SONAMY COMIC RAAAAAAHHHH🗣️🗣️

may i have some blackwatch genji angst with a fem! reader?? like she always feels so sorry for him (HAVE YOU HEARD SOME OF THE VOICELINES IN THE NEW EVENT???LIKE...MY HEART ;^;)

Blackwatch!Genji

His first reaction is of course, to get angry. Genji absolute refused to be pitied, not by anyone but especially not be you. He hates the way people look at him with sad eyes and ask if it hurts.

It does.

A lot.

And he doesn’t need people to remind him.

As much as he tries to brush it off there’s something about the way you look at him that makes him furious. Like no matter what he did you could only see some half formed freak who needed sympathy.He begins to wonder if you would look at him differently if he wasn’t like this.

Eventually he learns to accept that your concerns are different than Angela’s clinical intrigue or Moira’s scientific fascination. Yours was genuine. When you asked how he was you meant him, not whatever mechanical parts that were tacked onto his body. Its not long before he finds himself growing attached, finding it easy to voice his feelings to you on a level he never could with the others around him.

Romantic HC for Reaper!!

Reaper Fluff Headcanons

Reaper/Gabriel Reyes x Reader

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Alright! It’s been a while since I’ve written for Overwatch characters so bare with me! It wasn’t specified what part of Gabe’s little timeline to do so I'm going to try a little bit of both Blackwatch and Talon era. I hope you enjoy this my beautiful requester of mine!

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Blackwatch/Gabriel Reyes

Okay, to start off, I picture Gabriel to be a lot more verbally affectionate with his lover than he would be as Reaper though I think that this is agreeable from nearly every point of view. 

His favorite thing to do when waking up to start the day is tell you how much he loves you as you awaken as well. And if you’re already awake, it’ll be the first thing he says the moment he lays eyes on you.

Whispering sweet nothings to you when its just the two of you alone is a fun little hobby he’s picked up (bonus points if it pulls a blush from you). This goes for any occasion, including when you two are having a sweet moment together, having a more intimate moment together, or when you need to be cheered up in anyway.

That being said, this doesn’t exclude physical love as well, seeing as this is his personal favorite way to show affection. 

It’s actually his go to way of showing he’s sorry if an argument occurs of if a recent risky mission had scared you and made you worry for his safety.

Gabriel is a big dude, so carrying you or just holding you to his frame isn’t a problem for him. Most of the time, you don’t mind it either. Being in his hold makes you feel safe.

Whenever you two cuddle, Gabe is always the big spoon. This is mostly cause his height and build make it almost impossible to be the little spoon for him. As stated before, you do not mind. Being so close in such a secure hold makes it easy for you to fall asleep snuggled against his chest in complete comfort.

Gabe is more likely to do and/or say something more cheesy in your relationship around this time and before his Blackwatch days if you have been together that long. Something like the arm around the shoulders as part of a stretch and a yawn act, kissing you in the rain when you get caught in it on the way back from taking a stroll around town, and other cheesy things you see in movies like that. Yes, this includes cheesy pickup lines and puns.

Talon/Reaper

Gabe is definitely more reserved after the explosion than he was before it. This mostly stems from the experiments that Moira had done on him and what he had become as a result of them. He doesn’t want to scare you or hurt you. You’re the last thing he has that is oh so precious to him.

To say the least, it takes a hell of a lot of reassurance to convince him to open up to you and show how he really feels. 

He’s rarely verbal to you when it comes to affection. Physical affection takes full affect here. You’ll have to notice the little things a lot more than you usually would have in order to realize he is showing his love. This ranges from small touches and remembering to do little things for you each morning to gentle embraces when the two of you are alone.

He’s usually up and gone for his ‘work’ before you wake up, but he always makes sure certain things are done for you so you don’t have to bother with them when you finally awaken. Things like having the morning coffee ready and leaving little non-written reminders in certain places. For example, if you have an appointment that day, he’ll place whatever you usually write your events (like a booklet or calendar) on the counter top for you to see whenever you get coffee that morning.

Unless you’re in Talon already, he does his best to keep you separate from his work entirely. This pairs up with not wanting you to get hurt. You’re all that he has left in his miserable existence and he doesn’t plan on loosing you so soon.

If you are in Talon, he keeps a close eye on you at almost all times. This especially applies if you are on a mission together. You are the only thing he’d ever put above an operation if need be.

If you are ever harmed during a mission, he is usually the one to patch up your wounds in private. Yes, it would be more efficient if Moira or whatever other healer on their team patches you up, but he prefers to be the one to do it as a simple way to spend more time with you. Not that he’d ever admit that to anyone else except for you.

If you were apart of Overwatch/are currently apart of Overwatch, things would be a bit iffy for him in the beginning. What if you were just getting close to him to bring him in? Reassurance is needed here once again and a lot of it.

He would show up to kill you after trying to convince himself that you are trying to deceive him and that he needed to kill all members of Overwatch as originally planned, but wouldn’t be able to pull the trigger when he got face to face. He curses himself for the feelings he felt for you in that moment but he never regrets it to this day when he holds you close as the two of you fall asleep.

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Aaand done! I stayed up at almost 11pm to write these while listening to 80s and 90s songs💃✨ Enjoy!

Genji x gender neutral reader

Pre-Overwatch Recall, part 1 of journey to forget

Part 1 (you are here) // Part 2 // Part 3

Challenge (day 4: recognition)

Requested: No

Word Count: 1,473

The trek up the Himalayas wasn’t an easy one, they were mountains after all. Though the risks were high, the reward was great.

(y/n) was making their way up to the mountains for one purpose, taking refuge in the Shambali. The Shambali was the name of the monastery in the Himalayan Mountains, it resided omnics with their own religion. But they weren’t going there for pilgrimage, they were going up to forget their Overwatch life. 

They are– were.. an Overwatch agent.

Continua a leggere

The comic forest battle

Because I’m a week late on Watermelon Exo, todays marchofrobots  drawing is a little Destiny-FullMetal Alchemist crossover! Cayde/Amanda playing the roles of Ed/Winry, although I suspect this is probably actually their relationship in Destiny.

Neon Lights? PT.4

Hazard x PunkSinger! Reader

Summary: Hazard decides to take you somewhere else calmer.

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Hazard paced the garage, his heavy boots thudding against the floor. His leather jacket creaked as he moved, frustration etched across his face.

"Where the hell am I supposed tae take them?" he muttered, running a hand through his blonde hair. His accent thickened when he was annoyed, words coming out sharp and clipped. "Can’t be anywhere too fancy—don’t want them thinkin’ I’m some posh git. But it cannae be a dive either. Fuckin’ hell..."

Sitting cross-legged on the workbench, Boomslang smirked, her boots tapping against the metal frame. "Y'know, if you stopped overthinking this, you might actually figure it out” she said, her tone light, teasing. "Just take them to a café or somethin’. Nice and easy. Neutral ground."

Hazard stopped pacing and fixed her with a skeptical look. "A café? Are ye daft? That’s pure boring. What if they think I don’t give a damn?"

Boomslang rolled her eyes. "Haz, not everyone’s expectin’ explosions and chaos every second. It’s about keepin’ it chill. You don’t need to impress them with a parade."

He frowned, folding his arms across his chest. "Aye, but cafés... I dunno. Feels too... soft."

"Exactly why it’s perfect" Boomslang countered, smirking. "Show them you’ve got more than just the leather-jacket, gang-member act. Trust me, they’ll appreciate it."

Hazard let out a frustrated sigh but finally relented. "Fine, fine. A café it is. But if this goes tits up, it’s on ye."

Boomslang laughed, throwing up her hands. "Don’t worry, champ. If it bombs, I’ll buy you a round to drown your sorrows."

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The café turned out to be quieter than you expected. The warm, inviting lighting gave the place a cozy ambiance, the faint scent of roasted coffee mixing with hints of vanilla and cinnamon. It wasn’t the kind of spot you’d imagine Hazard frequenting—he looked out of place.You arrived first, settling into a booth tucked away in the corner. The barista had just brought over your tea when the bell over the door jingled. You glanced up, and your eyes widened at the sight.

Hazard walked in, but gone were the torn leather jacket and chains. Instead, he was dressed in a soft, oversized hoodie, sweatpants that looked like they might’ve come straight out of a lazy Sunday afternoon, and sneakers that were suspiciously clean. His blonde hair was tucked under a knitted beanie, and for once, his posture was relaxed, almost casual. He spotted you immediately, his face breaking into that familiar grin as he made his way over. “Hope I’m not late” he said, sliding into the seat across from you.

“Not at all” you replied, still trying to reconcile the Hazard in front of you with the one you’d come to know. “I just... wasn’t expecting this.”

He raised an eyebrow, his grin turning playful. “What, were ye expectin’ me tae show up in full Phreak gear? Thought I’d give yer poor heart a break today.”

You laughed, gesturing to his outfit. “I mean, I didn’t think you even owned sweatpants. You look like you’re ready for a Netflix marathon, not a café.”

Hazard chuckled, leaning back in his seat. “Can’t be struttin’ around in leather all the time—gets a wee bit much for the heat, and besides” he smirked, “I hear the ‘comfy’ look is all the rage these days. Figured I’d try tae keep up.”

You shook your head, smiling as you sipped your tea. “Well, it’s definitely unexpected. But I’ll give you this—it suits you.”

He tilted his head, his grin softening. “Aye? Well, maybe I’m just tryin’ tae impress ye.”

You rolled your eyes, but the warmth in your chest betrayed you. “Sure, Hazard. You’re definitely here to impress me, not because you secretly love a good cappuccino.”

He laughed, a sound that felt unguarded, real. “Ye’ve caught me. Fine. Maybe i do love a good cappuccino. But don’t tell the lads—they’d never let me hear the end of it.”

The conversation flowed easily after that. You talked about the chaos of tour life, and Hazard shared stories about his quieter moments with the Phreaks—nights spent fixing up their hideout, impromptu movie marathons and they’re helpful ‘charity work’.

“You’d like ‘em” he said, stirring the last of his coffee. “They’re a pain in the arse sometimes, but they’re good folk. Loyal. And they’ve got this habit of takin’ care o’ each other, even when they’re bein’ daft.”

“I can tell” you replied, resting your chin on your hand. “The way you talk about them—it’s clear you really care.”

He shrugged, but the flicker of vulnerability in his expression didn’t go unnoticed. “They’re family, aye? Maybe not by blood, but that doesn’t matter much. Ye look out for yer own.”

You nodded, a soft smile playing on your lips. “I get that. Being on tour, my band and crew—they’re like family, too. It’s not always easy, but... you find ways to make it work.”

Hazard studied you for a moment, his gaze unusually serious. “Ye’ve got a good heart, love. That much is obvious.”

Your cheeks warmed under his compliment, and you quickly glanced away, pretending to focus on the menu. “And you’ve got a way with words, don’t you?”

Hazard could only lean back, arms resting casually on the table, but his gaze was sharp as it settled on you. “Y’know, I’m impressed with ye.”

You raised a brow, tilting your head slightly. “Oh? What for?”

“The way ye carry yerself” he said, a faint smirk tugging at his lips. "On stage, ye're aw fire an' fury—screamin' yer heart oot like ye're ready tae tear the place doon. But offstage? Calm, collected, like nothin' could rattle ye."

You chuckled softly, running a hand through your hair. “Gotta keep the chaos contained somewhere, right? Besides, someone’s gotta keep things in order when the band’s running wild.”

And that he knew well off.

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As the two of you stepped out of the café, the cool evening air hit you like a sudden wave, causing you to shiver involuntarily. You hadn’t expected the drop in temperature, and the light jacket you’d thrown on earlier wasn’t doing much to keep the chill at bay.

Hazard glanced over, sharp as ever, and his eyes narrowed slightly. “Yer freezin’, hen?.”

“I’m fine” you lied, rubbing your arms for warmth.

“Ach, don’t be stubborn” he said with a smirk, already shrugging out of his hoodie. In one smooth motion, he tugged it over his head, revealing the black tank top underneath.

Your breath caught for a moment as you took in the sight of his broad shoulders and defined arms, muscles flexing slightly as he handed you the hoodie. It wasn’t flashy or overly showy—just solid, real strength that came from years of hard living.

“Here” he said, holding it out to you. "Won’t have ye catchin’ a cold on ma watch."

“Are you sure?” you asked, hesitating as you reached for it. “You’ll freeze without it.”

“I’ll manage” he replied with an easy grin, his voice low and warm. “Besides, I think I can handle a wee bit o’ cold better than you.”

Reluctantly, you slipped the hoodie on, the oversized fabric engulfing you in warmth. It smelled faintly of him—coffee, leather, and something undeniably Hazard.

“Better?” he asked, watching you pull the sleeves over your hands.

“Much” you admitted, your voice quieter now. “Thanks, Hazard.”

“No bother” he said, leaning back against a lamppost, the faint glow casting shadows over his sharp features. His tank top clung to his frame, and though he didn’t say anything about it, the slight curve of his lips told you he’d noticed you noticing.

“You’re not bad at this whole ‘gentleman’ thing, you know” you teased, trying to regain a bit of your composure.

He chuckled, crossing his arms in a way that made his muscles stand out even more. “Don’t let it get around, aye? I’ve got a reputation tae keep.”

You rolled your eyes, but the grin tugging at your lips betrayed you. “Your secret’s safe with me.”

As the two of you finally reached the point where your paths diverged, Hazard glanced at you one last time, his expression softer now. “Keep it, if ye want” he said, nodding toward the hoodie. “Looks better on ye anyway.”

“Don’t push your luck” you shot back, though the warmth in your tone dulled the sharpness of the words.

He laughed, the sound low and rich, and gave you a quick wink. “Worth a shot.”

Hazard walked beside you, his hands tucked into the pocket of his sweatpants. For a man who commanded a room with his presence, he was surprisingly unassuming now, blending easily into the quiet street.

“You know” you said, breaking the silence, “this was nice. A lot nicer than I expected.”

Hazard raised an eyebrow, mock-offended. “Ye thought it’d be terrible, did ye?”

“I thought it’d be... chaotic” you admitted with a grin. “But I’m glad it wasn’t”

“Well” he said, his tone teasing, “I’m glad I managed tae surprise ye. But I cannae promise I’ll always be this calm. Chaos is kinda my thing, after all.”

You laughed, pulling your phone from your pocket. “I think I can handle a little chaos. But I’m on the move again soon, so if you’ve got more surprises up your sleeve, you’ll have to text me about them.”

“Ye want tae keep in touch?”

“Why not?” you said with a shrug. “Tour gets lonely sometimes. Besides, it’s not every day I meet someone like you.”

For once, he seemed at a loss for words, his usual bravado faltering. “Aye, well... ye’ve got my number now. Use it whenever ye feel like it.”

“I will” you said with a smile. “I’ll try not to blow up your inbox too much.”

“Ach, blow it up all ye want” he replied with a grin, his confidence returning. “Better tae hear from ye than tae wonder what ye’re up tae.”

With that, the two of you exchanged goodbyes, and as you walked away, the oversized hoodie wrapped snugly around you, you couldn’t help but glance back once. Hazard was still standing there, hands tucked into his sweatpants pockets, watching you with an easy, unshaken confidence.

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New Message from: Hazard ☢️💜

“Before you run off, meet me at the usual spot. One last pint, one last chat, aye? Call it a send-off. Or maybe just me bein’ selfish and not wantin’ to wait months to see yer face again.

I want to take you somewhere nicer”

It Will Heal

When Jaal's family is taken by the Roekaar, he asks Bridget to trust him. That's not the problem. Trusting Jaal is as easy as breathing. What isn't so easy is watching as a madman nearly kills the man who has stolen her heart.

AO3 Link

Bridget can’t think. She can’t breathe.

All she can think about is how horribly wrong things have gone.

When Jaal desperately begs for her aid, explaining that Akksul has recruited his siblings into the Roekaar, she agrees to help without hesitation.

When they come across said siblings on the battlefield, and they begin bearing down on her with insults, she tries her best to keep her cool. Even as they tower over her and spout that she’d be better off dead, she doesn’t retort. She doesn’t want to feed into Akksul’s poisonous beliefs about her kind.

Even when Lathoul is shot and tells them of the bombs that have been planted, she doesn’t lose her focus. She remains fixed on her goal.

It isn’t until they reach the Forge proper that things begin to spiral.          

Once they disarm the bombs, Teviint runs to Jaal, clinging to him like the scared child she is. “I killed Lathoul! I killed him. I’m so sorry.”

Bridget stares at her in concern. This girl can’t be more than a teenager, and yet Akksul is using her as a weapon, twisting her confusion into a tool for his hatred.

Jaal, however, is less sympathetic. He stares down at her coldly, not offering a hint of comfort. “He’s not dead. You’re lucky”

She looks up at him, her expression so lost and afraid. “I lost my mind, Jaal. I want to go home.”

“But the cause!” Baranjj protests. “I joined because of you!”

“I shot our brother,” Teviint counters, looking at him as though he grew a second head.

He looks down in uncertainty, his hands balling into fists at his sides. He seems just as scared and anxious as his sister. Looking back to her, he says, “Don’t leave me-”

“Let her go.” He is cut off by Akksul appearing from the shadows, stalking forward like a villain. “I only want soldiers who are committed to our cause.” His icy gaze turns to Bridget and Jaal and he sneers, “Not weaklings who stand by and watch the destruction of our people at the hands of aliens.”

More Roekaar filter in from the upper level of the Forge, their weapons all trained on their little group. Akksul stands proudly, assured in his upper hand.

Teviint seems to shrink back, hiding behind Jaal. Baranjj also tries to make himself smaller, pulling into himself. Bridget feels herself bristle in anger. “You recruit kids and make them fight their families,” she spits, glaring at the Roekaar leader. “It’s sick and so are you.”

Akksul seems unbothered by her accusations. Stepping forward, he says assuredly, “I speak for our people and I say you’re done in Heleus.”

He raises a hand to gesture towards Bridget and she instinctively lifts her rifle, aiming at him. Simultaneously, Jaal warns her not to, but Akksul is already grinning.

Chuckling maliciously, he leans into her personal space, the barrel of the gun pressing against his chest. “Martyr me.” He urges. “Please. I dare you.”

Bridget stares him down, hissing out an exhale. Jaal had asked her to trust him on this mission, to follow his lead. And killing Akksul certainly wouldn’t plead a great case for her, especially considering his followers still have their weapons trained on her.

Everything about him infuriates her. But she somehow remains calm.

“I made a promise to my friend that you’re making really hard to keep,” she growls.

His smile falls, and he stares at her in frustration for a long while before turning his attention back to his followers.

“They move onto our planets. They they take our resources, make us weak!”

“I’ve watched Ryder make planets habitable!” Jaal appeals to the angara, his voice impatient but resolute.

“Exactly!” Akksul retorts. “And they’ll never let us forget it.”

“She rescued your beloved Moshae!” Jaal interrupts, and it has the Roekaar leader pausing.

“I know,” he admits quietly, spurring his supporters to look at one another in uncertainty.

“Saved. Her. Life,” Jaal continues, his words punctuated and strong.

“I know, stop defending them!” Akksul says indignantly, beginning to sound like an annoyed child.

Not paying him any mind, Jaal attempts to keep going. “The Moshae trusts Ryder, and-”

“Stop.”

Akksul cuts him off by aiming his gun at Jaal, clearly threatened that he’s losing control of the situation.

Jaal looks at him warily, taking a half step back and raising his hands defensively.

“We’ve been fighting the wrong enemy,” Akksul rambles. “Maybe the enemy is this traitor!”

Lowering his hands, Jaal stares him down resolutely, muttering a quiet warning, “Easy…”

Panicked, Bridget raises her gun to Akksul once more, looking at her angaran companion in distress. “Jaal?”

She hates that her voice sounds so small.

God, what is she supposed to do here? Akksul is clearly crazy. He claims to want to protect the angara, but here he is threatening to kill one of his own. She’s not about to let him take Jaal’s life. And yet, as has already been established, shooting him is off the table, too…

“Don’t!” Jaal warns, sparing her a glance and a careful gesture, his eyes pleading with her. Trust me, they say.

She does. Of course she does. It’s Akksul she doesn’t trust.

Turning his full attention back to the man before him, Jaal’s gaze hardens. “The Moshae trusts Ryder. You’ve become a danger to your own people,” he utters lowly. “Walk away.”

Reason isn’t reaching Akksul, though. Gritting his teeth, he retorts, “Or…I kill you and reveal the Resistance for the traitors they are!”

He pulls the trigger and a sharp, panicked scream tears itself from Bridget’s throat. If everyone’s attention wasn’t focused on Akksul and Jaal, she’s sure she’d be getting looks for the anguished sound she just made. But that isn’t at the forefront of her mind right now.

Jaal’s dead. He’s dead and she did nothing to stop it. She’s trembling uncontrollably, her gun still pointed at Akksul, but she’s frozen in place.

She wants to kill him. Wants to make him pay for killing the man she was easily falling in love with. He deserves it. But as desperate as she feels right now, she made a promise to Jaal…and she’s not about to break it now.

A pained groan draws her attention and her gaze immediately snaps in its direction.

It can’t be…

Akksul missed. He was at point-blank range and he somehow managed to miss. The bullet grazed Jaal’s cheek, leaving a small, shallow cut in its place. Blood trickles down his face as he stares Akksul down unwaveringly.

Bridget wants to cry with relief. To hold him close and reaffirm that he’s okay. But she can’t quite get over the shock of thinking he was lost to her, no matter how brief.

Everyone gapes at the scene in utter awe and disbelief.

Jaal has commanded the attention of the entire Forge, and rightfully so.                

Akksul looks up at his followers, a lost, uncertain expression on his face. The Roekaar begin to filter out, shaking their heads in disgust as they do.

Staring Akksul down, Jaal carries a powerful weight to his gaze.

“The alien is not the monster here,” he declares with conviction.

Akksul does not answer right away. His focus is on the angara turning their backs on him. “I love my people…” he utters quietly, looking down in defeat.

Bridget believes it. Unfortunately, his heart has been poisoned and twisted beyond recognition. She wonders what he might have been like had he not been captured by the kett. Despite all the hurt he’s caused, she pities him in that moment.

 Jaal does not deign to respond to him, but he seems to come to the same conclusion as Bridget. After a long moment of staring at his former classmate, he turns to his siblings and says, “Come on…let’s get you home.”

Following quietly, Bridgets walks slightly behind him. She glances up at Jaal, noticing the trail of torn flesh that had been carved by the bullet, blue trickling lightly from the edges. She can’t believe how close he came to dying. Any closer to the right and he would have been gone from her life entirely. Hell, it’s a miracle the bullet didn’t hit his cowl either. She’s not terribly familiar with angaran anatomy, but she’s certain there must be vital blood vessels there.  The fact that he stands before her relatively unscathed is astronomical.

The blood that had begun pooling at the edge of his wound spills over slightly, running down his cheek. She reaches out, but stops short of touching him. “You okay…?”she asks quietly.

He spares her a glance before saying, “Yeah, thanks…” before letting out a strained grunt, a wince pulling at his lips.

They make there way back in relative silence. On the shuttle, Bridget can’t help but stare at Jaal the whole way, a sense of numbness overcoming her.

A bandage now rests over his injured cheek, but it didn’t make her feel any better.

He almost died. He almost died and she almost let it happen. Granted, she knows that shooting Akksul would have been a terrible idea, but she just can’t stop thinking about it. She cares about Jaal more than she ever thought possible. At this point, it’s more than a silly crush. Even though she knows he doesn’t return her feelings, the thought of losing him…Of never again getting to tease him about idioms or spend time working on projects together…It tears her heart apart.

She can feel Vetra’s eyes on her throughout the ride back, but her companion remains silent, for which she is grateful.

At some point, they land back where they started, Teviint apologizing to Lathoul and the mothers coming to reunite with their lost children. Jaal gently puts his hand on her shoulder and guides her to the side. She follows, her gaze still hollow and empty. She’s barely processed anything since Akksul fired his pistol.

“Thank you for trusting me,” Jaal tells her, looking out over the landscape. “Killing Akksul would have made the Roekaar stronger.”

He’s so calm. Too calm. Infuriatingly calm. He’d almost died for fuck’s sake!

It’s enough to snap Bridget out of her apathy. “He shot you,”she says, bitter.

“I’m glad he did. It exposed how far he’d fallen.”              

Even still, he remains composed and collected. He even smiles.

Bridget stares at him in disbelief. “Jaal, you were this close to dying back there! Do you have any idea how risky that was?!”

He has the audacity to chuckle at her and she bristles.

“It all worked out, didn’t it? A little risk was worth it, I’d say.”

She can’t believe it. Here she is, tearing herself apart with worry and he has the gall to think her reaction is amusing.

“You idiot!” she cries, banging her fist against his chest. “You think it’s funny that you almost had your brains blown out?” She hits him again, and he takes small steps back with each advance, staring down at her with wide, surprised eyes.

“Is your life that meaningless to you?” she continues, tears beginning to form. “Or am I just stupid for daring to care that I might lose you?!”

Bridget stops assaulting his chest, though her fists still rest there, trembling. Her gaze has fallen to the ground and she shuts her eyes tightly, the tears now falling freely. Her frame shakes as sobs begin to wrack her body.

He instantly pulls her close to him, cradling her in his embrace.

She does her best to suppress her crying, though it takes her a minute. The desperate kiss he presses against the crown of her head makes it even more difficult to pull herself together, but eventually, she calms down enough to speak.

“I was really worried…” she ends up whispering, her voice somewhat hoarse.

Jaal pulls back just enough to look her in the eyes. His expression is pained, his brows drawn together in worry. Gently, he lifts a hand to wipe her tears, his thumb drawing careful arcs across her cheek.

Carefully, he pulls her forehead to his, and they both close their eyes as they lean into each other. “It will heal,” he murmurs. “All scars do.”

She sniffles slightly, her arms pulling Jaal into as tight of a hug as she can, though his bulky torso makes it impossible for her embrace to completely encircle him.

“I apologize for worrying you…” he says quietly, one hand absently petting her hair.

She doesn’t respond, just pulls him even closer.

They stay like that for a long while, and when they do part, he makes sure to plant another feather light kiss atop her head.

Bridget looks up at him, her expression full of confusion and longing. He softly trails his hand down the side of her face. He stares at her for an achingly long time before clearing his throat and stepping back. She misses his warmth immediately.

“We should get back…” he says, looking back towards the others. “I want to say goodbye before my family heads home.”

Absently, she nods, watching as he heads over.

She tries not to focus on the kisses or the gentle touches. Jaal is a naturally affectionate person. He was just comforting her. It doesn’t mean anything more. Thinking that it might…that’s just setting herself up for more hurt. She doesn’t need to do that to herself.

At least he’s alive.  She can cling to that.

Sighing, she gradually makes her way back to the group.

She pushes her longing down. Far enough away where she can try to forget that he’s captured her heart so thoroughly.

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So I haven't written anything in over 3 years...but I have an actual excuse this time. Long story short, cancer sucks. (Don't worry, I'm not in danger of dying, but having chronic pain the last few years honestly hasn't been much better...)

In any case, I've really missed writing and finally found the inspiration to finish this after starting it years ago. I have a few more projects I hope to work on, though I can't say how many more of them will be Andromeda related.

first date with Cayde-6 would include

- badass hunter vanguard and legend being too nervous to ask you out - asking everyone who knows you if you have someone - trying to sound like he doesn’t give a fuck but oh HE DOES and it’s so obvious to everyone ¯\_ (◕‿◕) _/¯ - when he’s finally man enough to ask you, he stutters like an idiot, unable to get a proper sentence out (／。＼) - but he’s SO cute <3 - he almost faints when you say yes - he’s SO happy, trying to play it cool, but totally failing at it - when you’re gone, he’s asking Sundance if she recorded your ‘yes’ - since he doesn’t remember how this dating thingy works, he’s asking Amanda and Petra for advice and tips - him getting nervous again when the date gets closer - you catch him with a “dating for dummies” book, he throws ashamed af over the fence of The Last City into the depth ◔_◔ ／ ︵ *:･ﾟ - Zavala and Ikora are annoyed that he’s even more distracted because of you, but they are actually happy for him #friendshipgoals - he’s practicing pick-up lines and perfecting his finger guns in front of the mirror ̿̿ ̿'̿’\̵͇̿̿\з= ( ▀ ͜͞ʖ▀) =ε/̵͇̿̿/’̿’̿ ̿ ̿̿ ̿̿ ̿̿ - Sundance can’t help but laugh at him and he almost smacks her to the ground (again) - since he doesn’t take off Andal’s clothes, he shows up dressed as usual to the date (still hot af damnnnn) - his jaw f u c k i n g drops, when you show up all dolled up, out of armor (⊙_☉) - he almost faints(again), failing to get a proper sentence out - “Sorry. I’ve had a software update. Y-you l-look b-b-beautiful. I mean, y-you always do, but… wow?” - he calls you by your name, not guardian or hunter (◕ ˬ ◕) - he hesitates for a second, but takes your hand and leads you somewhere - he organised a beautiful dinner at the ramen shop, only for you two *-* - candles and rose petals everywhere #cheesyboi - “may I take your coat?” - “Cayde, I’m not wearing one.” - “Touché.” ;) - he looking at you like you’re the most delicious ramen ever ( ♥‿♥) - nervously he gulps down his ramen, burping so loud that all the people around shipping and watching you two shake their heads embarrassed - you think his burps are cute, like angels singing (✿◕‿◕) - he’s leaning over the table attempting to kiss you, but dumbass forgets about the candles and almost sets himself on fire doing so - “hot date so far, AMIRITE?” - small touches here and there, brushing hands, holding your waist, clinging to his strong (and not gangly) arm, making ya panties all wet ( ͡°⁄ ⁄ ͜⁄ ⁄ʖ⁄ ⁄ ͡°) - you two are dancing and damn son this boi be dancing like Patrick Swayze in Dirty Dancing, having the time of his life - he looks deeply into your eyes asking “wanna stroke my cock?” - ur disappointed when he shows you his pet “cock” chicken Colonel - he stays old fashioned following the don’t-kiss-on-the-first-date rule - he brings you home, saying goodbye with the sweetest and most gentle forehead kiss this world ever seen you lucky bitch (╯°□°）╯︵ ┻━┻ - now you almost faint - each other getting more comfortable around each other on the following dates - cute cinema rendevous - him pulling off the fake yawn, stretching, putting his arm around you - cuddling up on him cause the movie is so scary ;) - he’s more than willing to protect you ;)) - unluckily he’s not pulling off the exo dick in the popcorn bag trick (yet) - kissing attempt #2 ends up with his beautiful, beautiful horn poking you so hard, that it leaves a mark on your forehead - he apologizes 100x and gets ice for your head, lots of hugs ༼ つ ◕_◕ ༽つ - more sweet forehead kisses (◡‿◡✿) he’s amazing at this - he eventually gets a “kissing for dummies” book - holding hands and killing enemies in between you know, typical date stuff - looking at the stars and talking for hours, or just silently enjoying each others presence <3 - he’s putting his cape around you cause it’s so cold ;) - moving closer to him cause you’re really freezing ;)) - kissing attempt #3 figuring out how to kiss each other without hurting or setting someone on fire - you did it!!1 - his metal plate lips feel amazing, so soft like a baby butt <3 - he’s such a gooD KIsSER (╯°□°）╯︵ ┻━┻ - it’s a perfect #1 kiss you almost need to get revived cause u die on the inside - cuddling up together and falling asleep under the stars - when you wake up he’s gone, laying on the base of the cliff being revived by Sundance - idiot rolls around in his sleep but you think it’s adorable *-* - more cute ass dates getting drinks in bars - getting too many drinks for your own good - hands “accidentally” slipping under the table ;) - stumbling home drunk clinging to each other ( ͡°⁄ ⁄ ͜⁄ ⁄ʖ⁄ ⁄ ͡°) - having sloppy but life-changing drunk sex *✧･ﾟ♡*( ͡˘̴ ͜ ʖ̫ ͡˘̴ )*♡･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧ - he shows you his cock ( ͡~ ͜ʖ ͡°) and it’s not Colonel this time - of course he’s pulling off the dick in the popcorn bag on the next cinema date - Cayde’s jealous af of every other guardian flirting with you and he overreacts a little threatening to kill them forever awww - he asks you to move in together <3 - he faints when you say yes <33 _/＼○_

Hello folks and on today's episode of I complain about Overwatch Lore, may I present Gabriel Reyes' son?!

And his freaking wife????

We're introduced to them during the 'Code or Violence' short story and we don't really get to know much about them, other than they met after the Omnic crisis and she found another partner after Gabriel Reyes was pressured dead.

They mention a 6 year old son in the short story and that has to be the kid in the picture, no doubt.

But it bring to question, when was he referencing his sons sixth birthday? How many years before Overwatch was disbanded was that? Presuming it was the last one before Overwatch disbanded he was be 11 in the current Overwatch timeline. Why have we heard nothing about a little Reyes running around in the world? Why are there NO in game voice lines about his son?? Or wife????

And his wife! How did they meet? When were they married? How long were they together? Does she still mourn him and want him back or has she accepted things and moved on with her new partner?

Give me more Blizzard I beg 😮‍💨😮‍💨