All I want for Dawning is you
pairing: Cayde-6 (Destiny) x female reader rating: explicit warnings: Cayde baking cookies, probably sex in the snow... who knows ( ͡~ ͜ʖ ͡°) find out under the [read more] I guess. n/a: sorry robofuckers, this was queued for last week while I was on hiatus, but it got flagged because of the gif and disappeared out of my queue smh. take this as late Caydemas present and Destcember entry. hope you like it anyway. — Cayde hates The Dawning and you’re trying to get him into the mood with cookies, ramen and a snowball fight at the Cosmodrome...
First snowflakes cover The Last City in a white and soft blanket. The seductive smell of cinnamon and freshly baked cookies is lingering in the cold air, while guardians celebrate The Dawning with silly dances, petting holographic chickens and giving each other presents. It seems like a perfect Dawning, but one important thing is missing. Actually someone very important is missing. Cayde. His back is turned towards me and he's leaning over some maps scattered all over his workdesk. The cold wind howling through the Hangar makes his familiar and battered hunter cloak float slightly. Perfect opportunity to attempt a cuddle stealth attack and throw my arms around the exo from behind. „Happy Dawning, Caydie.” I hear a deep chuckle roar through his torso, as he almost instantly turns around, making me think he had been waiting for me especially. I'm engulfed in a pair of strong arms and the familiar scent of old leather and gunpowder lingering on his armor after countless battles. His smell is hard to describe, but still I can't resist taking a deep breath of him in. It's truly infatuating. He holds me tight for a moment, before letting go and stepping back to have a look at me. „Hey beautiful.”, he greets me softly, his aqua blue optics looking me up and down. Of course I didn't dress up warmly because of the heavy snowstorm going on outside. No. I'm wearing nothing but boots and a sexy Santa dress including hat. Just for him. For Cayde. I'm his present and it's so worth humiliating myself in public, or getting a pneumonia. Another chuckle escapes Cayde's throat, the orange lights in the back of his throat are flickering. „You look... ridiculous.”, he scoffs, pinching the fuzzy bobble of my Santa hat with his finger, but I know damn well that it's his loving way of showing affection. Still I play along and push him away from me, lift my dress up slightly and turn around slowly. „Your eyes say something different, my vanguard...”, I whisper seductively, looking over my shoulder and winking at him as he surveys me. His eyebrow plates shift, giving him a amused look, before he grabs a fistful of my dress and pulls me back to his body. Somehow possessive, but I'm not gonna complain about it.„I mean it. Ridiculous.”, he repeats in a mocked tone, smiling broadly at me now. I feel a bit uncomfortable under his gaze undressing me, but damn, I loved it when this exo was sassy. „But, but... I wear this for you...”, I whimper, turning away from him, starting to act out the most dramatic fake crying in the history of fake cries. „You hate it. I wanted to look pretty for our date.”, I sob, pretending to rub my eyes. „No, no, no... sweetie. You look stunning. I just hate Chr-”, I hear him awkwardly stutter behind my back, but I quickly turn around and laugh at his dumb but overall adorable helpless face. „Ha! Got you! Awww, you should see your stupid face!” I press a sweet kiss on his cold metal chin and take his hand in mine. ”Now come on, we're late for The Dawning market at the Bazaar, Grumpy.”, I sąy and pull him with me out of his beloved Hangar. Cayde follows me more or less unwillingly and sighs, squeezing my hand. „I swear, if I hear Last Christmas one more time I'm gonna blow something up.”, he mutters under his breath and I can't help but smirk at him. „Can't lie, I would love to see that.” He chuckles, the orange lights behind his mouth-plates outlining a smirk back at me. „A girl after my own heart.”, he praises, taking off his cloak and gently putting it around my bare back and shoulders. “You must be freezing. Worst case scenario, you'll get a cold. But maybe you'll only get a pneumonia.”, he jokes. “I think I see the benefits of being an exo, Cayde.” The awkwardness between us diminished slightly on the way to the Bazaar. I had known this man ever since he came to The Last City, seen him almost everyday when he wasn't on missions or busy with his vanguard duties - spending our free time together, going to the ramen shop, playing cards or just talking about whatever was going on in our heads. But now, his cloak was around my shoulders and we’re holding hands. We're having a date. A real date. This was different and he seems like a virtual stranger, but yet of course I still trust him. Just one look into his warm and glowing aqua blue optics is enough to push away my indecision completely. We reach the Bazaar and I'm pleasantly surprised. Snowflakes are dancing in the cold air and everything was beautifully decorated with lanterns and candles, giving the place a warm and cozy touch. I'm probably standing too long and awkwardly around just staring, because Cayde waves his hand in front of my face with a chuckle. “Still with me? Ramen time?”, he asks, already pulling me towards the ramen shop, but I hold him back. “Yes, get us a nice place to sit, I just need to get something real quick.”, I explain, giving him a little kiss on his cold metal chin and hurrying over to aunt Eva Levante. She was surrounded by dozens of guardians, buying last minute cookie ingredients and recipes, like their many and endless lives depended on it. I awkwardly shove my small body through all kinds of strong hunters, titans and warlocks to my aunt and greet the old lady with a quick kiss on the cheek, before grabbing a heart shaped box laying around next to the beautiful big blue handmade oven. Aunt Eva helped me baking these cookies for Cayde last night, since I'm the worst cook and baker in the whole wide universe, but thanks to her they actually turned out delicious, even though some of the ingredients we used sound gross as hell. I mean, Vex milk? Cabail oil? Taken butter? Ew. I don't mean to overreact, but if Cayde didn't like these cookies, I would never bake again. This really means much to me. He means much to me. Damn, I was really head over heels in love with this exo... I give auntie Eva another quick goodbye kiss, squeeze myself back through the mob of guardians and take a deep breath before walking over to the ramen shop where Cayde is waiting for me, or most likely causing trouble again. I was just gone for like one minute? “Come on, my man! I'm having a date with a beautiful girl for the first time in 100 years. I'll give you glimmer or one of my stashes if you give us your seat, come on!”, he's bothering a old man just trying to enjoy his ramen. “Caaayde.”, I hiss, pulling him away and giving him a forced sweet smile. “What are you doing? Why are you blackmailing this poor old man?”, I ask confused, before slapping his chest armor. “There's only one stool left and I was asking very politely if he could give it to us.”, he responds innocently, giving me his puppy eyes. It never fails me how expressive exos could look if they wanted to, especially this adorable fool. I shake my head and sigh, slapping his chest again. “Just let me sit on your lap, drama queen.”, I suggest. Cayde hops on the free stool and makes himself comfortable, spreading his legs wide, before patting his thigh, inviting me to take a seat. “Please make yourself comfortable. Best seat in the universe, I swear.”, he says, winking at me. What a sight he is. I hesitate for a second, asking myself what I've gotten myself into, but I can't resist and sink down on his thigh. Cayde's gloved hands grip my hips, pulling me halfway into his lap. Oh my, I was in his lap. Suggesting this solution was probably the best idea I've ever had. “Comfy huh? Amazing.”, he purrs into my ear. A shiver goes down my spine and my heart is hammering so hard, I'm afraid he could hear of feel it. Like it wasn't enough that the wink he'd given me just seconds ago already left me mildly out of my breath. How am I supposed to play it cool? Our date didn't even start yet and he was too overwhelming. “Cayde.” I take another deep breath and pull out the heart shaped box I've successfully managed to hide behind my back. “I made you something.” Cayde's optics dip to the little box in my hands and his eyebrow plates shift in surprise. “You made me something?”, he asks in disbelief, gently taking the box out of my hands, curiously studying his gift before opening it. A smile forms his mouth plates when my cookies are revealed in all it's beauty. “All this for me? No one ever made me something... Thank you, beautiful.” Cayde slightly leans over to me and softly pokes his cold lips on my cheek. “You're welcome. I hope I won't poison you.”, I give back with a smile, causing him to chuckle. “I've had worse deaths. It's more likely that I'm gonna poison you, cause...”, he pulls out a little bag out of his pants and hands it to me. “I've made you something too.”, he adds, and I could swear that he bows his head in shame a little. “What have you done now, silly?”, I ask amused, opening the little red paper bag and what I see makes my heart jump in excitement. To my amazement, he baked for me too! Cayde-6, yes, Cayde, the vanguard baked something for me! My eyes wander between his ashamed face and his cookies and when I take a closer look, these were totally burnt black and badly covered up in frosting and scrawly drawn smilies and hearts. I can't help myself and burst into laughter, throwing my arms around his neck. “You're so cute.”, I giggle, pressing my lips on his cold cheekbone, before I dug my face into his neck, breathing in the fierce leather of his armor. We feed each other with our presents and I'm having a hard time to not burst into laughter again. Cayde's baking attempts taste like nothing but pure soot covered in sugar and are so hard that I'm afraid that I'm gonna break my teeth or my jaw. Still I pretend that his cookies are the best thing I've ever eaten, because it's the cutest and nicest thing someone has ever done for me and I didn't want to hurt his feelings somehow. Gratefully we accept our bowl ramen and I'm really relieved that I don't have to continue to eat Cayde's burnt cookies, as mean as it sounds. We always shared a bowl together, it was one of our rituals by now, since I couldn't finish a whole potion on my own. It was nice. I curl my cold hands around the steaming hot bowl and take one slow sip of the stock with a sigh. It was spicy and mild, just the way I liked it. I smile in pleasure as the warm liquid starts to thaw me from the inside. It was still cold out here, although I was wearing Cayde's cloak and sitting on his lap. “You still like your ramen that way?”, he asks, twirling the noodles around his chopsticks. “It's lovely, Cayde...” I lean back and start to relax a little, while we continue feeding each other ramen and a sense of the familiar starts to come over me, warming me even more. He's oddly silent and I decide to prod a little. “So... No offence but I can't imagine you made the cookies yourself?”, I ask with a little grin, gesturing to his beautiful burnt cookies laying in my lap. Cayde looks away from me for a moment and scratches his head. “I … um... had help.”, he confesses slowly, probably thankful that exos couldn't blush. “Zavala and Ikora.”, he adds and I can't help but laugh at his obvious embarrassment that the other vanguards helped him with the cookies. I admit, it probably wasn't the manliest thing to do, but it was quite endearing that he did this only for me. I giggle and edge closer to him, cup his chin in my hand and wipe away the grease of the ramen running down his mouth. His optics take a little and quick peek at my décolleté and that's enough to make me blush. Cayde's thumb gently tucks hair out of my face, behind my ear. The used and raw leather of his glove makes me gasp softly, as his thumb slips to my lips and he slowly leans in to me. His bright optics turn to dim slits and I can feel his hot breath tickling my lips, but somehow I panic when his face is close enough that his horn pokes my forehead - and so I panic. I press a quick kiss on his horn and pull down the hoodie over his face, before I jump off his lap. “Let's go play in the snow!”, I suggest, trying to change the awkward mood slightly. Cayde pulls back his hoodie and empties the bowl of ramen with a loud burp. What a man. “I know a nice place where we can play.”, he gives back, with a twinkle in his optics.
