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theidiotwhowritesthings · 4 years

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Your Kind of Heaven

The prompt from @that-one-weird-fangirl2020 was this:

Can I get #27, the angsty/fluffy list, with a Cayde-6 x Female!Gunslinger!Reader? Maybe throw in a passionate, romantic, first kiss?

Cayde-6 x (Gunslinger) Female!Reader

Warnings: non descriptive fight scene, internal demons, past trauma

1,991 words

Song Inspiration: To Hell & Back by Maren Morris

“Smoke was comin’ off my jacket and you didn’t seem to mind, I left a long trail of ashes and you said, ‘I like your style’.”

There were skeletons in your closet, demons in your mind, and there was only one way you knew of to deal with them. It involved your light, your gun, and a trail of ashes where your enemies used to be. If you kept moving, kept shooting, then you didn’t have to think.

That’s when the trouble always came, when you were still.

You were reborn a guardian 3 days before the start of the Red War.

You had been introduced into a world of community and Light only to watch it crumble beneath the Red Legion. Somehow, by some miracle, you had escaped. You had managed to get off the Tower, get out of the City, and slipped out into the wilderness. There had been other guardians with you. Older guardians who tried to help, to show you the way while being lost themselves, had perished before your very eyes. It felt like you had been born into a world only to be useless. No matter what you did someone would die. Sometimes it was guardians, sometimes it was civilians, and many times you had wished it had been you rather than them.

When the Light finally returned, it was too late. The damage had been done. Your Ghost tried to reassure you that things would be different now, and as much as you wanted to believe him it was still difficult. It was why you avoided the other guardians now. You had lost so many people back to back to back. The idea of getting to know someone now was terrifying. What if war came again? What if you lost them? What if you weren’t strong enough to save them?

It was safer to keep to yourself.

To focus on missions.

To focus on bettering yourself.

To focus on your only working distraction.

Three shots, three dead Cabal. You stared at their motionless forms briefly before glancing around. The EDZ was quiet today, and now it was even quieter. You heaved a sigh in disappointment. The hope had been that Cabal in the EDZ would keep you busy for the whole morning, not just a couple hours.

“The area is clear.” Your Ghost confirmed.

You dismissed your helmet and rubbed the back of your neck. The area around you looked like the remains of an old city, abandoned and empty. Overgrown with vegetation all around, like nature had reclaimed what once belonged to it.

It was too quiet. The itch was back, and that dreadful voice whispered in the back of your mind. Before you could ask your Ghost to transmat you to the nearest world with a pest problem the sound of someone else transmatting distracted you.

“Hey there, partner.”

“Cayde.” You gave him a tight grin. Your Vanguard was the closest thing you had to a friend. He was the only person you really spoke to on a regular basis, other than your Ghost, and it was oddly because you actually enjoyed talking to him. Granted, it had started as just mission reports and training exercises, but somehow it had turned into drinks and ramyun and laughter.

He glanced at the empty buildings then looked back to you, “You really cleared this place out, huh? Busy morning?”

“Not busy enough.” You replied. “You need anything done? Anything at all?”

Cayde took a step toward you. It was closer than you were used to, but you didn’t move back. He had this look on his face, but it wasn’t concern. It wasn’t pity or worry or disapproval. Those were always the facial expressions you expected, but he never showed them to you. He always looked at you like this. With curiosity, with care, with amusement.

“Ever think about taking a vacation? I hear the pools of Io are nice this time of year.” Cayde suggested. He had his hands on his hips, his head tilted slightly.

You shrugged, “Sounds a little too…quiet.”

“And you don’t like quiet.” Cayde nodded. You had mentioned this to him before. That you needed action or movement at all times. The only exception being when you went to bed for a night of restless sleep. “Guess we just need to keep working on finding you a new hobby.”

“A new hobby?”

“Yeah, something that calms that brain of yours”, He lifted his hand to tap your temple with his gloved hand, “Without having to throw yourself into the fray again and again.”

You chuckled at the thought. That’d be nice. You weren’t sure anything could really quiet your mind. You were kind of positive this was just the curse of your existence.

“I’m not sure I’m capable of that kind of change, Cayde.”

Cayde shook his head, “No, no, no. Not change. I don’t want you to change ever, partner. I like you just the way you are. I just think a break every now and again will do you some good.”

He liked you the way you were. Skeletons, demons, cracks, and all. Cayde was staring at you again with that same look on his face. Amusement and adoration. His blue eyes glowed with a warmth that always seemed to reach the core of who you were. He wasn’t scared of you and didn’t bat an eye at your flaws.

And it was then that you realized that things were quiet. With Cayde looking at you the way he was, the softness of his Exo features focused only on you, it was quiet. Your mind wasn’t racing with regrets of the past or fears of the future. You felt at ease.

“I can’t think when you keep looking at me like that.” The words fell from your lips before you were fully aware of them. They were nearly a whisper. Cayde was closer now, he was the only thing in your vision, and you were ok with that. Your eyes darted down to his mouth unintentionally.

The urge to close the small gap between you was strong, and it scared you. Things would be different if you did that and that voice in the back of your mind nagged and nagged. The decision was taken away from you when the sound of whistling filled the air. The two of you recognized it around the same time, you could see it on his face, and both of you whipped around just as three Cabal containment pods hit the Earth a few yards away kicking up dirt and dust. Honestly, you were just lucky they hadn’t landed on top of you. You had the bad luck of being a containment pod magnet. And maybe you were also lucky that your usual distraction had showed up just in time to prevent a potential life altering mistake.

“They didn’t even give me time to stretch.” Cayde said as the Cabal began to open fire.

You called back your helmet and dove out of the way of a tossed grenade. What was supposed to be a quick battle, turned into a rather large mess. More Cabal had come after you and Cayde dealt with the first wave, but their presence had attracted a nearby squad of Fallen. So now the two of you were sandwiched between two enemies who were both shooting at you and behind you. Some wandering Guardians had happened upon the scene though, and the enemies were quickly dealt with. While Cayde had his back turned to you, greeting one of the Hunters that had stumbled onto the scene, you had your Ghost transmat you back to your ship.

The entire flight back to the Tower you were kicking yourself. You had been so close to doing something so stupid. Letting your professional relationship with Cayde turn into a friendship had been stupid. Opening up to him about your fears and worries one drunken night had been stupid. Wanting to kiss your Vanguard in enemy territory just because you liked the way he looked at you? That was downright crazy.

Once at the Tower, you made a beeline to your living space. The plan was to grab some supplies and then book it out to Nessus or Io. You could scoop up a long surveillance mission from someone who didn’t want to spend a month out in the wild and do so yourself. That’d keep you busy and distracted.

“Someone is here.” Your Ghost hummed before disappearing from your sight. Before you could question him a heavy knock came from your door. Your apartment was tiny. It consisted of one room with a second small room branched off it that worked as the bathroom. This meant there was only one door in and out unless you were going to try and escape through the window, but you weren’t that desperate. Yet.

“I know you’re in there, partner.”

Your eyes glanced at the window in temptation.

‘If you climb out the window, I won’t revive you when you fall.’ Ghost joked internally.

You knew that was his nice way of saying you needed to answer the door, and more so you knew he was right. After steeling yourself, trying to push all non-professional thoughts of Cayde out your head, you walked to the door and pulled it open.

He was leaning against the frame, his armor still messy and dirty from the last fight. The moment your eyes caught his all the steeling of your mind had fizzled out in a hot mess of fireworks in your brain. You were back in that same position you found yourself in earlier. Except now the chances of the Cabal interrupting you were slim to none.

“You left before we could finish our conversation.” Cayde said firmly.

You swallowed the lump that seemed to have formed in your throat, “I think we both know that we were done talking.”

This time is was his gaze that dropped down to your lips before slowly dragging back up to your eyes. Cayde nodded once, “You’re probably right.”

You didn’t know if you moved first or if he did, but the two of you collided. Your lips were on his mouth and his hands were cupping your face then tangling in your hair. Thoughts weren’t needed when you were kissing him. It was all action and instinct, like your body was moving on its own accord and you were just there for the ride. Your gloves traced his firm armored chest while he pulled back on your hair slightly to expose your neck enough for him to pepper kisses down in until he reached the edge of your armor.

You sucked in a sharp breath of air when his mouth caught a sensitive spot on your neck and that was like throwing gas on a flame. You pulled his face back up to yours to kiss him. In one swift movement, Cayde’s hands went to the back of your thighs to scoop you up while his foot kicked the door shut behind you. He turned and pushed your back against the door deepening the kiss. He tasted like his favorite drink and you wondered if he had stopped to take a shot before coming here.

After another moment he pulled his mouth away leaving you breathless. His face lingered close though as you took in air. You had your arms wrapped around his shoulders, but now you brought your hands in to cup his face. Your thumb traced the edge of his cheek as his warm eyes didn’t leave yours. It was quiet in the room and you were ok with that because it was also quiet in your mind.

“I think this could be a good hobby for you.” Cayde spoke up suddenly, his tone sounded breathless despite Exos not technically needing to breath. “Thoughts?”

“Yeah.” You chuckled out an agreement, “Yeah, this could work.”

Cayde shot you an amused look before pulling you into another kiss. You wrapped your arms around him and melted against his chest.

Yeah, this could definitely work.

#Cayde-6 #cayde-6 x female reader #destiny #destiny 2 #cabal #guardians #ghost #exo #gunslinger reader #reader insert #hunters #skeletons in the closet #a smidge of angst #but mostly comfort #red war #pls listen to the song I love it k thx

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perriewinklenerdie · 4 years

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Be honest with me (Ethan Ramsey x MC)

Open Heart, Ethan Ramsey x MC

Author’s note: Hello, hello, hello! Guess who's back? Back from dead? Just kidding, I'm still dead. My brain hurts so much, but I needed a break or I would go crazy. I started writing it a few days back and just now got the inspiration to finish it, so here we are.

Also, guess who got totally addicted to Endless Summer (thanks, K. K., I know, I was stupid, you can taunt me with it any time you want, hun :D <3) and Jake is basically my husband now

AO3 link:

https://archiveofourown.org/works/21495037

Enjoy! <3

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“Give me all the food I can get.” She stated as she sat down by the table, the music playing in the bar blending with her words a little. Sienna pushed pizza her way, grinning as Bryce tried to grab a slice.

“Ah, ah, ah. No more pizza for you. She had a long day, she earned it.” she shook her head, swatting his hand to the side. His face twisted in mock pain, sliding away from her.

“Herondale likes me, so one slice won’t be a problem, right?” he asked, pleading her with his eyes, to which she laughed, biting into the first slice, indicating a ‘no’ with her movements.

“Nof a shanse.” She spoke with her mouth full, letting the conversation around her resume.

They had a long day behind them. A massive accident, lots of victims and lots of work. Their hands were full of people in pain and in despair. It was only normal for them to go out, despite being tired, on the verge of falling asleep, even if only to eat and have one drink. It was getting late and they were beginning to lean on each other, laughing with last bits of their energy. Claire’s phone screen lit up before an incoming call flashed across it. She grabbed it, swiping her finger to take it, excusing herself from her company.

“Hello?” she muttered, yawning, rubbing her fingers over her closed eyes, trying to stay awake. She was met with a long moment of silence, nothing could be heard, and she was about to hang up, when she heard the softest sound.

“Claire?” a voice on the other end slurred, most definitely drunk and tired. She didn’t have time to look at the ID of the caller, but one word was enough to tell her that Ethan was on the other end of the conversation. Her heart sped up without her consent, her skin tingling at the sound of his voice.

“Ethan? Are you okay?” she asked, more sober and awake now, her senses tuned to him and what he was saying. He laughed, a sound of glass hitting the table in the background.

“I’m fine… I think… You know what, no- I’m not.” He stumbled over his thoughts, pausing a couple of times, most likely to take a sip of whatever alcohol drink he was having. “I miss you.”

“Ethan-“

“I love you, Claire. It’s just that… I don’t even know what… why do we… why do I have to restrain myself… damn me and my self-control.” he confessed, stunning her into silence. She listened as he continued to talk, not sure what to say or how to react.

She wasn’t sure when it occurred to her that he basically confessed his love for her. Maybe it was when he started speaking without any sense, maybe it was when he repeated it, at least five times. Her eyes got wide when through all the layers of tiredness, alcohol and fear the realization settled in. He said he loved her.

They weren’t together. They agreed to put a stop to this, almost two years now they’ve been walking the line with a wall between them. If she had to be completely honest, she wasn’t sure how she felt anymore. They were friends, that much she knew. Ethan was her person, her partner in crime, even if not literally, and she knew he considered her the same for him. Endless and countless nights, hung over piles upon piles of paperwork, patient charts, copious amounts of coffee and chocolate, falling asleep by the desk only to be woken up by the sound of the hospital being brought back to life after a long night. They always lingered a moment too long when they were separating, smiles were always just that much softer, gestures that much gentler.

He was a different person when he was with her, and he was beginning to admit it to himself. Deep inside he knew that he might never get over his feelings for her. During the day he managed to keep his raging emotions at bay, except for every single time he so much as saw her. In moments like those, his heartbeat would pick up, his face would get flushed and he would have to take a few deep breaths to calm down. It seemed ridiculous, the fact that no matter how much time has passed or will pass, he couldn’t become immune to her. She was like a disease that he couldn’t cure, or maybe he didn’t want to cure himself from her.

No matter the reason, here he was, calling her, drunk, and confessing his love for her. Claire was still as confused as she could possibly be, but he kept on talking, mumbling, taking long breaks before speaking again. In the meantime, she bid her friends goodbye, giving them some lame excuse about being tired and wanting to get some sleep. She continued to listen to him as she drove back to her apartment, as she opened the door, as she sat down on her bed with a cup of steaming tea.

“Ethan?” she asked when he stopped talking and remained silent for more than ten minutes. It was more than probable that he simply fell asleep or his phone fell from his hand and he was too unstable in his movements to pick it up.

Her line of thoughts was interrupted by a doorbell, cutting through the silence. Without even thinking about it, she moved to the hall to answer, thinking that it was her friends, simply too wasted to get their own keys. Door fell open and her breath got taken away. She’s never seen him this drunk or tired, he looked like he was running and he was soaked from the rain that started to fall from the sky as soon as she got home. His breathing was labored, shoulders slumped, his hair stuck to his head, falling onto his forehead. He was looking at her with that heavy gaze, his eyes shining brightly in the night, piercing through her from beneath his thick lashes, sending a spark through her.

“Claire-“ he took a hesitant step towards her, falling towards her, his arms wrapping loosely around her waist. She grabbed him tightly, preventing them both from falling. Pressing the door shut, she steered them towards her room, bumping into the doorframe once or twice, wincing in pain.

When she finally managed to get them steady, she took half a step back, just to see him looking at her already. There was something hidden in his eyes, something deep and intense, swirling there, catching the scarce light in the room. He lifted his hand to her cheeks, stroking her lips with his thumb, a ghost of a smile on his face.

“How I long to kiss you…” he whispered, his voice breaking , getting smaller and softer. He embraced her once more, burying his face in her hair, pressing a lingering kiss to her neck.

Claire stroked his hair in a soothing manner, unsure how to react. He was saying all the things she wanted to hear from him, but he was also drunk, so it was more than likely that he would not remember it the next day. He breathed deeply, inhaling her scent like it was all he needed to live, before leaning back, kissing her cheek and then forehead, his eyes falling shut.

“Come on, let’s get you to bed, you should get some sleep.” She muttered, pulling him by his hand, sitting him down and helping him lie down. He laced their fingers together, squeezing them tightly before he fell asleep.

She sat down by his side, covering him with a blanket, looking at him, deep in her thoughts. It must have been the most bizarre night of her life in the past few years. She wondered what caused that reaction, what prompted him to call her, what was the reason for him come here, to open up to her, to tell her everything without any inhibitions or hesitation. He seemed to be so sure, so determined to let her know that…

He loved her.

There was no way of knowing how aware he was that he told her that. Time would tell, in few hours he would wake up, see where he was and decide what to do next. Decide if he wanted to take that back, pretend it never happened, or if he wanted to own up to his feelings and act upon them.

Claire sat down on the loveseat, picking up another blanket and drifting off to dreamless sleep.

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The first thing she could feel the next morning was the soft breath, tickling her neck, and a pair of arms, wrapped securely around her. His scent reached her senses, overwhelming her immensely and she got even more confused. She also noticed that she was lying in her bed, covered by the same blanket she covered Ethan the night before. Her whole body became tense as she wasn’t sure what to make out of the situation she found herself in.

“I can feel you being awake, Rookie, you don’t fool me.” He muttered into her ear, his grip on her tightening. Her muscles relaxed a little, only slightly, when she didn’t hear even a hint of embarrassment or anger in his voice.

“How are you feeling?” she asked, refusing to turn around to face him. As soon as she would do it, they would have to face the reality of the previous evening existing in their history and she wasn’t sure if she was ready for that.

“My head hurts way less than I expected it to, and I did manage to get some sleep, which is definitely working in my benefit.” He responded, and she couldn’t see him, but the smug undertone of his voice was clear as day.

“How did I get to bed? I remember falling asleep in the loveseat…”

“I woke up in the middle of the night, at first very confused, until I remembered where I was, and then I saw you there, in the most uncomfortable position ever known to human kind. I couldn’t bring myself to let you suffer. And besides, it is your bed, you have more right to sleep in it than I do, so it was only fitting that I move you to get some proper rest.”

Silence fell upon them, as heavy as fog in the middle of the night, clouding their minds. They got dressed without speaking one word to each other, and it was killing them from the inside. They’ve been through so much together, and yet, when it came to their feelings, there seemed to be this roaring chasm that separated them, seemingly impossible to cross.

Or so it seemed. Because she couldn’t stand it anymore.

“So are we just going to ignore the fact that you drunk-dialed me to tell me you love me?” she asked in one breath, her words fast and for the most part incoherent, but he understood them all too well.

His stomach squeezed as she confronted him about his actions, staring at him with equal parts boldness and uneasiness. A tempest of emotions they felt around each other was the strongest sensation either of them have ever felt, like a magnet that pulled them towards one another.

“I-“ their eyes met as he tried to justify his behavior, tried to come up with a believable excuse for his slip of control, but the damage was done. He told her he loved her, there was no coming back from it. A point of no return. “I don’t know what to tell you. What do you want me to say?”

“I want you to tell me the truth.” She took a step towards him, then another, until they were face to face. Green met blue and his hand flew up to cup her cheek in his palm, much like he did the night before. “I want you to be honest with me. That much you owe me.”

“Honest about what?” he chose to play dumb, something he hated in other people. She made him act recklessly, with his heart instead of his head. She was messing with his head, and he would let her do it, time and time again.

“Us. Was what you said true?” she asked quietly, searching for answers in his blue irises. They stared at one another, waiting for the other to make a move. “Do you love me?”

“I do.” He answered before fitting his lips to hers in a softest of kisses.

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