Nightmare Cayde-6 X Reader

Nobody knows what I see

Hazard x Reader [FLUFF VERY FLUFF]

A/N: I was working on a doodle page of hazard and this song started to play and HOW CAN I NOT WRITE SOMETHING WITHOUT IT????

Summary: “you can see the value your friendship where others might not”

The diner wasn’t much to look at. Cracked linoleum floors, buzzing neon lights, and coffee that could strip paint off a wall. Most people wouldn’t give it a second glance, but for you and Hazard, it was something else. A place where the world slowed down, where the weight of life felt just a little lighter.

When you walked in, the familiar jingle of the bell overhead greeted you. Hazard was already in his usual spot, sprawled in the corner booth like he owned the place. His blonde hair was tousled like he’d been caught in the wind, his leather jacket half-slipped off his shoulders. He was flicking a sugar packet between his fingers, his gaze far away until he spotted you.

“Finally” he said, his Scottish burr rich and teasing. “Thought ye’d got lost or somethin’. No like ye to keep me waitin’, eh?”

“I had stuff to do” you replied, sliding into the booth across from him.

“Aye, stuff” he echoed, smirking. “Ye mean procrastinatin’ like always?”

You rolled your eyes, but his grin was infectious, tugging at the corner of your lips. “You’re impossible.”

“And yet” he said, leaning back with a mock-dramatic sigh, “here ye are. Back again. Glutton for punishment, are ye?”

The waitress arrived with your usual orders—a mug of coffee for you, a plate of fries for him. You both murmured your thanks, the easy silence between you settling in as comfortably as a favorite song.

It was Hazard who broke it, as he always did. “Ye ever think folk look at this place an’ just see a shitehole?”

You raised an eyebrow. “I mean... they’re not wrong. But it’s got character.”

“Character” he repeated, his smirk softening. “That what ye tell yerself aboot me, too?”

You snorted, taking a sip of your coffee. “Oh, absolutely. ‘Character’ is my very first thought when I think of you.”

He laughed, his voice low and warm. “Ah, go on then, make me blush. But ye dinnae need tae lie, love. I know I’m a handful.”

“You’re more than a handful, Hazard” you said with a grin. “But maybe I don’t mind that.”

His laughter faded into a softer smile, his eyes lingering on you. Most people wouldn’t understand why you stuck around Hazard—he was trouble, plain and simple. But you saw more in him than that. Where others might see recklessness, you saw loyalty. Where they might see a mess, you saw someone who’d always be there when it counted.

And maybe that’s why you kept coming back.

“Why d’ye keep showin’ up here wi’ me, eh?” he asked suddenly, breaking into your thoughts.

You blinked, caught off guard by the question. “Why not?”

“Nah, I mean it.” He leaned forward, his elbows resting on the table. “Most folk’d take one look at me an’ bolt, but you... you’re still here.”

“Maybe I just like the coffee” you teased.

He snorted. “Aye, sure. We both know it tastes like piss.”

You laughed, shaking your head. “Alright, fine. Maybe it’s because I know you’re more than what you let people see.”

His smirk faltered, replaced by something softer. “Ye really believe that?”

“I do” you said firmly.

Hazard looked down at the table, his thumb brushing over a scratch in the wood. “Most folk don’t, ye know. They look at me like I’m a bloody trainwreck, waitin’ tae happen.”

“Well” you said, leaning forward, “they’re idiots.”

He glanced up, meeting your gaze, and for a moment, the usual teasing in his expression was gone. “Ye’re somethin’ else, ye know that? Always seein’ the best in me, even when I dinnae see it maself.”

The jukebox hummed on, the soft melody of Harvey filling the air. Hazard reached across the table, his rough fingers brushing yours. “Ye ever think about leavin’ this place?”

“Sometimes” you admitted. “But I can’t imagine going without you.”

His lips quirked up, but the grin was softer, more sincere. “Good. ‘Cause if ye’re leavin’, I’m comin’ wi’ ye.”

“Is that right?”

“Aye” he said, his voice low and certain. “Ye’re stuck wi’ me, love. That’s just how it is.”

Your heart twisted at his words, the warmth in his gaze grounding you. “I think I can live with that.”

“Good.” He grinned, squeezing your hand gently. “Now, where d’ye think we’ll end up, eh? Some big city? Or maybe a wee cottage somewhere wi’ nae one tae bother us?”

You laughed softly, shaking your head. “As long as you’re there, I don’t care.”

Hazard’s smile widened, and in that moment, you knew you weren’t just someone who saw the good in him—you were his anchor, his safe place, just as much as he was yours.

“Alright then” he said, leaning back with that boyish grin you couldn’t resist. “Just us, aye? Against the world.”

“Just us” you agreed, your hand still warm in his.

As the diner lights buzzed softly above you, the rest of the world faded away. And for once, it felt like enough.

Sonamy Holding

Can’t have a movie with these two without this happening at least ONCE. It’s tradition.

Mine - Part 1/2

In which Genji has to prove who you belong to.

tags (this part): protective! genji, possessive! genji, genji x reader, check next part for more tags

a/n: hi loves! i'm posting this in two parts as the POVs are slightly different. I'm also still writing part 2 as I want it to be absolutely perfect for you all, and I'm partially debating if I even want to post part 2 lol anyway!! i hope you all enjoy this!!

Genji is not somebody that loses control of his emotions. He always has them locked down. It’s one of the reasons he is so good at what he does. He’s able to turn himself off in a way that most people can’t. But it is also the reason that he is so damn frustrated. There’s one thing he can’t turn off, one person that demolishes his ability to control his emotions. You. 

The two of you have known each other for quite some time now. It’s hard to avoid somebody when you both live at Overwatch Headquarters. The building may be big, but the two of you always seemed to find each other. You’d had a fair amount of talks together, then one day you shocked him by inviting him to a movie night you were throwing with a couple of the other agents. He can still remember that night.

“Have you seen this one before?” You ask Genji, readjusting in your bean bag. He’s in the one next to you and glances over, his eyes taking in your entire form. The movie night was held in the training room, the floor to ceiling windows casting your frame in moonlight. 

“Nah, I don’t watch too many movies these days,” Genji replies. His eyes flutter to the screen where some horror movie plays. 

“How are you so calm? This is scary!” You say, pulling the blanket in your lap up higher. Genji doesn’t miss the way you lean a little closer to him now than you did while watching the first movie, which was a comedy. Part of Genji wants to say that he’s seen things, experienced things, scarier than anything that could be shown on a screen, but he can’t bring himself to dampen your mood. You are always so bright, and he doesn’t want to taint that. 

“I don’t-” he starts to say, but is cut off by a shrill noise from the screen. The killer jumps through a window and pins another victim, the jumpscare nearly making Genji jump in his seat. It takes a minute for his brain to realize it, but he feels your soft hair on his shoulder, and your ragged breaths against his neck. One of your hands is wrapped around his arm, clutching onto him. His hands twitch with the urge to hold you tighter, to run away any fear.

You start laughing softly, your face still buried in his neck. The soft sound and your touch brings goosebumps to his skin, and he longs to touch you. He gives in to that urge, just slightly, and places his hand atop yours. He squeezes it softly and he swears he hears a hitch in your breath, but you pull away. 

“I’m sorry,” you say, and Genji smiles, even if you can’t see it under the fabric mask he has on. Your cheeks are flushed pink, either from embarrassment or fear, and it makes Genji’s heart flip. 

That was a couple months ago, and Genji’s feelings shifted as time passed. He started longing for time spent with you. It’s the same now, but different. That longing transformed into a hunger, deep and insatiable. One he can feel in his bones, in his very soul, when he sees you. At first, he wrote it off as just being sexual desire, just a need, but he realized quickly that it was much more than that. Carnal urges were nothing compared to the hunger he had, still has, for you. 

Now, he has to watch as another agent flirts with you. Your bright smile and soft laugh shine through the large room, and Genji’s jaw ticks. That is a smile that should be his. Cassidy sits in the chair next to Genji and tries to ask him something, but Genji can’t focus on the conversation. Cassidy turns to follow Genji’s gaze, then sighs and shoots back the last of his whiskey. 

“You knew there was going to be flirting here tonight, Genji,” Cassidy says. It’s true. The sponsor evening was planned a long time ago, and while it is not meant for the agents, they are required to attend and often go home with each other. It’s one of the few times they’re all in the same area and able to openly socialize like this. 

“If he touches them one more time,  I’ll knock his teeth out,” Genji says through gritted teeth when the agent runs his hand down your arm. If he remembers correctly, the agent is named Gale. 

“Yeah, I’m sure that would go over well,” Cassidy grunts as he calls the bartender over for a refill. “Why don’t you just talk to them?” 

“It’s not that simple,” Genji shakes his head. He adjusts the suit he’s wearing until the shurikens tucked under his sleeve rattle. 

“No? And why is that?” Cassidy asks. He takes another sip from his now refilled glass. Genji’s eyes flick to the bar, debating ordering himself a drink. 

“One-sided shit never works,” Genji says and Cassidy barks out a harsh laugh. 

“One-sided? You’re so dense,” Cassidy starts. He turns and glances at you and then back again. “They’ve been stealing glances at you all night, even while talking with Gale.” 

“No-” Genji starts, his eyes darting to you. You are watching him, and a soft smile appears on your face when the two of you lock eyes. His heart dips at that smile, which is somehow completely different than the one you had been giving Gale. The two of you only keep eye contact for a few more seconds, then Gale steps in front of your gaze. 

“I thought somebody as observant as you would have noticed, Genji,” Cassidy says with a laugh. It appears that when it comes to you, Genji is different in every way. He’s utterly see-through and painfully dense, apparently. 

“Fuck you, Cassidy,” Genji says, ignoring the clear stab, and stands from his stool. Cassidy responds with a deep chuckle, then goes back to his whiskey. Genji starts to cross the large space, ignoring the few eyes watching him as he goes.He’s done watching you, not making a move. Done seeing others flirt with you. Done trying to be selfless. You’re his. You have been since that night in bean bags, even if neither of you knew it at the time. 

No more, little angel. You’re mine, and it’s time everybody knows that.

Another kiss meme req on behalf of my husband - #3 a kiss goodbye for Colonel from Cayde please

"We've been through a lot together, you and me," Cayde says. "The Red War... I remember the Farm. When spirits were low, there you were, always ready to offer some comfort. When things got bleak... you were just fearless. Ready to get on with life. Absolute inspiration." He sighs, thinking back to those days. The Vanguard, all of them, hiding out in the EDZ. They'd been lost without the Light. It really put things in perspective, realising that this must be how the Lightless must feel all the time – helpless, mortal... and still fighting despite it. Going from near-immortal with what amounts to magic powers, to realising that if you die this time... that's it. Game over. Gone bust. Well, at least he's had practice with it this time. He ain't planning on finding out what happens if he dies again. No Sundance to bring him back. Maybe he'll just dissolve into the ambient Light of the pale heart. Maybe he'll be reunited with his girl. Maybe he'll just end up screaming along with the Traveller as the Witness tears it apart. Maybe nothing will happen at all. He turns his attention back to the matter at hand. "And when we retook the City... you were so brave. You didn't have to fight with us. Could have stayed safe at the Farm. But there you were right next to us. I'll never forget it." Adrenaline driving out fear, pushing his body to limits that he hadn't realised existed. And that final glorious rush of Light, like the first breath after resurrection... Is it selfish to be glad it returned when so many people had died? Good people... people who only ever had one life and wouldn't get another chance. Guardians who didn't live long enough to see it return. "I was selfish, I think, when I went to the Prison," he admits, hoping for understanding. "Being cooped up for years wasn't an excuse. Andal would... Andal would get it. And then tear me to shreds for being a dumbass and throwing my life away." Andal had always dealt with things better than he had. Cayde almost wishes he was here now. He doesn't – no-one should be here facing what they are. The end of... of everything... "I don't know what's gonna happen. Big fight coming up. Higher stakes than anything we've faced. No pressure or anything," he adds. "I don't know how its gonna pan out. If we lose... we lose everything, and if we win... I don't know. I don't know if I'll be coming back either way. But I wanted to make sure I didn't make the same mistake this time." He's not gonna bank on surviving and leave without saying anything. Not this time. "So that's why I'm here." The chicken in his lap clucks in confusion. He isn't actually sure if chickens can sound anything but confused honestly. He leans down to kiss the top of the Colonel's feathery head. "You be good for Saint, okay? Keep the New Lights in line. Ikora and Zavala are gonna be counting on you." The Colonel ruffles her feathers and snuggles down in his lap more comfortably and then... yep, she's fallen asleep. "Y'know, you're gonna make me late. I don't think I'm allowed to be late to the potential end of... everything." The Colonel, being a chicken with little concept of existence, let alone the end of it, makes a peeping noise as she sleeps, and otherwise does not respond.

— I’m still waiting for him.

Short fluffy Venom comic I recently drew! Ideas came from a talk with @glasspunkart, @sleepyoceanprince and Liza on the symbrock discord. Drunk Eddie being cute was toooo fun to not draw it!! [click on it for better resolution! Or look at it here on AO3]

I decided to throw my hat in the ring too :>

I was wondering if I can request just hcs of making out with hazard with a slight hint of suggestive please and thank u 😽

YAAAAAAAA HELL YEAAAAHHHHHHHH, I’m gonna hold your hand when I say this i might sound a lil insane on this ALSO Thank you for being my second request!

How it would be like to make out with Hazard aka Findlay Docherty (SLIGHT NSFW)

- Unrelenting Confidence

Hazard is the type to take the lead unapologetically. He leans in like he already knows you’ve been waiting for this, his smirk daring you to keep up with his intensity.

- Rough Around the Edges

His kisses are anything but gentle; there’s a raw electric energy to the way he moves. He’s the kind to bite your lip just hard enough to leave a lingering ache, only to soothe it with a deep, lingering kiss right after. But if you can’t keep up or it’s too much for you to handle, he would actually try his best to be gentle. (no promises though)

- Playful Teasing

Hazard doesn’t just kiss you—he taunts you. He knows just how much his accent makes you melt and if it just to tease you? He will not shut the fuck up. He’ll pull away just as things are getting heated, chuckling low as if to say, “Is that all ye’ve got, love? Thought ye’d be puttin’ up a better fight.” before diving back in even rougher.

- Dominating Presence

While Hazard might come off as a cocky, unrelenting top at first glance, there’s a deeper, more vulnerable layer hiding behind his swagger. He thrives on praise, though he’d never admit it outright. Between kisses, if you so much as breathe out a soft: “You’re so good at this” or let slip a dazed, “I can’t get enough of you” it’s like flipping a switch. His grip tightens, his kisses grow more desperate, even buck his hips against yours to get some friction in his pants and a dark flush would spread across his cheeks. He freezes for half a second, his smirk faltering before doubling down. “Och, keep talkin’ like that, and I’ll show ye just how good I can be.” Congratulations, you got yourself a dog :].

- Bite Marks

Hazard has no problem with leaving reminders of your time together. He’ll nip along your jawline, neck, chest and even your thighs just hard enough to mark his territory without going too far. Every mark he leaves feels deliberate, like a signature. He even went as far as to suggest for you to wear shorts or skirts around him to show them off once, needles to say he only got some playful punches out of you.

- Chaotic Passion

There’s an unpredictability to him. One moment, his kisses are slow and teasing, and the next, they’re consuming, as if he’s determined to memorize every inch of your body.

- Aftermath

When it’s over, he’ll pull back just enough to lock eyes with you, that trademark smirk firmly in place as he takes in your flushed face and disheveled state. His only comment? A cocky, “Ye’d best catch yer breath now, lass, ‘cause ye’ll need it next time.”

Can you imagine how nervous Cayde would be to see their s/o about to step into the teleporter to face off against Ghaul and he's lost a leg and a hand all he can do is wish them good luck and hope to see them again. Bonus emotional reunion when their s/o finally returns, all battered and bruised but alive regardless.

And I’m back. Replying one at a time.

You know Cayde, he doesn’t show his nervousness right in front of Ikora and Zavala. He is a nervous wreck. To himself and only himself. He won’t admit it but Ikora and his Ghost noticed it. Zavala would be worried, not has the same level as Cayde. 

The love of his life is battling Ghaul. The Cabal who took their home, destroyed their loot, took the Traveler and cage it. Don’t forget their Light. No one in the City could ever forgive what Ghaul had done. 

“Any words of wisdom before I have a dance with Ghaul?” You said, standing right in front of the Vex Teleporter, looking at him. Waiting for a comment or a joke. Your heart shattered when you saw that he lost his arm, leg and his cloak. You want to comfort him but at the same, need to defeat Ghaul or else this mission would be wasteful. 

Cayde gave you a dry laugh. “I hate goodbyes so I’m gonna say this to ya’. See you later, alligator.” 

“In awhile, crocodile.” You caught him off guard before jumping straight into the Teleporter. Cayde’s jaw would drop because he didn’t know that you know the sentence and its reply. 

So the fight, it was tiring for you. You were low on ammo and thank goodness, you used all your subclasses to defeat him. All 3, just to kill Ghaul. You ignore his words, asking the Traveler to notice him and being a whiny weak Cabal who doesn’t admit defeat. 

With a tired body, you and your Ghost trudged back down to the sweet solid ground where all the Cabal are killed off. Lightless Guardians are getting their Light back and are helping Hawthorne to take back the City. 

“We did it, huh?” You leaning on the wall, admiring how the City has getting Cabal and more Guardians. Your Ghost was floating around you, hearing the comms, chattering here and there. You couldn’t help but smile to what your Ghost had said. “Yeah, we did it. Guardians have their Light back and our City is back to who it belongs to.” 

Then, your mind decided to throw a brick at you. “Cayde!” You quickly got up from your seat and ask your Ghost to find him. Your Ghost had pinpoint his location. 

When you arrive at his location which was a park. A few flowers had survived the dust and fire. Cayde was sitting on the bench, chatting with his Ghost. “They’re alive!” 

He turn his head and saw you, shyly standing there and gave him a small wave. He couldn’t believe his optics. He wants to stand up and run up to you but he forget that he lost a leg. With his other arm, he motion you to come up to you. 

And you did. It was a sweet reunion. 

You sat next to him, where he lost his arm and leg. He leaned on your shoulder, silently thanking the Traveler that you were alright. His Ghost came up to you and gently boop your forehead. A gesture, saying thanks. 

Of course, when the new Tower has been completed, you were at the bazaar, trying the ramen that Cayde always talk about. Hunters had a sense of respect to you. You were Cayde’s rock and if you were gone, he would be lost. 

𝖌𝖊𝖓𝖏𝖎 𝖘𝖍𝖎𝖒𝖆𝖉𝖆 𝖍𝖊𝖆𝖉𝖈𝖆𝖓𝖔𝖓𝖘

pairing - genji shimada x gn!reader

synopsis - general relationship headcanons

warning - none

✎ He often has his human arm around you. Since he only takes off his mask very little, he can't kiss you, instead he holds you close to him.

✎ If you are part of Overwatch or Blackwatch, he trains you to be sure of your skills and that you do not get hurt.

✎ When he was still fully human, he loved that you trace the scars on his body. He fell more and more in love with you each time. Now you can only trace the ones on his arm but he's still happy when you do.

✎ Like I said above, he doesn't often take off his mask, but when he does it's only when he's with you and he always gently kisses your lips.

✎ Zenyatta loves you very much and he is happy that you make his student happy.

✎ Cuddling with him isn't the most comfortable thing but you always find a way to make yourself comfortable and above all the most important thing is that you spend time together.

✎ Kiss his whole face telling him he's handsome when he takes off his mask and he'll be the happiest man in the world. He may even drop a tear or two.

✎ You hardly ever argue, the only times is when you put yourself in danger and as he was afraid for you he got angry.

✎ You were in a relationship with him when he was human except that after his fight with Hanzo you also thought he was dead so you cried a lot after that. When he returned to his cyborg form with only one arm and his head remaining human you were quite happy and shocked.

- The Most Important Mission -

“Y’know, I’ve…actually never been down to the City.”

Cayde snaps his head to stare at Echo with wide eyes, looking at her as if she had just admitted to having snuck a rogue Hobgoblin into the Tower.

“No way!” He exclaims incredulously.

“I just never found the time I guess,” Echo replies with a nonchalant shrug, eliciting a disbelieving scoff from the exo beside her.

“Well, now I am obligated by the Hunter Code to treat you to a visit to the city.”

She scoffs and cocks her head to one side, “…since when did we have a Hunter Code?”

“Since I just made one up not four seconds ago, and it requires the Hunter Vanguard to be accompanied by one lucky Guardian to his favorite ramen restaurant,” he remarks definitively, poking the Nightstalker in the center of her chest as he winks at her, the exo shaking her head at him.

“Oh?” She flashes him a small, intrigued smile as she waves his hand away.

“Yeah, trust me, absolutely no offense to our buddy up here—they’re super great, one of my favorite shops—but the ramen from Saka’s Soup, the shop down in the City, is GODLY,” Cayde’s mouth lights up in a chuckle as he lays back on the dock of the Annex they were currently sitting on, gesticulating with his hands as he continues talking, “Especially the spicy ramen in the soy sauce broth with the ground up pork and garlic chives mmhmhmhmmm-” he lets out a somewhat dreamy, robotic whine, running his hands down his metallic face.

“DAMN, I’m gettin’ hungry just thinkin’ about it, and I don’t even have a stomach to be hungry with!”

The verdant-eyed Exo chuckles beside him, tilting her head to the side. “Mmmm, and who’s the lucky Guardian this Hunter Vanguard is going to request to accompany him then, hmm?” She questions with a small, knowing smile, glancing at him with mischievous eyes.

Cayde flashes her a wide grin, eyes bright. “Take a guess.”

“Ikora.”

“Mmmm, no.”

“Zavala?”

“HAH, absolutely not. Zavala practically only exists in the Tower, I don’t think he could leave if he tried.”

That joke gets a small laugh out of his fellow Hunter, Cayde’s chest welling up with pride at the fact he elicited such a noise from her.

“Hmm….Amanda?” She continues to guess after her giggling dies down.

“Close, but no.”

She shrugs at him. “Well…I’m stumped.”

The Hunter Vanguard sits up, giving her a sly look.

“I’ll give you some hints: she’s an Exo Hunter, just like yours truly-“ he announces proudly as he puts a hand to his puffed up chest. “-she’s rather quiet and reserved, always lurkin’ in the back corner of the room. That is, until you break through her icy shell, and then she suddenly becomes the second funniest person you’ve ever met, the first of course being me-”

Echo scoffs and rolls her eyes, shaking her head in mock disappointment. Cayde could tell she was still smiling, however.

“And…” his voice and gaze suddenly soften as he looks over at her, the arrogant expression he had been wearing melting into a gentle and sincere appreciation.

“She doesn’t show it, but she has a nasty tendency to think little of herself—she puts so much pressure on herself, tryin’ to live up to the legacy her past self left behind, and then she beats herself up when she falls short.”

He pauses for a moment, blinking.

“…Lotta ‘selfs’ in that sentence, wow.” He chuckles to himself, before shaking his head and returning to his original train of thought. “Anyways- despite all that, I just want her to know…” he scoots a little closer to Echo, causing her to look up at him in surprise, their faces now mere inches apart from one another.

“…that I, for one, think she’s pretty spectacular—especially when considering all the shit she’s had to deal with recently? I’m amazed at how she’s still pushin’ forward,” he lets out a heartfelt laugh, “And not only that, but she is one talented as hell Nightstalker, to the point where—and don’t tell ANYONE else I said this or you’ll end up with a buncha jealous Hunters on your hands-“ he warns with a comical wagging of his finger, before his sincerity returned. “….out of all of my Hunters that I’ve ever had the wonderful pleasure of trainin’-”

“She’s gotta be my favorite.”

If Echo’s face plates could heat up, they would be doing so at the current moment as she locks eyes with the one and only Cayde-6, her Hunter Vanguard who had just admitted to her being his favorite.

She swears her servos just skipped a circuit as she stared into his glowing blue eyes, now gazing back at her with the kindest and most genuine expression she has ever seen him give anyone.

“….Oh, and also her name starts with an ‘E’ and ends with ‘cho-3.’”

“Well THAT’S not a hint, you just gave me the answer!” Echo blurts out in a flustered panic as she throws her hands up in exasperation, causing Cayde to erupt into a fit of hearty laughter. He nearly falls onto his back as he clutches his stomach, his contagious laugh echoing throughout the Annex whilst his fellow Hunter lets out an embarrassed huff and indignantly crosses her arms, narrowing her eyes at the chortling man.

This….stupid….arrogant….golden hearted man with the most amazing laugh….

“So, whaddya say, partner?” Cayde holds out a hand out to her as his laughter dies down, his grin as wide as ever.

“Are ya ready to join me on our mission to the City’s best ramen restaurant?”