There should be one night a year like the purge except it’s Superman coming to Gotham and clearing out as many criminals as he can. He only gets the 1 day a year. 24 hours to do everything he can. Bruce hates it.
If I had a nickel for every time I shipped the hell out of a tension-ridden dynamic between an emotionally damaged, badass redhead with green eyes and her blonde, blue-eyed himbo love interest, I’d have two nickels, which isn’t a lot but it’s weird that it happened twice
Summary: My Guardian Lapis Lazuli (female human Titan) and her Ghost Mistral take Crow on a field trip and help him understand how to reconcile with the past.
“Where are we going?”
Lapis had piloted her ship to Earth, far away from the Dead Zone he was used to scoping out. Landing in a ruined building she opened the hold and walked out, Crow and Glint behind her. “We want to show you something. It’s nearby.” Mistral said as he appeared and Lapis smiled. She was carrying a basket but had refused to let Crow see inside. Walking down an overgrown path she led him deep into the ruins of what must have once been a large city.
Remaining silent Lapis took Crow’s hand as they moved outside again, past a long trail of trees and broken cars when they came to one and stopped. Silently Crow watched as she knelt down and began taking things out of the basket. The first were candles. Lighting them one by one with a spark of light she placed them in front of her before going back to the basket and taking out an incense holder. Though it was battered he could see it was well cared for; the stone it was hewn from had been meticulously polished.
Lighting a stick of incense, the smell surrounded the two Guardians for a while before she placed it in the holder. “Please, kneel with me.” Lapis finally said and carefully Crow mimicked her, kneeling at her side. “Why are we here?” He asked softly. Lapis let out a slow breath, her eyes distant. “This is where I was risen. Mistral found me here.”
“…You rose here?” This time it was Glint who appeared. Mistral whirred into being and settled on a nearby bush, watching his Guardian. “This is where we first met. I still remember the first word you said to me.” He commented and Lapis smiled. “I called you beautiful.”
Finally meeting Crow’s eyes she gestured to the car in front of them. “I come here sometimes to pay homage to the one who came before me.” As she said that Crow suddenly understood. Glint moved closer, wary of the candles. “…You come here because of the person you were?”
“Before you ask, I don’t know who they were. For all I know they could have done terrible things…but they gave me a great gift. If they had not died I would not be born. I owe them my existence and for that reason I honour their memory.” Lapis said and closed her eyes. Clapping her hands three times she bowed her head, lowered it to the ground and then rose back.
Turning her head to Crow she smiled. “Whatever that person in the past did, remember they are not you. The only debt you owe them is to live a kind and fair life.” Nodding to Mistral the Ghost floated nearer and nudged Glint. “…We all decided that you deserve to know who that man was.” Mistral said.
As they sat in the sunshine Crow never realised how grateful he was to the two Ghosts and Guardian who had accepted him. Glint sat in his lap humming gently while, with a gentle voice Lapis explained what had happened.
“The man’s name was Uldren Sov, brother to Queen Mara Sov. When his sister was killed by the Taken King he crashed on Mars and fell under the thrall of the darkness. Desperation drove him to destroy the Awoken people, murder the beloved Hunter Vanguard and even create the Scorn. A group of Guardians hunted him down and killed him.” Lapis paused for a moment, taking a breath as Crow processed all this. “Did…did you know him?” He finally asked and Lapis shook her head.
“I knew of him. From what I had seen he was a kind man, carefree and almost too smart for his own good. He wanted to be loved…and it was something that drove him to lose his life.” Mistral cut in then, sensing Lapis’ pain. “Uldren was a good man forced into a bad situation. While it doesn’t excuse what he did it is an explanation for it.” He said and Crow sighed slowly.
“Thank you. I-” He broke off when Lapis grasped his arm to steady him. He smiled slightly at her. “Do you think that we could pray for him too?” He asked and Lapis nodded. “Sure, let’s go.”
people on here give yoda a lot of shit and say that he was a bad mentor but i’d like to contest that Yoda is and has always been cool as hell and the real problem was that in the days of the Republic he was forced into a shitty managerial position, where he had to worry about paperwork and massive unauthorized clone orders and vetting chosen ones and shit like that when really all he wanted all along was to be a delightfully shitty impish little grandpa living in a hut giving cryptic advice to teenagers
Like remember that episode of the Clone Wars where the jedi council finally tries to put yoda in a retirement home because he starts talking to Qui Gon’s ghost and yoda calls anakin over like “hmmm…. friends, we are, young skywalker. help me escape this silly place, you must. in it for you, a handful of Werther’s Originals is” like that’s who Yoda is, at his core, and the stifling weight of Force monk bureaucracy took that away from him
Hand to god if all of the like administrative work of running the Jedi Order had been left to someone just slightly more competent and business savvy like IDK Mace Windu or Plo or Luminara or even That One Guy Who’s Allowed To Fuck and yoda had been allowed to scamper off and just like, occasionally impart funny wisdom to jedi children and cheekily break all of the rules in front of them, this Darth Vader shit would have NEVER happened. Instead Anakin would have had the fun-loving, devil may care, “as long as in the house, you do it, young Skywalker” Bad Grandpa influence he desperately needed to balance out frazzled and terminally high-strung Teen Dad Kenobi
Anakin is out on one of the Temple balconies just stewing angrily about his sexual frustration towards Padmé and how Obi-Wan keeps warning him that he will be expelled from the Jedi order and then thrown into a big pit of lava if he ever even talks to a girl and that makes him sad and angry and emotionally confused, when he notices tiny little old man Yoda’s hobbling over to stand next to him with a knowing expression on his face.
“Forbidden emotional attachments, we both have,” Yoda winks at him and pulls out a box of cigarettes. “To nicotine, mine is”
“Wish to save your mother from a life of unlawful bondage on Planet Shit, you do. Very well. Feel like being bad, I do. Tell anyone I am helping you, you must not. Murder me, the rest of the Council would. ;)”
She waited atop the Moon’s surface, anticipation coiling in her stomach. For what; she did not know. Crota was dead, that was true but her brave lights…would they return? If they did, would they remain untouched by the Dark?
A scrape.
Footsteps.
Rocks tumbled down below, drawn there by action at the depths. Heart in her mouth she waited, eyes fixed on that deep void. A hand appeared, thrust from the darkness into the Moon’s light. One by one they climbed out, wearied and wounded, but alive.
Their leader walked towards her and slowly placed a deceptively delicate chalice in her hands. The light within it reached out, embracing her and she stopped.
“They helped us. Without their light, we would have never defeated Crota.” He said, brushing down his mark self-consciously. A Hunter walked forward and as though it broke the ice, each member of the Fireteam placed gifts in her hands, scavenged from the Darkness.
A brace of knives, worn from use.
A tightly wrapped bundle of letters.
A journal seething with forbidden knowledge.
A mark forged of delicate chain links.
A beaded necklace, hand crafted.
She looked at the treasures, tears falling not from the corruption but from being gifted the one thing she wanted more than vengeance. Her brave lights had reunited her with her Fireteam.
“I thank you, my brave lights. You have brought me an ending I did not believe I ever deserved. Thank you, with all my heart.”
I submit for your approval the Guardian getting back to H.E.L.M after a long day against the Cabal to find Crow hunkering down for the night on a bench there (he didn't want to cause problems by asking for his own room). The Guardian tries to get him to come and stay with them but he refuses.
They leave and Crow thinks that's the end of it when a faint grating sound starts, slowly growing louder and the Guardian comes back round the corner, dragging their own bed behind them. Setting it next to Crow's bench they faceplant into it, making sure some of their blankets fall on him as they do so.
The next morning Osiris finds the slumber party downstairs and just rolls with it.
So my headcanon is that once Crow is outed at the Tower he's had to deal with Guardians making his life hell. Then one day Osiris takes him to watch a Crucible match.
He sees two of the Guardians who have been bullying him transmat in, wondering who their opponents are. Suddenly a figure walks out in front of them.
Saint 14 menacingly cracks his knuckles. "You think it is fun to torment my little bird? Let me show you what happens to those who harm my birds."
They back away when a second transmat appears behind them. Turning around slowly they see the Young Wolf, gun aimed at them.
The two hold their hands up in fear, being pinned between two angry legends. Saint 14 looks at the Wolf. "Shall we begin?" He asks. Wolf looks at Saint, gives a thumbs up, then turns back to the cowering Guardians. Slowly it goes to a thumbs down...
From that moment on, not one single Guardian ever dares lay a hand on Crow.
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