps-unnmbrd]

The Raven and the Hawk, Part 6

Osiris x female guardian | drama | NSFW | vanilla-ish | no one even dies while doing it | is it even RavenHawk without the death-smut | let’s see shall we | swearing

Cresora deals with the fallout from Osiris’ actions and none of us are surprised by that even a little bit, are we Osiris

I’m bringing my other OCs into this chapter because Cresora is going to need some backup. Roll call! Piax is my blue-haired human Titan, good-natured, muddy and tomboyish; dating Zavala. Andara’s my resting-bitch-face Awoken Warlock with a mute Ghost; dating Shiro-4 when he’s around but mostly they just use each other for target practice. And Mercy—you all know Mercy, right? Mouthy Hunter. Arcstripper. Likes big, growly aliens; boffing Mithrax the Forsaken and is pretty fond of him too.

We’re going to go back in time for the first scene, to just after the Red War and before the events of Curse of Osiris. Then the chronology will continue from the end of Part Five, when you-know-who comes through the Vex gate on the Dreadnaught.

Part One | Part Two | Part Three | Part Four | Part Five

 The Tower, post-Red War

Cresora made it out of Ikora’s quarters without crying, but only just. She stood by the shuttered ramen shop in the thin dawn light, wiping her eyes. What a mess. She’d compromised not only her mission but herself as well, and for nothing. How could she even begin to put things right?

How am I going to stop feeling so disgusted with myself and the things I did?

“Hey.”

Another Awoken Warlock with lop-sided purple hair was looking at her and scowling. “Did Ikora bawl you out? That sucks.”

Cresora looked around the deserted Bazaar, searching for an excuse to leave.

“Are you new? I haven’t seen you before. I’m—I’m Andara.” Andara scowled deeper as if she’d I’m angry instead of I’m Andara.

Cresora was about to say something about having to go when a breathless, blue-haired Titan appeared next to the Warlock. “There you are. Where’s Mercy?”

“I don’t know. I was just talking to this new Warlock because she was crying.”

The Titan beamed at her friend. “You were? All on your own? Andara, I’m so proud of you.”

Andara rolled her eyes. “Give it a bone, would you.” To Cresora she said, “Piax doesn’t think I have any social skills. Who are you, anyway?”

“Andara. Oh look, there’s Mercy.”

All three women turned to look at a Hunter sauntering across the Bazaar to join them. She was dressed in form-fitting silver and black gear and had a long, purple House of Dusk cloak draped around her shoulders.

Andara wrinkled her nose. “Do you have to wear that? It’s like a target on your back if we meet other Guardians in the field.”

“I know,” the Hunter said mournfully, pulling the fabric out to examine it. “It getting so many bullet holes in it. But why shouldn’t I wear it? Shiro wears Fallen banners.”

“Stitched together from the dozens of Fallen he’s murdered, not fu—”

Piax cleared her throat.

“Hey, new girl.” Mercy said to Cresora, before turning to Piax. “Did you hear about Osiris?”

Cresora thought she saw Andara stiffen, and Piax slid her friend a look. “What about him?”

“There’s a rumour he’s trapped in some Vex simulation without his Ghost.”

“Good,” muttered Andara.

“Oh? Have you met him?” Mercy asked.

They were all talking as if they’d known Cresora forever and she was part of their Fireteam. It was weird. How was she going to get away?

Andara was still scowling, so Piax provided, “Not exactly. Not that she can remember. It’s complicated. I never met him either, of course, because I’m such a baby. Have you met him?”

“Oh, yeah. Back when he was Vanguard Commander. Sent me and my Fireteam off to Mercury chasing some Vex mind.”

“What was he like?”

“Big. Impatient. Such a poser, but kind of sexy in this grizzled old man way. Almost said Yes, daddy instead of Yes, sir when he finished his briefing.”

Andara mimed gagging.

Mercy gave her a lazy grin. “You’re such a prude.”

“And you’ll fuck anyth—“

Piaxed clapped her hands. “All right, time to go. Lord Saladin is expecting us.” She turned to Cresora. “You’re welcome to join us if you like. We’re not running priority missions. Have you got your own Fireteam yet?”

But Cresora was backing away, muttering vague excuses, and she turned and hurried toward the hanger. The last thing she needed was to be around people right now. And she had her mission: patrol Mercury. Ikora hadn’t given her a reason for her assignment. Now, thanks to these Guardians, she knew why Mercury was suddenly a priority.

The Tower, Present day

A brisk wind blew rose petals around the Plaza. Zavala looked at Piax and smiled. There were more rose petals in her hair and her face was grimy with sweat and dust. “Hello, sweetheart. I hear you two won every Crimson doubles match you entered.”

The taller Titan grinned. “Yep, every match. Andara had some frustrations to work out.” She nibbled on her lip, thoughtful. “Are you sure she can’t know where Shiro is? It doesn’t seem right. It would break my heart if it was you.”

Zavala shook his head. “It’s not up to me. The Consensus decided and he agreed. It won’t be forever, if that’s any comfort to Andara.”

“I know,” Piax said gloomily. “It’s just that—”

She broke off as a strange grinding sound filled the air. There was an explosion of silver light, and then a triangular Vex portal appeared just a few feet from where there were standing. What the hell? She pulled her rifle from her back and braced for gunfire.

Zavala called across to the gunsmith. “Banshee.”

The Exo, understanding immediately, threw an auto rifle across the thirty foot gap and Zavala caught it, checked the clip and aimed it at the portal. A dozen more Guardians came running, pulling the weapons from their back and standing in an attack formation before the glowing portal.

A few tense seconds passed, and then a large figure stepped through cradling a dirty bundle in his arms. It wasn’t moving. The figure looked around at the two dozen weapons pointed at his head and in an angry, accented voice ordered, “Stand down.”

The Guardians didn’t move, but the unknown man ignored them and laid his bundle out on the concrete.

Piax saw it was a young woman and her face was a terrible grey and her eyes were closed. “I know her. She’s a Warlock. He looks like a Warlock, too.”

“He is,” Zavala muttered, stepping forward. “Stand down, all of you. Osiris?”

Piax felt her eyebrows shoot up. So this was the Osiris she’d heard so much about. The Guardians followed their Vanguard leader’s order and lowered their guns.

The exiled Warlock’s voice was husky with emotion. “Her Ghost. Ikora has it.” A spiky golden Ghost whirred by his shoulder. [I’ll find Ikora. Stay with her.]

Zavala pointed to his left. “That way, Sagira. Down in the bazaar.” He watched the Ghost race off, angry about the Vex portal that had appeared in the middle of the Tower, though it did seem like it was an emergency. He stood over Osiris, his jaw clenched.

Piax put a hand on the barrel of his gun, gently pushing it down. He hadn’t realized he’d still been aiming at the former Vanguard Commander.

Osiris was picking at the mess of ruined robes and black, slimy blood and gore covering the Warlock’s midsection. He was muttering under his breath and though she couldn’t understand the strange words he sounded bleak and angry.

A minute passed, and Osiris looked up wildly at the circle of people around him. His gaze fixed on Zavala and he yanked his bandana down. “Laazazel! Where is her Ghost?”

No one replied, and he pulled the Warlock into his arms and began speaking in a low, cracked whisper. It sounded like some sort of chant. The breeze scattered them with pink and red rose petals as black blood seeped over the ground.

Andara had appeared by Piax’s side and she said softly, “Why is he saying that? It’s from The Thanatonaut’s Lullaby.”

“Is it? I think it’s because she’s dying. No Ghost.”

“Fuck.”

“Yeah. Come on. We should move back.”

The two women drew back to the Cryptarch’s tent and watched Osiris and the girl on the ground, Zavala standing a few feet away. The minutes ticked by and the unconscious girl didn’t move. It didn’t even seem like she was breathing.

Then, finally, the golden Ghost reappeared, another at its side.

[Osiris! I found him. Cresora’s Ghost. Is she still alive?]

Cresora opened her eyes and saw Osiris slumped in a chair, fist pressed against his temple and his eyes closed.

Her throat was dry but she managed to say, in a cracked whisper. “Hey, big bird.”

He sat up with a sharp intake of breath, blinking to clear his eyes. “Cresora.” He came across to the bed and gripped her hand, cursing or saying endearments, she couldn’t tell which.

She vaguely remembered waking up on the ground in the Tower, Osiris holding her. That Titan woman had helped her into bed. Piax. That was her name. And this was her flat. She’d been so out of it after her Ghost revival, full of Hive poison and completely exhausted from days staying awake. Trying to stay alive.

And miraculously, she was. She pulled Osiris down against her. “You found me,” she whispered between kisses. “You found me.” She ran her tongue over his lower lip and sucked it gently into her mouth, her strength pouring back as she felt his Light humming against hers.

His voice was rough as he broke the kiss. “I shouldn’t have let you go alone. You could have died. You wanted to die, didn’t you? Cresora, I’m not going to let you do anything like that ever again.”

She smiled, his beard bristles rough against her lips. “That’s not up to you.”

“It will be, little bird. I’ll find a way. Don’t think I’m too proud bring Ikora into this.”

Cresora kissed him again, arching against him, and he groaned and wrapped his arms tightly around her, feeling her body through the thin nightshirt, rucking it up to her waist. His thumbs rubbed over her ribs and she gasped against his mouth. He pushed the shirt up further, and her underwear down her legs, kissing her all over with hungry, open-mouthed kisses while she did her best to remove his complicated robes.

“I’ve missed you,” she breathed, her eyes closed as he sucked one of her nipples into his mouth. “You heard me, didn’t you? Saying your name. I was dying and you followed the sound of my voice.”

He sat up and pulled his robes off and sank back down to her. He had her spread open beneath him and when he felt her slipperiness against his fingers he was too impatient to wait. He took himself in his hand, the blunt tip of his cock sliding down her sex. She put her hand over his, guiding him in, and pulled him closer with a cry as he sank into her.

“I mean it,” he growled as he thrust into her, barely remembering what he did mean, only that he meant this, what he was doing, very much. He wanted her here, beneath him, with her small body wrapped tightly around him, hot and tight and his. Where he could see her. Where he knew she was safe.

He pushed her thighs up to her shoulders and bore down heavily, needing to drive himself deeper. Pleasure-pain flickered over her face and her nails dug into his shoulders. “Am I hurting you?” he asked, easing up a little.

“Yes. Please don’t stop.” She breathed hard in time with his thrusts, open mouthed, watching him. She took him all the way to the hilt, over and over, her golden eyes darkening and becoming unfocused but never looking away from his face. He didn’t really believe yet that he had her back, that after weeks of despair, she was here, hot and vital and alive beneath him. They’d barely had any time together but he was hungry for more of her. Her cleverness. Her soft, yielding body. That dense black expanse of her visions that lived inside her, unexplored. But that would come later. He didn’t want her dying now. It was too painful a thought, not when she’d nearly died her last death in his arms. He’d whispered the lullaby to ease her passing, his voice thick in his throat, needing to make it easier in any way he could. Not knowing if she was already gone.

She licked her fingers and reached down between them, rubbing on her clit. He was fascinated by the delicate movements of her hand, that tiny spot that caused such pleasure with the smallest of touches alongside his long, rough thrusts. Sweet little bird. Her skin glowing. Her eyes bright and golden.

He felt her tightening around him, crying out in harsh, urgent sounds, and then her head fell back and she clamped down on his cock, her body arching against his. Fuck, she was so beautiful. Perfect and whole when just a short time ago she’d been rank with death. I’m the only one who gets to push her that close to the precipice, he thought, eyeing her throat in the seconds before his own climax was upon him. I’m the only one, and it should be beautiful brutality and starlight, not rank desolation. He groaned through his climax and pressed his face into the curve of her neck as she marked his back with her nails.

Breathing hard, he held her tightly, still inside her as she kissed him. She whispered, “I’m all right now. I’m all right.”

It took him a long time to let her go, to ease down next to her on the narrow bed. She still wore the nightshirt and as he smoothed it back down over her breasts he noticed a faded emblem on the pocket. “What’s that?”

“Don’t know. Maybe a Titan symbol?”

He examined it more closely and saw that it was red, black and gold. “No. It’s the Vanguard mark. Zavala’s colours—” He laughed helplessly and scrubbed a hand over is face. He’d just made love to Cresora while she was wearing one of Zavala’s old t-shirts. “And I thought today wouldn’t get any stranger.”

Cresora pulled the t-shirt out and looked down at it. “So it is. Piax must be close to him, I guess. You and Zavala aren’t friendly, are you?”

He imagined the look of distaste on Zavala’s face if he ever found out about this; remembered the way he’d been the last to lower his weapon in the Plaza earlier. “Not exactly.”

Still smiling, he caressed her cheek, pushing her black hair back from her face. “Come back to the forest with me. You need a proper rest.”

Cresora rubbed her fingers over his collarbone. Down his chest. “I’d like that. I’ll need to make another sniper rifle. Raven’s Flight is at the bottom of a pit.”

Osiris tightened his grip on her. “It doesn’t matter. I got my Raven back. Everything else is replaceable. And I meant what I said. It’s not on, trying to die because you’ve made mistakes. Death is for learning. Death is for overcoming.”

She sighed heavily. “More mistakes. Another failed mission. Maybe I do need a proper rest. Did Uldren get her out?”

Osiris hesitated.

“Osiris? You did send word to the Reef or the Prince that the Queen needs rescuing?”

He cleared his throat. “Not exactly, little bird.”

She sat up quickly, pulling away from him. “Not exactly? What does that mean? I’ve been missing for weeks.”

But he didn’t need to answer. She could tell from the look on his face that he hadn’t tried to contact anyone about the queen at all. “You didn’t do what I asked even though you thought I was dead.”

He pushed himself up on the bed, brown eyes flashing. “Yes. I thought you were dead. That was all I could think about. I didn’t give a damn about the Queen of the Reef and I still don’t.”

The Queen was still on the Dreadnaught, writhing in pain. Being tortured. He’d seen that for himself and he’d left her there. He’d gone against Cresora’s wishes—her last wishes. Who does that? Who even is he?

If I’d died no one would ever have known where the Queen was.

She reached down beside the bed and hurled his robes at him. “Get out.”

Piax found Cresora in the tiny living room wearing her mended and clean robes and lacing up her boots with angry flicks of her wrists. Osiris had been there earlier but Piax couldn’t see him or hear him in the bedroom. “You okay?”

The Warlock looked up. She was petite and very striking with her golden eyes. “I need a Fireteam to do something dangerous, but important. You and those other Guardians. Mercy and Andara. Do you want in?”

It had been months since the four of them had stood together in the Bazaar. “You remember their names.”

“Yes. I have a good memory, though I’m not very good at working as a team. But I’m going to try. And I need a new sniper rifle.”

None of her Fireteam were very good at working as a team. That was what made them…special, Piax supposed. A Hunter who got up close and personal with the enemy. A Warlock with a chip on her shoulder about everyone and everything. Gruff, grumpy Lord Saladin who’d bedden on his own for a millennia. A Vanguard scout who went for months without speaking to anyone else. Herself, trying to keep them all together, all focused, and not at each others throats.

And now Cresora. Whoever she was. A small, angry mystery. “Andara’s got a few good snipers. And we’re in.”

Cresora straightened in surprise. “Really?”

Piax smiled at her. “Yes. We like dangerous and important missions very much.”

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