#so ashamed smh. shaking sobbing throwing up.

[melonnade]

TGCF novel spoilers!!!

I CANNOT BELIEVE I DID NOT PUT THE E’MING/HUA CHENG EYE CONNECTION TOGETHER EARLIER. Dude is literally missing an eyeball and carries a sentient sword with an eyeball embedded in it. Their eye colors actually match, and here I was thinking it was all just for the aesthetic. The sword likes the people he likes and dislikes the people he dislikes and this whole time I thought it was just a cool sword???

[xcayde6]

All I want for Dawning is you

pairing: Cayde-6 (Destiny) x female reader rating: explicit warnings: Cayde baking cookies, probably sex in the snow... who knows ( ͡~ ͜ʖ ͡°) find out under the [read more] I guess. n/a: sorry robofuckers, this was queued for last week while I was on hiatus, but it got flagged because of the gif and disappeared out of my queue smh. take this as late Caydemas present and Destcember entry. hope you like it anyway. — Cayde hates The Dawning and you’re trying to get him into the mood with cookies, ramen and a snowball fight at the Cosmodrome... 

First snowflakes cover The Last City in a white and soft blanket. The seductive smell of cinnamon and freshly baked cookies is lingering in the cold air, while guardians celebrate The Dawning with silly dances, petting holographic chickens and giving each other presents. It seems like a perfect Dawning, but one important thing is missing. Actually someone very important is missing. Cayde. His back is turned towards me and he's leaning over some maps scattered all over his workdesk. The cold wind howling through the Hangar makes his familiar and battered hunter cloak float slightly. Perfect opportunity to attempt a cuddle stealth attack and throw my arms around the exo from behind. „Happy Dawning, Caydie.” I hear a deep chuckle roar through his torso, as he almost instantly turns around, making me think he had been waiting for me especially. I'm engulfed in a pair of strong arms and the familiar scent of old leather and gunpowder lingering on his armor after countless battles. His smell is hard to describe, but still I can't resist taking a deep breath of him in. It's truly infatuating. He holds me tight for a moment, before letting go and stepping back to have a look at me. „Hey beautiful.”, he greets me softly, his aqua blue optics looking me up and down. Of course I didn't dress up warmly because of the heavy snowstorm going on outside. No. I'm wearing nothing but boots and a sexy Santa dress including hat. Just for him. For Cayde. I'm his present and it's so worth humiliating myself in public, or getting a pneumonia. Another chuckle escapes Cayde's throat, the orange lights in the back of his throat are flickering. „You look... ridiculous.”, he scoffs, pinching the fuzzy bobble of my Santa hat with his finger, but I know damn well that it's his loving way of showing affection. Still I play along and push him away from me, lift my dress up slightly and turn around slowly. „Your eyes say something different, my vanguard...”, I whisper seductively, looking over my shoulder and winking at him as he surveys me. His eyebrow plates shift, giving him a amused look, before he grabs a fistful of my dress and pulls me back to his body. Somehow possessive, but I'm not gonna complain about it.„I mean it. Ridiculous.”, he repeats in a mocked tone, smiling broadly at me now. I feel a bit uncomfortable under his gaze undressing me, but damn, I loved it when this exo was sassy. „But, but... I wear this for you...”, I whimper, turning away from him, starting to act out the most dramatic fake crying in the history of fake cries. „You hate it. I wanted to look pretty for our date.”, I sob, pretending to rub my eyes. „No, no, no... sweetie. You look stunning. I just hate Chr-”, I hear him awkwardly stutter behind my back, but I quickly turn around and laugh at his dumb but overall adorable helpless face. „Ha! Got you! Awww, you should see your stupid face!” I press a sweet kiss on his cold metal chin and take his hand in mine. ”Now come on, we're late for The Dawning market at the Bazaar, Grumpy.”, I sąy and pull him with me out of his beloved Hangar. Cayde follows me more or less unwillingly and sighs, squeezing my hand. „I swear, if I hear Last Christmas one more time I'm gonna blow something up.”, he mutters under his breath and I can't help but smirk at him. „Can't lie, I would love to see that.” He chuckles, the orange lights behind his mouth-plates outlining a smirk back at me. „A girl after my own heart.”, he praises, taking off his cloak and gently putting it around my bare back and shoulders. “You must be freezing. Worst case scenario, you'll get a cold. But maybe you'll only get a pneumonia.”, he jokes. “I think I see the benefits of being an exo, Cayde.” The awkwardness between us diminished slightly on the way to the Bazaar. I had known this man ever since he came to The Last City, seen him almost everyday when he wasn't on missions or busy with his vanguard duties - spending our free time together, going to the ramen shop, playing cards or just talking about whatever was going on in our heads. But now, his cloak was around my shoulders and we’re holding hands. We're having a date. A real date. This was different and he seems like a virtual stranger, but yet of course I still trust him. Just one look into his warm and glowing aqua blue optics is enough to push away my indecision completely. We reach the Bazaar and I'm pleasantly surprised. Snowflakes are dancing in the cold air and everything was beautifully decorated with lanterns and candles, giving the place a warm and cozy touch. I'm probably standing too long and awkwardly around just staring, because Cayde waves his hand in front of my face with a chuckle. “Still with me? Ramen time?”, he asks, already pulling me towards the ramen shop, but I hold him back. “Yes, get us a nice place to sit, I just need to get something real quick.”, I explain, giving him a little kiss on his cold metal chin and hurrying over to aunt Eva Levante. She was surrounded by dozens of guardians, buying last minute cookie ingredients and recipes, like their many and endless lives depended on it. I awkwardly shove my small body through all kinds of strong hunters, titans and warlocks to my aunt and greet the old lady with a quick kiss on the cheek, before grabbing a heart shaped box laying around next to the beautiful big blue handmade oven. Aunt Eva helped me baking these cookies for Cayde last night, since I'm the worst cook and baker in the whole wide universe, but thanks to her they actually turned out delicious, even though some of the ingredients we used sound gross as hell. I mean, Vex milk? Cabail oil? Taken butter? Ew. I don't mean to overreact, but if Cayde didn't like these cookies, I would never bake again. This really means much to me. He means much to me. Damn, I was really head over heels in love with this exo... I give auntie Eva another quick goodbye kiss, squeeze myself back through the mob of guardians and take a deep breath before walking over to the ramen shop where Cayde is waiting for me, or most likely causing trouble again. I was just gone for like one minute? “Come on, my man! I'm having a date with a beautiful girl for the first time in 100 years. I'll give you glimmer or one of my stashes if you give us your seat, come on!”, he's bothering a old man just trying to enjoy his ramen. “Caaayde.”, I hiss, pulling him away and giving him a forced sweet smile. “What are you doing? Why are you blackmailing this poor old man?”, I ask confused, before slapping his chest armor. “There's only one stool left and I was asking very politely if he could give it to us.”, he responds innocently, giving me his puppy eyes. It never fails me how expressive exos could look if they wanted to, especially this adorable fool. I shake my head and sigh, slapping his chest again. “Just let me sit on your lap, drama queen.”, I suggest. Cayde hops on the free stool and makes himself comfortable, spreading his legs wide, before patting his thigh, inviting me to take a seat. “Please make yourself comfortable. Best seat in the universe, I swear.”, he says, winking at me. What a sight he is. I hesitate for a second, asking myself what I've gotten myself into, but I can't resist and sink down on his thigh. Cayde's gloved hands grip my hips, pulling me halfway into his lap. Oh my, I was in his lap. Suggesting this solution was probably the best idea I've ever had. “Comfy huh? Amazing.”, he purrs into my ear. A shiver goes down my spine and my heart is hammering so hard, I'm afraid he could hear of feel it. Like it wasn't enough that the wink he'd given me just seconds ago already left me mildly out of my breath. How am I supposed to play it cool? Our date didn't even start yet and he was too overwhelming. “Cayde.” I take another deep breath and pull out the heart shaped box I've successfully managed to hide behind my back. “I made you something.” Cayde's optics dip to the little box in my hands and his eyebrow plates shift in surprise. “You made me something?”, he asks in disbelief, gently taking the box out of my hands, curiously studying his gift before opening it. A smile forms his mouth plates when my cookies are revealed in all it's beauty. “All this for me? No one ever made me something... Thank you, beautiful.” Cayde slightly leans over to me and softly pokes his cold lips on my cheek. “You're welcome. I hope I won't poison you.”, I give back with a smile, causing him to chuckle. “I've had worse deaths. It's more likely that I'm gonna poison you, cause...”, he pulls out a little bag out of his pants and hands it to me. “I've made you something too.”, he adds, and I could swear that he bows his head in shame a little. “What have you done now, silly?”, I ask amused, opening the little red paper bag and what I see makes my heart jump in excitement. To my amazement, he baked for me too! Cayde-6, yes, Cayde, the vanguard baked something for me! My eyes wander between his ashamed face and his cookies and when I take a closer look, these were totally burnt black and badly covered up in frosting and scrawly drawn smilies and hearts. I can't help myself and burst into laughter, throwing my arms around his neck. “You're so cute.”, I giggle, pressing my lips on his cold cheekbone, before I dug my face into his neck, breathing in the fierce leather of his armor. We feed each other with our presents and I'm having a hard time to not burst into laughter again. Cayde's baking attempts taste like nothing but pure soot covered in sugar and are so hard that I'm afraid that I'm gonna break my teeth or my jaw. Still I pretend that his cookies are the best thing I've ever eaten, because it's the cutest and nicest thing someone has ever done for me and I didn't want to hurt his feelings somehow. Gratefully we accept our bowl ramen and I'm really relieved that I don't have to continue to eat Cayde's burnt cookies, as mean as it sounds. We always shared a bowl together, it was one of our rituals by now, since I couldn't finish a whole potion on my own. It was nice. I curl my cold hands around the steaming hot bowl and take one slow sip of the stock with a sigh. It was spicy and mild, just the way I liked it. I smile in pleasure as the warm liquid starts to thaw me from the inside. It was still cold out here, although I was wearing Cayde's cloak and sitting on his lap. “You still like your ramen that way?”, he asks, twirling the noodles around his chopsticks. “It's lovely, Cayde...” I lean back and start to relax a little, while we continue feeding each other ramen and a sense of the familiar starts to come over me, warming me even more. He's oddly silent and I decide to prod a little. “So... No offence but I can't imagine you made the cookies yourself?”, I ask with a little grin, gesturing to his beautiful burnt cookies laying in my lap. Cayde looks away from me for a moment and scratches his head. “I … um... had  help.”, he confesses slowly, probably thankful that exos couldn't blush. “Zavala and Ikora.”, he adds and I can't help but laugh at his obvious embarrassment that the other vanguards helped him with the cookies. I admit, it probably wasn't the manliest thing to do, but it was quite endearing that he did this only for me. I giggle and edge closer to him, cup his chin in my hand and wipe away the grease of the ramen running down his mouth. His optics take a little and quick peek at my décolleté and that's enough to make me blush. Cayde's thumb gently tucks hair out of my face, behind my ear. The used and raw leather of his glove makes me gasp softly, as his thumb slips to my lips and he slowly leans in to me. His bright optics turn to dim slits and I can feel his hot breath tickling my lips, but somehow I panic when his face is close enough that his horn pokes my forehead - and so I panic. I press a quick kiss on his horn and pull down the hoodie over his face, before I jump off his lap. “Let's go play in the snow!”, I suggest, trying to change the awkward mood slightly. Cayde pulls back his hoodie and empties the bowl of ramen with a loud burp. What a man. “I know a nice place where we can play.”, he gives back, with a twinkle in his optics.

*** “Just like old times, huh?”, Cayde asks as we jump out of his ship right into the thick snow. “The Cosmodrome!”, I gasp in surprise and my eyes wander over the abandoned winter wonderland. The cold here literally takes my breath away. It had been so warm inside Cayde's ship, that I've totally forgotten about the weather outside and the fact that snow was actually cold, especially when you're just wearing a dress and boots. I guess this is what I get for dressing up sexy for Cayde and rejecting his attempts to kiss me. Good one, Karma. “Our own playground.”, he comments, wrapping his arms around my waist from behind and resting his chin on top of my head as we take in the view with mixed feelings. It's not our first visit, we've actually been here a few times before. I knew that he woke up here as guardian and many people died here in The Golden Age. All the rusty and left cars never fail to give me chills. The Cosmodrome was truly tragic. And beautiful. Tragically beautiful. “Are you alright, sweetheart?”, Cayde asks after a while, his voice sounds somehow concerned and his arms pull me in closer to his body. I turn around to face him and he looks down on me. I can feel his breath on my face, the heat of his body pressed on mine. I notice that I'm able to kiss him when I would be standing on my toes, but I'm too nervous. Cayde is my best friend, my crush. But still he somehow manages to make me feel so small and intimidated in the blink of an eye. An image of his warm hands wandering under my dress flashes my mind and I shiver, both with the cold and a little with anticipation, wondering what had gotten into me. I literally shake of the thought and smile at him. “I'm just freezing. Let's warm up. Snowball fight?” His optics move rapidly over my face and he takes a confident pose, crossing his arms. “You know I'm gonna kick your butt, right?”, he gives back, one of his optics winking at me. In my defense, I pull out my tongue at him in return. “Challenge accepted, old man.” I hear the sounds of Cayde's boots crunching in the snow and he tentatively takes my hand in his. I look up into his bright blue optics and he doesn't hesitate to pull me closer toward the Cosmodrome. Holding his hand seems like the most natural thing in the world, but this time it feels electric. Exciting. My hand feels so small in his big gloved hand. So small, but lost and found. Another imagine of those big gloved hands exploring every inch of my body flashes my mind. His strong arms holding his weight above me follows and I quickly push it away. Somehow shocked by the raw animal lust that seems to take over my sanity and reason. We walk past the rusty cars and I don't even notice how I squeeze his hand until he squeezes back softly. Suddenly I nearly slip and fall when I step on a piece of ice and cling to his hand. Cayde quickly grabs my waist until I regain my balance and watches me with amusement, as I squeal and struggle for his grip on the slippery ice. Gratefully I mouth a “thanks”, trying my best to keep walking without further incidents, when he all of a sudden let's go of my hand and runs away from me. “I'm gonna own you!”, he calls, turning to a car and grabbing a fistful of snow from the covered surface. I narrow my eyes and pull my tongue at him, quickly running away in the different direction where the snow was thicker and more cars afforded me cover and good places to hide. Failing to concentrate on my strategy to actually own him, I can't help but laugh at the tension between us. It's just the two of us. Cayde and me. All alone at the Cosmodrome. A snowball whizzed by my head, luckily missing me. It's followed by a shout of triumph from Cayde. Seems like he didn't mean to treat me like a queen anymore, so fine with me! I start to run into another direction, bend down to collect snow, trying to make it as difficult as possible for him to hit me. While running I scoop up some snow and throw it in his direction. Hit or miss. I laugh out loud, ducking for cover behind a car as he throws another quick snowball at me. His aim was terribly good, after all he was a hunter, but it harmlessly lands in the snow beside me. I take the chance and bend again, scoop up a handful of snow and shape it into a tight ball, before taking careful aim and throwing it full force at his chest. He's a distance away from me, but my snowball hits his body, exploding in a puff of snowflakes and leaving a white mark on his armor. Cayde narrows his optics at me and throws another snowball back. I quickly hide behind a tree, somehow avoiding most of it, but screaming with delight at our little war here. I'm already out of breath, not only from the cold, but also from running and screaming my lungs out. Chucking another snowball at him, Cayde is starting to run full tilt at me with a new snowball in his hand, shrugging off my pathetic attempt like it's nothing. Squealing I run away from him as quickly as my feet carry me over the snow, but his snowball hits me at the back of my neck though, making me shiver and squeal even more. I feel a frisson of excitement as I run, like I'm being pursued and I'm his prey. I duck behind a car to recover, bending over, hands on my knees to catch my breath for a second. I'm breathing really heavily by now and have snow halfway up my dress, feeling the melting cold dripping down my back. The sound of Cayde's boots crunching in the snow brings me back to reality and I, slightly recovered, pick up a handful of snow and warily glance around the car. Suddenly something hits my face hard and cold. My vision is getting blurry into a white stain. “Ouch! Cayde, you hit me!” “I hit you in a friendly way!” “In the face?” I wipe away the snow out of my eyes to try and see how close he was to me, when he straight ahead tackles me deep into the soft, powdery snow, safely catching our bodies. Cayde piles his full weight on me and a startled woah escapes his mouth. He's lying on top of me, his kneepads are pressed between my legs and his horn is gently poking my forehead. I expect him to get off me any second, but to my surprise, he doesn't move at all. His bright blue optics are looking deeply into my eyes, as his rapid breath is misting in the cold December air. Suddenly, I don't see the carefree manchild I used to hang out with before. This Cayde was a grown and strong man who had pinned me down in the snow. I was already out of breath but the nearness of him took the rest of it away. “You won, Cayde. Get off me.”, I surrender so half-heartedly that it makes him chuckle. “No. I'm not done with you yet, babe.”, he whispers and carefully leans down, gently covering my mouth with his own. His metallic lip-plates are as cold as ice, but as our heartbeats speed up, our lips start to thaw slightly. We deepen the kiss and my tongue explores the insides of his mouth, all hot and hard. Sadly my tongue can't find another tongue in his mouth to dance with, but it gladly continues exploring. I moan as we kiss, clasping his neck and pushing myself closer to him, so desperate to be nearer to his skin. My entire body is pulsing with my heartbeat and I can feel him pressing into me, arousing me even more. I moan his name and let him know that I want him as well. Cayde shifts up onto his elbows, letting some of the stored warm air between us escape into the cold air. There's an electric sensation as his gloved hand brushes the inside of my thighs. I can't help but gasp and arch my back when his hand wanders up to my panties. There's a steely glint in his optics as he smiles down to me and it once again never fails to amaze me how expressive exos could look. This was a different side of Cayde-6 that I've never seen before and it excites me... I need more of him. I want more of him. A sudden coldness strucks my thighs, when his gloved hands pull up my skirt over my hips very slightly. His optics seem to scan every inch of my exposed skin and save it as jpeg, before he unzips his pants. The sound of his zipper, a sound I've heard many times before in my life, startles me again and I push myself up onto my elbows. He quickly kisses me and his optics glow somehow earnestly at me. “Trust me. I got you.”, he whispers softly and continues to kiss me as he pushes me slowly back down into the snow. His hand slips back between our bodies again. I feel my panties being pushed aside and replaced with something hard and warm as he thrusts down into me with no forewarning. A jolt of electricity flows through me as I realize that Cayde actually intends to take me, right here, right now, at the Cosmodrome. “Cayde... fuck!”, I blurt out amazed and overwhelmed at the same time, arching my back and digging my nails into his shoulders. I can feel him sinking deeper into me with a grunt. “Yeah, fuck. That's exactly what we're going to do right now...Fuck.”, he groans back, burying his cold faceplate in the bend of my neck. I shiver at the sensation, as he thrusts up in me for the second time. My muscles stretch around him and I can feel every inch of his smooth and warm hardness as he moves inside of me. The snow allows no sound of anything else but my gasps, his moans and the rustle of my dress and his armor rubbing together. I move against him and clench my thighs around his waist, allowing him to sink deeper. It was a little tricky with the tiny gap in clothing that we allowed, but I can hear his breath accelerate as I pull him further into me. We start to move in a faster rhythm, every push in a soft grunt from him and every pull out a small moan from me. Cayde fits me so well, so perfectly, it's like our two bodies seem to melt together into one. I can feel every hair on my body stiffening and standing up as he moves in and out of me, causing an electric sensation over my entire body as his worn and dirty armor rubs against my new dress and lacey panties. Cayde's grunting by now, moving his hot lip-plates over mine and breathing into my mouth. His optics are shut and his body is visibly jerking and shaking a little, like he was trying to hold himself back. I grab his hoodie and pull him close to my face. “You feel so good, Cayde... Don't hold yourself back anymore. Let go.”, I whisper in his ear, before pressing a kiss on his horn. Cayde obeys and increases his speed and the strength of his thrusts. My muscles start to tremble, a light vibration from within that I've never felt with a man inside me before. Not that I had much experience, especially not with exos, but it didn't happen to me often that I ended up with my crush in the middle of nowhere in the snow where he fucked my brains out. After all it was someone special. It was Cayde. My Cayde. Not quite sure what's happening to me, but aware that pleasure and release must lie at the other end of it, I start to twist and struggle beneath his body pinning me down. “Caydie... I... just keep moving. Don't stop.”, I encourage the handsome robot, even though my brain can’t form a proper sentence anymore. Only a series of moans escape my mouth and I use my fingers to dig deeper into his shoulder and arms. My sharp nails leave half moons in the dark leather of his armor and Cayde speeds up, frenziedly like an animal. A surge of heat and inevitable slowness overcomes me and I lose my breath, as pure pleasure hits me like a wave and all of my muscles clench around Cayde. I can't tell if I make any sort of noise at all, or if I was hearable across the whole Cosmodrome. All I can concentrate on is Cayde inside and on top of me. Filling and surrounding me. My orgasm probably pushes him over the edge as well, because he suddenly comes too. His metallic features contorts and he growls loudly, as his body is getting stiff. He doesn’t give up yet and keeps thrusting into me a couple more times, before he empties himself inside me and collapses on top of me, still careful that his horn doesn't hit my face or head. Our heavy panting unites. “I hate to say this but... this Dawning is not so bad....”, he confesses with a tired smirk forming his lip-plates. I want more of Cayde. Want to rip off his armor, stroke my hands up and down his constructed body, dig my nails into his shoulders, scratch over the surface of his back and leave silver lines in the metallic blue paintwork, but mostly... I wanted to do that to him inside at home.