🔮 anon requested: What about zavala who's boyfriend is just.... Adorable? Like there's no other way to say it, he's just a cutie pie, both like physically (he's got them big ol’ eyes that sparkle lol) and also with his personality? Like, he's a giggly, happy, ol’ boi Also helloooo again friend!!!
a/n: its good to see you back!! Its short so my bad lol
tags: male reader, possibly teeth rotting fluff, zavala being a softy
By the traveler you make this man so damn soft
is the unofficial leader of the 'y/n protection squad' (started by cayde and the other guardians)
your happiness often rubs off on him, some guardians think he's under some sort of spell of happiness or something
you can easily cheer him up when he's feeling upset much to his surprise
Won't let anyone take advantage of your adorableness
and if anyone tries to hurt you, they in for a whole lot of hurt(or they'll get a stern talking too)
request: K I sent in a ask so let me see—— Saladin with a s/o who never sticks around during the spring or fall but comes back during summer/winter, they’re usually just of on their own adventures and come back with stories and facts and stuff? Apologies if this sound complicated and headcanons if easier!!
a/n- I decided to go with hcs but I'll see if I can pull a fic out of my ass. Also, this is a pretty neat idea anon - hope you like this
Saladin is pretty curious about why but doesn't ask about it
Will send 1 or 2 wolves to travel with you despite him knowing quite well that you can easily take care of your self
He would also make sure you have the correct amount of supplies (and if you need to the wolve(s) know and will help you hunt)
If he has the chance he might accompany you on the trip, whether it be for all of it or only half
Call him every night before bed if you can, the old man is worried about you
Likes hearing your stories about your adventures doesn't care if they're long or short
Also, he likes hearings about the new facts you learned, doesn't matter if it's about a new recipe or a new healing method, he will listen to you talk for hours about the things you learned
Before you about to leave, he would hold you in a tight-ass hug, and won't move until you pry his arms off of you. Makes you promise that you'll come back home every time you leave for your adventures. Gives you good luck kisses too
He loves it every time you bring back things from your travels as a gift, I doubt he would care if it's ahead of a creature, well he does just make sure the thing isn't bloody when you come home
If you ever bring back a fur cape that you bought from a merchant(or that you made), he would wear it on the spot or have you wear it so you can be matching
Saladin would also force you and the wolves into a bath since you are probably dirty and stinky
Prepare for him to spoil you with kisses and cuddles once you get cleaned up, he wouldn't let you out of his sight for a few days too, he's just extremely glad you're back home
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She's only died once. Since her resurrection. There's a lingering sense of doubt about the proverb that she hears other warlocks sprouting; that wisdom only comes after death. That the only way to learn from your mistakes was to die after making them.
Maybe she's always been too careful about her positioning during a strike, or her intense research into the raids that she has happened to be apart of in the past. Maybe its the fact that she cannot, for the life of her, remember what she was like before she awoke. The unbridled fear that perhaps that one mistake was too much, too far, - it wasn't a simple, 'I accidentally blew myself up with a rocket launcher.' Perhaps it was more than that, and no matter how hard she tried to will her memories back into a state she could coherently follow, it was no use. Giving up was an eventual solution, letting go of who she once was as a guardian, it felt.. oddly relieving. The tense, pent up energies she had been carrying upon her shoulders for around a hundred years, it eased. It released. The light but distinct smell of lavender could take her mind away while she meditated, and there would be no weight to distract her from her goals.
The almost pity in her lover's eyes when the subject is brought up in conversation one half-slept night confuses her almost, already having made peace with her decision. “Like.. at all?” She's curled into his side, head up from its prior spot on his chest, she will never fully get over the warmth that Exo seem to radiate during the summer months, the 'war-machine' expression that the humans who live in the city seem to tout often doesn't quite explain the way he pulls her closer to himself when winter hits, as if seeking to pull the heat from her body. “Nothing. Not a thing.” She's almost curious at his reaction, the half hearted worry in his movements to reach for her, curl his free arm around her back, fingers tracing soft circles into her stomach. The way his orbs glance away from her for a moment, as if seeking his own memories about the times before he was reset, the Cayde-3, or Cayde-5 that he once was. As if he was trying out ways to express himself before he spoke, but really the latter didn't seem too much like him. At least, usually.
“That's..” He shifts suddenly, pushing himself into a sitting position and leaving her disgruntled in his wake. “It doesn't, y'know, bother you?” Blue orbs are trained on her and his question throws her a little, her mind wandering to the memories of when she'd pull her hair out trying and failing to recall what had happened, her ghost offering little help, the various years of other processes taking ahold of Astara more than the first, and only, death of her guardian. “It did, once. It used to weigh my shoulders down and sting at the back of my mind at all times of the day. I would.. I would stress about not knowing, not understanding how I had died because the memories were not there. It interfered with my mood, my work. I could not live like that any longer.” He softens as she goes on, slowly sinking back down the bed, face levelling with her own. “So.. You let it go..?” Its half a question, half an understanding statement, his head softly nodding along with his words. “I did.” Cayde seems to settle at that, head pressing back against the soft pillows beneath him, his hand pressing softly against her lower back as if to coerce her into snuggling against him once more. She relents, lips softly brushing his faceplates before sinking down to rest against his chest.
“I couldn't forget Cayde-3,” The smirk in his voice box is unmistakable and a smile creeps onto her lips before he even finishes his sentence. “You, that blue dress, oh, Traveller.” His left hand grips at the place on his chest where his human heart would beat, the soft material of his shirt riding up to show the slightest slither of blue underneath. Illaethea buries her burning cheeks into his chest and his warm laugh at her reaction resonates inside her own chest, burrowing its way into the deep crevices of her heart and making a home for itself. Oh, she missed him.
