Married Life W/ Gabriel Reyes

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In timeline order for the most part (all descriptions are from the Mass Effect Wiki)

Mass Effect: Evolution - Set in 2157 during the First Contact War, and the story covers the origins of the Illusive Man and Cerberus.

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Mass Effect: Revelation (Novel) - Prequel to Mass Effect, set in the year 2165. Its plot involves David Anderson and Saren Arterius investigating an attack on a human research station.

Mass Effect: He Who Laughs Best - a single-issue comic released on May 4, 2013 for Free Comic Book Day 2013. It delves into how Jeff “Joker" Moreau became the SSV Normandy’s pilot prior to the events of Mass Effect.

Mass Effect: Ascension (Novel) - Set a few months after the events of Mass Effect, and concerns a young biotic prodigy, Gillian Grayson, pursued by Cerberus. 

Mass Effect: Redemption - A prequel to Mass Effect 2, and is set a few months after the opening events of Mass Effect 2. The plot involves Liara T’Soni, Cerberus, and a mission of the utmost urgency.

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Mass Effect: Incursion - An eight-page mini-comic that follows Aria T’Loak’s encounter with the Collectors one week prior to the opening events of Mass Effect 2.

Mass Effect: Inquisition - Taking place after Mass Effect 2, the plot revolves around Captain Bailey and his investigation of Executor Pallin and allegations of corruption within C-Sec.

Mass Effect: Paragon Lost - a prequel to Mass Effect 3, follows the early career of Alliance Marine, James Vega as he leads an elite Special Forces squad into battle against a mysterious alien threat known as the Collectors.

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Mass Effect: Retribution (Novel) - Set one year after the events of Mass Effect 2, and concerns Cerberus, and their investigation of Reaper technology by using it on Paul Grayson.

Mass Effect: Conviction - Days after the events of Arrival, David Anderson locates Alliance marine James Vega on Omega and tasks him with guarding an important prisoner.

Mass Effect: Invasion - Invasion focuses on Aria T’Loak’s battle against the human-survivalist organization Cerberus as it attacks Omega.

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Mass Effect: Deception (Novel) 

Mass Effect: Homeworlds - a comic series written by Mass Effect 2 and Mass Effect 3 lead writer, Mac Walters in cooperation with character writers for each respective POV character. Each installment will focus on a main character from Mass Effect 3.

Issue #1 - James Vega: Hell on Earth Issue #2 - Tali’Zorah vas Normandy: The Galaxy Betrayed Issue #3 - Garrus Vakarian: A Bullet for Your Sins Issue #4 - Liara T’Soni: Last Hope for the Galaxy!

Blasto: Eternity is Forever - a single-issue comic featuring Blasto, a fictional hanar Spectre featured in several films in the Mass Effect universe.

Mass Effect: Foundation (Upcoming Series)

Issue #1 (July 24th 2013) - Introduces readers to an enigmatic “agent" and revealing the story of her time spent on the violent mining colony of Themis.

Issue #2 - August 28th 2013: Urdnot Wrex-one of the most dangerous mercenaries in the galaxy-crosses paths with a mysterious secret agent in this explosive adventure!

Issue #3 - September 25th 2013 - The loss of the human colony Eden Prime was the first in a series of catastrophes to mark the return of the Reapers-a race of sentient AI that would threaten all life in the galaxy. Now, in her own words, Gunnery Chief Ashley Williams reveals what she saw.

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ENJOY!

“Hey – is that a picture of Jazz?”

“Yeah, he left it with me his last visit.”

“Hahaha! Who’s the nerd getting noogied?”

“That’s me, Sideswipe.”

“…oh. You uh, look good. Who’s the guy doing it?”

“His name’s Cliffjumper …  another good friend of mine.

Been a long time since I last saw him. A real long time.”

I’ve boarded the feels train to hell and I’m taking you all with me.

Hello 😊, I saw that you are accepting orders so I thought I would send one. Overwatch Genji x reader, where they have known each other and been friends since Genji joined Overwatch, so they are already well in tune with each other's feelings. Reader has a backstory like Captain America's Winter Soldier, where they killed and hurt a lot of people while in control of Talon, some of these people even being from Reader's own family, the request would basically be for Reader to be feeling down and slowly becoming isolating, a hurt & comfort where Genji goes to reader to help and at some point in their conversation reader lets go ❛ i'm scared of ending up alone. ❜. As I already said, hurt & comfort with a happy ending, Genji and Reader's relationship can be both romantic or platonic, it's up to you. (Sorry for bad english, it's not my first language)

kindred | genji shimada x gn!reader

In your second chance at living, you learn that someone cares.

✦ CONTENT: Angst with a happy/hopeful ending, hurt/comfort, blood, assassinations and violence, near-death experiences, developing relationship. ~1,7k words

✧ NOTES: Hi anon, your English is great, no worries (it’s not my first language either ehe)! Sorry this was so short TT I hope you enjoy regardless! Thank you for the request!!

AO3 | Masterlist | Requests | @houseofsolisoccasum @interstellar-inn

Having lived in the undercity of King’s Row for most of your life, you were far more accustomed to the dark than anyone should be. Light became unfamiliar when you were recruited into Talon; in just a short amount of time, you went from a thief to an assassin. Lurk, strike, then leave without a trace—that was how you were taught to carry out your missions. That was what your commanders expected of you. A swift slash from your blade then you’re back in the shadows, prowling the night from the rooftops.

Though you were also taught not to form any attachment or bonds, it was difficult to ignore how alone you were.

There was no camaraderie in Talon. All you had was yourself, and even then, you didn’t always trust your intuition. You couldn’t rely on Doomfist and Reyes out of fear, and you couldn’t rely on Widowmaker because she’d grown cold over the years. You had no one, and that was exacerbated in your last mission when you were presumed dead and thus abandoned.

You’d never felt more alone.

You supposed that was a fitting punishment for you. After all, you’d done the same thing to others countless of times, even those that were meant to be your loved ones. Where those people had hopes and dreams and love, the only thing you had was duty. With your failure in the last, there was nothing left. Bleeding out on the ground, you’d accepted that this was your retribution.

Dying alone, uncared for, unfound. 

You were within arm’s reach away from Death itself, but when you woke, you were no longer in the rubble. Instead, you were in what seemed to be a hospital room, all cleaned and bandaged up with countless tubes and wires attached to your body. And when she stepped in, you finally realised where you were—within the territory of those you were meant to eliminate.

Dr. Angela Ziegler had stepped in with a smile, pleased to see that you were conscious. You’d been out for weeks, she said. When you asked her if she knew who you were, she replied that she did, the smile never leaving her face. It confused you. Why would she go lengths to save an enemy? A threat?

Of course, you weren’t going to be let go that easily. Soldier: 76 came to interrogate you as soon as you were able to speak again. You had nothing left to lose. You were dead to Talon, and Overwatch could grant you the mercy that is death the moment you stopped being useful.

And just like that time amid the destruction, it never came. 

They’d given you a choice. A chance to live your own life, away and unaware from it all, or to join their ranks in helping the vulnerable. Neither was a good option. Even if you were freed, you didn’t have a place to go, or a place to call home. You thought you’d only be a burden as their agent as well. You weren’t trained for doing good. You were trained to kill, be a dog on a leash, not save the world. But there was a glimmer of hope deep within your chest. This was your chance of atonement.

After an arduous silence, you took it.

They had you start small, do light work while your body recovered. You assisted Mercy and Winston in the laboratory, helped Pharah take care of the firearms. Then, when the pain finally eased, you moved on to more strenuous tasks—aim training with D.Va, close combat with Brigitte. It frightened you how easily you seemed to fit into Overwatch, overwhelmingly so, and instinctively, you closed yourself off. You were expendable, just like you were to Talon. It was for your own good not to get close to anyone, no matter how friendly some of them were to you.

A part of you craved to be one of them. You wanted to return Tracer’s cheery smiles. You wanted to spend hours at the arcade with the younger agents. You craved for a semblance of friendship and normalcy, but that was a luxury you thought yourself undeserving of.

It was a quiet night, much like it had been on your last mission. The glow from the holograms illuminated the path as you made it to the training range. The headquarters was mostly asleep, but you weren’t one of them. Phantom pains in your chest kept you awake and hot flashes kept you from relaxing. You thought you could take your mind off of it if you were shooting at something. The moment of solitude didn’t last long; the cyborg ninja—Genji—slipped into the room, nearly scaring you out of your skin.

“You couldn’t sleep?”

“What do you think?” you replied dryly, cocking the gun again. “People like me aren’t meant to rest.”

He approached you, quietly watching you shoot down another target. 

“If it’s restitution or closure you want, you’re looking for the wrong person,” you stated. “I can’t help you get in touch with Reyes. I’m dead to them.”

“That is not what I’m here for.” He leaned against the wall and crossed his arms over his chest. “You… are different.”

You blinked, putting down the gun as you tried to process his words in confusion.

“There is much on your shoulders.”

“Not sure how that makes me different. Everyone has their own baggage.”

“You were made into a weapon, just like I was,” Genji said. “If it is atonement you seek—”

“Let’s spar,” you interrupted, wanting to divert the topic off of you. “You can’t sleep either, can you?”

He seemed surprised—as surprised as he could look, what with the metal plating on his entire body—at your offer. Loosening his shoulders, he nodded. There wasn’t much talking after that; only grunts and the sounds of movement could be heard, but your fists spoke more than a thousand words.

Things seemed to change for you after that. You felt less stiff, more… free. You felt lighter. Suddenly participating in group activities didn’t feel as daunting as it used to. You started to welcome the playful banter from other agents. Training with Genji also became a part of your routine. You weren’t the only one with burdens, you knew just from one look at him. It seemed to be a temporary solution—a refuge—for both of you. You found yourself letting your guard down around him, finding yourself more talkative than you used to be. 

He felt familiar. Where everyone was a stranger in Talon, those in Overwatch felt like a friend, even a family. You were veering into unfamiliar territory and it scared you witless. You could lose it all at any second. People like you were meant to be alone and someone else’s to command, but somehow, it felt different with them—with him.

You were friendlier to the other agents, sometimes more willing to tag along in D.Va’s antics, but Genji was something else. It was as if he understood you to your core, able to empathise with you easily. He’d only told you a little bit about his life, about the fateful duel between him and his brother, about his reconstruction. About how it had taken him a long time to be able to accept himself as he was and how you reminded him of who he was in the past.

In turn, you felt you were understanding him better as well. Eventually your time spent with Genji wasn’t limited to only sparring. You spent your time off sitting in comfortable silence with him as he polished his armour. Fighting alongside him was fun, exhilarating, and you felt more and more drawn to his presence.

A positive outcome would usually scare you. What if you lost everything right now? What if they all left you for dead, just like your previous comrades did? You told yourself it was an irrational concern and that you shouldn’t worry about the outcome, but the anxiety in your stomach kept growing. Still, it all seemed to melt away when you were with him. He was a kindred spirit, in a way. You felt seen and heard, like someone truly saw you for who you were instead of what, and it was more relieving than you’d expected.

You plopped yourself down on the floor, chest heaving as you tried to catch your breath. Genji, on the other hand, looked unaffected by the hours of sparring, leisurely standing in his spot.

“It’s so unfair,” you complained lightheartedly, “you’re more durable than I am. I feel like I’m running several marathons.”

He chuckled. “Perhaps we should train your endurance next.”

“You mean what Brigitte and Zarya are putting me through isn’t enough?” You raised your eyebrows. “Way to treat your friends, Genji.”

“We’re friends?”

Your blood ran cold and you paled. Were you moving too fast? You parted your lips, stammering for a bit. “Well, I mean… sorry, I just assumed—”

“I am happy to be your friend.”

“What?”

You could hear the smile in his voice. “It’s nice to see you be carefree. I was afraid you would break me when we first met.”

“You? Afraid?” You laughed and elbowed him softly. Relaxing your shoulders, you glanced back outside the window where the sky was painted in hues of blue and orange. “I don’t know. I guess it just feels new. You guys treat me like a person, not an asset. I didn’t get that treatment with Talon. For most of my life, I always thought I’d end up alone… Dying alone like I almost did that day.”

As he fell silent, you continued, “Thanks for being patient with me, Genji. You didn’t have to, but… You did, and I won’t forget that.”

“I feel we are more similar than we expected,” he said. “It was difficult for me to accept others’ kindness too, but it’s important for us.”

“Yeah,” you agreed quietly. “It really does change you, doesn’t it? I don’t remember the last time I felt this… comfortable with someone.” You glanced at him. “Do you really think I’ll absolve myself one day?”

“I do.” He turned his head towards you. “I myself am doing the same thing. We can walk down this path together.”

You smiled softly. “Yeah. We will.”

🍂PARENTHOOD: SLEEP🍂 . Since a lot of people were asking for toxin to make an apearence 😊

So have a sweet toxin story.

(NOTE: this does not follow the actual comic books. This is just an Alternative universe 😊)

Rainy Days🌧️

Hazard x Reader

A/N: It’s been raining here for a couple of days and what’s better than wrapping yourself in a blanket? Having a bigass bf that can give you twice the warmth.

Summary: Hazard spends time with you at your place

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The storm outside raged with a ferocity that rattled the windows of your workshop. Rain lashed against the glass, and the occasional crack of thunder made you jump despite yourself. But inside, the world was warm and quiet, a sanctuary from the chaos beyond.

You sat on the worn couch in the corner of the room, wrapped in a blanket. Beside you, Hazard lounged, his arms draped casually along the back of the couch. His presence was as steadying as the glow of the workshop’s dim lights. You’d never admit it out loud, but moments like this made your heart feel fuller than it had in years.

“Ye´dont need to keep checkin’ the window” he said, his thick Scottish accent rolling over you like the warmest whiskey. “The storm’s not gonna burst in here an’ take us by surprise.”

You gave him a playful glare. “Maybe I’m just making sure you’re not going to bolt back outside for some harebrained stunt.”

Hazard’s laugh was deep and rumbling, like distant thunder, but far more comforting. “Aye, I’ve done my share of daft things, but I will not be leavin’ yer side tonight. ‘Specially when it’s this cozy.”

You rolled your eyes, but the faint blush creeping up your neck betrayed your amusement. “Cozy, huh? You’re just saying that because you’re hogging most of the blanket.”

“Ach, come here then” he said, shifting to drape the blanket over you properly. His arm slid around your shoulders as he pulled you closer. “Better?”

You hesitated for a moment, then let yourself relax against him. The solid warmth of his chest, the faint scent of smoke and metal that always seemed to cling to him, made your worries melt away.

“Much better” you murmured, the words barely audible above the storm.

“Ye know lass, I’ve been thinkin’” he began, his voice softer now. “In all my years, I’ve seen explosions, chaos, an’ more close calls than I care to count. But nothin’—an’ I mean nothin’—compares to moments like this.”

You tilted your head to look up at him, his expression uncharacteristically serious. “You mean... moments where you’re not actively blowing things up?”

Hazard snorted, shaking his head. “Aye, somethin’ like that. You’ve got a way of makin’ me feel... grounded. An’ that’s not somethin’ I’m used to.”

Your chest tightened at his words, a warmth spreading through you that had nothing to do with the blanket. “You’re not so bad yourself” you said softly, your fingers lightly tracing the edge of his prosthetic arm. “When you’re not driving me up the wall, that is.”

Hazard chuckled again, the sound vibrating through you. “Ach, admit it, ye love it. Keeps life interestin’, eh?”

“Maybe” you said, a small smile tugging at your lips.

He tightened his hold on you, resting his chin atop your head. “Ye’re somethin’ else, ye know that?”

The storm outside seemed distant now, its fury no match for the warmth of his embrace. Minutes passed in comfortable silence, the two of you simply enjoying the closeness. His fingers absently traced patterns along your arm, a small, soothing gesture that made your eyelids grow heavy.

“Have ye ever thought about what’s next?” he murmured suddenly, his voice low and thoughtful.

“What do you mean?” you asked, tilting your head slightly to look up at him.

“This life, the missions, the danger... it’s a wild ride. But sometimes, I think about somethin’ quieter. Maybe a small place of our own. No storms, no explosions. Just us.” His gaze softened, a rare vulnerability showing through.

Your heart swelled at his words, the thought of a future with him warming you more than the blanket ever could. You reached up, brushing a stray strand of hair from his face. “That sounds perfect” you whispered.

His lips curved into a soft smile, and he leaned down, pressing a gentle kiss to your forehead. “Perfect.”

And as the storm continued its futile assault outside, the two of you stayed wrapped in each other’s arms, dreaming of a tomorrow filled with peace and quiet moments just like this.

Overwatch Headcanon:

Hanzo and Genji's dragons are the opposites of them. They reflect what they needed to learn when they were younger.

Genji needed to learn responsibility, so his dragon (Soba) is serious and is almost like a stern parent.

Hanzo needed to learn how to let loose and not be so serious, so his dragons (Udon & Ramen) are utter goofballs.

Genji learns to be serious, so now he takes it upon himself to teach Soba how to have fun. Soba is reluctant, but she loves her master so she is willing to learn.

Hanzo is slowly learning not to be so serious all the time with his dragons help. But sometimes they're too much to handle and go out and cause mayhem. Soba feels like she has to teach them to tone it down.

Genji’s Dragon

A commission done for @adorkableaud

Prompt:  Genji’s dragon really loves to hang out with s/o. s/o and Genji are not yet in an established relationship and they both are shy about their feelings for each other.

Word count: 2048

You sat by yourself in a large windowsill, quietly enjoying a book as gentle rays of sunshine beamed through the glass to give you warmth. The day was a bit overcast, but there was just enough sunlight to keep you comfortable.

While invested in your story, you feel an odd warmth gather in your lap. Keeping your eyes on your book, you hesitantly reach down with one hand to feel what’s going on down there. You feel… scales… and a long, serpentine body. Is that a snake!?

You fall out of the windowsill with a shriek. Luckily, you weren’t too far from the ground so you don’t get hurt too bad, but now your head was whipping around looking for the spooky scary snake that dared snuggle up to you. You were confused to find no such thing sitting around you, but as soon as you looked up, you see a wispy green dragon floating in the air mere inches from your nose. You let out a shriek and cover your eyes as a defensive reflex. Staying still for a few moments, you start to think you may just be hallucinating, but you feel a gentle warmth touch one of your hands. Something akin to a lick, you think.

Slowly, you lower your hands from your face and see the dragon is still there. It lets out a frustrated chuff before snuggling up to your cheek, gently wrapping around your neck, and resting its head on your shoulder so it could take a little nap.

Well, it would appear this creature didn’t mean you any harm, but you were still incredibly weirded out by this situation. Where did this dragon come from? Why does it want to sleep on you? Wait, dragons are real? So many questions ran through your mind, you almost didn’t notice when Genji showed up. You spotted his feet in your peripheral vision and looked up to see a rather confused ninja.

“Oh! Genji!” you say, startled.  “Sorry, sorry. I was reading but then I fell and now I’m… here…”

With embarrassment clear on your face, you get back up on your feet and try to avoid eye contact with Genji. Since the moment you first saw him, you have had quite the crush on him. Even when you mistook him for an omnic at first, you wished he would be yours. Of course you’d be caught in such an embarrassing position in front of your dream man…

“So, um, what brings you here? I don’t usually see too many agents in this corner of the Watchpoint.”

“I’m… actually not too sure,” Genji responds, as if in thought. “I just felt like coming here. Like some instinctual pull brought me—“

Just then, the little dragon wrapped around your neck perked its head up and let out a defensive little snarl at Genji, to which Genji took a step back and yelped in surprise… which then made you yelp out of fear.

“What is that doing here?” Genji asked, pointing at the dragon. His visor hid his face, but from his voice you could tell he was completely flabbergasted about all this.

“Oh! It uh, just kind of showed up? That’s actually why I was on the floor. It scared me. Thought it was a snake… Heh, do you know anything about this?”

Now that you mention it, you began to recall Genji having something very similar—

“That’s my dragon!” Genji nearly shrieked. It almost sounded like he was embarrassed about something, but you couldn’t think of anything that could possibly cause him to feel that way.

“Yours? Oh, you mean that glowy dragon that appears when you do your… sword thing? I didn’t think it was… sentient.”

Genji held his hand out toward you and the dragon let out a little growl before begrudgingly uncurling from your neck and twirling around his arm. In an instant, the dragon vanished on a poof of green smoke and it was as if the creature had never been there to begin with.

“It is, somewhat,” Genji said with a sigh. “Most of his behaviors are derived from my own personality and mood. I didn’t even notice it had emerged, let alone left me. I’m sorry it frightened you. I’ll be sure to keep better control over it.”

Now you were feeling a little bad. You didn’t want him to feel so self-conscious about this.

“No, no,” you assure him. “It’s not that big a deal. Now that I know what it is, I wouldn’t mind having it show up again! It was actually kind of warm as it rested on me. Kind of like a long cat.”

You could feel the color flushing in your cheeks as you began to realize how silly you sounded. How dare you describe Genji’s cherished dragon like that? That’s one way to ruin your chances with the guy you crushed on.

Yet, it seemed he did not take offense. Instead, Genji let out a little chortle and nodded his head in agreement.

“It is sort of like a cat, isn’t it? That just means it gets into more trouble than it should. But, if you really don’t mind, I suppose it’s alright. If only I knew what drew it to you in the first place.”

Oh, but he knew. He knew all too well but was too afraid to admit it. Just like you had fallen so hard for him, Genji had fallen just as hard for you if not harder. It would seem now his desires are finally starting to become too much for him and his dragon thought it would be best to take action. Sadly, Genji didn’t think you’d be willing to go out with him. Despite his time with Zenyatta, he is still somewhat concerned with his appearance and feels in his current state, he in unlovable—at least not in the intimate sense. He can make friends and close companions just fine, but to take on a lover? It was impossible, or so he thought.

With that, Genji simply gave you a little wave and left you alone. But, even with him gone, you swore you could still feel his presence deep within your chest.

That night, Genji dreamed of holding you in his arms. He wanted to squeeze you tight, kiss you hard, and make you all his. Of course, that was just a dream, but come morning, you woke up to find Genji’s dragon had returned. The glowing green serpent was curled into a little ball on your stomach, much like how a cat curls up. Does this thing even know it’s reptilian? Regardless, you found it pretty cute, even if its presence did give you a bit of a start when you woke up. You reach out and gently stroke the dragon’s cute little head, then rub down along its back. The dragon lets out a pleased purr and presses against your hand for more affection.

However, this contact must have sent a jolt through the dragon, because as soon as you started petting it, Genji launched up from his bed with a gasp and instantly knew his dragon had wandered off again. He was correct in assuming his dragon had gone to be with you again. Damn, it was too early for this…

Genji felt himself being consumed by an addictive warmth. It was something that made his heart pound out of his chest and he silently cursed his dragon as he simmered in jealousy. He needed to get his dragon back, but most importantly, he needed to see you.

Genji got himself out of bed and rushed to put himself together. It was as if every moment apart from you left him more and more antsy. Once he looked decent, he rushed out of his room and simply followed the compass in his heart to find where you and his dragon were hiding. It was likely you were still in your room given the early hour, so he hoped he wouldn’t be waking you up or anything.

You remained in your bed, gazing at the dragon with loving eyes as you lazily stroked its limp body. It had become so relaxed under your touch it was basically a limp noodle by now. After what felt like a good hour, you hear a gentle knock on your door that still managed to make you turn stiff with surprise. Then, as much as you didn’t want to, you carefully got yourself out of bed and pulled the dragon off of you. The spirit was not pleased in the slightest, but allowed it for it knew who was at the door.

You open it to see Genji standing there. Of course, you think to yourself. You grab the dragon out of the air with a mastery that gave Genji a shock. You had only known the dragon for less than a day and you already handled it so well! It was good to see you were quickly establishing such a good connection.

You hold the dragon out to Genji and he shyly takes it back. The dragon dissipates as he makes contact with it.

“Heh… Sorry again. It would seem my dragon is quite fond of you.”

You smile just a bit in your still sleepy state, picking up on the adorable shyness in Genji’s voice.

“Well, I think I’m becoming quite fond of your dragon as well,” you reply.

The ninja perks up just a bit at this. He couldn’t tell if that tone you were using was flirty or not, but he considered it to be enough to make a move. A very subtle move, he hopes.

He inquires, “Is that so? Perhaps we could, I don’t know, arrange a meeting time of sorts? Just a time for us to hang out so you can spend some time with my dragon. I mean— at least then maybe the darn thing would stop running off like this. It’s much more bothersome than it lets on.”

You had a sneaking suspicion that this may or may not be Genji asking you out on a date. You really really hoped that was the case. Your heart swelled and you internally screamed at the thought of it, but you didn’t want to get your hopes up too high either. You figured it would be best to play it safe, but that doesn’t mean you won’t be totally relishing in this opportunity.

“I think that sounds lovely,” you say after pretending to think it over for a moment. “I’d love to spend more time with that sweet dragon of yours! Oh—and you too, I guess.”

With a coy little wink, you tell him he can text you whenever he is in the mood to hang and the two of you can just work it out from there. Then, you shut the door and flop back onto your bed to try and get some more sleep, but you just can’t. You’re too busy rolling around and screaming into your pillow. A date with Genji! Well, not a date exactly. But still! A DATE WITH GENJI!

Meanwhile, Genji has a silent celebration of his own on the other side of your door, pumping his fists into the air and letting out soft, whispered “yesssss”s under his breath. Looks like that whole “get a date through your pet” also applies to ancient spirit dragons. Even his dragon emerges once again to twirl around his head and let out a few excited chuffs and rub up against Genji’s face plate with glee.

Still, the dragon’s plan to break the ice has worked, but it thinks it still needs to help Genji, at least until they get married. The dragon ceases its celebration to look back at your door, then glance at Genji.

“Don’t you dare,” Genji whispers angrily and gestures for the dragon to return to him, but nope. The dragon reveals a mischievous toothy grin and phases through the door to snuggle up to you again.

Genji whines and slowly sinks down to the floor with his head in his hands. His descent is accompanied by a long “noooooooooooooo” until he hits the floor. This was so embarrassing. He wishes he could put a leash on that thing.

"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

The Thirteen Prime Zodiac

In my Embers-verse Cybertron has a pretty long history, which I’m still fleshing out, a part of that is a zodiac based on the Thirteen Primes!

By the time that the Cybertronian Autobot-Decepticon War, a.k.a. The Great War, occurs the Thirteen Primes & anything associated with them are largely considered to be myth & legend.

The Thirteen Zodiac is considered to be archaic & is largely disregarded, though there are certain groups who still pay it mind. Amongst these interested groups are scholars, the religious, mystic enthusiasts, & fans of the legends of The Thirteen.

It was once believed that a newspark’s personality and fate could be predicted through the star sign they had been born under. The star signs are as follows:

Prima - The Judge

Vector Prime - The Tempest

Alpha Prime - The Scribe

Solus Prime - The Forgemaster

Micronus Prime - The Loyal

Alchemist Prime - The Wizard

Nexus Prime - The Guardian

Onyx Prime - The Masked

Amalgamous Prime - The Trickster

Quintus Prime - The Traveler

Liege Maximo - The Deceiver

 Megatronus - The Fallen

Thirteen - The Forgotten

Below is a brief description of a few traits associated with each sign. More in depth writing concerning the traits and fates associated with each sign will come soon! As well as information concerning which signs belong to notable Cybertronians!

Continua a leggere

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”