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First Snow: A Blackwatch!Genji x Reader SFW Story

This wasn't a request, just something I came up with on my own to start things off. :) --- You stand from afar outside of the base, watching him. Clouds covered the sky, and snow fell from above; lightly at first, then gradually more intense. It was the first snowfall of the year, and if it kept up, it might stick. For Genji, this was his first time experiencing snow in this body. He was wearing nothing but a black hoodie over his cybernetics. This wasn't an issue for him, he normally didn't wear any clothing at all. He didn't perceive heat and cold in the same way anymore. He stretched both of his arms out and flexed his hands gingerly. In his left still flesh arm; he felt what he expected. Cold particles brushing against it and turning to water on impact, a growing feeling of numbness the longer he stood there. In his right cybernetic arm however, he only felt a muted sensation. The sensors in his arm were telling his brain that something was making contact with it, but he didn't have the same sensations of wet and numbness that his left did. He kneels down and sticks his whole right hand into the layer of snow forming at the ground and keeps it there. It is only after he doesn't pull it back out again after several minutes that you finally decide to approach Genji. "How long are you going to do that for?" you ask. He finally gets up and turns to face you. He isn't surprised by your question, he knew you were watching him the entire time. "Until I feel what I should be feeling." came the matter of fact reply. "Does it help?" you ask as he flexes his cybernetic hand several more times. He scoffs, and then suddenly grabs both of your hands and takes them into his own. You flinch and recoil from the sensation, the feeling of cold is overwhelming. Just how long had he been out here for before you found him?

He rolls his eyes, as if you had just asked a question with an obvious answer. "No, it doesn't. If I was normal, I would react as you did. But I don't feel things the same way you do anymore. I don't even feel your hands on mine the same way." You look down, unsure of what to say. Genji continues. "But that's the point isn't it? I'm not meant to feel. I was rebuilt to be a weapon. The less I feel, the easier it is to do my job." "Don't... don't talk about yourself like that, please..." you beg. It wasn't the first time he had spoken of himself like that. Every time he did, you hated it. Hated how he dehumanized himself like that. "It's the truth, and every day proves that more and more." he responds coldly. He turns and begins walking away. You stand there for a moment, then chase after him and wrap your arms around him, placing your head against the back of his faceplate. The cold metal sends chills down your spine, but you hold firm. "What're you doing?!" he demanded, but didn't move to break away. You move your right arm up and begin to stroke his hair. "Can you feel that?" you ask. "... Mostly." "And how does it make you feel?" "Embarrassed." You move your left hand over his chest, attempting to feel his heartbeat. You find it. A steady rhythm that grows faster the longer you keep your hand there. "Weapons don't have hearts, Genji. They don't have emotions. You do. That's how I know you're still human inside. That's how you know you're still human." There's a silence between you two. You move your right hand back down and place it over your left, so that both hands are now over his heart area. After a while, Genji raises his left human hand puts it on top of yours. "I feel lost." he begins; "On missions, it's easy, my anger focuses me on the task at hand. But afterwards, in the quiet, I feel like I lose a part of myself every time. Like there's nothing else." You say nothing.

He turns to face you. For the first time that day, you get a good look at his eyes. Normally Genji looked angry all the time. The red tends to do that. But when you're this close, you see something more. Pain. "Some days you're the only thing that reminds me I'm still human." he finishes. "I'll be there to remind you every day if you want me to. You're as human as I am; as anybody else here is. There's more to you than killing. You just have to find it again." That kind of just came out. You felt unsure whether that was what he needed to hear, but you notice the muscles in his face relax. "Thank you." he says quietly. You respond with a smile, but you're unable to hold it for long. The biting wind causes your teeth to start chattering. You look away, and then turn back when you hear a slight chuckle. "Did you just laugh at me?" you ask playfully. "Perhaps." he responds in kind. Your face drops into a slight pout.

"Come, let's get back inside, you must be freezing." he continues. He offers you his human arm, which you take, and he gently leads you back towards warmth. There will be other bad days, you're sure of that. But for today, you feel like you legitimately made a difference to Genji. And he's grateful for it.

Sonic, Knuckles and Shadow as humans!

cookies

could I ask for some Hazard relationship headcannons?

I got you pookie and thank you for being one of my first request!

How it would be like to be in a relationship with Hazard aka Findlay Docherty

- Endless Banter

Your relationship is built on teasing and banter. Hazard has a sharp tongue and a dry sense of humor, and he loves when you can keep up with his witty remarks. It’s a constant back-and-forth that keeps things lively and boy does this make him feel like he’s on cloud 9.

- Late-Night Conversations

Hazard tends to be a bit of a night owl, and some of your most heartfelt conversations happen in the dead of night. These moments reveal the layers beneath his tough exterior, where he shares his fears, hopes, and vulnerabilities.

- Partner-in-Crime Energy

He loves having you by his side, especially in situations that require quick thinking and a bit of rebellion. Hazard trusts you to have his back no matter what, and he makes sure you know he’s always got yours.

- Signature Outfit Pieces

You’ll often find yourself "borrowing" his jackets, hoodies, sweatpants and accessories because they’re not only comfy but they just look right on you. Hazard secretly loves seeing you wear them. He never asks for them back, either.

- Small but Meaningful Displays of Jealousy

Hazard doesn’t get outwardly jealous often, but when he does, oh boy, it’s subtle but still intimidating. He might casually drape an arm over your shoulder or drop a sarcastic comment that leaves others wondering if he’s serious or if he’s about to make the other person see god.

- Music is His Love Language

I think we all saw this coming, As a punk himself Hazard loves metal music and often makes a little playlist for you to listen to them with him. He won’t admit it outright, but the lyrics often hint at his feelings.

- Loyalty

Once Hazard commits to you, he’s all in. He’s fiercely loyal and won’t tolerate anyone disrespecting you. He makes you feel like the most important person in the world.

- Surprising Softness

Despite his tough exterior, Hazard has a soft spot just for you. He’ll let his guard down when you’re alone, resting his head on your shoulder or wrapping you in a rare, tight embrace. These moments are like gold. EXTRA bonus points if his head is on your lap while you play with his hair.

- Tattoo Talk

Hazard loves explaining the meaning behind his tattoos (if he trusts you enough), and he’s always asking if you’d ever get one yourself. If you already have tattoos, (he is barking internally) he’s constantly fascinated by their stories and significance.

- PDA in His Own Way

Hazard isn’t overly showy with affection, but he’ll hold your hand, rest his arm on your shoulder, or keep you close in a crowd. It’s subtle, but anyone who sees you together knows you’re his.

- He Loves Your Style

No matter how you dress or present yourself, Hazard notices the small details. He’ll compliment your look in his own blunt way, like “Yer lookin' pure badass today” or “That's dangerously cute, so dinnae go distractin' me, awright?”

so, he's a cyborg right? what if the certain fleshy tissue near certain areas where his implants and cyberbits are very *very* sensitive? sensitive in a way he shivers or jolts when it's touched? like say, his nape?? teehee

Ticklish Bear

Hazard x Reader

A/N: AAUUGGHH I LOVE THE WAY THAT YOU THINK (WHY DIDENT I THINK THAT THIS COULDVE WORKED IN SO MANY SCENARIOS)

Summary: Hazard just wants to tune his guitar…

The dim glow of the city lights filtered through the window as you sat beside Hazard on the floor of his small apartment. A half-empty bottle of whiskey rested on the table nearby, his idea of a “relaxing night.” He was leaned back against the couch, his guitar balanced across his lap, fingers absently picking out a haunting melody that seemed to match the low hum of the world outside.

You watched him silently, captivated by the way his hands moved—so sure, so precise. His cybernetic fingers glinted faintly in the light, but it was the smooth transition from flesh to metal at his neck that caught your eye. Right at the base of his skull, just beneath the implants, there was a sliver of exposed skin that seemed softer than the rest of him.

“You’re starin” he said without looking up, his Scottish accent pulling you from your thoughts.

“Maybe I am” you admitted, leaning a little closer.

“Careful” he muttered, his lips quirking into a faint smirk. “Ye keep lookin’ at me like that, and I might think ye’ve got plans.”

“Maybe I do” you shot back, voice light with mischief.

He chuckled under his breath but kept playing, the gentle melody filling the space between you. Emboldened by the moment, you reached out and lightly brushed your fingers against the nape of his neck, where flesh met cybernetics.

The reaction was immediate. His entire body stiffened, and his hand froze mid-strum. A sharp inhale escaped him, followed by a muttered, “Christ!.” He twisted to look at you, his glowing eyes narrowing.

“What the hell was that?” he asked, his voice tight, the faintest edge of a tremor betraying him.

“What was what?” you replied innocently, though you couldn’t stop the grin forming on your lips.

“Dinnae play dumb wi’ me” he said, rubbing the back of his neck with his cybernetic hand, careful to avoid the spot you’d touched. “Ye know exactly whit ye did.”

“I barely touched you” you said, scooting closer.

“That’s the problem” he muttered, shifting uncomfortably. “It’s—ach, it’s just sensitive there, alright?”

“Sensitive how?” you asked, curiosity sparking as you leaned in.

“Sensitive like—don’t bloody touch it again” he grumbled, though the faint flush creeping up his neck was impossible to miss.

You didn’t listen, of course. Reaching out, you brushed your fingers over the spot again, lighter this time. His reaction was immediate—he shivered, his shoulders jerking as a muffled curse escaped him.

“Are you ticklish?” you asked, your grin widening.

He shot you a glare that could’ve melted steel. “I’m no’ ticklish” he growled, though the pink blooming on his face told another story.

“You’re definitely ticklish” you teased, leaning closer.

“Touch me there again, and I’ll—”

“You’ll what?”

Hazard sighed, letting go of your wrist, but only to grab his guitar and set it on the table behind him. “Keep pushin’ yer luck, lass, and I’ll show ye squirm” he muttered, his voice low and teasing now.

“Is that a threat or a promise?” you asked, your grin widening as you inched closer to him.

He raised an eyebrow at you, his glowing eyes narrowing. “It’s a bloody guarantee” he said, and before you could react, his hands—both flesh and metal—moved toward your sides.

You squealed as his fingers dug lightly into your ribs, tickling you relentlessly. “H-Hazard! Stop!” you gasped, squirming and laughing uncontrollably as you tried to wiggle away.

“Ye wanted tae play, aye?” he said, his tone smug as he continued. “We’ll see how ye like it.”

“Okay, okay, I give up!” you cried, breathless from laughter.

He finally stopped, leaning back with a satisfied smirk. “That’s what I thought.”

You glared at him half-heartedly, still catching your breath. “You’re evil.”

“Aye” he said, his grin widening. “But ye love me anyway.”

You rolled your eyes, but you couldn’t help smiling. “You’re lucky you’re cute.”

He chuckled, reaching for the whiskey bottle and taking a swig. “Damn right I am.”

by  rikuta

Back to my old bull again. And by that I mean trying to draw Transformers, realizing robots are still really hard for me to draw, giving up and going to the humanized redesign comfort zone. It’s fine, I’m fine, sharp angles aren’t for everybody and humanizations are great character design exercises, it’s fiiiine.

Beast Wars Maximals as humans! Optimus Primal, Rhinox, Rattrap, Cheetor, Dinobot, Tigatron, Airazor, Silverbolt and Depth Charge.

There’s more where this came from…

Harmony

SPOILER WARNING

FOR THE FINAL SHAPE ENDING

This will be my Guardian x Cayde

i was sobbing while i was writing this, enjoy!

They did it, they won!

The witness no more! Star was releaved as she held her gun with one hand, and her left one held out as her Ghost floated up.

Her Ghost is cracked up, and the noises he made, made her worry as she watched him suddenly lost its shell and all of a sudden she stumbled back, gasping for air.

She.. lost her light- but then she noticed her ghost fell to the ground as she yelped- "No!" she fell to her knees and held her ghost-

Nonono.. they cant be gone no..

When all of a sudden an enemy growled out from afar and shot her-

Making her gasp and fall to her side in pain.

The Ex hunter Vanguard rushed in and shot the falled enemy in the face and worriedly look over to his favorite Hunter-

He rushed over to the girl and quickly knelt next to her, his concern for her well being evident on his metalic face. "Are you okay?" he asked urgently, his gaze taking in her state. He could tell she was gravely injured, her body already weakened by the shot.

She yelped in pain as she held onto her lightless, unresponsive ghost as she is bleeding out.

she cant be healed. not witouth her ghost.

His metalic heart ached at the sight of her suffering, the fear and helplessness in her voice tugging at his heartstrings. He knew there was no way to heal her, all of this felt like a sick joke, like they just swapped places in the Prison of Elders.

"Easy, easy," he said softly, his voice gruff but filled with a gentle concern as he rested a hand on her shoulder. "Just... try to stay with me, okay?"

he carefully helped taking her helmet off to help her breath, maybe a little bit more easier.

she sobbed as she held onto his arm, her blood staining his armor as she held her ghost out.

"My Ghost- he- please-" she coughed , the bullet hit her chest, the irony of the situation is unbearable..

Cayde's mechanical heart sank as he watched her struggling to hold onto both life and her fallen ghost, her body weakening with every passing moment. He held onto her, his grip tight and steady as he tried to provide what little comfort he could.

all of a sudden they.. are in a white void of the Traveler.. just like when he first saw sundance, listening to the light.

The strange transition to the white void of the Traveler startled him, his eyes darting around. The Traveler's glowing, endless light filled the space, and for a moment, Cayde felt... a presence.

Sundance.

What she said.. 'whats come from the lught, returns to the light' it makes more sense..

Cayde's eyes saddened as the words of Sundance echoed in his mind, the realization hitting him like a Arc punch in the gut. The Traveler's presence seemed to intensify, as if acknowledging his thoughts.

Maybe.. he can save Star.. oh but she'll hate the idea.. of course she will. She just got the hope that he's back.. but she'll be ok.

He looked down at Star, her grip on him still firm as she fought to stay alive. He knew what he needed to do.

He's made out of light.. his light can save her Ghost.

And her ghost can save her.

The sound of her coughing up blood made him hold her close as she sobbed 'i dont want to leave you.'

Her words cut through him like a knife, her desperation and fear palpable in her weak, trembling voice. He couldn't bear the thought of letting her end like this, not now, not ever.

"I know, I know," he whispered soothingly, his grip on her tightening as he tried to keep her grounded, to give her something to hold onto. "I won't let you die."

He made up his mind then and there. He would save her, no matter the cost.

With a boost of determination he wrapped an arm around her to keep her close to him, and his other hold onto her Ghost with her, their fingers almost lock together.

As he held her against him, her body trembling with every labored breath, he couldn't help but think of the words he'd wanted to say to her all this time.

A pang of regret stabbed at his heart as he knew time was running out. He needed to say it, needed to make sure she knew.

"Star," he began, his voice thick with emotion. "There's something I never told you... something I've always wanted to say..."

A pained gasps left her as she looks up at him with pained gaze of wonder, but also with tears in her eyes. "C-Cayde-"

He met her gaze, his expression filled with a mixture of determination and vulnerability. Her breathless gasp and tear-filled eyes tugged at his nonexistant heartstrings, but he knew he had to say what needed to be said.

"I... I care about you, Star," he confessed, his voice barely above a whisper. "More than just a fellow Guardian. You... you've become so much more to me...but you already knew that didn't you?" his face plated shifted with a saddened smile.

Her eyes widened as she gripped on him, almost tearing into his armor. "N-no-" she coughed trying to breath-

"Wait n-no stop- i just got you back-" the sudden realization made her struggle and try to get out of his arms but it just ended up with her in too much pain as she couldnt move- "please d-dont-" not like begging him would make him stop.. knowing what he's planning to do and she dont want him to, but she dont have a choice when she's the one dying in his arms now.

He held her tightly, her attempts to struggle against him makes him feel guilty. but he have to remind himself that he would do this for her in a heartbeat.

He could see the guilt in her eyes, her desperation and panic clear on her face.

"Please, listen to me," he pleaded, his voice urgent and filled with anguish. "I won't let you die, not like this. This is my choice. My light."

His voice determined brave, as the grip on her hand with her Ghost in it tightened, aswell as his hand on her arm to hold her, his mwtal face rest on her forehead.

He knew what it would cost.

"Cayde-" she crocked gasping as she tried to grasps some air as it gets more and more hard to do so.

oh.. how caring she is.. its one of the reasons why she is his favorite..

He gently cupped her face in his robotic hand, letting go of her Ghost carefully, his thumb stroking her cheek gently as he tried to steady her breathing. The sight of her struggling to breathe, the pain etched on her face, tore at his very soul.

"My precious Diamond," he whispered, his voice softened with emotion. "If there's even a tiny chance to save you... you know damn well I will do it."

Leaning his head closer he rested against her forehead, careful with his horn. "Let me do this for you."

Devotion, bravery, sacrifice...

Its almost annoying to know the Guardian tenets all remind her of him.

Devoted, to stay by her side no matter the cost.

Brave, for he is willing to jump into dangerous situations. Literally.

Sacrafice.. thsts always his thing. Willing to take the bullet or blame for you no matter what. Either from an enemy or from an angry Zavala.

that's him-

Now his Death once more.

She will mourn him again.. but maybe she'll embrace the fact he will live with her in the light. he's never truly gone when he lives inside her heart, and everything else he left behind.

"Noo.." she cracked as tears run down her cheeks like waterfalls. Its unfair, she already have a hard time breathing, now she need to try breath trough her sobs.

Her tears broke his heart, each one feeling like a dagger to his soul. But he couldn't back down, not when her life was at stake. His sacrifice was the only way to save her, and he was ready to make it.

"Hey..." he whispered, his voice filled with a mixture of determination and sorrow. "You know i'm never truly gone..And when you miss me," he held his broke Ace to his original Ace he left behind for her. "Just remmember, you bound to me now." he cracked a half joke with a breathy chuckle, resting his face to hers. "Wife of mine."

She leaned into him, hardly able to fight against him as she clinged onto him with one hand, and her other held her ghost.

one of his hand holding her body safely against his chest, the other returning to holding her ghost within her hand.

She felt more weaker in his arms and his grip tightened on her to keep her there.. alive..

With one glance up He saw a transparent version of his Sundance nodding at him..

Then he looked at Star and close his eyes once more, then open them as he felt himself flicker away slowly.. his light.. embraces her ghost with a blinding light..

"I love you... always will.." her silent confession was in her slow breath as she slowly loosing her vision from blood loss.

As his body shimmered and flickered, the light from within him slowly transferring to her ghost, he felt an aching in his chest. He held her gently, his hand brushing strands of hair away from her face.

Her whispered confession echoed in his ears, a bittersweet pride in his heart. He smiled weakly at her words, his voice barely audible under the weight of his sacrifice.

"I know," he murmured, his voice determined with a mix of sorrow and acceptance. "I do too.."

as she gazed up with a breath caught in her lungs painfully, she noticed how the traveler light thats surrounds them is covering Cayde up, like the light giving him wings, almost resembling an angel..

wich made her eyes sparkle.

Her grip on her ghost and the remaining part of Cayde tightened as she forced herself to burry her face in his neck one last time..

She wished this was just a sick nightmare and she will wake up in her bed with his Ace of Spades gun, and just ended up crying herself to sleep once more reading his journal..

but she knows she isnt dreaming.. she knows this is real.. and she hated it but she knews that he had to do this.. he wouldnt have stayed anyway.. she know he never wanted to hurt anyone by being back.

but the moment they shared she'll treasure it forever..

watching him flicker into pices and loosing his form she used her last strenght and kiss his cheek before she lost her sight.

As her lips pressed against his cheek, a wave of tenderness washed over him. It was a simple gesture, but in that moment, it held a world of meaning. He could feel the love and caring behind her touch, and in return, his own affection for her flared within him once more.

"My favorite little Light."

He held her tighter, his arms encircling her body as he felt his form start to fade away completely. The light enveloped him, lifting him away into the Traveler's embrace.

The white voide no more. they are back at the battle field they killed the Witness.

Suddenly her Ghost comes back to life gasping, look around and find his guardian on the ground unmoving.

"Guardian!" it exclaimed, floating to her side. "Hold on, please!"

It hovered over her motionless body, its tiny form thrumming with light energy as it tried to heal her wounds, doing what he always done, bribg his Guardian back.

she suddenly gasped as she clung to her chest, he resurected her.

she was breathing a little heavily as she looked around and see her Ghost floating above her..

"You okay.." she sadly smiled reaching up and hold onto her small companion.

Her ghost gently nuzzled against her hand, its small frame shivering slightly.

"There you are," it replied with a bit of relief in its voice. "what.. happened to you?"

He few closer to her to look at her face with a hit of worry.

she sat up and realized she had something on her chest... Its..

Cayde's harmonica.

oh..

Her fingers traced the outline of the harmonica, her touch gentle yet mournful. The sight of the Diamond and Ace mark on it was like a bittersweet reminder of the sacrifice he had made.

Her tears fell onto the harmonica, their trails glistening on the surface like tiny, sorrowful diamonds.

Her ghost hovered closer, resting against her shoulder as she clutched the harmonica tightly. He could feel her pain and grief, mirroring his own sadness at the loss of her former Hunter Vanguard.

Without a word, the ghost pressed its tiny frame against her cheek in a gesture of comfort.

She looked down at the harmonica in her hand, tears still welling up in her eyes as she mourned his loss. But as she held the instrument tightly, a sense of determination stirred within her.

She may have lost him, but she still had a part of him. She would carry on.

For him.

I've watched this about one hundred times.

Cayde-6 + twirling porn