#zavala x female guardian

[unlucky-phantom]

Crow x Reader SFW Relationship Alphabet

So, I tried my best with this one, I hope you enjoy it. sorry if its a little OOC. i love crow but he's a character I've not had much exposure to. its also not been massively proof read but either way I hope you all enjoy! (I've yet to add the links to the lore books but when its not 11pm I will!)

xoxo

A = Affection (How affectionate are they? How do they show affection?)

At first crow is a bit hesitant with affection. What if he did it wrong? What if he was too much? What if you realised you didn’t like him? This led to a rather frustrating lack of communication with crow hesitant to initiate affection and you pulling back slightly thinking his lack of affection was in response to being overwhelmed by your own actions. After it reaches its peak you both sit down and clear the air. Crow gets things off his chest and realises you more than welcome any affection he wants to give.

At first its secretive, shy. More cuddles and kisses when you’re both relaxing in your apartment. He’ll makes you tea or coffee on cold mornings before heading out, draw you baths when you get back covered in dirt, sweat and something he frankly daren’t ask about. His affection is soft and warm.

Eventually he’ll feel comfortable enough to show a little more affection outside your little slice of privacy. His Pinky will find yours, linking them as you listen to one of Osiris’s lectures, he’ll place a hand on the small of your back, thumb making soft soothing circles.

B = Best friend (What would they be like as a best friend? How would the friendship start?)

His mind is in two sorts. One side shies away, best case scenario guardians would be polite, but he could see the slight contempt for him in their eyes, especially the hunters. The other side, the side desperate for connection with someone, anyone, wants to reach out to you. Its this side that wins when you and crow are paired up on a routine patrol in the dreaming city to some more dangerous areas infested with taken. When he isn’t treated to the usual harshness, the malicious and reluctant compliance with being paired with him, he relaxes a little. Glints incessant chatter in his ear about how nice you were and how he should ask to do something with you in the tower, or talk to you more, or even just smile at you a little more.

To his surprise after the patrol, you offer to take him out to the ramen joint and, after getting over his surprise, he agrees and it blossoms from there.

You’re both very close, attached at the hip and rarely going on missions and patrols without one another. He’s a very protective and considerate friend. Zavala, Osiris, and a few others had shown him forgiveness and understanding but none like you. You truly cared. He’s the first to speak up if he feels the vanguard are putting too much on you and taking advantage of your willingness to help.

C = Cuddles (Do they like to cuddle? How would they cuddle?)

This touch starved man is desperate for anything he can get.

Crows first touch from a guardian was a female titan who had spotted him as he took his first steps into the world of guardians. She proceeded to snap his collar bone and crush his pelvis with a flaming hammer and left him to die there from internal haemorrhaging. After that he decided to cover his face and very rarely sought out the touch of other guardians.

Then came you.

he trusted you enough to sleep near you, let you touch him, knowing you wouldn’t hurt him. You would sit by the campfire, leant against one another, and slowly sink into a peaceful albite short slumber.

After you and crow get closer as friends and something more, you would both find solace in each other’s arms, whether it was after a particularly harrowing mission, loss of a friend or simply a bad day full of minor inconveniences.

After you start dating, he’s so cuddly. In your apartment, he’s all over you. Cooking? he’s there behind you, arms round your waist. Laundry? Same deal. In bed? You don’t need that weighted blanket anymore, you have an awoken male shaped pillow on top of you. He’s very fond of how your fingers gently trace the swirls of light on his face as he relaxes into you.

D = Domestic (Do they want to settle down? How are they at cooking and cleaning?)

Crow knows the possibility of being able to settle down is slim to none. Theres always a new threat, a new enemy but he can dream.

This man can’t cook to save his life. He can make edible meals but cook something and make it taste good on purpose, not so much. He puts effort into other things though, always helping out with the chores when you’ve both got the time to do them. Being house proud tends to come second to being a guardian out in the field.

E = Ending (If they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?)

I honestly can’t see crow leaving you unless you did something heinous that he just can’t forgive. If he did it would be face to face after convincing from Osiris and saint or glint. When he does see you, you have to coax what he’s trying to say out of him because he’s just that nervous. And if you cry? That’ll just break him.

F = Fiance(e) (How do they feel about commitment? How quick would they want to get married?)

Crow is very quick to commit. As soon as he knows that you both have the same feelings for one another and that he can trust you, he will never stray from your side. Unlike Cayde who would promise to marry you when everything dies down, crow is the opposite. Nothing big or lavish and he’ll try his best to get a nice ring, but he would want everyone to know and to have that promise and commitment. A small ceremony consisting of very close friends, probably officiated by Mara, Zavala or Osiris takes place in the courtyard at dusk as the sun is setting.

G = Gentle (How gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?)

Emotionally, crow is very aware. After years of picking up the subtle glares, veiled threats and reading between the lines crow is very in tuned to other people’s emotions, especially yours. He knows when your calm face remains so but your fists client and jaw sets that your moments away from punching the next annoyance that passes you, he notices the tiredness in your eyes no matter how hard you try to hide it and he always notices the glassiness in your gaze as you fight back tears. And he always knows how to help. A calming hand, a warm embrace, a hot drink, and a blanket. He’ll never dismiss your feelings.

Physically, crow is equally as gentle. Uldrens hands were tools of death, Deaths of many and he wants to be anything but that. When touching you he’s always gentle, he treats you with reverences, like you’re the most precious thing he’s held and to him its true.

H = Hugs (Do they like hugs? How often do they do it? What are their hugs like?)

This is pretty much covered in the cuddles section. At first, he was a little adverse to touch but after you hug him out of sheer relief he was addicted and realised what he had been missing out.

Crows’ coms had gone down mid mission while the pair of you had been separated during a high-risk mission. No matter what you had tried you couldn’t establish a connection. You reach the exfil point and…. nothing. he wasn’t there. You waited and just as you were about to go and look for him, he emerges looking worse for wear, armour muddied, cloak torn a little at the edges and panting. You didn’t give it a second thought you surge forward, wrapping your arms around him, telling him how worried you were. He freezes but with a little encouragement from glint he relaxes and returns the hug.

Crows’ hugs are gentle but firm, holding you close as he buries his face into your hair or the side of your neck. Nine times out of ten you will have to be the one to end the hug or you’ll be there a long time.

I = I love you (How fast do they say the L-word?)

Crow would be the first to say it. Hed take you somewhere scenic, you’d have been dancing round one another’s feeling for a while. He’s a fumbling mess, what you didn’t see was the 15-minute prep talk he got from glint. When he does say it, it’s quiet, he’s holding your hands as he finally says the words. His eyes watching you closely waiting for the rejection or the horror that…never comes. When you return the little 3 words, he’s letting out a breath he’s been holding far too long.

J = Jealousy (How jealous do they get? What do they do when they’re jealous?)

He gets jealous, not a lot but he does. He likes having your attention. You’re attentive, caring, and sweet, of course he wants to be the one you focus on. He totally doesn’t move your favourite plushie across the room because you cuddled it instead of him that night…. doesn’t matter that he got home after you’d fallen asleep, it should have been him. He never voices these things because he knows its unreasonable and this manifests as frustration and frequent berating of himself. When you notice his change in behaviour and ask him, he comes clean about his feelings, he explains how he feels bad about it and is surprised when you comfort him and explain that a little jealousy is normal and okay, as long as he doesn’t let it get out of hand.

K = Kisses (What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you? Where do they like to be kissed?)

Crow’s kisses are soft and unhurried. He likes to make the most of every single one. He’s a tad inexperienced, before he got Uldrens memories, he had never kissed another, steering away from taking off his mask. And Uldren wasn’t exactly a magnet for physical affection, so crow hasn’t had much practice. Much to his delight, you’re quick to rectify this.

Crow will kiss you everywhere but he’s particularly fond of your wrists, forehead, and nape of your neck when spooning.

Crow adores any kisses you give him, be it lips, cheeks or anywhere else. He won’t admit that he’s very fond of when you kiss a particular spot just under his jaw line that makes him melt.

L = Little ones (How are they around children?)

Crow has a surprising amount of experience with children. Uldren would tell stories to eliksni children, even putting voices on, earning him delighted laughter. Crow misses this, he often tells glit about the times he would tell exciting tales to the children and when Eido suggests him coming to tell the children stories again one day., well…how could he turn down an offer like that, and of course you got an invite.

When he’s with the children, sat cross legged on the floor as the many eyes watch him with an alarming amount of attention, its like a new side of him peaks out, a soft and confident demeanour as he does all the sound effects and voices for the young ones who cant supress their giggles. Occasionally your eyes will meet as he tells the tales, and you don’t mis the faint blush that dusts his cheeks.

M = Morning (How are mornings spent with them?)

Mornings are slow and warm and cosy. Wrapped in the blankets and one another’s embrace. Words are hushed and murmured, quiet giggles and soft smiles as you each fight one another to prevent each other from leaving the warmth of the covers. When you eventually climb out of the bed, crow is making coffee while you cook breakfast before you leave onto perform whatever task the day holds. On occasion alarms will get slumber leading to panicked rushing and mad dashing around the room to get dressed. Once crow face planted the floor trying to put on socks and you laughed so hard you forgot you were late and got a very stern talking to from Zavala and had to put up with crows pouting all day.

N = Night (How are nights spent with them?)

Nights are spent wrapped up on the sofa. If you’ve been busy on patrols and missions, then its take out and drinks at home. Glint loves these nights, bouncing between the pair of you and your own ghost as you sit and chat. On nights when the pair of you have a little more energy, walks in the tower and trips to the few restaurants in the last city, trying new food and experiences. Crow loves the long nights sat up talking, its quiet and no one has any expectations of either of you, allowing the pair of you to just be.

O = Open (When would they start revealing things about themselves? Do they say everything all at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?)

Crow knows you likely know his past. Its no secret, most everyone in the tower knew, no doubt at the beginning of your friendship people warned you about him, sent you the same glares, the same spiteful words. Despite this you stick by him, and he finds himself slowly opening up to you. Small stories from Uldrens childhood, moments in the dreaming city, his experiences after being ressed and fears for the future are shared over drinks in the night.

P = Patience (How easily angered are they?)

While crow is a fairly patient guardian, he can be a little brash. Naïve and eager to fight the fight against darkness sometimes he needs to be heled back and reminded of the risks before charging in headfirst. This is even more so if its you the vanguard are discussing throwing into the fight. If you’re sent on a solo mission, he’s pacing the tower until you’re back, until he knows you’re safe. Like Cayde, he has your armour, weapons and ship committed to memory in case the worst happens and he has to go out and find you.

Q = Quizzes (How much would they remember about you? Do they remember every little detail you mention in passing, or do they kind of forget everything?)

You are everything to this guardian and he’s going to try and commit everything to memory. Your favourite food, drinks, how you like your tea and coffee, your routines, birthday, anniversary. Everything he can remember he does, anything he’s worried about forgetting, well, glint is more than happy to help.

R = Remember (What is their favorite moment in your relationship?)

When you and crow began to grow closer together as friends, he starts to notice…peculiar things. His heart racing when you’re near, sweaty palms, nervousness. After multiples talks with Osiris, saint and glint he decides maybe he should talk to you. He invites you on a trip to the dreaming city on the promise of showing you his favourite part of the dreaming city’s gardens. That area is, thankfully, devoid of taken or scorn. You both sit in the soft grass surrounded by plants of all colours and the amethyst hue of the surrounding rock formations. He shares some of his most treasured memories until a nudge from glint who gave him an eager whisper about how he’s stalling. Eventually through awkward fumbled words and a new hue of blue/purple on his cheeks which you eventually figure out is him blushing, he confesses his feeling to you. And much to his delight, you reciprocate them.

S = Security (How protective are they? How would they protect you? How would they like to be protected?)

Very protective. Crow has lost far too much, risked far too much to lose you. Crow would go on every mission he could with you and if he couldn’t, you can bet he’ll be on coms with you the whole time. Crow would have your 6 no matter what, god help anything that tries to take you from him.

Crow won’t admit it but he loves when you defend him against the lessening but still there harsh words of guardians who refuse to trust he is no longer Uldren. Seeing you reprimand them, scolding them with words about how caring and sweet and strong he was and how they were wrong for judging him based on a life he now had no control over. He thinks he’s slick and that you don’t know he likes it, not realising the dumb grin on his face afterwards gives everything away.

T = Try (How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?)

He tries, bless him. But he’s not the most experienced with courting. Dates are private affairs rather than big grand gestures. Maybe he got glint to find a recipe to cook your favourite meal ready for you when you get home, picnics somewhere not infested with fallen, cabal or hive and grabbing a meal at a small restaurant. Glint is always eager to help and offering well-meaning but questionable suggestions.

Everyday tasks, he’s making you tea, running your baths, this man will do anything for you if it makes you smile no matter how boring or laborious.

Gifts include anything from a little something you spotted in the bazar but decided not to buy because your saving glimmer to a new titan mark/warlock bond/ hunter cloak specialised just for you.

U = Ugly (What would be some bad habits of theirs?)

Crow is incredibly self-sacrificing and at times self-deprecating. Deep down he still holds himself accountable for Uldrens actions. To repent for his actions, he throws himself into risky missions sometime with little regard for his wellbeing.  When he’s feeling the effects of nightmares, intrusive thoughts, and the horrors of Uldrens past he pulls away from everyone, choosing solitude rather than expressing to the people close and that care for him that he needs help and he’s struggling.

V = Vanity (How concerned are they with their looks?)

After being freed from spider’s grasp Osiris gifted him a cloak made by Eva Lavante which quickly becomes one of his treasured possessions which he, almost excessively, makes sure is clean and pristine. He detests being dirty after missions and patrols so regularly showers and when he comes out of the shower smelling of your body wash and shampoo you can’t help but chuckle, his embarrassed mumbles of “it just smells nice” reaching your ears. You make sure to buy plenty of that brand from then on.

He takes care of his own hair, shaving it shorter on the side himself, very carefully with a mirror. He’s very surprised one evening when you approach him and offer to cut it for him. He eyes you suspiciously and on the promise that you won’t cut it too short or make him bald, he hands you the clippers. Soon it’s a regular thing that he lets you help take care of his hair.

W = Whole (Would they feel incomplete without you?)

You are crows’ sanctuary. A place away from the nightmares, haunting memories, and fear. Somewhere warm, safe, and calming. You keep him grounded, from running headfirst into trouble. He hasn’t felt whole in a long time, especially after getting back his memories as Uldren but with your help, he slowly feels like he’s reclaiming his image, his life, and his future.

X = Xtra (A random headcanon for them.)

Glint ADORES you. I mean adores you. The second glint saw you treating crow as crow and not Uldren, he thought you were brilliant. crow wasn’t amazing at selfcare so seeing you look after his guardian kept glint buzzing. Glint regularly finds place on your shoulder or lap when you’re relaxing with crow and crow thanks you when on rare occasion glints chatting gets a bit much and you take the chatter box into the next room, talk of ‘the headless ones’’ drifting through the wall, reaching crows ears, and making him chuckle.

One mission crow returns tired and worn out. While he’s asleep you notice that there’s a clear rip in his beloved cloak that’s left resting on the chair. When he wakes up to see you, needle in hand, occasionally cursing as the needle pricks your finger. He’s surprised to see you diligently sewing his cloak as glint whispers hushed encouragements. That’s when crow knew. That’s when he knew he picked the right person.

Y = Yuck (What are some things they wouldn’t like, either in general or in a partner?)

People who refuse to see him as crow and only see Uldren. He understands to a degree how hard it can be but when people throw Caydes death in his face over and over and over, it grates.

Crow wouldn’t like a partner who didn’t like glint, glints always been encouraging and sweet as well as protective of crow and it works the other way to. If you don’t get on with glint or glint doesn’t like you, it’s going to be a hard time getting any closer than friends.

Z = Zzz (What is a sleep habits of theirs?)

This guy barely slept. He would take 2-to-3-hour long power naps at best when you first get to know him. Sat in the hanger, hidden amongst the crates cloak acting as a blanket. Leant against you as you read on the sofa, one of your hands in his hair putting him to sleep in seconds.

When you two begin sleeping in the same bed together, he’s worried about keeping you up, with nightmares, restless sleep and late nights but when you both lay in bed, his head on your chest and hand in his hair he melts. And for the first time since being resurrected he has a full night’s sleep, no nightmares, no waking up only hours later, no thrashing in his sleep, just blissful rest.

[ao3feed-brucewayne]

Light of Tomorrow: Destiny x DC Post-Crisis/New Earth Universe - Y/N-Verse

read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/fmg1xuN by PrimeofPrimes115 (Supergirl x Male Reader) When a Guardian and his Ghost, find themselves on another world, where the Light and Dark have began to spill into this new discovered dimension... They had no idea of the adventures that awaited in store for them, where they'd meet new allies, new enemies and someone, a blonde haired "Super" girl that would catch his heart. Will they find a way home? How will the Vanguard operate in his absence? The new Hunter and his Ghost roam amongst this New Earth that they would soon call... A second home to defend... "Eyes up Guardian!" Words: 96219, Chapters: 23/?, Language: English Series: Part 1 of Y/N-Verse Fandoms: Destiny - Fandom, New Earth - Fandom, DC Comics Rating: Mature Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence Categories: F/M Characters: Kara Zor-El, Male Guardian (Destiny), Kal-el, Bruce Wayne, Zavala (Destiny), Ikora Rey, Cayde-6 (Destiny), Teen Titans (DCU), Justice League (DCU), Outsiders (DCU), Vanguard (Destiny) Relationships: Kara Zor-El & Reader, Female & Reader Additional Tags: Relationship(s), Action/Adventure, Science Fiction, DC universe - Freeform, Post-Crisis (DCU), New Earth, Hunter Guardian (Destiny), supergirl - Freeform, Loose Canon read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/fmg1xuN

[lilyrose-terraharuka]

I FUCKING LOVE FEMALE GUARDIAN/READER X VANGUARDS (Commander Zavala, Ikora Rey, and Cayde-6) FANFICS!!

WE NEED MORE OF THEM: BOTH SFW AND NSFW!!

[fireteampassenger]

Fireteam Passenger Vanguard File

> REMOTE VANGUARD DATABASE TEXT-ONLY SEARCH INITIALIZED.

> WELCOME, USER "HOPE".

> PLEASE ENTER SEARCH QUERY.

.> Fireteam registry

>PLEASE INPUT NAME OF DESIRED FIRETEAM

.> Passenger

>3 SEARCH RESULTS FOR: Fireteam Passenger. MCGRATH, A: MCGRATH, K: R-8. WHICH FILE DO YOU WISH TO VIEW?

.>McGrath, A

>ASHLEY MCGRATH. CLASS: HUNTER (GUNSLINGER). GHOST: TALLO. RACE: HUMAN. HEIGHT: 1.85 M. WEIGHT: 81.193 kg. SEX: FEMALE. EYES: GREEN. AGE: 1214. COMBAT STATUS: ACTIVE.  MARITAL STATUS: MARRIED (See file: MCGRATH, K). AFFILIATIONS: VANGUARD (FIRETEAM SW-52097, CALLSIGN “PASSENGER”, FIRETEAM DS-621, CALLSIGN "DEGENERATE"), SHADOWS OF YOR (DREDGEN), DEAD ORBIT (FORMER). KNOWN ALIASES: DREDGEN EALAIN, ROWAN, LIARIA OAKLEY. MEDICAL HISTORY: HOSPITALIZED FOR 1+ YEARS FOLLOWING AWOL INCIDENT (SEE FILES: CAYDE-6, ULDREN SOV, SCORN, TANGLED SHORE). DIAGNOSED WITH COMPLEX POST TRAUMATIC STRESS DISORDER. SCAR ON LEFT SIDE NOT HEALED BY GHOST. NOTES: INTERESTED IN MUSIC, HAS COMPILED SEVERAL PLAYLISTS STORED IN GHOST WHICH ARE PLAYED DURING COMBAT. OUTSPOKEN, COMEDIC, GENERALLY LIGHTHEARTED. HAS TRIED TO START A GUARDIAN STAND UP COMEDY GROUP.  JOVIAL NATURE COVERS C-PTSD, SUBJECT WILL OCCASIONALLY FALL INTO LONG PERIODS OF INTROSPECTION DURING WHICH THEY ARE UNCHARACTERISTICALLY SILENT. DISTRUSTFUL OF COMMANDER ZAVALA. HOSTILE TOWARDS QUEEN MARA SOV. FAITH IN TRAVELER SHAKEN FOLLOWING ENCOUNTER WITH SAVATHUN, PRAXIC INVESTIGATION ONGOING. MILD ACROPHOBIA.

.> Add to file: A hunter scared of heights, what gives sister?

>YOU DO NOT HAVE PERMISSION TO EDIT THIS FILE

.> Grant permission to user

> YOU DO NOT HAVE THE AUTHORITY TO GRANT PERMISSION

.> Please?

> QUERY NOT UNDERSTOOD

.> Access file, McGrath, K.

> KYRA MCGRATH. CLASS: WARLOCK (STORMCALLER). GHOST: PUCA (NOTE FROM SUBJECT: No, I didn’t know about the Poukas on Neptune, I’ve been calling her Puca for centuries before we found Neomuna). RACE: AWOKEN. HEIGHT: 1.73 M. WEIGHT: 81.6 kg. SEX: FEMALE. EYES: ORANGE. AGE: 653 COMBAT STATUS: ACTIVE. MARITAL STATUS: MARRIED (SEE FILE: MCGRATH, A) AFFILIATIONS: VANGUARD (FIRETEAM SW-52097, CALLSIGN “PASSENGER”), FWC (FORMER), CRYPTARCHY (FIELD RESEARCHER). NOTES: ARTIST, HAS SOLD SEVERAL PRINTS TO OTHER GUARDIANS. CALM, LEVEL HEADED, ANALYTICAL, INTELECTUAL. AMONG TOP 3% OF VISITORS TO CRYPTARCH ARCHIVES. PRACTICES PRE-TRAVELER FAITHS, FLUENT IN OLD SWEDISH, SPANISH, GERMAN, POLISH. PRESENT IN VEIL CHAMBER DURING SHADOW LEGION INVASION. RUMORS OF ACCESS TO PRE-RESURRECTION MEMORIES, PRAXIC INVESTIGATION ONGOING.

.> Access File, R-8.

>ROOK-8. CLASS: TITAN (SENTINEL). GHOST: BISHOP. RACE: EXO. HEIGHT: 1.95 M. WEIGHT: 176.47 kg. SEX: X. EYES: YELLOW. AGE: 1,514. COMBAT STATUS: ACTIVE. MARITAL STATUS: SINGLE. AFFILIATIONS: VANGUARD (FIRETEAM SW-52097, CALLSIGN “PASSENGER”), IRON LORDS, PILGRIM GUARD. NOTES: STERN, BLUNT, AND QUIET. REGULARLY PATROLS CITY WALLS. THOUGHT TO BE AMONG THE OLDEST GUARDIANS. FORMER WARLORD FROM OLD BERLIN. PARTICULAR TRAUMA SURROUNDING EUROPA, WILL NOT TAKE OPS TO PLANET. HAS NOT USED STASIS. SUBJECT HAS CLOCKED LOWEST R&R USAGE OF WALL PATROLS. HAS REFUSED PSYCHOLOGICAL TREATMENT. SECURITY CAMERAS SHOW SUBJECT REGULARLY VISITS ROOFTOP CLOSE TO CITY CENTER (MATTER INVESTIGATED. CONCLUSION: NO CAUSE FOR ALARM). 

.> Access combat record for Fireteam “Passenger.”

> REQUEST DENIED

.> Access combat record, “McGrath, A”

> REQUEST DENIED

> ALERT: ADMINISTRATOR CONNECTED

> I see you, rat.

.> USER “HOPE” HAS DISCONNECTED

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Ikora,

VIP #1315 is showing particular interest in this Fireteam and I don’t like it, especially his interest in VIP #2014. I’m getting tired of telling you, let me remove him from the Tower and shut down his little game. I don’t care what knowledge he has or that he helped rescue VIP #5812 from Titan, he’s dangerous.

Aunor 

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Aunor,

No.

Ikora

[thefangirlthatwaited]

Encounter (Chapter 118) - A Destiny 2 Story

Crow x Female Guardian

“It’s cold out. I figured a nice stew to keep us warm.”

“Smells good.” We quietly ate, and you could cut the tension with a knife. I might have patched things up with Stell, but there was a long road ahead with Crow. I looked down at my left hand and empty ring finger and missed my engagement ring.

“Ruby?”

“Sorry, what?”

“I was asking what your plans were now that you’re home.”

“Oh, sorry.”

Crow put his bowl down and climbed on the couch beside me. “About Amanda-”

“Now?”

“The twins are down for a nap, and you haven’t been pulled away into meetings with Ikora and Zavala yet.” Shit, I forgot them.

“Alright, now it is.” I put my bowl down, crossed my legs and waited for Crow to speak.

“I thought about what you said. Me loving Amanda, and you were right. I do.” Hearing him admit it didn’t help the dread that was building. “Maybe because she never knew me as Uldren at first. I was just Crow, and she liked me for that. Now that she knows the truth... I guess I want it to go back to the way it was before, but at the same time, I’m glad she knows. Lying to her... Was hard.” 

“Lying to anyone you care about is hard.” 

“Exactly.” Crow avoided eye contact, opting to look out the window instead. “You telling me what I’d tried to ignore was an eye-opener for sure. Seeing your ring on the nightstand... I assumed the worst.”

“I-I’m sorry about that. We agreed no running.”

“I get it. But after our talk and I talked with Amanda, I figured out the different types of love I have for you two. Amanda is like a childhood crush—a love you never get over but fades with time. In contrast, the love I have for you is eternal. I could die and come back in a different life again and still fall in love with you. It’s your soul that leads me back each time. I love you, Ruby, not Aurora, you.”

“Crow,”

“I’m sorry I made you doubt-” I cut him off with a kiss, pinning him to the couch. He smiled into the kiss  pulling me flush to his chest. Crow’s words were exactly what I needed to hear. They eased all the pain I had, and I would never doubt his love for me again.

“Gods, I love you.” I moaned against his lips. “I don’t know why I ever doubted you.”

Crow pulled out of the kiss and tucked a piece of hair behind my hair. “Doubt is normal. Especially with the chaos around us. I’m glad my words could ease the doubt.” He placed my hand on his heart. “My heart beats for you and only you, Ruby.”

I copied him, placing his hand on my heart. “And mine beats for you.” He recaptured my lips in a passionate kiss that ended before it could go anything further. My datapad started bussing, and we both swore before I reached for it.

“It’s Zavala. He wants a meeting. Now.”

“We knew it was coming.”

“He has the worst timing...”

“Everyone does.” Crow groaned. I pulled myself off him and pulled my hair up before making my way to the door.

“I’ll be back as soon as I can.”

“No rush. I’ll be here for one more day before I’m due back in the EDZ.”

“Hopefully, I’ll be joining you,”

“I hope so too. We could use the extra manpower and, well... You are like six Guardians when you put your everything in it.”

“Is this your sexy talk?”

“What?”

“Because it’s working.”

Crow crossed the living in five steps to give me one last kiss. “Go see Zavala. We can continue this later.”

“Alright.” I stopped short of opening the door. “Wait!” I ran back up to our room to look for something. “Crow?”

“Yes?” I spun around and saw in his hand what I was looking for—my ring. 

“There it is!” I reached for it, but he pulled away. “Crow...”

“Think of this as a second proposal.” I playfully rolled my eyes, and he got down on one knee and placed the ring on my finger. “There. Where it belongs.”

“Yes, yes. Now I’ve gotta go. Love you.”

Full Chapter on Ao3

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Distrust: Arcadia (Arc 2: Redlight)

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by Xandyflare

The Drifter Gang perhaps could even be nicknamed the Drifter Family. All of its members have settled into the lifestyle of accepting missions that take them across ever-changing worlds and following the breadcrumb trail of Junko Enoshima's plans. Then Eli gets three emergencies all at once: a slave collar from the ancient eras set to go off like a bomb at any moment, a family member from a time long left in the past, and an innocuous request to check in on a city-state that seals the fates of every member of the crew.

Words: 2748, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

Series: Part 15 of Reign of Shadows

Fandoms: AdventureQuest Worlds, Dangan Ronpa Series, Destiny (Video Games), Fire Emblem Series, Original Work, Rockman X | Mega Man X, Voltron: Legendary Defender

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Major Character Death

Categories: Multi

Characters: Original Character(s) - Character, Shiro (Voltron), Zavala (Destiny), Andal Brask, Lance (Voltron), Osiris (Destiny), Saint-14 (Destiny), Cayde-6 (Destiny), Female Guardian (Destiny), Zion | Rowan, Alfonse (Fire Emblem), The Spider (Destiny), Lotor (Voltron), Eris Morn, Ikora Rey, Naegi Komaru, Ikusaba Mukuro, Enoshima Junko, Shin Malphur, Chabashira Tenko, Takumi (Fire Emblem)

Relationships: Shiro (Voltron)/Zavala (Destiny), Andal Brask/Lance (Voltron), Osiris/Saint-14 (Destiny), Cayde-6/Female Guardian (Destiny)

Additional Tags: Zombie(?) apocalypse, I mean they're kinda zombies, but like necromorph zombies, dark themes, Original Fiction, Original Plot, Original Character(s), Body Horror, Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Hurt/No Comfort, The hurt/no comfort is usually lotor, that man is such a good Punching Bag

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[littleshebear]

Destiny Fanfiction: Truth

Some self-indulgent Dawning-related fluff I wrote last year but never posted for whatever reason. Here’s a dark age, kinderguardian Zavala learning about the power of myth and stories, then teaching those lessons back to a Guardian Sasha.  

Commander Zavala | OC: Sasha | Zavala x OC | Zavala x Sasha | Mutual Pining | The Dawning | Anxious Ghosts | Gratuitous story-telling

Crunch!

“What are you doing?” 

Crunch!

Zavala trails behind Sasha, watching her bunny-hop through the snow outside the gathering hall. He had recommended they leave when Sasha had reached for her knife after the tenth or so suggestion that they get a room. 

“It’s really satisfying,” she replies, jumping onto another patch of virgin snow. Crunch!  “You should try it.” 

“Is it calming you down?” He cocks his head, smiling at the incongruity of a woman who can snipe three Fallen Vandals in as many seconds, playing in the snow like a child. 

She turns to face him, grinning brilliantly. “I wasn’t actually going to stab anyone, you know.” There’s a series of gratifying crunches as she hops towards him. “You worry too much.”

“I’m never sure when you’re joking.” He hazards reaching out and brushing the back of his fingers against her chill-flushed cheek. She doesn’t flinch or pull away, a fact he finds infinitely more pleasing than the sound of freshly-trodden snow. “It’s cold, you should get inside.”

“No,” she protests, taking his hand in hers. “I’m not tired yet. Come on.” She leads him back towards the festivities but eschews the main hall. The normally sterile winter air is alive with the scent of woodsmoke and roasting meat. They weave through the crowds until they reach one of a few braziers dotted around a larger bonfire. There’s a group of people gathered around the open air fires listening to Matushka hold court. Sasha warms her hands over the flames and smiles up at him. “There. I won’t freeze to death, happy now?”

“I just worry.” 

“We already established that,” she says with a chuckle. “It’s endearing." He looks sceptical so she adds, "Really.”

He nods towards the old woman. She speaks with a clear, ringing voice, in a language he doesn't understand. “What is she saying?”

“She’s telling stories.” Sasha smiles softly, unmistakable pride creeping into her expression. “Matushka knows them all. We lost so much during the Collapse but alot of our legends made it. The Fallen could burn as many archives as they liked but you can’t burn down an oral tradition. So long as there are storytellers, the stories will survive.”

“Which story is this?”

Sasha takes a moment to translate. “How Lake Baikal came to be. Well, one version of it, there are a few.”

“I thought it was seismic activity?”

“No!" She gives him a playful smack on the arm, before hedging. "Well yes. But no. It's an old, old legend. I’m no Matushka but I’ll do my best. So, Old Man Baikal had three hundred and thirty six sons and one-”

“Busy man, this Baikal.” 

“Shh!” She gives him another light tap on the arm. “He had three hundred and thirty six sons and one daughter, Angara. She was said to be the most beautiful woman in the world, so Baikal became jealous and cruel. He locked her away and refused to let her see anyone. She spent her days in loneliness and misery, the birds where her only contact with the outside world.” She paused to listen to Matushka speak for a while, before continuing. “One day, the birds brought her news of a young man named Yenisei who had heard of her plight. The birds carried messages between them and they fell in love.”

“Birds can’t talk.”

“It’s a myth, Luchik, work with me here. Suspend your disbelief.” She sighs to compose herself. “So. Yenisei came to rescue Angara and they managed to escape Westward. When Baikal realised Angara had fled he became enraged. He picked up a massive boulder and threw it at the young lovers to try and stop them.” The lake is shrouded in darkness but she knows exactly in which direction to point. “The Shaman Stone, that’s the rock he threw. It sits at the source of the River…" She expands her palm outwards in a revelatory gesture, "Angara! When Baikal realised he’d lost his daughter he wept and wept until his tears formed the lake.” 

Sasha falls silent again and rests her head on his shoulder as she listens to the end of the story. “That’s how Lake Baikal and the Shaman Stone came to be. And that’s why three hundred and thirty six rivers flow into Lake Baikal and only one, the Angara, flows out and merges with the river Yenisei.”

There’s an outbreak of murmurs and discussion from the gathered crowd as Matushka finishes the story. Zavala says nothing for a time, he just gazes into the flames in front of them. “I don’t understand,” he says, eventually. 

“What’s not to understand?” Sasha asks.

“Why do you still tell these stories? You know they’re not real. You know that these rivers and lakes happened because of tectonic plates, glaciers and what have you, not a possessive old man’s tears.” 

“Just because they’re not real, that doesn’t mean they’re not true.” She need not  to look at him to know that his brows are almost certainly knitting into a confused frown. “We don’t tell these stories because we literally believe them. They tell us things about ourselves. There are truths in myth.” 

“Very well, I’ll bite,” he says, putting his arm around her shoulders. “What’s the truth about an angry old lake spirit throwing rocks at his daughter and her lover?”

Sasha relaxes against him, drawing on his warmth as well as that of the fire. “Well, I think it tells you about what love really is.” Zavala holds his breath, hoping that she can’t feel how much he’s tensed up all of a sudden. “Yenisei loved Angara. He wanted her to be free but Baikal...” Sasha pauses, leaning into the embrace. “Baikal said he loved Angara, he claimed she was the most precious thing in the world to him but. Well, that’s just it. She was a thing to him. He kept her locked up like a jewel in a box. That’s not love. That’s possession. In trying to hold on to her, he lost her. Attachment like that, it’s…” She takes a deep, shuddering breath. “It’s not healthy. If you love someone, if you really love them, you have to be willing to let them go.”

Zavala closes his eyes and encircles her with his arms, as if to relieve her of the weight of the words she's just spoken. “You don’t need to do that, Sashenka. I meant what I said.”

She returns the hug, the way her fingers sink into the fur of his jerkin belying her words. “If you need to leave for the Traveler after the thaw, I won’t stop you.”

“I’m not leaving.” He plants a kiss on top of her head that seems to serve as a full stop. 

They stand in silence for a while, watching the fire and listening to voices that float over from the main gathering. Sasha eventually interrupts the quiet with a question. Zavala knows she’s trying to change the subject but he’s willing to let her. “Don’t you have stories? The Awoken, I mean. Aren’t there stories in the Reef, creation myths, tall tales?”

“There are, I guess but…” Zavala hedges. He guesses there are but he’s damned if he can remember any of them. “We left. Maybe our stories didn’t have enough truth to them.”

Sasha tips her head back to look up at him. “So make new ones.”

~*~*~*~*

“Zavala!” Izanami flitted around Zavala’s head like a gadfly, nudging his shoulder and purposefully blocking his view of his work. She wove left and right trying to lock his gaze with her optic. “It’s the first night of The Dawning, that’s enough now. You haven’t even looked at the Dawning Crystal, Ikora really outdid herself this year. The night shift is here. Everyone else has left, you’ve got no excuse...”

“The Dawning isn’t going anywhere, The Dawning can wait a few minutes while I finish up.” He replied, gently pushing her out of his way.

“We’re going to be late, Amanda will kill us.”

“First of all, we’re not going to be late and secondly Amanda will not-”

“She’s been working hard on this dinner, if we’re late she will literally kill us.”

Zavala pressed his lips into a thin line. “Literally? Words mean things, Izanami, you know I don’t like it when you do that.” The little AI’s shell was quivering with nervous energy. If he didn’t know that Ghosts didn’t eat, Zavala could swear she was hyped up on too much sugar from Dawning treats. Maybe it was psychosomatic? Could Ghosts pick up on the mood of over-excited humans? No matter, the root cause didn’t change the fact that she was actively delaying him rather than hurrying him along. 

“Let’s go!” She pleads, turning in an impatient pirouette.

“The more you pester, the longer this will take. You go on ahead, tell Amanda I will be there in twenty minutes.” He raises an eyebrow for emphasis. “Literally, twenty minutes.” 

“Fine.” His ghost turns to leave before abruptly turning back to face him. “But if you’re late and Amanda does kill you? I’m not rezzing you.”

“Thats a risk I shall have to take.” Zavala returned to his work with a wry shake of his head. It wasn’t just dotting i’s and crossing t’s in these missives to the Speaker. For his own peace of mind, he had to be sure the hand over to the Night Shift was properly handled and besides, there were Dawning-specific social niceties to think of. His conscience wouldn’t have allowed him to head off to a celebration without personally thanking each and every one of the staff who had volunteered to work over this festival. It was a selfless act and that was something that spoke to Zavala’s pride in his City like nothing else.

When he finally left, he decided to take a brief detour to take a look at the decorations around the Tower. As the Dawning Crystal hove into view when he ascended the steps to the plaza, he had to admit, Izanami was right. Ikora had outdone herself. A warm feeling bloomed in his chest as he took in the sight of the lanterns strung around the plaza and the snowfall filling in the footprints of raucous guardians armed with snowballs. He turned towards Traveler’s walk; the view from there during winter was always lovely and that area was less likely to be used as a snowball field of conflict. As he suspected, it was far quieter there. It was silent save for the sound of two feet jumping simultaneously into the snow over and over. He followed the sound to see who was making it.

Sashenka. No, he couldn’t call her that, not anymore. Hunter. Guardian. Those were the only appropriate names now. She was leaping, two feet together, from one unsullied patch of snow to another. She would occasionally pause to stamp down the snow into ice before moving on. He shouldn’t be there, he could practically hear his Ghost urging him to leave, telling him what a terrible, terrible idea it was to stay. Yet, there he was. Rooted to the spot, taking in every detail; How beautiful she looked bathed in the combination of lantern and Traveler light, the snowflakes settling on and standing out against her black hair, how similar she was to that woman he fell in love with centuries ago. How very discomfiting it was how often she challenged his assertion that Guardians were not the same people they were before they died. 

Sasha did a one-hundred-and-eighty degree turn. Her laugh when she stuck the landing was suddenly cut short when she saw Zavala watching her. She staggered to the side, spoiling the pattern of double footprints she’d left in the snow. She gave an awkward wave. 

“Evening, Commander.” 

Zavala responded with a respectful nod and crossed over to her. “Hunter. Enjoying your first Dawning?”

She shrugged and nodded a little too vigorously. “Uhm. Yes?”

He frowned at how unconvinced she sounded. “No plans for tonight?”

“My friends are having a party.”

“Your friends.” He held her gaze. “But not you.”

She exhaled slowly and seemed to deflate. “I’m just not feeling it.” The lines on Zavala's forehead deepened, signalling a demand for an explanation. “It’s not a real festival. It’s all made up.”

“Not real?” 

“It’s cherry-picked. It’s a hodge-podge of different cultures.” She bowed her head and looked up at him through apologetic eyelashes. “It seems fake to me.”

Zavala brushed some snow off a nearby bench and gestured for her to sit. 

“Did I say something wrong?” She asked, sinking down, her shoulders hunched up as far as they’ll go.

“No,” he said,settling on the bench beside her. “Just consider the possibility that just because something isn’t real, that doesn’t mean it isn’t true.” He paused to let her respond but her only answer  was knotted brows, so he continued. “Rites, rituals, festivals. They give structure and meaning to our lives. You don’t have to believe in the reality of the Dawning to believe in the truth of the message behind it.”

“Which is?” 

“How did you feel when you were first resurrected?”

“Scared. Lonely, I guess. Doesn’t everyone feel that way at first?”

“At first, yes. Being awoken, alone, without even the memory of who you once were to keep you company is a hard thing to bear. I know I felt adrift, with only my Ghost to keep me right.”

Sasha shook her head ruefully. “It’s hard to imagine you as a confused kinderguardian. You’re so-”

“- Choose your next words carefully,” he deadpanned.

“Stolid.” She grinned up at him, waiting for his reaction.

“All right. That’s an acceptable description.”

“Well I’m relieved, Commander,” she said, through soft laughter. “But what does this have to do with the Dawning?”

He smiled, allowing himself a modicum of pride in the fact that he can still make her laugh, stolid as he is. “I was scared, yes, lonely too but I found people. Made friends, formed connections. The same goes for the refugees who came to the Traveler and founded the City. The collapse was culturally devastating, so much was destroyed; Histories, languages, communities. We lost our stories, we lost those things that teach us about the world we live in. So we salvaged what we could and made new stories. We took what was true, what mattered and made new festivals to preserve them. We survived. We joined together and were stronger for it. We rebuilt. We are the light in the Darkness. That’s the story the Dawning tells. That’s what it’s for. So yes, it’s constructed. Made up, if you will.” 

“But it’s true. It's the City's truth. I get it.” She gave him a sly, sidelong glance.“So it’s not just about cookies and presents?”

“Well, no. A big part of the Dawning is about celebrating family and friendship. Cookies and presents help with that, I suppose. So go. Be with your friends. Eat drink, be merry, for tomorrow we fight.”

Sasha rose and vigorously shook her head, theatrically ridding her hair of the snowflakes that had settled there. “Wait.” She smoothed her hair out of her face and looked intently down at him. “You’re by yourself. Do you have somewhere to be? You can’t be spending the Dawning alone, not after that speech you just gave me.”

“I have somewhere to be,” He reassured her as he got to his feet.

“Oh. Well. Good.” She seemed relieved and perhaps a little disappointed too. Zavala couldn’t be sure but he wondered if she’d started forming an invitation in her head. He decided that was just egotistical wishful thinking on his part. It was safer that way. 

“Happy Dawning, Guardian,” he said with a respectful nod.

“You too, Commander.” She pivoted her foot as if turning to leave but the rest of her body didn’t follow suit. “And thank you.”

“For what?”

“You always know what to say.” She shrugged, as though that were completely obvious.

“I’ve had some very good teachers.” 

If Sasha were intimidated by the intensity of his gaze, she didn’t show it. She stared back at him for a not uncomfortable couple of seconds before finally blinking several times and looking away. She drew up her hood with a sheepish smile and a mumbled, “G’night.”

Zavala didn’t move. He watched her make her way down the path, waiting, hoping for her to grace him with another glance in his direction. Amanda Holliday’s amused drawl over his comm unit eventually distracted him from his vigil. 

“So your Ghost wanted me to tell you that you’re officially late, Commander.” 

“Are you going to kill me? She was at pains to tell me you would literally kill me if I were late.”

“Nah, you’re fine,” she explained. “You’re officially late, not Zavala-late.”

“What is Zavala-late?” he started ambling down the path once Sasha was finally out of sight.

“Half an hour after the official starting time. That lets you squeeze in all those one last, one last things you always have to get done before you leave work. So you’d better get down here before your Ghost has a nervous breakdown.”

“I’m on my way. I’ll see you soon.” He turned off his comm unit and halted where the path met a patch of snow-covered grass, deciding that he had one last, one last thing to do before he went to dinner. He regarded the pristine, gleaming expanse of white with a serious expression. He glanced around furtively, looking to make sure no one else had entered Traveler’s Walk. When he was sufficiently satisfied that he was alone, he put his feet together and bunny-hopped forwards onto the snow, chuckling softly to himself. 

[thedistantstorm]

Phoenix Protocol

01 | 02 | 03 | 04 | 05 | 06 | 07 | 08 | 09 | 10 | 11 | 12 | 13 | 14 | 15 | 16 | 17 | 18 | 19 | 20 | 21 | 22 | 23 | 24 | 25 | 26 | 27 | 28 | 29 | 30 | 31 | 32 | 33 | 34 | 35 | 36 | 37 | 38 | 39 | 40 (END.)

Epilogue: 

“It’s so nice not to be bogged down with full combat armor,” Miyu chimes, the warm spring breeze kicking up flower petals and rippling the banners all around them. She spins once, her light robes flaring for good measure. She still keeps a sword tucked into her sash, but it's clear that she's far more comfortable.

Zavala hums indulgently when she returns to his side. Her fingertips dance across the back of his palm and he shuffles just the smallest bit closer, enveloping his hand with her own.

“I need to visit Tess,” She informs him, and he nods, gesturing for her to lead the way. “I’d like to get Lilith a present.”

“I don’t know that Tess has anything that isn’t green and gold, Anata,” He informs her. “The Revelry’s adornments are a bit... Earthy.”

“Something that matches her optics might please her,” Miyu considers, “But I’m certain Tess will have some loud, girlish shaders, maybe left over from Crimson Days?”

“Perhaps,” He relents. “Shall we?”

Eververse isn't busy, the majority of Tess's customers have been coming later in the afternoon as opposed to mid-morning. It's unsurprising, considering the Guardians have been carrying on late into the night, celebrating the season. When they approach, Tess is reorganizing her inventory following a night of record sales. She turns when a shadow is cast over the bundle of Revelry gear she’s just placed on the shelf.

“Looking for something, Guardi- oh,” The normally shrewd businesswoman stalls as her eyes trail from the Warlock’s snow-colored eyes to the familiar red cording of her bond. “This is a surprise. What can I do for you?” She recovers, ignoring Zavala’s pointed look in lieu of addressing her most… interesting prospective customer.

If Miyu catches on she doesn’t show it, inquiring, “May I see what bonds you have in stock?"

Tess narrows her gaze, confused, asking pointedly, “Not happy with the one you have? It's one of a kind, you know. The Commander here was rather specific about it's every detail."

Miyu’s hackles go up, shoulders wound tight, her brows pulling together fast. She keeps any concern from bleeding into her voice. “Not at all,” She shakes her head immediately. “I want to get something for my friend. Hers took a beating on our last mission.”

“So you like yours-”

“Tess.”

"Yes." Her diamond eyes blink up to Zavala, whose gaze softens monumentally under her scrutiny. Tess could almost gag at the shift in the mood, but she's got glimmer to make, and the information she's gathering is far too good to get squeamish now.

“Anyway,” The Awoken shop-keep segues, turning back to her assorted shelves, “Are you looking for a custom design? That will take longer.”

“She changes her mind too much for me to invest in something like that,” She gently cups the intricate knot that's wrapped around her upper arm, at the bottom of her deltoid. The faintest brush of a hand at the small of her back has her looking up at Zavala for a beat, her smile soft, before regarding Tess. "Do you have anything for the Revelry that would look good with a pink shader?”

“Of course!” She huffs, indignant. “I have plenty of options for you.” She procures a box from a nearby rack of similar containers stamped with the Eververse logo. "Look these over, and I'll see what kind of Shaders I can turn up for you. How gaudy are we going?"

"As bright and shiny as we can," Miyu answers, with a delicate laugh.

With the Awoken shop-keep rummaging through the back, Zavala leans in close to look with her through the smaller boxes with Warlock Bonds that are contained neatly within the larger package. The ones at the top are intricately engraved with flower-like sigils, clearly a limited run to celebrate the inaugural Revelry. Beneath, there are others, but none seem to fit what the demure Warlock is looking for.

"Nothing caught your eye? Hang on," Tess instructs, setting down an armful of Shaders on the table beside them. "I know just what you're looking for," She calls over her shoulder. "Eva is technically selling it down the way, but I'm sure she won't mind if I help myself to one. I helped her design it, after all."

The Bond is a simple, thick band, covered with chrome finish, and features the flowery symbol of the Revelry like a projection. Miyu hums. "Yes, with the right shader, she'd love it."

"Take all the time you need to decide," Tess obliges.

Miyu turns to Zavala. "Help me," She begs, pouting, "I don't know anything about color combinations. Just that I don't like any of these."

The Commander frowns. "She likes loud, yes?" He confirms.

"And it has to be sparkly." Miyu matches him, leaning in closer to him go look down at the collection of shaders.

Tess sighs, shaking her head, watching them from the corner of her eye. Never did she think she'd see the day the Commander willingly walked the Tower with a suitor. She can admit there's something terribly endearing (almost disgustingly so) about the combination of the two of them... Although, it's a wonder he didn't commission her bond in a clashing color scheme. And if she thinks the Commander to be an authority on style, well.. Tess isn’t quite sure under which rock this particular Guardian's been living.

But, then again, who is she to judge?

[shaken-veil]

Happy Birthday @distant--storm. I made a small sketch of her Warlock Bean and Zavala... on his favorite spot..hehe... I hope you have an amazing day sweetie <3

[a-driftamongopenstars]

Hope youre doing better! :0

How about some horny times with a guardian and the commander? 👀

hello anon, thank you for this prompt!! :) this was really nice to write and I hope you enjoy some beautiful love making over here! i also picked f!guardian, if that's okay, because I was kind of in the mood for that :D

also, thank you for asking, it's a bit of a rough patch right now, but I'm trying my best!! <3

also on ao3

Zavala prefers discipline and structure to all parts of his life. There is a single, exception, however, and that is her. The Guardian.

How she has charmed him with her character! How she drew his breath away with those marvelous eyes and body of the valkyrie. If he had an ounce of talent, he would wax poetics about her, quite literally.

But with no such ability, he picks another way. More intimate.

On an impulse of unclear thinking, Zavala has her pressed against his desk. It is a late hour, and the room is locked tight. No one to hear, no one to see. Only the expanse of the City below behind a fogged window.

The Guardian's body is hot against his. Armor only partially down, enough to let them have access to each other. His chest against her back, and his hands on her chest, caressing in such a way that makes her sigh. The shivery sound of it goes straight down Zavala's spine.

He wants her.

Zavala needs her ready. He would not dare hurt her, and that is only another reason to feel her need for him, the shivering thighs and skin covered with goosebumps that feel so tangible under his fingertips.

"Commander..." she breathes as he touches her, fingers slipping through wetness to find her clit and bother, and bother it. Soon, what was sighing becomes drawn out moans. Zavala listens to her, heeding every sound she makes, every response of her body to him.

He kisses her shoulder affectionately, the spot that is not covered with cold armor. Her hair tickles his forehead, and he smiles.

"By the Light, you are beautiful."

She responds with another sigh.

Zavala stops the touch and moves closer. He wants them to enjoy together, and with ease he slips his cock in her, ready and relieved. In several careful thrusts, the pace is set, and all that breaks the silence is the sweetest love making tune of their moans.

The Newton cradle on the desk clicks, matching their pace.

The more he takes, the more he gives. Zavala's lips press kisses to that sensitive skin, sure to leave a mark. The Guardian's hands hold tight onto the desk, and then onto his hands over her hips. She becomes restless, needy, and Zavala feels her nearing the sweet release.

He is not sure he will hold any longer, too.

It hits them one after the other, with a little more effort for the Guardian. She trembles, nearly folded in half, were it not for Zavala to hold her.

Undressed and indecent, they hold onto each other, panting, their bodies grateful for the temporary relief of strained muscles.

"Love..." Zavala whispers, turning the Guardian around as she slides her arms around his neck.

"Love," she responds quietly, as if she wants only him to hear that and no one else.

They kiss, love making sealed.

Feel free to send me a prompt :)

[ao3feed-brucewayne]

Light of Tomorrow: Destiny x DC Post-Crisis/New Earth Universe - Y/N-Verse

by PrimeofPrimes115 (Supergirl x Male Reader) When a Guardian and his Ghost, find themselves on another world, where the Light and Dark have began to spill into this new discovered dimension... They had no idea of the adventures that awaited in store for them, where they'd meet new allies, new enemies and someone, a blonde haired "Super" girl that would catch his heart. Will they find a way home? How will the Vanguard operate in his absence? The new Hunter and his Ghost roam amongst this New Earth that they would soon call... A second home to defend... "Eyes up Guardian!" Words: 96219, Chapters: 23/?, Language: English Series: Part 1 of Y/N-Verse Fandoms: Destiny - Fandom, New Earth - Fandom, DC Comics Rating: Mature Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence Categories: F/M Characters: Kara Zor-El, Male Guardian (Destiny), Kal-el, Bruce Wayne, Zavala (Destiny), Ikora Rey, Cayde-6 (Destiny), Teen Titans (DCU), Justice League (DCU), Outsiders (DCU), Vanguard (Destiny) Relationships: Kara Zor-El & Reader, Female & Reader Additional Tags: Relationship(s), Action/Adventure, Science Fiction, DC universe - Freeform, Post-Crisis (DCU), New Earth, Hunter Guardian (Destiny), supergirl - Freeform, Loose Canon via https://ift.tt/fmg1xuN

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A Destiny Story - New Light

Cayde-6 x Female Guardian

Andrea was ready for me and had a nice warm bowl of ramen before I sat down. "You look like you've been through hell." He chuckles. "Feels like it. Went all the way to the asteroid belt today." "The Reef?" "Yeah," "Why would you go out there? They don't take kindly to Guardians or Earthborn Awoken." "Earthborn?" "Awoken like us. The ones who left the Reef for Earth." "Oh. I didn't know that. I needed to get some information on something for a mission and they were the best source." "They spoke to you?" I nod taking a bit of my food. "Spoke to the Queen and her prick of a brother." Andrea drops the bowl he was holding and it causes me to jump. "You had an audience with Mara?" "I assume that isn't a normal thing for Guardians?" "It's not normal for any Awoken, much less a Guardian. Cayde approved of this?" I chuckle nervously. "He doesn't know." "Well, I'd better come up with an excuse quickly because here he comes." I look over my shoulder and see Cayde making his way to me. Fuck, I figured I'd have more time.

"Hey, Andrea." Cayde pauses and then looks at me. "Ruby," I don't make eye contact and continue eating as Cayde pulls up a chair beside me. Andrea hands him a bowl of ramen too and for a bit, I think might be in the clear. Until he clears his throat. "So, Ruby. Mind telling me what you were doing on Venus?" I sink into my chair trying to blend it so I wouldn't have to tell him. "You know, I found it odd when the sparrow link went back online. I thought. What Guardian would do that? Then I saw your last location on the map and then I knew. You know Venus is a no go zone right?" "Yeah," I mumble. He sighs leaning back in his chair. "Ruby, please don't make me be the bad guy here. I really don't like it." "I followed a radio signal there," I explain. "Okay." "Then I went to the Reef." Cayde spits out the drink he just took and that earned a glare from Andrea. "The Reef! Ruby!" "I needed information about the Black Garden." "The Black Garden." He whispers. "Ruby, you-" he pauses. "Why?" "Trying to kill the darkness at its heart." "You don't do anything small, do you?" I shake my head. "Alright. I will try my best to keep this on the DL for now. But if Ikora or Zavala find out. Then you're on your own."

"So I'm not in trouble?" "Oh, you are. For starters, you'll be paying for my dinner." I smile at him. "Then after you are done with the Black Garden you'll be on paperwork duty." That caused me to groan and my head hit the counter. "Or I could tell Zavala now?" "No. No. I'll take the punishment once I got what I wanted done." "Alright then. Andrea, Ruby here is paying for me tonight." "Sounds good." "Ruby, keep me informed on what you find." "I will." He pats me on the shoulder and leaves.

Full Chapter on Ao3

[littleshebear]

My babies staring down a potential apocalypse together, don't they look fab? 💖

Thank you so much, you did a fantastic job.

Donation Commission of Commander Zavala and @littleshebear ‘s Sasha.

[judgedreddthelaw]

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

The Lost Part 2-C

If nobody was around and it was just you and him you’d take him where nobody would see and you would let him “help you” because you are fucking thirsty and wanting to be touched by Shiro…….no no no, by Eric, or both? God damn it what’s wrong with you, you thought, this is not the time nor place. You do feel a slight arousal in your lower region, fuck this is not good. You took the towel and proceeded to wipe your mess top to down but you still feel sticky on your breasts area, you put your finger to the front top part of your dress that peeks down at your breasts and bring it down a little to reach in and clean off the stickiness of your breasts. Both Shiro and Eric are trying not get turned on watching you clean yourself, when you stop they turn their faces away like they weren’t just staring. “Thank you for the towel.” “No prob.” He takes the towel back and says he’s going to return it, his ghost pops out to let him know Zavala has requested his presence. He looks down to sigh, “Yeah tell him I’m on my way…….it was wonderful meeting you Y/n. I hope I see you soon.” “Yeah, me too.”………and just like that he fazes out. “Thought he’d never leave.” You scoff, “He was literally gone a moment ago.”……. “Don’t care, he was in my way.” You glare at him, “And just how was he in “your way”?”….you use quotes with your hands and cross your arms annoyed at him.

He doesn’t say anything and looks at the guardians dancing to the music having fun, he shrugs his shoulders “You want to dance?” You look at him shockingly because Shiro doesn’t like to dance nor dances at all, but you don’t question his motives so you agree. He starts to walk forward ahead of you and you follow he suddenly halts turning to you putting his hand out. Does he want me to grab his hand, you asked yourself, not knowing if you should or not but you get the option made for you. He puts his and with yours and intertwined them together like a couple would do. You couldn’t help but blush again as he was leading you into the crowd the song changes from upbeat to a slower song (pretend the song Love Lies by Khalid is the song that just came on). You both were in the middle of everyone when Shiro let’s go of your hand, he walks to your side and behind while rubbing his hands and fingers up your arms to your shoulders, and then back down to your hands to intertwine them again while he’s behind you. He brings your and his hands to your waist to start moving your bodies to the song. Who knew he had a seductive “bone” in his body. It feels like he knows what he’s doing to you, and can’t help but feel hot. You lean your head back and closed eyes to his right pec, he dances onto your body, borderline grinding on your ass. You lose your breath for a moment and start to get that warmth creeping down your crotch. You’re definitely breathing a little heavy by how aroused you are right now. You turn to him wrapping your hands on his neck, he moves his hands closer to your ass but right above to where it’s not inappropriate and move his thumbs in circles caressing. You move closer to where you are against his chest with your lips facing towards his neck but not touching, just shallow breathing. This doesn’t go unnoticed as well as your heartbeat he can also feel. He takes it as a sign that you are turned on he decides to go further to confirm his hope. He turns you back around and pressed your body into his to where your ass in pressing onto his crotch while you both were dancing. (“Oh my god.” You thought) but you unintentionally released a soft moan. You stop your movements to cover your mouth, he softly chuckles in your ear, “What’s wrong?” Oh that tone was obvious even to you that he was fucking teasing you, you also realize he was definitely being sexual, it made your face burn but you sent him your best glare looking at him.

He pulls you back into him and whispered to your ear again “You sounded as if you…… (he gently but forcefully brings you back on his crotch and you feel him slightly hardening and you moan louder but only he can hear it)…….enjoyed that.” You were soaking through your underwear and can feel it. Who is he and what has he done to Shiro you thought, this was definitely not who you were used to, damn you are loving it, you decided to get out of his grasp and start walking away, the game is on now. He looks bewildered, but that goes away when you beckon him with your finger to follow you……….

To be continued……

[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.