#guardian x crow but only if you squint

[call-me-honkie]

Like Water

Like Water - AO3. Season of the Haunted spoilers!

The Guardian is more perturbed by the Nightmare of Uldren Sov than Crow initially thought.

You know… sometimes, if I curl my finger just so… I can feel the pressure of the trigger. Smell the gunpowder. Hear Cayde’s screams.

Uldren Sov’s ghastly voice sounded over the comms—through The Guardian’s comms.

I could’ve done it nice and quick. But… well, you know. Don’t you? The way he laid there, reached out for his Ghost and begged. Like those little shards were going to help him—

Eris interrupted, “Begone, you facile caricature! Your lies have no power here.”

The Guardian was silent on the comms. Stoic as usual. How Crow admired their ability to let words slide over them as easily as water.

*****

The H.E.L.M. was quiet after a long day of capturing Nightmares, more than Crow expected. Commander Zavala in particular had seemed like he was an inch away from fleeing the room as they discussed their next move with Eris Morn, and his blue complexion seemed ghostly. He seemed shaken. Exhausted. They all did. Well, except Eris, and—

The Guardian hadn’t uttered a word before, during, or after the mission. They were on the opposite side of the room, filling out an after-action report by hand. Their Ghost hung in the air over their shoulder, equally silent. Crow almost chuckled a little—they had gone out of their way to get a clipboard so they could remain standing, as if repelled by the concept of sitting down. A workaholic at heart, they were; yet he’d never seen Commander Zavala suggest they take a break. They had probably decided to stand so far away to give him some privacy after—

Perhaps they’ve properly learned to deal with stress, unlike you. Perhaps their performance does not cost lives the moment they are put under pressure.

Crow dared a glance over his shoulder, expecting the blood-red shadow of Uldren Sov there. But there was nothing. His thoughts, Uldren’s voice—his stomach churned, they were too similar.

He looked around frantically for a way to put himself to use. Eventually he approached The Guardian.

“Hey, Guardian.” Crow waved.

They jolted a little, as if snapped out of some kind of trance. He raised his hands. “Easy. Just me. I didn’t mean to sneak up on you.”

That was odd. Crow didn’t think his footsteps were that quiet, and he’d approached from the front.

The Guardian didn’t offer so much as a nod. They hadn’t even taken off their helmet. They were never vocal, but, somehow, their usual quiet felt even quieter, if such a thing was possible.

Their Ghost’s eye was locked on The Guardian before he cleared his throat awkwardly and offered, “Nice to see you, Crow. We were just filling out some after-action reports while the, um,”—his shell tightened anxiously—“memory is still fresh.”

“Ah.” Crow cleared his throat. “Glint and I usually record them and send them to Zavala. If you want, I can take them to his office for you. One less trip.” He couldn’t shake the feeling he was interrupting something. A failure in every regard, it seemed, even when he was trying to help. Uldren had said as much. But he still had to try.

He glanced down at their clipboard. There was almost nothing written on it. The pencil in their hand trembled. Suddenly Crow realized that the final Nightmare of Uldren Sov didn’t belong to him.

He blushed in shame. Oh, he was so, so selfish to think that Uldren Sov was his Nightmare alone. He remembered their silence; he thought they were simply ignoring Uldren. His words were obvious lies, like Eris said. But they were too quiet, and their Ghost hadn’t said a word, either, and—Uldren’s taunts were only obviously untrue to Crow because he had his memories.

How many sleepless nights had they suffered because the ringing of Cayde’s screaming and begging were seared into their mind? Yet they had never once asked him about Uldren’s perspective. If they burned with questions about what happened to Cayde, they hid it too well behind their mask of stone. Why didn’t he think of this sooner?

“Guardian, I…” Crow swallowed. “Glint, could you put in an order for ramen?”

Glint materialized in a gentle swish of light. “Of course. What kind—”

“Just… surprise me.”

“I’ll go too,” The Guardian’s Ghost piped up, shell twirling from nerves. Crow didn’t know it was possible for Ghosts to look hurried as they transmatted out.

With eyes glued to their blank sheet of paperwork, they asked him what he wanted. Their voice cracked, heavy with exhaustion and sorrow.

Crow hated Uldren. He hated everything Uldren did. He hated how he was treated and how he treated others. He wished he could cut his memories out with a scalpel-sharp solar knife. He would rather rejoin Spider’s employ than be dragged through them again. But, maybe, for once in his Traveler-damned existence, maybe having Uldren’s memories could help someone.

“I just wanted you to know that…” He took a deep, shaking breath, dredging up Uldren’s blood-slicked memories. The scream of a hand cannon, a dark whisper in his ear, Cayde’s crackling coughs—“what Uldren said, on the Leviathan. He was lying.”

They looked up at him from their clipboard. Their expression was still concealed by their helmet, but at least they were looking at him.

What do you mean?

“Cayde never screamed. Or begged. He was… calm, not frightened.” Crow took another deep breath. “I remember, he cracked a joke at my—his—expense, I think. But Uldren—the Nightmare—was lying.” He averted his gaze and shuffled his feet. “I just… thought you should know.”

They stepped forward and he winced, expecting them to punch the Light out of him for being so presumptuous. But they threw their arms around him and sank their head into his shoulder.

They didn’t say a word, but they sighed, and he swore he heard a tremor of relief in it. He shut his eyes and squeezed them tighter. I’m here, Old Light. However many nights they spent agonizing over what happened to Cayde… he hoped they could lay those nightmares to rest now.

Uldren’s memories always seemed magnified when he closed his eyes. The scream of a hand cannon, a dark whisper in his ear, Cayde’s crackling coughs… But now they seemed a little more distant, a little more blurred, as if submerged. They did not slide past him as easily as water yet, but they slid past.

At least one thing went right for both of them today.

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[a-driftamongopenstars]

o companion mine; crow x guardian ficlet

i was watching ahamkara lore videos and had an idea for... this :) happy season of the wish everyone! also on ao3

The geode walls of the hollow shimmer in the daylight. The Guardian runs their fingertips over the jagged edges, watching their pearlescent sheen change from purple to pink to light green. 

A shadow is cast on the wall, and the Guardian turns to find Crow there, smiling his sweet smile. 

“You are late,” the Guardian points out without accusation, and Crow spreads his arms in an apology. 

“Then let us not waste a moment longer. Race me, Guardian.”

They run through the golden fields and up and down the rocky hills, racing each other to the nearest tree, then the nearest creek, then the nearest star. The Ascendant plane whistles past them with its eerie song, and they ignore it in favour of the Dreaming City proper. They run and laugh and cheer.

Crow is faster, and wins every race.

When both are out of breath, they find a small outpost, empty of its Corsairs, and sit beneath a long-branched tree, indulging in its fruit. 

“Tell me, Guardian,” Crow says, wiping his mouth of sweet juice, “what do you think comes after?”

They eye him, squinting from daylight. 

“After what?”

“When the Darkness and the Light are no longer our concern. When the fight ends, what will we do?”

“If that ever happens.”

“Wouldn't you want it to?”

The Guardian throws aside the fruit core and looks at Crow more intently, studying the seriousness of his features. 

“We need to get there first. Where is that philosophy coming from all of a sudden?”

Crow rests his head against the tree trunk beside the Guardian, his eyes glinting as he looks up. That amber gold brighter than it has ever been. 

“I've always been curious, haven't I?”

They can't argue with that. 

“And there is still so much to know. Especially of the places I have never been to, and stories I have never heard the end of.”

Crow closes his eyes, and speaks unto the Guardian with a plea. 

“Tell me of the places you have seen.”

And the Guardian does. With fervour they didn't know they possessed, they speak of the icy slopes of Europa, the broken rings of Saturn, the hallowed halls of Oryx’s dreadnaught, the tides of Titan… 

Place after place after place until the words run out and their listener is satiated. 

“Perhaps, one day, I will see those places with you,” Crow replies, staring the Guardian down with a strange gaze of determination, as if gauging for something.

The Guardian smiles at the thought, and smiles at Crow. He touches the Guardian's hand and after a moment's pause continues. 

“It is strange, Guardian. Here beside you, that ‘after’ I asked about almost doesn't matter. You are the Light, and in it, you know you are invincible. Paracausal. Even when the Light and the Darkness may change forever, you know you will continue.”

The Guardian listens, knowing that Crow speaks the truth. 

“Do you never wish for rest?”

A noise distracts them, something shivering in the grass and rustling in the bush, and when the Guardian turns back, Crow is gone, only a silhouette left in the pressed tufts of grass. 

In the sky, a lone bird traverses the afternoon sky. 

As the Guardian turns around in search of their companion, touched with an unsettled sense of wrong, the sweet taste of fruit turns sour in their mouth and their heart is pounding, not from the race, but doubt… 

“Guardian!”

Crow’s voice reaches them from afar as the Hunter's figure grows closer and closer, as Crow approaches the outpost atop a Sparrow. His cheeks are darkened with speed and wind, his eyes open wide, his smile sweet as ever. 

“There you are. I thought we were meeting at our usual spot. I've been looking all over.”

The Guardian swallows down realizations of illusions and takes his hands and kisses them, kisses Crow's cheeks and watches his eyes for a deceitful shimmer, finding none. 

“I followed a stray creature and got lost.”

“I wish you'd wait for me.”

The Guardian silences Crow with a kiss. 

#destiny 2 #destiny 2 fanfiction #guardian x crow #young wolf x crow #ahamkara #fanfiction #driftcreates

[dandy-writes]

The Graveyard (Crowley x Reader One-shot)

“Okay,” Dean whispered. “This is where we split up.”

The four of them were standing outside the now-opened entrance to a previously secure mausoleum. It was a November night, the cold driving itself through Y/N’s sweater as wind rattled the branches of nearby trees. They bleakly thought to themselves that the noise was not far off from what they imagined the clatter of bones might sound like. This was the first time that Y/N had ever accompanied the boys on a hunt, and their unease with this was only heightened by the tagging along of the King of Hell himself. He stood next to Sam on the right side of the doorway, across from Y/N and Dean.

“Someone needs to stay here and make sure that security guard doesn’t come poking around while Sam and I are down there finding Crowley’s ‘precious’ artifact,” The latter of the two continued. “Y/N, do you think you can handle that?”

“Yeah, probably,” They frowned slightly. “But… I mean, don’t you think I could handle going with you guys inside, too?”

“All the sources we found on this mentioned it having some sort of ‘guardian’ protecting it,” Sam replied, tone caring. “We don’t want you getting in harm’s way -- you’re not used to dealing with this kind of thing.”

They huffed out a sigh, breath momentarily visible in the air. “I guess.”

“Don’t worry, darling. I’ll be here to keep you company.” Crowley’s words brought the attention of Sam and Dean, who glared at him with furrowed brows.

“What? No, you’re hauling your ass in here with us. No way in Hell we’re leaving you alone with them,” Dean said, voice raising.

“Alright, keep it down, Squirrel,” Crowley smiled. “I can’t go in there, remember? Any demonic presence inside will set off all sorts of magical alarms. Thought you’d recall, from the ‘sources’.” He looked pointedly at Sam, though his amusement was clearly not shared.

“Okay, then Crowley can stay out here and I’ll come down with you guys,” Y/N butted in, nudging Dean. He looked down at them, then to Sam’s expression of concern. Setting his jaw, he took a few steps towards Crowley before leaning down slightly and raising a pointed finger towards his face.

“If you touch a single hair on their head while we’re down there, I will not hesitate to hunt you down and tear you limb from limb. Understand?”

Crowley merely scoffed. “Come now, Dean. I’d never dream of hurting them.”

“Yeah, right,” Dean grumbled as he straightened himself up. Turning back to Y/N, he put a hand on their shoulder. “If he tries to pull anything at all, you don’t hesitate to call us, alright?”

They nodded, a mix of nerves and excitement pooling in their veins as they watched the brothers finish collecting all of their equipment and head inside the mausoleum, being careful to ensure the door was not fully closed behind them. Once they were out of sight, any sounds they made muffled by the thick walls separating them from Y/N and Crowley, an air of silence descended upon them. The awkwardness already pervading their thoughts, Y/N turned away slightly from the demon, taking a step off of the paved area circling the mausoleum and onto the grass of the graveyard itself. However, much to their dismay, they soon heard Crowley following after them.

“You know, darling, we don’t usually get time to ourselves like this,” He cleared his throat as he reached their side, voice maintaining a cautiously low volume. “What with the Winchesters constantly peering over our shoulders.”

“It’s almost like they don’t trust you or something,” Y/N remarked, causing the demon to smirk.

“What about you?” He took a few lopsided strides around Y/N, forcing himself into their line of sight. When they met his stare, he continued. “Do you trust me, kitten?”

Their expression, previously only mildly concerned, quickly morphed into a frown. “Well…” They paused, then glanced away. “No.”

“Really?” He stepped towards them, eyes narrowing. He brought his right hand to their chin, lifting their head so they were facing him fully. “You certainly seem to trust me more than the Winchesters do.”

Y/N, caught off-guard by his sudden closeness, merely blinked at him for a second before reorganizing their thoughts into a response. “That’s not a high bar to reach, Crowley.”

His smile widened as he chuckled. “No, I suppose it isn’t.” For a few moments, the two remained motionless, contemplating one another. Then, Crowley brought his hand back to his coat pocket and turned slightly, leaving Y/N to mentally reprimand themselves for not having moved away earlier.

After a minute or so of tense silence wherein Crowley watched a flock of crows take off from a distant tree and Y/N became suddenly fascinated by the grass beneath their feet, the hunter finally spoke up. “Why’d you come along, anyways?”

He turned to face them, brow knitted. “What do you mean?”

“Well, you knew ahead of time that you wouldn’t be able to go into the tomb,” Y/N reasoned. “So… what was the point?”

He paused before opening his mouth to speak. But before he could say whatever he was planning to, his focus shifted to a spot behind Y/N. “Bollocks.”

“What is it?” They spun around to follow his gaze, and quickly noticed the issue; the security guard who they’d managed to avoid when they first entered the graveyard was coming back around, and at this point he would spot them very soon -- if he hadn’t already. “Shit,” they muttered before turning back to Crowley. “We can’t let him inspect the mausoleum.”

“No,” He agreed. “We’ve got to make a distraction.” He hesitated before continuing, and Y/N could practically see the cogs turning in his head. “Darling, you’re pretty good at improvisation, no?”

They blinked. “Well, I guess--”

“Good,” Crowley moved towards them. “I’m going to prompt you. Whatever response you choose, I’m sure it’ll create a good enough scene to work with. Alright?”

“Okay,” They stammered as he continued his advance, backing up in response. “What are you--”

Simultaneously Y/N felt both their back hitting the wall of the crypt as well as Crowley placing his hands upon their cheek and waist. Their breath hitched as he leant in slightly. “Make your choice,” He murmured. His breath fanned against their skin, matching the heat Y/N felt spreading through their face. For an instant, they locked eyes, and Y/N knew they’d come to their decision.

Bringing both of their arms up to wrap around his neck, they pulled Crowley down into a kiss. He reciprocated quickly, his beard scratching against their face in a pleasant sensation, and Y/N found their pulse racing; they may or may not have imagined this scenario several times in the past, but the real thing truly exceeded their expectations. Deepening the kiss, Crowley pushed himself against them more fully so that they were trapped, the heat of his body contrasting with the cold of the stone behind them. The demon’s hand on their cheek moved to the back of their head, carding through their hair and causing their heart to leap. 

For a short while, it was bliss. But unfortunately, all good things must come to an end.

“Hey! You two!”

Crowley was hesitant to pull away, but when Y/N slid their arms down to his chest and pushed him slightly, he loosened his grip on them. Painting an expression of shock onto their face, the hunter turned to see the security guard walking towards them down the path with his flashlight trained on them.

As he neared them, he stopped and put a hand on his hip. “Graveyard visiting hours are over, lovebirds.”

“What?” Y/N blinked dumbly before looking up at Crowley. “I thought you said--”

“No, that can’t be right,” Crowley interrupted, slipping his hand in Y/N’s as he did so. “What time is it now?” He glanced at his watch.

“Eleven o’clock,” The guard replied. “Graveyard closed for the night at ten-thirty.”

“Ten-thirty?” Crowley’s brow furrowed.

“You said it closed at eleven-thirty,” Y/N whispered, making sure they were loud enough for the guard to hear.

“Right, because it does,” His gaze turned from Y/N back to the man before him. “There must be some mistake.”

“Nope,” The guard squinted pointedly at him. “Ten-thirty.”

“You’re sure.”

“Positive.”

“I--”

“Babe,” Y/N hissed. Crowley glanced down at them, brows raised. They ignored this and started addressing the guard. “We are so sorry, we really had no idea.” They smiled apologetically. “We’ll be out of your hair now.”

The guard sighed, scanning his flashlight over the general area. Y/N prayed that he wouldn’t spot anything off with the mausoleum, and felt Crowley squeeze their hand lightly. “Well, you two seem innocent enough.” He looked back at them. “You haven’t seen anything suspicious tonight, have you?”

“Suspicious how?” Y/N cocked their head.

“Well, anyone else around,” He sighed slightly. “It is, after all, after-hours.”

“No, not that I can remember,” Crowley said, looking utterly exasperated.

“Well,” Y/N paused, trying their best to feign well-meaning uncertainty as their focus shifted between the guard and Crowley. “There was that group of kids earlier. Teens? You remember.”

“A group of teens. Where about were they?” The guard asked.

“I think they were headed that way,” They pointed at the clump of headstones farthest from the mausoleum. “Probably four or five of them. I didn’t think much of it, ‘cause, uh…” They gestured and laughed nervously. “You know.”

“Right,” The guard looked at the two for a few seconds, expression unreadable. Then he let out another huff and continued. “You folks better get going, now. Thank you for the heads-up.”

“Of course. Take care now,” Y/N smiled politely and turned to go back down the path, Crowley in tow. The two stayed silent as they walked, still holding hands, but after a few minutes this was broken by Crowley chuckling. They looked up at him. “What?” 

“‘Babe’,” He mimicked, causing them both to start laughing quietly.

“Hey,” Y/N said, beaming. “I was just playing my part.”

Crowley hummed in agreement. “And you played it very well.”

“Thank you,” They glanced behind them. “I hope that whole ‘teen’ thing wasn’t too suspicious.”

“No, no, it was some good quick thinking on your part,” He cleared his throat. “But that’s not what I meant.”

“Hm?” They frowned. 

“I meant before that.”

“The… the whole ‘we didn’t realize we were trespassing’ gimmick?”

“No, before that as well.”

Y/N remained quiet for a moment, eyes locked on the dirt path. Then a blush spread across their cheeks and they turned back to him, using their free hand to smack his arm. “Shut up!” He only started to laugh again, clearly amused by their dramatics. “You’re awful, you know that?”

“I try, darling.” Despite their harsh words, they couldn’t help but grin. “You know, I didn’t really expect things to go that way.”

“Oh?”

“No. I largely expected for you to slap me the second I got near you.”

They chuckled. “Me too.”

He raised a brow. “Then why didn’t you?”

They slowed their movement until they came to a halt, Crowley circling in front of them while still holding their hand. Finally, they shrugged. “I dunno.”

“You ‘dunno’?” Crowley smirked. “Maybe it’s because of my devilish good looks.”

“Crowley--”

“I’ve been told I have a naturally charming aura.”

“By who?”

“Several people, actually.” Y/N started giggling again, and Crowley took a step closer. “What, do you disagree?”

“About your ‘aura’?” They laughed. “No, that seems pretty spot-on.”

“So, if I were to, say, do this,” The demon cupped their cheek and leaned forwards. “How would you react?”

Y/N paused, before raising their head up slightly. “Probably the same way I did back there.”

That was all the encouragement Crowley needed to lower his lips to theirs once more. Pulling Y/N flush against him, he could feel them smiling against his mouth, and he was soon doing the same. This was one hunt that neither of them regretted going on.

A/N: Hope you guys liked this! I've got a few ideas for longer Crowley x Reader fics, but I have no idea how long those might take me. In the mean time, I hope I've satiated you all with this one-shot. :]

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[caydesgirl-uldrensprincess]

The Hangover || The Crow x OC || Short Drabble

Rating: M

Pairing: The Crow x OC

Fandom: Destiny 2

Warnings: mentions of sex, mentions of alcohol, angst if you really squint, fluff

Summary: It's the morning after the bonfire

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The Warlock awoke in her small small room aboard her jumpship. She groaned softly as a headache attempted to split her skull in half.

A hangover.

'Did I really get that drunk last night?' Isabelle thought, rubbing her temples between her middle finger and thumb.

All she could remember was sitting by the fire, exchanging stories with Crow, sharing a bottle of expensive wine Isabelle had gotten as a gift from a friend. She remembered getting incredibly close to him, then nothing.

She felt someone shifting beside her. An arm found its way to her waist, pulling her closer to whoever was behind her. Isabelle glanced down and found that she was not even wearing clothes, the only thing covering her were the silk sheets. The arm around her waist was a pale blue-- but not the same pale blue like hers, it was more grayish-- and had tightened its grip. The Awoken female looked behind her and a small gasp left her mouth.

Crow was asleep next her. His breaths even with every inhale and exhale. His raven hair was slightly ruffled. Isabelle turned over so she was facing him. He was handsome and looked at peace in his sleeping state, like nothing in the entire solar system could hurt him. And nothing ever will if Isabelle had her way.

Then a thought hit her. She peared under the sheets. And sure enough, Crow was naked underneath. Isabelle quickly averted her gaze, feeling the heat rise to her cheeks.

'Did we?!'

She felt Crow stirring. He opened his beautiful amber eyes and smiled softly at her, before he groaned and buried his head in the pillow.

"Hangover?" Isabelle asked as Crow nodded.

The warlock chuckled, before she groaned from her own hangover.

"Sounds like two guardians need a glass of water and two advil," Came Glint's voice.

Both Isabelle and Crow looked up to see their ghosts floating above them. Glint danced around while Hermione just bobbed.

"Do you guys even remember what you did last night?" Hermione asked.

"No," the Guardians replied in unison.

"Well, let's just say things got a little 'too' crazy and you both got a little freaky in bed last night," Glint replied.

It was Crow's turn to turn a light violet color as Isabelle watched the color race to his face. The warlock sat up and leaned over the bed, hugging the sheet to her chest. She felt around the floor, her fingers gripped something soft and cotton and brought it back up. She slipped it on and looked down. It was Crow's white shirt.

Isabelle shook her head and stood up. A wave of nausea hit her and she closed her eyes, holding her head in hand and leaning against the metal wall of the cramped sleeping quarters. She stumbled into the small bathroom and rifled through the medicine cabinet. She found the advil and took out four pills. Two for her and two for Crow. She filled a paper cup up with cold water and popped the two pills in her mouth and downed the water. She threw her cup away in the small trash can and filled a second cup. She brought it out with her, handing it to Crow with the Advil.

"For the hangover," She muttered, sitting on the edge of the bed.

Crow sat up and took the pills. Isabelle eyed him up and down, leaning her back against the wall. She chuckle softly.

"What's so funny?" Crow asked.

"Oh, nothing, nothing," Isabelle stated, waving her hand around, "It's just, I didn't think it would take alcohol to get us in bed together."

"Really?"

Isabelle nodded. She, of course, had sex with Crow before, but that was back when he was Uldren and they were happily married. She frowned. If only she could tell him the truth, but Crow didn't want any details about his past life. So, Isabelle stayed quiet about their marriage.

Crow had slipped on his boxer briefs before sitting next to her on the bed. Isabelle intertwined their fingers together, resting her head on Crow's shoulder.

They stayed like that for the rest of the morning. Enjoying the comfortable silence between the both of them.

#destiny #bungie #destiny 2 #destiny the crow #destiny crow #the crow #uldren sov #prince uldren #prince uldren sov #guardian uldren

[snarkwrites]

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 xavier plympton - cherry popped | spring | mature.

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bucky barnes - slippery when wet | winter | mature.

captain america - choke me | winter | suggestive.

pietro maximoff - faster, baby | spring | mature.

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starlord - eat me | spring | mature.

[ Venom ]

eddie brock - milf isn’t a bad word | spring | mature.

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jughead jones - tba | summer/fall | mature.

reggie mantle - yours  | summer | mature.

sweet pea - selfish | summer | mature.

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kevin tran - tba | fall / winter | suggestive.

sam winchester - tba | summer/fall | mature.

-- 𝕋𝕨𝕚𝕝𝕚𝕘𝕙𝕥

embry call - tba | summer/fall | mature.

jacob black - found you | spring | mature.

paul lahote - tba | summer/fall | mature.

-- 𝔽𝕣𝕚𝕕𝕒𝕪 ℕ𝕚𝕘𝕙𝕥 𝕃𝕚𝕘𝕙𝕥𝕤

matt saracen, remember you young by thomas rhett | angst & fluff / reunion

-- 𝕊𝕥𝕣𝕒𝕟𝕘𝕖𝕣 𝕋𝕙𝕚𝕟𝕘𝕤

jonathan byers, i think i love you | fluff. two best friends admitting their feelings for each other. an au take on my oc pairing with Steve Harrington, so an au of an au oops rip.

steve harrington, blindsided | fluff and awkward cute first kisses,ftw.

-- ��𝟚 ℝ𝕠𝕦𝕟𝕕𝕤 𝟛: 𝕃𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕕𝕠𝕨𝕟

jon shaw - galentines / be my valentine - ex lovers, drinking tw, intense fluff.

-- 𝔸𝕞𝕖𝕣𝕚𝕔𝕒𝕟 ℍ𝕠𝕣𝕣𝕠𝕣 𝕊𝕥𝕠𝕣𝕪

[ Apocalypse ]

michael langdon - moon dance - a witch and her dance under the moon captivates Michael Langdon. sexual tension, ftw.

-- 𝔸𝕣𝕣𝕠𝕨𝕧𝕖𝕣𝕤𝕖

[ Legends Of Tomorrow ]

ray palmer - back where you came from - time travel, mutual crushes

ray palmer - bachlorette party gone wrong or right - flirty first meeting at a bachelor party

ray palmer - villainesses want heroes - a good guy with a bad girl? more likely than you think. 

-- ℂ𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕝𝕖 ℝ𝕠𝕔𝕜

 dennis zalewski - photo booth montage - angst / hurt comfort, major character death & mourning, ghosts.

the kid / henry deaver - you were different - alternate universe personas reunite, intense makeout ensues.

--𝔻ℂ ℂ𝕚𝕟𝕖𝕞𝕒𝕥𝕚𝕔

[ Suicide Squad ] 

captain boomerang - expecting someone taller - first date / blind date.

-- 𝔽𝕣𝕚𝕕𝕒𝕪 ℕ𝕚𝕘𝕙𝕥 𝕃𝕚𝕘𝕙𝕥𝕤

 landry clarke - if i only had a brain | someday my prince will come - tutor turned friend turned crush. kissing and stuff.

tim riggins - wedding bell blues | so this is love - a wedding brings two people closer and the end result is Riggins, settling down.

tim riggins - voice like honey - tim flirting with a new girl in Dillon? the chances are more likely than you think.

-- 𝕄𝕒𝕣𝕧𝕖𝕝 ℂ𝕚𝕟𝕖𝕞𝕒𝕥𝕚𝕔

[ Avengers ] 

bucky barnes - girls,girls,girls - bucky’s omega likes to dance. and to offer herself up as bait. bucky doesn’t like this... intense heated conversation ensues.

captain america - no selfies in the bathroom please? - oh, nothing but Steve Rogers and an OC flirting over the phone. Innuendo towards the end if you squint.

[ Punisher]

 frank castle - patient of the week - patching up Frank isn’t the only thing she longs to do. A kiss is shared.

-- 𝕊𝕙𝕒𝕞𝕖𝕝𝕖𝕤𝕤

lip gallagher - wedding crasher | the nanny and the professor - lip and his girl and their ups and downs. They go from him crashing her wedding drunk to the two having a night of domestic bliss.. and a kid. mildly suggestive the second part is.

-- 𝕊𝕠𝕟𝕤 𝕆𝕗 𝔸𝕟𝕒𝕣𝕔𝕙𝕪

juice ortiz - crow flies | rough rider | treat you as good as my leather - snippets from the relationship between juice and my OC, Hazel Teller.

juice ortiz - glass houses | throwing stones - more from relationship between Juice Ortiz and Hazel Teller, tbh. 

-- 𝕊𝕥𝕣𝕒𝕟𝕘𝕖𝕣 𝕋𝕙𝕚𝕟𝕘𝕤

billy hargrove - let the days go by - flashbacks to a first meeting as an OC mourns Billy’s supposed death post S3.

jonathan byers - should’ve been a better shot - Tommy H’s girlfriend (not Carol, an oc) is getting more than a little sick of being Tommy’s property. Kissing Jonathan Byers seems like a good way to end that and to let jonathan know that she likes him a lot. Fluff/humor, warnings of Tommy H being his usual asshole douchenozzle self.

steve harrington - glass houses | throwing stones, this is set in the now main au timeline I have for Steve Harrington and my original character Charlotte Granger.

-- 𝕊𝕦𝕡𝕖𝕣𝕟𝕒𝕥𝕦𝕣𝕒𝕝

crowley - the witching hour - just a father/daughter heart to heart with Poppy. family bonding ftw. [ goes with pop goes my heart tangentially]

dean winchester - pop goes my heart - poppy gets under his skin in all the wrong ways AND all the right ones. 

dean winchester - gingerbread family - the boys find themselves waking up to Christmas as a totally normal family. How will they react to the things they find themselves able to do at last?

sam winchester - heaven knows - his guardian angel only wanted to protect him. now she’s been banished to earth and she’s mortal. and they wind up flirting / getting closer.

sam winchester - candy apple kisses | gingerbread family - sam never forgot about her. maybe that’s why as a result of a wish he and dean may or may not have both made, he wakes up to find himself married to her.

-- 𝕋𝕙𝕖 𝕎𝕒𝕝𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕕

[ The following ones are all part of this huuuuge everchanging universe/storyline that I have with BOTH men, for my OC Evie. In some, she’s with Daryl, in others, Shane. They’re all wildly canon divergent and all over the place, lmao.]

daryl dixon - watch the world burn [married au] | a vision from a sugarplum fairy | garden by the sea  - a series of alternate takes / twists and moments between my OC Evie Grimes and Daryl Dixon.

shane walsh - scream queen [reunited lovers au] | sweet morning rose | you and your high horse - a series of alternate takes/twists and moments between my OC Evie Grimes and Shane Walsh.

-- 𝕋𝕨𝕚𝕝𝕚𝕘𝕙𝕥

jacob black, one day more, angst | 

-- ℂ𝕣𝕚𝕞𝕚𝕟𝕒𝕝 𝕄𝕚𝕟𝕕𝕤

derek morgan x -being roommates with | 

-- 𝕄𝕒𝕣𝕧𝕖𝕝 ℂ𝕚𝕟𝕖𝕞𝕒𝕥𝕚𝕔 𝕌𝕟𝕚𝕧𝕖𝕣𝕤𝕖

sam wilson / falcon x - dating falcon | 

CSI MIAMI;

tim speedle [ d m y ] | [ b o u ] | [ c e k ] | j w x | l f | 

STAR WARS;

kylo ren [ k l r ] | 

CSI: Las Vegas;

t r o u b l e | greg sanders x Sidle!Sibling OFC, Belle | genres : suspense/action, romance / fluff, hurt comfort, angst, slow burn | chapters : [ one | two | three pt1| three pt2 | four | five | soundtrack: here | warnings: slow burn, attempted murder tw, murder mentions / crime mentions tw, eventual smut/sexual content tw, [ discontinued to be rewritten ]

CSI:Miami;

m i n e | tim speedle x former lover!OFC, Sylvie | genres : suspense/action, romance/fluff, hurt comfort, angst, slow burn | chapters : [ one two pt 1 two pt 2 three three pt 2 ] | soundtrack: here | warnings: slow burn, crime / stalker tw, other themes and eventual smut/sexual content tw, [discontinued to be rewritten]

Riverdale;

gangsta | sweetpea x Andrews!SiblingOFC, Alyssa | genres: teen angst - drama, suspense, hurt comfort, romance, slow burn | chapters: one - two - three - four - five - six - seven - eight - nine - ten- eleven - twelve - thirteen - fourteen - | soundtrack: here | warnings: fighting / swearing, sexual tension, awkward situations & eventual smut.. your typical high school overdramatic bs. Bit of an au because I only plan to loosely follow the series. | [ discontinued to be rewritten ]

Sons Of Anarchy;

home | juice ortiz x Teller!OFC, Hazelynn | genres: action / suspense, hurt/comfort, angst, slow burn, romance, smut | chapters: one - two - three - | soundtrack: here | warnings: slow burn, heavy sexual tension, violence and other adult themes, alcohol / drugs / illegal activities, sex worker ofc tw, sexual content eventually | [ being rewritten to be reposted soonish ]

Stranger Things;

upside down | steve harrington x OFC, Jenny | genres: teen angst - drama, suspense, hurt comfort, friendship, fluff, action, | chapters: one - two - three - four - five - six - seven - | soundtrack: here | warnings: fighting / swearing, sexual tension, awkward situations & eventual smut... your typical high school drama + science fiction-y type misadventures,lmaoo. | [discontinued to be rewritten]

#multifandom writing masterlist #masterlist multifandom #multifandom fanfiction #multifandom fanfic writer

[imagine-your-party-hosts]

Dearly Beloved, Ch.2

Word Count: 2,404

Pairing: OC x ?

Rated: T

Summary: "I promise I'll be able to make you happy again!" His voice was booming and clear, with no hesitation. He reached for her cold hands, clasping them tight in both of his, holding them to his chest where she could feel his pounding heart. Every part of her longed to believe it and to hold onto something as warm as his hand for the rest of their lives; how long would that be? 

[Previous Chapter]

The three boys had been there for about a month now. Yukiko had been quiet; she was alone in the Flame Estate, finally taking a few steps outside when her brother came knocking. He asked her for a walk, and though she had not really wanted to, she agreed, if nothing else to get her mind off of Rengoku’s departure. 

“They’re almost done with rehabilitation training with the butterfly girls right now. They say they’re a handful!”

Yukiko jumped, immediately turning away from the Butterfly Estate they’d been walking past, yanking on the sleeves of her haori. “I didn’t ask,” she murmured, while beside her her brother tittered. 

“I can tell you’re interested. Why don’t you talk to them some more? You barely talk to anyone that isn’t me or Kyojuro-sama,” he told her, though she was already starting to walk away, her arms stiff at her sides. 

“They look like trouble,” she said under her breath, and Yukiya laughed, following after her. 

“No they don’t! They look like nice boys. I’m sure they’d like company that isn’t trying to give them medicine or dump tea on their heads,” he said. “The one boy with the big forehead, he’s even managed to do concentrated breathing all night!” She quickened her pace, though Yukiya had no problem keeping up. 

“I am busy!” she huffed out, coughing to keep her breath. Beside her, Yukiya beamed. 

“Doing what? I heard Kyojuro-sama got sent on a mission without you.” Yukiko kept walking, her head down, her hands clenched into fists. “I also heard those little boys’ crows talking. You know they’re getting sent to that train, right?”

Yukiko suddenly stopped, and Yukiya gently bumped into her back. Her shoulders were set, and the air around her was hot enough for their cheeks to flush. 

“I’m going with them,” she stated, and behind her Yukiya laughed, clapping his hands. 

“I figured you’d like that piece of information!” he said, though she was already moving again, a light jog that Yukiya only had to briskly walk to keep up. “I can go stall them, if you’d like?”

“Please!” she yelled out; it echoed through the whole headquarters, and from his estate, Sanemi glanced up into the air and could sense the trouble she was starting. 

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Yukiko had not baked in a very long time; the last time she’d slaved over cookies was when she was begging Rengoku every week to take her on as his tsugoku. He had no problem telling her yes, though every time she was getting dragged away by Sanemi for interrupting their meetings. 

She hated him. She hated running, too, though here she was, racing towards the gates with a small pink box of chocolate chip cookies clutched towards her chest. She hoped she’d not missed them yet, and that she’d have to run to the train station alone; Yukiya would never let her down, she thought. 

“Please wait!” she yelled out, skidding to a halt just outside the gates. The three boys were almost turned away, waving their goodbyes to the three small butterfly girls and to her brother, who stood against the gates with a smile. 

She kneeled over, hiding her bright red face to cough and catch her breath while the boys hesitated. 

“It’s that weird girl,” Inosuke attempted to whisper to the others. Zenitsu jutted his elbow out to hit him in his side, and Inosuke did the same. 

“Hazuki-sama, right? Is everything okay?” asked the one with the big forehead, and she sputtered, taking a big huff before she shot up. 

“Please let me come with you!” she said suddenly, jutting her hand out awkwardly, holding the small box of cookies to them. “I am not sure if you like them, but I baked cookies! Please accept them!”

“Cookies?” Tanjirou asked her, while Inosuke stepped forward and swiped them from her. 

“Yes! Chocolate chip!” she chirped out, her brother covering his face with his hands from the wall. 

“So many girls are cooking for us today!” Zenitsu sang out, stepping forward to take a cookie from the box, though before he could Inosuke took a bite, paper and all. 

“Come on, are you serious?!” Zenitsu yelled, attempting to rip the box back from him. 

“You’re asking to come with?” Tanjirou asked her, doing his best to ignore the two arguing behind him. Her face was still a bright red, both from running and from her outburst, and she stood straight as a board. 

“Please!” she said, much too loud for how close they were all standing. “Kyojuro left without me, and I can’t stand for that. I have to be on that train.”

Tanjirou glanced down at her hands, clenched into fists. “He won’t be mad at you?” he asked her, and she suddenly grinned. 

“He knows me. He knew I wouldn’t stay put,” she told him, and he couldn’t turn down her beam, smiling back at her. “Please,” she repeated, though Tanjirou knew already he wasn’t going to tell her no. 

“You ran all this way, of course! We wouldn’t say no,” he told her, and Inosuke paused his arguing with Zenitsu to say, “We wouldn’t?”

“Thank you,” she said, bowing to them, though Tanjirou was waving his hands to tell her to stop. 

“Hey, hey, do you have anymore?” Inosuke asked her, stepping forward, and she deadpanned, staring at the destroyed box. 

“I made a dozen,” she told him, and he hummed in thought.

“Hmm. That does not sound like a lot,” he responded. 

Her lips twitched, like she was going to say something, though she instead turned away. 

“Thank you,” she repeated, bowing to her brother now, who instead laughed. 

“Get up! It’s what siblings do. I’ll see you when you’re back?” he asked her, and she held her fists to her chest, standing back up. 

“Of course!” she yelled, waving to him and the butterfly girls. “I’ll be back soon with Kyojuro! He’ll get an earful for leaving without me.”

She turned away finally, back towards Tanjirou, Zenitsu, and Inosuke. Her cheeks were still tinged pink, though she was rocking forward, finally taking a step towards them. “Let’s go!” she said, and after a pause she added, “... Please.” Kyojuro had been telling her to work on her manners to her elders, and she had no idea if they were older than her. They looked like kids! a voice inside her objected. 

She walked in silence for awhile with them, while they were still arguing about the cookies with Tanjirou attempting to quiet them down. She wondered quietly what she was doing; what would she have done if they weren’t going? Would she have gone alone? She didn’t want to think about it. 

“How long have you been in the Demon Corps, Hazuki-sama?” Tanjirou asked her, and she jumped slightly when she realized he was talking to her. 

“I told you not to call me that!” she objected instead, glancing towards him, though she immediately turned away. “I’ve been training for three years under Kyojuro.”

“That’s a long time!” Tanjirou remarked, and she only nodded her head, wondering if she was getting made fun of. 

“You’re a wonderful baker, Yuki-chan!” Zenitsu said behind them. He’d finally had a small chunk of a cookie that hadn’t been crushed by Inosuke, and was reveling, thinking of a small, stout Yukiko in an apron. 

“Thank you. My parents owned a bakery,” she said, glancing back at him. She gave a tiny smile when she saw how content they looked, Inosuke with chocolate smeared across his boar head and Zenitsu still nibbling at the small bit he’d gotten. “I’m sorry you didn’t get any. I’ll make more,” she told Tanjirou, and blinked at the large box on his back. “And - for her, if she can have any.”

“Shoulda moved faster!” Inosuke snapped, his hands proudly on his hips. 

“Thank you! I’m sure Nezuko would like that,” Tanjirou said, grinning at her, and she squinted as if she was blinded. 

“That’s her name?” Yukiko asked him, pulling on the sleeve of her haori, tugging it further down off her shoulder. “Nezuko-chan?” When Tanjirou nodded his head, she paused for a moment, biting gently down on her lip. “I… am sorry for what happened. I know the pity is probably getting old, but it’s true. If that happened to my brother, I don’t know what I’d do. I don’t think I could be as strong as you.”

Tanjirou hesitated at that, glancing over to her, though she still would not meet his eyes, gripping her haori in her palm. “Thank you. I’m sure you could, though. You look like you two care about each other a lot.”

She didn’t respond, only shrugging her pale shoulders. She had the same strange freckles there, small triangular shapes that looked like constellations on her milky skin. Tanjirou opened his mouth to ask her something, though she suddenly looked up, pointing forward. 

“Look, the train station!” she said, again too loud, though she was already taking a step forward and then back again. She looked at the three, almost like waiting for validation, permission to run forward; Zenitsu stepped forward, holding his hand out, and she actually took it, dragging him along. 

Tanjirou had been so distracted he hadn’t even smelled the difference in the air. Inosuke ran forward with them, and after a moment Tanjirou took off as well, meeting up with Yukiko and Zenitsu. She was looked up to the steam billowing from the train engine with a bright grin, while Zenitsu was looking at her and swaying from side to side. 

“Look! Kyojuro’s somewhere on that,” she said to Inosuke and Tanjirou as they caught up, pointing towards it, while Inosuke slapped her hand away. 

“Don’t point at it!” he told her, while the same time she yanked her hand away and said, “What the hell?!”

“It’s the lord of land! Right now it’s asleep, but be careful!!” he said, and she hesitated, glancing away from him back to Zenitsu. 

“It’s a steam train,” he said blankly.

“Maybe it’s the guardian deity of this place,” Tanjirou suggested, and she blinked from Zenitsu to him. 

“Maybe this was a mistake,” she thought aloud, while behind her Inosuke took a running jump to the train. 

“Stop it, you’re embarrassing us in front of Yuki-chan!” Zenitsu yelled, running forward to grab hold of Inosuke and pull him away. Her brow was furrowed, looking back up to the train in thought, again wondering why she was here, when she heard a whistle and jumped when Zenitsu grabbed her instead. 

“It’s the police! Come on, run!” he told her, and she hesitated, though still let herself get pulled along with the others. 

“I hate running!” she called after them, and Zenitsu yelled, “I’m sorry!!” back to her. 

Once they’d rounded a corner and Zenitsu let go of them Yukiko huffed, falling down onto her bottom onto the ground. 

“I’ve ran so much today,” she was panting out to herself, ignoring the three boys talking in the back. “This better be worth it, Kyojuro.”

When she heard the train whistle she glanced up, before turning back to Zenitsu looking for the police still, and after a moment she jumped up. “I have to go, I’m sorry!” she told them, though Inosuke was already running ahead of her to fight the train. 

“We should go, too!” Tanjirou told Zenitsu, running after them, and he sputtered before taking off as well. 

“You run so fast!!” Yukiko yelled up to Inosuke as he jumped on. She swallowed, before she sucked in a breath and did the same, grabbing hold of the railing and pulling herself over. 

“You just don’t run fast enough!” Inosuke told her, reaching over with Tanjirou to help pull Zenitsu up as well. 

“I don’t!” she agreed, and she finally laughed when she saw them tumble down together. She was grinning brightly as she reached down and helped them up, her eyes twinkling and dancing. “Kyojuro’s somewhere on this train! You’ll help me look, right?”

Her hair was getting blown in her face, even with her bangs pinned back with a bow, and Tanjirou couldn’t help the small laugh that escaped him. She shook her head wildly, reaching to grab her hair and pull it back, though she couldn’t hold it all back and it still swung wildly around, whacking Inosuke in his face. 

“What is it? Don’t laugh!” she objected, though she herself was laughing loudly, even as Inosuke squealed and pushed her hair away. 

“Of course we’ll help you look!” Tanjirou yelled instead back to her, over the wind that was whipping her hair back and forth. She hesitated, staring up at his pretty, kind eyes, before she smiled, reaching forward and placing a hand to his shoulder. 

“Thank you!!” she shouted back to him, squeezing his shoulder. “You have pretty strong shoulders, carrying around that box all day, huh?”

She was close enough that Tanjirou could smell the firewood in her hair that was brushing against his nose. Even with everything around him, hickory was all he could smell, triangular stars were all that was in front of him. 

“Thank you!!” he repeated her words; it was all he could think to say. She finally met his eyes; hers were an icy blue, blanketed by long, dark eyelashes that fluttered briefly when she realized she was staring. She lifted her hand from his shoulder quickly, reaching both her hands to hold her hair back, pulling it away from Tanjirou. 

“Let’s go find Kyojuro!” she called to the three boys, stomping her feet. “... Please!!”

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“Where’s your sister?”

Yukiya glanced up from his book; he’d heard Sanemi’s loud footsteps long before he threw open the door, but he figured he might as well enjoy a few more quiet moments before he was disrupted. 

“Isn’t she a little young for you?” Yukiya asked, leaning back in his chair to look at the Wind Pillar, who only rolled his eyes. 

“I don’t like that brat in any kinda way. There’s a reason she was told to stay.” Sanemi told him, folding his arms across his chest, and Yukiya shook his head, turning away back to his book. 

“And there’s a reason she went. A piece of advice, you probably shouldn’t actively be pissing off your healers. Is that all you want? Because I’m not giving you my blessing to date my sister.”

#kimetsu no yaiba #demon slayer #kny #demon slayer x oc #kny x oc #tanjirou kamado #inosuke hashibira #original character #my writing #read the kny leaks and had to put out my feelings