#not that revolutionary but GOSH hold up. I’m gonna make another post

[im-no-jedi]

so uhh about three weeks ago, Skylar sent me this post of a writing prompt and I ended up actually using it as a writing prompt and wrote a 5600+ word fic about it ROFL

this takes place in my personal Destinyverse with my self-insert and OCs sometime between Curse of Osiris and Forsaken. also it’s very VERY stupid. you have been warned :P

“Guardian? Guardian! Eyes up, Guardian!”

Hannah grumbled and rolled over in her bed, lazily shooing away her Ghost that was hovering over her head. She apparently wasn’t quite ready to wake up just yet.

Ghost sighed and hovered closer to her face, nudging the top of her head. “Guardian, it’s time to wake up now.”

“Unnnnng…” Hannah rolled over, trying to hide her head inside her pillow. “Five more minutes, Ghost…”

“We don’t really have that kind of time,” Ghost retorted. “It’s already well past breakfast, and I’m sure that everyone else is already gathering as we speak. Or did you forget about today’s council meeting again?”

Hannah huffed and briefly looked at Ghost with her eyes squinted. “I’m not the only one going to the meeting you know… how come you’re only bugging me about it?”

“Because one: I’m not responsible for anyone else in the Tower except for you, who is my Guardian, and two: you’re the only one currently in the room.”

“Huh?” Hannah’s head shot up. She turned to look at the space next to her on the bed and saw that it was empty. The covers on that side were a complete mess to boot. No wonder she’d woken up with cold feet.

“He left earlier this morning,” Ghost replied. “I think he said something about having errands to run before the meeting. I’m not really sure, he left in quite a hurry. Barely had time to throw his clothes on before rushing out the door. It was kind of amusing actually.”

Hannah sat up and rubbed her eyes. “Alright, well how long before the meeting starts?”

“Officially? About fifteen minutes or so.”

“Great,” Hannah responded with a sigh. “Guess I’ll have to skip breakfast again.”

Ghost floated in front of her. “This wouldn’t happen if you actually woke up when you’re supposed to, you know.”

“Yeah, but we both know that’s not happening anytime soon.” Hannah chuckled. “Especially with you-know-who spending the night so often.”

Ghost cringed. “Yeah, don’t remind me… I think next time I’ll hang out in Amanda’s quarters for the night. It’s surprisingly more quiet there.”

Hannah snickered and grabbed Ghost, giving him a smooch on the top of his head. “Whatever makes you feel better, sweetie.”

After a good stretch, Hannah finally threw her covers off and stood up from the bed, yawning loudly. The realization that she was most likely going to be late to the meeting at this point finally started to hit her, and she began rushing around the room to gather all her things. She hated having to rush in the morning, but these were the consequences for her actions, as Ghost surely would’ve said. Of course, she wasn’t solely to blame in this situation, and she made a mental note to reprimand her bedroom partner later.

Just when she had finally gotten everything ready, Hannah realized she had neglected to put her clothes on for the day. Her favorite shirt was in dire need of a wash, so she would have to settle for wearing her armor and robes instead. Her robes were exactly where she’d left them the night before, but her shirt and chest armor were nowhere to be found. She began to frantically throw stuff around the room looking for them.

“Of all days for me to lose my armor!!”

Ghost was helping her look as well and made good use of his flashlight ability to search in darker areas of the room. And eventually, he found something.

“Oh! Over here, Guardian! Under the bed of all places!”

Hannah breathed a sigh of relief and walked back over to the bed, reaching under to grab the armor.

“You know, I’m not surprised,” Ghost said sarcastically. “The way you two were flinging each other’s clothes around last night…”

“Ghost!” Hannah’s face turned bright red, and she gave her little companion a disapproving glare.

“You know I’m right.”

Hannah huffed and shook her head before reaching back under the bed to finally pull out her armor.

But to her surprise…

“This… is not my armor.”

Ghost floated up closer to inspect. “No. No it is not.”

Upon closer inspection, both Hannah and Ghost realized at the same time exactly what it was that Hannah was holding. It was a shirt, a rather dirty looking shirt to boot, with molded armor pieces on the front. It had straps on the shoulders for attaching a cloak to it, but the cloak was nowhere to be found. And best of all, it had the distinct aroma of singed leather and ramen broth.

“That… would belong to Cayde.”

Hannah looked up at Ghost with pure confusion. “Ok wait… I thought you said he left this morning already.”

“He did. Hence why he currently isn’t here.”

“Was he dressed when he left??”

“I’m fairly certain, yes. I saw him putting his clothes on before he ran out.”

“All of them??”

“Yes, all of them.”

“Even his shirt???”

“Ugh, yes! Even his shirt!”

“Then why the fudge am I currently holding his shirt in my hands???”

“I don’t know!!!!”

Hannah groaned loudly and threw the shirt onto her bed in frustration.

“Ok, so… let’s think this through logically,” Hannah said, rubbing her temples.

“Any good Warlock would agree with you, yes.”

Hannah sat down on her bed to think. “You said you saw Cayde getting dressed and leaving the room this morning.”

Ghost nodded.

“But since his shirt is currently lying beside me here on my bed, that means one of two things. One, in the flurry of him trying to rush out the door this morning, he forgot to put his shirt on and you just didn’t notice it. Or two—“

“Cayde stupidly grabbed your armor and is currently wearing it without realizing it.”

“…yes. But that one is less likely, I think.”

Ghost stared blankly at Hannah for a moment in silence. “…….this is Cayde we’re talking about here.”

All the color in Hannah’s face began to drain, and she slowly turned away from Ghost, hanging her head in her hands. “Oh… my gosh… I’m a fool… I’m going to kill him…”

“Not to put a damper on this revolutionary moment, but… the meeting?”

“Oh shoot!” Hannah quickly snapped out of her stupor and began frantically pacing around and flailing her arms. “What am I going to do?? I literally have nothing to wear!!”

“Well, actually…” Ghost floated down to the bed, hovering over the shirt belonging to Hannah’s soon-to-be-dead lover.

“Ghost,” Hannah said, pressing her hands together. “I love you more than anything in this solar system, but literally what the frick.”

“It’s not like you have any other choice right now!”

“I can’t let people see me wearing that!! Especially to the council meeting!!!”

Ghost paused for a moment to think. “Hmmm… wait! I think I might know a solution…”

Hannah had no idea what Ghost was thinking of; all she knew was that whatever else happened, she was going to regret getting out of bed that day…

******************

Eventually, Hannah was able to finally leave her room after going through with Ghost’s idea. She had doubts that it was going to work, but it was her only option at the moment. She started to make her way through the Tower, all the while going back and forth between thinking about how hard she was going to smack Cayde the next time she saw him and praying to the Traveler that nobody would notice her before getting to the meeting room.

Unfortunately, the latter was not going to happen.

As she was walking, Hannah made an effort to not engage in conversation with anyone or even make eye contact with another soul, making extra sure to keep her robes crossed tightly across her chest to conceal the shirt she was wearing. This caused her to be a bit more reckless with her walking patterns, and she nearly bumped into several people along the way.

One of them just so happened to be a good friend of hers: Isaac.

It happened as she was walking down the hallway and took the corner a bit too fast. Isaac was walking in the opposite direction, and Hannah nearly smacked right into him with her entire body. She yelped and practically stumbled all over herself in shock. Isaac, however, was completely unphased and simply watched Hannah as she flailed about in front of him.

“Gah! Oh! S-Sorry! Did I…? Are you…?”

“No,” Isaac answered in his usual monotone voice.

“Ok good,” Hannah responded, laughing nervously. “I uhh… I’m just…”

“Going to the meeting.” Isaac was often able to finish other people’s sentences, and this was no exception.

“Uhh, yeah.” Hannah brushed herself off, making sure to keep her robes crossed tight. “I just uhh… woke up a bit late so I’m, you know, trying to rush around and stuff. You know how Zavala gets if somebody’s late to the meetings.”

Isaac said nothing and just gave Hannah a quick glance over before she spoke again.

“So yeah, I’m just… gonna go… and uhh… pray that Zavala goes easy on me, haha.” She started to walk away, but Isaac stopped her.

“What did you do last night?”

Hannah blinked in surprise. “Uhh, what?”

Isaac responded with the exact monotone reflection as the first time he said it. “What did you do last night?”

Do?? Was he serious? Did he use that word on purpose? Hannah began to panic.

“N-Nothing!” she stammered. “Absolutely nothing! I just stayed in my room and slept in my own bed with no one!” She desperately hoped that Isaac wouldn’t notice the beads of sweat beginning to drip down her face.

Isaac looked at her for a moment in silence, letting her have a brief moment of respite before dropping the bomb.

“You’re wearing Cayde’s shirt backwards.”

Hannah felt every bone in her body stiffen, as if she’d just received a massive electric shock. Her face began to heat up so quickly, she thought she was melting. She nearly blacked out. Isaac could’ve thrown a Nova Bomb directly into her face at that moment and it would have about the same impact.

“How… I… you… wha…”

Isaac said nothing and simply continued to look her directly in the face. Although Hannah swore she saw his mouth start to upturn into a tiny smirk.

Ghost had to physically manifest in front of Hannah to snap her out of her stupor. “Umm, Guardian? The meeting?” He floated behind her and began to nudge her in the back to get her to move forward. “Nice to see you as always, Isaac! Please don’t tell anyone about this!”

As the two began to walk away, they heard Isaac say one last thing before walking away himself.

“Tell Cayde he looks horrible in the Future War Cult armor for me.”

Hannah nearly tripped on her own feet and began to choke on her own spit.

Ghost simply sighed and said, “This is going to be a long day…”

******************

After much effort, Hannah was able to collect herself enough to start heading in the direction of the meeting room again. It seemed to be taking longer than usual to get to it, but maybe that was just her nerves playing tricks on her. Or maybe it was just the series of unfortunate events that had led up to this point. No matter what, Hannah was determined at this rate to get to the meeting without another single hitch stopping her.

That is, until she saw a certain someone crossing her path.

Out of the corner of her eye, Hannah saw a robotic man wearing a shredded cloak bolting across the other end of the hallway. Ooooh, she knew that man all too well. She felt her blood start to boil and inhaled sharply before barking his name loudly at him.

“Cayde!!”

The man in question stopped in his tracks and whipped his head around to greet his beloved. He seemed to not even notice that her face was abnormally redder than usual as she came stomping over to him.

“Oh heyyyyy, sweetheart! Didya miss me? I’ve been gone for what, an hour? Or are you just excited to see this handsome face and beautiful horn again?~”

Hannah planted herself in front of him, glaring at him angrily. “Cayde…”

“You know, I would’ve woken you up this morning myself, but I know how much you hate sunlight despite being a Dawnblade user and lover of all things to do with the sun; also you just looked so darn peaceful and sweet snuggled up in those blankets, I couldn’t bring myself to touch ya. I did, however, take an extra long minute to admire your visage and give ya a nice smooch on the head before heading out unannounced. Which sounds a lot creepier than it actually was, trust me.”

Cayde had a bad habit of running his mouth, which Hannah often found endearing, but not in this instance, as he seemed to be completely oblivious to Hannah’s state of rage towards him.

“Cayde…”

“Oh, also, I tripped over one of your scout rifles trying to get out the door this morning, and I miiiiiight’ve knicked the handle on it just a tad, so if you have trouble holding it or shooting it or the handle just comes clean off, that’s totally my bad.”

“Cayde…”

“Oh oh oh, and one more thing, I forgot, real quick, I just have one question I gotta ask you! ....why are you wearing my shirt.”

In all his ramblings, Cayde had finally looked down and noticed what Hannah was wearing, as well as the air of total rage she imbued around her.

“…………that wasn’t the question, by the way.”

Hannah grabbed Cayde by the arms and yanked him closer to her.

Cayde’s eyes grew wide. “Ooo, hello~”

Hannah gave him a low growl. “Cayde-6, I swear to the Light, if you say one more word, I’m going to tear your horn off and feed it to a War Beast.”

Cayde stared her in the eyes and blinked a few times. “…….is that a promise?” He then gave out a loud yelp as Hannah grabbed his horn and yanked on it.

“Do you have ANY possible idea why I might be so angry right now, Cayde??”

Cayde rubbed his horn with one hand and scratched his head with the other. “Uhhhhhhhhhhhhhh… I mean, I’m sure I could think of several things, but most of them would probably result in you yanking my horn again. Or worse.”

Hannah took a step back. “Just… just guess, Cayde.”

Another silent pause. “…….well it could be because you’re wearing my shirt backwards, but apparently that’s a style in some places, so…”

“I shouldn’t be wearing your shirt at all, Cayde!!” Hannah exclaimed, her arms flailing wildly.

“Well… I mean… I agree but… maybe you should wait to get back to the bedroom before talking about taking your clothes off agai—oww!”

This time, she whapped him hard on the arm.

“If I’m wearing your shirt, Cayde, then what does that mean for you?? And I don’t wanna hear a single more innuendo out of you for an answer!”

“I don’t know! It’s a great shirt! It looks good on me, it looks good on you, even when it’s backwards and on your body instead of mine and ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh…..”

The realization finally hit him, and Cayde looked down and patted his chest, which had a giant Future War Cult symbol pasted in the center of it.

“Yeah… yeah that’s an issue, mm-hmm.”

Hannah shook her head at him in disappointment. “You’re a freaking dummy, Cayde.”

Cayde leaned down and wiggled his brow at her. “But this is why you love me~”

In his defense, Cayde was absolutely right, and it legitimately took everything in Hannah to not pull him into a giant smooch right then and there, but the issue of their swapped clothes still remained.

“How are we going to fix this? The meeting is going to start any minute now.”

“Relax,” Cayde replied with a wave of his hand. “We got time! We’ll just run into one of the bathrooms real quick, do our thing, then hop on into the meeting room like—“

He was cut off by the sound of someone clearing their throat directly behind him. Turning quickly on his heels, Cayde faced the person and chuckled nervously when he saw who it was.

“Oh heyyyy, Zavala! Didn’t notice you there!”

Zavala had his arms crossed and was sternly looking at Cayde. He glanced over at Hannah as well, who had once again turned bright red and was doing her best to conceal her chest with her robes.

“I assume you both have a good reason for being out here and not in the meeting like everyone else right now.”

Hannah remained silent and let Cayde do all the talking, as usual. And also like usual, she regretted it.

“Of course I have a reason. It might not be a good one, but it is what it is. Do I feel like explaining myself though? Mmm, I’m going with ‘not really’. But a better question is, what are you doing out here and not in the meeting, oh fearless commander?”

If she wasn’t still trying to cover up her chest, Hannah would’ve facepalmed.

Zavala scowled at Cayde and sighed. “Meeting room. Both of you. Now.”

“You got it, Big Z,” Cayde replied with a lazy salute. He gestured for Hannah to follow him after Zavala had turned around and made sure to keep in front of her as they all walked towards the meeting room together. Cayde couldn’t see her face, but he knew Hannah was glaring at him.

“Now what, genius?” Hannah whispered to him.

“I don’t know, I just kinda plan on winging it like I always do.”

Hannah gave a long sigh. She definitely wished she had not gotten out of bed that day.

******************

At long last, everyone finally made it to the meeting room. Zavala entered first, with Cayde coming in behind him and Hannah close in tow.

The meeting room consisted of just a long table with the capacity to serve a large amount of people. A 3D hologram map of the EDZ was being projected onto the table. Ikora, Lord Shaxx, Lord Saladin, and the three Faction leaders were all standing around the table waiting in silence for the others to come in. Ikora nodded at Zavala as he walked over to the table, then gave Cayde a piercing gaze as he came over to his usual spot in the corner of the room. He had his arms crossed from the moment he entered the room so as to hide the symbol on his chest. Hannah chose to remain closer to Zavala’s side as she knew Ikora would suspect something if she got too close to her.

“Alright,” Zavala said, placing his hands on the table. “Now that everyone’s here, we can begin the meeting. First things first, I’d like to take a moment to once again congratulate Lakshmi on behalf of Future War Cult winning the latest Faction Rally.”

Everyone except Cayde and Hannah applauded.

“Also, the most recent Iron Banner was once again a rousing success according to Lord Saladin, and we thank him for coming out here to be with us today.”

“Yes!” Shaxx proclaimed, giving a friendly whack to the war lord’s shoulder. “Well done, Lord Saladin!”

Saladin nodded. “Of course. Thank you as well, commander.”

Zavala then started to go on about other matters that Hannah either didn’t understand or couldn’t comprehend because her mind was totally focused on making sure nobody saw what was going on with her and Cayde. She glanced over at her partner occasionally to see what he was doing and always found him in the same position. It was normal for him to cross his arms and lurk in the shadowy corners of the room to try and look cool, so he looked totally natural where he stood. Hannah, however, thought she must’ve looked incredibly awkward and uncomfortable, no matter how hard she was trying to cover up her embarrassment.

It wasn’t until she heard someone mention Cayde’s name that Hannah finally snapped out of her disorientation.

“Cayde,” Ikora said, gesturing to him. “You were the one who was keeping watch over this band of Fallen that’s been stealing our supplies. Please tell us what you’ve learned so far.”

“Sure thing,” Cayde replied. He stepped out of the shadows, his arms still crossed over his chest.

Immediately, Hannah began to panic. Cayde was one of those people that liked to talk with his hands as much as his mouth, so she could already tell where this was going. She began to prepare herself for the worst.

“So uhh, basically this group of Fallen, they’re… no good. Like, these are the kind of guys that like to make extra sure that they slip under the radar so nobody can find ‘em. Not me of course, I’m a Hunter, I hunt things, this is my job. Was it hard? Ehh, I guess at times. But I wouldn’t be standing here talking to you all right now if I didn’t actually accomplish the task, amirite?”

So far, Cayde was doing a pretty good job of not letting anyone see his chest. His arms remain crossed throughout his entire spiel, although he looked like a chicken trying to take off from how madly his arms were flailing against his chest. It made Hannah want to burst out laughing at times, and she discreetly covered her mouth with one hand while the other remained over her own robes.

Ikora gave Cayde a disapproving glare. “Cayde… get to the point, please.”

“Right right, sorry.”

“Cayde,” Zavala interjected. “Why don’t you just show us where you found this group of Fallen instead of trying to explain it?” He gestured to the digital map that was being projected onto the table.

Hannah and Cayde briefly looked at each other in panic.

“Ohh uhh, yeah sure, I can do that. I can totally do that. I’ll uhh… I’ll do that right now.”

Cayde stepped closer to the table, taking a moment to look it over and decide the best course of action. All the while, Hannah could feel sweat dripping down the back of her neck in anticipation. She legitimately began to hope that the Red Legion would launch another attack on the Tower at any minute.

“Alright, so uhh, everybody see this mountainous area on the west side of the map, kinda where Shaxx and Saladin are standing?” Cayde gestured with his horn towards the left side of the table. “If you look in-between the two taller peaks there, there’s a formation that sort of looks like a cross between a Hive Knight and one of Marcus Ren’s Sparrows after he’s been racing for too long again. That’s the place.”

Everyone around the table collectively looked at each other in confusion. Again, Hannah wanted to facepalm, but couldn’t.

“Could you please point out the area?” Executor Hideo asked. “I can’t see over there very well from this side of the table.”

Cayde contemplated what to do for a moment, then suddenly disappeared under the table and reappeared in-between Shaxx and Saladin, with only his head popping out over the table.

“It’s riiiiiiiiight here,” Cayde said as he reached an arm out from under the table and pointed to the area.

Hideo leaned in closer to the map. “Ahh yes, I see now!”

Shaxx leaned down closer to the map and laughed. “What do you know? It does resemble a Hive Knight mangled with a broken Sparrow!”

Feeling satisfied with himself, Cayde looked over at Hannah and gave her a thumbs up, which caused her to blush furiously and turn her face away.

Ikora watched the two of them intently, her eyes semi-squinted in concentration.

Zavala simply rubbed his temples and sighed.

As Cayde ducked back under the table again, a loud yelp and a thud was heard. Everyone turned to look and see what had happened, save for Saladin, who was shaking his head in disapproval.

“Damn fool tripped on my boot,” he told everyone.

Cayde once again reappeared from under the table, this time standing up straight. He took a moment to brush himself off before addressing everyone again.

“False alarm! I’m ok! Nobody panic! We’re all good here, everything’s good.”

He noticed everyone was staring at him oddly. Odder than usual, anyway. He also heard someone gasp, most likely Hannah from the tone.

“What? Do I got somethin’ on my face?”

There was a brief moment of silence before Zavala spoke up.

“Cayde… why are you wearing a Future War Cult chestpiece?”

Cayde’s eyes grew wider than they’d ever been before in his life. He slowly looked down at his chest and realized he’d neglected to cover it up when he’d gotten up from the floor. As if trying to find solace for his mistake, he looked over at Hannah, who had now completely enveloped herself in her robes to try and hide from the complete disaster unfolding in front of her. He would have to fix this mess on his own now. He surveyed the room briefly, noticing that both Hideo and Arach Jalaal were now glaring at him. The literal gears in his head began to turn as he tried thinking up an excuse for his own stupidity.

“Uhh… well… obviously… I’m wearing this… because… well… becauuuuuse FWC won the last Faction Rally, of course!”

Everyone looked at each other again, save for Hannah, who was still hiding under her robes. Then they all looked at Lakshmi, who hadn’t taken her eyes off Cayde since revealing his chest.

“Future War Cult thanks you for your consideration, Cayde-6,” she replied.

Cayde sighed in relief and placed his hands on his hips, proudly showing off the chestpiece in triumph.

“However,” Lakshmi continued. “I’m afraid you’ve mistakenly adorned yourself with an armor piece intended for a woman’s body. From our Warlock collection, no less.”

There was a snorting noise, most likely from Shaxx, as well as a visible scoff from Saladin. Hideo seemed to be holding back a laugh, while Arach Jalaal simply shook his head in disapproval at the now disgraced Hunter Vanguard.

Cayde dared not even look at Zavala and Ikora. He simply put his arms down and started to slowly slink back down under the table again out of shame.

Before he could fully sink to the floor though, another yelp and loud thud was heard from the corner of the room.

In all the hullabaloo, Hannah had tried sneaking away without anyone noticing. Since she still had her head covered by her robes though, she couldn’t see very well and ended up tripping on a box on the floor. Her Ghost popped out to make sure she was alright, and Zavala immediately came rushing over to help her up.

“Are you alright, Guardian?” he asked her.

Hannah sighed as Zavala helped her stand up. “No, not really…”

“If you needed to be excused, you simply could have—“ Zavala stopped himself when he finally got a good look at Hannah. Her robes had flown open when she fell, and Zavala could clearly recognize the shirt she was wearing, despite it being backwards on her body. When Hannah noticed Zavala staring at her chest, she gasped and quickly covered herself up again with her robes.

Zavala inhaled slowly and shut his eyes. “Hannah…”

She paused for a moment before responding. Zavala rarely ever used her real name when he addressed her, and it terrified her whenever he did. “Y-yes sir…?”

“I know I’m going to regret asking this, but… why are you currently wearing Cayde’s shirt?”

He had spoken loud enough for only Hannah to hear, but the question still mortified her to the point where she couldn’t respond. She opened her mouth to speak, but no words came out, only noises of distress. Even Ghost didn’t know how to respond to this situation.

Unfortunately though, Cayde did.

“Oh, don’t mind that, Zavala! I just uhh, gave my shirt to her to borrow while she lended me her FWC armor!”

At last, Hannah could finally facepalm.

“Why on earth would you want to wear her armor and not your own?” Jaalal asked.

“Because I… didn’t have time to get my own?”

“And why would you lend her your own shirt when she has plenty of her own clothes to wear instead?” Hideo asked.

“Because… she’s… behind on laundry?”

“And why would she feel the need to wear the shirt backwards if not to hide the fact that she was wearing your clothes in the first place?” Lakshmi asked.

“Because… because… the shirt… doesn’t fit well… across her… boobs?”

Shaxx snorted so loudly, it made the table rumble.

At the same time, Hannah made her way over to where Cayde was and promptly gave him a massive whack on the back of the head. Clearly, she was done playing around. “What. Is. Wrong with you?!?”

“Honestly?” Cayde said, throwing his hands into the air. “What isn’t wrong with me at this point??”

“Oh really?? I couldn’t tell! Or maybe I’m just used to everything that you do being at the same level of stupid every time you do it!”

Cayde got a wild look in his eyes and leaned down real close to Hannah’s face. “Funny, that’s not what you said last night~”

Shaxx immediately burst out into a fit of laughter, pounding his fist on the table and shaking the entire room with his bellowing voice.

Hideo seemed visibly embarrassed, while Jalaal once again shook his head in disapproval.

Saladin just got up and left entirely.

Before Hannah could attempt to tear Cayde into pieces like she so greatly wished, Ikora stepped in-between them. “Alright, meeting postponed. Both of you, outside. Now.”

The squabbling couple begrudgingly followed Ikora out of the room, with the sound of Shaxx’s booming laughter still echoing behind them. The Warlock Vanguard turned to them as soon as they were all outside. The look on her face could not have been more condescending.

“Ikora, I can explain,” Cayde began.

“Save it, Cayde,” Ikora responded. “I think you’ve done enough damage for one day.”

“For one lifetime,” Hannah grumbled loudly.

“Hush, both of you.” Ikora placed her hands behind her back and looked at them both sternly. This was her iconic ‘you’re all about to get lectured to death’ pose, and Hannah and Cayde began to prepare for the worst.

“I don’t consider it my place to judge my fellow Guardians for what they choose to do with their personal lives, but I still expect them to be responsible with their actions, especially when it considers important matters such as these meetings. In other words, I expected better of the two of you.”

Both Hannah and Cayde had their faces tilted towards the ground in shame at her words, like two children being berated by their mother for misbehaving.

“Not only that,” Ikora continued. “But you both demonstrated poor relationship behaviors as well. Forgive my bluntness, but everything I witnessed today was extremely immature and reckless.”

Cayde shrugged and looked up at her, chuckling. “Do you even know me, Ikora?”

“I do, Cayde. But I still expect better of you. Especially during our meetings, and especially concerning your relationship with my friend here.”

Hannah perked up at Ikora’s words. She often didn’t hear Ikora referring to her as a “friend”, and it put her more at ease.

“You know what,” Cayde replied with a sigh. “You’re right. You are absolutely right. I’m sorry, Ikora. I messed up big time today.” Then he sheepishly turned towards Hannah. “And… I’m especially sorry to you. I put you in this awkward position and made a mess of everything. You didn’t deserve that. Nobody deserves that. But especially you. Because… well… you know.”

It wasn’t often that Hannah heard such humble and heartfelt words from Cayde like that. He was good with words, but not so much the touchy-feely stuff. Hearing him say those things made Hannah’s heart skip a beat and reminded her of just how much she adored the big lug. She couldn’t help herself and grabbed Cayde’s head to give him a big smooch on the side of his face.

“You big dummy… I’m sorry too. Especially for tugging on your horn earlier.” She rubbed his horn gently as an apology.

Cayde responded back by giving Hannah a big hug and nuzzling her face, which caused her to giggle uncontrollably.

As she watched them, Ikora couldn’t help but smile. Cayde and Hannah were two of her most precious friends, even if she rarely admitted it, and seeing them so happy together made her more delighted than she could ever properly express. Even if their actions caused more trouble than expected. Which reminded her…

“Honestly, I don’t know why you both made such a big deal out of this. I highly doubt anyone other than me would’ve even noticed your outfits. And besides, pretty much the whole Tower knows you two have been sleeping together anyway. Now go on and get changed quickly so we can resume the meeting. I’m going to go make sure Shaxx didn’t pass out on the floor while I was gone…”

Ikora then turned and walked back into the meeting room, leaving Hannah and Cayde completely mortified by her words.

Taking advantage of the moment, Ghost popped out and hovered in front of their faces. If he had a face of his own, he would’ve been smugly grinning at them.

“Told you you two were too loud.”

#this was probably some of the laziest writing I've ever done tbh ROFL #I wrote it more like those lore tabs you can read in the game #buuuut it's not meant to be serious anyway so who cares LOL #although this is totally 100% canon in my Destinyverse #just sayin' #XD #CAYDE WHY ARE YOU LIKE THIS #DESTINY HOGWASH #OTP: Take Me With You #OC: Isaac #my storiez