If I Had A Heart [Destiny] {Cayde-6/Reader}

Hiding Underneath the Sheets

OW Hazard x Reader (Slight spice at the end)

A/N: I wanted to do a lil comfy fic again but with a hint of spice at the end to test the waters (I’m still not ready to write smut)

Summary: You have sometime for yourself at the hideout but turns out your not alone

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The Phreaks’ lair had a strange kind of charm: a mix of grunge, neon lights, and chaos that only a group like them could pull off. Tonight, it was unusually quiet. The others had decided to hit up some underground party downtown, leaving you in the lair by yourself. You’d stayed behind, citing the bitter chill of the evening as your excuse. Wrapped in layers of blankets on the oversized couch in the living room, you had everything you needed—a steaming mug of cocoa and the lair’s giant projector playing your favorite movie.

You were so absorbed in the flickering images on the screen that you didn’t notice the soft footsteps behind you. A low chuckle broke the silence, sending a jolt through you.

“Didn’t think anyone else was stayin’ in” Hazard’s voice drawled, thick with his Scottish accent.

You turned, meeting his sharp, brown eyes. He stood there with his signature cocky smirk, hands stuffed into the pockets of his gray sweatpants. The dim neon lights from the lair’s decor highlighted his messy blonde hair. You had no idea he hadn’t gone with the others.

“Could say the same about you” you replied, trying to keep your voice steady. “Didn’t think you were the type to skip a party.”

Hazard shrugged, plopping down onto the couch next to you, much closer than you expected. “Wasn’t feelin’ it. Guess I’m nae the only one in hermit mode tonight, eh?” He grabbed a blanket corner and tugged it over his legs without asking. You rolled your eyes but didn’t protest.

The two of you sat in companionable silence for a while, the movie’s glow casting soft shadows on his face. You could feel his presence, almost too aware of the way he lounged—completely at ease, like he owned the place. Not that he didn’t; Hazard had a way of dominating any space he was in.

As the movie’s credits rolled, Hazard shifted, resting an elbow on the back of the couch to face you. “So, what’s yer deal, anyway? Thought ye’d be out there tearin’ it up with the rest of ‘em.”

“Not really my vibe tonight” you said with a shrug. “Besides, it’s freezing outside.”

Hazard’s smirk widened. “Ye’re one of those folk who’d rather cocoon up than brave a wee bit o’ frostbite, huh?”

“Absolutely” you shot back. “Some of us like bein’ comfortable.”

“Comfortable’s overrated” he said, leanin’ a bit closer. “But I’ll give ye points for the blanket fortress. That’s dedication.”

“Thanks…?” You eyed him suspiciously. He had that look on his face—the one that meant he was about to stir up trouble. And sure enough, he leaned back and stuck out his tongue, flashing something you’d never noticed before. Was that... a tattoo?

“Wait, what’s that?” you asked, leanin’ forward to get a better look.

Hazard’s grin turned downright wicked. “Oh, this?” He stuck his tongue out again,showing off a small, intricate design inked on the surface. It was hard to make out, but it looked like some kind of stylized spiked… skull?

“You have a tattoo on your tongue?” you said, incredulous. “Who does that?”

“Cool folk” he shot back, clearly amused by your reaction. “Bet ye’ve never seen one up close before.”

You snorted, trying to act unimpressed. “And here I thought you couldn’t get more ridiculous.”

Hazard’s eyes narrowed playfully, his smirk turning into something more mischievous. “Careful” he said, leaning closer until his face was just a breath away. “Ye keep lookin’ at me like that, an’ I might think ye’re interested.”

You could feel your face heatin’ up, and before you could stop yourself, you ducked under the covers. “Nope! Nope! Nope! Nope!” you mumbled, yer voice muffled by the blankets.

Hazard’s laughter rang out, low and teasing. “Hidin’ now? C’mon, don’t tell me I’ve embarrassed ye.”

“I’m not embarrassed!” you shot back, peeking out just enough to glare at him.

“Sure ye’re nae” he said, his grin widening. Then, with an exaggerated sigh, he shifted closer and grabbed the edge of your blankets. “Guess I’ll hae to come in an’ get ye out myself.”

“Wait, what—” Before you could protest, Hazard slipped under the blankets, his movements swift and deliberate. You tried to squirm away, but the couch didn’t give you much room to escape. In the chaos, you ended up flat on your back, Hazard loom—no, wait—looming over you, one arm braced on either side of your head.

“Caught ya” he teased, his voice low and smug. He was so close you could see the faint freckles on his nose, the sharp glint in his eyes. His cocky grin was firmly in place, but as the seconds ticked by, his gaze flickered down to your face—and froze.

Your cheeks were burning your wide eyes staring up at him in shock. Hazard’s smirk faltered, his usual confidence replaced by something uncertain as he seemed to realize the position you were in. His body was pressed against yours, his face just inches away.

For a moment, neither of you moved. Then, Hazard’s grin returned, softer this time, as his gaze lingered on your lips. “Y’know” he murmured, his voice low and warm, “Ye make it really hard to stay outta trouble.”

Before you could process his words, Hazard closed the distance between you. His lips crashed onto yours in a kiss that was surprisingly gentle, though there was an undeniable hunger behind it. The taste of him was electric, sending a rush through you that left your breath shaky.

Just as you thought he might pull back, his lips began to trail down the side of your neck, slowly, deliberately, pressin’ soft, lingering kisses against your skin. You gasped, your breath hitching at the sensation, and you felt a shiver run down your spine as he continued, his lips warm and teasing against your throat. His kisses were soft at first, almost like a whisper against your skin, but then, they grew more insistent, the touch of his lips making you whimper involuntarily.

Hazard chuckled low in his throat, the sound vibrating against your neck as he kissed his way down further. “Ye’re nae gettin’ away that easy”

His eyes locked onto yours again, a smug, satisfied grin tugging at his lips. “Guess I’m nae the only one stayin’ in tonight after all.”

You were too stunned to reply, your heart hammering in yer chest, as you stared up at him, flushed and trembling from the kiss. Hazard chuckled, brushin’ a strand of hair from your face. “Don’t go hidin’ under the blankets again” he teased softly. “I might just have to chase ye all over again.”

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You didn’t remember falling asleep, but the warmth of the blankets and the lingering haze of Hazard’s presence must have lulled you into slumber. When you woke up, Hazard was still sleeping on the couch, next to you. The neon glow of the lair cast faint colors across the room, and the faint hum of machinery filled the silence. Stretching and rubbing the sleep from your eyes, you wrapped a blanket around yourself and shuffled toward the kitchen, craving something to drink.

Boomslang was already there, leaning against the counter and nursing a mug of tea. Her dark curls were tied back loosely, and her sharp, inquisitive eyes flicked toward you as you entered.

“Morning, sleepyhead” she greeted, her Scottish brogue softer than Hazard’s but still distinct. “Didn’t expect tae see anyone else up this late.”

You mumbled something incomprehensible in reply, too focused on rummaging through the cabinets for a mug. You could feel Boomslang’s eyes on you, sharp as always, as you moved around the kitchen.

When you finally turned to lean against the counter, sipping your drink, her gaze narrowed. Her head tilted slightly, a knowing smirk curling her lips. “You’ve got somethin’ on your neck.”

“Wha—” You froze mid-sip, nearly choking on your drink. “What do you mean?”

“Come here” she said, setting her mug down and motioning for you to step closer. Reluctantly, you obeyed, and she reached out, tilting your head to the side to get a better look. Her smirk deepened as her fingers brushed just below your jaw, right over the faint sting of skin that felt far too sensitive.

“Well, well,” Boomslang drawled, her tone laced with amusement. “Looks like someone had a bit of fun last night. Bite marks and hickeys, huh? Dident know ye were the type tae let Hazard sink his teeth in.”

Your face went hot, and you pulled away, covering your neck with your hand. “It’s not—it’s nothing!”

Boomslang raised an eyebrow, clearly unconvinced. “Nothin’ huh? You want to explain why you look like you went a round or two with a hungry wolf? Or do I have to guess?”

You groaned, turning away to hide your face. “He’s such a menace” you muttered under your breath, more to yourself than to her.

Boomslang snorted, clearly enjoying your embarrassment. “But seems like you didn’t mind too much, judgin’ by how your blushing to your ears.”

You groaned again, hiding your face behind your mug. “Not a word to anyone” you warned, your voice muffled.

Boomslang laughed, the sound rich and teasing. “My lips are sealed. For now. But you might want to invest in a scarf. Or explain to the rest of the crew why Hazard’s marked you up like his favorite chew toy.”

Her teasing lingered in the air as she sauntered out of the kitchen, leaving you to stew in your flustered thoughts—and the undeniable evidence on your neck.

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You were still trying to process Boomslang’s teasing as you stood in the kitchen, sipping your drink and hoping the heat in your cheeks would fade. The last hing you expected was for Hazard to stroll in, his usual cocky swagger softened by the grogginess of just waking up. His eyes found you immediately, and he gave you a lazy grin.

“Mornin’, sunshine” he drawled, his voice rough from sleep. He raked a hand through his messy blonde hair as he made his way to the counter, grabbing a glass. “Thought ye’d still be curled up oan the couch. Ye move quick.”

You swallowed hard, keeping your gaze firmly on your drink. “Needed something to wake me up” you muttered.

Hazard leaned back against the counter, glass in hand, and gave you a slow once-over. His grin widened as his eyes landed on your neck. “Well, whit d’ye ken?” he said, his tone thick with teasing. “Looks like I left a wee bit o’ evidence, aye?”

Your cheeks burned as you tugged the blanket tighter around your shoulders, glaring at him. “You think?”

He chuckled, pushing off the counter and stepping closer. “Couldn’t help masel’, love” he said, voice lowering with that familiar mischievous lilt. “Ye looked too good no tae leave ma mark.”

You tried to stay composed, but the memory of his lips trailing along your neck sent a shiver down your spine. “You’re unbelievable” you muttered, but the heat in your voice betrayed you.

Hazard’s smirk softened, his mismatched eyes locking on yours. “Aye, but ye didnae mind, did ye?” He brushed his fingers lightly over your neck, tracing one of the marks. “Did it hurt, love?”

You hesitated, the ghost of his touch making your skin tingle. “Not exactly” you admitted quietly.

“Good” he murmured, his tone gentler now, but still laced with his usual charm. “I’d hate tae think I did somethin’ ye didnae enjoy.”

Before you could reply, his grin turned devilish again, his voice taking on that familiar cocky edge. “Y’know,” he said, leaning in close enough that you could feel the heat of him “I reckon ye wear ma handiwork pretty well. Suits ye.”

You swatted his hand away, cheeks flaming as you tried to maintain your composure.

Hazard chuckled “Well, then” he said, gesturing toward your neck with his hand “guess I’ll just need tae work harder, won’t I? But for what it’s worth, love, I think I’m off to a pretty decent start.”

You groaned, hiding your face in your hands, as Hazard’s deep laugh echoed through the room, leaving you flustered and far too aware of the marks he’d left behind.

so, he's a cyborg right? what if the certain fleshy tissue near certain areas where his implants and cyberbits are very *very* sensitive? sensitive in a way he shivers or jolts when it's touched? like say, his nape?? teehee

Ticklish Bear

Hazard x Reader

A/N: AAUUGGHH I LOVE THE WAY THAT YOU THINK (WHY DIDENT I THINK THAT THIS COULDVE WORKED IN SO MANY SCENARIOS)

Summary: Hazard just wants to tune his guitar…

The dim glow of the city lights filtered through the window as you sat beside Hazard on the floor of his small apartment. A half-empty bottle of whiskey rested on the table nearby, his idea of a “relaxing night.” He was leaned back against the couch, his guitar balanced across his lap, fingers absently picking out a haunting melody that seemed to match the low hum of the world outside.

You watched him silently, captivated by the way his hands moved—so sure, so precise. His cybernetic fingers glinted faintly in the light, but it was the smooth transition from flesh to metal at his neck that caught your eye. Right at the base of his skull, just beneath the implants, there was a sliver of exposed skin that seemed softer than the rest of him.

“You’re starin” he said without looking up, his Scottish accent pulling you from your thoughts.

“Maybe I am” you admitted, leaning a little closer.

“Careful” he muttered, his lips quirking into a faint smirk. “Ye keep lookin’ at me like that, and I might think ye’ve got plans.”

“Maybe I do” you shot back, voice light with mischief.

He chuckled under his breath but kept playing, the gentle melody filling the space between you. Emboldened by the moment, you reached out and lightly brushed your fingers against the nape of his neck, where flesh met cybernetics.

The reaction was immediate. His entire body stiffened, and his hand froze mid-strum. A sharp inhale escaped him, followed by a muttered, “Christ!.” He twisted to look at you, his glowing eyes narrowing.

“What the hell was that?” he asked, his voice tight, the faintest edge of a tremor betraying him.

“What was what?” you replied innocently, though you couldn’t stop the grin forming on your lips.

“Dinnae play dumb wi’ me” he said, rubbing the back of his neck with his cybernetic hand, careful to avoid the spot you’d touched. “Ye know exactly whit ye did.”

“I barely touched you” you said, scooting closer.

“That’s the problem” he muttered, shifting uncomfortably. “It’s—ach, it’s just sensitive there, alright?”

“Sensitive how?” you asked, curiosity sparking as you leaned in.

“Sensitive like—don’t bloody touch it again” he grumbled, though the faint flush creeping up his neck was impossible to miss.

You didn’t listen, of course. Reaching out, you brushed your fingers over the spot again, lighter this time. His reaction was immediate—he shivered, his shoulders jerking as a muffled curse escaped him.

“Are you ticklish?” you asked, your grin widening.

He shot you a glare that could’ve melted steel. “I’m no’ ticklish” he growled, though the pink blooming on his face told another story.

“You’re definitely ticklish” you teased, leaning closer.

“Touch me there again, and I’ll—”

“You’ll what?”

Hazard sighed, letting go of your wrist, but only to grab his guitar and set it on the table behind him. “Keep pushin’ yer luck, lass, and I’ll show ye squirm” he muttered, his voice low and teasing now.

“Is that a threat or a promise?” you asked, your grin widening as you inched closer to him.

He raised an eyebrow at you, his glowing eyes narrowing. “It’s a bloody guarantee” he said, and before you could react, his hands—both flesh and metal—moved toward your sides.

You squealed as his fingers dug lightly into your ribs, tickling you relentlessly. “H-Hazard! Stop!” you gasped, squirming and laughing uncontrollably as you tried to wiggle away.

“Ye wanted tae play, aye?” he said, his tone smug as he continued. “We’ll see how ye like it.”

“Okay, okay, I give up!” you cried, breathless from laughter.

He finally stopped, leaning back with a satisfied smirk. “That’s what I thought.”

You glared at him half-heartedly, still catching your breath. “You’re evil.”

“Aye” he said, his grin widening. “But ye love me anyway.”

You rolled your eyes, but you couldn’t help smiling. “You’re lucky you’re cute.”

He chuckled, reaching for the whiskey bottle and taking a swig. “Damn right I am.”

“The only bed worth sleeping’s the one right next to you” -cold cold man, Saint Motel. for @usedbandaid

High key this is one of my favourite songs ever and every time I listen to it I can’t help but think of Hades, so here I am a year and a half later finally making this. I know this is really rough looking but I did learn a lot from making this- since I’ve never really attempted a project quite to this scale before.

Transformers Animated: human au! Look at these bois.

or more likely, my interpretation of their human selves.

“He’ll always be with you”

“I know, but he’s still not really here.”

Its been a whole frigging year. I’m gonna go cry. i fucking hate doing backgrounds

Smol Destiny squad part 1.

Insomniatic - River Ward x Fem V! Reader

tags: comfort, insomnia, bad dreams, more comfort (did I mention the comfort yet?)

word count: 805

synopsis: V has a bad dream, one that makes her scared for her future with River. River, ever the optimist, assures her of a different outcome.

a/n: i literally wrote this instead of sleeping. i wanted to make it nsfw but omg, i just wanted this comfort and by-river, i've got it now it's time for bed again.

You were awake. Fuck, of course you were awake. Like a sleep-deprived demon, you peeled yourself up from River's bed by your knees. Your back stretched long, your feet kicking away your share of the sheets.

You braced your hands out under your pillow, releasing a long-uncomfortable groan as you finally stiffened upright to rest on your thighs.

You pulled the sleeves of River's long-sleeve shirt up to your elbows before forcing your hair from your face. River was quiet next to you, sleeping on his side. Still facing where you were lying.

"Whats'a matter, V?" Johnny asked from his perch at River's windowsill. "You come to your senses?"

You shook your head, trying to move lightly in the shared bed. "No, uh, I had a bad dream."

You folded your hand to your face, rubbed at the edges of your eyes then forehead, hoping to remind your body how tired you were.

"About the cop, right? 'Cause I'll remind you, he's right next to you." Johnny tried to quip but you dropped your hand to your lap and glared at him with a deadened stare.

"Alright, sheesh. Somebody's not a midnight person." Johnny raised his hands to admit defeat then disappeared with another squeeze of your eyes.

"V," River groaned out, snaking his beefy arm over your waist. "What's wrong?"

You glanced down at River, who was slowly waking to sit up. "Aw, Riv, I'm sorry...I-I couldn't sleep."

River released a tired noise from his throat, his free hand going to rub at his cybernetic eye. Then his hand slipped easily down your back, tracing your spine.

"If you can't sleep, I can't sleep," River tried, though you were sure if you'd slipped out of bed, he wouldn't have noticed.

"That's not true," you snided with a tired smirk, "You were sleeping soundly a second ago."

River returned your worn smile, resting his lips to your shoulder. "I was hoping to pull you into me, hold you a while."

You rolled your head with another groan, your body warring with your tired mind. The warmth from his lips wafted through the fabric and melted into your skin.

"You have a bad dream?" He asked, his hand on your waist pulling you closer to him.

You slowly formed to his hard body, his lips tracing up to your ear. You tried at a nod, a noise escaping your mouth that spurred River to continue enveloping you.

"Tell me about it?" River whispered into your ear, his hand at your waist curling into your hip and slowly lowering your back to bed.

You blinked slower and slower, finding your head against the pillow again. "I...I woke up, cured but I couldn't find you," you admitted, staring across the room to your reflection before focusing on River.

You turned in his hold, stared up at his chiseled face before touching softly at his stubbled chin. You tried to explain away your feelings, push him away but you couldn't help the watering of your eyes.

"Aww, V," River cooed, his voice a deep grit. "It's okay, I'm right here."

But that wasn't what you were upset with now. Now you were thinking about the morning River would wake up and you weren't there. That it'd be a husk, just full of remnants of yourself but replaced with Silverhand.

"I know," you tried, shutting your eyes and turning your head. "It's stupid."

"It's not," River leaned in, kissing your cheek. "I'm not going anywhere. And you're not going anywhere."

You shook your head lightly, "You can't guarantee that."

River leaned in, resting his forehead to yours, his body to yours. "I can't, but I will be there for you until I can guarantee it."

You hummed, nudging your nose to his, crossing your eyes while you stared into his.

Your eyes tempted to close then, feeling consumed by the comforting weight and warmth of River. He dropped his head from yours, rolling you onto your side to face him.

He carefully crossed his arm under your neck, pulling you closer before draping your leg over his hip like you often did in your sleep.

"Get comfortable on me," River soothed, tanging his fingers in your hair with the gentle massage of your scalp. "I'll keep bad dreams away."

You scoffed tiredly, almost amused by his attempt of dream catching. "River--"

River ran a careful hand up and down your thigh, easing you into a further comfort. Your eyes tried to stay open then, feeling his arm cross behind your back and press you just a little bit closer to him.

You melded into him like a puzzle piece, your eyes finally closing to ease you off to sleep.

"I love you, V," River whispered into your hairline, curling his fingers in soft circles along the small of your back.

Hello folks and on today's episode of I complain about Overwatch Lore, may I present Gabriel Reyes' son?!

And his freaking wife????

We're introduced to them during the 'Code or Violence' short story and we don't really get to know much about them, other than they met after the Omnic crisis and she found another partner after Gabriel Reyes was pressured dead.

They mention a 6 year old son in the short story and that has to be the kid in the picture, no doubt.

But it bring to question, when was he referencing his sons sixth birthday? How many years before Overwatch was disbanded was that? Presuming it was the last one before Overwatch disbanded he was be 11 in the current Overwatch timeline. Why have we heard nothing about a little Reyes running around in the world? Why are there NO in game voice lines about his son?? Or wife????

And his wife! How did they meet? When were they married? How long were they together? Does she still mourn him and want him back or has she accepted things and moved on with her new partner?

Give me more Blizzard I beg 😮‍💨😮‍💨

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.

🍂PARENTHOOD: SLEEP🍂 . Since a lot of people were asking for toxin to make an apearence 😊

So have a sweet toxin story.

(NOTE: this does not follow the actual comic books. This is just an Alternative universe 😊)