Solder76 X Reader Where They Only Recently Got Together.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

About Haz body

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Stargazing Tour?

🌹Happy Crimson Days🌹

I have been SO excited to share this as it's been finished for many days now. @wrenandthemachine is truly AMAZING and I really can't thank her enough for making this for me. After I described what I wanted for this piece, she sent back a quick sketch and it was as if she'd actually looked into my brain and just plucked the whole thing right out. She also added in a few touches I hadn't thought of that just made it all the more romantic and special. In fact, it even sparked a little ficlet I made to go along with it and, in keeping with the traditional dates Bungie tended to release Crimson Days - once upon a time - I decided to post it today.

Wren, thank you, again. So, SO. much. 🥲🥰🌹

I'd also like to thank @echosong971 for looking over the fic and giving me a thumbs up as well as offering up some great inspiration! 💗

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The Courtyard had been bustling with activity all day. Guardians, their armor adorned in every shade of red, white, and pink, went running and bouncing about across the open space among the waves of fragrant and intricately arranged plumes of roses decorating every square inch of the Tower possible - some even strung together to form tiers of garland draped over edges and delicately hung about railings. Red silken petals fell from the blue sky above, landing all around like delicate snowflakes, only to slowly fade once they touched the concrete walkways and platforms then reform once again above, slowly descending all over again. A trick of technology, but romantic and fantastical nonetheless.

Even the Ghosts were getting in on the festivities, wearing special shells - some shaped like hearts, some, like their Guardians, awash in pinks, reds, whites and styles of every kind, but all a reflection of love. Many were even showing off endearing projections just for the occasion and all of them would go buzzing about and twirling through the air, chirping and giddy around fellow Ghosts and just as happy as their Guardians to have this time to reflect on something joyous and warm - something special: A bond that could never be broken, even as the Darkness continued to encroach on the Light.

As evening approached, and more and more Guardians began returning after a day of festivities and Crucible matches, a low, soft hum seemed to settle over the Tower. Tiny lights began to glow all around, some nestled in and about the roses, creating a warm and intimate candlelit atmosphere. People grew quieter, the sky took on a pinkish purple hue all around the Traveler, and, gradually, those who’d found a special someone paired off to share a meal or drinks, or a little something more, while others gathered with friends, deciding to head into the City to the Cantinas to celebrate their friendships.

And me? I headed up a stairway leading to a balcony that overlooked the City. There, an all too familiar figure, his back to me, was casually leaning over the railing, gazing out beyond the bustle and activity below - out beyond the wall to the Wilderness and the first twinkling stars above. A soft wind blew in from the East, lifting his cloak ever so slightly, the tattered tails dancing at the backs of his calves. I smiled and walked over to him, leaning onto the railing next to him.

“Quite a sight, isn’t it?” I murmured.

“Always is,” he replied, not even turning his head to look at me, the edges of his hood hiding his face. “Never get tired of it, though.”

“Me either,” I softly smiled. “You waiting here for someone?” I asked.

“My wife,” he told me. “Thought I’d surprise her. Take her out to dinner someplace special. Someplace really romantic. Totally wow her. Maybe even get lucky later.”

I grinned, holding my bottom lip between my teeth to stifle a laugh, even as I continued to look out at the City. The lights were beginning to glow brighter as the sun started to fully set, the warm hues in the sky growing richer as they grew darker. Celebratory music could be heard rising up from below and off in the distance, fiery red heart-shaped lanterns began to float up toward the Traveler.

It was beautiful.

“So, where is she?” I asked him.

He sighed. “Oh … she’s got this habit of trynna save the world,” he dramatically lamented, waving his hand out over the City. “Damned annoying if ya ask me,” he added, making me smile again.

“Trying to save the world sounds like a pretty big task. Good thing she’s got you around to keep her spirits up for something so monumental.”

“I know, right?” He all too readily agreed, his tone lifting with pride. “I should get a medal!”

I couldn’t help it, I laughed softly, breaking character, and looked over at him just as he finally turned his head to look at me. His azure faceplates glistening with the reflections of the warm yellow-orange lights all around us, making them take on a shimmering, greenish hue.

So beautiful.

His blue eyes though, they never changed. The optics were like deep pools of water, soft and adoring as they cascaded over the features of my face, as if he were seeing me for the first time again and wanted to memorize each and every facet, a tender smile forming on his lips.

“Sorry I’m late,” I murmured.

“Eh,” he grunted, giving a dismissive wave of his hand. “Figured you would be. Damned Hive are so inconsiderate when it comes to other people’s plans.”

“The absolute worst. I think I’m going to complain to their boss next time,” I nodded, and we both laughed before a comfortable silence settled around us again.

“I got somethin’ for ya,” he whispered and I looked over at him as he reached behind himself and under his cloak, carefully revealing a single red rose he’d had hidden there. It was in full bloom, its plump petals like red velvet - rich and decadent. He turned and took a step closer to me, and I watched as he lifted the rose to my forehead. As soon as the petals touched my skin I sighed and smiled, my eyes closing of their own volition, the light, pleasantly soft tickle of the flower trailing down over the curves and dips of my features, slowly moving lower and lower, eliciting goosebumps all over my body, my heart skipping a beat. As the petals brushed over the tip of my nose he paused, giving me a moment to breathe in the delicious warm scent, the fragrance like fresh raspberries in the sun - sensual and delicious. I slowly licked my lips and sighed, wiggling my toes inside my boots to stave off the desire to just rip his armor off right here. As If he knew exactly what I was thinking, a heady chuckle rose from his throat and he moved on, tracing the outline of my lips, then down over my chin and further still, down along the side of my neck, teasing the senistive skin until he reached the collar of my armor.

Just as the sensation of the petals faded away, warm, yet giving metal touch my lips, lovingly pressing against them with practiced tenderness. The heat of his body made the light sprinkle of the musky cologne he’d put on earlier that day waft all around me, making my breath hitch with even greater excitement. I let a tiny moan escape me, opening my mouth to him, blindly sliding my hands up over the leather padded armor of his chest and shoulders, then up around the back of his neck, cradling the back of his head through his hood. His lips parted, and I beckoningly lapped at the underside of his upper lip, drawing him in further, hearing and feeling a low rumble from deep in his throat as it vibrated through him. A strong arm curled around my waist, pulling me into him possessively, the gentle kiss becoming more heated, more passionate, and more and more intense and needy as we playfully and eagerly gasped into each others mouths and teased and nipped at each other’s lips before we barely managed to pull ourselves back, panting and gazing into each others eyes.

“Wow,” I sighed, catching my breath, feeling how cool the air suddenly seemed on my flushed cheeks. “Really missed me today, didn’t you, handsome?” I asked, sliding my hands back down to rest on his chest and maybe just maintain some balance as I felt a bit weak in the knees.

“I always do,” he murmured, his eyes half-lidded. Even though his armor, I could feel his heart racing under my palms.

“Maybe we should order in instead,” I purred, holding my bottom lip between my teeth as I gave him a wanton and predatory gaze.

He arched a sharp eyebrow at me before returning the look, winking. “Maybe.”

I grinned and pressed back against him, hugging him as close as my heavy armor would allow, tucking my head under his jaw with another contented sigh. Both his arms were around me in an instant, hugging me right back, swaying us slowly to some unknown melody in the air.

The day had been long and grueling. He’d had official duties he’d had to see to here and hadn’t been able to join me.

That hadn’t stopped him, though.

From the moment I’d left this morning until I returned to the Hanger not too long ago, he’d been on the comms with me, chatting and joking with me, throwing biting witticisms at our enemies as if he were right there beside me.

I never once felt alone.

Still, through it all, and even with his giddy baritone ringing in my ears, all I could think was there was nowhere else in all creation I’d wanted to be than in his arms.

When we finally and reluctantly eased back from one another, he handed the rose to me with a smile and dotingly tucked a few strands of unruly hair, mussed from my helmet and the gentle winds, back behind my ear, then kissed my forehead. I smiled again and sniffed at the rose once more, the scent intoxicatingly sweet. He quietly chuckled and I grinned, then wrapped my arm around his left bicep, holding onto him as we both turned together and leaned back over the railing, gazing down at the City.

I curled in closer to his side and rested my head on his shoulder. “I love you, you know that?” I whispered.

I felt him tilt his head to rest against mine. “I love you, too,” he whispered back, laying his free hand over the one I had holding the rose.

“Happy Crimson Days, Ais.”

“Happy Crimson Days, Cayde.”

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My own Knuckles the Echidna headcanons! ❤️

• He only has a small handful of blurry memories of this parents; with those he can guess that he got his strength from his father. Sadly, he doesn’t remember how they passed.

• Underneath his big gloves are actually white claws. Every male echidna had these, hence having to wear those type of gloves, while the females had regular hands.

• Knuckles considers Sonic as his competitive younger brother and the two go out of their way to take on any bet they throw at each other.

• We know that he really loves grapes, but the purples ones are his favourite.

• Having to feed himself since his youth, Knuckles grew into a fine chef. From only using fruits from Angel Island, to savoury and spices given to him by his friends. They love his cooking.

• There is only one whom can be equal to Knuckles’ strength within an arm wrestling match - Big the Cat!

• Being isolated for so long has caused him to be a little shy around girls; especially Rouge after the Ark incident. She began acting all flirty with him and he doesn’t know how to react.

• How was Knuckles able to travel with his friends without worrying about the Master Emerald? He asked Tails to build a survalience system to keep an eye on it briefly.

My entry for @d2artevents’s Solar Embrace Zine!

I think it is only fitting for me to paint something more laid back and featuring fireflies and a lovable space cowboy and his Ghost.

Also I was listening to a lot of Ori music. lol

In regards to your Ask Box post, I'm curious as to what you think of Bayverse Optimus Prime. The man's not exactly well-loved on tumblr.

the short answer…

Who I pair/hate them with: Elita-1 (OTP)

Why I like/hate them: truthfully, the stunning realistic CGI work of the movies. I really do like Optimus’s bayverse design. And of course he’s just kick-ass :P but still holds the ideals of his original G1 self

Favourite physical feature: preeeeetty much everything, except his nose and his feet

Least favourite quality in the character: not particularly fond of his “We will kill them all” line, amongst a few other violent activities. but more on that below

3 Headcanons: 1) Jazz is NOT DEAD, and remains Optimus’s SIC and bestest best friend; 2) There exists a TFA-style Sentinel Prime character, ie. an Autobot who was once Optimus’s comrade and rival on Cybertron. When they meet up again, “Sentinel” is still a jealous asshole; 3) Elita-1 is anything but a ‘trophy wife.’ She’s a tough warrior herself who supports and works with Optimus a lot - she’s esentially like another one of his lieutenants. When in public, they are both serious and focused on work, and they never let their relationship interfere with missions. If you’re extremely lucky, you might catch them in a rare public display of affection (usually just arm-around-the-shoulder or shared smiles/laughter).

My OTP for said character: you guessed it, Elita1 x OP

and then, as if that wasn’t long enough, I ended up going on a long rant about Bayformers and Optimus…

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I like your headcanons. Can I be self-indulgent and ask for headcanons of married life with Soldier 76? (I'd like male!reader, but idk if the gender will even really come up much in this topic lol)

thanks<3 This is the last fic of the night. I've been trying to clear my asks lololol. The last one in there is vex vax and percy, so if thats not your's, i have politely rejected your idea. Sorry, i love you for asking anyway!!<3

Soldier 76 x Reader

Warnings - none

"Husband76", Soldier 76 x Reader

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oh my gosh oh my gosh oh my goshh

As a worker of overwatch, you were usually scheduled with him for missions when you two first met

When they realized you two worked well together, you were paired up VERY often

to the point where there was teasing towards the both of you

"You sure that's not your 'honey munchkin scurdel'?"

they would say anything to embarrass him its crazy

that implies that they totally knew he had heart eyes for you from the start

he didn't even tell them is the worst part

he just follows you around like a lost puppy

BUT enough of that

MARRIED life??

so so sweet.

yeah you guys are totally old working in an army

but the moments alone at home?

it makes an eternity seem like bliss

he really likes to hug you from behind and bury his face into the nook of your neck

so expect to feel his bristle beard a LOT

his voice is still totally dead, but the words that glide of that tongue? pure sugar.

"Are you okay, dear?"

"Hey."

"You always look amazing. Your beauty never left you from the day I first laid eyes on you."

"Did you need something?"

All of that was said with a smile on his face.

A pure, sappy, genuine smile

he literally smiles whenever he sees you

rizz76

you are his SUN

you go out, he goes out

At headquarters, the teasing died down, but the sound of the younger overwatch members cooing at you got 10x louder

"Aww it's 76 and 77 again! How are you two?"

just smile and wave

You two are definitely called relationship goals constantly

"I wish my boyfriend treated me like that."

(^said after Jack literally does anything romantically standard to you)

They all have low standards

(Save them)

He'd buy you anything you looked at.

Saw something in a window you pointed out?

whatever holiday is closest, he buys it for your gift.

even if it's just april fools.

"April fools!"

"Jack this isn't what you get someone for April fools."

it followed with a laughing fit between the two of you and you thanked him for whatever you pointed out

(he does it just to see you smile)

Sleeping in the same bed will always be the right kind of warm

summer or winter he is holding you

very closely

what if someone steals you in his sleep man??

If it's too hot he turns on the AC just to hold you

hes lowkey crazy for it

old age is getting to him

maybe both of you

Expect many dates

no matter how old the two of you are, he wont ever stop being romantic to you

if you guys ever get into an argument??

He is immediately working it out with you

"Love, what's upsetting you?"

Apologizes for whatever it is

and get this

HE CHANGES

HE CHANGES IT

he LISTENS bro

one time he asked you if he could pick you up

and you said yes

and he legit carried you around everywhere bridal style for a week

hes crazy strong

romantically strong

he'd die for you before he could even think twice

which is why the two of you WILL be together until the end of the world

holds your hand CONSTANTLY.

its like the fucker is glued to you

he has really rough hands

you made him start using lotion though

not as rough anymore!!!

thank god

oh my gosh he loves u sm bro

Headcanons Genji

I believe that in the blackwatch period he would be very insecure about his new body, and really thought that you would stop liking him because of it.

But for his happiness and yours, you liked and accepted him the way he was.

You didn't care if genji was a cyborg, you loved that about him

now after blackwatch i believe after he found zenyatta he would be a little more confident of himself

He started enjoying his new body and not caring about insecurities

Your relationship is incredible.

He is quite playful when you are alone.

He's a middle ground when it comes to PDA(I don't really know what that term means.)

In public he likes to have his hands in yours and put his hand on your waist or something.

as he is a cyborg, he cannot kiss you directly from the mouth, usually you kiss his metal part

Sometimes he takes the metal part off his face so you can kiss him, but not every time that happens.

He likes his relationship with zenyatta, he loves seeing the two people he likes having a great relationship.

Sometimes you will meditate with genji and zenyatta.

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Yoo,hello guys don't forget to drink water and take a shower,luv you guys,xoxo.

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

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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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