Soldier 76

Bayverse ideas I found cool

What it says on the tin :D ~ Not saying that all these are ideas are wasted in Bayverse btw, some worked just fine within the movies, some could have used more depth and some are indeed wasted potential, SAY GO!

1. Jazz as second in command of the Autobots 2. Decepticon Police Car Barricade 3. Mikaela, just, everything about her 4. Girl Gestalt Arcee, Chromia and Elita 5. Humans and Autobots working together - like, seriously! I would have enjoyed these movies so much more if instead of following Sam, we had Lennox as the main character and had scene his team bonding with the Autobots as they work together to catch Decepticons. I would have loved to see that happen, but alas, we just have the concept and one like from Epps when he says "they killed my friends" while referring to the Autobots in Dark of the Moon 6. Old man Jetfire 7. The whole Sentinel storyline - would have made a far better story if they had given it more to time, but I really liked the idea and what we got! 8. Humanity turning against the Autobots - this is something I always assumed would happen in the shows in which the Bots are common knowledge - the good thing about this is how it leads to good character arcs and drama for the Autobots, mainly Optimus Prime. His arc (carried over from the end of Dark of the Moon) in Age of Extinction was good! Liked it a lot and it made me love this version of Optimus! Not as well written as it could have been, but the idea is great and they did a good-enough job with it. 9. Laserbeak as a cocky assassin who can shapeshift - great stuff, great stuff :D 10. Shockwave and his giant pet sandworm 11. Optimus starting the 4th movie as broken as he was 12. Having a dad as the Protagonist and drawing clear parallels to him and Prime - I found it cute and they actually stuck with this in the final :D Also, Optimus and Cade is maybe my favourite dynamic any version of Prime has with a human 13. Cade being fucking badass and doing what he does for the Autobots 14. Crosshairs, mostly his design - his trenchcoat looks so epic! <3 15. Lockdown, I liked his role in the 4th movie a lot 16. Megatron's whole plan to use the humans to make him a new body - nice plan pal 17. Quintessa 18. Optimus being brainwashed instead of Nemesis Prime being a clone - and being forced to turn against his family! Super angst source, too bad they didn't manage to make it good 19. The whole negotiation scene between Megs and Lennox was nice - I wish it had meant anything 20. The Dinobot babies

say you’ll remember me

pairing - gabriel reyes x f!reader wc -  1,800 ish warnings - fluff and angst, unrequited love, implied sexual content notes - au ficlets based off the prompt of dream, also on ao3!

Congratulations on your engagement, reads the card. You gush over how adorable the design is and grow more excited upon opening it to see everyone’s names scribbled within.

Everyone you both loved had come together, filling every inch of the card with love.

“We always knew you’d end up together.” “To Mr and Mrs Reyes.” “Here’s to forever with your true love." 

The well wishes go on, and as you read each one aloud, he presses gentle, chaste kisses along your bare shoulder, your slender neck.

You feel so right in his arms, talking with elation about how much you can’t wait to be his wife. You snuggle back into him, resting your head on his chest–making both of you feel complete. Gabriel has never felt so whole in his entire life, yet he knows the feeling will only grow with each day–when you finally become his till death do you part.

He never in a million years thought he’d have this. That through SEP, Overwatch, Blackwatch, and beyond, he’d find you. His perfect match, his true love.

He closes his eyes for a moment, overwhelmed with contentedness, and when he opens them again, you’re no longer cuddled on the couch.

You’re both curled up in bed, both naked and spent, a sheen of sweat covering you both. Pleasure trickles throughout his entire body, and you’re both unsure where one of you ends and the other begins.

You both feel him softening, feel the way his seed leaks out of you–but the real treat is the way he holds you in his arms, both of you feeling safe and completely like you belong.

There’s not a place in the world that either of you would rather be.

"That was amazing.” You sigh, your voice breathy.

He presses a kiss to the top of your head, before tilting up your chin and kissing you with every fiber of his being.  "I love you so much, Y/N.“

You kiss him back with equal passion, and can’t fight the smile off of your face as you cling to him. "I love you too Gabriel, with everything I have.”

“Commander Reyes?”  

Your voice pulls him out of his dreams, along with the gentle touch on his shoulder—he comes slamming back into the harsh reality.

“The dropship isn’t far out now.” You whisper, knowing he’ll be eager to get back to base.

After the firefight, the two of you had been left stranded, surrounded by smoldering buildings and dead Omnics. It wasn’t what either of you were expecting.

Reyes had spent every last scrap of energy getting the two of you to safety, so while you waited for evac, you promised to watch over him as he slept. Granted, it wasn’t ever going to be great, the pair of you using rubble as pillows.

At one point, the Commander’s head had drifted onto your shoulder, until he woke up with a start.

He takes a good few moments to fully adjust, realizing where he is and what just happened.

“Thanks.” His voice is quiet and measured. “ETA?”

“5 minutes.” You reply softly, a kind, friendly smile on your face. Now he has no use for your shoulder, you shuffle away.

He nods simply fighting back the thoughts swimming in his brain. He was used to it, the embers of his inappropriate crush, but he usually had a better handle on it.

Right now, he felt like he was bleeding out, left on the battlefield to die. It had nothing to do with the fight and everything to do with the ache of waking. Of realizing that all you’ll ever be to him is an agent, because he would never think you could love him like the woman who wanted to be his wife.

He observes you silently, noticing the way you tap your fingers across your gun with anxious impatience, and that you still look so beautiful after everything you’ve been through. You hadn’t known each other long, but he knew you to be dependable, and uncharacteristically, he was completely smitten.

“(Y/N).” He starts, unable to use your rank after feeling so intensely close to you. He realizes quickly he doesn’t know what to say–how can he explain how he suddenly feels so close to you, knowing you don’t feel the same?

“Yes, Commander?” Your use of his title gives him whiplash.

Mr and Mrs Reyes, he thinks, the ones in the dream—they have to have started somewhere.  

Every cell in his body screams to say something, to make that first step and hopefully set you on the course of events that would lead to you being just as close as you were in the mirage.

Distant whirring interrupts his thoughts, and whatever words were going to come next die on his tongue.

“You did good today.” He smiles to try and disguise his pain.

“I didn’t do much, thank you for getting me out of there.” You offer meekly.

“I’ve got your back.” His words are certain and earnest.

“I’ve got yours too.”  

He wonders if that’s the closest he’ll ever get to hearing I love you leave your lips. Each praise or affirmation from your lips makes him soar, and yet still leaves him yearning.

His thoughts go around in circles, desperately trying to think of ways to bridge the gap between what he had felt and the chasm between you now.

You two pull yourself up from the pile of rubble, ready to head out to board the dropship.

“Can I ask you something?” It’s you who breaks the silence, your eyes fixed shyly on him.

“Sure.” He can’t bear to meet your eyes.

“What were you dreaming about?”

Had he said her name aloud? Moaned at the height of the dream?

“Why?” His gruff demeanor doesn’t appear any more defensive than he usually is—even if he most certainly feels it. He finally meets your eye, seeing softness there instead of judgment as you begin to speak.

“You had this little smile on your face, and you looked so peaceful. It was nice.”

“My wife.” He huffs a laugh. “Though, she only exists in the dream.”

“Oh.” He can see a range of emotions flicker across your face, as you seem uncertain how to react. “Well, I hope one day you find her for real.”

He laughs at the cruel irony and turns away—wondering how after today, things will ever be the same between you two again.

“Cariño.” His voice is a blessing as it drifts into your dream, the most heavenly sound you could imagine.  

“I missed you so much. I’m sorry I haven’t seen you in a while…” You turn, immediately falling into his embrace. Your hands slip to caress his face, tracing his skin as you desperately refamiliarise yourself with his visage.  

He holds you in return, the touch of his skin on yours bringing you deep peace you haven’t felt in his absence.  "Not been sleeping well?“ 

He knows you haven’t because you’ve barely seen him.  

"Something like that.” You sigh, letting the stress melt away, the problems barely touching you now you’re together. “It’s this double-edged sword, of missing you and needing you, and then those thoughts keeping me away from you.”

“We’re together now.” He kisses your forehead sweetly as he reassures you.  

Your fingers drift across his skin, sweeping to his brow. “You have a new scar.”  

“Nasty fight.” He brushes it off with a smile. “Don’t worry about it.”  

“How can I not?" 

He smirks, removing your hands from fussing so he can kiss them. "Maybe you could kiss it better." 

You stand on your tiptoes, your lips pressing gently against the jagged cut. "My warrior." 

"Now let me kiss you properly.” His voice lowers to more of a growl, as he rushes to kiss you senseless. His large hands hold you still as his lips caress yours, his tongue making love to you.

He pulls away momentarily, leaving you dizzy beyond belief. 

“If you keep kissing me like that, we’re not going to stop at just kissing.” You smirk, your body already buzzing in a way that’s only possible with him. 

“I don’t want to stop until you’re screaming my name.” His kisses fall to your neck as his hands grasp at your flesh. “I can’t get enough of you.’

"I can’t either, fuck.” You sigh dreamily as he paws at you, claiming your body for his own.  

“That’s it, baby, let me hear those sounds.” He purrs. “Say my name.”  

“Yes!” His name is on the tip of your lips when—

You wake with a start, your heart immediately aching at his absence. Your skin feels cold, your bed feels empty. It’s as if his lips and his touch were right there, only to be ripped away.

You scramble to the nightstand, desperate to grab the sketch pad so you can start sketching what you remember.

His locks of hair, his dark eyes, the dog tags around his neck. It’s so familiar and yet so achingly distant. This time you got close, or closer at least, to knowing more about the man who always comes back to your dreams.

You suppose it’s a sign of your loneliness, that you keep having the same dreams over and over, that his face keeps appearing and he acts like he’s loved you for a lifetime already.

With a final stroke of the pencil, this sketch is complete—his adoring eyes staring at you as he strokes your face.

You swap the sketchpad for your phone, navigating to your messages.

“I dreamt of him again…”  

Your friend replies almost immediately.

“Oh (Y/N), we need to get you a date.”  

You smirk at your phone, locking it and heading into the kitchen, ready to start your day. You flick the coffee pot on first, then the TV, and immediately drift to thoughts of what mornings with him might be like as you grab a mug.

“With another successful high-profile mission completed, the group ended with a press conference with the man behind it all, Strike Commander Morrison.”

Admittedly, you didn’t pay too much attention to Overwatch, especially in these more peaceful times. Strike Commander Morrison was always making great speeches though. Your eyes were fixated on the screen, focusing on Jack Morrison until your eyes drift to the grumpy visage of the man standing behind him to the left.

The mug you were holding falls to the ground, smashing into dust.

There he is—the man from your dreams.

Unlike Jack, all blonde hair and Overwatch blues, he’s dressed in darker tones with a beanie perched on top of his head.

The frown on his face is one you haven’t seen much in your dreams, and it makes your soul yearn to reach out and comfort him.  You want to earn those sweet smiles he gives you, and see the tension lift from his shoulders.

But this man, he’s not yours. He isn’t the one in your dreams.

Because even if he looks just like him, the man in your dreams isn’t real.

Christmas with Cayde-6

- it’s your first Dawning together <3 - wearing very ugly but matching Christmas sweaters - also getting little ugly Christmas sweaters for Colonel and Sundance - snowball fights (╯°□°）╯︵ °o Ooミ＼(≧ﾛ≦＼) - “If you throw that snowball at me you’re declaring war, sweetheart” -  this boy got some good aim and his throws hurt, but he’ll make it up to you ;) - another guardian hitting your face with a snowball and Cayde being the protective boyfriend and beating them up in the parking lot (ง ͠° ͟ل͜ ͡°)ง - kiss under the mistletoe bound on his beautiful, beautiful horn ( ͡°з ͡°) - playing in the snow together like little kids on missions - “You. Me. Snowman. Now.” ☃️ - “Let’s make snow angels!” - “Cayde, are you nine?” - “No, 126, I think.” - baking Dawning cookies for him and he’s so excited and happy about it <3333 - “All this… for me? I can’t believe you did this for me.” (／。＼) - baking more cookies and he’s always sneaking in to eat the dough ( ▀ ͜͞ʖ▀) - “CAYDE stop eating the dough or I’m gonna smack you with the spoon!” ò_ó - torturing Cayde with cheesy Christmas carols :)))))) - “I swear if I hear Last Christmas one more time I’m gonna blow something up.” - even more torturing him with Christmas songs :)))))))))) - “If I’ll hear one more Mariah Carey song I’ll kill anyone in the tower and then myself” T_T - Christmas shopping and Cayde absolutely haaaaates it :D - “I’m more than 100 years old. I don’t want to take a picture with Santa Claus.” - 5 minutes later: “Woah I can’t believe we met Santa!” 🎅🏼 - cuddled up in front of the tv watching Home Alone together - “Can we please watch something else? This is the 4th time we watched Home Alone today.” - Cayde running around yelling “IT’S TURBOTIME!” - Cayde hurting himself putting up decorations and getting tangled in lights - “Ho ho ho mother fuc-“ “Cayde, there are kids around” - decorating the christmas tree together 🎄 - him trying to put you on top of the tree because you’re his star ✨ *-* - Cayde putting out ramen instead of milk and cookies for Santa (what a cutie) - Cayde taking you back to the Cosmodrome, you two admiring the snow ❄️ - “Let’s go for a walk. I’m making sure you’re not freezing.” ;)) - he’s giving you his cloak and hugs you when you’re freezing (◕ ˬ ◕) - “You can suck my bells.” ( ͡~ ͜ʖ ͡°)  - “Cayde NO” ( ͡°⁄ ⁄ ͜⁄ ⁄ʖ⁄ ⁄ ͡°) - sex in the snow  *✧･ﾟ♡*( ͡˘̴ ͜ ʖ̫ ͡˘̴ )*♡･ﾟ✧*: - visiting Shiro-4 at the Iron Tempel - Cayde’s giving Shiro his burnt Dawning cookies made with love <3 awwwww - hot ramen shop dates to warm up 🍜 - buying each other Christmas gifts 🎁 - “Did you seriously get me a chicken for Christmas, Cayde?” 🐓 - going ice skating for the first time and Cayde clinging to you like his life depends on it ༼ つ ◕_◕ ༽つ - “If I fall, we fall together. it looks less stupid, okay?” ._.” - Cayde getting drunk on eggnog and gluhwein - “How many glasses did you drink?” - “J-jusssst a f-f-eeew… Hey babe. L-listen. S-santa Claus is just a fat guy breaking in houses and leaving p-presents lol” - drunk Cayde singing Christmas carols and Last Christmas - dressing up in a sexy Santa costume for him - “Have you been a good boy this year?” - “Hell no. I’m #1 on the naughty list.”;) - a really cliché but wonderful winter wonderland Christmas proposal ♥

Ok ok, I was the one who just sent in the genji appreciation thingy and I have to request something but you can change it idc I love everything like I really do love everything and anything but pleasseee pleaaasee pre!fall genji with a female reader where he gets proposed to? like, like, flowers! romantic setting! just super corny, reader even got him a expensivs ring! but like, they don't know each other that well and reader just really really likes him even with his whole bad reputation aaaaaa BARK BARK ARF ARFF AWOOOOO

Holy shit this one took a while to come out, but here we are. I will get another one done this weekend if everything goes to plan- I will finish these requests, I promise you!

Thank you for requesting! Was a pleasure to write the soft boy!

Genji x Fem!Reader

Word count: 1061

Genji Shimada. The younger brother to Hanzo, a boy with no head, some would say. One could say he’s mischievous although fun, while one could say he’s immature, not suitable for leading or being within the Shimada Clan. 

You, however, didn’t see that. You didn’t see the playboy everyone called him, you saw someone having fun, someone enjoying their life as best they can considering the circumstances he was under. He was a boy you had your eyes on ever since you first saw him. Sure, the looks played a part in it, but his personality and fun nature drew you in further. You were lucky to get close to him one night, hands brushing against each other and you swore a spark was felt. 

Once he touched your hand, it was like a switch had been flicked. He practically dropped everything to get closer to you. There were no more drunken sex-crazed nights, no more playing around with other people. His focus was all on you. 

From then on, you and the boy would meet more often, slowly turning it into a daily thing. You would talk for hours on end, getting to know each other better. Your favourite places to go were the coffee shop and the park, spending hours upon hours within each others bubble. You would sit for hours, talking and laughing and it wasn't long after the frequent meetings that you became official partners. It was an afternoon you were going to remember for years to come; the sweet and rowdy boy was timid, fumbling over his words.

He was nervous and rightfully so when he asked you. He wasn’t entirely sure you felt the same way, but when you had exclaimed a loud ‘yes’, his ears perked up and a smile filled his entire face. His arms enveloped you in a tight, yet gentle embrace, hands stroking the small of your back as his face nuzzled into the side of your neck. 

From there on, date nights happened more frequently. Movie and takeout, Genji trying to beat you at any game whether that was in the arcade or at home, sometimes you’d just go for a simple walk around the parks, taking in the scenery. Genji would always look over at you, candid images of you saved within his memory, something he would always look back on. You were perfect for him. 

Everything was perfect.

You would always shower him in love and affection. From the small things such as gentle touching, kisses on the cheek or forehead when he wasn’t paying much attention. You’d find little gifts that you thought he’d like whenever you were out shopping, small gadgets, fidget toys that he could keep in his pocket, to the latest game he was raving about. 

He would thank you profusely, wondering what brought all this on. He had never felt this kind of love before, it was all new to him but he enjoyed it. Genji loved the affection, he loved the gifts, small and big and he felt as if he could never return that favour. Despite your protests, you never wanted anything in return and anything he did return was cherished just as much as he was. 

But then things changed for awhile and he got concerned, you became somewhat distant, conversations shortened and he panicked. He thought things were going south, but what brought it on he couldn’t figure out. 

Only when he came home from a family gathering did it all make sense. 

The living room lights were dimmed, candles were lit and there was a bouquet of roses on the table. Beside the flowers was a small note, one that he hesitantly picked up. Did I miss our anniversary? Is this the calm before the storm?

The look on his face when you entered the room was enough to make anxiety rise. You saw the panic within his eyes, but that quickly diminished the moment he looked you up and down. 

While wearing a more casual yet formal attire, you looked gorgeous. Genji felt his mouth open slightly as you approached him before his hands made their way to your hips, pulling you suddenly into a kiss.

Words were exchanged, ones of “I love you,” and “I need you,” passing between the pair of you as you seated on the sofa. Something is going on…

The ninja saw the hesitation, the way your cheeks flushed, eyes averting his and your hands staying behind your back. He was about to speak when you cut him off, hand holding his before sliding off the sofa, kneeling in front of him. 

His eyes widened slightly before he realised what was going on. You could feel his hand shake in your grasp as you removed your other hand from behind your back, showing him the ring seated in the leather box. A small, yet expensive silver ring seated between the padding sparkled under the candlelight.

“Genji Shimada-” you smile, “will you be my husband?” 

It’s like the temperature in the room heightened, a warmth spreading through both bodies before the ninja nodded his head, accepting the proposal. 

Sliding the ring onto his finger, he admired the metal before he pulls you up from the ground, arms wrapped tight around you as the box falls to the floor. He was gentle, yet his kisses were rough, hands roaming your back as he pulls you even closer to his body. He wasn’t wasting anytime as he picked you up, almost throwing you back down onto the sofa.

Hands tangled in hair, both his and yours, kisses shared between lips, tongues playing and exploring. Soft gasps and whimpers filled the room, and and exploration of each others bodies ensued. 

One night led to two, then to three… You and Genji were practically inseparable, more so now than ever; hands holding each others, fingers interlocking even within the warm weather of Hanamura. You didn’t want to leave his side, and he wasn’t ready to part from you either. 

Despite his family’s objection, he didn’t care. He was all for getting married with you. A partner in crime, he would say, kissing your forehead to dispel any worries or concerns. 

He was excited for what the future holds, and if it was anything like it was before, he was ready to love every single moment of it.

I am part of the 18% who play as Femshep.

THERE’S STILL A LOT OF WORK AHEAD.

Humanformers [Transformers: Prime]

Some details in Shadow and Maria scenes I recently noticed:

1. Before Maria shows up here you can see the door open behind Shadow, which was the exact moment when she snuck in.

2. When she wanted to hold his hands to dance with him he held them out for her before she could even reach him. My boy was touch starved 😢. Hand-holding is his love language after all.

3. Her roller skates are smoking here from how fast they were going.

4. There are so many star symbols and star shaped stuff around Maria: the lights behind her are star shaped, maybe I'm looking too much into it but the wall sheets in her bedroom look like they have star symbols on them, she drew stars on her box, there are stars on her roller skates,

And we all know that she loved to look at the stars, talk about them and listen to her grandfather talking about them and her best friend was an alien. Either she was clearly interested in space or they put so many stars there to foreshadow the "light shines even though the star is gone" moment after she dies.

Home

A little self indulgent piece of my OC phantom and cayde.

Angst with eventual fluff.

This has not been proof read

Enjoy xoxo

Home.

He's home.

Sprawled out on the sofa of my...our flat, snoring softly. One leg over the back of the sofa, head tilted back, resting on his hands like he never left.

His Cloak slung over the coat hook it used to call home until 5 years ago, boots beneth it, still caked in mud and on the coffee table, his holster and ace...ace 2? I glance back to my bedside dresser, caydes ace of spades resting there, the tool of retribution that carried swift justice to uldren sov. My gaze returns back to the other wespon, cracked with an un-earthly glow sitting on the coffee table.

Why can't I be happy about this,Like every one else?

Why can't I welcome him back into my...our bed like I used to, curling up into his side, listening to his inner mechanisms softly working as we simply bask in one another's presence?

I should be elated. I am. Its like every wish I ever asked for rolled together in one. An impossible ask made real, laying on my sofa...our sofa. Back where he belongs. He's safe.

But what about me?

Selfish thought I know but,What about the tears I cried every day for 5 years? The nightmares? The hallucinations? The sleep terrors? The anxiety attacks?

What about my pain!?

I grieved. I grieved for him. The life we could have had. The death of seemingly everything I held dear and now I'm supposed to just...forget that? Forget how much i suffered while everyone else managed to move on.

Envy it an ugly emotion but I feel it nontheless strongly as I do my grief.

Does he even know?

I'm sure he must have some idea. I'm sure zavala and ikora filled him in. I'm sure sundance and midnight spoke.

Spoke about the night I screamed so raw my throat bled. The night zavala found me curled up behind the bust of cayde in the tower, wrapped in his cloak as the snow settled around me, slowly burrying me as i stared off into nothingness. The missions I returned from, battered and bloody only to pick up the next bounty and leave. No food. No rest. No time to remember.

Maybe thats why his eyes followed me with that uneasy concern when I bid him good night. The look of understanding that sent an uneasy shiver down me when I asked him if we could sleep separately for a while as I got used to my dead partner being alive and well back in my...our apartment.

A shiver of frosty air shoots up my spine and sets my teeth on edge.

He's here again.

Not the real cayde.

But the cayde thats been with me since he died.

The cayde that lingers in the shadows, that stalks me in the light of day, that lingers over my shoulder. A waking nightmare.

He first started to apear a few days after caydes death. Only at night. He would hover beside my bedside, bending down beside my ear to whisper.

"I was waiting for you. Waiting for you to run in and put a bullet between that bastards eyes. But you didn't. You were too late. Too late. TOO LATE!"

"Youre sick. Sick in the head. You welcomed my killer into our home with open arms. Crow? Crow?! That's what the sick fucks calling himself now? Are you that desperate to betray me? That desperate to desicrate MY HOME with that murders precence?!"

Then it would vanish as the dawn arrived leaving me sleepless and guilt ridden.

Until it didn't.

Until guardians would give my looks of sympathy and fear when a smokey apparition of the ex hunter vanguard would be glanced over my shoulder. Lips uttering words only I could hear.

I tried everything. Pills, alcohol, therapy, eris's hive magic, maras paracausal influence but nothing stopped the ghastly characature of my dead lovers visage from taunting me.

Ikora began to avoid me. I dont blame her. Being forced to see her fallen friend every instance we spoke must have been hard but...at least she could escape it.

Zavala simply gives me this look. The kind of look you give an animal you know needs putting out of its Misery as it lays dying at the side of the road. The type of look you give sickly dying people when you know they're on their last legs. I know he means well.

But I avoid him to now. I am not dying nor sickly...not outwardly and I don't wish to be treated as such.

With a sigh I turn, heading back into my...our room.

I'll get it right eventually.

I shrug off my clothes leaving them heaped on the floor, tugging on one of caydes hoodie that no longer smells like him before sliding into bed.

"Broken" it hisses.

"You think that's what i want. You think after these years, after what you've become, I'll want you?"

"Deluded"

"Shut up" I whisper holding my hands over my ears but it does nothing to silence the vile vitriol that slips from its mouth.

"Broken little phantom. How many time did you think of crushing midnight and ending it all huh? Monster. Selfish monster even considering that. I deserve better."

I curl into a ball as if caydes hoodie and the blankets will save me from the ghastly manifestations of my biggest failure. But it dosent.

My heart rate begins picking up as further hateful bile is spews from the lips of the creature using my lovers face to torment me. My fingers tremble against my face as my body convulses with each sob that wracks my frame.

"Worthless, selfish, untrustworthy, lying, unfait-"

"Hey"

The voice seemingly interupts itself

A hand on my shoulder jolts me to the present as i turn expecting the face of a nightmare...

2 icey blue optics stare into my own eyes from the darkness. Not the misty red smoke I expected.

"Zavala...zavala told me about...well...me" he says softly. The feeling of his hand on my shoulder, thumb rubbing gentle circles feels...Alien but...also like home.

Cayde glances at the misty apparition of himself with a hard glare. His eyes soften as he looks back to you "this guys a real buzzkill huh?" He says softly in a weak attempt to lighten the mood. He readjusts himself on my...our bed. Placing himself between me and the nightmare.

"Just ignore...him? Me? No not me. Ignore it" he murmurs as he slips under the covers. I cant help my body tense as he moves up beside me. As if sensing my unease he also freezes.

"I can leave, if you want. Go back to the sofa" his voice softly speaks as if I'm a cornered animal, soothing. Safe.

I pause. No. No thats the last thing I want now. I spent 5 years apart from him, I don't want to spend a single moment away from his side.

"No please stay" I mumble, voice horse from the tears that a familiar hand was wiping away. My hand finds the material of his tshirt and I move myself trying to get iven closer despite us already being flush together.

"Always"

His body fits against mine like a puzzle piece, arms snaking round my waist, anchoring me to him. "It wasn't your fault doll. I promise"

My body gradually untenses for what feels like the first time in 5 years as I sink back into he familiar embrace of caydes body. My body trembles with the adrenaline finally leaving my system.

His chest still rises and falls, his exo body's mimic of a heart beat still reaches my ears. Home. For the first time in 5 years, We are both home.

A blue light on my bedside catches my eye. A ghosts eye, 2 of them, watch us. Midnight and sundance. The pillow I keep on the bedside cabinet once for both midnight and sundance may seem unnecessary to some but our ghosts deserve a little love to. Midnight had always looked swammed by the pillow after sundance was blown to shards but now, seeing them both huddled up to one another as they to settle down, it feels like everything is finnaly settling into place.

Cayde-6 the once dead hunter vanguard, friend and lover was finally back where he rightfully belonged.

Home.

Our home.

What’s Shadow’s true purpose?

So Shadow’s loyalty is often forgotten what with the fanon marking him as edgy

 and a lone wolf, but it’s there and it makes me mad that people pass it off 

because it’s a big part of his character. 

 But okay so like. Usually most people interpret Shadow’s purpose was to be 

made for Maria and to help the world right? Right. So when Maria dies he thinks

 his purpose is revenge. WRONG. He gets that epiphany when Amy reminds 

him about it. 

 But that’s not it 

 Because okay, Maria wanted Shadow to protect the world. And for awhile 

maybe Shadow interprets this as “okay I gotta be Mobius’ hero.” But! He realizes

that that place is already taken. Sonic is Mobius’ hero and therefore he is literally

 the world. He’s usually the only one that can fix the world when it goes into peril.

 (The only other person to ever majorly save the world by himself was Shadow) 

so Shadow realizes, it’s not Mobius in general he has to be there for, but Sonic. 

The world can thrive as long as Sonic is their world, their core. 

 In a sense you could say that Shadow sees his new Maria in Sonic. In order for

 his purpose to be fulfilled, Sonic needs to stay kicking. That’s why we see in 06 

that he literally doesn’t look at him when he’s dead!!! Their world is broken 

because Sonic is prematurely gone from it. It’s not until Silver says “we still have

 a chance at saving this world!” That Shadow FINALLY LOOKS TO SONIC 

WITH A BROKEN VOICE AND SAYS “maybe we could’ve..if he were still alive.” 

 AND ITS LITERALLY THE LAST STRING IN HIS PURPOSE BEING SEVERED. 

 Sonic and Shadow were fated to meet for a reason. Shadow was supposed to 

meet Sonic because his purpose was to protect the world like a Shadow. HE’S 

SONIC’S SHADOW. HE’S SUPPOSED TO PROTECT SONIC SO THE WORLD

 MAY REMAIN SAFE. 

 Like I’m sure SEGA didn’t mean to be that deep and only meant to make them 

rivals but SEGAAA oh my god you literally made Maria tell Shadow “you’re to 

watch over this world, like a shadow!” And people mistook Shadow!! for Sonic!! 

Because he’s Sonic’s shadow!! He’s supposed to watch over Sonic!! Girl if that

 ain’t some metaphorical stuff!!

 LIKE IT ALL MAKES SENSE NOW. SHADOWS LIKE NO NONSENSE 

RESPONSES TO SONIC ASKING FOR HELP ISNT JUST BECAUSE THEYRE 

ALLIES, ITS BECAUSE HE KNOWS THATS HIS JOB. AND ALSO? ALL THE 

TIMES HE PROTECTS HIM FROM GETTING HURT ISNT THAT BULLSHIT

 THAT PEOPLE SAY LIKE “oh man it’s because he wants to be the one to kill 

him, nobody else can” WRONG. ITS BECAUSE HE HAS TO KEEP SONIC 

SAFE 

 another example of that is him going into hiding upon finding out about Sonic’s 

“death” in Forces. Every time this bitch finds out that Sonic’s dead he literally 

loses himself. Even if people don’t ship this, it doesn’t have to be seen like that. 

Shadow cares deeply for Sonic because Sonic is his purpose. 

 And that’s the tea.