#Saladin x guardian

[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✨

[glorious-kt]

O Soldier Mine

Young Wolf snarled as he swung his sword against the training dummy. Anger and frustration bubbled beneath his plating as the dummy fell to the snow, burning at the edges from the Solar embedded in the sword. The Hunter swung the blade once more to cut the rest of the dummy’s base down, shoulders rising and falling with his artificial breathing.

“Your rage makes you oblivious to your surroundings.”

Young Wolf snorted, saying nothing as he turned his helmeted gaze to look at Lord Felwinter who stood in the doorway of the training grounds. The Iron Lord was still, staring him down through the ram-like helmet he wore, the soft sound of the taller Exo’s vents opening and closing being the only indication that the man was alive and not a statue. So much different than his student, Osiris. The warlock had told him nothing of what Felwinter was like besides a short few descriptions. The man was… different than Young Wolf had expected.

“You haven’t seen my rage. You’ve seen my frustration and some mild anger,” Young Wolf signed with one hand, slipping his sword back into place on his back.

“Mmm. It still distracts you,” Felwinter hummed as he stepped forward, arms crossed behind him, helmet tilted in observation.

“…….What do you want,” Young Wolf sighed and he signed his next question, turning to face the Iron Lord, very aware of the type of threat the man represented.

“A proposition for you. I’ll spar you, and if you win, we will leave you to your exile in this castle. If I win… you’ll come with us to learn,” Felwinter offered easily, stretching out his hands in a small gesture.

“And a draw,” Young Wolf asked, shifting on his feet, because he had an idea of how the fight would go just based on what he had been told by Osiris and Lord Saladin.

“I suppose we’ll cross that bridge when we get to it,” Felwinter answered with a very light touch of amusement on his time, a sound that was barely there but just detectable.

Young Wolf was silent. He knew it was selfish to want to ask for a single year of peace before he got to saving the system again, but a part of him desired to be selfish for just once. He didn’t want to be a soldier for someone else’s cause any longer. If beating Felwinter would grant him solace for just a bit longer then fine. He’d beat the man and move on.

“Challenge accepted, Iron Lord Felwinter,” Young Wolf said softly, voice modulator crackling static as he used his voice for the first time since making a Wish with Riven.

If Felwinter was surprised, he didn’t show it, and Young Wolf was grateful for it. The Dark Age was weird about Exo Lightbearers for some reason. For Felwinter, Young Wolf may have been his first encounter with another Risen Exo.

“Then I’ll see you at dawn in the field, Warlord,” Felwinter dipped his head in acceptance, seeming just a bit pleased.

“Guardian. Not Warlord. Never Warlord,” Young Wolf replied viper quick, causing the warlock to pause before nodding and taking his leave.

Young Wolf watched him go and sighed softly. Just a single win and he could take a break from everything. Just for a little while. It would be enough.

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Anyways I’m writing this series in snippets here and there so I don’t overwork myself since it’s a big one! Who loves time travel and YW x O14? I know I do!

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Wanna know about our YW here? Ask me!

Oh by the way @hidden-scarlet-whispers a snippet for ya

[hidden-scarlet-whispers]

I cannot stress enough the fact that I have read every published piece of o14, o14 x Guardian, o14 x Saladin, o14 x shaxx, o14 x Crow there IS on AO3 ughhhhhhgg I'm starving 😭😭

[thefangirlthatwaited]

Encounter (Chapter 169) - A Destiny Universe Story

Crow x Guardian

“ENOUGH!” I roared, my voice echoing through the cavern. The Witness chuckled but remained quiet.

“Ruby,” Stell whispered.

“I’m fine... Let’s keep going.” A few more winding corridors and we came across Crow’s Iron War Axe. I hadn’t seen this since Saladin gave it to Crow when he left with Caiatl.

“Crow believes he is resisting temptation, as do you. That material, is immaterial. Only purpose can cure his heart, and he believes his capacity for pain is that purpose. It is why he subjects himself so completely to your Traveler. This belief was taught. Conditioned into you. It can be unlearned.”

My fist collided with the stone axe, void energy radiating with my anger. “Crow would never agree to anything you offer.”

“Ruby?” My head snapped up when I heard Crow’s voice echoing from the next room.

I discovered Crow, his gaze fixed on the veiled statues, unaware of my approach. “Crow? Crow—”

He turned, holding his hand up to silence me. “Quiet. Listen.” 

I looked up at the Veiled Statue and heard unintelligible whispers.

“I’ve seen these veiled statues before. You have, too. It’s whispering something, but I can’t quite make it out.”

I went to say something, but Glint materialized out of my bag and got there first. “Stop listening to it!”

Crow glared at his ghost. “I told you to wait outside. This place is... I don’t know what kind of effect it’s going to have on you.”

“I don’t care. You don’t get to make those decisions for me. We’re supposed to be a team. Guardian and Ghost. That’s how the Traveler made us.”

Crow held out his hand and let Glint come to him. “I’m sorry.”

“Don’t ever leave me behind again. Promise.”

“I promise.” Glint disappeared into Crow’s bag before he turned to me. Stell dematerialized my helmet, and the moment Crow saw my face, he opened his arms, and I ran to him.

“Ruby,” He grunted as I ran into him at full speed. After so many months apart, being in his arms made me feel like we already won. 

“Don’t ever leave me again,” I mumbled into his chest as he held me close.

“I won’t.” Crow pulled out of the hug before kissing me. “I did tell you that you’d find me.” He teased me.

“I’m glad I did.” It felt like an eternity since we last kissed, and I wasn’t ready to pull away, but Stell appearing beside me reminded me we weren’t alone.

“Let’s set up camp outside. Cayde’s not far.”

Crow groaned and backed away from me. “Of course, he isn’t. Tell me you got the drop on him, at least?”

Stell chuckled. “You and Ruby both need better boots.”

Full Chapter on Ao3

[pmpmyread]

Last Call

A/N: Ao3 x-post, Destinytober 2023 prompt fic. Characters: Zavala, Crow, Sloane, The Drifter, Saladin Forge Summary: A light drizzle fell upon the Last City, on a very late, cold, and dreary night; the mood inside Rehnpeir’s Drunken Noodle bar was anything but. Takes place during Season of the Witch. WC: 806

A light drizzle fell upon the Last City, on a very late, cold, and dreary night; the mood inside Rehnpeir’s Drunken Noodle bar was anything but.

The establishment’s eponym stood behind the bar, pausing to take in his surroundings for the first time that night. His bar had been exceptionally crowded, almost at capacity in fact, leaving him with no time to take a breather as he single-handedly covered the evening’s shift. It was quite notable, and something he had not seen since a time preceding the Red War. Even then, such occasions usually stemmed from dire circumstances, with the bar often serving as a post-crisis congregation point, or a shelter of last resort, among other unfortunate wartime uses.

Such had been the case, many months ago, on and following that fateful day when the Witness’ fleet darkened the Last City’s skies, as he and Calus invaded Sol, capturing the Traveler on their way in. Tending a bar that was this centrally located within the last bastion of humanity afforded him some insight, a certain pulse on the community and on the sentiment dominating it, at any given time. Rehnpeir vividly recalled the somber atmosphere, that came from that day and that stuck through during subsequent weeks, as though it had just happened yesterday.  

In contrast, tonight’s ambiance, even as the threat of Xivu Arath loomed over them, was one of levity, a far cry from the mood that had loomed over the town all those months ago. At this moment, it was not a desperate, reluctant patronage but an amalgamation of elder and young, Eliksni and Cabal, Guardian and non-Guardians alike, that gathered here not by tragedy, but just to enjoy each other’s company. As tired as he was, what a privilege it had been to serve them.

Rehnpeir turned his attention to the left-hand side of the seating area, where Commander Zavala and Deputy Commander Sloane shared a booth with a couple of regulars he recognized. He himself was surprised when the Vanguard leaders turned up earlier that evening. After all, it was not every day that the Vanguard leadership came down to patronize the bar, at least not these days.

Both leaders had managed to engage in a little over an hour of deep conversation prior to the dinner time rush, after which some patrons started rushing to their table to welcome the Deputy Commander home. To them, her much-welcomed return was accompanied by a palpable glimmer of hope. On more than one occasion, Rehnpeir had even caught a rare hint of contentment on Zavala’s expression as he looked on citizens of the last bastion on earth finally engaging with members of Vanguard leadership. As the leader, Zavala likely had the herculean task of rebuilding the trust between Vanguard leadership and the Last City inhabitants, one Rehnpeir did not envy. Tonight could conceivably mark a first step in that coveted direction.

A sudden clamoring emanated from a nearby table, occupied by no other than the one they called the Drifter and by Lord Saladin.

Rehnpeir had wondered whether Saladin had lost a bet of some sort, for him to let himself be dragged into a bar, by the Drifter no less. What had started as a calm game of cards between the unlikely pair had quickly devolved into a nonsensical turn-based brouhaha, pitting mixed factions against each other, as each argued and defended varying obscure self-serving rulesets. It had all been playful banter, of course, though Rehnpeir did wonder if Saladin wasn’t taking it a bit too seriously at this moment, as he launched into an uncharacteristic tirade, defending a move he had just made as a trial lawyer from those old Golden Age legal dramas would defend their case.

“Too late to order a final drink? I realize we’re entering last call territory.”

Rehnpeir turned to glance at the source of the voice, his eyes landing on none other than the Crow. He’d been so engrossed by the scene that he’d failed to notice the Hunter who had approached the bar.

Crow’s mere presence also held a great deal of weight; it was a direct representation of rebirth, of a mix of the old and the new ways and of the many dualities that had become the reality of the habitants of the Last City.

The barman glanced at the clock that adorned the wall just above the front door. Had it really been that late? He caught sight of the intensifying rain through the exit’s window.

His eyes returned to meet Crow’s, whose head was tilted ever so slightly, awaiting his response. “Oh, what the hell," the bartender smiled, picking up a clean cup as he finally replied, "What can I get you, my friend?”

Tonight, he’d opt to extend the last call, an exceptional measure for an equally exceptional night.

[phantomwarrior12]

Caged Wolf

It isn't often they're granted a respite.

They move from one hell to another, never quite catching that peace they seek. But right now? Right now, Commander Zavala has insisted they take a breather and Empress Caiatl, surprisingly, had agreed.

But Lord Saladin? 

Her Iron Lord thinks his own quarters more like a prison than a haven. 

It's why the Young Wolf is reclining in a massive Cabal chair while she watches Saladin pace to and fro - he looks like a caged wolf. Impatient. A touch aggravated. He doesn't like being still when there's much to be done to deal with the Leviathan.

But enough is enough.

She stands from the large chair, making her way across the room to his side. Arms lock around his waist and he stiffens.

She waits and finally, his hand splays over her own.

"What is it?" His voice holds a degree of concern, a whisper of apprehension.

She squeezes, burying her face against his shoulder blade and Lord Saladin seems to understand.

He heaves a deep sigh, gently disentangling from her before he turns. His fingers hook beneath her chin, tilting it up a fraction to meet her gaze.

"I missed you, too." 

A smile slips into place; an excited, warm, sort of smile that soothes some of the worry in his eyes.

The Guardian’s hand lifts, tracing along armor to the base of his neck. Fingertips ghost over skin until her palm settles against his cheek. 

The Iron Lord leans in then, pressing a soft kiss to her lips and she is all too eager to return it. Her free arm hooks around his neck to pull him closer and both of his arms are bound around her waist, tugging her flush against him.

It's intoxicating. Consuming. Soothing.

All she can touch, all she can feel is her Iron Lord. It's been so long. Too long.

She tries to back him toward the bed and he gives her a chuckle, holding his ground. She huffs a groan of irritation but relents, fixating on the gentle trace of his fingers along her spine. 

Soft kisses give way to lingering brushes until they part to rest only their foreheads against one another.

Words should be exchanged. Something to cement the affection but his embrace is enough. His hands splayed along her back is enough. His face so close to her own, his breath intermingling with her own - this is enough.

It will always be enough. 

Because although caged, he has her.

He will always have her.

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[a-driftamongopenstars]

Hmmm...spicy Saladin fic 👀

hmmm... 👀 and spicy Saladin fic you shall have, under the cut. warning, it's h o r n y and longer than my usual ficlets; featuring m!guardian x Saladin

also on ao3

Who knew it would be so unbearably hard to remain calm in the confines of the elevator when Lord Saladin is also in it.

Hard. What a joke, the Guardian thinks to himself, feeling the growing stiffness between his legs. Perhaps, it is the rarity of sexual indulgence or, perhaps, a true attraction to someone like Lord Saladin, to Saladin himself, that stifles his breath. That fills the Guardian’s mind with swift filthy thoughts that make the situation no easier.

He wants to escape the H.E.L.M. meeting. He is already craving the isolation away from the prying eyes, just so he can get it over with. He strains his vocal cords, just so no moan might escape his throat.

Lord Saladin’s gaze brushes over him, and his cheeks flush indecent red.

“You look tense, Young Wolf.”

When he replies, his lips part dryly.

“I don’t look forward to the meeting.”

“Neither do I. Action over endless talking, that is my approach. That is how we’ve won battles.”

“Commander Zavala would disagree.”

“Perhaps,” Saladin replies, and nothing more is said.

A sudden shake of the elevator brings a much needed distraction to the Guardian. When another shake comes, Saladin tenses, looking around the room for the potential source of trouble.

With another shake, the elevator comes to a halt, and the Guardian finds himself flung against Saladin, his hands curling into his Titan mark to prevent the fall.

The light flickers and goes out almost instantly.

“Power outage,” Saladin states simply, and the Guardian finds himself in utter misery of arousal as in darkness and such proximity, Saladin’s voice crawls in every cell of his skin.

He was supposed to let go of the folds of the mark long ago, but his fingers are taut. His chest moves fast as his heart beats rapidly. It is more than a now-or-never situation. It is a breach of all unspoken rules, a step in a direction that would either be an utter disaster or a never forgotten embarrassment.

The Guardian closes his eyes, listens to the rapid heartbeat in his chest, to the quiet breathing of Lord Saladin. It feels as if hours have passed since the elevator stopped, but it must have been only seconds.

Caution thrown out of the window, anxiety stomped away by the hammering of a desirous heart, the Guardian thinks no more before finding Lord Saladin’s mouth and kissing it with fervor.

To an immense surprise and with a sense of relief, the Guardian finds his kiss reciprocated.

The fire of the Iron Lord is just as strong in the matters of love making as it is on the battlefield. His tongue coaxes the Guardian’s mouth open, and suddenly the lead is not in the Guardian’s hands. Saladin’s palms rove all over him, exploring anything that is on the surface and needs attention. The Guardian moans in the Iron Lord’s mouth as his hands grasp his backside, feel the hips and waist and tug at the folds of fabric that simply need to be done away with for everyone’s sake.

Friction, pressure, heat of bodies leaves no room for hesitation.

The Guardian pulls away from that heated mouth, panting as his fingers work the buckles and straps of the mark. Then the armor, too much of it, plates and connecting tissue. Saladin’s hands leave him with no sense of stability as those strong fingers dig into his hair and tug.

“Hurry,” Saladin whispers, and the Guardian huffs as another strap comes free from the buckle. He goes from the Iron Lord’s armor to his own, competing to have them both ready and unclad.

After a moment’s fumbling, desperate seconds later, the Guardian moans in relief as he pulls at his cock, a relieved sense of pleasure quickly replaced with needy strokes of his hand. He needs this, just a few, just to get the edge off and be ready enough to do whatever they might want to do in this brief moment of aroused madness.

“Both of us, Guardian,” Saladin urges him in a low hoarse voice, and the Guardian follows the stern suggestion with no hesitation, tugging at the fabric to free Saladin’s cock as well.

It is too much to have both in one hand, and the Guardian works them together at once with his hands, rubbing at hot skin. His limited vision swims, darkened by desire. He cannot truly see Saladin’s face, but he can imagine from that hard panting that there is dryness of hot lips and a foggy tantalized gaze.

The Guardian moves his hips slightly, finding friction all too pleasant right now, and that gets a quiet, urging response from Saladin as his hands tug on the Guardian’s hair again.

There is something so perfectly vulgar about it. The rutting of two cocks against each other, and the Guardian doing all the work. His want is muffled by the fur of Saladin’s cloak, all that is audible is the rhythmic and needy sound from the Guardian’s throat. How Saladin manages to keep it together is beyond his imagination, but he doesn’t need to. So he indulges, and ruts, and moans.

“Don’t you stop,” Saladin pants, holding the Guardian tightly in one place, so he might keep on indulging.

“Not planning to, fuck,” the Guardian retorts, pressing his hips against Saladins, so that they might feel each other more.

When energy runs high, yet the Guardian’s hips tire, he wraps his hands around their cocks again and strokes. He feels skin gather under his fingers, feels the slickness spread lightly, feels the hard veins over Saladin’s cock.

Saladin’s fingers curl into his hair, bringing his head up with pleasant tension.

“Finish,” the Iron Lord speaks, an insistent request, and the Guardian knows that neither of them can last too long. So he strokes them more, finding those unbearably hot and bothered spots, presses a thumb against Saladin’s frenulum, which sends the man spending over the Guardian’s hands.

He moans, feeling hot seed spilling between his fingers and smudging over his palms. Oncoming orgasm battles against the idea of prolonging the pleasure and simply getting down on his knees to clean Saladin off with his very mouth, but another rut, another hair tug - and it’s too late to do anything but come as well, following Saladin over that searing hot edge.

It is simply shattering. His heart pounds heavily in a tightened ribcage, and his throat feels dry from the stifled moans. His clothes are a sweat and come soaked mess, and his cock slowly softens, spent.

The Guardian’s limp body rests in Saladin’s embrace. He has not let go, not for a moment, and that surprises the Guardian. Neither hurries to make themselves look at least somewhat decent, and the Guardian works through thought after thought of what just happened, groaning quietly as post-orgasm pleasure simmers down.

“Perhaps, past this meeting, we shall reconvene at my quarters and see where that takes us,” Saladin speaks. His voice is level, and only a touch of hoarseness and odd fondness betrays the fact that he and the Guardian have just… fucked.

“That would be wise.”

Saladin tightens his titan grasp around the Guardian, and they simply breathe each other in.

Dealing with the elevator situation can wait a moment more.

[fireteam-survivor]

GUYS! IT IS THE LAST CHAPTER OF THE DARK SIDE OF LIGHT!

I know it has taken ages for me to finish this saga, but, TA-DA! It is done! I hope you enjoy it!

Thanks all! I am sure Fireteam Survivor will be back!

[bittersweetbiscotti]

Watching Crow mouth off to Saladin’s “face” Uldren-style has made things EXTREMELY awkward now for poor Lyko since she was raised by Saladin, and I am here for it. 

Lyko: You really don’t mind me dating?

Saladin, who actually really wants her to enjoy normal human things: As long as you keep your duties priority, you may do as you please. 

Lyko: Great! This is my boyfriend!

Crow: Hi, I think we’ve met. >8)

Saladin: 

[lordshaxxhandler]

It’s officially here! The return of The Burden of The Light! Please enjoy the rewritten and retelling of my own world of Destiny. I am so excited to share!

MASTER POST

Character Bio’s below

Name: Thera Wylie

Pronouns: She/Her

Eyes: Green

Hair: Dark Brown

Height: 5’10

Race: Human

Class: Lightless Civilian, Amanda’s right hand/assistant ops coordinator for the vanguard.

Love Interest: Lord Shaxx

Best friend: Amanda Holiday

Personality: Fun, outgoing, fearless, confidant, & girly.

Fun fact. Thera has an Exo arm starting from her elbow.

…

Name: Celeste

Pronouns: She/Her

Eyes: Gold/Yellow

Hair: Snow White

Height: 5’5

Race: Awoken

Class: Warlock

Ghost Name: Astral (Female)

Coms code name: Cityhawk 723

Best Friend: Ikora, Behemoth-29, Siph, & anyone willing to get to know her.

Love Interest: Lord Saladin

Personality: Kind, caring to the point of worrying about others before herself, & confident almost ignorantly. A bit pretentious.

…

Name: Behemoth-29

Pronouns: He/Him

Eyes: white

Height: 6���6

Race: Exo

Class: Hunter

Ghosts Name: Flare (Female)

Best friend: Siph & Celeste

Personality: doesn’t talk hardly at all unless necessary, Very intimidating but intentional and not, protective of his fireteam and friends, hides in the shadows and keeps to himself.

…

Name: Siph

Pronouns: He/Him

Eyes: Blue

Height: 6’0

Race: Awoken

Class: Titan

Ghosts Name: Spector (male)

Best friend: Behemoth-29

Personality: Friendly, funny but intimidating, focused to complete every mission perfectly, extremely protective of fireteam members.

…

Name: Momo-7

Pronouns: she/her

Eyes: pink

Height: 5’7

Race: Exo

Class: Hunter

Ghosts Name: Usagi (male)

Love interest: Uzec

Best friend: Sage & Usagi

Personality: fun, bubbly, kind. A crucible star, her name is well known in the community of the Last City. She has a large fan base and even does some PR for the Vanguard on occasion.

…

Name: Uzec

Pronouns: He/Him

Eyes: Orange

Height: 6’3

Race: Awoken

Class: Titan

Ghosts Name: Azami (female)

Love Interest: Momo-7

Personality: Extremely outgoing, pretentious, sees himself above others, friendly, nice, possessive and materialistic.

…

Name: Sage

Pronouns: She/Her

Eyes: Orange

Height: 5’9

Race: Awoken

Class: Warlock

Ghosts Name: Lavender

Best friend: Momo-7

Personality: Sweet, loves to study rocks, crystals and bones. She has some Ahamkara bones she likes to listen to on occasion. Finds different materials in the wilds that she believes can help heal and send you into different worlds.

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Name: Buck-2

Pronouns: He/Him

Eyes: Blue

Height: 6’0

Race: exo

Class: Titan

Ghosts Name: June Bug (female)

Good friends: June Bug, Devrim, Marc, & Hawthorn.

Personality: Friendly but intimidating, don’t touch his things, loves his animals and his homestead, prefers the rogue lightbarer life than the city life.

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(More to come…)

Check out this link to learn about these characters lore

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Lord Shaxx & his Ghost Moxie

Since the helmet always stays on, for written and story purposes. This is my idea of how Lord Shaxx could look. So, for this fic, this is Lord Shaxx, but feel free to imagine him any way you’d like. This is just my version or idea. Also since there is no cannon name, shell or personality for his ghost, I created one for better story flow. Please meet Moxie, a sassy ghost who isn’t afraid to match her Guardians energy.

[littleshebear]

Destiny Fanfiction Masterpost.

Just to keep things organised because holy hell, there’s quite a bit of it now. I’ll update with Ao3 links later once I’ve sorted through my poor, neglected Ao3 account. I’ve edited multiparts into chronological order as best I can. Not all of these have titles in the posts, I’ve since come up with titles for them. This took a long time so let me know if I’ve put in any broken links.

GENFIC AND CHARACTER STUDIES:

Memories (Someone We’ll Never Know):  The journey an Awoken child makes from the Reef, to Earth and the Last City. Work in progress, ongoing. Content warnings for canon typical violence, character death, childhood trauma, death of a parent.

Part one

Part two

Part three

Part four

Little Bird: The relationship between Amanda Holliday and Commander Zavala. Work in progress, ongoing. Content warnings for canon typical violence, childhood trauma, PTSD, death of a parent.

Part one. 

Part two.

Downtime:  Zavala’s ghost attempting to get her Guardian to unwind.

One shot, complete.

Various original character study drabbles: Hypatia- 9 #1

Hypatia -9 #2

Sasha

Krios

PAIRINGS

Shaxx x Zavala:

The Morning After Kiss meme response. Shaxx wakes up next to a certain awoken. Mild smut. 

The Great Hunt Kiss meme response. SHaxx loses a leg, Zavala makes a confession and an Ahamkara starts an argument about philosophy. Humour.

Faith:  Red war, established relationship. When Zavala arrives at the Farm, he doesn’t get the welcome he was expecting. Mildly smutty, angst, humour. 

Saladin x Jolder

A Killing Thing. Jolder helps Saladin deal with what it means to be a Light Bearer. Angst, canon typical violence, non-explicit sex. Content warning for an explicit mercy kill (she gets better), canon typical violence.

part one

part two

The Foundlings My take on how the wolf pack came to be at Felwinter Peak. Fluff, humour. Content warning for animal death. 

One shot (for now)

The Apology Jolder’s last thoughts before setting off the bomb in the SIVA replication chamber. Mega angst. Content warning for character death. 

one shot

Shaxx x Saladin

Second Fiddle Saladin ruminates on the causes of the rift between him and Shaxx.

One shot

Cayde x Zavala

Indulgence

Kiss meme response. Cayde and Zavala the morning after the night before. Zavala is a morning person, Cayde is not. Humour. 

one shot

Zavala x OC: Sera Kiss meme response featuring @bornandbredinsane‘s OC Serafina. Clandestine snogging fun times.

one shot

Zavala x OC: Sasha Dribs and drabs featuring Zavala and my OC Sasha, which I hope to collate into a coherent longfic at some point.

The Cut

Sasha finds herself dealing with memories she doesn’t understand. Romance, angst. 

Rash Decisions

Zavala reflects on his feelings for Sasha, in the Dark Age and the Present Day. Fluff, humour, some angst. 

Untitled kiss meme response

The night before a battle, Zavala and Sasha admit some things to eachother. Romance, angst. I’m probably gonna bin/repurpose this one because I’m not too happy with it. 

Zavala x Hawthorne

Again, these are a series of one shots written out of order that will likely be collated into a fic.

The Jerk Test 

Pre-relationship set on the Farm.

Vanguard Discipline

Hawthorne visits Zavala for a booty call and realises there may be FEELINGS bubbling under there too. NSFW. Content warnings for explicit sex, D/s dynamic, spanking. No minors plz. 

Battlegrounds At a party to celebrate the liberation of the City. Hawthorne has social anxiety but Zavala has her back. 

Intimacy

Follows on immediately from ‘Battlegrounds.’ A very drunk Hawthorne tries to figure out if she and Zavala are in a relationship or not. Romance, fluff.

And Sleep

Zavala helps Hawthorne sleep with a little poetry recital.Romance, fluff. 

Three Little Words

Hawthorne tries and fails to tell Zavala how she feels. Zavala is irritatingly attentive nonetheless. 

The Other Woman

Late night love-making leads to an impromptu confession from Hawthorne. Romance, fluff. NSFW. Content warning for explicit sex.

Matchmaking Amanda Finds Out. Mention of Holliday/Sloane because I think they’d be sweet. Humour.

Lifeline Hawthorne realises the difficulties inherent in relationships between mortals and immortals. Romance, angst. 

[flowers-of-io]

2022 fic summary

January - Come in Time, chapter 8: Junction

“How did you end up here?” Tevis mocks his tone, still examining the flower.

“We’ve traced an object. A divinity.”

“You’ve come to the Black Garden to loot it?”

February - X

March - thoughts of alpha lupi

Could they even hear you, now, above the din of battle and roars of the Hive they tear down on their path to your dwelling place? It’s all smoke and gunfire, fumes covering the sky and keeping you from them, Light cracking like a mirror and covering the ground in splinters. Your child falls down to the ground. Your child stands victorious.

April - Prince of the Mountain

“I can’t imagine Saladin making this entire climb every time,” Glint twisted in the air to shake some of the snow off, like a dog after a bath. “There must be some easier way up.”

“Maybe this was supposed to be yet another test,” Crow gave a small smile as he glanced down at the datapad with the coordinates Saladin had given him. They were approaching the middle of the bridge and the Iron Temple towered above them like a silent watcher.

May - We Meet at the Point of Tension

The Witness flinches. They know what she is trying to do. Resonant hands lunge forward, locking her wrists in an iron grip.

—-You will not take him from us.-—

June - Small Knives

“A fair question to ask, Princess,” he mirrored the inquisitive tilt of her head, somewhat mockingly, “So tell me, if you were a foreign assassin from far away sent to dispose of the Osmium King, why would you do this?”

The girl mindlessly dug a pattern in the dirt with her foot, thinking. Rhulk watched her glimmering eyes and frowned brow, and when her silence began to bore him, he prodded,

“Would you not like to claim his power?”

July - The Aftermath

“Come to my ship tomorrow,” she says; Zavala looks at her and finds her gaze soft, wandering across his face as if she were memorising it, “and I will teach you to celebrate. As you said, this is not a failure, after all.”

August - Who Are You?

My mind strains from maintaining the illusion. How much easier it is to call upon the Deep, with runes and chants to buoy you, the Tablets like stepping stones under your feet; here, in this white silence, I float unmoored without direction.

September - X

October - The Rule of Absorption

“The Whisper Queen.”

Eris whirred around with the snap of an unsheathed knife, and the full weight of her body pressed Toland against the tunnel wall as the blade kissed the translucent-pale skin of his throat.

“Never call me that again,” she said in a low hiss.

November - Orbits

They run away from the chaos of the Scorn-flooded Reef (my fault, Variks finds himself thinking, my fault) and hide on Nessus, because it is quiet, because the Dusk forces there are scattered and barely motivated to fight for anything other than food. Seven of them sneak up to Variks’ camp and join him on the first night.

Time passes. Somewhere up there, in the evening sky, Petra is hunting the Barons.

December - Moonglow

"Two years," he says; there is some tightness in his voice, one the Guardian isn't fully certain how to interpret. "Since we were camping here, remember?"

[thefangirlthatwaited]

Encounter (Chapter 140) - A Destiny 2 Story

Crow x Guardian

I stared at the seating plan, wanting to pull my hair out. Why did this have to be difficult?

“I think we can put the Cabal back here. That way, they won’t block anyone.” Crow said, moving Caiatl’s name. 

“That would mean Saladin would be moved to the back too, and he might be a Titan, but he’s not Cabal-sized.”

“True, but it’s one person not being able to see versus a large group.”

“You’re right.”

“I know.” He chuckled, kissing my head. “Now, the real problem.” Crow held up Mara’s name. “Where do we want to put Mara, Petra and Jolyon?”

I groaned. “I wished they didn’t RSVP.”

“They did, and now we have to make a decision.”

My head hit the table. “I don’t know. Outside.” I grumbled.

“Ruby...”

“I know...” I grabbed my glass of wine and looked over the chart. “We should keep her close to Zavala and Ikora, but I don’t want her close to us.”

“Fair,” Crow furrowed his brow and then smiled. “Here?” He asked. “It’s close to the Vanguard but far from us.”

“Fine.” I took a swig of my drink. “Is that everyone?”

“Yep. We just need to glue this together, and it will be ready for the wedding.”

“In four weeks.” 

“In a month,” Crow confirmed.

I looked over our to-do list and felt overwhelmed. “We have so much left to do.”

Crow took my hand. “It’s the little things. The flowers, the twin’s outfits and the final selection for the cake.”

“We also have our final fittings and the rehearsal.”

“Artemis.” Crow sighed. 

“It’s been two weeks since we spoke. She’s supposed to be my unofficial maid of honour, yet she won’t even look at me!”

“Have you tried to apologize?”

“Why should I?” I hissed.

Full chapter on Ao3

[judgedreddthelaw]

Black Female Warlock Guardian x Shiro-4 (18+)

The Lost Part 2-A

*Note: I figured to make it easier for dialogue reasons you will have PURPLE dialogue, Shiro will have ORANGE dialogue and your new friend will have BLUE dialogue

Some people dressed in their normal everyday gear, some in regular people clothes, you were actually surprised on how many guardians were here. There some upstairs were Lord Saladin comes by when we do the events. You look to Shiro asking him what he would like to do, “How about some drinks. I’ll get us some for you taking care of me, I want to repay it back…….. it might be a bit there’s a small line, will you be alright?”…….. “Yeah, I’ll be fine Shiro, I think I’m going to stand over here, by the postmasters station, I’ll wait for you.”…. “What do you want to drink?”…… “Something strong.”………(in a slightly and I mean very slight hint of a flirty tone)“If my lady commands, she gets.” …….(you giggle and shake your head and in a amused tone) “Just go get the drinks.”…….he simply nods his head and walks towards the bar. You can’t help but as we walks away, god damn that ass of his…..is nice. The shirt you gave him just slightly baggie it honestly looks good on him too. You snap out of, stopping yourself from having these thoughts about your BEST FRIEND. It’s been about a good 8 minutes of you standing and waiting for Shiro to come back with drinks. You’re getting a bit bored waiting to be honest. That stops when a guy comes over to you. “Hey, I saw you standing here by yourself, you with anyone?” You somewhat weren’t paying attention to his face didn’t make eye contact when he walked over to you, you go to speak and look at him and kind of stop in awe. He was kinda hot, a bit tall and an Exo, that was a bonus for you because honestly you definitely MAINLY have a thing for Exos. Unlike your ex he was Awoken, he was attractive of course but relationships don’t work when you can’t get along. You were looking at him intriguingly, “Umm yeah I’m with a friend.” You shyly look down and blush a bit before he speaks again. “Ahhh, just a friend? Girl or guy?”…… “Yes, just a friend, and guy.”…..he nods his head “You hunter?”…. “No, warlock.”…… “Wouldn’t guess that you seem more of a hunter to me, I’m titan loud and proud.”……. “I can tell (you smirk), I do hangout with hunters though. Cayde-6 is……..was my best friend.”……….. “I’m sorry……he was a great guy to everyone……he even helped me out once and I’m a titan. It’s funny considering how he feels about us titans…………..you were “really close? In that way”?” ……….. “Oh no! He was just my best friend, I ,mean yeah he had a charm to him but I did not have feelings for him he was like my cousin. That would have been way too weird. You know what I mean?”……..(he chuckles at that) (oh no that was a dangerously adorable laugh)…….Maybe this can be okay you thought, speaking of having inappropriate thoughts about your friend, you think you need to move on from those feelings after all he doesn’t feel the same. “Yeah, I know what you mean.”………. He looks at you down then up again and his optics brighten a little like his eyes went wide for a bit. You definitely notice that and that feeling in your face comes again and you look down being very shy. “Why do you do that?”………. “Huh?” You look at him confused ………… “I said why do you do that?”……….. “Do what?” (You look down and away again) “That, why do you look away all the time?”…… “I don’t know I’m just a shy person I guess.”………… “A beautiful woman like yourself shouldn’t be looking down like that, everyone deserves to see how beautiful you are.” ………. (You bashfully cover your face and giggle like a school girl)……. “Not gonna lie that’s pretty fucking adorable.”…………. He gets a little closer to you seeing if you’re okay with it. (You look at him and lightly bite your lip) He definitely liked that and it was obvious ho looked as if he was breathing a little heavy.

“Wow……wow…….wow…..I told myself not to just dive in but damn.” You definitely caught what he meant and you were wanting what he was suggesting. You looked him up and down and definitely liked what you saw his body was a little thicker than Shiros, from what you could tell ho wore a (metal band) shirt and it was a famous Exo band that you listen too as well (or whatever musician you decide if you don’t like metal), with black boots, with grey looking cargo pants overall the outfit actually looked good and he looked good. Yeah he’s definitely my type 150%. “You listen to _____ as well I see, I listened to the recent recording and it’s fantastic.” He looks at you astonished that you even like the same genre, you hit all of the points on his list of what he wanted, “Holy shit, never would’ve pegged you for that taste you surprised me. Beautiful and has good taste in music, my, my, where were you all my life?”……… “What can I say I’m full of surprises.”……… “Oh, that you are. I never got your name, mine is Eric-8.” ……… “Hi Eric, it’s wonderful to meet you. My name is Y/n.” ……… “I’ll remember it forever.” You look at him smiling wide, he can’t help but look at you all over again while sipping his exo drink, you noticed that his hand while he was drinking shook a little like he got nervous all of a sudden.

[phantomwarrior12]

Surprise

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He looks…rigid.

There is a tension that permeates every inch of his frame. Shoulders drawn back in an effort to give him a larger presence. Chin angled upward. Hands clenched at his sides. Boots planted shoulder width apart.

Clearly, this is an argument - one the Young Wolf isn't meant to be privy to.

But around them, the bridge crew moves about as if there isn't a struggle of wills a few fleeting feet away and she opts to do the same.

She steps inside the bridge then, scanning the room for an instant before deciding out of the way is her wisest course of action. She props herself against the wall not far from the door and folds her arms across her chest to wait.

Her gaze drifts idly around the room. A language she can't read displayed on monitors and a mixture of intrigued and hostile looks greet her when her gaze sweeps over soldiers. None of it troubles her though. She's long since grown accustomed to the harsh gazes of former enemies and current enemies alike.

Her eyes drifts back to the Iron Lord all the same.

Lord Saladin is still occupied by an intense discussion with Caiatl. She didn't think it was possible but his glare has intensified substantially. Caiatl looks to be one word away from a reprimanding but even she respects Saladin’s council and appreciates his bluntness - even if it borders on what one might call insubordination.

Still, this conversation could drag on for some time - both are stubborn and used to having their way. So, she occupies herself with her Iron Lord's frame. Eyes drift along his armor, taking in new scars along metal, damaged paint and the telltale signs of wear on his cloak. She makes a mental note to speak with Tess about getting him a new one but then his tone changes. Suddenly, it's not as hostile but a bit louder and…directed at her.

"Young Wolf," his voice snaps her from her daze. She jolts upright, making an effort to behave as though she hadn't been deliberately admiring every inch of him. 

It's not very convincing as she summons a nod of greeting but her Iron Lord doesn't draw attention to it.

Instead, he assures the Empress they'll continue their discussion when both their tempers have subsided.

Caiatl made a remark about his fizzling out the instant he'd seen the Guardian but he ignores her and excuses himself.

The next instant, his hand is in hers and he is pulling her toward the bridge doors. Neither of them hear the Empress's parting remark as the Iron Lord guides her beyond the doors and around the corner before dragging her into a tight embrace.

The impact alone against him hitches her breathing and she finds herself wrapping her arms around his neck. She finds herself pressing into his solid form and burying her visor against the side of his neck.

"Ghost," his voice is soft when he says the little Light's name and the request is understood in an instant.

Her helmet vanishes and then, then she can press a kiss to his skin.

His hold doubles down when she does so and she swears she can hear his breath catch if only for a moment before he relaxes.

"I've missed you," he manages at last.

The Guardian smiles, humming her agreement as she closes her eyes. His fingers tangle in her hair, his hold around her ribs tightens and for a moment, the fear he may crush her with his embrace strikes her. But he schools his hold, settling for a deep inhale and a gradual recoil to gaze at her.

Gloved fingers tuck hair away from her eyes before he leans down, capturing her lips in a firm yet affectionate kiss.

Her own hands find their way to his jawline as she reciprocates.

His leaving Earth before she had a chance to say goodbye - it feels like a memory now. A fragment long forgotten so long as he holds her in his arms and showers her in affection. A distant nightmare so long as his lips are on hers and she can feel the warmth of Solar cascading against her own Light.

He only withdraws when they both need to breathe but even then, the Iron Lord embraces her. Not a tender sort. But a desperate, possessive embrace that keeps her locked against him.

This isn't goodbye. This isn't how her Iron Lord does that.

This is a silent vow. This is a plea - for what, she isn't certain but she wants to promise all the same.

When Lord Saladin finally steps back, granting her a few feet of space, he is smiling. There's a twinkle of warmth in sharp brown eyes, a whisper of tenderness in the furrow of his brow. He is gazing at her as if she is the only thing he's ever loved.

And she basks in it.

She smiles, stepping away from the wall he'd damn near pinned her to and takes his hand. Fingers fit together, thumb tracing over skin before her eyes find his once more.

"Thank you…for coming." He says gently.

She nods, squeezing his hand. "How long until–"

"Caiatl will need time to reign in her anger," he casts a glance toward the bridge door, "An hour, perhaps. Maybe less."

The Young Wolf nods slowly, diverting her eyes to their entwined hands.

She can feel his gaze burning into her very soul. He knows her better than anyone - every instinct. Every tendency. Every evasion. She's no mystery, nor is he to her.

"Come with me," he squeezes her hand and guides her down the hall. They pass soldiers, a few Phalanx and a curious Psion. He leads her through massive corridors until they pause just outside a large door. 

Her eyes sweep over the door before snapping to Saladin just before he hits the panel. The doors open and they're greeted with what the Guardian can only call a kennel but larger.

The War Beasts move about and in the corner, there are…puppies.

A smile breaks across the Guardian's features and Saladin chuckles beside her before leading her inside.

The Beasts lumber up to the Iron Lord, sniffing at him before he gives them a pat and continues forward. The Guardian drops to her knees just shy of the mother Beast.

Her Iron Lord sits beside her, holding out his hand and the Beast gives it a sniff. She huffs softly before lowering her head and Saladin picks up one of the War Beast puppies.

The Guardian tucks against his side, reaching her hand out for the pup to sniff before it nuzzles into her palm and she grins.

She pets its head before Saladin hands it over and settles it in her arms. She cradles the little thing gently, unable to quell a soft laugh as it rolls in her arms.

Somewhere along the line, she feels Saladin wrap an arm around her. His head settles against hers as they gaze down at the puppy. She relaxes into his side, basking in the soft trace of his fingers along her pauldron, the warm breath cascading against the side of her neck. 

She isn't sure how long they stay like that, petting the War Beast puppy before the others toddle over and the Young Wolf gets tackled by them.

She falls back laughing as they clamber over her and Saladin leans down on his elbow beside her, ensuring they stay away from her face but enjoying her excitement all the same.

Saladin tells her about the animals - defining markings he'd picked up on, temperament, the like - all while she's playing with the puppies. Eventually, the little ones tire out and shuffle back to their mother. 

Saladin’s arm had ended up beneath her head at some point and once her eyes move from the puppies, she realizes he's gazing down at her.

Her smile softens and she reaches up for him, her hand cradling his cheek and he inclines his head into the contact.

"How do they compare to your wolves?" She asks softly, trying to distract from the unidentifiable glint in his eyes.

"Worse temperament," he slowly lowers himself, "less affectionate." His eyes drift from hers to her lips and back.

"Perhaps I should bring them next time I come by." She murmurs, tracing along his temple.

He chuckles, she smiles.

And then he's kissing her again. Slowly, softly, affectionately this time. It's tender and relaxing as they cling to one another, taking their time with each caress.

Neither of them hear the door open, nor the heavy steps that pause just beyond the door.

"Valus Forge." Caiatl's voice splits the silence and the Iron Lord curses under his breath.

The Young Wolf giggles and steals one last kiss before tilting her head back to see the Empress. Her arms are folded over her chest and though there is disapproval in her features, there is amusement in her eyes.

The Guardian gives an awkward wave and Saladin snorts but guides her to an upright position.

"Laying with the Beasts for such an act is unbefitting a warrior. I should think you'd have better sense with your Guardian."

Saladin rises and offers the Young Wolf a hand up.

"Nothing of that nature was going to occur, Empress. I suspect you've come to continue our debate?"

"I had," she allows her gaze to flit to the Guardian, "But I think we've pressed enough for tonight. Perhaps you can redeem your honor and treat her to something beyond War Beasts. Surely the Guardian would like to see the wonders of the Cabal empire."

Saladin bristles. The Young Wolf snickers and hooks an arm through his. His eyes dart to hers and he doesn't look like he appreciate the smugness.

"Very well. I suppose she hasn't seen much of the ship."

"As I recall, the last confirmed report we have of the Guardian aboard a ship, she blew it up." Caiatl remarks.

The Guardian rubs the back of her neck with a sheepish smile.

"That won't happen here. The last time she boarded a ship, we were at war."

"It was Ghaul's ship," she supplies.

"So it was." The Empress regards her before turning, "Try not to destroy this one."

"I'll keep an eye on her," Saladin sounds amused, almost like he's grateful for the distraction but not altogether sure she will stay out of trouble.

"See that you do." Caiatl departs and the two Guardians exchange a smile.

"You don't actually want a tour of the ship, do you?"

"...no, but I wouldn't mind seeing the training arena." She squeezes his arm.

The Iron Lord gives her a look of approval, "I'll do one better. A few sparring rounds?"

She nods eagerly and Saladin smiles. Without a word, they leave the War Beast kennels.

The Guardian has always enjoyed sparring with Saladin, she's missed it since his departure. It was time alone with him; away from the battles and threats. A time she could test her metal and learn from her Titan.

She'd love nothing more than to spend her visit in that arena opposite him if it meant they were granted more time. If it meant she could stay longer and see him.

But she has to return to the City in the morning. They'll likely spar a few hours and then rest before she departs.

Duty beckons and neither will want to answer.

But they will.

Guardians always do.

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Saw your Saladin feel day post 🙈

Maybe as a prompt, to give the old man some happy feels, he gets a suprise hug (or kiss 👀) by his Young Wolf or someone else and see his reaction!

(If you want of course, hope you have a nice day! 🙇‍♀️)

hello anon, omg it's been a while, but my Saladin feels have not subsided, so here is a fic for you! :D I just want to see Saladin be absolutely smitten by a Guardian lady, how delightful would that be?? and also, have a nice day as well, mine is quite alright :D

Ever since his arrival for another challening week of the Iron Banner, Lord Saladin has been expecting the Young Wolf to arrive and see him.

Her fiery nature could not withstand against the calls of a hunt and victory. Neither could he struggle against her charm, bewitched by it.

He felt more than heard her arrival on the rooftop overlook. Saladin has generously assigned the warmth in his cheeks to the warmth of the fire that brightly burns at his post. But there is nothing he can blame for the weakness in his knees and the butterflies in his stomach.

"Lord Saladin," she speaks, taking his attention for herself. Saladin turns. He dares not smile, but cannot help a mild bow.

"Young Wolf. You arrive as you always do," he says, arching his eyebrow. "I can see you are ready for the challenge that I bring."

"I would not miss it," she replies, smirking.

"It is remarkable that you find the time in your day to fight tactical battles, while your own duty forces you to be ever on your guard. It is much of an Iron Lord attitude."

The Guardian smiles. And Saladin curses the day he laid his eyes upon her and could not look away.

"I have plenty of examples to follow. Yourself included."

Flattery! Saladin clears his throat.

"My battles are far from here, both in distance and in time. But I shall take up my title again and show the world what the Iron Lords stand for."

"I will be beside you when you do," the Guardian speaks, approaching him. He feels the strength of her Light, it is alluring. Her bravery and mind, they intoxicate him.

When have you fallen in love so desperately, he asks himself.

"It would be an honor."

She is too close.

"The honor is all mine."

She kisses him.

The butterflies in his stomach rise up in a violent storm, making his heartbeat too fast to handle. Yet he cannot do anything but kiss her back. His lips capture, and hers melt in a smile. She got what she wanted, and he will be damned if he would not let her have it again and again.

The flames of the Iron Banner burn amber light against her face. Saladin watches, following traces of her with his yearning gaze.

"I will be back," she smiles again, stepping away, one step, two steps, three. "I think you have plenty to think about now."

She leaves, but not without Saladin's wordless promise to expect her back.

His lips burn with fire that the Iron Lord's hold has never seen before.