Hello Folks And On Today's Episode Of I Complain About Overwatch Lore, May I Present Gabriel Reyes' Son?!

My own Blaze the Cat headcanons! 💜

• Blaze’s strong need to keep hold of her responsibility as the princess of her kingdom was due to her strict father, the emperor. He kept her isolated throughout most of her childhood.

• She was taught swordsmanship as even though she can master her pyrokinesis, it’s still part of the royal tradition for her to learn.

• Whenever her mind is feeling stressed, she goes down to the beaches to meditate or quietly read a storybook under the trees, only temporarily though.

• Every time she sneezes, her ponytail grows into a burst of fire; it’s even worse when she catches a cold.

• As much as she’s embarrassed to admit it, but Blaze has a bit of a sweet tooth. She loves it when Amy and Cream share desserts with her although she attempts to hide it.

• Her favourite genre of books are romantic novels (the nicely written ones of course) she can get lost within the bittersweetness of the stories, to the point when Marine thinks she’s ignoring her.

• The reason why she’s scared of heights is due to her chasing a butterfly up to the highest top of her castle once as a child… she nearly slipped off.

Bonus one w/ Silver

• Somewhere, sometime, the Sol Emeralds called her once again to Sonic’s dimension only to see everything in flames. There she met a white psychic hedgehog and agreed to stay around until she can find some answers for her own.

TFP: Elita-One

So here is a long long bio for Elita-1 and my story for her in my AU !

Formerly Ariel, she was once a council worker on Cybertron, specializing in supervision of all sorts of workers from mid and lower castes. She could have done far greater, as she had been gifted by the Well of AllSparks with the ability to change her form not just twice but three times total, to walk on legs, wheels or fly.

Yet she still chose to work where she did. Grunt work, in comparison to the great Senators and other somewhat rulers of Cybertronian society but…Ariel loved her line of work. It kept her humble, in comparison to great many of her councilmen and women who did otherwise.

So, Ariel spent many many times seeing how they worked, as well as going to the record halls, studying what she could to ensure she did her work correctly. That was how she met, then Orion Pax.

The two were close, as he often fetched her the necessary data of her work, and would speak with her about all kinds of things. Be it speaking of the caste system, history, myth, legends and so much more. It was only natural thus that she fell for him, and he for her.

Of course, then all changed as Megatronus and Orion crossed paths, and tensions rose, when Orion was deemed worthy of a Prime by the council. Ariel, who had sided with Orion, made it clear to the council that this caste system was by no means a benefit to anyone, made her voice heard and…paid the price dearly for it. If she wanted to advocate for the lower caste, then she would live as lower caste.

Sentenced to the docks, she was. Made to toil in them day and night, as rebellions stirred further and further…till Megatron came to be, and Optimus Prime was reborn. When alliances came to be, factions decided and each parted from one another.

Ariel, found by the Autobots after an attack on the docks, was heavily damaged. Awakening to a medbay, she was delighted and saddened to be reunited with Orion,now Optimus. Had they lived another life, perhaps things would be different. So, that night, Ariel died. In name and frame, she was remade and rebuilt by the medics, and chose a new name for herself. If the council thought herself so elite, then she would take that name. Elita-1.

She rose the autobot ranks, using her knowledge from her former line of work to coordinate attacks, recruit and train soldiers of all kinds.

Then came the grand Exodus, and Elita-1 was forced apart from her Conjunx, having only committed themselves to each other a week before. He had given her the coordinates for Earth, to follow him, but she couldn't follow aboard his ship, as she and the last of her team would forge a distraction till they made it out.

And when that was secured, and she was the only one left standing, she boarded a ship of her own, broken as it was, but it was something still. The damage was substancial, especially as Cons found her, and alone, she could do nothing but chart her course…and jump into a cryo-stasis pod, and wish that Primus would keep her safe. That she would make it to this new planet in one piece…and that maybe, Optimus would be there when she made it.

So we all know how weirdly antagonistic Haz is to Mercy. Ever think it's because he saw her as a saviour when he was younger, but got dissolutioned so hard by his accident that he began to grow a specific dislike for her? Like he was waiting in the hospital hoping that an angel would appear and make the pain go away, only for him to be abandoned by the system to suffer alone? I think about it.

Honestly, that's such a raw and compelling interpretation of Hazard's character. I could totally see it—he was probably at his lowest point, clinging to the hope that someone like her would swoop in and save him, like the angel of mercy that she is supposed to represent. Instead, he was left to rot in a broken system, and that betrayal might've cut deeper than any physical wound. It's not just a dislike for Mercy as a person; it's the shattering of an ideal she represented to not just him but possibly everyone.

Every time he sees her, it could be a reminder of the hope he once had—and the pain of realizing that hope was misplaced. It’s not just personal, it’s existential. Maybe that bitterness fuels his drive to rely on himself, even to a fault. That’s why the second voice line with him and her—

For reference:

Mercy: Given the injuries you've sustained... you must be in an immense amount of pain.

Hazard: Let me guess: you want to poke and prod, make it all go away?

Mercy: Well, an examination certainly couldn't hurt.

Hazard: Examine all you like. It won't mend the harm you've done.

This exchange is brimming with tension and layered with resentment, it perfectly illustrates the fractured dynamic between them. His bitterness is palpable, but it’s not just anger—it’s deeply rooted disappointment.

When Mercy acknowledges his pain, her concern comes across as genuine, but to Hazard, it likely feels like empty words.

Autobot sex appeal

so, he's a cyborg right? what if the certain fleshy tissue near certain areas where his implants and cyberbits are very *very* sensitive? sensitive in a way he shivers or jolts when it's touched? like say, his nape?? teehee

Ticklish Bear

Hazard x Reader

A/N: AAUUGGHH I LOVE THE WAY THAT YOU THINK (WHY DIDENT I THINK THAT THIS COULDVE WORKED IN SO MANY SCENARIOS)

Summary: Hazard just wants to tune his guitar…

The dim glow of the city lights filtered through the window as you sat beside Hazard on the floor of his small apartment. A half-empty bottle of whiskey rested on the table nearby, his idea of a “relaxing night.” He was leaned back against the couch, his guitar balanced across his lap, fingers absently picking out a haunting melody that seemed to match the low hum of the world outside.

You watched him silently, captivated by the way his hands moved—so sure, so precise. His cybernetic fingers glinted faintly in the light, but it was the smooth transition from flesh to metal at his neck that caught your eye. Right at the base of his skull, just beneath the implants, there was a sliver of exposed skin that seemed softer than the rest of him.

“You’re starin” he said without looking up, his Scottish accent pulling you from your thoughts.

“Maybe I am” you admitted, leaning a little closer.

“Careful” he muttered, his lips quirking into a faint smirk. “Ye keep lookin’ at me like that, and I might think ye’ve got plans.”

“Maybe I do” you shot back, voice light with mischief.

He chuckled under his breath but kept playing, the gentle melody filling the space between you. Emboldened by the moment, you reached out and lightly brushed your fingers against the nape of his neck, where flesh met cybernetics.

The reaction was immediate. His entire body stiffened, and his hand froze mid-strum. A sharp inhale escaped him, followed by a muttered, “Christ!.” He twisted to look at you, his glowing eyes narrowing.

“What the hell was that?” he asked, his voice tight, the faintest edge of a tremor betraying him.

“What was what?” you replied innocently, though you couldn’t stop the grin forming on your lips.

“Dinnae play dumb wi’ me” he said, rubbing the back of his neck with his cybernetic hand, careful to avoid the spot you’d touched. “Ye know exactly whit ye did.”

“I barely touched you” you said, scooting closer.

“That’s the problem” he muttered, shifting uncomfortably. “It’s—ach, it’s just sensitive there, alright?”

“Sensitive how?” you asked, curiosity sparking as you leaned in.

“Sensitive like—don’t bloody touch it again” he grumbled, though the faint flush creeping up his neck was impossible to miss.

You didn’t listen, of course. Reaching out, you brushed your fingers over the spot again, lighter this time. His reaction was immediate—he shivered, his shoulders jerking as a muffled curse escaped him.

“Are you ticklish?” you asked, your grin widening.

He shot you a glare that could’ve melted steel. “I’m no’ ticklish” he growled, though the pink blooming on his face told another story.

“You’re definitely ticklish” you teased, leaning closer.

“Touch me there again, and I’ll—”

“You’ll what?”

Hazard sighed, letting go of your wrist, but only to grab his guitar and set it on the table behind him. “Keep pushin’ yer luck, lass, and I’ll show ye squirm” he muttered, his voice low and teasing now.

“Is that a threat or a promise?” you asked, your grin widening as you inched closer to him.

He raised an eyebrow at you, his glowing eyes narrowing. “It’s a bloody guarantee” he said, and before you could react, his hands—both flesh and metal—moved toward your sides.

You squealed as his fingers dug lightly into your ribs, tickling you relentlessly. “H-Hazard! Stop!” you gasped, squirming and laughing uncontrollably as you tried to wiggle away.

“Ye wanted tae play, aye?” he said, his tone smug as he continued. “We’ll see how ye like it.”

“Okay, okay, I give up!” you cried, breathless from laughter.

He finally stopped, leaning back with a satisfied smirk. “That’s what I thought.”

You glared at him half-heartedly, still catching your breath. “You’re evil.”

“Aye” he said, his grin widening. “But ye love me anyway.”

You rolled your eyes, but you couldn’t help smiling. “You’re lucky you’re cute.”

He chuckled, reaching for the whiskey bottle and taking a swig. “Damn right I am.”

I love the 2 cayde fics you've done. That exo dosnt get enough love. All I ask is a fic with some angst and a dramatic confession the exo himself. Do as you will with the rest and keep up the amazing writing 😊

I’ve been waiting for this one y’all. Tysm anon!!

Epiphany

Cayde-6 x Reader

TW: Canon typical violence, near death experience.

“Take me with you.”

He’d always said it as a joke. Well, not exactly.

If somebody had taken him up on the offer, he would’ve gone in a heartbeat. But nobody did.

And then, you.

You, whose so dangerously like him.

You with the attitude that Zavala calls recklessness.

Cayde prefers fearlessness.

It’s what he loves about you. Not that he’d ever say that. Not aloud.

The sun is setting rapidly on the Tower as you enter the Hall of Guardians, the last beams of sunlight landing on Cayde.

Cayde, the man the plagues your every thought.

Cayde, the only reason you’re ever excited to come back to the tower.

He looks up as he hears you walk in, the usual slouch he carries disappearing as his eyes fall on you. He straightens his back out, rolling his shoulders out to accentuate his height as much as he can.

Ikora stifles a laugh.

He does it every time you walk in, like clockwork. He looks casual enough, sounds it too. But the second he sees you, a small part of him turns into a nervous wreck.

“Hey, Y/N.”

One of the many things he’s done to make you fall for him. He calls you by your name. Not Guardian, the same title given to every work mule in this tower.

No, to him?

You’re a person.

“Six.” As you greet him your voice is breathier than you meant it to be.

He notices.

He doesn’t say anything, though.

You catch him up on your latest job quickly. It was a boring one, and he’s tired of listening to it about a minute in.

Although, you have a nice voice.

He doesn’t dwell on that too long.

As you finish up and go to leave you wait for a second, already knowing what he’ll say.

He shifts, leaning in closer, his voice just a whisper as he brushes the side of your face.

You’ve been planning for this.

“Hey, take me with you.”

He’ll regret that later.

But right now, as a smirk finds it’s way onto your lips, as your hands slide past eachothers and you slip a note into his hands.

Needless to say, regret is the last thing he’s feeling.

Even more so when he opens up the slip of paper and reads what’s inside.

Meet me at the hangar when you’re done with work.

Cayde looks up, letting his eyes trail you as you walk away.

He’s got quite a bit of work left to do.

Nevertheless, he decides he’s done after five minutes. Wasting the night on paperwork isn’t exactly something Cayde’s willing to do.

Zavala eyes him suspiciously as he walks away hurriedly. He caught the interaction between you. Knowing the both of you, he assumes your plan can’t be anything he’d approve of.

Ikora just smiles.

Cayde’s an adult and so are you. Even if you don’t always act like it.

Besides, the tower can get boring. You two flirting tends to be a source of entertainment for her.

It feels like your stomach flips inside your body as you see Cayde walk into the hangar. You’re not quite sure what you expected.

You’d hoped he would come. Hell, it’d be unlike him not to.

But still, worry crept in. Made you wonder if he never saw you the way you see him.

Although, it’s not like this is a date.

Not officially, at least.

“Hey.” Cayde’s voice snaps you out of your thoughts, and you look up at him as he steps in front of you, close enough that your chests nearly brush.

“What’s the plan, doll?” He’s made a habit of calling you those kinds of names.

He just likes to see you blush when he does.

“Nothing too special, just thought you might wanna get out of here for a while.” You step to the side as you talk, watching Cayde’s eyes light up as he sees the speeders waiting behind you.

You grin, not letting yourself stare at him too long.

“Where we gonna go?” You ask him, trying not to let your eyes betray the nature of your feelings towards him as he turns to you.

“EDZ?” He asks. The conversation is simple.

Comfortable.

Sweet.

The kind of thing that makes you want to spend the rest of your nights doing just this.

You nod, going to walk past him before he catches your hand in his.

You turn around, inhaling sharply as he holds onto you.

“Thank you.” His voice is low and earnest, a tone you don’t think you’ve ever seen him use with anybody else.

It’s just for you.

This side of him that doesn’t feel the need to crack a joke every other second just to fill the silence.

The side of him that knows he can be comfortable with you.

“We both need it.” You answer simply.

He nods slowly, searching for the right words to say in reply.

They’re sitting right in front of him.

Three words. Three, simple, little, words.

“Damn right we do.” There he goes again.

He’s wanted to say them.

Hell, he’s tried to.

But it’s like he chokes on his own feelings whenever he does.

It’s too much, and this feels too good to risk ruining it.

Being a Guardian isn’t a life full of joys. And being a vanguard?

There’s even less.

You’re his best one.

He’s not gonna put that on the line.

The ship ride down is quick, and on the speeders, you’re even faster.

You zip through a maze of pine trees, dodging boulders and fallen logs. The only sound you can hear is the wind flying past your ears, and Cayde’s laughter.

And taunts.

And, of course, flirtation.

“How about if I win, I take you out for dinner?” He offers, shouting so that you can hear him.

In reality, you’d like nothing more.

You pretend otherwise for reasons you’re not even sure you completely understand.

“We’re racing?” You ask, laughter bubbling up in your voice.

He rolls his eyes as if you should’ve known this already.

“Sweetheart, it’s always a race.” His voice reaches your ears, and you can’t help but feel like this is heaven.

The wind in your hair, the freedom you feel, and him.

It’s always been him.

It’s like you’re not even on the ground anymore. So much so that when you enter a dark zone, you don’t even notice.

And when fallen begin trailing you two?

You don’t notice that either.

Eventually you come to a stop, climbing off your speeders breathlessly.

“How was that for getting out of the tower?” You ask, leaning against a tree.

Cayde can’t pay attention to a word you’re saying.

Your wind whipped hair falls to frame your face in waves. The playful little smirk on your lips that he’s grown to love so much.

Everything about you renders him speechless.

“Cayde?” You question his uncharacteristic silence.

“I lo-“ Those fated words almost leave him when the attack begins.

Fallen swarm you suddenly, coming in from every side.

It’s a dogfight, and one neither of you are even close to prepared for.

Everything turns into a painful haze after a bullet is lodged into your ribs, even more so when you realize your ghost can’t help you right now.

So much so that as the gunfire ceases, and as Cayde drags you out of the area, you can hardly tell what’s happening.

Maybe it’s fear.

Although, if you were thinking clearly, you would know it’s probably blood-loss.

Suddenly your ghost is flying around you, healing up the wounds you’ve sustained.

“Y/N? Y/N?!” Cayde’s voice is laced with panic as he tries to get you to respond to him.

You attempt to sit up, only making yourself dizzy in the process and falling back.

Cayde catches you quickly, helping you to sit up.

“I’m fine…I’m fine.” You groan, rubbing your ribs. Your ghost might have healed you, but it’s still sore as all hell.

“You almost died!” He responds, more worried than he would be in any other circumstance. Risk is part of your lives, he knows that.

But when it comes to you? All objectivity is lost.

“Cayde, I almost die everyday. It’s basically my job.” You try to joke, even though you know Cayde’s probably not in the mood for it.

He sighs, looking away, trying to find his reason.

He can’t.

Because the only thing coursing through his mind is that this is his fault.

The only reason you were out here is because he wanted to get out of the tower.

You did this for him, and you almost died.

He almost lost you.

“If I hadn’t-“ You cut him off before he can finish.

“Cayde, this isn’t anybodies fault, so don’t go blaming yourself.” He sighs, running a hand over his face.

You’re right, he knows that.

Still, it scared the shit out of him.

“It doesn’t matter, Y/N!” He doesn’t mean to shout, he just…he doesn’t know how to feel.

“We’re out here because of me. And because we were out here and because we were distracted you got hurt.”

You’re starting to get confused. Why the hell is he taking this so hard?

“It’s really not a big deal, it happens. What’s going on with you?” You ask, standing up as he does too.

“It wouldn’t be a big deal if it weren’t you.” His voice slowly trails off to a whisper as he responds.

Oh.

Oh.

So that’s what this is about.

“Cayde…” You begin, knowing exactly what that meant. He cuts you off before you can finish.

“No- I…let’s just head home, okay?”

You roll your eyes. You’re honestly shocked he hasn’t realized that his feelings are reciprocated before.

“Cayde.” You try again, and get interrupted again.

“We don’t have to talk about it.” He insists, trying to hide his shame.

You’re smart. He knows you know now.

And the thought that you might not feel the same?

It kills him.

And how could you? How could you, beautiful, brave, daring, you, love him?

Him, the exo. The one that nobody takes seriously because he never demands it.

How could you love him?

You can’t, he’s convinced himself of it.

He knows it.

“Cayde, I love you!” You shout a little, trying to get him to shut up for a second.

And then his whole world shifts.

He whips around to look at you, searching for any humor in your face.

And all he finds is exactly what you said.

Love.

You love him.

As you walk towards him, everything feels like it slows. Your hand cups his face, your eyes boring into his.

“I love you.” You repeat, hoping he realizes just how serious you are.

And by God, he does.

He kisses you quickly, sweetly, nervously.

It’s perfect.

He’s perfect.

This, right here, this moment.

It’s so, very, perfect.

He pulls away, looking down at you, your foreheads touching.

“I love you too.”

A/N: Wrote half of this in a Home Depot. Loved it. Hope y’all do too.

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Ft. Any Cayde-6 user

Title: Midnight Hauntings

Time: some ungodly hour in the morning

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The Guardian was actually not expecting herself to have a “Hunter Vanguard” stay at her room for the night, Her and Cayde had been friends for some time now before starting a romantic relationship.

Bringing herself from slumber, she felt the side of her head on his chest, she did a small nuzzle on him, not long before she shot up to a loud crash outside her room in the distance, looking towards her room door before turning her head to the sleeping EXO.

“Cayde! Cayde!” She whispered in fear, hand shaking his chest, no matter how much she tried to get him to wake up, she failed.

She then moves to shift her legs to the edge of the bed, before standing on her feet, making her way to her side of the nightstand, opening one of the drawers and getting her gun out before wondering to the door.

The hatch metal door opened at her command, hiding in the doorframe as she pointed her gun to her right and left, looking over a shoulder to see if he woke, but he remained asleep on her bed.

Later turning her head to the dark hallway, she wonders out to investigate what caused the loud crash that woke her from her sleep.

After some wondering, she hid in a corner of the hall that’s straight, with a left and right turns, pointing her gun at each direction, the hallway is clear, very silent.

She turns left, continuing to slowly wonder, assuming that crash came from somewhere that’s distant from where her room is.

After some more wondering and finding spots of the hallway clear, a chill went down her spine, heavy breathing as she sees that a window broken with glass shards on the floor, it is clear that someone must have broke in.

She aims her gun as she heard the sound of something run past her from behind, she moves up to hide at another corner, she can feel her heartbeat starting to go faster, her arms were beginning to shake while she points her gun left and right.

It was clear, scared to speak… she moves forward down the hallway, later startled by loud banging and snarling coming from one of the doors, causing her to run down the hallway before hiding herself behind another corner.

Shaking in fear, panic slowly beginning to rise… she slowly peeks her head over the corner, the snarling and the banging behind the door seemed to stop, leaving her in quiet sounds in the air drifting in the hallway.

She looks to her right, tightening her grip on her gun… she later looks to her left, greeted by something that stood many feet away from her, light flickering, it didn’t look human.

The figure had its head down, breathing weakly… she slowly brought her gun to aim at the figure with her trembling hands, finding it slowly moving its head up to stare blankly at her with a creepy-looking face, causing the female hunter a racing heartbeat.

“W-What the hell..?” She thought to herself.

She can feel it pounding out of her chest, her quiet panicked breathing brought the figure to a horrible smile, causing it to run towards her, she lets out a loud scream as she ran down the hallway while the figure chased her with bolting legs.

She later ran into a dead end, panicking as the figure walked towards her before pouncing her against the wall, clenching her eyes shut tightly, turning her head to the right, holding the weapon so she wouldn’t be able to shoot it, she fought back in fear as it held her hands, trying to avoid being killed by it.

Later feeling reality come to her, she felt an actual hand gripping on her right wrist… another hand on her left shoulder, she can hear the sound of someone snapping her out of the darkness that is tormenting her.

Slowly opening her eyes, she sees that it wasn’t that dark figure that isn’t pinning her against the wall, she slowly turns her head to see that it’s Cayde and the Ghosts that are behind them.

She sees him with a worried look on his face, her heartbeat can still be heard pounding in her chest with panicked breaths.

“C-Cayde… I… I…” She was trying to explain why she was out here at this hour, but couldn’t get the words out of her mouth due to fear, tears beginning to fall.

She felt his arms wrap around her before being pulled into his chest, her body shaking while gripping him tightly.

“I… I…” her voice was now breaking from what she saw in those dark halls.

Thinking about River and his "it's hard for me to talk about what's biting at my ass" line (during the Hunt) and then later (during Following the River) he opens up and tells V about his parents and if V interrupts him before he gets into more detail he responds with "heard sob stories enough?"

Do you ever just... think a bunch about characters like these? You know, the characters who are always the rock to lean on, the anchor, the source of safety and stability and calm? The ones who are so selfless and full of love and compassion, that might not always have their own needs met because they always put others first? And especially in a world like Night City, where everything is just so very fucked? Where something like this can definitely be taken advantage of?

And this is not to say that River is some doormat that others walk all over as they please, and all he does is smile and put a thumbs up. In River's case (and in general honestly) I do not think kindness should be mistaken for weakness.

He is not weak or boring or naive, not even for someone living in Night City. In fact, it's pretty damn brave to hold onto kindness and altruism like that especially considering the world he lives in and everything he's been through.

I think about the text he sends to V letting them know they can always talk to him. And then I think about the Sun ending, the Path of Glory, how there is the opportunity for V to tell River that he is their rock, their anchor.

And he smiles with content for a moment. But V is leaving.

V, the one who helped him find Randy, helped him put his life back together in a different, but more beautiful way. The one he could turn to in his time of need, the one to be like yes I will help you, and I do not expect anything in return. The one who listens when he opens up about his trauma. The one who refuses to accept his help, the one that says "you being here is enough."

V, the one he falls so hard and so quickly for.

V, the one that is dying, that he may never see again.

I don't know where I was going with this, but on a completely unrelated note, my heart feels like it has been shredded to a million pieces.

Thought on being Genji's first love after his accident.

After coming to terms with his new body under Zenyatta's guide, he still never really put himself put there. Back before Genji always had someone to spend time with, he never was as alone as he was now. He always had a girlfriend or many people he spoke to, but now it's just him and a body he still didn't really like to look at. He more focused on training, meditation and any missions overwatch sent him on.

That was until the new overwatch recruit came along, they were friendly and treated him like a human. He enjoyed talking to them, either training alongside them or a quick wave when they passed by. He felt his heart quicken a little bit when they were near but he pushed those feelings down, nobody could love something like him right?

Soon enough him and that new recruit would spend time outside of overwatch, getting lunch together or him walking them home. With enough convincing, he would eventually show his face to them. Removing the helmet willingly for once, his face was so pretty you couldn't help but admire it. Genji felt embarrassed, scars were everywhere and he didn't like to think about them.

He reached for his mask again but you caught his hand, stopping him from covering his face again. He relented and let you touch his face, his cheeks were dusted a soft pink and he averted your gaze.

"I don't know why you cover your face, it's very handsome."

His blush deepened, he tried to reply but he couldn't think of any words. You realized what you said but before you could apologize he spoke.

"Thank you.. I. I never expected to hear that.."

He smiled softly, he took your hand in his.

"Especially not from someone as beautiful as you."

Genji never thought he would be called handsome again, but maybe this was the beginning of something new.

Genji x Reader (First Date) fanfic

Submitted by anon, reposted from my old account.

It was a few months after overwatch had announced the recall when you’d joined the ranks. After the Paris incident you saw the time had come for hero’s to return and new ones to arrive, and you were willing to take up the gauntlet.

It wasn’t long into your first week on the Gibraltar base when you’d finally encountered the famed cyborg who sliced and diced a null sector behemoth to pieces and survived an encounter with doomfist. You bumped into him in the hall and greeted him with a chipper hello.

Error 404 ‘-I need healing!’

He took off running like a bat out of hell, his face felt hot, steam was pouring out of his valve releases. He was smitten with you at first sight and he didn’t know how to deal with it... He left you standing there in the hall confused beyond words...

The second encounter was no better, he saw you in the training hall and tried showing off. Needless to say he accidentally almost ended up destroying half the arena with his dragon blade. Almost killing you and endangering others in the process... He apologised profusely but he just couldn’t get a coherent sentence out. Whenever he tried talking to you it was just a mess.

He tried and tried his hardest to speak with you, but each time he did his confidence fell to pieces and along with it his tongue.

In all honesty? You thought it was very sweet, you’d heard of the cyborgs unfortunate story, you found his attempts at making a closer relationship with you very cute too. You decided to ask him out. And as it would turn out? Genji was planning the exact same thing.

You were walking through the halls to your room late one night, a midnight snack in hand from the cafeteria. You were approaching your dorm when suddenly, right in front of you, a set of green lights illuminated themselves. “Y/n!! Y you’re up late!” Genji said, he sounded very startled, as if he wasn’t expecting you to be out of your room.

You nearly dropped your snack out of fright, “g Genji! What are you doing here?!” You say sounding just as startled as the ninja. “I I just! I had to! I mean! I’m sorry I I’ll go!” He stammered out turning to leave. You grabbed hold of his hand and the surprised noise he’d made still makes you giggle thinking about it, “wait! Please...” you say holding on tight.

You heard Genji take in a very deep breath. He turned around grabbing hold of your hands with his. “Will you go out with me?!” He blurted out.

You stand there for a moment before giggling and nodding. “I was about to ask you the same thing.” You laugh. “Yes Genji, id like that.” You smile up at him.

Genji couldn’t tell which was better, your answer or your smile. He let out a breath he didn’t know he was holding before falling onto his back on the floor with a loud thud. “Thank you.” Was all he said, he sounded so relieved. “I don’t know what I was so afraid of.” He laughed.

You giggle and open your door. You step inside and put your snack down before returning and offering genji your hands to help him up. “Is that what you’ve been trying to do this whole time?” You say as he gently takes and admires your hands before getting up. “Yeah heh... I... I didn’t know how to ask you... every time I opened my mouth my brain broke.” He says tapping the side of his visor. “ I’ll, I’ll let you enjoy the rest of your evening, how does Friday sound?...f for our date I mean.” He says shyly.

You smile and nod. “Friday sounds nice, thank you Genji.” You chirp giving his visor a peck on what you assume is his cheek. His lights flashed pink. “Oh I didn’t know you could change their colour?” You say amazed. “I... I can’t, not like that at least!” He says flustered before rushing off. “G goodnight y/n!!” He shouted as he disappeared down the corridor. You couldn’t help but laugh.

...

Friday night arrived, Genji told you to meet him in a rather odd place. It was a parking lot next to a drive in theatre. You waited there quietly in one of your nicest outfits, you were beginning to worry maybe he stood you up... then he jumped down from the building next to you. He looked nice, it was strange seeing him wearing clothes over his armor, a hoodie and some trousers.

“You came.” He says stepping closer to you. He had a bag over his shoulder filled with snacks and drinks. “Of course I did.” You smile. “You look nice.” You say staring up at his visor. His lights flashed pink again. “I need to get that checked, I think your compliments have broken me.” He chuckled.

“Heh, sorry.” You giggle. “Where are we going?” You ask. Genji pointed at the drive in theatre. “But.. we don’t have a car.” You say raising an eyebrow. “We don’t need one.” He says picking you up suddenly. “G Genji!!” You say now very embarrassed. “Hold on tight.” He said before suddenly jumping up onto the roof of the theatres ticket and concession building.

Up here you had a great view of the screen and the sound was perfect. He laid out the picnic blanket and set out the snacks before removing his hoodie and folding it up like a cushion for you. “I used to come here with Mccree all the time when we were in Blackwatch.” He says softly. “We just gotta keep our voices down or we’ll get caught.” He snickered.

You couldn’t help but giggle. Even still you felt bad about not paying. “Ah, I don’t feel r-“ he cut you off by raising his hand. “Don’t feel bad about it, the guy who runs this place is an asshole, he jacks up the prices enough as is and doubles it for Omnics to keep them out...” he says bitterly. “Oh... Fuck him then.” You smile and snuggle on the blanket beside him.

You two sat and watched the film, eating and drinking a 6 pack Genji had bought. It was a nice fruity spirit based alcohol, you had no clue what it was due to the label being in another language but you’d be sure to ask him later. You felt his hand make its way around your waist, you gladly leaned into him as he pulled you closer...

The film ended and the night was still very young. Genji packed the blanket back in his bag before unfolding his hoodie and putting it back on. “Come on, I got somewhere el-“ he was cut off by an aggressive sounding old man shouting at you two from below. “I knew I heard something! Get down here you rotten kids!!” He shouted. Genji scooped you up and laughed making a run for it.

You were on the other side of the city by the time Genji stopped running, he wasn’t even slightly out of breath, but you were, even though he’d carried you the whole way you’d never laughed so hard in your life. “God he could have called the cops on us.” You giggle.

Genji snickered, “I know, fun being a little bad right?” He says gently putting you down in front of a very large building. “Where are we?” You ask looking at the empty parking lot, “come inside, I booked this place out for us.” He smiled taking your hand.

You followed him inside and blinked, “an ice rink?” You ask as you look over the fresh untouched surface. Genji nodded picking out a pair of skates for you. “Here, let me put them on you.” He says softly. You could tell he was blushing by how he looked away from you.

You nod and sit down for him. He removed your shoes carefully and slid the skates on. He took his time tying the laces making sure they were snug. When he finished he couldn’t stop from sliding a hand up your leg, you let out a soft gasp at the bold move. You weren’t expecting it, but you liked it...

He took your hand and led you out. Instantly your legs bowed and you nearly ended up on your face. He was quick to catch you and hold you up right. “Heh I’ve got you.” He says softly. Up this close you could see past the green light and through to his face. He had lovely eyes. “Th thanks. I’ve... n never skated before.” You say shyly.

“Don’t worry, I’ll teach you.” He cooed helping you stand up right before slowly moving back and leading you along with ease. After a few minutes the stiffness in your movements disappeared and you began to gain balance. “I never knew you enjoyed skating.” You say staring at the ice being cautious of where you stepped next.

“Like a lot of things, I never used to do it before I joined Blackwatch.” He says as he began to skate beside you, his hand never letting go of yours. “When I got my new body, I was uncoordinated and very clumsy. I’d lost my agility, and couldn’t get a grasp of my new legs. So Commander Reyes brought me here one night, he put a pair of skates on me and pushed me out onto the ice... he wouldn’t let me go home until I managed to get up and go around it three times without falling over.” He chuckled.

“I hated him for it at the time, I thought he was being unfair... but he was just pushing me in the right direction. He brought me back here every night after training and each time I got faster and better. Soon... I was moving with my new body as if it were my old one.” He says softly.

You hung on his every word, Genji had a horrible and rough past, to hear of a fond memory in the darkest time of his life was so... heartwarming.

You gasped as he suddenly twirled you about. Your skates spun on a point and you landed perfectly in his embrace again. “Y/N?...” he says now looking right at you. “Thank you... for tonight.. and for being so patient with me.” He says gently placing his hand on your cheek. “ genj-“ he gently placed his thumb on your lips silencing you. “Please... let me finish before my nerve leaves me again.” He whispers.

“I never thought it possible for me to find love after what happened to me, to my body... but you gave me a chance... and... I’d very much like another one if you’re willing to.. be mine?” He asks sounding so hopeful and shy. You nod and smile. “I’ll be yours, only if you be mine.” You whisper back.

He was silent for a moment before reaching up and pressing the release on his visor, a click, a hiss as the air locks opened. Your breath caught in your throat as you saw his eyes, unobstructed and in full view. Then his face, you saw a tuft of black hair peeping out from under his forehead guard. You looked over every scar, every burn, then your eyes landed on his lips... you couldn’t see anything wrong with him, to you he was the most perfect man you’d ever laid eyes on. “Y/N?...” he whispered.

You leaned in and kissed his lips gently, you wrapped your arms around his shoulders and he slid his around your waist pulling you closer. His lights turned pink again. “ d damn it, you’re going to break me with how sweet you are” he stutters out. You giggle and kiss him again. “Do you really mind if I break you?” You whisper. “...no... come here” he says pulling you back in for another more passionate kiss...

The two of you stayed like that for a while before eventually deciding it was time to go. Instead of skating back on your own he scooped you up once more and slid back to the side of the rink. He helped you put your shoes back on before taking your hand and walking back to base.

You were halfway back to hq when you both felt your stomachs growl, “heh, I guess I didn’t bring enough snacks. What do you want to eat?” He asks pulling out his phone to look up places nearby. “Genji.” You tug on his sleeve and point at an in and out. “Oh that’ll do!” He chimes.

The two of you ordered and sat down outside watching the city life at night. It was a beautiful evening. You both ate in relative silence, occasionally offering each other a bite of one another’s food. Every now and then your hands would find their way into one another’s.

...

The pair of you arrived back at base to find that 76 had waited up to make sure you two got home safely, he really was like a dad... once you were both inside he locked up the building and Athena began the evenings lock down protocol.

“Is he always like that?” You ask Genji as you both approach the dormitory’s. “He never used to be, he actually used to hate me and Mccree, but... after Reyes died and the recall happened... I think he saw us both as his wards like gabe once did.” He says softly. “Plus, I think he’s lost so many people he cares about he wants to make sure all of us are happy and safe you know?” He says as you both come to a stop outside your room.

You nod, “I suppose he cares more than he lets on.” You smile, you look sheepishly down at your feet. “Thank you Genji, I... I had a really good time tonight.” You say softly. “I did too, thank you for giving me a chance.” He says taking your hand again. “You’re a chance worth taking... do you... wanna come inside? I got a bottle of wine and some Doritos?...” you say looking up at him.

He nods and removes his visor again so you can see the genuine smile on his face. His perfect face... “I’d love that y/n.” He chuckled. You both end up drinking the whole bottle and spending the rest of the evening snuggled on your bed.

Genji was already planning to make your next date even more special...