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kaz-identified · 8 months

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Enemy of my Enemy

Pairing: Uldren x Young Wolf

Category: One-Shot

Genre: Fluff

Rating: 13+

Warnings: No major warnings apply

Word Count: 951

Summary: Enemy of my enemy is… also my enemy?

they/them pronouns used for the Guardian. we're inclusive here.

author's note: I'm so abnormal about them it's probably not healthy. also arguably a reader insert cause you are the guardian?? whatever.

Enemy of my enemy, never been a friend to me.

There is an old saying from before the Golden Age. “The enemy of my enemy is my friend.”Most things from before the Golden Age had rotted into obscurity, meaningless memories of a past long dead, like old bones of interest only to historians and those who mourn its loss personally.

Unfortunately, this particular memory of the time long before was frustratingly still applicable.

The Guardian is a capable fighter, a worthwhile ally in the hunt for the House of Wolves. An ally if only by a common enemy because he’d be damned if they were anything more.

Uldren hates the Guardian, despises everything about them.The way they tilt their arm up when they grab their gun, it’s such a needless “trick”. Just hold your hands steady, and you won’t tilt the sights.

The way their gauntlets are so dented and scarred. Just take a bit of time to buff out your armor, it wouldn’t even take that long, it’s just lazy.

He hates the way they grow silent when analyzing a target. It’s so unsettling. Just… say things to your team. It makes missions more effective.

He tries to convince himself he hates the way they smile into the sunshine, tilting their head up just a bit to catch the light a bit more. He tries to convince himself that he hates how they lean in a bit when people speak to them, so quiet and so focused on listening. He tries to convince himself that he hates the way their voice rasps when they speak, unaccustomed to talking, quiet and rough, annoyingly so.

He’s starting to wonder if Mara is making him work with them because she’s mad at him right now. She knows how much he hates the Guardian.

“You don’t hate them, dear brother. If you did, you’d be quieter about them,” she had said when he raised issue with having to work with them again.

He hates that maybe she’s right.

Maybe the vain attempts to convince himself of how much he despises them aren’t working. But damn if he doesn’t try, taking every small flaw and amplifying it to infinity.

They walk too fast. They’re too confident. They’re so unsettlingly quiet so often. They’re constantly hyperactive. They’re so reckless on the battlefield. They have awful taste in music. What the hell even is Led Zeppelin? Their eyes are creepy, speckled with the Light, twining around the Iris like vines. Their smile is infuriatingly genuine. They almost never talk when they’re not on the field, preferring to let their Ghost do it for them. They don’t even have a proper name! What kind of hero doesn’t have a proper name?!

He repeats these small hatreds to himself, reminds himself of how they dance so stupidly at any given opportunity, how they drop the ground when they sit like their armor suddenly became too much weight to carry, reminds himself how they run about the Reef like a child every time they arrive.

And then they do things like this.

The mission had been complete, but the Guardian had insisted on staying behind just a bit longer because “the sun is about to set and it’s always so pretty out here.”

So, they sit on the ledge of a cliff, legs dangling over the edge, staring at the sky with rapt attention. And Uldren is standing a few feet away, impatiently waiting for the sun to set so they can get a move on already. He has things to do that aren’t… this.

“Stop sulking over there. I can feel your glare from here,” they call over their shoulder.

Uldren huffs. “I’m not sulking, I’m waiting.”

“Waiting, sulkily,” they counter, turning around to look at him. “Come on, sit down with me. Watch the sunset. Maybe seeing the glorious beauty of life will help fix that relentless hateful energy you have all the time,” they say and pat the ground next to them.

“I’d rather die,” Uldren all but hisses.

“Well, cliff’s right there,” they gesture. “Feel free to jump.”

He rolls his eyes and does his best to hide the hint of a smile battling its way onto his face. That was… a clever comeback. He has to give them that.

“Ah!” The Guardian cries, stumbling to their feet, pointing at him. “What’s that? Are you smiling?!”He bares his teeth at them. “No,” he growls.

“My god you were! And I thought you were allergic to happiness!” they tease, approaching him.

“I’m not, I didn’t smile, now go back to watching your sunset so we can leave. Please.”

They stretch their arms out, and shake their head. “Ah, I’ve seen plenty of sunsets before. And I got something way more valuable out of this,” they offer him a mischievous grin. “You have a pretty smile.”

He tenses, heat flushing his face. No, no! He doesn’t like them. They’re not even friends! They’re just an ally. Enemy of my enemy. They’re annoying and overconfident and only useful as a gunman and- and wow, they look pretty at sunset, the fading light catches beautifully on their face, glinting off their armor like paintings of gods and angels from before the Golden Age, like Ares with kinder eyes. No! No, don’t think like that!

They lean in, eyes teasing. “You know, you’re cute when you’re flustered.” He thinks his brain short-circuited for a second there.

They clap a hand on his shoulder, and begins to walk past them. “Come on, let’s get back, eh? I’d like to get back to the Tower before tomorrow.”

God, he hates the Guardian so much. Enemy of my enemy is my friend, but The Guardian is an enemy all their own.

Just discovered All Them Witches while porting this. Pretty good band.

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cinisekha · 11 months

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um. if you want to read my self-indulgent arranged marriage AU between Uldren Sov and the Young Wolf, here it is.

#uldren sov #uldren sov x young wolf #uldren sov fanfic #uldren sov x guardian #uldren sov x f!guardian #my writing #ugh #i am unwell

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honeybeegreenie · 6 months

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Been a long ass time since I've posted on my account, and a long ass time since my first Destiny fic.

Here's the follow up.

#destiny 2 #destiny 2 fanfic #uldren sov #galea britella #cause yes i have a tag for my oc #sue me #female guardian #crow x guardian #uldren sov x guardian

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aukanemin · 9 months

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"I closed my eyes and flew, cold ice to spine – red-hot and heavy body to the chest. I felt thoughts slither moving back and forth, nutations such loving, delicate and sound, through veins and parts and sides of me, like sinful thought, like tender beast that courses through.

Such strange and chtone design behind the dark there was.

Such lovely one."

Amidst the canvas of adored, there is a bloom of gratitude and tone that's so demure and delicate and unobtrusive, deep, for loves and mistful dreams as glorious, delightful as @cinisekha's is<ззз

#digital art #fan art #azrin #original character #other's oc #destiny 2 #destiny the game #uldren sov #crow destiny #the guardian #destiny awoken #portrait #x

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unlucky-corvid · 3 months

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Crow x Reader SFW Relationship Alphabet

So, I tried my best with this one, I hope you enjoy it. sorry if its a little OOC. i love crow but he's a character I've not had much exposure to. its also not been massively proof read but either way I hope you all enjoy! (I've yet to add the links to the lore books but when its not 11pm I will!)

xoxo

A = Affection (How affectionate are they? How do they show affection?)

At first crow is a bit hesitant with affection. What if he did it wrong? What if he was too much? What if you realised you didn’t like him? This led to a rather frustrating lack of communication with crow hesitant to initiate affection and you pulling back slightly thinking his lack of affection was in response to being overwhelmed by your own actions. After it reaches its peak you both sit down and clear the air. Crow gets things off his chest and realises you more than welcome any affection he wants to give.

At first its secretive, shy. More cuddles and kisses when you’re both relaxing in your apartment. He’ll makes you tea or coffee on cold mornings before heading out, draw you baths when you get back covered in dirt, sweat and something he frankly daren’t ask about. His affection is soft and warm.

Eventually he’ll feel comfortable enough to show a little more affection outside your little slice of privacy. His Pinky will find yours, linking them as you listen to one of Osiris’s lectures, he’ll place a hand on the small of your back, thumb making soft soothing circles.

B = Best friend (What would they be like as a best friend? How would the friendship start?)

His mind is in two sorts. One side shies away, best case scenario guardians would be polite, but he could see the slight contempt for him in their eyes, especially the hunters. The other side, the side desperate for connection with someone, anyone, wants to reach out to you. Its this side that wins when you and crow are paired up on a routine patrol in the dreaming city to some more dangerous areas infested with taken. When he isn’t treated to the usual harshness, the malicious and reluctant compliance with being paired with him, he relaxes a little. Glints incessant chatter in his ear about how nice you were and how he should ask to do something with you in the tower, or talk to you more, or even just smile at you a little more.

To his surprise after the patrol, you offer to take him out to the ramen joint and, after getting over his surprise, he agrees and it blossoms from there.

You’re both very close, attached at the hip and rarely going on missions and patrols without one another. He’s a very protective and considerate friend. Zavala, Osiris, and a few others had shown him forgiveness and understanding but none like you. You truly cared. He’s the first to speak up if he feels the vanguard are putting too much on you and taking advantage of your willingness to help.

C = Cuddles (Do they like to cuddle? How would they cuddle?)

This touch starved man is desperate for anything he can get.

Crows first touch from a guardian was a female titan who had spotted him as he took his first steps into the world of guardians. She proceeded to snap his collar bone and crush his pelvis with a flaming hammer and left him to die there from internal haemorrhaging. After that he decided to cover his face and very rarely sought out the touch of other guardians.

Then came you.

he trusted you enough to sleep near you, let you touch him, knowing you wouldn’t hurt him. You would sit by the campfire, leant against one another, and slowly sink into a peaceful albite short slumber.

After you and crow get closer as friends and something more, you would both find solace in each other’s arms, whether it was after a particularly harrowing mission, loss of a friend or simply a bad day full of minor inconveniences.

After you start dating, he’s so cuddly. In your apartment, he’s all over you. Cooking? he’s there behind you, arms round your waist. Laundry? Same deal. In bed? You don’t need that weighted blanket anymore, you have an awoken male shaped pillow on top of you. He’s very fond of how your fingers gently trace the swirls of light on his face as he relaxes into you.

D = Domestic (Do they want to settle down? How are they at cooking and cleaning?)

Crow knows the possibility of being able to settle down is slim to none. Theres always a new threat, a new enemy but he can dream.

This man can’t cook to save his life. He can make edible meals but cook something and make it taste good on purpose, not so much. He puts effort into other things though, always helping out with the chores when you’ve both got the time to do them. Being house proud tends to come second to being a guardian out in the field.

E = Ending (If they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?)

I honestly can’t see crow leaving you unless you did something heinous that he just can’t forgive. If he did it would be face to face after convincing from Osiris and saint or glint. When he does see you, you have to coax what he’s trying to say out of him because he’s just that nervous. And if you cry? That’ll just break him.

F = Fiance(e) (How do they feel about commitment? How quick would they want to get married?)

Crow is very quick to commit. As soon as he knows that you both have the same feelings for one another and that he can trust you, he will never stray from your side. Unlike Cayde who would promise to marry you when everything dies down, crow is the opposite. Nothing big or lavish and he’ll try his best to get a nice ring, but he would want everyone to know and to have that promise and commitment. A small ceremony consisting of very close friends, probably officiated by Mara, Zavala or Osiris takes place in the courtyard at dusk as the sun is setting.

G = Gentle (How gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?)

Emotionally, crow is very aware. After years of picking up the subtle glares, veiled threats and reading between the lines crow is very in tuned to other people’s emotions, especially yours. He knows when your calm face remains so but your fists client and jaw sets that your moments away from punching the next annoyance that passes you, he notices the tiredness in your eyes no matter how hard you try to hide it and he always notices the glassiness in your gaze as you fight back tears. And he always knows how to help. A calming hand, a warm embrace, a hot drink, and a blanket. He’ll never dismiss your feelings.

Physically, crow is equally as gentle. Uldrens hands were tools of death, Deaths of many and he wants to be anything but that. When touching you he’s always gentle, he treats you with reverences, like you’re the most precious thing he’s held and to him its true.

H = Hugs (Do they like hugs? How often do they do it? What are their hugs like?)

This is pretty much covered in the cuddles section. At first, he was a little adverse to touch but after you hug him out of sheer relief he was addicted and realised what he had been missing out.

Crows’ coms had gone down mid mission while the pair of you had been separated during a high-risk mission. No matter what you had tried you couldn’t establish a connection. You reach the exfil point and…. nothing. he wasn’t there. You waited and just as you were about to go and look for him, he emerges looking worse for wear, armour muddied, cloak torn a little at the edges and panting. You didn’t give it a second thought you surge forward, wrapping your arms around him, telling him how worried you were. He freezes but with a little encouragement from glint he relaxes and returns the hug.

Crows’ hugs are gentle but firm, holding you close as he buries his face into your hair or the side of your neck. Nine times out of ten you will have to be the one to end the hug or you’ll be there a long time.

I = I love you (How fast do they say the L-word?)

Crow would be the first to say it. Hed take you somewhere scenic, you’d have been dancing round one another’s feeling for a while. He’s a fumbling mess, what you didn’t see was the 15-minute prep talk he got from glint. When he does say it, it’s quiet, he’s holding your hands as he finally says the words. His eyes watching you closely waiting for the rejection or the horror that…never comes. When you return the little 3 words, he’s letting out a breath he’s been holding far too long.

J = Jealousy (How jealous do they get? What do they do when they’re jealous?)

He gets jealous, not a lot but he does. He likes having your attention. You’re attentive, caring, and sweet, of course he wants to be the one you focus on. He totally doesn’t move your favourite plushie across the room because you cuddled it instead of him that night…. doesn’t matter that he got home after you’d fallen asleep, it should have been him. He never voices these things because he knows its unreasonable and this manifests as frustration and frequent berating of himself. When you notice his change in behaviour and ask him, he comes clean about his feelings, he explains how he feels bad about it and is surprised when you comfort him and explain that a little jealousy is normal and okay, as long as he doesn’t let it get out of hand.

K = Kisses (What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you? Where do they like to be kissed?)

Crow’s kisses are soft and unhurried. He likes to make the most of every single one. He’s a tad inexperienced, before he got Uldrens memories, he had never kissed another, steering away from taking off his mask. And Uldren wasn’t exactly a magnet for physical affection, so crow hasn’t had much practice. Much to his delight, you’re quick to rectify this.

Crow will kiss you everywhere but he’s particularly fond of your wrists, forehead, and nape of your neck when spooning.

Crow adores any kisses you give him, be it lips, cheeks or anywhere else. He won’t admit that he’s very fond of when you kiss a particular spot just under his jaw line that makes him melt.

L = Little ones (How are they around children?)

Crow has a surprising amount of experience with children. Uldren would tell stories to eliksni children, even putting voices on, earning him delighted laughter. Crow misses this, he often tells glit about the times he would tell exciting tales to the children and when Eido suggests him coming to tell the children stories again one day., well…how could he turn down an offer like that, and of course you got an invite.

When he’s with the children, sat cross legged on the floor as the many eyes watch him with an alarming amount of attention, its like a new side of him peaks out, a soft and confident demeanour as he does all the sound effects and voices for the young ones who cant supress their giggles. Occasionally your eyes will meet as he tells the tales, and you don’t mis the faint blush that dusts his cheeks.

M = Morning (How are mornings spent with them?)

Mornings are slow and warm and cosy. Wrapped in the blankets and one another’s embrace. Words are hushed and murmured, quiet giggles and soft smiles as you each fight one another to prevent each other from leaving the warmth of the covers. When you eventually climb out of the bed, crow is making coffee while you cook breakfast before you leave onto perform whatever task the day holds. On occasion alarms will get slumber leading to panicked rushing and mad dashing around the room to get dressed. Once crow face planted the floor trying to put on socks and you laughed so hard you forgot you were late and got a very stern talking to from Zavala and had to put up with crows pouting all day.

N = Night (How are nights spent with them?)

Nights are spent wrapped up on the sofa. If you’ve been busy on patrols and missions, then its take out and drinks at home. Glint loves these nights, bouncing between the pair of you and your own ghost as you sit and chat. On nights when the pair of you have a little more energy, walks in the tower and trips to the few restaurants in the last city, trying new food and experiences. Crow loves the long nights sat up talking, its quiet and no one has any expectations of either of you, allowing the pair of you to just be.

O = Open (When would they start revealing things about themselves? Do they say everything all at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?)

Crow knows you likely know his past. Its no secret, most everyone in the tower knew, no doubt at the beginning of your friendship people warned you about him, sent you the same glares, the same spiteful words. Despite this you stick by him, and he finds himself slowly opening up to you. Small stories from Uldrens childhood, moments in the dreaming city, his experiences after being ressed and fears for the future are shared over drinks in the night.

P = Patience (How easily angered are they?)

While crow is a fairly patient guardian, he can be a little brash. Naïve and eager to fight the fight against darkness sometimes he needs to be heled back and reminded of the risks before charging in headfirst. This is even more so if its you the vanguard are discussing throwing into the fight. If you’re sent on a solo mission, he’s pacing the tower until you’re back, until he knows you’re safe. Like Cayde, he has your armour, weapons and ship committed to memory in case the worst happens and he has to go out and find you.

Q = Quizzes (How much would they remember about you? Do they remember every little detail you mention in passing, or do they kind of forget everything?)

You are everything to this guardian and he’s going to try and commit everything to memory. Your favourite food, drinks, how you like your tea and coffee, your routines, birthday, anniversary. Everything he can remember he does, anything he’s worried about forgetting, well, glint is more than happy to help.

R = Remember (What is their favorite moment in your relationship?)

When you and crow began to grow closer together as friends, he starts to notice…peculiar things. His heart racing when you’re near, sweaty palms, nervousness. After multiples talks with Osiris, saint and glint he decides maybe he should talk to you. He invites you on a trip to the dreaming city on the promise of showing you his favourite part of the dreaming city’s gardens. That area is, thankfully, devoid of taken or scorn. You both sit in the soft grass surrounded by plants of all colours and the amethyst hue of the surrounding rock formations. He shares some of his most treasured memories until a nudge from glint who gave him an eager whisper about how he’s stalling. Eventually through awkward fumbled words and a new hue of blue/purple on his cheeks which you eventually figure out is him blushing, he confesses his feeling to you. And much to his delight, you reciprocate them.

S = Security (How protective are they? How would they protect you? How would they like to be protected?)

Very protective. Crow has lost far too much, risked far too much to lose you. Crow would go on every mission he could with you and if he couldn’t, you can bet he’ll be on coms with you the whole time. Crow would have your 6 no matter what, god help anything that tries to take you from him.

Crow won’t admit it but he loves when you defend him against the lessening but still there harsh words of guardians who refuse to trust he is no longer Uldren. Seeing you reprimand them, scolding them with words about how caring and sweet and strong he was and how they were wrong for judging him based on a life he now had no control over. He thinks he’s slick and that you don’t know he likes it, not realising the dumb grin on his face afterwards gives everything away.

T = Try (How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?)

He tries, bless him. But he’s not the most experienced with courting. Dates are private affairs rather than big grand gestures. Maybe he got glint to find a recipe to cook your favourite meal ready for you when you get home, picnics somewhere not infested with fallen, cabal or hive and grabbing a meal at a small restaurant. Glint is always eager to help and offering well-meaning but questionable suggestions.

Everyday tasks, he’s making you tea, running your baths, this man will do anything for you if it makes you smile no matter how boring or laborious.

Gifts include anything from a little something you spotted in the bazar but decided not to buy because your saving glimmer to a new titan mark/warlock bond/ hunter cloak specialised just for you.

U = Ugly (What would be some bad habits of theirs?)

Crow is incredibly self-sacrificing and at times self-deprecating. Deep down he still holds himself accountable for Uldrens actions. To repent for his actions, he throws himself into risky missions sometime with little regard for his wellbeing. When he’s feeling the effects of nightmares, intrusive thoughts, and the horrors of Uldrens past he pulls away from everyone, choosing solitude rather than expressing to the people close and that care for him that he needs help and he’s struggling.

V = Vanity (How concerned are they with their looks?)

After being freed from spider’s grasp Osiris gifted him a cloak made by Eva Lavante which quickly becomes one of his treasured possessions which he, almost excessively, makes sure is clean and pristine. He detests being dirty after missions and patrols so regularly showers and when he comes out of the shower smelling of your body wash and shampoo you can’t help but chuckle, his embarrassed mumbles of “it just smells nice” reaching your ears. You make sure to buy plenty of that brand from then on.

He takes care of his own hair, shaving it shorter on the side himself, very carefully with a mirror. He’s very surprised one evening when you approach him and offer to cut it for him. He eyes you suspiciously and on the promise that you won’t cut it too short or make him bald, he hands you the clippers. Soon it’s a regular thing that he lets you help take care of his hair.

W = Whole (Would they feel incomplete without you?)

You are crows’ sanctuary. A place away from the nightmares, haunting memories, and fear. Somewhere warm, safe, and calming. You keep him grounded, from running headfirst into trouble. He hasn’t felt whole in a long time, especially after getting back his memories as Uldren but with your help, he slowly feels like he’s reclaiming his image, his life, and his future.

X = Xtra (A random headcanon for them.)

Glint ADORES you. I mean adores you. The second glint saw you treating crow as crow and not Uldren, he thought you were brilliant. crow wasn’t amazing at selfcare so seeing you look after his guardian kept glint buzzing. Glint regularly finds place on your shoulder or lap when you’re relaxing with crow and crow thanks you when on rare occasion glints chatting gets a bit much and you take the chatter box into the next room, talk of ‘the headless ones’’ drifting through the wall, reaching crows ears, and making him chuckle.

One mission crow returns tired and worn out. While he’s asleep you notice that there’s a clear rip in his beloved cloak that’s left resting on the chair. When he wakes up to see you, needle in hand, occasionally cursing as the needle pricks your finger. He’s surprised to see you diligently sewing his cloak as glint whispers hushed encouragements. That’s when crow knew. That’s when he knew he picked the right person.

Y = Yuck (What are some things they wouldn’t like, either in general or in a partner?)

People who refuse to see him as crow and only see Uldren. He understands to a degree how hard it can be but when people throw Caydes death in his face over and over and over, it grates.

Crow wouldn’t like a partner who didn’t like glint, glints always been encouraging and sweet as well as protective of crow and it works the other way to. If you don’t get on with glint or glint doesn’t like you, it’s going to be a hard time getting any closer than friends.

Z = Zzz (What is a sleep habits of theirs?)

This guy barely slept. He would take 2-to-3-hour long power naps at best when you first get to know him. Sat in the hanger, hidden amongst the crates cloak acting as a blanket. Leant against you as you read on the sofa, one of your hands in his hair putting him to sleep in seconds.

When you two begin sleeping in the same bed together, he’s worried about keeping you up, with nightmares, restless sleep and late nights but when you both lay in bed, his head on your chest and hand in his hair he melts. And for the first time since being resurrected he has a full night’s sleep, no nightmares, no waking up only hours later, no thrashing in his sleep, just blissful rest.

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

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vanade · 2 years

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#destiny 2 #d2 the crow #d2 crow #d2 uldren sov #guardian/crow #guardian x crow #yw x crow #yw / crow #comic #my art #nightmare uldren #uldren sov

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timaeusterrored · 1 year

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Bungie, domestic Destiny when? Apartment you can decorate in the city when? Taking Crow on a date when? Domestic life with Crow when? A quest where you can take someone on a date and wear street clothes when?

#I’m fully aware this will never happen #but it’s all I’ve been thinking about #i also just really love Crow #and reading Uldren/Jolyon fics are sad #the crow destiny #crow destiny #uldren sov #prince uldren #destiny uldren #jolyon till #crow x guardian #Crow/Guardian #Uldren Sov x Jolyon Till

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a-driftamongopenstars · 11 months

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of ghosts and men; crow x guardian x memory of uldren fic;

of ghosts and men (M, 1127 words, Crow x Guardian x Memory of Uldren) The Guardian turns on her back and looks up at either man. Almost the same, yet not quite. Something about the hair. Something else about their eyes. Different smiles. One cocky and daring, the other sweet and unassuming. She used to share the nightmare of Uldren with Crow, but now they share a memory. read on ao3

this fic has been on my list since season of the haunted, and it's finally written :) extremely soft and feelsy with a side of love making! read on ao3 or under the cut!

The Guardian’s sleep quarters are dimmed down to the bare sliver of light. All the light that she needs comes from around her shoulder, where a gentle figure of Uldren Sov rests, eyeing her with yearning. His ghostly fingers draw the silhouette of her body. His own body is ethereal, but it does not mean she cannot feel the intention as he brushes her skin.

On her other side, solid and warm, is Crow. His lips press against her bare shoulder, over and over, scattering petals of sweet kisses to her skin. Sometimes, it sends a delicate ripple of a shiver through Uldren’s memory, and the Guardian knows that the link he and Crow share is strong, allowing them to feel as one.

They are one.

The Guardian turns on her back and looks up at either man. Almost the same, yet not quite. Something about the hair. Something else about their eyes. Different smiles. One cocky and daring, the other sweet and unassuming. She used to share the nightmare of Uldren with Crow, but now they share a memory.

And she loves both all the same.

Following a bubble of emotions that expands in her chest, she kisses Crow. Uldren sighs at that, drawing nearer, while Crow engages her with his tongue. He is a gentle kisser, he likes to savour, he likes to please her and to make her respond with her very body.

And she does, a happy agitation settling in her lower body.

“I missed that,” Uldren whispers, his cold breath brushing against the Guardian’s ear. Her heart clenches tightly at his words, she kisses Crow harder, she kisses him for two.

Uldren moans, and it is perfect.

Their encounters have always felt more like a curse than anything else. Whatever feelings existed, they were muddled in the Darkness, entangled with anger and grief and hatred, but now they are unspooling it, separating the good and the painful, and leaving only that which was necessary.

Crow reaches out to her, she feels his hand carefully brush against her chest, slide down her waist, her hip.

Then between her legs, certain and confident. It is a memory and a man that touch her.

She blinks, turns to lie properly on her back again, with the man and the ghost of a man on either side of her. Crow’s golden eyes are focused on her gently, with only a touch of haze there as his own desire grows. But his touch is on her, teasing and taking care of her.

“Watch,” he says, resting his head against her shoulder, black hair falling against her skin. And she follows his advice, watching, as another hand, filled with light, joins him.

She cannot feel Uldren, but seeing his hand…

“Light…” the Guardian sighs, as they caress and rub her. She squirms, pleasure flowing through every nerve, arching her spine.

“Hush,” Uldren says with a little smile, that daring echo to his voice. “Let us take care of you.”

“What he said,” Crow agrees, kissing the Guardian on the cheek and pressing closer to her. His nose brushes against her face with affection, and it makes his touch only more pleasant.

A laugh like a sigh escapes from the Guardian, becoming a sweet moan. But she allows it to happen, resting on the bed, moving her legs to accommodate either man, so that they may do what they please.

When Crow’s fingers curl into her, first one, then another, she quickly loses that sensation of repose, and the feeling of “now” takes over.

“Slower, Crow,” Uldren advises, moving his ghostly hand to hover over her stomach, her sternum. “Take your time…”

The Guardian looks at him, reaching out to brush against the translucent curve of his face. He leans into it, eyes closing and opening slowly. His eyes she remembers so well, something that burned itself into her heart when she met Uldren for the first time.

She remembers them drowning in black as the Darkness extinguished the very gold from them.

“Stop thinking,” Uldren chastises her kindly. “I thought we were fucking you.”

“We are,” Crow laughs, too, working his fingers slightly deeper, curling them, making the Guardian turn her entire attention to where his hand works, and memories step back to let her have this moment.

Pleasure takes over once again, and Crow makes sure to get the Guardian to the very near edge, pulling his fingers out before she can follow through and come. Her body shivers in need and pleasure, her lips open up to whisper about need and to ask, but the ghost of a man and the man deny her, for now.

Crow moves, sparing Uldren a glance, before wrapping the Guardian’s legs around himself and taking her.

Three moans join together in the room.

The Guardian’s hand rests against the pillow, and a pale ghost of another slides over it, a phantom. Crow’s warm body moves against hers, thrusts of hips made confidently. Something of his own, something from a memory. His breath brushes against her ear, whines form at the back of his throat and become moans, matched ethereally by another voice, all the same.

The Guardian embraces him, making love with Crow and with Uldren all at the same time.

A drop of a tear sits in the corner of her eye, but it would not fall.

Her body shivers in an expected wave, her legs tighten around Crow. Uldren moves closer, if only she could feel his breath, feel the hotness of his mouth, but she is content with a brush of light against her cheek, encouraging her.

“Come for us,” he reassures her. “Come…”

And she does, losing voice for seconds, the thrum of her heart in her ears, her body tight and alive as pleasure moves through her.

The tear rolls down her temple and soaks into the pillow.

Crow, too, follows, coming in a gasp and a mess inside her. Uldren’s image shudders, a flash of red and gold in his eyes that roll. His body bucks slightly, and the Guardian watches as even a memory can be so strong, and so very present.

She reaches for him, one arm still wrapped around Crow whose chest rises and falls against her. Uldren rests against her, something new on his face, something that the Guardian has always wanted to see. Gentle confusion, and…

“Love,” Crow whispers to her, brushing his knuckles against the Guardian’s cheek.

Uldren’s lips press against her, ghostly, something she cannot feel, but wills herself to, to kiss the phantom of a man that some time ago was a starting point of something special that allowed her to find Crow, to love Crow.

And to be loved so deeply in return.

“Love…”

#destiny 2 #destiny 2 fanfiction #guardian x crow #crow x guardian x uldren #guardian x uldren sov #young wolf #the crow #uldren sov #fanfiction #driftcreates

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a-sweeter-solarsystem · 10 months

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I’ll be better than you.

ao3 may be down but I’m still gonna find ways to post my silly little writings >:(

Also managed to find the edited version that’s up on ao3 so I didn’t have to rely on my original draft!! Horrah!!

Side note that sign language is its own language! Any sign language depicted in this work is written in plain english both because I find it difficult to convey all the emotions and gestures in sign language into written english, and I'm still learning the language myself and don't want to accidentally mistranslate anything (；v；)

This work takes place during season of the haunted, shortly after the first attempt at severing his nightmare.

Crow's body felt heavy. The past weeks had taken a toll on everyone. Between the nightmares and the seemingly endless patrols on the leviathan, he felt almost like a spirit wandering aimlessly for its purpose. Commander Zavala had finally convinced him to rest. Cal as well. Hell, with how busy Crow had been he couldn’t even fathom what sorts of things Cal had been doing.

Cal passed out first. He had made himself comfortable hugging Crow's chest and resting his head over his heart. Crow held him, welcoming the warmth of his partner, but he couldn't find the willpower to join him in resting. His mind still stirred, strong emotions lingering.

He just wished he could sleep. Even if just for a little while.

Irritation clouded Crow's thoughts the moment he heard Uldren's voice from somewhere nearby. "Don't you ever worry about him?"

Don't you have anything better to do?

Crow kept the comment to himself, taking Eris' advice to ignore Uldren's torment. The nightmare walked out from the wall to his bedside. His former self smiled, scanning him and Cal as if looking for something to jab at. Crow instinctively placed a hand on Cal's back.

"He's so weak. And yet, oh so volatile. A dangerous combination, if you ask me."

Crow's jaw clenched. Uldren caught the gesture immediately, "Have you thought about what would happen if you lost him?"

"I'm not going to."

"And why is that?" Uldren seemed to lean closer. A twisted smile curling on the nightmare's lips, "Remembering what happened last time you lost someone?"

"That wasn’t…" Crow snapped his head to look Uldren in the eye. He corrected himself and spoke through gritted teeth, "I'm not you. I won't make the same mistakes you did."

"You say that now...But you forget how close he's already come to true death. One of these days-"

"ENOUGH!"

Crow shouted with his whole body. He didn't notice he had pushed hard against Cal's chest, jolting the younger hunter awake. Crow's focus remained on his nightmare, "Cal isn't going anywhere and neither am I! You might've been too weak to move on but I’m not. Stop trying to make me feel so alone."

A satisfied grin rested on Uldren's face. It disgusted Crow.

"LEAVE!"

Uldren faded into the darkness. Crow took a few deep breaths to calm his nerves. As the room and its sensations returned to him, he looked down and froze.

Cal was watching him, wide eyed, and scared. He was sat upright in front of him, tense and uneasy. He seemed to be holding his breath. Guilt pulled Crow's heart down to his gut.

"Cal I...I'm sorry I..."

Crow held up his hands defensively, but it made Cal flinch. He lowered them, choosing instead to only draw one hand close to his chest to sign an apology.

Crow waited and watch Cal slowly unravel himself. Hesitantly, Cal signed, "What was that?"

"Uldren" Crow signed a reply.

Cal looked briefly back to where he had seen Crow shouting and back. All that was there was the empty space of their bedroom. Crow added, "It was nothing...He was just trying to annoy me."

Cal’s brows furrowed and his eyes seemed softer. "What did he say?"

Crow laid back down, inviting Cal to do the same by shifting off to the side of the bed. "The usual. That I'm weak, that I killed people...he's very unoriginal" Crow lied with a weak smile.

Cal seemed unconvinced. His light green eyes studied Crow, watching his partner’s smile fade more and more. "Are you okay?"

Crow took a long look at his partner. He thought about Cal the first time they met. He was so scared. He looked starved, with dark circles of exhaustion and anxious glances every few seconds to see who was watching him. He had seen Cal grow the past year. Seen how much stronger he became. He learned to control both the light and darkness within him, helped fight countless enemies, and even showed him a thing or two about being a guardian.

He thought about himself, of where he started. Nameless at first, working for Spider and being treated like dirt. Being saved by others time and time again because they chose to look beyond his face and see who he truly was. He recalled the way Zavala used to look at him. Then remembered how even through the uncertainty Zavala still offered him a hand. That he still allowed him a place in the vanguard. And with that trust, others learned to trust him as well.

They, Cal and Crow, they were both forced to build themselves from the ground up. They lied. They fought. They survived. And they recovered. Even though the memories of their pasts haunt them, they’re here now. They’re alive. And they are a million times better now than they were back then.

"Yeah...I think so."

Cal finally joined him, keeping his nervous gaze on Crow’s hands in case there was anything else to say. He wrapped an arm around Cal's shoulder, resting his cheek against Cal’s head. No matter what Uldren said, he won't let it come between them.

#destiny #destiny crow #destiny uldren sov #uldren sov #destiny guardian #destiny guardian oc #guardian x crow #nightmare uldren sov #destiny 2 #destiny oc #destiny 2 fanfiction #destiny fanfiction #fanfiction #guardian oc #go back to work lukas #fr tho stay off ao3 until they get the site fixed jfaskdljfds #im glad i was able to yoink this cause I was worried they might have to reset at some point to fix the servers after the ddos :')

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kaz-identified · 8 months

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houseofmcallister presents

Almost (Sweet Music)

Pairing: Crow x Young Wolf , slight/implied Uldren Sov x Young Wolf

Category: One-Shot

Genre: Angst, Hurt/Comfort

Rating: 13+

Warnings: No major warnings apply

Word Count: 926

Summary: I’m almost me again, he’s almost you…

name faolan and she/her pronouns used for young wolf, in accordance with old mcallister fics.

author's note: this fic hinges on my deeply held belief that the young wolf and uldren were friends. also hozier inspired so like yay pain.

I laugh like me again, she laughs like you.

Crow is quiet when she approaches. Her eyes are concerned. It's rare to see Faolan without her helmet. It's even rarer to see her look this... disheveled. Her eyes, normally so bright and full of light, eyes like a stormy sky, are downcast, dark. The only light in her eyes was the Void twinning around her pupil, granting her a second sight, Truesight, she calls it.

She falls down on the bench beside him. Her hair is a mess, dirt and gunsmoke smudge her face.The white X across her face, her beloved warpaint, has been rubbed off in places. She's really out of it. The Nightmares took a real toll on her, huh? Maybe now isn't the time to do this... maybe another ti-

"The nightmare- he's wrong, by the way. I don't blame you for what he did."

OK, so they're doing this now.

"I- didn't think he was right..." Crow says quietly. "Don't lie to me, birdbrain," she looks up at him. God, she looks so tired. There's a triumphant glint in her eyes but she looks exhausted. "You're bad at it. Uldren was too," she chuckles. He flinches the smallest bit, but stops himself from making any visible reaction. Uldren was her friend, she's speaking of him fondly right now... he doesn't want to interrupt that. Some other perspective of who he was, a perspective that isn't how he was a murderer.

"He was?" Crow questions, his tone the kind you use for a scared animal, trying not to scare off this chance for information. Faolan swipes at the bridge of her nose, wiping away some gunpowder. "Oh yeah. Big time. He could keep secrets so well but that pride of his made it so he couldn't lie well. You could always tell, he'd grit his teeth a little bit." She smiles at the memory. Crow smiles at her smiling. "What was I- he... like? Outside of... you know." Faolan sighs. "You don't wanna know about that, Crow. You have the memories. You know what he was like." Crow shakes his head. "I don't want to know how he perceived himself I... I wanna know what he was actually like." Faolan lets out another sigh, a deeper one, and looks up at him. "He was a bastard. There's no two ways around it. Uldren Sov was, pardon my language, he was a cunt. He was a smug motherfucker that thought he knew best and everyone else was a little stupid. He was kinda right about that... as far as it went with me."

"You? Stupid?" He asks, laughing a bit.

"I was a New Light! Greener then you. Real wet behind the ears. Uldren liked to make fun of me for that, but I learned a lot from him. When he wasn't being a piece of shit he was-" she cuts herself off, looking down.

"He was..?" Crow prompts. "He was my friend," Faolan says, quietly, almost... almost reverent. "I trusted him. I looked up to him a bit, I won't lie to you," she says with a half-laugh. Crow looks at her in shock. He had thought she would have hated him. "Hunting him was... the hardest thing I've ever had to do." She finally meets his gaze. She looks like she's on the brink of tears. "Losing Cayde was the worst day of my life. But having to kill my friend? I don't think I'll ever do anything worse than that..." she barely even whispers it.

Crow resists the urge to wipe her tears from her face, it hurts him to see her like this. She should never cry, it's like seeing the sun be blotted out, its horrifying. She should always be smiling and joyful, always be able to be grinning and cracking jokes. He hopes he never sees this again, hopes she never feels anything that makes her cry again, she deserves to be joyful forever.

"I don't... I don't blame him for what happened," she says, finally looking up, wiping away at her own tears. "He wasn't himself, Riven got her claws in him. My Uldren would've said something other than bullshit when I shot him," she says with a choked laughing sob. Crow feels his heart stop for a second. 'My Uldren'... he knows she means nothing by it, nothing besides to say the man she knew but... some part of him, some part of him that holds Uldren's memories feels something intense when she says that.

She looks down at her hands. "You remind me of him, how he was when we were in the field. When he wasn't being a jackass." She looks up at him and smiles so softly. "You aren't the same person, not at all but... you have his face and you have the heart he tried to pretend he didn't have. That means something." She rests her head against the wall, smiling at the ceiling. "It's nice to know that... you're not him but, the best parts of him are still here, in you. The parts I-" she cuts herself off, yawning. "The parts you...?" Crow asks. "The parts of him I respected." She answers. She smiles at him. "You're like... what he could've been." Crow smiles back. "You think so?" She rests her head against the wall again. "I know so. And I think you do too. Now can we be quiet for a bit? I am... so tired." "Of course, of course," he says, hushing himself. "Sleep well, Old Light." "Shut up, Birdbrain," she mumbles, but she's smiling.

i was listening to the torture dance song while formatting this there are now two songs associated with this fic and only one of them makes sense.

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#destiny the game #destiny fanfic #crow x guardian #crow x young wolf #destiny 2 fanfic #hurt/comfort #dtg fic #fanfic #oneshot #crow x the young wolf #d2 fic #destiny fanfiction #angst #the crow #crow #the young wolf #uldren sov #uldren sov x guardian

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crow-posting · 25 days

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My response to this post is not gonna fit in the comments or tags, so I'm making my own post about it. Apologies in advance for the spam.

Technically speaking, Uldren Sov and Crow are two different characters. Guardians are not the person they were before they were resurrected, regardless of what name they go by (Ana Bray) or what memories they have access to (Himura Shinobu, Crow). This is the stance of [most] in-game characters and Destiny's developers.

("But characters get resurrected all the time!" There is some indication that the Light changes Guardians on a molecular level, so in addition to new personalities, idiosyncrasies, and a general lack of pre-resurrection memories, Guardians also have DNA that's distinct from their past selves. This makes them a "new" person rather than a "renewed" one.)

So even though the poll treats Uldren and Crow as one person, I'm going to answer as if it were two.

Uldren Sov

Personally I despise Uldren and I think he 100% deserves all the hate he gets. He was arrogant, disparaging, and as manipulative as his sister. In the Forsaken DLC and beyond, we [Destiny players] learn why he was the way he was, but I don't empathize with him and I don't think that lore should be used to justify his cruelty.

Crow

Crow got the Zuko treatment imo. He's been pushed around, humbled, has tried to make up for Uldren's actions/mistakes and is also trying to be a better person than Uldren was. But I do understand the hate he gets, as not everyone agrees with how his "redemption arc" is being handled. Personally I think Crow is an absolute cinnamon roll and is a reflection of who Uldren would've been if he'd chosen a better path. He also makes a decent sidekick for The Guardian (which, ironically, was the original concept for his character).

I will not be taking arguments btw. So if you say something like "Ackchyually Uldren was [x] due to [y]," or "Crow shouldn't have nice things bc Cayde-6 😠," I will simply ignore you. You're entitled to your opinions; I'm entitled to mine.

#tl;dr: my opinions ≠ my OCs' opinions *BUT* just like my Young Wolf I would hug Crow and punt Uldren into the sun #also gonna write a post on resurrection in D2 vs. resurrection in other media bc I think it's interesting #destiny the game #destiny 2 #destiny crow #uldren sov #destiny awoken #crow-posting

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zephyrdagonheart · 8 months

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I was trying to be normal about my OC x Canon stuff for Destiny but I just stayed up until 4:30am this morning drawing angst of my Uldren Sov x pre-risen Guardian ship so now I'm fighting back the flood but God didn't warn me to make a giant boat so if you see The Crow x Guardian or Eris Morn x Guardian on my page within the next couple days that's because I drowned in the flood or just decided to let the current take me. 💅✨

#destiny 2 #destiny #destiny the game #its a losing battle #but in a good way

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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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criticofallthings · 11 months

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5:37am EST its been a damn hot minute (more like a couple of years prolly) anyway cant sleep wont sleep dont sleep I'm thinking back to a time where seasonal content was interesting with the spoicy lore drops. Also angst because why not since the Guardian x Crow ship cannonically sunk 😩 idk what a title is and no beta test readers so typos & issues abound, dont be a dick if u want me to fix it tho. This one kinda picks up waaaaay down the road from the other one I did about these two???

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"Uldren Sov, Awoken Prince."

"Brother. To the Queen."

The titles fly out with cold dissociation. Crow pauses a moment, unable to meet the Guardian's gaze. He speaks another, vehemently, his voice quaking with furious emotion:

"Murderer."

The Guardian watches, unable to speak words of solace, knowing there is none that they can say. It tears at them, rips into their gut, to see Crow like this...to know they have no right to console him. To know just how fragile this simmering warmth that had hatched between them through the Wrathborn Hunts and Hawkmoon, truly is. The Guardian had reconciled with Crow's past, they know that Crow is not him, the two are different men...but how would Crow feel about it all?

What does it feel like to suddenly know that you have kissed the lips of your past self's killer? To know that body you enjoy waking up next to was once the same body hunting you down for revenge? That the hands that caressed his face so gently this morning, yesterday could have been wrung around his neck until it snapped like dry firewood beneath an axe?

The Guardian is stone, signs of life only showing by the whitening of their knuckles, tightly clenched into fists at their side. Crow shifts awkwardly and the Guardian's heart squeezes, breath hitching as they see Crow slowly turn to look them in the eye. At first his expression was unreadable, but then he spoke, voice low and hissed: darkened by what he felt but did not show.

"And you," his voice trembles with effort, hands moving to gesture at the Guardian "you, YOU knew everything!"

The Guardian takes a half step back, Crow's sudden outburst unexpected and deeply piercing. Hurt lines the corner of the Guardian's eyes and in shame they cannot maintain Crow's burning gaze.

"Just...how could you??" Crow's voice returns to a whisper, trailing into a choked back sob. "You, I-I-how could you...?"

The Guardian raises their head to look at Crow, they see him half extending a hand out to them. Palm upwards, pleading, his face contorting with anger and disgust, grief and wholly heartbroken. When be speaks, its barely above a stuttering whisper:

"I-he, no m-me...I've hurt you so much."

Time trails on, mere seconds but now an eternity. The Guardian can't respond, they dont know what they could do here, if there's anything to be said. Their own lack of words frustrates them and the Guardian can only moreosely return Crow's gaze. He breaks it off and turns his face away, half of it fully obscured in the dark shadows of his hood and the other half sharply illuminated by the Helm's lights.

"I'm sorry."

It was spoken gently, cautiously, as if the Guardian was the one who had been suffering. They take a tentative towards Crow, still trying to find a remedy dor the situation. But before they can begin to speak or draw closer, Crow withdraws.

The coil around the Guardian's heart constricts ever tighter and they find themselves rooted in place once more.

"I...I understand. I don't think I would have told me either." A heavy sigh causes his shoulders to rise and fall, curving inwards, instinctively protective of himself. Crows looks up at the Guardian once again, seemingly shruken and by far the most uncertain the Guardian has ever seen him as.

"I need to get out of here." Crow's voice is slow and trembles slightly, still just barely more than a whisper.

"I'm afraid...of who I used to be." Discomfort and fear linger in his next words and Crow must look away to say them.

"That he'll come back somehow...that somewhere deep inside, you do too."

Crow tugs on his hood, covering his eyes, turning to walk away from the Guardian. They reach out to him, heart racing anxiously, trembling slightly as they realized what Crow was preparing to do.

"I need to get out here. I need to get as far away from her as possible. Somewhere I know my choices are my own."

The Guardian's fingertips barely graze the edges of Crow's cloak as he transmats out. The Helm is woefully quiet as the sounds of the transmat firing fade into the low mechnical background noise of the ship.

"I'm sorry." [please stay]

Without Crow in the Helm, no one is around to hear the Guardian's whispered apology or try to figure out their innermost thoughts. And no one at all would hear their anguished cries.

#angst #destiny crow #destiny 2 season of the lost #the guardian #this is not a happy story #what is a happy ending #big sads #depression?#aoc #fanfic #destiny 2 #d2 fanfic #guardian x crow #except not really #canonically #just friends #and i hate it #reblog if u enjoyed #pretty pls

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