#young wolf x crow

[a-driftamongopenstars]

Unforgettable; Guardian x Crow ficlet

Yes, another bonfire fic :D I just can't stop writing this scene

also on ao3

The sun has begun to creep through the needles of evergreen pines, softly turning the half-hidden sky to pastels of yellow. 

In a small forest clearing, the Guardian is sleeping in a tent. Osiris left for a walk, claiming that fresh air at this hour is most useful to refresh one's mind. Crow is not sure whether Osiris left just now or much earlier, when the night was sweet and thickly dark. 

The bonfire is nothing but ashes and bits of wood now, slightly smoking with its final embers. Crow pokes it with a long stick, sending a cloud of ashen dust into the air. 

Was the whole of last night a dream? 

He stares into his thoughts, eyes vacant. Still feeling drunk, still woozy, alcohol mixed with sleep deprivation, for he has naught a bit of sleep in his eyes. 

He remembers dancing. Laughing and sword fighting with empty bottles, accidentally smashing one against the tree trunk and laughing about it until his voice turned hoarse. 

He has never laughed so much in this life. 

He remembers the Guardian's thoughtful stare, even through their joyful merriment. Gnawing like a hook in his chest, tugging with occasional questions he is not sure he wants any answers for. 

Somewhere deep in the night, he also remembers… kissing. The hot, hungry kind, the one that goes through your body and makes you feel in all kinds of beautiful ways. 

Crow smiles, eyes closing to remember better. 

He is not sure who started it. Could be they stumbled into each other after the bottle-sword fight. Could be the Guardian, driven by wine, initiated it. It could even be a dare, just for Crow to find out what kissing was like. 

Could be Crow, doing what he wanted to do ever since he and the Guardian became friends. 

Still, his memory fills his mind with sweet drunken recollections. The Guardian's mouth was good and felt good. They liked it when he pressed his tongue in it, so he did it more. It was awkward and a bit funny at first, but it was good, too. He seemed to remember the motions, yet was finding them all new and exhilarating. He suddenly wanted so many things, he wanted to be more than what he was, and that possibility dangled in front of him, for once more than a dream and a hollow promise. It seemed real. 

There was more to the kiss, too. Crow felt wanted, and it wrapped his loneliness in a cocoon of healing. Crow found out that having the Guardian's hands all over his body somehow made him more real, more grounded. He remembers wanting to claw his clothes off, just to feel the touch against his skin. 

He is glad the Guardian stopped him. 

Did they whisper they'll do it another time? 

Crow awakes from his daydreaming when he nearly falls off the log he is sitting on. 

Sitting beside him is the Guardian, who must have crawled out of the tent. Barely awake, cradling their head in a bout of hangover. When their eyes land on Crow, he has a momentary fear that they don't remember. Or worse, that they do, and it was all a terrible drunken mistake. He has apologies ready on his tongue and a corner in his mind where he can shove those memories, never to be addressed again. 

The Guardian rises and pushes Crow to make space on the log. They smile a little and grab a bottle of water to cleanse their mind. 

Crow feels the quiet tension release as the sun climbs higher, warmer, awaking flocks of birds in the trees. A perfect sunrise. 

He looks at the Guardian, fingers fiddling with the bottle. And when the Guardian looks up, their lips break into a smile. 

I didn't forget, they say. 

And Crow smiles back, hopeful to find out what exactly it means for both of them. 

[dragonanalei]

not me drawing crow and my guardian again

i love them, your honor

[xiwangxian4everix]

Cant wait for my journey to continue !!!!!

[msfreakshow]

[call-me-honkie]

No More Guarantees

No More Guarantees - AO3 Communication isn’t their greatest strength, but the Guardian decides now is the time to let Crow know how much they care about him.

Just as Ikora had recommended, the Guardian sought Crow out. To spend time with him, first and foremost, in case one of them died within the next month or week or even day. But the Guardian hadn’t recalled ever expressing how much he meant to them—that they cared for him and saw him as their closest friend (besides Ghost). And with the Traveler having nearly left humanity… Well, it was high time they said it to him. In person. Out loud. Who knew what the next day could bring? They thought grimly. The light particles from transmatting into the H.E.L.M. were still clinging to them when they descended the stairs and saw Crow in his usual spot, his mouth set in a grim line. Both were silent as the Guardian approached. The Guardian surprised themselves by speaking first. That was… The Guardian sighed. They swore their bones creaked as they forced out the next word: Hard. “I can only imagine,” Crow said tensely. “Seeing it from up there…” He rubbed the back of his neck. “It was hard enough from the Tower.” They shook their head. It wasn’t that. Or… it wasn’t just that, the Guardian clarified. Crow’s brows twitched together. “What do you mean?” The care on his face, in his voice, made their heart crack. It made them want to shake their head again and withdraw. Never you mind, little bird, they wanted to say. I’m just talking, is all. That’s not what they came to say to Crow, anyway. But there were no more guarantees. Well, there never had been in the first place, but they hadn’t felt that ticking clock so acutely before, until then. Until they watched the Traveler take flight from its nest in the Last City. Until it froze. It felt less as if it had chosen to stay and more as if it had simply given up. Was its motivation really that simple? Survival, and nothing more? They shook their head again as Crow gently probed, “Guardian?” The mission was hard, they got out in a frenzy. All of them have been hard. They could barely walk back home by the end of them these days. Eramis herself even said it was a pathetic last stand. Crow’s bewildered face made them want to transmat their helmet back on. “What? Of course Eramis would say that. She was trying to get a rise out of you.” They shook their head. She was not. “What? Guardian, you won, why—” They cut across him: They threw everything they had into that mission, and they still only won a pyrrhic victory by a razor’s edge. Even hard-won victories had never been that hard before. They wrapped their arms around themselves. They… they were slipping. Crow was quiet, his mouth parted like he wanted to say something, but wasn’t sure what. Their face was hot with shame at their own confession and they couldn’t meet his amber gaze. They shook their head again and turned to leave, but Crow caught their forearm. “Why is your first thought ‘I’m slipping and it’s my fault,’” Crow asked carefully, “instead of ‘My enemies are getting stronger because there’s war on the horizon?’” The Guardian was silent. “Confession time.” Crow’s lips twitched up a little. “I used to think you were unflappable, Guardian. Nothing ever seemed to bother you. It sorta scared me, to be honest. But I know you better now. I…” They could feel his thumb stroke their forearm, even through their armor. “I see you, Guardian. You’re my friend, you know? I know things do bother you. You’re just terrific at locking it all up.” He gave a sad smile. “You take responsibility for everything. Even for your enemies’ successes. But when you do that…” He frowned. “When you do that, you deny the people around you the chance to step up to the plate and share the burden.” Tears leaked out of the corners of their eyes. Crow’s lips parted in shock, but he quickly recovered. His small smile returned. “And, uh… hey, your enemies worked hard for their victory, so don’t be cruel. Share the credit.” They choked a small, tired laugh. He put his hand on their shoulder. “I know it’s not my place to tell you how to deal with things, but… you can rely on me.” He looked away shyly. “If you… want, that is. I know I’m not the best person to give advice about coping strategies.” They felt like they were smiling and frowning at the same time. They blurted, I care about you. Crow blushed. “I… you, too.” And—the Guardian had to gather courage for the second part of what they came to tell him—was it silly that he, of all people, was their closest friend? What if he’d only ever seen them as a… casual friend? An acquaintance? No, they had to tell him. They squared their shoulders. And you’re my closest friend. Besides Ghost. “You, too.” Crow rubbed the back of his neck. His smile was heavy. “You, too.” They returned his heavy smile. It would only get harder for everyone; they both knew that. But it was an honor to at least share the weight of it with him.

[fernsplaysthings]

Birdfriends. Strand.

[familiar-anonymous]

✨boom boom!✨

[shortcake1233]

I can’t properly explain how much I NEED Kit to whisper the line “I can read to him” to Jan Van Eck in the spin-off.

[guestofthisworld]

In conclusion, I've decided to stan.

[a-driftamongopenstars]

Hunter Vanguard Crow and his Young Wolf girlfriend Cherish 💖 please don't repost or claim as your own bungie i owe you everything ever ever ;-;

[dragonanalei]

Saw a cute pose on pinterest and had to draw them :3

[remusfinglupin]

Two tickets to Barbie please

[sprnklersplashes]

My favourite part of show!Wesper is how Jesper says to Wylan "I can't make you any promises" then cut to two episodes later and he's declaring his eternal love and devotion to him and then another two episodes later he gives him a key to his place.

"I can't make you any promises" Jesper bby you're already looking at rings and wondering where to send the kids to school

[emmedoesntdomath]

*jesper and wylan getting arrested*

officer, glaring at them both: anything you would like to confess?

jesper, glaring right back: nope

officer, nodding, writing on his pad: guilty

jesper, sputtering: but- what???

officer, ignoring him, turning to wylan: and you?

wylan, doing his best impression of a baby duckling: nope

officer, eyes narrowing:

wylan, blinking innocently:

officer, nodding again, writing on his notes: must have gotten lost

jesper, who knows that ALL successful parts of the plan were wylan’s and not his: oh come on-

[yourartmatters-itswhatgotmehere]

yes♥

[diangelosdays]

more wesper♡