#o14 x yw

[mylensview2022]

"What an odd behaviour..." Osiris mumbles to himself in deep thought as he tugged with the threads of strand.

"the Guardian better have a look at this-"

*notices a threadling that wasnt in existance, now nudging at his hand*

"facinating", he says intrigued.

*pokes it* . It curls around his hand and snuggles in his palm.

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O14 x Young Wolf Exo!Hunter

Some lovely smut

Soft and fluffy

@hidden-scarlet-whispers for your needs

Pinning Osiris to the bed was easier when Saint was also behind them to be another barrier. The older Warlock was unable to escape, not that the human wanted to anyways, not when a naked Young Wolf was sitting prettily in his lap and a naked Saint had a hand on his thigh and another on the Hunter’s hip. The three of them had stumbled into bed like this after Osiris had finally given in to Sagira's complaining about seeing Ghost and Geppitto. The other two ghosts missed their friend after all, and Osiris did miss his lovers. So he left Mercury and snuck into the Tower on Earth. Wolf found him first, because of course he did. His little spark was an amazing tracker as they were a scholar. Osiris was sure that if they hadn't been a Hunter, then Warlock would have come next.

"Pretty," Young Wolf clicked out softly, his voice just barely a whisper, the sound more glitchy than anything due to his low usage of his voice box.

Osiris flushed under the sharp green optics, swallowing as he burned under the pure lightning sitting in his lap. Rarely did Wolf ever speak, so to hear the younger Exo use his voice to call him pretty of all things... well, it did things to him.

"Yes, yes, he is pretty. Our pheonix, so bright and daring," Saint crowed out from behind Young Wolf, those purple optics shining bright with amusement and adoration, tugging Osiris closer by the thigh.

It caused the human to gasp in shock as the motion knocked Young Wolf further onto his cock. The younger Exo trilled from on Osiris' lap, the lights following the line of his body pulsing with the pleasure that zipped up the hunter’s spine. Osiris tipped his head back with a moan, closing his eyes as the smaller Exo rolled his hips with a sound of pleasure and laughter. Osiris missed the both of them. Missed this. The laughter and joy in their intimacy. The kind touch from the lightning in Wolf's touch. The cold shock of the void in Saint's hold. He missed the roll of Wolf’s hips against his, the feeling of Wolf taking him deep and gently.

He missed the way Saint was being so gentle, allowing their Hunter to set their pace before rocking forward into Osiris, sinking his member into the warlock with practiced ease. Their connection was like seeing a series of stars that made up the constellations that Young Wolf loved looking at. Osiris reopened his eyes with a cry as he looked up at the lithe Exo. He was full on both ends, pressing deep into Atlas and Saint pressing deep into him. The younger Exo made a noise in the back of his voice box, chirping and clicking happily as he leaned down to press a kiss to Osiris' forehead, rolling his hips to Saint's thrusts.

Osiris felt overwhelmed, tears sparking in his eyes as he reached up to hold on to Young Wolf’s thighs, needing a point of contact that wasn't just his dick. He could feel his two lovers ripping him apart with just their kind touches. The slow rolling pace, like an steady stream slowly eroding the dirt to make way for a river to grow.

"Wolf, Guardian, Wolf, please. Please, little spark, don't tease," Osiris begged out, grip tight on the Hunter’s thighs, Solar Light burning in his palms.

The Exo shushed him softly, leaning down further to press a kiss to his gasping mouth. Good timing too, as Saint picked up the pace right then, ramming into Osiris' prostate, turning the softness of the moment into somehting more rough and desperate. Osiris cried out against Young Wolf’s mouth, tossing his head back in pleasure, giving Wolf room to nip at his neck.

"We have you, my pheonix. Don't worry. We have you," Saint cooed as he dragged the two of them in closer.

Osiris could die happy. Sandwiched between his two lovers. Pleasure on all sides and the feeling of cold void and sparking lightning dancing along his spine.

Sagira wouldn't be happy, but his ghost would live.

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@hidden-scarlet-whispers

YW: *stares at sparrow application*……..

Osiris: Just check mark it.

YW: But I’m a—

Osiris: Omfg just check mark it!

[a-driftamongopenstars]

O14 reaction to the Guardian and Crow being a thing

ah a sweet prompt, anon, thank you :) I hope you like it! a small happy something before we dive into a brand new story soon! also on ao3

"In the past few days," Osiris begins out of nowhere, "I've made an observation."

Saint's attention is drawn away from the windowsill, where a small flock of pigeons accepts his treats.

"Of what kind?"

"Something about the Young Wolf."

Saint turns with his entire body to face Osiris. A small smile plays on his face as Osiris can see now, almost amused.

"A lot has happened to them. What in particular did you discover, my Phoenix?"

"It appears they have formed... a connection with young Crow. A reckless one, and yet, it seems to work. They are more experienced, but on even ground. They are respectful to one another, but they are so full of teases. Why are you smiling, Saint?"

Osiris pauses abruptly to witness Saint's ever more amused expression and to hear a deep chuckle in his chest. His own chest tightens a little at the sound, always a music to his every bone and muscle.

"These youngings remind me of someone. I used to know this couple, they sound exactly as you just described. Although in that case, one was an arrogant young Warlock, and the other - a dashing Titan. Literally."

Osiris' cheeks flush red and he laughs.

"You are trying to deviate from the topic," he says, unable to stop that smile from appearing on his own face. Saint always has that effect on him, and if he thinks carefully, so does the Guardian on Crow. They always laugh, affection exudes from them like energy from the sun.

"I am staying right on course."

As Osiris exhales, Saint takes his hand in his. Big hands, warmly and reassuringly wrapping around Osiris'.

"I think, despite all odds, it is a good distraction for both of them. With all that is yet to come, it is good to have a rock, a foundation, be it romantic or platonic."

Osiris closes his eyes when Saint leans in to kiss his forehead.

"I want to say that I am glad that the Guardian has Crow, and vice versa. And you are not wrong, Saint. I see something in them that I see in us."

Saint looks up in his eyes softly. They glow with that gentle bright colour, noble and soft. Osiris cups Saint's cheek and through that touch makes it known what he means, that sacred word that neither needs to say.

[phantomwarrior12]

Do you do o14 x Guardian?

I do not actually :)

I'm all for the "O14 are my mentors and my friends" vibes for the YW but I don't see them as a ship dynamic.

[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!

You have questions? Ask them!

You have suggestions? Give them!

Wanna know about our YW here? Ask me!

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

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Guardian: Help

Saint: oh my sweet baby oh gorgeous oh baby

Osiris: Where did it go wrong and how can we fix it? You can do this, we just need to—

How good of dads would o14 be?

OHOHOHOHOOO

Saint would probably be the best like, in the most general sense of what a good dad is? Eccentric and kind, with quirks that the kid would come to love when they get older

Osiris… I feel like he'd be the parent the kid would be more inclined to go to for… the sad personal matters? Not that Saint would be terrible at it, no no, but I don’t Know I feel like there's something ‘special’ about Osiris that makes him an even better fit for that?

Together, the perfect pair! Serious yet quirky and experienced!

[mylensview2022]

Really sketchy but i needed to draw these two for comfort i love them so much 💞

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I love you O14 x Crow writers / artist

I love you O14 X YW writers / Artist

I love you O14 x Shaxx writers / Artist

I love you O14 x Saladin writers / Artist

I love you Osiris x Felwinter writers / Artist

I love you Saint 14 x Shaxx writers / Artist

I love you Osiris x Saint 14 writers / Artist

I love you Allll

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You: *wishes there was more O14 content*

Me: *stares at my wip folder* Would…. Would a O14 x Young Wolf count? Cause uhhhhhhhhh

YES OMFG YES PLEASE I LOVE IT WHEN PEOPLE ADD EITHER THEIR YW OR JUST A GENERAL YW I FUCKING LOVE CANON X OC SHIPPING YES YES YESSSSSSSSSS PLEASEEEEEEEEEEE @ me when it's done or something please please please 🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻

[glorious-kt]

O14 x YW @hidden-scarlet-whispers

A polyamorous thruple are taking a hike through the forest when they find a weird rock and lift it. From under the rock a pixie comes out.

"Thank you for freeing me. I am a pixie of love, and as thanks I'll give a gift of gold to each of you. But the gift will only go to the one you love most."

The first member of the thruple says "but I love both my partners equally."

"Then I cannot give you the gift." the pixie replies.

"I'm okay with that. My love is more important."

The second member also says "I also love both my partners equally"

"Then I cannot give you the gift either."

"I'm okay with that. My love is more important."

Finally the third member says "I love this one the most." much to shock of both partners.

"Then they shall receive my gift." the pixie says, grants the gift of gold and then vanishes.

After the pixie left, the first member says "I can't believe you don't love us equally!" and the second member concurs.

Then the third member sighs and then says "I love you both equally and very much so, but fucking hell are you stupid."

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Destiny 2 AUs & their Tags

Hello hello! I figured I’d do the same as other writers on here and tag my Destiny 2 AUs and series with their respective tumblr tags!

The Young Wolf I usually write with is a mute Exo and is typically a Hunter as it makes most sense with canon lore.

If you have questions about the AUs or just wanna poke me with Destiny lore or about your OCs or mine, then please do! DM me or send an ask! I promise I don’t bite!

Also if you wanna play destiny with me my bungie ID is Glorious Phoenix#5215! I’m a warlock main and I love doing dungeons and raids or just messing around in gambit!

The AUs

Time Travel AU || O14 x Young Wolf and ShinDrift x YW — #O Wish-Keeper Mine

Daughter of Osiris x Son of Savathun series — #The Dragon and the Prince

Young Wolf raised early AU || YW x Drifter — #Hope and Hopeless

Twin YW sharing a Ghost AU || #The Line Between Light & Dark

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Prompt: Saint introducing Crow to the real Osiris once he's rescued. 🥺

hello anon <3 thank you for this prompt, I gave it a soft domestic twist! hope you like it! :)

also on ao3

"I won't lie," says Crow as he and the Guardian pause by an apartment's front door, "I am awfully nervous. What do I do? What do I say? What if he doesn't like me?"

The Guardian rests their hand on Crow's shoulder, giving a reassuring squeeze. They know Osiris. They know Crow. Having never met, they now have a past together. And Crow's genuine desire to help and to be a friend is plenty enough to give him a favourable look.

Crow smiles a little and turns to knock on the door.

"Brother Saint, your guests are here," a somewhat comically stern voice of a Ghost, Geppetto, comes from behind the door. Crow and the Guardian exchange smiles and looks.

"Well let them in, Geppetto, don't be rude," Saint booms from somewhere within the apartment with a kind laugh in his voice. His voice is flavoured with happiness and domestic thrill, such as Crow has not heard before.

When the door does open, a shy Ghost disappears somewhere behind the coat hook.

With careful steps, Crow and the Guardian enter Osiris and Saint-14's abode.

There is no better word for it, indeed, for this is as cozy a place as it can be. Tapestries and glowing fairy lights are hung up everywhere. There is a pleasant smell of spices and something sweet, of cooking in the kitchen. The place is wonderfully warm, too, and Crow gently pushes away the cloak on his shoulders.

"Come on in," Saint calls from the depths of the place, and Crow and the Guardian follow.

They find Saint in the most surprising way. Tied around his waist is an apron with stamped apples, no armor but comfortable home clothes. In one hand he has a spatula, colored with yellow curry. He smiles, the mechanisms of his exo face moving, and gestures to the side.

Beside him, resting on a long sofa, is another man they have come to see.

"Osiris?" Crow asks shyly, searching the weary face of his would-be mentor for approval or hesitation.

Osiris sits up a little, too weak to move properly still. But there is such vivacity in his eyes and such power in his motions, such as Savathun could neither master nor steal. Even at his lowest, Osiris looks like the pillar of strength and wisdom.

Crow hesitates a moment, a question resting on the tip of his tongue, but Osiris raises his hand before Crow can utter a syllable.

"I have heard from just about every person in the City about you. I have seen you in my moments of clarity. I will have you as my mentee if you have me as my mentor."

Crow smiles, a breath escapes his chest and a stone falls off his heart.

"I would rather like that," he replies, and the matter is settled.

"Nothing seals a deal like a good dinner!" Saint-14 interjects, bringing a large pot of curry to the dining table. The Guardian moves to make way, smiling at the domesticity that settles over the awkward beginning. Nothing more is said on the subject of Crow and Osiris' past, and the Guardian feels that is the better way.

They eat curry and they share stories. There is plenty of drink to go around, although at some tipsy point the Guardian realises it is only them and Crow that go through the bottle of wine surely and steadily.

Crow, filled with food and good feelings and his share of wine, feels nearly happy by the end of the evening. Privileged to watch his mentors from the center of their home, surrounded by something so warm that he craved and yearned for, Crow wonders how much more he is willing to give to have just another day of this.

The Guardian squeezes his hand below the table and Crow realises, that he would give everything.