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A war that ravaged our planet until it was consumed by death, and the Cube was lost to the far reaches of space. We scattered across the galaxy, hoping to find it and rebuild our home. Searching every star, every world. And just when all hope seemed lost, message of a new discovery drew us to an unknown planet called… Earth. Transformers (2007) dir. Michael Bay

Wherever You Go

Bridget and Jaal spend a day together on Aya, and Bridget finally realizes Jaal has no intention of leaving her behind.

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@jessica-cooper Thank you so much for these amazing drawing of my guardians (and their lovers)! They are beautiful, and one of them might be the header for a future chapter of Forbidden!

Wait: Genji Shimada x Reader

Fear.

That’s all that rushed through his person as he pushed past doors and people, muttering apologies in his native tongue as he launched himself around corners and down hallways.

Fear.

He could barely breathe. He couldn’t speak clearly, rambling under his tongue in cut off words and phrases. He made no sense.

Fear.

What was left of his human parts were coiled tightly, precise, not missing a single beat against the metal floor of the Overwatch base. Metal feet colliding against the hard metal floors like a rabid symphony, scratches and cracking and squeaking and scuffing. It truly bled the ears.

Fear.

He knew no longer of the monk’s words. The painful trials of learning patience and long grueling time of relearning how to feel again were thrown out the window.

Fear.

The heat coming off of his face blinded him, steaming up the faceplates covering his face. His face was red under the metal coverings. Wet too, from salty tears and dribbles of snot like he were some scared little child again.

Fear.

Fear of losing you.

But his older brother followed. The older Shimada matched his younger’s speed once he took off from his place in one of the training rooms towards the medical bay. Upon turning the corner towards the sterile door, Hanzo had snatched at Genji’s shoulders, yanking him back. Folding the arms at the elbows, Hanzo grabbed Genji’s wrists and pressed him against the wall.

Both panting, Hanzo glared at his younger brother.

Footsteps could be heard follow, the jingle of spurs had followed, along with the calm calls of Genji’s master.

“You need to calm down,” Hanzo scolded. “What good will you running amuck do for them? In the state that they are in? You could distract them! They could slip up! They could die!”

“Let me go, anija!” Genji spat, attempting to yank himself away from the older Shimada. “I need to see them!”

Instead, he only grunted as Hanzo pressed him closer to the wall.

“Not until you calm down.”

Cole and Zenyatta had rounded the corner, the cowboy out of breath and grasping at his knees, panting like a wild dog. Zenyatta tilted his head towards his student before humming softly.

Hanzo and Cole alike were both shocked to see the omnic suddenly stand on two feet. In their time of knowing Zenyatta at the base, the omnic always seemed to defy the laws of gravity and float everywhere in a lotus position.

“Let go of his wrists, Hanzo,” he calmly advised, placing his metal hand on top of Genji’s tense shoulder. The older brother hesitated before sighing, releasing Genji’s wrists. “He is right, Genji. You cannot panic now for their safety and health. Miss Ziegler and the other medics are doing what they can to help them.”

Just as Genji opened his mouth, the door opened. Ana Amari stepped out, adjusting her eyepatch as a tear slipped from under the black cover. She was shocked to see the four outside, but eyed Genji the most. Her eyes softened before she sighed.

“Ana?” Cassidy whispered.

“They’ve lost a lot of blood. Angela is doing what she can to save them,” she mumbled. She stepped away from the door. “You can sit in the viewer if you need to, but… I wouldn’t stay long.”

Upon hearing those words, Genji rushed inside only to stop dead in his tracks at the window. One way, bright, crowded. A small screen sat in the corner, a view from above looking down on…

Genji felt Cole’s hand on his shoulder, but paid no mind to it as he watched your face.

Stitches across your face, bruised, bloody still and bandaged to all hell. You had caught in an explosion in Dorado, Los Muertos’ doing. You were in a small building when it had happened.

If you were right outside…

Genji didn’t even want to think about what would’ve happened.

He could already see some equipment that took him back to when he was initiated into Blackwatch. Cybernetics.

You had lost a body part… Maybe more. He remembered how devastating it was for him to lose both of his legs and a whole forearm.

“Genj…” Cassidy murmured, “they’ll be alright.”

He could only imagine how terrified you were, how much you were screaming and crying from the agony. Reinhardt had told him you were strong though, even as he and Morrison dug through the wreckage to find you. He saw how the old German warrior was saddened that even he couldn’t stop this from happening.

He felt like he would vomit right there.

Cole and Hanzo stepped outside after Zenyatta waved them off. The two were left in near silence. They could only hear your faint heartbeat fluttering every now and then.

“I know that this is a hard time for you, Genji,” Zenyatta hummed. He placed a hand on Genji’s shoulder and watched the screen with his student. Precise fingers worked on your body, tools were passed and needles dug in and out of your skin, sealing it closed as other needles numbed your body. “I know that you are suffering, that time is cruel to you as to us all during this tragedy. But know that even as time may take away what we love the most and how it may bring pain and agony, know that time will also heal all wounds and time will allow you both to grow. But sadly, all we can do now is wait.”

Genji said nothing, only letting his shoulders slouch. He was defeated. There was nothing the ninja could do now but wait just as his master had said.

“How about we meditate on this and we can discuss how we can help them after they wake up? Perhaps brightening up your shared quarters with some flowers?”

Genji looked to his master before smiling. Zenyatta, all the wiser, knew despite the faceplates blocking his view, that his student would do so at the drop of a pin.

And so the two sat in the viewing room, listening to your heartbeat slowly growing stronger.

say you’ll remember me

pairing - gabriel reyes x f!reader wc -  1,800 ish warnings - fluff and angst, unrequited love, implied sexual content notes - au ficlets based off the prompt of dream, also on ao3!

Congratulations on your engagement, reads the card. You gush over how adorable the design is and grow more excited upon opening it to see everyone’s names scribbled within.

Everyone you both loved had come together, filling every inch of the card with love.

“We always knew you’d end up together.” “To Mr and Mrs Reyes.” “Here’s to forever with your true love." 

The well wishes go on, and as you read each one aloud, he presses gentle, chaste kisses along your bare shoulder, your slender neck.

You feel so right in his arms, talking with elation about how much you can’t wait to be his wife. You snuggle back into him, resting your head on his chest–making both of you feel complete. Gabriel has never felt so whole in his entire life, yet he knows the feeling will only grow with each day–when you finally become his till death do you part.

He never in a million years thought he’d have this. That through SEP, Overwatch, Blackwatch, and beyond, he’d find you. His perfect match, his true love.

He closes his eyes for a moment, overwhelmed with contentedness, and when he opens them again, you’re no longer cuddled on the couch.

You’re both curled up in bed, both naked and spent, a sheen of sweat covering you both. Pleasure trickles throughout his entire body, and you’re both unsure where one of you ends and the other begins.

You both feel him softening, feel the way his seed leaks out of you–but the real treat is the way he holds you in his arms, both of you feeling safe and completely like you belong.

There’s not a place in the world that either of you would rather be.

"That was amazing.” You sigh, your voice breathy.

He presses a kiss to the top of your head, before tilting up your chin and kissing you with every fiber of his being.  "I love you so much, Y/N.“

You kiss him back with equal passion, and can’t fight the smile off of your face as you cling to him. "I love you too Gabriel, with everything I have.”

“Commander Reyes?”  

Your voice pulls him out of his dreams, along with the gentle touch on his shoulder—he comes slamming back into the harsh reality.

“The dropship isn’t far out now.” You whisper, knowing he’ll be eager to get back to base.

After the firefight, the two of you had been left stranded, surrounded by smoldering buildings and dead Omnics. It wasn’t what either of you were expecting.

Reyes had spent every last scrap of energy getting the two of you to safety, so while you waited for evac, you promised to watch over him as he slept. Granted, it wasn’t ever going to be great, the pair of you using rubble as pillows.

At one point, the Commander’s head had drifted onto your shoulder, until he woke up with a start.

He takes a good few moments to fully adjust, realizing where he is and what just happened.

“Thanks.” His voice is quiet and measured. “ETA?”

“5 minutes.” You reply softly, a kind, friendly smile on your face. Now he has no use for your shoulder, you shuffle away.

He nods simply fighting back the thoughts swimming in his brain. He was used to it, the embers of his inappropriate crush, but he usually had a better handle on it.

Right now, he felt like he was bleeding out, left on the battlefield to die. It had nothing to do with the fight and everything to do with the ache of waking. Of realizing that all you’ll ever be to him is an agent, because he would never think you could love him like the woman who wanted to be his wife.

He observes you silently, noticing the way you tap your fingers across your gun with anxious impatience, and that you still look so beautiful after everything you’ve been through. You hadn’t known each other long, but he knew you to be dependable, and uncharacteristically, he was completely smitten.

“(Y/N).” He starts, unable to use your rank after feeling so intensely close to you. He realizes quickly he doesn’t know what to say–how can he explain how he suddenly feels so close to you, knowing you don’t feel the same?

“Yes, Commander?” Your use of his title gives him whiplash.

Mr and Mrs Reyes, he thinks, the ones in the dream—they have to have started somewhere.  

Every cell in his body screams to say something, to make that first step and hopefully set you on the course of events that would lead to you being just as close as you were in the mirage.

Distant whirring interrupts his thoughts, and whatever words were going to come next die on his tongue.

“You did good today.” He smiles to try and disguise his pain.

“I didn’t do much, thank you for getting me out of there.” You offer meekly.

“I’ve got your back.” His words are certain and earnest.

“I’ve got yours too.”  

He wonders if that’s the closest he’ll ever get to hearing I love you leave your lips. Each praise or affirmation from your lips makes him soar, and yet still leaves him yearning.

His thoughts go around in circles, desperately trying to think of ways to bridge the gap between what he had felt and the chasm between you now.

You two pull yourself up from the pile of rubble, ready to head out to board the dropship.

“Can I ask you something?” It’s you who breaks the silence, your eyes fixed shyly on him.

“Sure.” He can’t bear to meet your eyes.

“What were you dreaming about?”

Had he said her name aloud? Moaned at the height of the dream?

“Why?” His gruff demeanor doesn’t appear any more defensive than he usually is—even if he most certainly feels it. He finally meets your eye, seeing softness there instead of judgment as you begin to speak.

“You had this little smile on your face, and you looked so peaceful. It was nice.”

“My wife.” He huffs a laugh. “Though, she only exists in the dream.”

“Oh.” He can see a range of emotions flicker across your face, as you seem uncertain how to react. “Well, I hope one day you find her for real.”

He laughs at the cruel irony and turns away—wondering how after today, things will ever be the same between you two again.

“Cariño.” His voice is a blessing as it drifts into your dream, the most heavenly sound you could imagine.  

“I missed you so much. I’m sorry I haven’t seen you in a while…” You turn, immediately falling into his embrace. Your hands slip to caress his face, tracing his skin as you desperately refamiliarise yourself with his visage.  

He holds you in return, the touch of his skin on yours bringing you deep peace you haven’t felt in his absence.  "Not been sleeping well?“ 

He knows you haven’t because you’ve barely seen him.  

"Something like that.” You sigh, letting the stress melt away, the problems barely touching you now you’re together. “It’s this double-edged sword, of missing you and needing you, and then those thoughts keeping me away from you.”

“We’re together now.” He kisses your forehead sweetly as he reassures you.  

Your fingers drift across his skin, sweeping to his brow. “You have a new scar.”  

“Nasty fight.” He brushes it off with a smile. “Don’t worry about it.”  

“How can I not?" 

He smirks, removing your hands from fussing so he can kiss them. "Maybe you could kiss it better." 

You stand on your tiptoes, your lips pressing gently against the jagged cut. "My warrior." 

"Now let me kiss you properly.” His voice lowers to more of a growl, as he rushes to kiss you senseless. His large hands hold you still as his lips caress yours, his tongue making love to you.

He pulls away momentarily, leaving you dizzy beyond belief. 

“If you keep kissing me like that, we’re not going to stop at just kissing.” You smirk, your body already buzzing in a way that’s only possible with him. 

“I don’t want to stop until you’re screaming my name.” His kisses fall to your neck as his hands grasp at your flesh. “I can’t get enough of you.’

"I can’t either, fuck.” You sigh dreamily as he paws at you, claiming your body for his own.  

“That’s it, baby, let me hear those sounds.” He purrs. “Say my name.”  

“Yes!” His name is on the tip of your lips when—

You wake with a start, your heart immediately aching at his absence. Your skin feels cold, your bed feels empty. It’s as if his lips and his touch were right there, only to be ripped away.

You scramble to the nightstand, desperate to grab the sketch pad so you can start sketching what you remember.

His locks of hair, his dark eyes, the dog tags around his neck. It’s so familiar and yet so achingly distant. This time you got close, or closer at least, to knowing more about the man who always comes back to your dreams.

You suppose it’s a sign of your loneliness, that you keep having the same dreams over and over, that his face keeps appearing and he acts like he’s loved you for a lifetime already.

With a final stroke of the pencil, this sketch is complete—his adoring eyes staring at you as he strokes your face.

You swap the sketchpad for your phone, navigating to your messages.

“I dreamt of him again…”  

Your friend replies almost immediately.

“Oh (Y/N), we need to get you a date.”  

You smirk at your phone, locking it and heading into the kitchen, ready to start your day. You flick the coffee pot on first, then the TV, and immediately drift to thoughts of what mornings with him might be like as you grab a mug.

“With another successful high-profile mission completed, the group ended with a press conference with the man behind it all, Strike Commander Morrison.”

Admittedly, you didn’t pay too much attention to Overwatch, especially in these more peaceful times. Strike Commander Morrison was always making great speeches though. Your eyes were fixated on the screen, focusing on Jack Morrison until your eyes drift to the grumpy visage of the man standing behind him to the left.

The mug you were holding falls to the ground, smashing into dust.

There he is—the man from your dreams.

Unlike Jack, all blonde hair and Overwatch blues, he’s dressed in darker tones with a beanie perched on top of his head.

The frown on his face is one you haven’t seen much in your dreams, and it makes your soul yearn to reach out and comfort him.  You want to earn those sweet smiles he gives you, and see the tension lift from his shoulders.

But this man, he’s not yours. He isn’t the one in your dreams.

Because even if he looks just like him, the man in your dreams isn’t real.

*Rats surries across floor*

"We request smooches from genji and Zenyatta"

hello my rat friends!!! of course you may get smooches from the lovelies!!

You were the only one who was ever allowed to see Genji's face anymore. He was too scared to show anyone else the scars he had obtained, but you? No, never you. He knew you would look past the scars and still call him beautiful. He knew you would cup his face and tell him just how much you loved him, not caring about the gnashes in both his skin and his life.

"You wanna go to the arcade?" Genji rushed into your room, throwing the door open.

"Please?!" You stood up quickly as Genji began putting on his mask.

Before he was able to put it on, you moved it down and pressed a kiss onto his lips, shocking him a little bit into a smile.

"Stawp." He blushed as you wrapped your arms around him into a hug.

"Ready for the arcade?" You asked, quickly pulling away from said hug.

"Yes, but one moment." Genji covered your face in little kisses and dragged you to the arcade, slipping on his mask as you sighed lovingly with goo goo eyes.

"Can we go on that date yet?" You whispered to Zen.

Zen shot you a look, but chuckled. "I'm meditating. Give me one second please?"

You just nodded and sat in silence, quickly getting bored. You scooted closer to Zen. And then closer. And then closer.

The omnic sighed heavily and turned to you. "y/n, please."

"Sorry." You said, trying not to giggle.

After a few more moments of that terrible silence, Zenyatta wrapped his arms around you and pulled you close. "Thank you for your attempted patience, y/n. We can go on that date now."

"Yay!!" You hugged Zen back and kissed him on his cold cheeks while he nuzzled against you before helping you up to go on your date.

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<3 if you want character smooches, my inbox is open! <3

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So we all know how weirdly antagonistic Haz is to Mercy. Ever think it's because he saw her as a saviour when he was younger, but got dissolutioned so hard by his accident that he began to grow a specific dislike for her? Like he was waiting in the hospital hoping that an angel would appear and make the pain go away, only for him to be abandoned by the system to suffer alone? I think about it.

Honestly, that's such a raw and compelling interpretation of Hazard's character. I could totally see it—he was probably at his lowest point, clinging to the hope that someone like her would swoop in and save him, like the angel of mercy that she is supposed to represent. Instead, he was left to rot in a broken system, and that betrayal might've cut deeper than any physical wound. It's not just a dislike for Mercy as a person; it's the shattering of an ideal she represented to not just him but possibly everyone.

Every time he sees her, it could be a reminder of the hope he once had—and the pain of realizing that hope was misplaced. It’s not just personal, it’s existential. Maybe that bitterness fuels his drive to rely on himself, even to a fault. That’s why the second voice line with him and her—

For reference:

Mercy: Given the injuries you've sustained... you must be in an immense amount of pain.

Hazard: Let me guess: you want to poke and prod, make it all go away?

Mercy: Well, an examination certainly couldn't hurt.

Hazard: Examine all you like. It won't mend the harm you've done.

This exchange is brimming with tension and layered with resentment, it perfectly illustrates the fractured dynamic between them. His bitterness is palpable, but it’s not just anger—it’s deeply rooted disappointment.

When Mercy acknowledges his pain, her concern comes across as genuine, but to Hazard, it likely feels like empty words.

Listen, I'm going to chew on Hazel, he isn't safe from me!

That being said, I imagine this lorge man is just *so* warm and cuddly. Could I ask for a warm cuddle sesh with him and his freeze baby S/O?

Thank you so much for the Hazard food, btw.

-Jaki 💖

Giant Heater

Hazard x Reader

A/S: Alright you lil PHREAKS it’s time for a cuddle sesh, we all need a lil aftercare after all :].

Summary: Lately it’s gotten colder than usual and what better way to warm up than to cuddle your giant human heater.

The chill in the air was relentless, a biting cold that seeped into your bones no matter how tightly you wrapped yourself in the blankets. Two layers deep, and it still felt like the cold was winning. Your breath puffed out in small, visible clouds, a stark reminder that winter had fully arrived.

The heater in your room groaned and sputtered, but it did little to fight off the icy grip of the night. Shivering, you pulled the blankets tighter around you and stared at the ceiling, debating your next move.

There was only one solution that made sense.

You tiptoed through the hall, careful not to make a sound, and found yourself standing outside Hazard’s door. Your fingers hesitated on the handle for a moment before you quietly opened it. The room was dark, save for the faint purple glow of a lava lamp on the bedside table. Hazard lay sprawled beneath a thick comforter, his chest rising and falling in a steady rhythm.

He looked peaceful, his sharp features softened in sleep, his usually intense presence muted by the quiet of the room. You hesitated again, feeling a pang of guilt for disturbing him, but another shiver wracked your body, urging you forward. You padded over to his bed and slid beneath the covers. The warmth was immediate, but not enough—so you scooted closer until your body was pressed against his.

He stirred almost instantly, a low, rumbling groan escaping his lips. His arm fell away from his face, and his sleepy, half-lidded eyes turned toward you.

“What’re ye doin’?” His voice was thick with sleep, the rich Scottish lilt making it sound softer than usual.

“Freezing” you mumbled, already nestling into him. Your arms wrapped around his waist as you pressed your face against his chest.

Hazard blinked, then huffed a low chuckle. “Ach, yer colder than a bloody snowstorm. Could’ve warned me, aye?” Despite the grumble in his tone, his arms moved to envelop you, pulling you even closer.

You murmured something incoherent, too focused on soaking up his warmth to respond properly. His chest rumbled against you as he let out another laugh, this one softer, almost affectionate.

“Ye’re like a wee cat, burrowin’ under the covers” he teased, his hand moving to rest on your back. “Next time, just get in. Don’t fash yersel’ about askin’.”

“Didn’t wanna bother you” you muttered, voice muffled against him.

“Bother? Ye’re daft if ye think cuddlin’ is a bother. Now quit wrigglin’ and let me get back tae sleep, sweet cheeks.” His arms tightened around you, trapping you snugly against him.

The heat of his body chased away the cold almost instantly, and you felt yourself relaxing, the tension in your muscles melting away. His fingers idly traced circles on your back as he mumbled, “Ye’re lucky I’m such a generous heater, aye?”

“Mm, very lucky” you agreed sleepily, already drifting off. You couldn’t see the way his gaze softened as he looked down at you, but it was there—clear adoration shining in his sleepy eyes. A small smile tugged at his lips as he watched you, your breathing evening out as the cold finally let you relax. Hazard’s chuckle was the last thing you heard before sleep claimed you, the sound warm and reassuring.

“Daft wee little thing” he muttered under his breath, his tone dripping with affection. “Can’t believe ye’d suffer alone when I’m right here.”

His arms tightened around you briefly before his own exhaustion began to claim him again. With one last glance at you—so small and peaceful in his embrace—he closed his eyes, his heart feeling impossibly full.

The world outside remained bitterly cold, but within Hazard’s arms, you found a warmth that nothing could touch. And as the two of you drifted off to sleep, it was clear he wouldn’t have traded this moment for anything.

Arcee’s vehicle mode.

"He shot me. With my own gun! And he's STILL. HERE."

"Crow is not Uldren."

"Just like I'm not Cayde."

“I see you still have Ace.” A voice coos, floating to the left of the guardian,

The guardian haulted at the familiar voice, a shadow that claimed their friends voice to turn them into twisted malice to torment.

The guardian took a deep breath trying to steady themselves. Continuing on through the depths of the Leviathan. To hunt down and put an end to the floating faces.

The nightmare of Cayde 6 hovered beside the Guardian, watching them move through the Leviathan. It made a point to make as much noise as possible, so that it could get under the guardians skin.

It watched them silently before speaking. “So you’re not going to address me at all?” it asked, its voice tinged with a hint of annoyance.

The guardian kept walking. Trying to push through the shadows taunts. "It's not Cayde-" They mutter softly. Mostly to remind themselves,

It chuckled at the Guardian's muttering. "And how do you know that?" The shadow asked, floating right in front of the guardian cutting them off.

It leaned in close to the Guardian's face. "What makes you so sure that I'm not him?" It asks with a familiar smirk,

The guardian glanced up meeting its red optics. "Caydes dead." Moving passed the nightmare uneasily. Just trying to focus on the task at hand, praying the shadow would go away.

The nightmare chuckled at the Guardians attempt to ignore him, moving back behind them, continuing to taunt.

"Such conviction. So sure of yourself that you know the truth." It mused. "But is it really the truth?" It said, suddenly appearing in front of them again, stopping them from moving.

It leaned in close enough, almost enough to touch. "Or is it a lie to ease your conscience..." It whispered softly. "Because there's one problem you failed to address.."

The guardian looks up silently. Their fists clenching and unclenching uneasily. Remaining silently for a few moments too long. They turn their head away trying to remain composed despite their heart beating loud enough in their ears.

The nightmare could see the anxiety that was beginning to build on the Guardians face. It knew it was getting to them, which was exactly what it intended.

It chuckled darkly at their silence, “Can’t bring yourself to speak, can you?” It said, moving closer. “Come now, you used to be so talkative.” The shadow muttered sarcastically, "Here I'll give you a hint....his first name is Uldren and his last name is Sov." the shadows voice bleeds with anger.

"Crow is not Uldren." The guardian mutters quietly. Their composure failing as they hesitantly step back,

The nightmare laughs at their words, "Oh, so you do speak." The shadow says in a condescending tone.

It steps closer, its body practically touching the Guardian's now. "You really think that by giving him a new name changes who he is?" It sneers, "he's still the same person that killed me, that took my life!" It says, itss voice becoming more sinister. It shifted away before turning back,

"That's what you tell yourself isn't it?" The nightmare replied, following them. "You say he's not Uldren anymore, that he's a different person. But the question is, do you really believe that?" The shadow questioned, towering over the guardian menacingly.

The guardian stumbled backwards staring up at the nightmare their eyes widened. "Hes-"

The shadow was quick, and grabbed the Guardian by the collar of their armor and yanked them closer. It gripped their armor with a tight grasp and held them up in front of its face, "He's what?" The nightmare said, its eyes flashed red. “Finish the sentence."

The guardian stiffened at The Shadows hold. "Hes not Uldren- he-" They stammered out.

The Guardians answer caused the nightmare to grip tighter on their collar, "He’s not Uldren you say? Then who is he?” The shadow demanded in harsh tone. It leaned in closer to the Guardians face. “Answer me! He used my own gun to kill me and he's STILL. HERE." It seethed angrily.

The shadow threw the guardian down and scoffed. Vanishing into the darkness leaving them to stew in their thoughts.