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I’m so sad crow broke down and the guardian wasn’t there to help! Can you write a Drabble where a gn guardian is? I’d love to see some heavy platonic affection!!!!!!!!!

yes!

for anyone who may be confused, this ask is based off of the quote, “A lot of attitude for somebody who broke down crying last time we were here,” by Nightmare Uldren to Crow during Season of the Haunted. I’ve only watched videos that aren’t edited great so, I’m probably DIVERGING FROM CANON. Who woulda thought. Putting the breakdown at the time when Crow fails the severance and it says he’s sobbing in the captions. (They do exist. They are canon)

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The Guardian pressed ahead, jogging through the underbelly of the Leviathan as they helped with the severances. The entire situation was nothing short of horrifying. Their friends, facing their pasts, their deepest fears head on. It made them wish they could do more. Anything more. The Nightmares — well, Crow’s nightmare — loved to speak. And he was eating the Guardian’s very last nerve at the moment.

“So, Guardian…” Nightmare Uldren started through the comms, a venomous tinge to his otherwise familiar voice differentiating it from that of their friend. “The Crow wants to be me, or he’s afraid he already is?”

The Guardian rolled their eyes as they continued through the ship, not caring enough about the dreaded Nightmare’s manipulation to work up a response.

“Is there a third option?” Crow muttered in reply.

Nightmare Uldren hummed. “Mmm, languish in your miserable limbo of a life? The Scorn will drag you into mine, eventually.”

The urge to bite back at him rose up in the Guardian’s throat, but they thought better of it. Mostly because Crow beat them to it.

“Those Eliksni deserved to rest in peace! What you did to them… I would never,”

The Nightmare chuckled on the other end. “We raised them. Gave them another chance. I thought you were all about second chances.”

The Guardian huffed as the comms fell silent for a while, and then, suddenly, they weren’t anymore.

“Where did those Scorn come from?” Crow murmured. The Nightmare took the chance to dig his claws in again:

“I told you: our prodigal children, returning to their father. Can’t you hear them calling?” The vile, pure hatred in his voice seemed to double. “Why did you abandon us?”

The Guardian’s feet skidded to a stop on the metal floor when they heard Crow cry out, the familiar sound of the Golden Gun being drawn and fired ringing through their comms.

“Crow?” They questioned. Their voice went unheard.

“Ow,” The Nightmare sighed. “You’re awfully bitter.”

Crow was panting, choking out words on the other end of the comms. “Damn right I’m bitter. You had everything, and you set it on fire for her!”

The Guardian subconsciously had a battle, fighting everything inside of them as they pressed on. All they needed was to get to Crow. All they needed was to do the severance. Nightmare Uldren was going to destroy him.

They couldn’t stand by and let him be destroyed.

The Guardian did what they had to. Fought. But the entire time, their mind was lingering on Crow.

“I’m… losing… I’m losing it!” He shouted.

“You can endure this,” Eris called in response.

The Guardian fought through their nerves, trying their very hardest just to fight back to Crow. They needed him. He needed them. Nightmare Uldren needed to go.

As they finally slaughtered the last of their enemies, they jogged into the room, panic and anger radiating through their veins as soon as they saw Crow. Hands and knees on the floor, Nightmare Uldren hovering above him.

“Fikrul’s alone. Hated, just like you were,” The red and black horror spoke. “You can help him, but you just… don’t. Because it’s one more step towards me. It’s why you won’t help our sister either. After everything Mara’s done for us.”

As the Guardian drew nearer, they spotted the tearstreaks glistening on Crow’s face. He was staring at the floor, baring down against the metal with his hands. “I don’t want her help!” He choked, sucking in a breath that turned more into a hiccup.

“This isn’t a knife fight, Crow. Accept his words. Move through them,” Eris ordered. Crow sat up straighter, sniffing.

“No! No. I’m going to enjoy ripping him out of me,” He ordered, bringing his hands up to grip at the front of his cloak. The Guardian stepped forward but stopped in their tracks. As much as they wanted to help him, he needed to do this himself.

“Try,” The Nightmare spat. “I’ll just burrow back in. Over and over, until I’m all you have.”

“I-“ Crow let out a strangled sob, struggling to find his words for a moment. “Eris… what do I do?”

“Retreat is not weakness. Breathe. We can try again, in time,”

Crow lifted a hand to his cloak again, tugging at the front as soft, muffled sobs wracked his body. The Guardian finally did what they’d been refraining from doing the entire time: they hurried over to him.

“Look, Crow. It’s your little Guardian,” The Nightmare chuckled. “Here to make you feel all better.”

The Guardian sent the Nightmare a well-aimed middle finger as they dropped to their knees next to Crow. He was crying — one hand tugging at his cloak, the other, gripping at the metal beneath him. He didn’t dare meet their eyes, but instead, kept his closed as his tears tapped quietly on the floor.

“Crow,” They said quietly, scooting so their knees were nearly touching his. They lifted their hands to his head, placing one on each side. “You’re not him. You’re never going to be him.”

He gritted his teeth, a violent sob jerking his body forward slightly. He moved his hand from the floor to their arm, gripping it. He wasn’t calming down — in fact, he only seemed to be crying harder now that they were in front of him. “I… I’m sorry. I’m sorry I let you down.”

“Don’t even think for a second that you let me down,” They ordered, shifting into a position where they could sit comfortably in front of him. He still wouldn’t look up at them, so they dipped their head down in an attempt to meet his irises. He looked away. “You could never let me down, Crow.”

“Of course you let them down. When you killed Cayde-6. Remember?” The Nightmare spat from behind the Guardian. “Hard to forget the reason your precious little Guardian killed you in the first place.”

Crow withdrew his hand from the Guardian’s arm at the Nightmare’s words, but they reached out and latched onto his wrists in response. He finally looked up at them. His orange eyes were dull at the same time they shone with tears, his face wet from crying. He only lasted a moment looking at them until he turned his head to the side.

“You didn’t kill Cayde. He did,” The Guardian tried. Crow weaseled his wrists out of their grip, so their hands traveled to his face instead. They gently turned it back toward them, his orange eyes flicking back to theirs momentarily. “Look at me. You aren’t him. Everything that happened before — that’s his fault, not yours. Not yours.”

He leaned into their touch slightly, his hands drifting up to rest on their arms. He opened his mouth to speak to no avail, fresh tears still streaming down his face as much as he tried to stop them. The Guardian leaned closer to him.

“You’re my friend. I trust you. I’m not disappointed in you… I… love you,” They muttered. Crow’s heavy breath’s hitched for a moment, orange eyes flicking up to them in shock. They heard Nightmare Uldren chuckling, obviously working up another comment, so they kept talking. “I love you, Crow. I didn’t take you from the Spider so I could spite you. I did it because you’re a good person. Your sense of justice. Your compassion, your sympathy. You’re good. You’re not like him, and you need to understand that.”

Crow stared for a moment. The Guardian’s hands stayed put on the sides of his face, and his grip tightened on their arms until a new wave of tears brimmed in his eyes — not from the Nightmare, but from what they said.

He looked back down at the floor, bringing his hands to his face in an attempt to hide the fact that they’d made him cry this time. The Guardian pulled him into their chest, wrapping him securely in their arms.

“They’re lying,” Was all the Nightmare could come up with in that moment. “You’re not good, you’re me.”

The Guardian let their hand travel up and down his back, the other resting on the back of his head. “I love you, Crow.” They repeated. Hopefully, their words would help to drown Uldren out.

“I-I love you, too,” He muttered into their armor, his voice coming out soft and muffled. Nightmare Uldren groaned, a gust of wind sourcing from behind the Guardian as he disappeared in an angry haze. Crow moved his arms from over his face to around their torso, gripping their cloak in his hands until his knuckles turned white. They could still hear him crying quietly, but the tears weren’t as heavy-laden as before.

“Everything I said is true, and more,” They whispered, brushing their hand through his hair gently. “You just gotta believe it, too.”

His grip around them tightened, and he sniffed a few times, too emotional to work up a response. And that was okay.

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