#Saladin x guardian

[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.

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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.

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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.

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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.

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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.

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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.

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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…)

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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.

[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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[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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