#d2 fic

[kaz-identified]

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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[shalalalalaw]

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Metal and Dust [Chapter 1 of 19] - Mature

If there's one thing Tevis Larsen learned early on, it's that he's not the hero of his own story.

[descendantofthesparrow]

When you realize you can MAKE Mal apologize to Evie for fucking EVERYTHING she has done so far by D2

we stan real character growth and development in this house

[shalalalalaw]

He can still feel the Light.

Like the dew dripping down his brow and onto Pahanin’s pale cheek, drained of Light and life both. It’s warm. The Garden is always warm (because it grows grows grows in every way he looks and he can feel it beneath his feet, calling him to grow with it).

He moves them. To the crest of a waterfall, high enough to see in any direction they would ever (never-ever-never-again-and-again) choose. It’s the least he can do. It’s all he can do, his mind slowly turning from conscious stream-of-thought-desire-emotion and to Directive, to Cause, to What He Is Meant To Do As Who He Chose To Become.

Kabr feels the Light.

Like the creak of his joints. Bone and brass rubbing painfully in his right elbow as he lifts Praedyth’s limp body in his arms. As he arranges the pieces of their Ghosts in each of their hands.

He wants to cry for them. He wants to cry for them all, but he suspects his tear ducts have already been scrapped out, it’s already so hard to move his eyelids. Instead he cradles his own Ghost in his hands. A vine slowly grows to curl around its shell from the cut in his palm.

Kabr remembers Praedyth telling him once, whispering under the night like a secret. That he’d Wished. Wished for them to never end.So Kabr will not let them end. He will not let them be lost.

Kabr does not feel the Light anymore.

Had some spirited screams with @gileonnen on twitter earlier about a 'what if the VoG trio took the place of the Kentarch crew as the Garden trio' scenario because Gil always has good ideas and this came of it

[shalalalalaw]

Help me lose my mind

A pocket in time where Kabr and Praedyth are both lost in time, Pahanin doesn't know why he's broken and Rezyl is desperately trying to keep both of them afloat after returning from a trip to Luna.

A Pahanin/Rezyl series.

All that we are, all that we need (they're different things)

Rezyl’s fingers scape over his scalp and then fingers cradle Pahanin’s jaw.

He follows the gentle tug, climbing over the man’s lap to rest against his chest. There’s a look on Rezyl’s face, sad and damning and when lips brush his own the ache in his chest flares.

And you believe something I can't define

“Do you ever feel like there's something out there waiting for you? Something that's missing from you?” He mumbles it to Rezyl’s skin, quiet and soft. He gets a sleepy hum in response.

“Like, some kind of destiny? A purpose?” The Titan’s gravelly voice rumbles against Pahanin’s ribcage like it’s empty.

“No. Just… gone. Like a piece of you has been lost.”

I'd rather be blind

“You’re tired Han, you just came back from a two-week rotation on Venus, you haven’t disgraced Hunters all around the system. C’mon, I’ll take you home.”

“No, it’s over Rezyl, the deed has been done, there’s no turning back.”

“I’m sure Kabr and Praedyth can forgive you.”

“Ah, home sounds nice, I can hide away from my shame. Yours or mine?”

[shalalalalaw]

so you see, i know your fate [M]

Nezarec+Rhulk

[M, to be safe / mind games / shippy if you squint]

“Tire? How could I ever tire of you, oh Disciple?”

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

[shalalalalaw]

All that i need is an honest friend [T]

Tevis Larsen & Tallulah Fairwind & Caliban-8

And it feels good. To have someone at his back that gives a fuck.

Or, how Tevis met Tallulah and Caliban.

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

[shalalalalaw]

the shedding of skin[T]

[Gen] Tevis Larsen, Ahamkara

"What do you Wish to find at the end?"

Part 3 of Metal and Dust series

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