Greetings! I Know Youve Done Genji, But Have You Done Smooches From Blackwatch!genji?

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Of all the pieces I’ve seen in the Cayde pics vol. 2 lineup by @plastic-bridge, this one is definitely my favorite!  ❤️♠️ 🐓

https://plastic-bridge.tumblr.com/post/616710319487811584/destiny-fanart-vol2-ghost-cayde-and-a-sad-story

"Take it easy out there, will ya? You’re making me look bad." >"What, may we ask, were you going to do with a Vex teleporter?" "Get up close and personal with Ghaul, Put a bullet in his head. The maybe eat a sandwich. Gotta work on a few kinks first. Fun fact about Vex tech; not as intuitive as you would think." >"Cayde, you can’t do this alone." "The hell I can’t." - Cayde-6 to Ghost

Florence Castle's Humanformers AU

Paige White AKA Peacewalker

Original Character made by me

Genji Shimada

So I asked my friend which Overwatch character I should do my next alphabet headcanons about and they said Genji! So I'll be doing Genji next, probably later today.

However while I was thinking about him the thought of his cybernetics came to mind and I went off on a full blown tangent about it so I figured I'd post my thoughts on how much of Genji is a cyborg before I do his relationship stuff.

This is blackwatch, Genji, I don't know if this is canon or not but for the sake of this I'm saying it is. So as far as body parts go he's definitely missing his legs knee and under. I think he's wearing armor over his thighs though, he has intact femurs. He's missing his right arm and there's some kind of internal damage in his upper chest.

His eye piece comes off seperate to his mouth piece but that doesn't mean his mouth is robotic, I just think he takes the mask part off less often. His head and heart are all intact according to voice lines and evidence from skins.

Now might I direct your attention to his canon skins. We know from the short "Dragons" that those green circles on his upper body have a release mechanism meaning they manage pressure of some kind within his body.

(We can also see there's less of them in his OW2 design so it's a possibility they got upgraded to be more efficient.)

Now I'm about to lay down my biggest actual headcanon without much evidence besides speculation and "it'd be cool" to back it up.

I think Genji has robotic lungs.

WILD TAKE I KNOW BUT HEAR ME OUT.

He can eat, heard in the voice line about him being able to handle mercy's coffee, so we know his mouth is intact, along with the rest of his digestive system. I think the mouth part of his mask is to help him breathe. I think there was major damage to his respiratory system to the point where they had to make the choice to give him mechanical replacements, hence the need to release pressure when he exerts a LOT of energy (like after his fight with hanzo in the cinematic).

He breathes in game, so we know he needs lungs. Which makes sense if most of his main organs are intact. If the main damage was to his lungs, they could give him robotic ones. And my claim of them not giving him a lung transplant is supported by the fact that Mauga was given a second CYBERNETIC heart instead of a replacement when he was critically injured.

Also in the Doomfist origin cinematic when he threw Genji into a car he started sparking and held his chest, which I know may just be "oh he's a robot of course" written off, but it'd make sense if it was his lungs!! It would put him out of a fight if he can't supply oxygen to the rest of his body. Plus it would hurt him in his chest!

Going off of this, he can definitely breathe without the mask and obviously would need to take it off to eat (he has a lot of scarring on his throat I think, and maybe his jaw) but the mask hides the scar tissue and helps regulate his breathing more naturally. Now I'm not a doctor so this next part may make no sense, and let me know if it does but maybe the mask is connected to his lungs in like a nervous system kind of way? Since they wouldn't be connected to his nervous system entirely? So when he takes the mask off he has to manually breathe. Like the mask regulates it for him so he can do it subconsciously but without the mask it's a conscious manual breathing situation.

And my only real arguments for him not having a robotic heart instead of lungs is his voice line that says "The heart of a man still beats inside of me." Which of course could be metaphorical, "I'm still the same man, just with a different body." Kind of thing, but also he just never takes off that freaking mouth piece so I was thinking it had to serve a purpose!

Lol I'll get to work on my headcanons now but let me know what y'all think of this 🙏

Imagine Hazard being slightly jealous that Reader, who he's been flirting with for a while. Was ogling someone who was flexing and decided to flex real quick to get their attention back.

(I need to see this man flex look at hiimmm)

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A/N: Thank you anon for making me go insane in the middle of this and still manage to write him a bit flustered because I couldn’t help myself, I hope you enjoy this one as much as I did :’]

Summary: a battle of peacocks what more is there to say?

The tavern buzzed with its usual noise: off-key singing from the corner, the clinking of mugs, and hearty laughter. You were perched at the bar beside Hazard, who had been in his usual form—leaning lazily on the counter, tossing out his sharp wit and charm as if it were currency.

It was easy to fall into his rhythm, though tonight your attention had slipped. Across the room, someone had started flexing, their biceps bulging as they posed for a small, admiring crowd. It wasn’t often you saw such blatant peacocking, and the display had caught your eye for a moment too long.

Hazard noticed. Of course, he did.

His golden eyes narrowed as he leaned forward, his voice dropping to a thick mutter. “Ach, really now? That’s what’s got yer attention? Some overgrown lump flexin’ like he’s auditionin’ for a bloody statue garden?”

You blinked and turned to him, caught off guard by the irritation in his tone. “What?”

He gave you a look, tilting his head toward the flexing stranger. “Cannae believe it. I’ve been sittin’ here spinnin’ gold fer ye, an’ yer too busy starin’ at that. Ye’d think I was invisible.”

A laugh bubbled out of you before you could stop it. “Wait—are you jealous?”

The word hit him like a thunderbolt. His smug grin faltered, his cheeks flushing a faint but unmistakable red. He straightened up immediately, crossing his arms over his chest. “Jealous? Me? Dinnae be ridiculous sweetheart.”

“Oh, you’re jealous” you teased, leaning closer to him with a sly grin. “You saw me looking at someone else, and now you’re sulking.”

“I am no’sulking!” he shot back, though the red creeping up to the tips of his ears betrayed him. He turned his head away, muttering something about “daft ideas” under his breath.

“Hazard” you said sweetly, drawing his attention back. “If you want my attention, all you have to do is ask.”

He stared at you, his mouth opening as if to fire back a retort—but no words came. Instead, he blinked, his flustered expression only deepening. “I don’t—ye cannae just—” He exhaled sharply, running a hand through his dark hair. “Yer impossible, ye ken that?”

“And yet here you are, proving my point more” you teased, leaning back with a satisfied smirk.

Hazard scowled, though there was no real heat behind it. “Fine, then” he said, his voice tinged with stubborn pride. “If ye think yon flexin’ fool’s impressive, I’ll remind ye why ye should keep yer eyes right where they belong.”

“Oh, this should be good” you replied, unable to suppress your grin.

He stood up, rolling his shoulders with exaggerated nonchalance as he shed his jacket, letting it fall onto the back of the chair. His shirt clung just right, emphasizing the lean strength of his frame as he stretched. When he reached up to run a hand through his hair, his muscles flexed just a little more than necessary.

“Ach, been a while since I’ve had tae bother showin’ off” he drawled, shooting you a sidelong glance. “Still reckon I’ve got more tae offer than yon poser.”

“Hazard” you said, barely holding back laughter. “Are you seriously flexing to prove a point?”

He froze for a fraction of a second, then turned to you with his trademark grin, though the flush on his face hadn’t faded. “What? Dinnae act like ye’re no’ impressed, lass. I’ve seen the way yer eyes wander when I stretch.”

You arched an eyebrow, lips twitching. “So you have been paying attention, huh? Almost like you were… jealous?”

His bravado cracked for just a moment, his golden eyes flicking away as he mumbled, “I wasnae jealous. Just—ye know—remindin’ ye where yer loyalty should lie.”

“Hazard” you said softly, leaning in close enough that your voice dropped to a near whisper. “You’re adorable when you’re flustered.”

That did it. His entire face went red as he took a half-step back, coughing into his fist to mask his embarrassment. “Aye, well… don’t get used tae it” he muttered, glaring at the floor.

You couldn’t help but laugh, the sound finally breaking the tension. “Alright, alright” you said, resting a hand on his arm. “I’ll stop teasing… for now.”

“Good” he replied gruffly, though he refused to meet your eyes.

For a moment, the two of you sat in silence, the noise of the tavern filling the space. Then Hazard glanced at you out of the corner of his eye, his grin slowly returning. “Adorable, am I? Sweetheart, ye’ve got no idea what ye’re in for.”

“Oh?” you replied, your own smile widening. “Care to prove it?”

His golden eyes gleamed as he stood straighter, his confidence slipping back into place like a second skin. “Aye” he said, offering you his hand. “Let’s take this outside. Ye’ll nae be lookin’ at anyone else after this.”

And just like that, Hazard was back in control—at least, as much as you were willing to let him be.

"Don't want people poking through the lives of Cayde 1-5..."

"...so just, put it all behind you, okay?"

So ummm....may i request a Hazard x Reader, and reader helps with fine tuning and maintenance on Haz's arm and legs and other cyborg bits (cybits? idk his none fleshy parts). It's soooo qjhfjsiajnsbjiaodhshaksk

[your works are *chefs kiss* and honestly, i shall binge on the feast]

Bruh I done spent a whole day writing this,, all for you my spicy little sun rays,, feast upon THIS!!!!

Hazard found himself flying through the battlefield, hydraulically jumping over enemies to capture his target. He used his large gun arm as a blunt object to bludgeon with, multiple dents as heads continuously crashed against it. The lasers he shot at them were off centered and wild, but he tried to play it off. He was primal, scratching and biting when his gun arm inevitably fell off. He could only shield his team with his vanadium spikes near the end of the battle. He was left more vulnerable than ever, but at least they won, right? The parts are replaceable after all.

The truth is, Fin was struggling out there. His heart couldn’t handle the amount of adrenaline he needed to keep on pushing. The same old parts just weren’t working, leading him to be uncomfortable with his body even more. His teammates help pick up his bits, and settled him into the van. He was trying to be still, but the waves of stress kept coming over him. With his one arm, his hand bloody and shaking he reaches into his leather coat pocket and pulls out a smoke. He rolls down the window,,, just staring on and trying to think.

He noticed that they weren’t driving back to the lair, giving him more anxiety. “Aye, where ya takin us?” He asked. “Look. You need some relaxation, big guy. You keep doing this to yourself, you need to chill. You literally fought your own ass off today, what’s up with that?” Susie makes him shut down a little, like he hasn’t even thought of the fact, but he does chuckle a little. They were all visibly worried about him.

“Alright, ah’ll try. ’m sorry for scarin’ ya.” He admits. When the van pulls up, one runs inside. He doesn’t even know where he is, it looks like they’re in someone’s garage. When they come back, there you are with big work goggles on. He’s enamored by you, the way you smile when you greet him. He didn’t even hear anything you were really saying, it was like his eyes were fixated on you and there was beautiful music in his ears. Suddenly your arms are around him and he’s floating in a dream, giggling to himself.

In reality, you’re just settling him into a wheelchair. “Findlay?” He hears you call his name, looking up. “You alright? You don’t have any brain damage or anything, do you?” You try to shine a light in his eyes, and he sort of snaps out his lovesickness. “Oh, na brain damage. Juist heartache.” He says with a pretty grin.

Your mutual friends are giggling amongst each other, and they’re already betting on the outcome of this interaction. You were just a helpful mechanic, and had a few of your own body mods as well. You’d helped a couple of their team with their tech before, but you were unfamiliar with the big guy other than hearing about him. Hazard is very flirtatious, and although tempting you’ve gotta focus. You bid the other Phreaks goodbye and help Fin into your home/workshop. You have all of his parts laid out on a table already, mangled and twisted as hell.

Your hands were all over him, checking measurements for new parts and fitting different equipment onto his body. “So… what’s yer name?” He asked, and you responded, “Y/N.”

“Oh ye, A've heard yer name around afore. Ye mist be good at yer job!” He says, watching you. That tension from before was lifted away by your angelic fingertips. There was a comfort that you brought to the room. Your place was very cool as well, he’d never seen such an extensive arrangement of tools before.

He chatted with you as you worked on his gear, telling you lots of funny stories and making you laugh. It seemed like his life was full of adventure, he had so much to say about his time in training camps and stories about his friends. When he asked, you told him the story of how you earned your robotic limb. You’d done something courageous to make an effort to save someone else instead of yourself in an accident. He could relate to your pain, and reminded you that the Phreaks would always have a place for you.

“Ye'r fàilte tae hang around mah lot. In fact, ye'r an honorary member already wi' ye helping us out all th' time.” He means well, and you appreciate the offer. “I spent a lot of work to fix up this place to how it is now, I’m not ready to walk away from it. You’re always welcome back here too!” You smile at him. You’re a great listener considering his big mouth. You get his sense of humor, and you don’t have to ask him to repeat himself too much.

You took a little lunch break together, and offered him some of your snacks. You showed him your living area, and he met your animal companion. He has his own dog shared between him and his mates. He is polite and thanks you for the meal, and you reply that it’s no trouble.

Two more hours of work passed by very quickly with more chatting, that slowly twisted into flirting. You stood beside him in his seated position, piecing him back together. His large frame was bent to your every will, telling him to move this way and that. He was like a puppy, following your every command in hope of a treat.

You knelt down, your hand holding his nubby leg and attaching new parts on. You looked over his tattoos and asked about them, interested in their meanings. You showed him so much care throughout the whole process, he was lucky to have you. He was put back together properly, and you helped him up out of the chair to stand on his own two feet again. His hands lingered in yours for a bit longer than intended, and he was towering above you, looking into your eyes with a happy expression.

When you moved back, he expressed his great condition by flexing for you and doing some moves, which you enjoyed. He was very ripped, nearly busting out of the leather jacket he wore. “This is th' best a've felt in ages!” He exclaimed as he explored his new limits. Your additions added a much needed comfort to his parts, and perhaps now he wouldn’t get so beat up now that he had something to appreciate.

He couldn’t help himself but give you a big ol hug, you were surrounded in his hefty arms as he picked you up in the process. You were just happy to help him, and wanted to see him at his best again. He was powerful like this now, and he had a new confidence to bring home with him. He stuck around a little while longer to express his gratitude, and he told you he’d be back again soon.

You missed him a little once he was gone,, a lot of people acted too punk to talk to you, or rude so they could show off to your friends. He was one of a kind, truly on your side. Maybe it was a mirage and he was showing you his nice side, like so many others have manipulated you. You were worried when you should have been happy at the gift he left on your doorstep- a potted plant along with some treats for your animal, and a little handwritten note. You missed him when he came knocking on your door-but he’ll come back to see what you think.

It lingered on your mind, as you watered the plant and found a spot for it, what his true intentions were. You’d find out, soon enough.

It was late at night, and you were drifting asleep when suddenly an alarm was triggered. You looked up at the clock, confused at first before you realize it’s a burglar, a crash coming from within the house. You shoot out of bed, grabbing something to defend yourself with and head out. For a second, in your sleepy state you thought it would be Hazard.

“Haz?” You called out, turning a light on one after one. Your animal was hissing/growling at the closed door to the garage. You moved it behind you,listening to the crashing around and the alarm screaming, before opening the door. At the same time, Hazard had made his way through the front door appearing at the same moment you locked eyes with the robber.

Your weapon pointed at them, and they dropped theirs along with everything they intended to steal. They looked terrified of you, but when you looked behind you Hazard was there. His metal gun pointed right between their eyes.

He defends you and your sanctuary, protecting what is rightfully yours and sending this scumbag a painful message. The robber got thrown out to deal with the authorities, and you were left shaken up, trying to laugh it off with Hazard at your side.

“Thanks for helping me deal with that,, I don’t know what I’d do without you.” You take him into a hug, grateful to have him.

“Aye, yer welcome. Am glad I checked on ya. Wha’ you think o my gift?” He leans into your welcoming touch. The way you were so soft, treating him the same was melting his heart. You’re feeling the same energy- he is not as scary as he presents himself, and you feel a new warmth that once was not there.

“The plant is very pretty, it’s up in my window. My pet also really liked the snacks. I love it,,, I don’t get gifts very often.”

He pats your head in a loving manner, and helps you clean up the mess. You see now, these actions are his way of showing you he means no harm. He’s honestly trying to to show his gratitude for all you’ve done. After it’s all cleaned up, it’s just you and him in the dimly lit space.

You try to reassure him you’ll be okay, but he seems worried about your well-being after the stunt with the burglar. You eventually ask if he wants to stay the night, and he accepts. You were joking at first, but he actually said yes.

So you lay on the couch with him at your side, watching a movie as you share a snack. You end up falling asleep against him and he doesn’t want to move an inch in fear of making you uncomfortable. You’re as cute as a kitten, your body in a circle shape snuggled against his side. His arm rests on your back, and he leans his head back, falling asleep shortly in time.

You wake up cuddled up like Hazard’s teddy bear. The fluffy blanket covers you both and your animal is sound asleep under your legs. Fin is awake with his eyes closed, enjoying this nice soft moment he didn’t think he’d get to have. His gun arm is unattached and laying on the floor. He feels your fingers caress over his shape, running over his hard muscles and shoulders before resting on his cheek. His eyes open and you look at each other, sharing the moment of waking up together. You smile, and you both begin to laugh before he moves in to steal a kiss.

You’re startled, even though you saw this coming, you embraced it anyways. Your heart was racing just from the little peck, it felt so good to be loved. You smooch him back, in a swift motion before you climb over him and off the couch. Loving him just came naturally to you, you hoped this was a sign things were meant to be.

“A’ll take ya to get breakfast, love. Maybe we could have a lil’ date?” He pulls you back into his chest for another cuddle. He’ll treat you good until he runs out of everything, you mean a lot to him.

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.

A Little Sneak Peek ...

Here’s the opening piece to the long awaited wedding chapter to ‘For Cayde’.  I’m still editing and working in a few things to get it where I want it before posting it.  This chapter is quite long and, for those who have been excitedly waiting, I am hoping not to keep you waiting too much longer.  Although, this part may make you hate me cause it’s all I’m giving you right now.  LOL!  

Soon, everyone.  Soon. ❤️

~Ais

❤️♠️ ❤️

SPOILER: This is just a piece to the yet to be posted wedding chapter to the For Cayde Series.  Not the whole chapter.  If you don’t want to read any yet and just wait, then don’t click ‘keep reading’.  But, if you want to check out the little opening piece, then, by all means, click away and I hope to have the chapter and the little companion piece that goes with it posted soon!

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