Smol Destiny Squad Part 1.

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.

Well, it's been a minute soo. . .

Here is My Movie Sonamy Headcanon (Part 2)✨

💙🩹🩷

How they go on dates?

They sneak out ofc! (Ok so just hear me out!)

So, since they are basically teenagers, I feel that it would make sense cuz they know Tom and Maddie wouldn't let them out too late at night

Also I like to think that they are keeping their relationship a secret from Tom and Maddie since they feel too nervous to do so (also for fun cuz again, teenagers) and only Tails and Knuckles know ofc. So Sonic and Amy like to wait till everyone is asleep, and they go out on whatever they have planned for their date that night. And ofc they come back home late at night and yes they both become very tired in the morning, they use the excuse of hedgehogs being nocturnal (which is true for real hedgehogs btw) and with Tails and Knuckles help, they don't get caught.

But it brings the question Will they tell Tom and Maddie that they are dating?

Yes, but when they are a bit older but they will leave out the fact that they were dating for years by then

And that's another Movie Sonamy headcanon

💙🩹🩷

When Darkness strikes

Destiny 2 short fic My Guardian x Cayde-6 SFW

After about an hour of radio silence the confirmation call from the Fireteam on the moon, Titan, finally came through. But they brought no good news. The team had prevented a Hive ritual, however, the Guardians they were sent in to rescue had been lost. This struck the Vanguard heavily. They weren’t expecting to add nine more names to the list of fallen Guardians so soon after the Red War.

Continua a leggere

The girl

Fandom: Overwatch

Pairing: Genji Shimada X Reader

Words: 306 

Warnings: Kidnapping (sort of)

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 only bed worth sleeping’s the one right next to you” -cold cold man, Saint Motel. for @usedbandaid

High key this is one of my favourite songs ever and every time I listen to it I can’t help but think of Hades, so here I am a year and a half later finally making this. I know this is really rough looking but I did learn a lot from making this- since I’ve never really attempted a project quite to this scale before.

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.)

Words: 2,665

Continua a leggere

Hello! Can i request blackwatch genji going on a mission and sees his female s/o that he was with before everything happened with hanzo? Just a bunch of angst would be great. 😁😂

Oh my word, Nonnie, my mind went directly to this and oh man I hope it’s good! (okay, not DIRECT directly, there are two versions of the opening lol) Also, I’m just going to admit now that I have no idea how black ops works, sorry if it’s so far out of place that it’s distracting.

Warning: artistic liberties, angst, and blood

The moon shone bright above, stars snuffed out due to light pollution. The skies were clear and the warm breeze was soft and lush. Any other night, this would have been downright relaxing. But tonight, it was a false sense of security.

Things had been pretty silent for the past twenty minutes or so, but Genji knew hacked Omnics were in the area. The trail of mangled steel he left in his wake was proof enough. He watched the street from above, broken windows greeted him with the sound of paper skittering across pavement. Smoke billowed from shops and apartments, their alarms calling for firefighters that weren’t coming. It was a scene that was all too familiar.

He was distantly aware of the chatter in his ear. A proper Overwatch team was on the way to aid the situation, but they were still a good ten minutes out.

He bounded to the next building and listened. Again, he heard nothing. Whatever was out there was hiding. And it was hiding well.

Just as he was about to move, a flash of light caught his eye. He blinked and looked across the street at the apartment building. There, in a window on the fourth floor, a flashlight blinked on and off in short bursts. Genji glared and watched the light, ready to spring away if needed.

The flashlight went off and a tiny green beam, like that of a laser pointer, pierced the air. The haze of smoke showed the green line as it pointed down the street. He understood instantly. Whoever was in that apartment was trying to warn him.

Heavy footfalls echoed off the street, obscured by smoke and fire, and the laser flickered off. An Omnic the size of a car trudged down the street, looking for a sign of life with that little green light.

Genji backed away from the edge, waiting for the perfect moment to strike. Something fell and shattered across the street. In the apartment.

“Shit.”

The Omnic turned to the building, guns aimed directly at his helper’s window. The guns whirred to life, tearing into the bricks. Without a second thought, Genji unsheathed his sword and dove off the roof. His blade sank into the metal, sending sparks flying as he twisted it through the Omnic, destroying it.

It teetered and sank to the side, the lights on its body going out as it died.

Genji looked up at the crumbling wall of the apartment and sprang up to the window. He grabbed the windowsill with his cyborg arm, avoiding the broken glass as he hoisted himself up and into the window.

He found himself in a kitchenette with dishes still in the sink and an empty wine bottle in pieces across the floor. Turning his attention to the apartment, he surveyed the situation as he listened.

Bullet holes dotted the walls, letting light seep through in eerie beams. Judging by the size and shape of the holes, the Omnic was using high caliber bullets. It left little hope for whoever was in there. A mist of paint and drywall dust hung in the air, accompanied by a familiar burning smell. He carefully tread across the glass littered tile and paused at a soft choke and cough.

Genji darted into the hallway, following the sound. He found you sprawled on the ground, kicking weakly at the carpet in an attempt to find some safety. Upon seeing him, you stilled.

“Did… did you get it?” your voice was thick with pain.

Genji froze. No, it couldn’t be. He instantly fell to your side, hesitant to speak. Your top was soaked in blood and you hissed in pain as he moved you to unbutton your shirt. His fleshy hand trembled as he ripped the shirt from your shoulders and wrapped it tight around your waist, covering the several bullet wounds. He desperately pressed his hands against your abdomen, putting as much pressure against you as he could. You squeezed your eyes shut and gasped for air, trying not to attract more Omnics with the cry of pain threatening to tear through you.

He couldn’t help but think bitterly at the last time he removed your clothes so hastily. He never yearned so deeply for those carefree days as he did now. It was a deep pain dead center in his chest, like maybe if he wanted it bad enough, he could force the hands of time back to before all of this.

“Did you get it?” you repeated weakly.

He slowly nodded, “yes. Thank you.”

You sighed and laid your head back against the floor, blinking lazily, “g…good.”

“Genji, what’s going on?” an agent buzzed in his ear piece.

“There are wounded,” he struggled to keep his voice firm, “what’s your ETA?”

“Two minutes. Hang tight.”

He nodded at you and held your wounds a little tighter, blood seeping through your shirt and between his fingers, “help is coming.”

Genji tried to keep his voice low and words short, hoping you didn’t hear the pain he felt. Praying you wouldn’t recognize him. Not like this. Not now.

You looked at him, brow furrowed and lips parted as you struggled to breathe. Tears slid from the corner of your eye, dripping down toward your ear as you laid there. He fought the urge to flick your tears away and hold you close.

With a violent jerk, you curled toward him and coughed, blood spraying from your mouth and nose. Unable to hold back, he quietly hushed you and stroked your hair, mentally cursing you for revealing yourself to the damn Omnic just to help him.

“Hold on just a little longer,” his voice cracked with emotion as he tried to comfort you, “you’ll make it. Help is coming!”

You looked up at him  deliriously, beautiful in spite of your condition, and whispered, “What kind of angel are you to be sad for me?”

“Angel?” he found himself repeating. It was something he called you on more than one occasion. And here you were, calling something so disfigured and grotesque as him an angel. He cursed you again, bitterly.

Your focus went past him and slid to the wall as your breathing shallowed, “you…you sound like someone I know.”

With that, he broke.

“It’s me, my love,” he said, barely over a whisper, “I’m here.”

He couldn’t do it. He pressed his forehead to your shoulder and squeezed his eyes shut. He couldn’t let you think you were alone with some stranger in your last moments. Several agonizing seconds passed as he listened to your ragged breathing, as blood seeped between his fingers, as your flame struggled to stay lit.

“Some people… see angels when they die…” your voice was so quiet, so distant, “I’m glad I got to see a sparrow…”

“No, my love!” he whispered desperately, “no! Just hold on.”

He looked into your face and saw softest smile as your gaze grew more and more distant. One weak hand stroked his hair before falling to the side. He wrapped you up tightly in his arms and pressed his face into your hair, begging you to hold on just a moment longer. Just one more moment, because he could hear the dropship coming.

𝖌𝖊𝖓𝖏𝖎 𝖘𝖍𝖎𝖒𝖆𝖉𝖆 𝖍𝖊𝖆𝖉𝖈𝖆𝖓𝖔𝖓𝖘

pairing - genji shimada x gn!reader

synopsis - general relationship headcanons

warning - none

✎ He often has his human arm around you. Since he only takes off his mask very little, he can't kiss you, instead he holds you close to him.

✎ If you are part of Overwatch or Blackwatch, he trains you to be sure of your skills and that you do not get hurt.

✎ When he was still fully human, he loved that you trace the scars on his body. He fell more and more in love with you each time. Now you can only trace the ones on his arm but he's still happy when you do.

✎ Like I said above, he doesn't often take off his mask, but when he does it's only when he's with you and he always gently kisses your lips.

✎ Zenyatta loves you very much and he is happy that you make his student happy.

✎ Cuddling with him isn't the most comfortable thing but you always find a way to make yourself comfortable and above all the most important thing is that you spend time together.

✎ Kiss his whole face telling him he's handsome when he takes off his mask and he'll be the happiest man in the world. He may even drop a tear or two.

✎ You hardly ever argue, the only times is when you put yourself in danger and as he was afraid for you he got angry.

✎ You were in a relationship with him when he was human except that after his fight with Hanzo you also thought he was dead so you cried a lot after that. When he returned to his cyborg form with only one arm and his head remaining human you were quite happy and shocked.