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hidden-scarlet-whispers · 2 months

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Hi so ummm. My first like… fanfic????? It's about Astral… I don’t Know what it really is but…. Hiiiiiiii….

@darthvaderofmiddle-earth @jadedzer0

The lake lapped at his feet. It wanted more of him.

Everything does.

They gaze out at the setting sun, miles away from the city as he always is. No distractions or the fawning of fool citizens or admiring idiots blinded by their ideal of him. Astral.

He steps further into the lake, its coldness is a mockery of the numb void or the tight stasis he uses. His fingers shake. The stasis stuck to his hands from such rigorous use…clinks like wine glasses. A subtle difference from the noises his jewellery and chains, embedded into his skin, sounds like. An annoying difference that has more than once sent them off the edge.

The water covers his breasts now. The sun is burning on his eye, and their prosthesis is boiling within his skull, such direct and continuous sunlight searing its heat to his bone.

He remembers when the sun's heat was welcomed… at the darkest storms of the Iron Temple. He can recall the nights spent alongside Osiris, practising their light. The sun's heat was far greater in those days, Astral should have cherished it more. Now it is a blister that refuses to heal (if only because they keeps picking at it.)

The lake engulfs them. The silence is like a balm. He finally turns away from the sun and instead looks down at his wrists. Covered in purple ribbons. A very specific purple.

They still remember that day as well. Fallen had attacked the fledgling city and the Speaker had been cornered. The fool. He saved him.

Twas hardly a note-worthy task but Saint-14 had deemed it differently. The ribbons were to show his gratitude, just as the hundreds of flightless had done for him. Though instead, they were wearing their ribbons proudly as saint-14 had done with his, Astral used them to hide a… secret.

Their chest hurts from the lack of Oxygen. Many other guardians struggled to get past it when they attempted thanonatics. He died choking out into the dead of space from his first resurrection. This is… like a babes swaddle for them. Comforting. Limiting.

He sinks deeper. He looks back to the sun but it's naught but a dying spark. He raises his hands to touch it. The ribbons have lost their colour.

He sinks.

The lake is greedy.

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kaz-identified · 4 months

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"Do you think we're friends in every universe?"

"There's not how the multiverse works."

Crow throws up his hands, looking down at where the Young Wolf is tapping away furiously at a datapad on the bench next to him. "Oh, of course. Traveler forbid we use our imaginations."

The Guardian looks up, rolling their eyes. "But like, objectively that's not how it works. There's infinities within infinities of the universe there's infinite worlds where we're friends, infinite worlds where we're enemies, infinite worlds where we're something between, infinite worlds where we're something more. Infinite worlds where we don't even know each other. That's how infinity works. Infinity exists within itself. Infinity contains multitudes of infinity. Does that make sense?"

"...kind of?" Crow half-answers.

The Guardian shrugs. "Well. It's complicated. But to answer your question, no. But we're friends in an infinite number of them. And we're friends in this one. And that's good enough."

Crow smiles. "Yea, that is good enough."

#destiny #crow x young wolf #crow x guardian #destiny 2 #destiny fanfic #the crow d2

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zalia · 2 months

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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Destiny (Video Games) Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Osiris/Saint-14 (Destiny) Characters: Osiris (Destiny), Saint-14 (Destiny) Additional Tags: Early Days, Thanatonautics, Drowning, Prophecy, Sex, Anal Sex, Love, Falling In Love, Affection, Vacation, Swimming, faction wars (Destiny), The Last City (Destiny), Developing Relationship, Teasing, Porn with Feelings, Feelings Realization, Feelings, Light Angst Summary:

He treads water, then takes a deep breath and sinks.

An experiment with Thanatonautics is, as Osiris discovers, not Saint's preferred way to spend a day away from the City. Especially when far more enjoyable entertainment is available.

#destiny 2 #destiny the game #o14 #osiris #saint-14 #destiny osiris #destiny saint 14 #destiny fic #destiny fanfic #destiny fanfiction

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oncedied · 11 months

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Hey guys! I'm Cayde and I've decided to (re-) open my Destiny server by the name of clovis gay homosexoscience lol it's supposed to be a fun chill place to talk about ocs and other things and in general just have fun and gush abt the game we know and love

it's intended to be a community mainly for me and my mutuals but others are welcome.

#destiny #destiny 2 #i have decided to be the change I wish to see in the world and open this server #again at least.#destiny oc #destiny ocs #destiny fanfiction #destiny fanfic

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makuta-tobi · 7 months

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Destinytober 2023 Day 7: SIVA

“I really, really, don't like this,” Athena shouldered her way past the scorched husk of a Servitor, her Ghost swinging its light to illuminate the crumbled passageways.

“What's not to like?” Tobi-17 hopped over some collapsed machinery, his attention drawn to the room around him, and he almost collided with the Awoken Titan as she stopped her task of moving aside rubble to shoot him a sharp look. “It's just a little exploration to see what we can make of the old program, that's all. Any new subroutines that we don't have access to.”

The hulking Titan turned her massive form toward him and leaned down so they were eye level.

“If Lord Saladin finds out about anything we're doing here, I'm telling him you kidnapped me at gunpoint. He's gonna have both our hides flayed by his new War Beasts.”

“And that's why we're doing it quietly and off the books,” the Exo shrugged and slipped past Athena, wiggling between a bank of computer terminals. “And besides, we're not going deep enough into the Plaguelands to even come close to the replication chamber, we're just gonna find some of the constructs nearby. I'll scan them and see what sort of commands they were running before they shut down, that's all.”

Athena scoffed at the casual dismissal. SIVA was dangerous. Unique, helpful, beautiful, and the most dangerous piece of tech Clovis Bray had ever created.

“And what would Ana think?” she continued, following the Warlock, who had begun prying open a door with a piece of rebar. “Or Elsie?”

Tobi-17 stopped and sighed. “I'm just trying to be helpful, okay? I'm just thinking, you know, we've tried to implement it before-”

“And it's always ended in tragedy every damned time,” she cut him off.

“-and we've always been prevented from trying by other forces,” he finished, unable to hide the annoyance in his voice. “First it was the Iron Lords getting merc'd by Big Red, and when they tried to blow it up and hide it, the Fallen kept us from running it back. But now, there's only two Iron Lords left, and one of them has been out of the system for years, the other is busy handling everything else. And Rasputin is... gone,” he faltered for a moment, then shook his head and continued, “he lost all control of it. There's no more Fallen here, no Hive, no nothing,” he spread his hands out wide for emphasis. “We're safe. But if we had it before... we could have done something.”

His voice sounded almost remorseful as he chewed over his thoughts. Athena gave him time, but then spoke up when she realized his concern.

“You think we could have prevented all... that if we had SIVA?” she gestured up at the ceiling, indicating the sky beyond it. Rasputin destroyed, the Warsats useless, the Traveler corrupted with a portal to who-knows-where ripped into its surface. “You know as well as I do that it wouldn't have been enough.”

“Maybe!” he blurted, “But maybe if we had SIVA, Rasputin could have had a working body sooner! He could have been one step ahead. Or we could have built a blockade, or more weapons in the City-”

“Or we could have been overtaken by our own fear and destroyed like everyone else who's tried to use this stuff.”

“Not everyone,” he unlimbered his rifle and held it up to her. The Outbreak rifles had been constructed by Shiro-4 and perfected by the Gunsmiths of the Tower. Now they were deadly weapons of war, less so than the great building blocks they had once been designed as. Athena sighed in defeat.

“It's not the same, but... fine. Let's see if we can't find you some old construction equipment.” Tobi-17 nodded and replaced the rifle on his back. Breaking open the door with another heave of the rebar, the two of them continued deeper into the facility, carefully stepping over shattered glass, fallen structures, and destroyed Shanks that still littered the floors here.

They emerged into a large room, possibly an amphitheater of some kind, and Tobi-17 suppressed a noise of joy. In the center of the room, dead and dormant, was a mass of machinery half-built. Dark cords of SIVA seemed to come from the floor, collecting in one central mechanism. Large black diamond shapes sprouted from the cords, like fungus growing on tree roots. All of it before them was made of an incalculable number of nano machines, that had once been programmed to build whatever was toppled over before them. The two Guardians picked their way down the steps and over damaged seats towards the prize laid out in front of them.

Tobi-17 reached into his pack and retrieved a small handheld screen with some wires coming from the bottom with diodes on the ends. He knelt down and jammed both of the rods into the mass of cables that looked as though they had fused into the very floor itself. The data feeds began flooding over the screen and he became lost in thought, murmuring affirmations to himself. Athena turned and walked over the broken floor to drop into one of the chairs, which nearly disintegrated as soon as she collapsed into it. She rested her rifle in her lap and let her eyes wander over the desolate room. There wasn't much here. Some Fallen cargo pods had been abandoned here years ago, as well as a cache of Ether, which she made a mental note of to alert Misraaks of later. There was a large shadow obscured in the back that could have very likely been the stripped down remains of a jumpship, or possibly a Fallen Walker, who was to say.

She heard Tobi-17 exclaim something to himself, and his Ghost, which now orbited around his head was responding, the two of them talking a mile a minute. Athena smiled and tilted her head back. Some objects hung from the ceiling, though she couldn't tell if they were lights or something else entirely, suspended on long ropes. A small hole had opened up in the roof and she could see the mid evening sky just outside, casting a faint line of pale orange against the nearby wall and floor. It wasn't enough to illuminate the room, but it was better than nothing. She swung her leg out and kicked a large piece of rubble. There was a loud groan.

Athena sat up and adjusted her position, hand wrapped around the grip of her rifle. Tobi-17 was loudly proclaiming his findings to his Ghost, but there was no other sound. Until there was. Another loud groan, coming from the back of the room. She raised her rifle and peered through the short scope, hoping to see something else. The Titan slowly backed up towards her Warlock partner.

“Hey, you got what you need, right?” she asked, her voice low.

“What?” he said without looking up, still distracted. “You have to see this, the algorithm is so much more complex than I realized, the self replication process is way more advanced than anything I've ever seen, it isn't even adapted to full in the guns!”

“Yeah, that's great and all, but are you done?” she asked. The Exo looked up and saw her kneeling next to him, but staring through the sights of her gun to the back of the room.

“Just about, why?” he set his device down and began to rise from his crouched position on the floor, grabbing his own gun.

“There's something else in here,” she said quietly. Then the load groan came again. Then a hum. Then a horn sound. The dark silhouette at the back of the room had a series of 8 dotted lights illuminate on its front, and then lines of red snaked up and around its body, giving it form as it rose.

“Hey, Seventeen?” Athena said softly. “Didn't you say the Kell's Scourge was the first Brig ever built?”

“Well, it was the first successful Brig ever built,” he answered. The hulking machine rose to its full height, and opened fire.

The first shot went over their heads and blew off a huge chunk of wall behind them.

“Grab the data!” Athena shouted as she braced her rifle on her shoulder and returned fire. The Brig took a few cautious steps forward and fired another arc shot, which whizzed by and made the air sizzle as it destroyed part of the floor to their left. Tobi-17 snatched up the terminal and shoved it back in his bag. The SIVA by his feet began glowing red as well, energy pulses running up from an unseen source.

“Let's boogie!” he laughed to no one, forming a void grenade in his hand and hurling it at the machine that was making its way slowly, tentatively, towards them. The energy ball landed just behind it, and a vortex pulled it backwards, undoing some of its progress. Athena kept up her fire as the Warlock hopped over a row of seats and gestured to the door. “Come on!”

Keeping low, she ran and fired on it, even as the Brig charged its cannon and shot again, missing by a wide margin.

“Are we just gonna run from this thing?” she asked incredulously as he held the ancient door open for her.

“Look, I saw the program running. It was dormant, but this particular lot was programmed for defense. The thing down there, it's another Brig, or at least it was supposed to be. They're guards, they're not gonna give chase.”

“You better be right," Athena ducked through the door, then peeked out and fired another burst from her rifle as the Brig took another step, covering her companion. The door slammed shut right as another arc shot took out half the wall. The two of them ran as quickly as they could, but their progress was impeded by the collapsed building they were currently occupying. They could hear its heavy footfalls and the sound of walls collapsing as it tried to locate them. But even empowered with SIVA, the prototype Brig was not able to locate them by itself. The processing power was slow, and was attempting to locate them based on where they would go, not where they currently were.

The pair managed to find the beacon they had placed at the broken down entrance, and they snatched it up, saddling on their Sparrows. The Brig inside made a loud rumbling noise, but it seemed so distant now. Perhaps it had finally given up now that they had left its stomping ground.

“So, did you get what you needed?” Athena growled in annoyance.

“Maybe,” the Warlock shrugged, “gonna have to go over it with some people.”

Athena shook her head and opened the throttle on her Sparrow, shooting towards the nearest relay point. She wanted to get the hell out of the Plaguelands, and back into her own bed. It had been too long. Tobi-17 steeled himself for the road ahead, leaned forward, and shot off after her.

#destinytober #destinytober23 #destiny 2 #destiny fanfic #fanfic #fanfiction #tobi writes

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screaming-for-eternally · 10 months

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Introducing: my cursed Caydren project

#destiny 2 #destiny #cayde 6 #uldren sov #a03 #ao3 #archive of our own #destiny fanfic #fanfic #fanfiction #petra venj #sundance

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krastbannert · 2 days

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Title: stranger in a strange land

Fandom: Destiny

Characters: Original Male Character(s), Petra Venj, Male Guardian (Destiny), Wolfram Siegfried Adler (OC), Ghost (Destiny), Original Ghost (Destiny), Acier

Tags: Petra Venj/Original Male Character(s), Male Guardian/Petra Venj, Petra Venj/Wolfram Siegfried Adler, Fluff, Friends to Lovers, Hurt/Comfort, Fluff and Angst, Canon-Typical Violence, Friendship/Love, lots of lore that i’m making up because canon is my bitch, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Neighbors, oh my god they were neighbors, Getting to Know Each Other, Other Additional Tags to Be Added, Music, Inspired by Fanart, Nostalgia, no beta we die like my college gpa

Summary:

She’s in a strange place, a place she hates and a place that hates her. She’ll do her duty here for as long as she can, as long as she needs to, but she still aches for home.

He’s been here for too long, has more scars than skin, done so much against Vanguard orders that he’s an outcast among his own. He tries to tell himself he doesn’t care.

And they’re neighbors.

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The story of two pariahs who, without really looking for it, stumble into love, and a whole lot more.

#fireteam storm #sinners to be saints #guardian #petra venj #petra venj x guardian #destiny fanfic #destiny fanfiction #destiny 2 #destiny the game #destiny

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jadevalentine-writes · 1 year

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Chapters: 2/3 Fandom: Destiny (Video Games) Rating: Mature Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Osiris/Saint-14 (Destiny) Characters: Saint-14 (Destiny), Original Exo Character(s) (Destiny), Sagira | Osiris's Ghost (Destiny), Geppetto | Saint-14's Ghost (Destiny), Osiris (Destiny) Additional Tags: Exo Anatomy (Destiny), Wire Play, Domestic Fluff, Implied Sexual Content, Brief angst because it's O14 and how can I not?, Pre-Osiris Banishment, POV Alternating Series: Part 3 of The Phoenix & The Pigeon Summary:

Saint-14 had done his research. He knew of all the Exo modification shops within the City’s walls that the one he was currently standing in front of was currently the best. What was surprising was the unassuming storefront.

Well, it was definitely discrete. As Saint gently pulled open the dark grey front door, he supposed that was a good thing considering the shop’s contents.

Chapter 2 is now live!

#o14 #o14 fic #osiris #destiny osiris #saint-14 #destiny fanfic #welcome to the mod shop

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fireteampassenger · 10 months

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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

#destiny 2 #d2 #destiny fanfiction #destiny fanfic #destiny guardians #destiny oc #i love doing stuff like this #Ikoras had enough of Aunors sh*t #just a little introduction to my ocs #drifter is best rat boy

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jillybean-seighdrasov · 3 months

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Starlight Corvid ch 5

“Your majesty, when I asked about my duties and the stipulations, I was not with Uldren. As far as I was concerned, he despised me.” Now that was not completely true, just moments before he had brought her to the queen, he kissed her. But at the time they were not an item. “When he dropped me from the Crows and I was offered this job, that is when he confessed his feelings for me. Am I in trouble for something? Are Uldren’s prior feelings for me, my fault?”

Mara narrowed her eyes on Ausha. She wasn’t sure if she should be pissed or amused that Ausha was being assertive with her. “That all depends on when you started having feelings for the prince.”

Now Ausha was getting irritated. How the hell was this any of the queen’s business. This could make or break hers and Uldren’s courtship. Fuck! Then she remembered what Jolyon told her after she was dropped from the Crows. He thought her and Uldren were a secret item. Is that where the queen got it from? She didn’t know if she should confess to being crazy about Uldren before they left the Distributary or not. She figured it was best not to lie. “My crush started back in the Distributary, back when I was a young teenager. Nothing more. He wasn’t even the prince back then. And when we arrived on the Reef, I kind of distanced myself from people and hid to my studies. Yes, Uldren and I were acquaintances, he is my brother’s best friend. It was unavoidable. But no, Uldren and I were not lovers, nor are we now, since you feel it is your business to know what goes on in my bed. Now if you’ll excuse me, Your Grace, I think I have had enough of this interrogation. If you want me to stop seeing Uldren, just come out and say it.” Ausha stood up quickly “I have work I need to get back to.” And Ausha began to head for the door.

Mara stood up “Miss Till, we are not finished here.”

“Yes, Queen Mara, we are. If you want to discuss my training fine, but my love life is none of your business. And some things are mine to keep private.”

“Even if it involves my brother?”

“Especially, if it involves your brother.”

starlight corvid ch5 here on A03

#ao3 fanfic #uldren sov #Uldren and Ausha #destiny fanfic

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kaz-identified · 8 months

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houseofmcallister presents... Pink in the Night

Pairing: Crow x Young Wolf Category: One-Shot Genre: Fluff, Angst? (yearning. just yearning.) Rating: 13+ Warnings: No major warnings apply Word Count: 1.9k Summary: Basking in the glow of your glorious light is enough.

she/they pronouns used for the Guardian. because this is basically faolan.

a/n: Did you know I write poetry? No? Well I do. And this is one of them. Sorry if this is a little disjointed. This is pure poetry.

I love you, I love you, I love you.

Crow thinks maybe this is enough. Maybe he'll be OK with just this, even if it kills him.

Even if he is desperately in love it's almost painful.  There's something akin to suicide that comes from seeing the person that you love and adore, someone who saved your life and will put their life on the line to save yours and everyone else's day and day out, time and time again, and knowing how selfish it would be to tell them you love them. Knowing that they can't have that distraction right now, knowing that if they knew, and you got hurt they would never forgive themself.

There's something like being killed a thousand times over to yearning so much it's almost painful, craving nothing but being in their arms, wanting so desperately to hold them, to whisper sweet nothings in their ear and remind them that they're alive, and sometimes that's enough.   Something similar to what he thinks being burned alive is like in wanting to make a home with them, give them a place to come back to after the battle, somewhere to let their eyes close, drop their head into your lap, and simply enjoy the sweet sensation of sharing the presence of someone you love.

It's such an unselfish love, driven by a desire to simply help. Let them be saved for once instead of the one being saved. Just wanting to give them a sense of peace. But, he faces fire and lets it scald his heart, knowing that even a love so pure, so altruistic would be a death sentence where it shared right now.  

A soldier who goes into the war with a lover waiting back home is a soldier who will fight and die and claw their way home to their lover's arms.  But a soldier who finds them during the battle? Someone still so recklessly in love? That's a fool waiting to be slaughtered.   

So, for now, he'll swallow his feelings, force his heart to stay still when the Guardian walks by, forces himself not to blush when they smile and wave, even if it feels like a dagger to the heart every time.   He'll bite back every confession. Hold every "I love you", every "I adore you", every "I don't need you to love me back. I just need you to know that I'm here for you. I just need you to know that I love you and I care and thank you for saving me thank you for believing in me thank you for letting me be more than what I was thank you thank you I love you I love you I love you. "  Even if it feels like swallowing fire every time he digs his fingers into his palm to distract himself from how pretty they look when the starlight hits their hair. How their eyes sparkle in the firelight. How the Light dances off their skin when they wield it in combat.  

Just being near them is enough.   Just getting to bask in their glory.  

It's like standing in the sunlight during a warm fall day. Loving her, is like... loving the sun. She is the sun. That's it, she's simply the sun. Something beautiful and infinite and endless and breathtaking in a way only something divine can be. Something deathly, incomprehensibly strong so gentle. Something you cannot live without, you need it.

The feeling of something so devastatingly incredible and cosmically powerful, and knowing it could never hurt you, knowing you are privileged enough to love it, even if you don't know if it could ever love you back.

There is a god before you. A god of death and destruction, armed with a million guns, with a smile like a thousand knives.  And they are flipping one in the air because they want to impress you.  

Blood and Light drip from her presence like ambrosia and honey from a goddess. She basks in the sunshine and smiles as she drives the knife into an enemy's chest. She is terrifying and she is deadly and she is lovely and she is wonderful, and he wants nothing more than to hold her close and call her his, but he cannot.

So for now he'll bask in the presence of the Young Wolf, knowing she could snap his fingers and decimate armies, knowing the hands that have held his so gently and guided him through hell have rended gods to ashes.

She could kill him in seconds, it wouldn't even be a struggle. But right now, she's teaching him how to spin a gun. She's so cavalier with it, so playful with death. She dances with it. And she holds her hands out to him once she releases the reaper from her grip. Her hands are so warm.

 And she insists on teaching you the box step between deployments in an infinite war.  Crow thinks maybe this is enough. He doesn't need her to love him back.

 He just needs these small stolen moments for forever.   

Her hands in his, pulling him close, eyes cast down to make sure he's following their steps.Her hands in front of his face, flipping a burning knife, a trick she learned to pass the time when she was the hunting monsters in the dark.Her hands around his, steadying his grip as teach him how to handle the Ace of Spades because "it's not a normal hand canon, trust me on that". He does. He trusts her with everything. It's when they're showing him how to use the Ace of Spades he realizes he's OK with them never telling him they love him back. He doesn't need that.

He just needs to memorize the way she tilts their arm up a bit when she goes to fire. A trick she learned to make the sights tilt down a bit and stay even when she's walking. He just needs to memorize the scars and dents on their gauntlets. She could never be bothered to buff them out. He just needs to memorize the grooves of their hands. The lifelines that may hint, in some strange cosmic way, at who they were before. He just needs to memorize the way they grow silent when analyzing a target. Intensely focused on the path of the bullet, the path to one less threat to her friends. He just needs to memorize the way her hair feels against his face, leaning in so close to ensure she can correct the way he's holding himself. He just needs to memorize the way she stands on her tip toes, even in the slight heels of a guardian's boots, so she can be at level with him. He just needs to memorize the words she breathed so quietly into his ear. "Don't move so much when you're aiming. You'll miss your shots if you tremble. Keep your head steady, don't flinch at the recoil, you aren't gonna get hurt by your own gun." He wasn't flinching because of the recoil. He just needs to memorize how real her voice was in that moment. The quiet tone, the genuine compassion, the sense of such profound emotion. The low husk, the almost musical cadence, the slight rasp from years of silence.

He just needs to memorize every part of her, how she makes him feel, and that's enough.  

Maybe one day, he'll memorize how her hair feels beneath his hands. How her head feels on his shoulder. How she smiles into kisses. How she blushes when she's complimented. Maybe one day he'll know everything about her.

  But for now, he'll just remember how she talks about her guns like they're people. How gently she handles that auto rifle she carries everywhere.   He'll remember her voice in his ear, how softly she speaks when she's alone with him.  

One day, he's sure, they'll have a life outside of the war.  But for now, he's happy to see her hang the Ace next to that little sidearm she loves so much. He's happy to watch her grin at the sword hanging in her ship, the one that crackles like firelight with the Iron Banner sigil stamped in. He's happy to take that auto rifle, the Khvostov, from her hands, happy to learn to see the battlefield, the whole world, how she does.

  He's happy to watch her fiddle with the neck of her cloak, play with the fur along the collar. Happy to watch her toss knives and shurikens into targets, watch her sharpen knives, and throw hit after hit into punching bags.

  For now, he'll love her as a warrior. Maybe forever.  

For now, maybe forever, he's happy to gently rouse her from where she falls asleep on the bench beside him, so tired from another mission she fell asleep still talking to him.   One day, he'll be able to carry her to their bed instead. But for now, he's happy to just be in her presence.

  He's happy to stand in the beams she casts off, as long as it means she's nearby.  

His heart skips a bit when she tells him his eyes are pretty. He thinks it stops when she tells him they're the color of honey, so amber they're almost golden, noting the embers flecking in his eyes, from Solar Light, she explains.

 If he died right then and there he would've lived a life fulfilled.  He can barely think to say something back.  Something about how she has nice eyes, too. Gray and blue with hints of gold, like the sky during a lightning storm.  The purple twining around the iris, the Void seeping into her sight, revealing secrets about the world.  

He thinks maybe she can see his soul like that. 

He hopes in equal measure she can't, can't see the depths of his longing, his desperate yearning. But if she could… if she could peer into his heart, see how much he adores her, his unselfish, nearly puppyish love for her…That wouldn't be too bad.

Maybe if she could see that he needs her like the sun. That he loves her like the moon loves the sun, enough to stand in it's shadow, enough to reflect it's light. He loves her like a ship loves an anchor, enough to be useless without it. He loves her like cold loves fire, enough to let it pierce through every part of him and banish every part of him that is wrong or deadly, melting together so beautifully and perfectly to create something new.

To him, she is both sun and moon. He is a mere star, glimpsing sublime majesty from an infinite distance away. His heart begs her to let him see but a glimpse of her, ever closer. Praying she never casts him off, but that one day she will draw him in closer so he may delight in her light now and evermore. Oh, dear sun! Oh, glorious moon! Lovely and dearest, most fair, most sublime. To see her is more than enough. To simply be in her shadow is enough to delight in. For in her is glory, in her is Light itself. In her is life and joy, his life, his joy, held in her hands, though she does not know it. Arms length, nothing closer, is enough. He needs not a step more. Simply to see her is enough to bring him joy. Simply to hear her laugh, see a smile grace her lips, that is enough for now.

Maybe one day, he'll have the courage to say something about that.

I AM UNWELL. Also this was originally a ko-fi exclusive but I like it too much.

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zalia · 5 months

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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Destiny (Video Games) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Osiris/Saint-14 (Destiny) Characters: Osiris (Destiny), Saint-14 (Destiny), Immaru | Savathûn's Ghost (Destiny), The Traveler (Destiny), Sagira | Osiris's Ghost (Destiny), The Witness (Destiny), Original Ghost (Destiny) Additional Tags: Game: Destiny 2: Season of the Witch Spoilers, Game: Destiny 2: Lightfall DLC, Dreams, Visions, Game: Destiny 2, The Last City (Destiny), Anger, Grief/Mourning, Regret, Affection, Advice, Ghosts, Neomuna (Destiny), Frustration, Pain, Surreal, Symbolism, Love Summary:

In the dream, you are screaming.

In the aftermath of the Witness carving open the traveller, Ghosts begins to flock to Osiris, seeking counsel, help, a friendly word.

And then the dreams begin.

Osiris is less than happy with this development.

#destiny 2 #destiny the game #o14 #osiris #saint-14 #destiny fic #destiny fanfic #destiny fanfiction

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crow-posting · 4 months

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I know most of you follow me for Crow-related content, but here's a one-page snippet of my fireteam being Silly:

#YouCantMakeAWishInLastWishIfYoureSinging

#destiny the game #destiny fanfic #destiny 2 fanfiction #snippet #blurb #you learn real quick not to make wishes around wish-dragons #they've been doing this every three weeks for five years #destiny awoken #the awoken brigade #season of the wish #crow-posting

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makuta-tobi · 7 months

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Destinytober 2023 Day 3: New Lights+Off-Duty

Tobi-17 pulled up a chair to a railing overlooking the main Tower courtyard and watched. He had just recently heard on the comms about three jumpships with new transceiver codes all entering City airspace, and he knew what that meant. It wasn't a particularly rare occurrence. New Guardians were rezzed every few days, though those numbers had slowed substantially in the past few months. But the nostalgia couldn't be ignored. His eyes tracked Zavala as he crossed the courtyard to the landing platform where these New Lights would be unceremoniously dumped onto the ground, as was normal. The blossoming soldiers would have no idea how to properly position themselves to land once they were transmatted outside of their ships, and Zavala would have to wait patiently for them to dust themselves off.

The three craft, all of which were fitted with new drives, were all piloted by veteran Guardians, who had likely discovered the newly revived humans wandering the wastes. He wondered where they were from. The last one he had met fresh out of the grave had come from somewhere southeast, very hot and arid. His skin was covered in intricate tattoos that he had immediately decided were too important to try and remove. Nice guy.

Soul materialized alongside the Warlock, and tracked the incoming craft with his single eye. They were being escorted by a pair of City Hawks, and would take a few more minutes to arrive.

“No patrols today? Nothing exciting happening on Europa?” his Ghost asked half-annoyed. It was true that he had dragged his companion to the frozen moon a few times over the past few days, after hearing reports of new House Salvation activity, but that hadn't really panned out. Not much was changing over there. Besides, this was far more interesting.

“Naw, don't feel like going out today. Now quiet down, I wanna watch.”

The ships slowed as they approached, and the Hawks broke off, turning and returning towards the City to fly patrols. The jumpships briefly stopped over the landing pad, and as predicted, three figures in cheap blast plating and scuffed cloth hit the deck, the three pilots who brought them materializing behind them a moment later, toes touching down first, then heels. The three fresh Guardians, one of each class, it seemed, clambered to their feet in Zavala's intimidating presence. The Commander just oozed authority, and anyone new was sure to feel it. From this distance, he could only hear so much, but Tobi-17 couldn't help but grin as the Titan Vanguard dove into his well-practiced spiel.

“Always a pleasure to see, isn't it?” a voice said from beside him. The Exo allowed his optics to glance up momentarily, and was met with the visage of his own Vanguard. The sudden shock caused him to fall out of his chair, knocking it to the ground.

“Lady Ikora!” he stammered, trying to collect himself, and his abused chair. Perhaps Zavala wasn't the only one whose mere presence demanded respect. “Uh, y-yes, it's enjoyable to uh, to see fresh faces join us.”

“It's so very impressive to watch how they will, just from this meeting, begin to shape themselves into the Guardians of the future. I think Zavala takes great pride in knowing that this is all it takes to motivate them.”

Tobi-17 took a deep breath and nodded. He still remembered his first time meeting the Vanguard in the old Tower. The experience had pointed him to this place now, but it was the Speaker who had helped him solidify his resolve. Zavala did his best to fill those shoes, but the Titan was always looking for new ways to change up the formula to best suit the new generation coming in. Even he knew he wasn't a replacement for the figurehead of the Guardians.

“Look, they're already exploring,” Ikora chuckled as Zavala motioned for them to go, and the three of them ran off in different directions. The Titan was immediately attracted to the Gunsmith, the Warlock half skipped towards Eververse, and the Hunter made a beeline for Lord Shaxx. Ikora, still smiling, plugged her ears.

“WELCOME TO THE CRUCIBLE, NEW BLOOD!” Shaxx's voice boomed across the courtyard. The Warlock at the shop seemed to stumble back at the shocking sound, but the Hunter only leaned forward. “HERE, YOU WILL TEST YOUR METTLE-” Shaxx was very proud of what he had built. Tobi-17 didn't need to sit around here to keep listening, he was sure he could do it from his own apartment.

“Excuse me, ma'am,” he bowed deeply to his Vanguard, and began walking back towards the doors, when Ikora spoke up again.

“Don't forget, I may be their guidance, but it is you, in the field, who will be their teacher.” Tobi-17 grinned again and nodded. He had come across plenty of fledgling Guardians in his time out in the system. When a priority target had been identified, and he had signed up for the Strike, several times the computer had paired him up with new faces ready to test themselves against a challenge. Even though he almost never saw those particular blue dots on his motion tracker ever again, he hoped that maybe they had walked away a little braver, a little smarter, and a little more adventurous after working with him.

He made his way down the stairs and headed for the corridor that would take him to his semi-permanent housing. He pushed the main door open and walked to the elevator, pressing the button and stepping back. As he waited, he undid the strap across his chest and shed the robe, draping it over his arm. No need to be fully armoured here, not when he wasn't planning on going anywhere. He swore, he could still hear Shaxx's monologue from the lobby, when he caught something out of the corner of his eye.

Turning his head to the transparent glass of the front door, the new Warlock ducked his head back out of view. But the Awoken's long black and white striped hair wasn't so easily hidden, and Tobi-17 simply stared at the door, waiting for the new Guardian to peek and see if he wasn't looking anymore. The elevator dinged as it arrived, and the Exo ignored it. As predicted, the new Guardian peered back into the building, and Tobi-17's optics met his eyes. The Awoken fell back against the wall again, and the elder sighed, walking to the door and opening it.

“If you want my advice, get some Void fragments, you can actually turn invisible for a bit. It's much more helpful if you want to spy on someone.” The fresh Warlock seemed like he was going to run, but he was well and truly caught, and sighed.

“I'm sorry, you just... seemed like someone I could relate to,” he muttered.

“Was it the robes?” Tobi-17 lifted up his arm to gesture to the bundle of clothes he held. “They certainly don't stand out as much as some of the flashier guys around.”

“No, not that, I can't explain it, you were someone I saw that just felt like you belonged, and... I guess I was impressed.”

“I dunno if I should be honoured or offended, but I'll take the former. Don't worry, give yourself a little time with your Light and a good gun by your side and you'll feel like you belong soon enough.”

“O-oh, that's good to know,” the Awoken man smiled a little, and dropped his head. “Um... would you be willing to maybe show me a few things?” Ikora's words echoed in his head. I may be their guidance, but it is you who will be their teacher.

“Yeah man, sure thing,” Tobi-17 nodded. The new Warlock's head shot up.

“Do you think we could go practice?” His grin was almost blindingly perfect.

Tobi-17 swung open the door to the building. “Not today!”

“Uh, b-b-but why?” the New Light stood in the doorway as Tobi-17 loaded himself into the elevator.

“Cause today I'm OFF THE CLOCK” he called as the doors closed. The Awoken Warlock stood with his mouth agape as the Exo disappeared from sight, off to floors unseen. He wondered if maybe the buildings were segregated by class, and if so, would he see the pitch black Exo again. He backed away and let the door slowly close, then made his way down the corridor, to go see his new Vanguard leader.

#destinytober #destinytober23 #destiny 2 #destiny fanfic #fanfiction #tobi writes

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