The Boot Shiner (Destiny OCs x Male Reader)

Prologue: This Is a Story

"A famous man, one who spoke for the Traveler, once said, 'The Light lives in all places... In all things... you can block it... even try to trap it... but the Light always finds its way.'"

"Who said that? What does that even mean? Doesn't matter, I said it because he was famous at one point, and I was almost famous. Now, it's been said by two well known guys, because I said it, and that means that... uhh... well... I'm gonna start again. We're trying again, here we go..."

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*The sounds of radio static begin to invade your ears, causing a listening sensation that is just so slightly annoying...*

LCR: *Static* Welcome, welcome, guardians, aliens, cave dwellers, and people of the great city we call home! Welcome to Last City Radio, my name is Jimbop, and I will be lacing your ears and hearts with velvet rhythms as we get ready for this amazing day in paradise. Fetched from deep within the Ishtar Collective's entertainment database, we have... let's see here... funky fresh, some Stevie Wonder here, a classic... classic-classy-classic... I Wish...

As the music begins to set in, I wake up with the inability to breathe, trying to slam my alarm clock shut, but it doesn't seem to budge. No matter, I quite like this song already. I slowly get up from my bed, feeling my throat burn and my chest hurt, combined with the mucus that just won't get lost. I cough like no tomorrow until I can finally breathe, at least... breathe some what.

Y/N: R-right...

Let's start off a little more... better, maybe? My name is Y/N L/N, I would be turning 32 this year, but due to unforeseen circumstances, that matters less now. I am now the new leader in guardian apparel atop the Tower, within the Last City, on Earth, what the last of humanity calls home. I took the mantle after Eva Levante decided to take some weight off her shoulders, leaving the job with me while she focuses on all the guardian's events.

We honor these fighters, these warriors, these gods as they have saved us from the universe's mistakes a plethora of times. Without them, humanity would be toast, and we have them and the Traveler to thank. The Traveler, which is a colossal, supernatural sphere that nobody can seem to explain, however it is connected with the ability for Guardians and their Light.

Once was responsible for terraforming much of our solar system, now camps above the Last City, gifting those with its powers, making them capable of fighting the Traveler's enemies, and now ours. With Light, comes Darkness, and that is what members of the Light have been fighting for years. There is much... much more to it than that... but I will not be talking to an elder about it today.

Enough of the lore, Y/N, stop dodging the question. Why are you coughing up blood and unable to clear your throat? Why does your chest hurt? Why do you feel a perpetual weakness, and act like turning 32 doesn't matter? Thank you, Y/N, your welcome, Y/N.

I have genetic stage 4 lung cancer. I currently have... a little less than a year to live, somehow thanks to my "good health habits".

Y/N, this is the NEW Golden Age, how do you not have the cure for cancer? Y/N, you work with guardians all the time, surely they could help? Y/N, the Vanguard should deem you a crucial member, giving you priority over others, yes? Thank you, Y/N.

All of these would be the case, except guardians have not yet found the cure for cancer, as one has rumored... to not have been created before the Collapse, where the Traveler was inactive, among other things. The Vanguard wouldn't give it to me anyway, because I am not a crucial member or someone they deem important, despite keeping Ikora's coat clean, Zavala bald, and Crow's scales on his armor pristinely white.