“Will You Marry Me?” - “Yes, Of Course, I Will.”

Ok consider this... Hazard gets sick and refuses to admit he needs to be cared for until he all but passes out from fever and then gets all flustered and sappy when his S/O starts doting on him and forcing him to lay down and rest.

Fever

Hazard x Reader

A/N: Writing this as I have a cold is great therapy ngl anon, nice ol’ blanket and some soup.

Summary: some of the phreaks have been noticing that hazard hasn’t been taking care of himself lately…even when he’s sick

Hazard was as stubborn as a mule—and twice as proud. You’d noticed something was off for days now. His usual sharp movements had grown sluggish, his voice rougher, and his face was a permanent shade of red. But every time you tried to confront him, he’d brush it off with some gruff excuse.

It wasn’t until Boomslang, ever the watchful eye, cornered you in the hallway that you realized just how bad it had gotten.

“Hey” she called, her voice calm but firm. She crossed her arms, leaning against the wall. “I think you need to check on Hazard.”

You blinked at her, confused. “Why? What happened?”

“He’s been sick for days” she said, her expression unreadable. “I told him to rest, but of course, he blew me off. I saw him nearly fall earlier. He’s too stubborn to admit he needs help.”

“That does sound like him” you muttered, already heading toward where you’d last seen him.

Boomslang called after you, her tone dry. “Good luck. He’s impossible.”

When you found Hazard, he was exactly where you expected—still working, hunched over a desk with sweat dripping from his temple. His movements were jerky, and his shoulders sagged under what seemed like the weight of the world.

“Hazard” you said, stepping into the room.

“I’m busy” he snapped, not even looking up.

“You’re sick” you countered, your voice firm.

“I’m fine” he barked, his thick Scottish brogue rougher than usual. His accent always deepened when he was agitated, and now it rolled off him in waves. “I’ve nae got time fer this. There’s work tae be done.”

“You can’t even stand straight” you said, moving closer. “Boomslang told me you nearly fell earlier.”

His glare could’ve melted steel. “That wee tattletale’s got nae business stickin’ her nose in! I told her I dinnae need help, an’ I dinnae need yours either.”

You didn’t argue with him. Not yet. You just stood there, arms crossed, watching him sway on his feet like a leaf in the wind. His pride was his worst enemy, and you knew the only way to break through it was to let him run himself into the ground—literally.

It didn’t take long. Not five minutes later he stumbled mid-step, his knees buckling as his body gave out. You darted forward, catching him before he hit the ground.

“Jesus, Hazard!” you snapped, lowering him onto the couch. “What did I told you?”

His eyelids fluttered open, his gaze unfocused but still defiant. “Ach, dinnae fuss over me” he muttered weakly. “It’s just a wee fever.”

“A ‘wee fever’ doesn’t make people pass out” you shot back, pressing a cool cloth to his forehead.

He flinched at the touch, his face flushing even more. “I’m nae some bairn who needs coddlin’” he grumbled, though his voice lacked any real bite.

“Well, you’re acting like one” you said, dabbing at his sweat-soaked skin. “You should’ve come to me, Boomslang or hell even Susie the moment you started feeling like this. But no, you had to be all macho man about it.”

Hazard groaned, his arm draping over his eyes as though to block out your scolding. “Yer nae gonna let this go, are ye?”

“Not a chance” you said, your tone softening. “You scared me, Hazard. You can’t keep pushing yourself like this.”

For once, he didn’t argue. Instead, he let out a resigned sigh, his brogue softer now. “Yer too good tae me, love. I dinnae deserve it.”

“You deserve to be cared for” you said firmly, brushing a strand of damp hair from his face.

His cheeks darkened, though whether it was from the fever or embarrassment, you couldn’t tell. “Ye’ve got a way of makin’ a man feel like a right fool, ye know that?”

“Good” you replied with a smirk. “Now, shut up and rest you big baby.”

He huffed, muttering something under his breath in Gaelic, but he didn’t fight you. As the fever began to break, he mumbled a quiet, “Thank ye” before drifting off to sleep.

Boomslang was right—he was handy work. But he was your handy, and you weren’t going to let him go through this alone.

Symbrock aesthetic 🌑🌫

Let Me Keep You

notes: genji x gender neutral s/o

written in: english, not adapted to any other language (2/06/2023)

genre: angst with comfort, happy ending.

additional details: s/o / reader will be a support character, abilities are similar to ana but with lucio’s mobility. healing is done in the form of bullets from two handguns.

the mission was meant to be relatively simple. it was a quick mission, get in and get out. blood stained their face, covering the concrete and their hands. gods, it was all over them. the blood and gore of a poor sniper lying on the ground, eyes lifeless and unseeing. their pistols laid on the ground, long since discarded as they had finished the kill. they had slaughtered this poor, poor person; all with their own hands.

white noise filled their head, static pitching in and out of their ears. they couldn’t hear anything, they couldn’t even see. the only thing they saw was that sniper who hadn’t had a single clue what was about to happen. a finger on the trigger, they hadn’t expected the attack, their rifle discarded as they fought for their life. (name) had never taken a life. despite working for a hospital turned vigilante, their foundation had been against slaughter.

crumbling to their knees, the medic clawed at their arms. blood that belonged to the long deceased covered their torso, their very face. they had taken the life of someone who had likely had children; kids who would wonder where their parent had gone. or perhaps, that sniper had been like them. a street urchin taken off the roads and forced to fight with a gun they never learned to use.

abruptly, a figure pulled them into their lap. a shriek erupted from their lips, tearing at the arms holding them so securely around the waist. yanking and clawing at those mechanical arms, it felt like they had been snatched up from the water they were drowning in. breathing raggedly, their eyes looked around the empty street, taking in the insignias of fallen talon soldiers and the overwatch members standing tall. the figure made no noise, only pulling their head to rest against their chest. the shocking cold of machinery helped to ground them, their desperate clawing slowly giving in to the embrace.

sobs emit from their chest, a guttural cry wanting so badly to just escape. “i didn’t- i swear, i swear- i didn’t kill them, i didn’t! i’m not a murderer, i promise-! i promise, i didn’t- i never meant to kill them!”

the arms around them remain there, but something cold gently pressed against the top of their head. the gentle humming of machinery seemed to lull them, warbling cries turning only to quiet murmurs. rambling phrases of guilt and horror slowly became silent. after a long while of gentle sniffles, they finally spoke, “what did you want to be when you grew up?”

it was a voice that the medic hadn’t expected. a gentle voice of a man long scorned, a thick accent covering each syllable. their hands rested atop his arms, quietly tracing the different cracks and scratches in the armor. they hesitated for a long moment, gathering their thoughts.

“i wanted to be a doctor,” they responded. a hum was what they got in response, though one of the arms slowly released them. taking one of their hands in his, he carefully runs a thumb over their knuckles. hands covered in blood, they tried to snatch their hand from him, only for his grip to tighten.

“tell me more. i want to know more about what you wanted. did you have a specific idea of what kind of doctor you wanted to be?”

they paused for a long while, watching as he carefully ran his thumb along their hand. after another minute, he pulled away, returning only with a small wipe. vaguely, they wondered if he carried them around just for this situation. was he, too, stained with the crimson ichor of others? running the wipe along their hands and arms, they slowly found the strength to speak. “i wanted to help people.”

“a noble cause, i see. am i right in assuming that you think it isn’t possible, now that you’ve taken your first life?” it felt magnetizing but appalling all the same. feeling so seen, yet by someone who’s face they’d never tried to look at. they glance up, meeting a fully metallic figure. a green visor replaced where his eyes would be, yet if possible, they could feel the gentle and genuine care he extended.

“you’d be correct. it would be difficult to save lives if you can just as easily take them.” a hum of understanding. the fingers of startling cold slowed, the wipe resting in his left hand. pausing for a long while, he gauged his words. “you are not irredeemable for taking a life. you may not have realized, but for taking it from them, you saved another’s. there are people down there that i am rather fond of… that would have been unable to escape the sniper.”

the silence was loud. as the man’s grip fell from their hand, it instead began to trace circles in their wrist. a gentle sigh escaped the visor, the front of it resting against the top of their head. “…if you would be open to it, i can make a recommendation to take you with us. with overwatch, i mean. there are people who can help you. who have helped me, even. i don’t doubt that you can forgive yourself with their aid.”

they stared forwards for a long moment, turning around in his grip to stare back at the people below the vantage point. overwatch soldiers helping to cover the dead, most even helping the civilians. they watch as a woman with brunette hair vanished for a second, reappearing cradling a child covered in dirt and grime. an omnic below them was helping to ease a woman’s sorrows, not touching her but instead speaking in words they couldn’t quite hear. their gaze locked with a man staring at them, dark eyes merely observing with something akin to pity and sympathy.

“…i’ll think on it. at least keep my name in mind though, at least until i’m ready for that recommendation.” their hand gently squeezed his arm, glancing up at him. he tilted his head, shoulders seeming to slump a bit. “of course, though i’d need that name to even bring you up.”

“(name), but i’ve been called miracle too by the foundation.” the man nods, contemplating for a long moment. with one more circle rubbed into the back of their hand, he stood, carefully settling them onto their feet once more. he backed away with a slight lingering touch. “should you ever find our headquarters and take me up on the offer, you may say that shimada genji recommended you.”

a nod, and he vanished. a piece of paper fell, caught between your fingertips. “find where the water and rocks meet, ever fighting and ever learning.” a riddle, then? this would prove to be fun, hopefully.

seeing him again was not something they expected. biding their time, sitting in the foundation and learning, they grew. they wouldn’t make the same mistakes as before, their mind and instincts sharpened. now, as they stood in the central part of kanezaka, they waited. just as they had been doing for the past six months, they waited amongst the shadows for the time to strike.

then, just as intended, the sky fell. machinery and mechanical whirling filled the air and the streets, destroying everything in sight. peeling themselves off the wall and ensuring their skates were in place, they smirked. their intel wasn’t ever wrong when it came to finishing up the omnic crisis. darting out from the alleyway, they skated ahead, peeling along the fronts of stores as they approached the army.

with a cry of war, they launched themselves forwards. their dual pistols blazing, they slipped in between attacks and falling parts. fighting omnics was something much more their style, the bloodshed being something that they’d never grow accustomed to. it was one thing destroying non-sentient omnics and another to slaughter people, after all. abruptly, their wrist was snatched. with a yelp, they were thrown through the air.

a pair of hands grabbed them around the waist, eerily familiar but ever present. the gentle questioning of a certain accent filled their ears. “do you typically get yourself into danger like this? i thought we learned from last time.” a laugh bubbled from their lips, patting one of his hands as he set them down.

“perhaps, but it’s fun regardless. do you typically follow me around in case i’m in some kind of trouble, mister shimada?” the stiffening of his shoulders served as their answer. with another laugh, they turned to the growing army of omnics. cracking their neck left and right, the medic straightened their back.

“i hope you all have room for another doctor on your team, dear.” a gentle rumble of surprised laughter. “then i certainly hope you can keep up, hanii.”

Fluff for my man Genji ❤️❤️❤️

Genji Fluff HCs

(This is post Blackwatch Genji, bc I've written fluff for that Genji twice man)

For someone so badass, he can also be kind of needy

Genji is kind of like a cat, where he'll just get extra close to you and when you run your hands through his hair, the whirring of the machinery in his body makes a purr sound

So, he's basically cybernetic cat ninja?

Very cuddly, though it will take some reassuring since he thinks his body isn't viable for affection since it is mostly made from carbon fiber.

He is very wrong, it's smooth and glossy and can heat up or cool down which let me tell you now anon is super nice.

Genji, while he won't admit it, is still a gamer at heart.

Gaming nights where he'll sit on the floor with you in his lap

He used to play competitively in arcades, but he found that with you he prefers to play games where you two works as a team or just enjoy each other's company

If you don't play games, he'd still like you to join him and watch as he plays a story-based game like Witcher 3 or Dragon age

He enjoys music A LOT

You took Lucio's suggestion and asked Genji to hook up his suit to change color to the beat of the music

He loves nothing more than to goof around doing silly dance moves with his RGB suit going off

We all know, no matter how much you love Genji, he can't dance for shit. His dance emote says it all.

If it's movie night? You know he cries his ass off at Titanic

He can't sing either, but he'll clear the feels out of the air by singing Celine Dion's "My Heart Will Go On"

It's horribly out of tune, but also just utterly charming that Genji's even trying.

As a nighttime routine, he has to plug himself in to a massive industrial charger on his side of the bed forcing him to lay on his back. (Not without giving you goodnight hugs and kisses)

While Genji can't move, you however, still can.

You can lay on his chest or hold his hand, his body heating up the bed and if you fear the dark, he's a ninja nightlight to chase the shadows.

A/N: While I hate playing against him, he is cute to write.

Requests: CLOSED

You can also read the comic here.

If I Had A Heart [Destiny] {Cayde-6/Reader}

Series: ??? Chapter Title: If I Had A Heart Word Count: 2,270 words

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AN: Okay. It’s official… I was in denial, but now I’m a sad bean. I’m a sad sad bean, who only played Destiy for Cayde-6… And now he’s getting killed off… And imm punch Uldren in the fucking dick.

Continua a leggere

Can you do jealousy headcannon for Genji?

i can only crank out head canons rn bc writing one shots and drabbles is hard for me at the moment 😔

☽ ༚  ༵ ۰ ✧ ۰  ༵ ༚ ༵ ۰ ✧ ۰ 

— genji shimada x reader

Genji and Jealousy

We’re starting off with Blackwatch Genji. That’s where his insecurities are far worse. This is where his jealously stems from. His new body and comparing himself to everyone around him.

New robotic body, the flesh he still has scarred. He’s doesn’t feel like himself anymore.

Angry and disgusted of himself he feels like he isn’t worthy of anyone’s affections.

You join blackwatch shortly after him. You’re energetic, bubbly, caring, and friendly. Very much the opposite of the Blackwatch members.

You start talking to him first than the others. Trying to make conversation with him. But he’s usually unresponsive. Barely giving you a second glance.

Not because he’s annoyed by you, but because he just doesn’t understand why you’d want to talk to him out of the others.

Moira isn’t much of a friendly talker, Reyes is friendly enough but all work and rarely ever playful. Now Cassidy. Cassidy is a flirt. He’d watch him interact with you from the sidelines. Throwing you pick up line after pickup line.

Yes, Genji will get jealous over time as you continue to try to be friends with him. He slowly breaks down his walls around you.

This means when he sees Cassidy flirting with you he’d get insecure. Jealous even.

Cassidy only has a robotic arm. Genji is all metal in his eyes.

He gets moody when Cassidy walks over to the two of you, starting the conversation off with a flirtatious comment directed towards you.

Then he slinks off to go train to get whatever jealousy or anger he has building up out of his system.

He will feel guilty about getting jealous. You’ve never showed signs of reciprocating the same energy back to Cassidy. But he still gets annoyed whenever he takes your attention away from him.

The jealousy that bubbles in him when Cassidy interacts with you will slowly go away when he eavesdrops overhears a conversation between you and Cassidy. Telling him to stop with the flirting.

After that he’d be a little bit cocky around Cassidy. In a way where he gets touchy with you.

Having an arm on your back, standing closer to you than normal, walking you to places, letting you touch him when you think he needs a look over, stealing you away when Cassidy and you are in the middle of a conversation.

He’s a little shit during his Blackwatch days truly.

When both Blackwatch and Overwatch get shut down and everyone reunited years later. He won’t get as easily jealous as he used to. He’s found confidence and peace in his body thanks to Zenyatta and the other monks during his healing journey.

He’s older and more mature. More playful and carefree than he was back then. And you two are an official couple.

Yes there would be the occasional random that will try to flirt with you but he doesn’t give it a second thought anymore.

You always brush them off. There isn’t a need to be jealous since you remind him everyday of your love for him.

the intimate moments you have with genji during sex will never cease to make him weep. cuddle fucking him while kissing his scars, telling him how beautiful he looks. reminding him that his scars are progress from how far he's gotten to be laying here today. all from his hard work and preserverance. he'd shudder, nuzzling deeper into your chest. hands on your hips as he buries himself further onto you, wailing softly. genjis being so overwhelmed with your love and feels so out of body he cums, peppering kisses on your chest, entangling your bodies even closer. you feel his heart thumping with yours, in sync.

his scarred hand reaching to cradle yours, rubbing his thumb across the top.

"ありがとう[名前]、あなたがいなかったらとても迷っていたでしょう." he'd croak, biting back a sob, voice laced with tears, admiration, and love.

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barely any smut LOL but genji needs love and affection. also i feel during sex sometimes genji switches to Japanese and he doesnt even notice.

@sephirose asked for Guardian wedding things so here we go! Now, I'd say this is hc I made up for WatM universe so it's not canon or anything but!

1. Bride and groom can be used as terms but not always. The two sides of the wedding will have specific terms but I haven't polished them yet.

2. Left side/bride side is escorted to be "given away" by their Vanguard. It's up to the couple as to who is given away.

3. If it's a bride, her first dance is not with her new husband, but instead with her brides maids who are expected to torment the new groom through the night before finally allowing him a dance with his bride. Again, if traditional bride and groom roles are not used, it's still up to the couple as to who is on what end of this traditional.

4. Brides can use a hair style when walking down the aisle that has what is called a favor woven in. This favor is usually a scrap of cloth or small scarf that is then given to the maid of honor after the ceremony as she and the other bridesmaids change her hair style and dress for the reception. The maid of honor is to give the favor to a lover as a proposal whenever they wish. This is tweaked depending on the couple. This replaces the bouquets throwing in weddings of our era.

5. Both sides of the wedding party wear outfits and armor in the colors of their bride/grooms class. Example: The groom in a Titan so his wedding party and himself wear red and white.

If you guys are interested in more I have more!

Trespasser -  A comic video collab with Twitter user and my friend TheVanguardBR to celebrate Bungie Day!!

BR Portuguese dub with English captions in the following video

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