Stranger, Just Look Away, Let Them Enjoy Kissy Smoochy Time~ It's What They Both Deserve

😳stranger, just look away, let them enjoy kissy smoochy time~ it's what they both deserve 💞

this is absolutely what happened in beyond light and no one can tell me otherwise

Story

Part 3

Eris and Drifter are raising Luna. Luna is being a naughty child and keeps playing in Eris' artifacts

Note: Luna is now 4 years old.

Thank you so much for the request, it was really fun to write hehe! I would also like to mention... I put the name of this story down as 'spaghettios', lol XD

"Luna!" The Drifter called as he walked down the hallway, peeking into each room as he passed by. "Luna! Ugh, how does she keep sneakin' away?" He grumbled as he glanced into another room.

  He had a sinking suspicion he knew where Luna had snuck off to as he approached the slighly open door which led to Eris's work room, the room they had included into the house when they built it so that Eris could do her work from home and watch their child on days when the Drifter had to run his Gambit at the Tower.

  "Hey, Eris?" The Drifter said, knocking two fingers against the wooden door. "You seen Luna?"

  He pushed the door open, and to his relief, there was little Luna. She was attempting to reach up on the desk for Eris's Ahamkara bone, but Eris pushed it further from her reach before she could grab it.

  "How is it that you continually lose her, Rat?" Eris asked teasingly. "You can not keep up with a small child?"

  "Heh," the Drifter chuckled as he entered the room. "It ain't my fault, she's just-"

  "Excuses, excuses." Eris interrupted with an amused smile. "Take her, she keeps trying to play in my artifacts. And don't lose her again."

  "I won't," he replied, taking Luna's little hand in his own. "C'mon, Luna, let's go eat lunch."

  "Lunch!" Luna agreed, no longer focusing on Eris's Ahamkara rock, she followed the Drifter out of the room and to the kitchen, sitting down at the kitchen table.

  "Alright Luna, Mac 'n cheese? Or spaghettios?" Asked the Drifter, putting both cans of food up to Luna and watching her as she looked back and forth between her options with a serious and contemplative expression.

  "Mac cheese," she replied in her high voice, leaning forward and putting her small hand on the can of Chef Boyardee Mac 'n cheese.

  "Alright, Mac 'n cheese it is." He said, grabbing a pot which hung on the wall and smoothly sliding it atop the stove. He then proceeded to open the can and empty the contents into the pot.

  "Alright, Luna, that'll take a minute to heat up. You want some juice?" He asked as he reached into the fridge, grabbing a box of apple juice. But when he turned to give it to Luna, she was gone. "Do what?" The Drifter stared, appalled, at the empty seat. He began to search under the table and chairs, calling Luna's name and wondering to himself how she managed to escape again.

  He cursed under his breath, getting to his feet and hurrying down the hall, hoping Luna wasn't already in Eris's work space.

  "Hey, Eris," he peeked in the room. "Luna ain't in here is-"

  "No, Luna, give that here," Eris spoke gently but firmly, kneeling on the floor with her hand outstretched.

  Luna was laughing and giggling, Eris's Ahamkara rock in her little arms.

  "I like big marble," she said, hugging it to herself. "Is mine."

  "Luna. Here."

  Luna turned to Eris, looking down at the rock then back up at her. After a moment she obediently dropped the rock into Eris's waiting hands.

  "Good girl, Luna, thank you." She said as she put it back on her desk. She looked over at the Drifter who was walking into the room. "You lost her again." She remarked simply.

  He sighed. "Yeah... didn't hear her leave or anything."

  "If you lose her again, Germaine, you will be eating nothing but spaghettios for the rest of your life."

  "I like spaghettios!" Luna interjected squeakily.

  "Eh, I'm with the kid, spaghettios ain't so bad, Moondust." He chuckled, taking Luna's hand and guiding her away. "Maybe I'll cook us all some for dinner tonight, huh? Wouldn't that be good, Luna?"

  "Germaine, wait," Eris called before he had made it out the door.

  "Aw, you miss me already, Moonlight?" He turned back to her, smiling broadly.

  "No, but look what our daughter has managed to get a hold of as we were speaking,"

  "Oh, Luna," Drifter groaned, looking down and seeing two cards from the Deck of Whispers in her little hands. "You can't have that, give it to your mama,"

  "Is mine," Luna said, frowning with confusion when Eris took them. "I like cards."

  "You got plenty of toys out here, Luna, c'mon." Drifter took her back to the kitchen, handing her a plush Hive worm half as big as her when she sat down. She happily hugged the worm and began playing with it while the Drifter went to check on her food.

  "Alright, kiddo, the noodles are hot so we're gonna have to let 'em cool down." He said as he set the pot on a hot plate atop the counter, stirring the steaming noodles with a wood spoon. "You excited for noodles, Luna?" He smiled back at her, thankful she was still in her chair.

  "Noodles! Noodles!" Luna replied in her high, happy voice, throwing her worm plush in the air and catching it.

  "Noodles, noodles, noodles," the Drifter countinued to chant, pulling out a plastic bowl and fork.

  He poured the noodles into the bowl, eating the remaining few that clung to the pot.

  "And here you are, kiddo," he slid the warm bowl of Mac 'n cheese in front of her, leaning down to plant a quick kiss on top of her head before turning back to the stove.

  He listened to the sounds of Luna happily humming as she ate her lunch while he opened a can of spaghettios, pouring the contents into the Mac 'n cheese pot and putting it back on the oven.

  Suddenly the Drifter's Ghost appeared, letting out a chirp as it zoomed over to Luna, catching her bowl of food just before it would have hit the floor.

  "Woah, that's a no no, Luna" the Drifter said as the Ghost slid the bowl back in front of her. "Thanks, Ghost. Good catch."

  Luna made a noise which sounded a lot like 'thanks, Ghost', as she countinued eating her cheesy noodles.

  The Ghost let out a happy beep, soaring over to the Drifter and brushing it's shell against his elbow before dissappearing in a shower of sparks just as Eris entered the kitchen. She gave the Drifter an odd look, approaching the table beside them and whatching him as he sat down and began eating the spaghettios.

  "What's with that look?" The Drifter asked through a mouthful of floppy circle noodles.

  "I should not be surprised, given your history of foods consumed, but regardless I did not expect to walk in on you eating spaghettios."

  "What's wrong with me eatin' spaghettios?" He asked, taking another bite as Luna said, "I like spaghettios."

  "It happens to be food for you daughter, not for you." She smiled teasingly down at him before looking over at Luna, who was happily enjoying her noodles.

  "I'll just buy more!" The Drifter replied, gobbling more of his food. "It's not my fault spaghettios are delicious."

  "Uh-huh."

  "Here, have a bite." He offered her his bowl of food, which she reluctantly took.

  "Hmm..." she ate a bite, then handed the bowl back to him.

  "Well?" He asked as he took another mouthful.

  "It is... okay." She replied. "Though I would prefer the meals that you cook far over a can of pre-made foods."

  "Alright, fair enough." He scraped up the last of the floppy noodles from his bowl, preparing to eat them until he saw that Luna was once again not in her chair. "Hey, where'd Luna go?" He asked, setting his bowl down.

  "What?" Eris looked over at Luna's empty chair. "How did we not see her leave?"

  "Exactly!" The Drifter stood. "She keeps dissappearin'!"

  "I suspect I may know where she went," Eris said, guiding them down the hall.

  When they entered Eris's study room, they, unsurprisingly, found Luna. She was sitting on the floor, happily playing with a Hive bone like it was a toy airplane.

  "I do not recall leaving that on the floor." Eris frowned, grabbing the bone from her daughter's hands while the Drifter bent to pick her up.

  "Luna, you sneaky girl," he said as he nuzzled his nose against her cheek, causing her to laugh.

  "I suppose she inherited that sneakiness from you, Germaine." Eris replied, standing beside him.

  "Nah, nah, I think she got it from you." He smirked.

  "I wanna play with the airplane," Luna added.

  Eris smiled. "I will have to be more careful about closing this door, so that she can not continue to play in my artifacts."

  "Heh, yeah... sneaky kid." The Drifter chuckled, hoisting Luna up onto his shoulders. "C'mon, let's go eat some spaghettios."

  Luna voiced her agreement with a wide smile. "Spaghettios!"

Fuck anonymous, please give us loving smack talk as both guide the guardian through some mission. Please?

Lololol omg, we need more of this type of content in-game 😂 Their smack talk in missions is always hilarious. Thank you so much for this request, hope you love it!

"Guardian. Thank you for taking the time to finalize this patrol. I will be guiding you through it." Eris's voice spoke from over the comms as the Guardian ran through a long and winding tunnel on the Moon, continuing deeper and deeper through the caves in search of Hive to kill.

  "And I'll be taggin' along too." Came the Drifter's crackly voice, joining Eris's over the signal.

  "Rat. I did not invite you to this mission, and I do not recall the Guardian doing so either."

  "No, you didn't, but I figured my company would be appreciated."

  The Guardian countinued to traverse deeper through the dark caves, running at a dangerously high speed which countinued to risk the possibility of them running face first into a rock.

  "And why would you assume such a thing?" Came Eris's voice.

  "Aww- Moondust! You know you enjoy my company. No need to pretend otherwise."

  "This matter is best left spoken of in private, Drifter." Eris replied, ending their current conversation as the Guardian found and shot a Hive scout.

  The Guardian spotted another two Hive scouts a moment later, along with a Knight. They shot a number of rounds at the scouts first, taking them both down in a matter of seconds before rolling out of the way of the Knights oncoming bullets. They ducked behind a large boulder, pulling out their sniper and peeking over the edge. When they got the Knight in view through the large scope, the Guardian took their shot, shooting until the Knight had fallen over dead.

  "Great work, Hero!" The Drifter congratulated them.

  "Drifter, what are you doing now?" Eris asked him.

  "Uhh, makin' lunch. You wanna come over?"

  "No. I'm sure you are cooking some manner of repulsing creature." Eris's voice held a tinge of disgust.

  "Nah, I'm cookin' up a stew. Remember how much you liked my last one?" The Drifter asked.

  "It was surprisingly good." Eris admitted. "What are the ingredients of the one you cook currently?"

  "Hah! The Guardians down there shootin' Hive and we're sittin' here talkin' about food." The Drifter laughed to himself. "Anyway, there's chicken, chopped up celery and onions, and then some dumplings. Sure you'd like it, Moondust."

  "It... sounds quiet appetizing."

  "Yeah... smells pretty good, too." The Drifter said. "Woah, hey now, the Guardians doin' great. I dare say they've already cleared out half that cave. Hah!"

  "Indeed, you do well Guardian." Eris told them as they fired some more rounds at the nearby Hive. "Your assistance in these matters is always greatly appreciated."

  "Yeah, yeah, keep on congratulating the Guardian, but never tell me I do a good job..." The Drifter said with mock gloom.

  "Jealous, are you?" Eris asked, amusement in her voice.

  "Maybe..."

  "You would not agree that the Guardian deserves congratulations?" Eris asked as the Guardian took down another Hive Knight.

  "Oh, no. They deserve congratulatin' all right, that's a fact. I just wish you'd tell me I do a good job more."

  "Then perhaps you should do more that warrants congratulating, Germaine." Eris spoke, almost affectionately.

  "I picked up the Derelict for you." He pointed out.

  "And that is something you should do even when I am not coming to visit." Eris told him. "Though, I do appreciate your consideration of my thoughts. The Derelict does look tidier."

  "Heh... thank you, thats all I wanted." Then softer, as if he was hoping he wouldn't be heard, the Drifter said, "I'll dish up the food in a minute,"

  The Guardian countinued shooting, making the Hive fall one by one, while they dodged their oncoming bullets.

  "Yes, yes." Came Eris's impassioned voice. "Make them fall, make them feel the pain and suffering they have afflicted upon us!"

  "Yeesh, your intense, Moondust. Remind me not to get on your bad side."

  "You have been on my bad side many a time." Eris pointed out.

  "And lived to tell the tale, can you believe that?" He laughed. "Anyway, here's your bowl Eris." His voice was soft again, but the Guardian still heard every word.

  "Thank you." Was Eris's equally quiet reply.

  The Guardian began to shoot at a Hive Wizard, breaking it's shield in a matter if seconds.

  "Whoo!" The Drifter let out when the Guardian successfully took down the Wizard. "Feels almost like Gambit. You should come by, Hero, I'll double your rewards if you'll kill a Wizard by yourself in the first round."

  "Rat, now is not the time for making deals and wagers. The Guardian needs to focus."

  "Alright, fine."

  The Guardian filled the next few moments of silence with the sound of gunshots firing and knives swishing by through the air.

  "The soup is good, Germaine. Thank you." Eris spoke softly.

  "My pleasure, Moondust. I figured you'd like it, glad you came over to have a bite."

  "Indeed." Then returning to normal volume, Eris said, "wonderful work, Guardian. This will surely aid in keeping the Hive population back."

  "And don't forget about Gambit, alright? I always need more Motes." The Drifter jumped in.

  "Last I saw, you seemed to have plenty." Eris interjected.

  "Eh, still always need more." He replied. Then back to the Guardian, "but, uh, I'm gonna be busy for a little while right now. Just drop by later if you wanna take up my offer, yeah?"

  "Indeed, thank you, Guardian, for you much needed assistance. The Drifter and I will be going now."

  The Guardian shrugged off the questions they had pertaining to Eris and the Drifter's strange vagueness, and instead moved on to using their party emote, before heading back up into orbit. 

Confidence

Hehe... made a lil story where Eris helps Drifter be more confident... I just want them to share some sweet tender moments together, it's what they deserve :]

"Hey, Eris?" Came the Drifter's voice from over the old radio which sat upon the dusty table surface.

  Eris peeked her head up from the volume she was reading, sliding her nimble fingers across the pages and dog earing her place before shutting the book and returning the Drifter's call.

  "It is quiet late, is it not?" She greeted him.

  "Yeah, but I figured you'd still be up."

  "Indeed, I am." Eris replied. "What is it that you want?"

  "For you to come meet me somewhere."

  "Hmm... where?" She asked.

  "It's a surprise. Just meet me at these coordinates I'm sendin' over." He replied, his voice revealing nothing.

  "These coordinates, they are on Earth. Where are you taking me? Why all this secrecy?"

  "Like I said, it's a surprise, Moondust." He replied vaguely. "Meet me there in a few minutes. Trust."

  *  *  *

  "You wished to meet atop a cliffside?" Eris asked bluntly, approaching the dark figure ahead which she ascertained was the Drifter.

  The Moon's light gleamed off his wide toothed grin. "Yeah. Wanted to show you somethin'. C'mon,"

  He reached out and took Eris's hand, his grip tight but not painful, and walked them forward. They were still quiet far from the cliffs edge, but the Drifter made sure to be slow and careful as he guided them over to a large rock portrududing the somewhat clear area.

  "Why did you bring me here?" Eris asked as they sat beside one another on the hard rock. "And what was the purpose of coming so late at night?"

  "That," the Drifter pointed ahead of them, directing Eris's attention to the large glowing sphere which hovered high in the sky.

  The Moon was full and bright, bathing everything it could in it's soft white light, and sending the things that it couldn't into harsh and darkened shadows.

  "You admire it." Eris said, somewhat surprised by the awe reflected in the Drifter's grey eyes.

  "It's beautiful, ain't it?" He asked, looking back at her.

  "I did not take you for one to appreciate nature to such an extent." Eris admitted, her three eyed gaze returning to the Moon. "But yes, it is quiet a marvel."

  "Heh, yeah..."

  The gentle chirping of crickets filled the silence that made up the next few minutes, their shrill song one that Eris happily accepted in that peaceful moment.

  "Why did you wish for me to see this?" Eris asked, finally breaking the silence.

  After a thoughtful moment, the Drifter slowly began to tell her, "This is special to me... seein' the Moon so big and bright like it is tonight. I always come up here when it's like this, watichin' it for hours till the sun starts risin'. And I reckon I wanted to share this moment that's come to mean a lot to me, with someone else who's come to mean a lot to me, too." He looked over at her. "Does that make sense?"

  Eris contemplated his answer, the meaning behind it, the weight of his voice as he told her how much it meant- how much she's come to mean. She looked back at him.

  "Yes. That makes sense."

  "Does this mean anythin' to you?" He asked, hoping Eris hadn't caught the quiver in his voice.

  "On normal circumstances, had I seen this alone, it would be merely a feigning glance. A feeling which would be gone in an instant had it even arisen, a moment that would soon fade from memory and conscience." She studied the curves and dents of the Moon's surface. "But here, with you having shown me this?" She now studied his face. "Yes. It has grown to mean far more to me, than it ever would in any other circumstance, or with any other person."

  She added on the last part, curious of what the Drifter would do with it, how he would interpret the meaning behind the words.

  He squeezed her hand tighter, reminding her that her palm was still against his own, as he tangled their fingers together and cleared his throat.

  He was no longer looking at her, but had returned his eyes to the full bright orb ahead of them, his expression a mix of both joy and apprehension.

  "Why does your countenance reflect tension?" Eris finally asked after a few more minutes of cricket chirping.

  He remained silent. So silent and for so long, Eris wondered if he had decided to ignore her, until finally he said, "you ever have somethin' you wanna tell someone so bad, but you don't know how to say it? And your scared your gonna mess everthin' up with that person cause your so afraid?"

  It was Eris's turn to remain silent for a few long minutes, leaving the Drifter to listen to the sound of crickets.

  "I have found," Eris began eventually. "That the best cure for a situation such as the one you have suggested, is to acknowledge what you wish to speak. Otherwise, you allow that worry to burrow in your mind, letting it to dig deeper and fester longer." She kept her gaze on the Moon as she spoke. "If you trust this person, then speak to them your truth, Germaine. And do not allow your fear to get in the way of your conviction."

  The Drifter no longer looked toward Eris or the Moon, but instead moved to staring down at the cracked rock surface beneath them.

  "If you wish to have this time alone and in silence, I will leave." Eris offered.

  "No, no, stay. Please." The Drifter said, still gripping her hand in his own trembling one. "Just... gimme a minute."

  And that way they sat for some few cricket filled minutes, the Drifter staring down at the rocks, Eris studying the Moon and the way its soft light fell atop everything, glittering against the rocks scattered around.

  Finally the Drifter sighed. "You know why I brought you here, right?"

  "You said earlier that I had come to mean a lot to you." Eris answered.

  "Yeah..." he turned his face towards her. "And I meant what I said. You... you mean more to me than anyone else."

  Eris returned his keen gaze, their eyes locked on one another, daring the other to break the silence that followed with his confession.

  Without a word, Eris freed her hand from the Drifter's clinging grasp. She then grabbed his wrist and lifted both their hands, bringing his shaking fingers to her cheek, watching an expression of astonishment wash over his face. Then she took her hand away, leaving his hovering there, pressed against the eternal tears that flowed down her face.

  The Drifter sucked in a shivering breath and leaned closer to her. Their faces were so close, noses gently touching, until finally the Drifter leaned in a little closer, their lips touching in a soft kiss.

  Eris could tell he was scared, afraid to allow his emotions to guide him after all the pain he had already suffered through in his hundreds of years of living. When he kissed her, it was a nervous kiss, his lips only barely meeting her own, lingering there for a long and unfamiliar moment.

  He pulled away swiftly, taking his face from hers and pointing it away, refusing to meet her eyes or the glow of the Moon. Eris let out a dismal sigh as she stared back at the Moon once again.

  "Why did you do that?" She finally asked.

  "Do what?" He replied.

  "Pull away." She watched him turn his head back toward the Moon, it's light reflecting in his eyes

  "I... I didn't do it right. The kiss." He clarified, clearing his throat.

  After a moment Eris spoke again. "I believe you overthought the moment, Drifter."

  "What d'you mean?" He asked, his voice quiet, shoulders slouched.

  "I did not force you to kiss me, that was an act done solely by you and through your courage. I merely encouraged it when I brought your hand to my face." Eris told him. "You gathered your valor on your own, but allowed it to slip away when we touched, overthinking the way our lips met, and discerning whatever ways you believed you had done inadequately."

  "I don't understand..." The Drifter confessed.

  "You were brave enough to kiss me, and only failed by the end when you pulled away, allowing your nerves and overthinking, to get the better of you- to tell you you had done poorly, when the truth is quiet the opposite." She explained more simply.

  "It didn't feel strange to you?" He asked her.

  "It only felt peculiar when you pulled away in fear." Eris informed him.

  "Huh..."

  "Stop doubting yourself, Germaine. These anxieties will not help you grow, they will only hold you back. And now, if you wish to keep to your thoughts, I will be going." She started to stand until the Drifter reached out with asp-like speed, grabbing her wrist and looking up at her.

  "Please, Eris, stay."

  Eris considered his plea for a moment, noting the way he called her by her true name, not by any nickname.

  She sat beside him once again.

  Another moment of silence later and the Drifter had slid closer to her, their legs touching as he leaned into her.

  Eris watched him with curiosity, her eyes studying his face. He looked less nervous than he had earlier, and Eris spotted a spark of confidence within his grey eyes. He sat there, motionless, letting a few seconds pass them by before he parted the space between them and kissed her again.

  Eris stayed still, letting him kiss her as she noted the way he had come in quicker this time, his touch carrying more confidence. He stayed there, unmoving, letting the sound of crickets chirping pass them by. And just when Eris was sure he'd pull away, he brought his palms to her cheeks and pulled her tear covered face closer.

  Eris would have allowed that moment to continue on for quiet some time had the Drifter kept his face against hers, but eventually he began to slowly pull away, his eyes opening to study Eris's own. Their faces were still close, his hands still holding her cheeks, their eyes searching one another through the moonlight. Then finally, the Drifter's lips began to twitch up in a smile, Eris's doing the same, and in another moment he leaned in and began kissing her again.

  The moment was calm and tranquil, their warmth being shared as their lips unified, the Drifter touching her with a courage that Eris had not felt in him ever before. They were happy.

  They countinued that way, joyously sharing enraptured kisses and growing in their love and tenderness for one another, for a while longer, the Moon remaining bright, sending it's gentle white illuminance down on the two figures sitting atop the rock.

  The Drifter's courage grew thanks to Eris Morn, and they both obtained joy through it, pressing their lips together again and again, relishing in the taste, touch, and warmth through the night.

Lil pic I made a while back... Thought it'd be sweet if he walked in and found her sleeping so he decided to leave her his coat 🤭 (he also left her a container of soup on the table hehe)

yes, kept-confidence, yes, do as baede-6 has suggested, make them kiss 👀 that too will heal your inner child 🥺🙏

I spend big girl money on things that will heal my inner child, hehe