Florence-castle - Peacewalker, The Lady Who Walks Into The Peace

My own Knuckles the Echidna headcanons! ❤️

• He only has a small handful of blurry memories of this parents; with those he can guess that he got his strength from his father. Sadly, he doesn’t remember how they passed.

• Underneath his big gloves are actually white claws. Every male echidna had these, hence having to wear those type of gloves, while the females had regular hands.

• Knuckles considers Sonic as his competitive younger brother and the two go out of their way to take on any bet they throw at each other.

• We know that he really loves grapes, but the purples ones are his favourite.

• Having to feed himself since his youth, Knuckles grew into a fine chef. From only using fruits from Angel Island, to savoury and spices given to him by his friends. They love his cooking.

• There is only one whom can be equal to Knuckles’ strength within an arm wrestling match - Big the Cat!

• Being isolated for so long has caused him to be a little shy around girls; especially Rouge after the Ark incident. She began acting all flirty with him and he doesn’t know how to react.

• How was Knuckles able to travel with his friends without worrying about the Master Emerald? He asked Tails to build a survalience system to keep an eye on it briefly.

My contribution ft. @cissyswonderland for the @redactedtfzine project!

A nice little story of one war tactician and a gladiatorial games manager.

- Oh cavolo... possiamo avere un ultimo bacino? 😢💔 - Certo tesoro... ma niente denti. 😊😘❤ - Visto? Niente denti. 🥺🤗

He kiss and hug 🖤

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genji kneeling in front of you so you can remove his mask and see him. he’s so vulnerable with you and is literally putting everything he has in ur hands <33

after the accident genji had shut everyone and everything out. he didn’t want to be seen, ashamed. he didn’t want friend, let alone a lover. but then you waltzed into his life. and suddenly he was more careful on missions. he actually feared dying, feared being taken away from you. who would be there to save you if you couldn’t hold your own ground?

he loves you with everything he has left of him. he never thought someone could love him for what he had become. never imagined someone as sweet, soft as you. would love and cherish someone like him. someone with blood on their hands.

he’d kill for you, he’d die for you. anything, for you.

omg he’s so <333. i <3 genji w everything i have.

Airachnid appreciation post because I’m going to miss her while she’s stuck in stasis.

Love is Green Christmas Special (Reader x Genji Shimada)

A/N: OH HELL YEAH *excited screeching*

A Late Merry Christmas and Happy Hanukkah to you nerds!

Warning: Artistic license that bends canon just a tiny bit (ok, it’s a break, but it’s a tiny break! Just a fracture.)

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Florence Castle's Humanformers AU

Paige White AKA Peacewalker

Original Character made by me

HERE IS MY TAKE ON GENJI because no one asked:

Genji was once a man with nothing but anger in his heart. When he was deployed in Blackwatch, it had blinded him to their clandestine operations. Much more than that, it had blinded him from reality. Genji’s own brother, the one person he had trusted the most, was willing to sacrifice him for no other means than to uphold the very legacy Genji had been born into. In his youth, he felt blessed to be a Shimada. But after that day, he realized his name was nothing more than a curse.

But he had grown wiser, saw the error of his ways once he had trained under Zenyatta. His mind was no longer fogged with turmoil. Rather, he had come to peace with the events of his past. He had considered himself a different man, then. Forged himself anew, approached life with a different perspective. And when he met you, he felt his life changing for the better. Butterflies arose in his chest, his heart fluttered, and he cherished every moment the two of you shared.

He knew it was wrong. He knew he was feeding the dragon inside him he never wanted to awaken. But he couldn’t deny who he was, a Shimada. It was in his blood to fight for what he wanted, to possess you in anyway he could. All his efforts to suppress his desires had no effect. No amount of excess training nor meditation could stop him from thinking of you. In fact, his deepest fears were only beginning to fester further the more he tried to neglect them. Impulses and compulsions began to manifest. He followed you. Learned your routine and centered his life around it, sneaking long walks to trace your every move. You were none the wiser, thinking every meeting was nothing more than a coincidence. He endeared your naivety and your innocence that allowed him to remain in the shadows of your life.

The anger that had once consumed him before had begun to turn into something far more dangerous. Love. Because he wanted it. He didn’t want to dispel it like a plague, he wanted to nurture it, allow it to blossom into the most beautiful flower. Loving you from afar made him feel whole. Tore him apart from what ailed him, soothed his aching soul that hadn’t felt so light as when he was with you.

When Genji’s father passed, there was no room for love in his life. His father kept their family pure. He and Hanzo were unadulterated by the thirst for power, he had hardly understood it then. All he knew was the freedom to frolick in his family’s luxuries and his own youthful innocence.

Though now he had liberated himself from his former trauma, he enjoyed your company because it reminded him of those simpler times. You were kind to him, just as he remember his mother’s kindness before she too tragically passed. But he could feel the love he was yearning for in you, and he would to anything to take it.

Mine - Part 1/2

In which Genji has to prove who you belong to.

tags (this part): protective! genji, possessive! genji, genji x reader, check next part for more tags

a/n: hi loves! i'm posting this in two parts as the POVs are slightly different. I'm also still writing part 2 as I want it to be absolutely perfect for you all, and I'm partially debating if I even want to post part 2 lol anyway!! i hope you all enjoy this!!

Genji is not somebody that loses control of his emotions. He always has them locked down. It’s one of the reasons he is so good at what he does. He’s able to turn himself off in a way that most people can’t. But it is also the reason that he is so damn frustrated. There’s one thing he can’t turn off, one person that demolishes his ability to control his emotions. You. 

The two of you have known each other for quite some time now. It’s hard to avoid somebody when you both live at Overwatch Headquarters. The building may be big, but the two of you always seemed to find each other. You’d had a fair amount of talks together, then one day you shocked him by inviting him to a movie night you were throwing with a couple of the other agents. He can still remember that night.

“Have you seen this one before?” You ask Genji, readjusting in your bean bag. He’s in the one next to you and glances over, his eyes taking in your entire form. The movie night was held in the training room, the floor to ceiling windows casting your frame in moonlight. 

“Nah, I don’t watch too many movies these days,” Genji replies. His eyes flutter to the screen where some horror movie plays. 

“How are you so calm? This is scary!” You say, pulling the blanket in your lap up higher. Genji doesn’t miss the way you lean a little closer to him now than you did while watching the first movie, which was a comedy. Part of Genji wants to say that he’s seen things, experienced things, scarier than anything that could be shown on a screen, but he can’t bring himself to dampen your mood. You are always so bright, and he doesn’t want to taint that. 

“I don’t-” he starts to say, but is cut off by a shrill noise from the screen. The killer jumps through a window and pins another victim, the jumpscare nearly making Genji jump in his seat. It takes a minute for his brain to realize it, but he feels your soft hair on his shoulder, and your ragged breaths against his neck. One of your hands is wrapped around his arm, clutching onto him. His hands twitch with the urge to hold you tighter, to run away any fear.

You start laughing softly, your face still buried in his neck. The soft sound and your touch brings goosebumps to his skin, and he longs to touch you. He gives in to that urge, just slightly, and places his hand atop yours. He squeezes it softly and he swears he hears a hitch in your breath, but you pull away. 

“I’m sorry,” you say, and Genji smiles, even if you can’t see it under the fabric mask he has on. Your cheeks are flushed pink, either from embarrassment or fear, and it makes Genji’s heart flip. 

That was a couple months ago, and Genji’s feelings shifted as time passed. He started longing for time spent with you. It’s the same now, but different. That longing transformed into a hunger, deep and insatiable. One he can feel in his bones, in his very soul, when he sees you. At first, he wrote it off as just being sexual desire, just a need, but he realized quickly that it was much more than that. Carnal urges were nothing compared to the hunger he had, still has, for you. 

Now, he has to watch as another agent flirts with you. Your bright smile and soft laugh shine through the large room, and Genji’s jaw ticks. That is a smile that should be his. Cassidy sits in the chair next to Genji and tries to ask him something, but Genji can’t focus on the conversation. Cassidy turns to follow Genji’s gaze, then sighs and shoots back the last of his whiskey. 

“You knew there was going to be flirting here tonight, Genji,” Cassidy says. It’s true. The sponsor evening was planned a long time ago, and while it is not meant for the agents, they are required to attend and often go home with each other. It’s one of the few times they’re all in the same area and able to openly socialize like this. 

“If he touches them one more time,  I’ll knock his teeth out,” Genji says through gritted teeth when the agent runs his hand down your arm. If he remembers correctly, the agent is named Gale. 

“Yeah, I’m sure that would go over well,” Cassidy grunts as he calls the bartender over for a refill. “Why don’t you just talk to them?” 

“It’s not that simple,” Genji shakes his head. He adjusts the suit he’s wearing until the shurikens tucked under his sleeve rattle. 

“No? And why is that?” Cassidy asks. He takes another sip from his now refilled glass. Genji’s eyes flick to the bar, debating ordering himself a drink. 

“One-sided shit never works,” Genji says and Cassidy barks out a harsh laugh. 

“One-sided? You’re so dense,” Cassidy starts. He turns and glances at you and then back again. “They’ve been stealing glances at you all night, even while talking with Gale.” 

“No-” Genji starts, his eyes darting to you. You are watching him, and a soft smile appears on your face when the two of you lock eyes. His heart dips at that smile, which is somehow completely different than the one you had been giving Gale. The two of you only keep eye contact for a few more seconds, then Gale steps in front of your gaze. 

“I thought somebody as observant as you would have noticed, Genji,” Cassidy says with a laugh. It appears that when it comes to you, Genji is different in every way. He’s utterly see-through and painfully dense, apparently. 

“Fuck you, Cassidy,” Genji says, ignoring the clear stab, and stands from his stool. Cassidy responds with a deep chuckle, then goes back to his whiskey. Genji starts to cross the large space, ignoring the few eyes watching him as he goes.He’s done watching you, not making a move. Done seeing others flirt with you. Done trying to be selfless. You’re his. You have been since that night in bean bags, even if neither of you knew it at the time. 

No more, little angel. You’re mine, and it’s time everybody knows that.

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