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keesdarlin · 4 months

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☆// striking midnight (MDNI, 18+)

info! cayde-6 / fluff + gender neutral reader

cw! n/a

notes! just a silly little idea i had. also new year's eve has been a little bit rough, so i'm writing this to cope a little bit lol. enjoy :]

in all honesty, what you were doing probably seemed pretty sketchy to someone who was uninformed. or maybe even someone who knew what you were doing. to the unsuspecting eye, it probably looked like-

“are you rigging a bomb? what are you doing, guardian?” your ghost asked, hovering anxiously over your shoulder.

“no, i’m not rigging a bomb,” you retorted, moving around some wires attached to your little contraption. it was colorful and roughly the size of a backpack, mostly metal cylinders and colorful tubing with wires attached. you sighed to yourself, still fiddling with it. “...they’re fireworks.”

“ah. a colorful bomb,” your ghost replied, an air of disappointment in their tone.

“no, no. it’s a light show. we’re gonna send these off to celebrate the new year,” you explained, not looking up as you screwed in a loose part.

“but why do we need to celebrate again? it’s just another completed revolution of the earth around the sun. there’s been a ton of these; it’s nothing new.”

you sighed. you had set up a display leaning against a trash can to the left side of the little alley you’d set up shop in, your headphones connected wirelessly. on the screen played a sort of podcast – two humans sitting together at a table, reflecting on the year with music playing in the background. the viewer count in one corner of the screen read a measly 24, not that you really minded. a countdown to midnight sat in the other corner. the hosts wore no armor, just civilian clothes. you yourself wore minimal armor. probably not the smartest decision considering that you were currently working with explosives, but you wanted to honor the holiday. not quite in your civvies, but not in any kind of battle suit either.

your screen glitched where it leaned against the trash can, the hosts’ voices becoming momentarily distorted. you leaned over, hitting the side a few times. the screen corrected itself. old tech. “because of what it means,” you began, focusing back on the work at hand. “a new year is a fresh start, a clean slate. holds new opportunities. think the light of a new day and all that shit. symbolism.” a beat passed as you rearranged some wires, and then, “i learned that we used to celebrate it before the going got tough. guess i got a little bit sentimental.”

your ghost hummed somewhere behind you, their shell rotating curiously. “well, i think that’s quite nice, guardian.”

“thank you,” you mumbled appreciatively, distracted with your work.

a thud sounded behind you, but you didn’t think much of it. if it turned out to be a threat, you had confidence in yourself to handle it. do you stayed the course, twisting and rearranging and soldering quietly as you hummed along to the music on your livestream. at least it’s nice out. all chilly and calm, just like winter should be. not a peep. judging from your ghost’s silence, they didn’t detect a threat either.

“whatcha got there?” a robotic voice asked from behind you.

you looked over your shoulder to find none other than cayde-6 leaning against the wall of the alley, watching you work. one of his hands lingered near his hand cannon, the other draped across his torso, blue eyes glowing in the dim light.

“a bomb,” your ghost answered easily, shell spinning.

“not a bomb,” you rushed to assure the hunter vanguard. “and not funny,” you directed at your ghost before turning back to the exo. “they’re fireworks.”

“ah,” cayde nodded. “pretty bombs.”

“they’re not bombs,” you corrected, standing to face him. “they shoot up in the air, they’re not gonna hurt anyone.”

“oh, relax. i’m not here to snitch on you or anything like that,” he said nonchalantly.

you looked at him again, gazing pointedly at the hand that lingered near the gun resting in his holster. “mhm,” you said, tone disbelieving.

cayde coughed awkwardly, bringing that arm up to cross the other over his chest. “say, do i know you from somewhere?”

you sized him up, somewhat offended. “i work at the tower. i’m a weapons expert.” i’ve actually worked on the ace of spades, you thought, but left it unsaid.

“of course i knew that,” he assured, nodding. sundance thrummed by his ear, observing.

you nodded too, half-heartedly affirming him.

“so what’s with the bombs?”

“am i the only one that celebrates new year’s eve around here?” you asked lightly, tone bordering on a laugh.

cayde whistled. “from what i’ve heard, yes.”

you frowned to yourself, shoulders slumping. “that is so disappointing.”

“i suppose so,” he agreed. “how are you planning on celebrating?”

you pointed to the podcast playing on your monitor. “once that timer hits midnight, i’m gonna get off the fireworks. probably get a bite to eat after.”

“sounds… interesting.”

“care to join?” you offered, giving him a lopsided grin.

cayde seemed to think on it a moment and then shrugged. “i mean, why not? as long as no one gets hurt, of course.”

“great!” you smiled, turning back to your machine. you quickly went back to soldering and tweaking various parts of it.

cayde came up, crouched down next to you. “so how long do we have until it’s time to set this sucker off?”

you spared a glance to your screen, checking the countdown timer. “a couple minutes.”

“a couple minutes? and you’re still working on it?!”

you waved him off. “calm down, i know what i’m doing,” you muttered.

“you’re sure?” cayde checked.

you turned to him, eyes narrowed. “if you don’t trust it, leave.” when he didn’t, you turned back to your work. a few more sparks flew before you finally stood up, setting your hands on your hips. “there.”

cayde hummed, standing up beside you. “okay, great! now what?”

you gestured to the screen. the timer in the corner stood at only 11 seconds. the both of you watched as midnight grew closer. “5… 4… 3… 2… 1…”

the timer hit zero and you pushed a button on the contraption with your foot, stepping back. thankfully cayde followed suit because, a moment later, a barrage of fireworks went up in the air. both of you watched as they exploded in a colorful, booming display of sparks. “wow,” he whispered breathily.

grinning, you turned your gaze to him, nudged him with your elbow. “happy new year.”

although it seemed a little hesitant, cayde smiled back, eyes glowing a little brighter. “happy new year.”

“now…” you trailed off, grabbing your display screen and dropping it into your bag. another troop of fireworks went up and your grin seemed to gleam a little brighter around the edges. “we should probably run before we get in trouble.”

cayde blinked at you. “what?”

you laughed, staring at him a moment before taking off down the alley. “we should go! you think i got permission from this?”

and then he startled into the realization. you jerk. he broke into a sprint after you, watching the fireworks over his shoulder as he went. “i guess i assumed!”

“no way!” you called, mischief clear in your voice.

he shook his head, following you around a corner. “you owe me ramen for this, kid!”

#cayde 6 x reader #cayde-6 x reader #destiny x reader #destiny 2 x reader #i'm a little bit obsessed w cayde atmo please excuse me lmao #like in my brain he's like the destiny equivalent of ryan reynolds idk #cayde 6 fluff #cayde-6 fluff

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ecoamerica · 24 days

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simping-overload · 10 months

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I just read your O14 fic and thought it was adorable!

Could I please request some good old drifter X reader fluff? Especially if the reader is a hunter and taller then drifter? which isn't hard man's is tiny

Headcanons or fanfic I don't mind!

love this stinky sewer rat man🫶

characters: drifter

tags: fluff, tall! reader, hunter! reader, gn! reader

ヾthis is a multi fandom blog that is designed for mlm/nbmlm identifying readers! so if you're female or fem alligened, please do not follow or interact with my mlm related post!! you will be blocked if you do not heed this warning ゛

You're legally required to stock the shelves and grab anything too high for him to reach.

He doesn't like the fact that he has to crane his neck to look up at you, though he's used to it with all the titans he's been around, but used to it from a hunter.

If you try to use his head as an arm rest, he will bite you.

Though he's not opposed to being carried. Whether it is a bridal carry, piggy back ride, or being held like a sack of potatoes, he's chillin

You're totally the designated big spoon. He likes the feeling of your larger body curled around his.

He steals borrows your clothes, esspically any shirts or hoodies

It's a common occurrence to see him lounging around the Derelict in your clothes.

He's a light bringer, meaning he's pretty strong. If he really needed to, he just yank you down by whatever he can grab to get his kisses in.

He also really likes forehead kisses.

#x male reader #x gender neutral reader #x gn reader #male reader #the drifter x reader #the drifter #destiny 2 x reader #destiny x reader #destiny 2 #destiny fic #mlm #gay #gender neutral reader

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destiny2imagines · 2 years

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#destiny #destiny 2 #destiny 2 imagines #destiny 2 x reader #imagines blog #mithrax #misraaks #mithrax x reader #misraaks x reader #platonic imagine #mod uldren

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kiritella · 9 months

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For those who haven't read The Witcher, I feel the need to tell you some things...

Ciri was something around 10, I think, when she met Geralt, and was a terrible brat.

One of the first times Geralt met Ciri, he gave her a piggy back ride because she hurt her leg.

He told her a bed time story because she asked him to.

Geralt is a sarcastic bastard, especially with Ciri.

Ciri led Geralt by the hand when he had to be blindfolded while walking through Brokilon forest by the Dryads.

Ciri would cling to Geralt's thigh when she was frightened.

Geralt would cuddle Ciri so that she could fall asleep, and she would reach out to him as she slept.

There were hugs, and I think all of them were initiated by Geralt himself because he could see that Ciri was frightened or he was just very happy to see her.

Stay tuned for more...

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hidden-scarlet-whispers · 1 month

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Osiris X Female Guardian:

He leaves you for Saint-14/A man

@telestoapologist credits for the inspiration LMFAO 😂

#destiny osiris #Osiris destiny #d2 #destiny 2 #destiny the game #destiny x reader #destiny x guardian

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unlucky-corvid · 3 months

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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.

#destiny 2 #headcanon #x reader #uldren sov #destiny 2 crow #the crow destiny #sfw alphabet #sfw headcanons #crow x guardian #crow x reader

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babygirlgarrus7 · 11 months

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Dust and Echos

(not my gif, belongs to @north2445 )

A/N: I watched the trailer and WOW i can NOT believe our husband is back! So I am excited to write this fic!

Ikora has asked you to come and meet her and another to discuss the next mission. Little did you know it would be an echo from the past.

Warnings: angst (TONS of it), fluff, and swearing

Masterlist

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You were called to go to meet her to brief you on your next mission. Your Ghost kept going on and on about how the readings of this planet was off, which you took note of also. It was way too odd to not notice the wavelengths.

However, it isn’t the most odd. You have battled many different enemies and how the Light is becoming more and more difficult, powerful, confusing. When fighting the Witch Queen, it wavered you a bit, having to fight the enemies that you never thought of them being able to do the things you could. Even blacking the light for dark uses. You couldn’t say anything sense you can wield it yourself.

Then almost having the second collapse happen to some lunatic that the witch warned you about. The return of the Witness, which led you to a planet called Neomuna a cyberpunk feel of the city, working along with others that called themselves the Cloud Striders. It almost succeeded by one of the pyramids that come about, which wasn’t the first time that you have seen these pyramids.

You have seen it all so it didn’t surprise you about the odd readings. When arriving the planet it was sunny, green, mountains. It was beautiful, until you saw in the distance a purple pyramid shape floating in the air. You bit your lip. “That isn’t good.” Your ghost commented looking over at you.

“Yeah.” You muttered nodding your head, steering your ship to the location.

When approaching you saw Ikora standing in a mouth of a cave, you pulled up having your ghost transport yourself out, landing on the ground. She smiled before showing some nervousness. “Hello Guardian,” She said walking towards the edge. “Glad you can make it.”

“Of course.” You said standing next to you.

“We don’t know what this is,” She said facing the purple mist. “I want you to figure out what it is, you will be having some help of course.” That’s when you heard footsteps. Before you turned to face the footsteps Ikora turned to you. “I’m sorry I didn’t tell you earlier. It was sudden. I was surprised as well.”

You were confused until you turned around. Your heart stopped, you wanted to throw up, you wanted to cry, yell. Cayde. Your ghost looked over at you then Cayde, he wasn’t different looking besides the light blue glow around his eyes and mouth.

“Oh no. There’s nothing I can…I’m sorry.”

His chest had a hole in it. He looked like shit, usually you would give him shit. Tell him that he would need to get some make up to slap on. This time you couldn’t muster a noise, words, nothing. Panic. Pure panic.

“Listen y/n…this ain’t on you.”

You were there when Cayde blamed himself about Andal, you watched him become bitter for a bit. He was also not happy about the fact that he made a bet to be on the Vanguard if Andal died. However, it was because he went and fought Taniks without him. Now this is you, you were going to be like him. Bitter. You can’t loose him.

“We can fix this, we just have to get Sundance pieces. Just please please stay with me.”

You remembered when you saw him after the Tower was taken over on Nessus, you ran to him and hugged him tight. Him chuckling and calling you his dove, due to you being beautiful and at the time innocent. Inside joke. Him tell you to stay with him, up until he knew that we had to meet Zavala and Ikora to fight.

“We will take the Reef by storm.”

Both you and Cayde laughed lowly when dancing on top of the tower, you both heard the towns below play some melodies, after bringing back the Traveller from the Red War. That’s when Cayde told you he loved you. Actually loved you.

“I refuse to bury any more friends.”

You carried him, he should have been heavy but it wasn’t. Your emotions were off, you couldn’t think. Just fuzz. When returning, the cries, gasps it was too much to place him on the bed, covering him with the satin cloth that had the Vanguard symbol.

“Uldren Sov is mine.”

And he was, died from your own hands, with his gun. Ironic. You held the gun looking at Uldren before pulling the trigger. After you did, you stood there for a while, watching the smoke slowly leaving the barrel. Thinking how the smoke was suppose to be your anger and guilt leaving it. But it wasn’t. He wasn’t here.

He is here. You tried to think of you were stuck in the pyramids. One of them. Maybe this is a nightmare, the Queen is torturing, she had to. It’s a spell. A lie. He is dead. He stopped inches away from you. Inches. You could reach out and touch him.

“I will leave you two at it.” Ikora spoke softly before walking up on the ridge.

Cayde carefully looked over you, barely remembering who you are. He knew the feeling when looking at you, knowing you are a Guardian that was under his command. However you were the one he loves. Loves. He didn’t know what to say, didn’t know how to explain.

“You’re dead.” You whispered your helmet barely making the words out.

Cayde chuckled. “I’m kind of hard to kill, you should know that y/n.”

Your ghost floated to him. “Is it really you?” You knew your ghost was making a quick scan before looking shocked. “It’s him.”

Cayde moved around to come to you, you tensed up as he came into your space. He grabbed your chin with his index and thumb. Having you look up at him. “I have been begging the Traveler to come see you again. Pretty sure I annoyed the hell out of it,” You felt the tears prick your eyes. You could feel him. Actually feel him. You focused on how his hand went to your hip and the other cup the side of your cheek. You didn’t even realize how long he was standing there waiting for you to answer. “It’s my hair isn’t it?”

You chuckled and looked down grabbing his hand from your cheek. “I missed you so much.” You voice cracked as you looked back up at him. “You died and I…” You couldn’t finish as memories came back and forth between his death and now.

“I know. I’m so sorry. I wish I could have been here. To be with you. To get out of the damn tower.” Cayde chuckled placing his head on your forehead. “I don’t know how I am here but I am now. We can do this together dove.”

You smiled holding him closer.

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local-fanfic-addict · 9 months

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From the Rooftops

Cayde-6 x Wife!reader

Notes: Fluff, period pain, period thoughts, reassurance, kisses, crying, emotional reader, gentle Cayde, Cayde is loud to make you feel better.

Synopsis: Cayde reassures you how much he loves you when you’re feeling those little nagging voices on your period. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

When Cayde walked through the door of the apartment, he definitely didn’t expect you to be sitting on the kitchen island, wrapped in a blanket, staring out the window with tears in your eyes like some kind of zombie. You didn’t even move when he closed the door or set his gear down, lost in your own thoughts and the grinding pain in your abdomen.

“Honey? You alright?” He looked half frightened, though more concerned as he approached you and took your hand, wiping away your tears with his free hand. The cold metal that was his skin finally snapped you out of whatever spiral you were in and your eyes met his.

“Can you tell me you love me?” The faint whisper fell upon his processors and his eyes widened before he drew you into a tight embrace and you finally started to sob.

“Hey now, what’s that supposed to mean, what happened?” He tried to wrack his brain to think of all the possible things he had done wrong for it to come this far, but nothing clicked. It wasn’t until his eyes flicked over the calendar that he finally realized.

“Oh sweetheart… com’on. Sit.” He all but picked you up and set you on the couch before sitting beside you.

“Look, I just get super emotional around this time, you know?” Your head was downturned, looking at the wooden floor of your apartment. Your eyes were pink and glossy with unfallen tears and yet you knew, deep down, that you were loved. That you were cared for. That Cayde would die for you. So why did you feel like this? Why did these tiny little voices feel so lonely? Was it truly so selfish to want to hear it again? To hear that he loved you?

“It’s... all these hormones, or something.”

“Do you doubt that I love you?” His voice was soft, and there was a smile on his face like he was falling in love with you all over again. He couldn’t help but think how you looked so vulnerable with your head on his shoulder where the two of you sat together and in that moment, he wanted to keep you two just like this.

Your voice peaked, tears starting to flow freely again as you suddenly thought of a world without him next to you as he spoke. “No, of course not!” You wrapped your arm around his and sought to hide your face and tears from him.

“I just… I need to hear it again. It helps. I don’t know why, but it does.” Your muffled voice was sniffling, high and soft.

A smile of adoration crossed his face, how did he get to be so lucky? To care for you wholly and completely as he did now? You were so… cute, even now, and it made him want to fly.

Gently, he placed his hand on the top of your head, waiting to gain your attention again when you finally lifted your tear stained face from the crook of his arm. Your eyes were red now, and they stung a bit, your stuffy nose sniffling. You were definitely emotional, on the verge of another wave of fresh tears if another bad thought crossed your mind.

“You want some reassurance? How’s this: I. Love. You.” He grasped your face between each hand with soft fingers as he interspersed quick kisses in between each word. Your nose, your cheeks, your lips, forehead and chin were promptly covered in his kisses as he kept repeating the same three words with each attack of his lips.

“I love you, I love you, I love you-“

It quickly sent you into a fit of teary giggles, the tickling sensation of his reassuring gestures as your heart was uplifted almost immediately.

“God, I love you so much, I could shout it from the rooftops! The top of the tower, and from skyscrapers! Or space!” He raised himself from his seat with a huge grin.

“I love my wife!” His loud voice carried through your living room, arms outstretched like he was indeed proclaiming it to the world and to any who would listen.

“Do you hear me? I love! My! Wife!” He grew louder, actually moving to open a window to scream it again to the neighbors as you sat laughing hysterically with more tears running down your face, happy this time.

This was indeed love.

#bwcfic #one shot #cayde 6 #destiny 2 #destiny exo #destiny cayde #cayde 6 x reader

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deadbydad-writes · 9 months

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Character(s) x Fem! Reader Prompts I Will Write For: Week 1

Takahashi Takeda (Mortal Kombat)

Childhood Friends to Lovers

Flirting while sparring

Enemies to Lovers (Lin Kuei Fem! Reader x Shirai Ryu Takeda)

First kiss

You fall asleep on Takeda after a hard and long mission

You spend the night with Takeda (You can add an idea you have for this if you want in the request)

Date night (You can put in what the date is going to be if you want in the request)

Cassie Cage (Mortal Kombat)

You meet Cassie's parents

Movie night (You get to choose movie in request)

Cassie explains to you what her green energy power is

Bodyguard! Cassie (Fem! Reader can be an actress or singer)

You get dared to kiss Cassie by Jacqui

You comfort Cassie after she comes back from a tough mission

You and Cassie go to the beach

Ellie Williams (The Last of Us)

You treat Ellies wounds

You and Ellie go out on patrol

Ellie tells you she's immune

You and Ellie smoke some weed together

You give Ellie a tattoo of your own (You can add what the tattoo can be and where in the request)

You and Ellie go swimming together

You cut Ellies hair

Jesse (The Last of Us)

You and Jesse have to wait out a snowstorm

You save Jesse from getting attacked by a Clicker (You can add on to it if you want to in the request)

You and Jesse spend a quiet morning together

You and Jesse flirt on patrol

Donna and Ellie get you and Jesse together

You and Jesse go get a drink together after patrol

Jesse patches up your wounds

Cloud Strife (Final Fantasy)

You meet at Tifa's bar and Cloud buys you a drink

You play with Clouds hair while he sleeps

You tease Cloud about hair being so damn spikey

You and Cloud take a walk through the Slums

You watch Cloud dance at the HoneyBee Inn

You're a bartender and close friend of Tifa's and Cloud decides to flirt with you

Cloud sees you in a dress for the first time *Kind of like when Cloud sees Aerith in the red dress* (You can add the details of the dress if you want in the request)

Aerith Gainsborough (Final Fantasy)

Aerith teaches you how to make a flower crown

Aerith teaches you about the language of flowers (You can add what flowers you want but only up to 6 or 7 in the request)

Cuddling in a field of flowers

You spend the night with Aerith during a thunderstorm

You help Aerith pick flowers

You accompany Aerith home

You meet Aeriths mother

Cayde-6 (Destiny)

Spicy ramen date with Cayde

Cayde takes you on a tour around the tower

You save Cayde from trouble

You and Cayde go 1v1 in Crucible

You and Cayde go watch the sunset outside

Target practice date or Who Can Get The Most Headshots Winner Gets All Of The Glimmer and A Make-Out Session

Sparrow Racing

Mara Sov (Destiny)

Mara Sov teaches you the ways of the Awoken

First time meeting Mara

Stargazing from the highest balcony of the Queens castle with Mara Sov

You are Mara Sov's Royal Awoken Guard and lover (You can send me a request for a small plot for this if you want it just can't be angst or smut)

You become Mara's favorite Guardian (You can add any ideas you have in the request)

Forbidden Lovers

Mara shows you a little bit of her magic

I will make more of these but with other characters, so stay tuned for those I guess.

But it will take me some time with any requests because I am on vacation with my mom and little sister but I will do them just not as fast or quick.

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x-galactic-star-x · 1 year

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Imagine

Home

Cayde 6 x civilian!reader

im just a big fan of how a mortal and immortal can love eachother uwu

just cuddle fluff idea of our poor hunter vanguard need of hugs and cuddles.

After a long day, Cayde comes home, mentaly drained as he rubbed at his metalic face with his gloved hand.

honestly, if he could go out into the wildernes he wouldnt conplain so much or try to sneak out, but apparently its too dangerus to go out.

at least he have someone to come home to. He walked over to the kitchen as he took of his gloves and let his hood fall back on his shoulder. he went to grab some snacks, and grab a bag of sesame seed muesli, and a purified spring water and a spring of parsley.

walking over to the little nesting place for Colonel, he poured some of her favorite seeds in a bowl and get her the spring water.

said chicken cooes and dug in and helped herself.

with a small pet over her soft feathers Cayde stood up and went to get into something comfortable. taking off his vanguard armor he placed them neatly onto the couch lazily and grabbed a hoodie and baggy pants.

after eating a little snack and drink something in the kitchen he let Sundance clean up after him for he is just too tired at the moment and said goodnight to her going to his room.

opening the door he wish he could still smile as he saw his beloved curled up on his bed. She have a bit of a bed hair as some decided to cover her beautiful face. her beautiful skin, looking soft and comfortable.

he still wonders sometimes if he isnt too hard to cuddle up to but she never complained.

with a soft sigh he quietly closed the door and walked over ever so slowly and quietly for an exo, most likely his hunter skills. He let himself lie down on the bed and moved a few stray of hair out of her face and sighed happily.

he let his thumb softly run over her cheek then to her lips then let his hand fall onto his chest looking at her.

it might sound creepy but to him its calming to watch her sleep.. his precious (Y/N)... just watching her breath, eyelashed fluttering ever so slightly, her soft cheeks.

he moved a little closer and let his metal plated mouth rest on her forehead as a kiss and wrapprd his arms around her.

it feels nice to hold her in his arms.. his slightly cold metal frame against her warm skin, warmed his metalic frame, and his heart.

"I'm home."

he softly spoke and he felt her shift a bit making him stay still, did he woke her up? or is she just fixing herself up?

he felt one of her arm wrap around his waist and lightly grip onto his hoodie. His glowing blue eyes shines in the darkened room as he glances down to look at her, and all he saw is a smiling face of his beloved with sleepy gaze looking into his tired one.

"Welcome home."

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im not really confident in writing fanfics lately but i can always give it a try fpr one shot moments , lemme know what yall think

also i dont rly have much of a screenshot collection of cayde much so i used my pic i made in vrc, hope ita not cringe ♠️❤️

#cayde 6 #cayde 6 destiny #cayde-6 #destiny 2 #cayde 6 x reader #imagines #imagine #cayde 6 imagine #idk i guess its a small fanfic #i tried ok?

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ecoamerica · 24 days

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emzalot · 1 year

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Imagine

Baking Cayde-6 some cookies to spread the Dawning spirit and he asks you for more every time he sees you because they’re the best cookies he’s ever had…

“Hey, hey, before you go— you wouldn’t have any more of those cookies on you by any chance?…N-No?…Let’s say I took you out for some spicy ramen, would you make more?… Fantastic.”

#cayde x guardian!reader #cayde 6 #cayde-6 #cayde 6 x reader #cayde 6 imagine #destiny 2 imagine #destiny imagine #destiny dawning

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keesdarlin · 4 months

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☆// the night market

info! cayde-6 / fluff, ambiguous relationship + gender neutral reader

cw! no CWs

notes! first draft on this account - kinda nerve-wracking! also my first time ever writing for cayde -- just a lot of firsts going on. i hope that this is a good way to get this account started. feel free to drop any requests into my inbox! (listen i'm also writing this like cayde never died just for my own peace of mind. i just can't really do that right now just pretend along with me. lil vaguely christmas-themed piece)

it's chilly. the cold bites right through the thinnest layers of your clothes - the ends of your sleeves that cover your knuckles. no armor tonight. it's nice, if you're being honest.

the atmosphere is bright, more festive than you're used to. old string lights hang overhead, swaying as people move about the tents, looking through wares for sale. people chatter away at stalls, haggling without too much seriousness. music plays from somewhere -- wherever it's coming from, you can't see it, but it sounds nice and calm and live. you can't remember the song exactly, but it's familiar. it puts you at ease in the crowd. you just stand in the middle of the hustle and bustle, watching. it's nice to disappear into the crowd every once in a while, to be an observer rather than a protector for just a moment. a reminder of what you're fighting for.

you hum to yourself, your ghost hovering over your shoulder as you watch the motion of the crowd. then you yelp, feeling a purposeful yet awkward nudge against your shoulder. you turn to confront whoever it is with one hand over your chest, the other flying to the carefully concealed holster at your hip, to be met with none other than cayde-6. you force your eyes shut for a second and focus on the exhale that follows, hand falling away from your holster. "you scared the light out of us, cayde!" your ghost cries, shell spinning anxiously.

when you open your eyes, your expression is fairly deadpan, unamused at the slight smile he cracks. "since when are you so jumpy?" he teases, holding a mug in each hand. "i got us some, uh, hot chocolates. isn't that what you do at these things?"

he hands you one awkwardly, twisting his wrist so that you would be able to grab it from the handle. the mugs are metal, well-worn and dented, but just the right temperature to warm your reddening fingertips. "since i'm not wearing any gear," you mutter, holding your mug close to your chest. "and you might wanna be a little more careful with scaring me. i could've shot you." you really did scare us, you know.

cayde scoffs, stuffing one of his hands in his pocket. "seriously? you're packing heat at this little christmas fair?"

silently, you lean into him with your hip leading, just enough for him to feel the pressure of your holster against his leg.

his eyebrows raise in realization. "oh. i stand corrected."

you shake your head, hiding a grin by sipping at your drink. you nod in approval, humming your thanks.

then it's quiet for a beat. your ghost dissipates back to wherever they go when they're not hovering over your shoulder (you try not to think about it too much; the rationalizations can get kind of freaky), and you and cayde are left people watching in the center of the hustle and bustle.

"what are you doing here anyways?" you ask over the edge of your cup, opting to watch a group of friends flit from stall to stall instead of looking over at him. "i thought you weren't coming."

"well, i wouldn't be a very good, uhm..." it's a strong start, but when he turns to look at you as he speaks it's like the wheels in his head start to struggle a little bit. he clears his throat, trying to get himself back on track. "i wouldn't be a very good friend if i let you come by yourself, would i?"

you laugh softly, and the sound is bright, cutting through the buzzing noise of the crowd. "so he does have honor," you tease, finally smiling at him. for a second it doesn't feel quite so cold outside. then your gaze aims straight again and the rest of the atmosphere comes back into focus. "no, you wouldn't be. i would have taken it very personally."

"that so?" cayde looks down at you, amused. his voice rumbles deep and hearty in his chest, like the crackling of a campfire. it feels safe, has you wondering why you thought to bring your sidearm in the first place. but then you remember that he's looking at you, waiting for your response.

"oh, absolutely," you chuckle, and it comes out just a touch too fast, but if he notices he doesn't say anything. just laughs along with you.

the air settles again, both of you sighing into your mugs. "would you like to walk a little bit?" he asks, pulling his free hand out of his pocket and gesturing down the aisle.

you smile, fully this time with teeth and all, and take a step forward. "sure, i'd love to."

so you go, weaving through people and looking through trinkets and laughing at little lighthearted incidents occurring on the periphery of the market, humming along to the music, one of you always close behind the other. and the part of you that thought this would probably be awkward falls silent.

"you know what would go great with this hot chocolate?" you ask over your shoulder, and the brush of his cape against yours tells you that he's coming around the corner of the tent after you.

"what would?"

"some cookies," you say, smiling even though he can't see you. "on me, of course, since you bought the hot chocolate." you turn back into the aisle, deciding that the tent's wares no longer interest you.

cayde scoffs, sounding almost shocked. "listen, kid, you don't have to-"

you glare playfully over your shoulder, following your nose down the aisle to a vendor selling sweet treats. "if it makes you feel better, we can say that i'm only getting you one so that i don't feel bad about getting two for myself. deal?"

and cayde laughs again, breath coming out in wispy puffs. "okay, sure. deal."

the line goes fairly quickly and in no time you hold three chocolate chip cookies, carefully handing one off to the exo man. "thanks," he says awkwardly.

you shake your head. "no problem."

both of you munch on your cookies for a moment before you abruptly look up at him again. "we've never hung out outside of work before," you say as though you're just realizing it.

cayde straightens up at the though. "oh... i guess we haven't really, huh?"

you shake your head.

"guess that makes sense seeing as we're both... always working..." he says shoulders slumping. gosh, how boring.

"do you want to do something?" you ask. "like do something, not just hang out at the market?"

"i, uhm. sure. yeah," he stammers.

you nod to yourself, starting off into the crowd. he scrambles to follow after you.

soon enough he finds the both of you in a bustling field a tiny bit away from the market. it's much more calm out here than in the market even in spite of the number of people around.

"you do this often?" he asks uncertainly, watching over your shoulder as you sit hunched over on the ground, decorating a paper lamp.

"do what often?" you reply, not looking up from whatever it is that you're drawing.

cayde gestures vaguely, floundering for a moment. "this whole night market thing."

"oh." you look up from what you're drawing for a just a moment, staring at the sky. "not really. mostly just for the dawning."

cayde smiles. "so are you a dawning fanatic? do you do the outfits and the presents and the themed parties and all that?"

you wrinkle your nose, laughing lightly. "no, not really. i just like the market. don't have much to decorate with at home."

he nods. "fair enough."

then you turn to him, holding out your pencil. "you draw something on there too."

"oh, i'm not much of an artist."

you roll your eyes. "who cares? just put something on there, anything. it'll make things more fun."

cayde hums a disagreement but starts drawing anyways. once he's done he hands the pencil back to you. you hold the paper lantern up to the light, playfully analyzing it. "it's beautiful," you coo teasingly. he only bumps you with his shoulder in response.

"okay, so now what?" he asks, hands clasped together.

"now," you start, fluffing the lantern open, "we send it off."

cayde nods his head. "and how do we do that?"

you smile and pull a tea candle and a lighter out of your pocket. "with these. see you light it and you put it in the little holder in there, and then it floats. you wanna see?"

cayde smiles down at you and something about how bright the expression is makes you forget that you're out in a field, away from all of the light and holiday chaos of the night market. "sure," he says like it's simple. and you guess it is as you flight your lighter and light the little candle.

he watches as you place the candle in it's little structure. then he helps you lift it above your head, both of you giving it the tiniest boost as it goes on its journey in the sky. you sit in silence together as you watch it float off into space, into the smattering of stars across the sky.

"thanks for coming." you let yourself lean into the warmth of his side. he doesn't protest. it's comfortable there, in this moment, in the air trapped between the both of you. "i normally do this by myself, but it was nice to have company this year."

finally, he peels his eyes off of your little lantern in the sky to look down at you. "i had a great time. 'd love to do it again."

your expression melts into a cozy smile as your brain processes the words. i'd love to do it again sometime. you grin up at him. "deal."

#this was supposed to be SHORT #why am i incapable of being a normal person #i sat down to write this at 11pm #now it's 2am and this fic is 1.6k words long #what happened. where did they come from #cayde 6 x reader #cayde-6 x reader #cayde-6 #cayde 6 #destiny x reader #destiny 2 x reader

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