It’s So Sweet, Knowing That You Love Me

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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Hi! Want to drop here some thoughts and headcanons about Hazard and Phreaks, bc I’m in love with new Overwatch’s anarchist fraction and their members ❤️ Some of hc based on info from interview with the story's screenwriter, and comic. And well it’s angsty a little and kinda +18 maybe? Idk

And yeah my english is bad. Sorry, I know that, but thanks for opportunity to practice it anyway lol

Hazard doesn’t like alcohol, His father was alcoholic, and when he and his father were left alone, Haz tried to somehow protest against his father’s addiction, but alcohol always won. So yeah, he hate it.

The relationship with father was one big curse for him. It's easier to say when they agreed with each other. Hazard’s father was alcoholic and workaholic at the same time, mb he tried his best as a parent, but most time Fin was forced to solve his childhood and teenage problems on his own.

Actually Hazard was never too problematic teenager. He was pretty good in technical subjects, math and physics. In my hc he wanted to be a technician or an analyst.

Music was one of the few things that lifted Hazard's spirit. He has a great ear for music and as a teenager he was a member of a band.

Well, this is my favorite: Haz calms down when he cleans up and do chores. He likes the feeling of cleanliness and gets mad when everything around him is dirty and not cleaned up. He always washes his dishes and throws away pizza or Thai food boxes. The rest of the Phreaks do it without enthusiasm.

I think that when Haz lived with his father, the latter did not care about cleaning, and Haz was embarrassed to invite someone, which made it difficult to establish relationships with people he liked. He did it on his own, and now Phreaks has their personal cleaner lol

About Haz body

Haz is touch starved, try to change my mind. His mother passed away too early and he didn’t receive enough love and attention, hugs and touches. It’s kinda torture for someone whose love language is touch. Add to this all his injuries and wounds. The system literally fucked him and expressed all its hatred towards Haz and his body.

Everyone was rather indifferent to his bodily suffering and pain. The doctors and nurses could only gloomily examine his injuries, without comments or expression of sympathy. Touch-Up was the first who treated Haz's body with attention.

During the first inspection in Touch-Up's medical cabinet, he had a pain attack. Touch-Up gave him some painkillers and stroked his cheek to wipe away his tears. This was the first show of genuine concern in a very long time. And it literally broke Haz in the best way. This was the first time he cried, not from pain only, but from the feeling that someone cared.

Hazard senses something parental about Touch-Up. He listens to her advice and carefully remembers what she says. And when he stated that he wanted to take revenge on the system and break it, Touch-Up explained to him in detail what she could offer him. This help was enough and even more.

The good news for him: all Phreaks are tactile but in their own way. Touch-Up is a medic cyberneticist, so she regularly examined his body - for her Haz is work material (not in a bad way ofc). But of course Touch-Up is tactile: she slaps Haz’s shoulder or chest, hugs his real arm or pat his cheek.

I think Jackdaw is the top hair expert among them. Jack cuts, styles and colors hair well. Previously, he only bleached his and Touch-Up's hair, but now he also bleached Haz's. And, of course, Haz loves it when Jack touches his hair, cuts it or dyes it (touch starved remember?).

Boomslang expresses tactility in her own friendly-rude way, like gives light slaps to the back of the head or flicks the nose, pulls on the shoulders (at least she did this when Hazard was without all his advanced implants and prostheses, now she can’t move Haz from his place lol).

Hazard actually has zero resistance for tickles and Boomslang likes to tease and make him embarrassed to death. When Touch-Up first started working with Haz's body, Boomslang constantly tried to make him laugh in every possible way. Boomslang said she is annoyed by his «depressive mug», but she only was very sympathetic to his hard experience.

Their relationship is reminiscent of that between an older brother and a younger sister.

You say omnics are not very tactile, BUT. Revel always protects Hazard in every fight. He never fully relies on Hazard's prosthetics, preferring to back him up and protect him in difficult situations. Revel calls this «foresight and rigor of calculation». For Revel, Hazard is not just a flesh, as for many omnics of a similar model.

And my cutie Susannah~ Whell she is great tattoo artist, we know that. So the way of expressing her love to Haz is engraving beautiful designs on his new cybernetic prosthetics. They both have a lot of peaceful hours when Susannah works and talks with Hazard about music, cybernetic innovations and some news. He has great memories about their get-togethers and Hazard's new steel part has been touched hehe.

I think it’s the first part of headcanons. Maybe will write more, but now I wanna sleep.

thunder - genji shimada x reader

so i felt like genji and hurt/comfort so here u go lol

warnings: angst??

word count: 1200+

***

Being in Blackwatch had its advantages. For one, rules were laxer, because Commander Reyes was pretty cool for a CO. You also got to learn more skills that might not be as legal as Overwatch allowed.

But of course, there were also disadvantages. The major one being the budget.

Since Blackwatch wasn’t really supposed to exist, less money was given to fund it than if it was a division known by the general public.

So that meant that multiple agents had to share one room.

Lucky for you, you ended up bunking with your closer comrades, Jesse McCree and Genji Shimada.

You were close to Jesse, and Genji? Well, you just happened to have a soft spot for Genji.

You three shared a bathroom and living area, and it actually wasn’t as bad as you’d expected. Sure, Jesse snored, and Genji left his clothes on the floor a lot, but you could deal with that.

Living in close quarters brought the three of you closer, which was definitely a pro. Learning more about one another helped you bond, which helped teamwork out on the field.

It was a normal Tuesday night. You were lying on your back, staring at the ceiling, while Jesse was already in a deep sleep, snoring away happily. Tossing and turning, you pulled your blanket around yourself, trying to get comfy.

There was a storm raging outside. Through the windows, you could see lightning striking the other buildings outside. This type of storm was the perfect weather to sleep through, yet you just couldn’t.

Through the thunder and Jesse’s snores, you managed to hear a noise that seemed to come from Genji; a jagged inhale of breath. The kind that you made when you cried.

You glanced in the direction of his bed. “Genji?”

The noise stopped.

You tried again. “Genji? You okay?”

“No.”

His voice was cracked and raspy, and you could barely hear him.

You slipped out of your bed, and walked to his bed, your feet padding softly on the floor. Thunder sounded in the distance, and in the dark, you could see him curled up in a ball, shivering.

You knelt next to him, asking softly, “Genji? What’s wrong?”

“I…” He took a deep breath. “The storm. The thunder.”

He was afraid of the thunder.

You awkwardly patted his shoulder, murmuring, “there, there,” in the most soothing tone you could muster.

“Do you need anything?”

He nodded. “A glass of water?”

You sprung up, making a beeline for the pitcher of water on the counter. Soon, Genji was sitting upright in his bed, sipping on a cup of water, his red eyes glowing weakly.

You sat cross-legged on the floor, waiting patiently for something; an explanation, a request, anything. You took the sight in: Genji Shimada, stoic, seemingly fearless cyborg ninja, deadly assassin, hunched over in a ball, mask off, shivering.

You sort of expected an explanation, yet you were surprised when he spoke.

“Do you know why I am like this?” He said, putting down the cup and gesturing to his body. He sounded pained, and you worried that you were pressuring him.

“It’s completely fine, you don’t have to tell me, Genji -”

He cut into your sentence halfway, saying, “No. I want to tell you.”

“Okay. To tell you the truth, I have heard rumours. It was…” You swallowed. “Your brother?”

He nodded solemnly. His eyes glowed a bit brighter, and he flinched as thunder boomed through the sky.

“My brother attacked me, and left me for dead. Then Overwatch found me, and saved me, in exchange for my services as a living weapon.”

He sounded bitter, and you felt a sudden urge to tackle him in a hug.

“That night, when he nearly murdered me, it - it was raining heavily. I remember lying there for hours, lost in the fog of my own pain. I was on the verge of death when they found me. And all I heard as I laid there was thunder, sounding over and over again, like knives to my ears.”

Tears were streaming down his face.

Your heart hurt for him. Nobody should ever have to go through what Genji went through. His brother was a sick bastard.

Acting on impulse, you let go of your restraint and hugged him, as tight as you could. He was so cold, and you felt him stiffen before he put his arms around you and hugged back.

The two of you stayed there, in a tight embrace, and whenever Genji flinched at the thunder, you whispered comforting words into his ear and hugged him tighter.

Soon, he pulled away, and he found yourself missing the warmth. He sniffled. “I’m sorry you had to see that.”

“I’m sorry you had to go through everything. You don’t deserve any of this.” You gestured wildly.

He stayed silent, hesitating before he asked, “Would you stay with me? For tonight?”

You practically melted. “Of course.”

Genji lay down, as you slipped under the sheets with him, putting your arms around his body. You nuzzled your face into his neck, sighing contentedly as warmth spread through your body.

“Good night, Genji,” You mumbled, placing a kiss on his neck.

It seemed like he got hotter, temperature-wise.

“Good night, Y/N.”

***

The next morning, you woke to see Jesse wearing a shit-eating grin as he stared down at the two of you.

“Never would’ve pegged you as the big spoon, Y/N.”

You stuck your tongue out at him as you glanced at Genji, who was still asleep. You couldn’t move, or you could risk waking him up.

Aww. He looks so precious when he’s sleeping. Like an angel.

“You two are going to be late for breakfast at this rate.”

You shush him, glaring at the cowboy. “Go away, McCree. I don’t care if I’m late.”

Jesse pulled open the door, tossing a final, “I think Reyes would care, but have it your way” before leaving.

With as minimal movement as possible, you gaze down at Genji’s sleeping face. Who cares if you were late for breakfast, or maybe even training? As long as it was for Genji, you’d be okay with it.

You swept a loose hair away from his face, hesitating, and placed a light kiss on his cheek.

A blush spread across his face, and his cybernetic vents opened to release steam.

You raised an eyebrow. “Genji?” You whispered. “Are you awake?”

He slowly opened his eyes, one at a time. “No?” He answered, but it came out more like a question. He smiled sheepishly, and your mouth fell open in shock.

“Holy shit,” You muttered.

He tensed, dropping the smile. “What?”

You shook your head. “Nothing. It’s just that I’ve never seen you smile before. You should do it more, you look so beautiful.”

He released steam again, blushing.

You leaned in, eyes fixed on his lips.

Noticing this, he got visibly nervous, licking his lips.

You wanted to ask if you could kiss him, but as you opened your mouth, Commander Reyes’ voice blared through the holofeed speaker in your quarters.

“Agents Shimada and L/N, get your asses to breakfast, or you’ll have to run ten laps ‘round the base.”

You straightened up, disappointment weighing in your bones. Trying to make the best of it, you offered a hand to Genji. “Come on. Let’s go to breakfast,” you said, smiling softly at him.

He took your hand.

credit if you use, this blog or Fenoda_CDJ on insanejournal

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.

Can we get something to eat now?

Soldier 76 headcanons

//I wish I had followers but oh well, gotta start somewhere//

- Is usually busy but makes up for his time away with sweet gifts and souveniers from his missions

- isn’t too big on PDA

- He doesn’t show it but it’s pretty easy to get him riled up or bothered (wink wonk) ;)

- Gets self conscious sometimes because of his age

- This worsens when with you in public, poor guy

- Lowkey super sweet

- Likes to give soft little kisses all over your face and arms

- His favourite place to kiss is your forehead because of his height

- This man adores you in his jacket even if he pretends to be annoyed that you stole it

- Isn’t the best at nicknames

- uses generic ones like babe, sweety, honey if your married

could I ask for a one shot request of a cayde x f!reader with the prompt "Score for me. I'm up one!" "Where did you learn to count?! We're even." please owo?

Snail, I read this and I immediately thought of Cayde and the reader meeting up at a bar after a long day of work, paying darts, making bets, taking drinks, getting tipsy… just lots of fun vibes.

perma tag list : @mail-me-a-snail @shins-wife @speed-boop @threevie @squadnos @daggerthegamer @reaped-winnower @lady-efriyeet @eris-horn [for some reason it won’t let me tag you :c]

Cayde-6 x F!Guardian Reader - Bullseye

Saw you re-enter Tower airspace.  Meet me at the bar?  20:00.

That message was from Cayde and you smiled to yourself as your Ghost read it off to you.  The two of you met up regularly, it had been your ritual every day since the Red War, but you’d just stepped foot in the Last City after a three-day long mission.  Needless to say, he missed you.  And you missed him.

You didn’t even stop at your apartment to change.  You wanted to see him so, so badly, you practically ran to meet him there.  You went straight past the Postmaster and practically ran to the elevator that led down into the Last City.  The air was warm with the coming summer when your feet hit the pavement.  A short walk into the City later, you were shouldering your way through the door of one of the many local bars within a mile of the Tower.  The moment the door closed behind you, Cayde-6 looked over his shoulder directly at you.  His expression brightened; you smiled as you strode across the room towards him.

“There she is!”  Cayde cheered as he pulled back a stool for you.  “Come in, come in, take a seat.  How’s my favorite Guardian doing?”

You laughed softly at his grandiose gestures.  “I’m fine, Cayde,” you laughed.  “A bit tired maybe.  Happy to be home…”

Cayde ordered you a drink as you sat down on the barstool.  “It’s been quiet here without you.”

“What are you saying, Cayde,” you teased, “did you miss me?”

Cayde chuckled as you took a sip of the drink that was placed in front of you.  “What can I say?  You take all of the excitement with you when you leave.  Tower’s boring without you ‘round.”

You hummed softly as you leaned over and bumped your shoulder against his.  “So, what’s the plan for tonight, Cayde?  Or are you just going to keep feeding me drinks until I’m drunk?”

“Darts.”

“What?”

Cayde waved a hand out in front of your face and there were red and black darts between his fingers.  “A good ol’ fashioned game of darts.  Loser takes a shot.”

Your skeptical face slowly grew into a smile, and you downed the rest of the drink in front of you.  “Alright, I’m game.  I’m going to kick your ass though.”

The night went on, the drinks were flowing, the bar slowly grew more crowded and louder with music, chatter and laughter.  You and Cayde had spent nearly three hours at the darts board, betting drinks, laughing, chatting, catching up.  You twirled the dart in your fingers before balancing it between two and tossed it at the board.  You cheered and hooted when it made its mark, though it wasn’t a bullseye, it was a high score.  Alcohol had started to intoxicate your brain and you were tipsy.  “Beat that one, Cayde!” You laughed as you leaned back against the table next to you.

“Oh I will, Guardian, this match is gonna be all mine, just you watch.”

He tossed his dart and it landed on the bullseye.  He laughed and threw up his hands.  “Score for me! I’m one up!”

You laughed as you walked back over to him.  “Where did you learn how to count? We’re even.  This is matchpoint, cowboy.”  You picked up the last two darts and walked back over to the Exo to hand him his.  “How ‘bout we throw at the same time, yeah?”

“Fine, fine, but this one is still mine,” he teased as he took the dart out of your hand.

“Mmm… I’d like to see that.”

You two leveled your arms and counted down from three, then tossed at the same time.  And this time you hit the bullseye.  

“Yes!  Victory is mine!”  You hooted as you jumped up in celebration.  “Time for you to drink!”

Cayde laughed as he picked up a shot from the table and toasted to your victory before he downed the drink.  “C’mon, Guardian, let’s get outta here.”  Cayde’s hand placed gently on your back as the two of you walked out of the bar into the night air, which had grown nice and cool for a summer evening.  Once you two were alone, his arm wrapped around your back and his hand rested on your hip.

“I had fun tonight,” you said softly.  “I missed you.  Ever since the war…” You sighed softly as you leaned your head on his shoulder.  “I don’t like being away from you either.”

“It’s not easy on me, either,” Cayde admitted.  “Zavala may have given me some more flexibility when it comes to leaving the Tower, but I worry when you’re out there without me.”

“Well then maybe you should come with me more often, I could use a partner.”

“Y/N, you’re one of the best the Vanguard has, you’re just sayin’ that so you can spend more time with me.”

You laughed.  “Is that such a bad thing?”

“Not at all.”  Cayde’s hand squeezed your side gently as he pressed his mouth piece against your forehead.  The two of you were approaching the Tower elevator where you would part ways for the night so he could attend to his duties and you could get some rest.  “Not at all, y/n.”

masterlist

“Now cracks a noble heart. Good-night, sweet prince; And flights of angels sing thee to thy rest.”

Forbidden Masterlist

Isabelle Brigham is an intelligent warlock with a love for reading any book she gets her hands on. But what no one knows, but her best friends, is that she has feelings for a certain Prince of the Reef. Uldren Sov.

Uldren Sov is beloved by his people and seeking approval from his sister Queen Mara. He often breaks the rules to get it. What happens when he realizes he's breaking his own rule of trusting lightbearers after doing something about his love for a certain Awoken Warlock with an obsession for books.

PART 1, PART 2, PART 3, PART 4

His Queen of Hearts Master List

Chloe Brask was a Hunter, daughter to late Hunter Vanguard Andal Brask.

Cayde-6 was the Hunter Vanguard, and he was Andal's successor.

They were close friends and become even closer when Andal was killed.

Cayde wanted to be more than friends with Chloe, of course she feels the same,, but Chloe set aside her feelings and focused more on her work as a Guardian. But Cayde knew how to keep his distance.

When the Red Legion attacks the Last City, Cayde and Chloe team up to bring down Ghaul, the Commander of the Red Legion and save the Last City. Would they mange to actually hit up on something they both stayed away from, something like, love?

PART 1, PART 2, PART 3,