I Know Places

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.

“Give me a few days of peace in your arms—I need it terribly. I’m ragged, worn, exhausted. After that I can face the world.”

-Henry Miller

!! ⊹ ࣪Hazard dating hc's⊹ ࣪ ˖ !!

A/N: @yourpalrowan requested this!

 I FINALLYYYY got my grubby little hands on a laptop I’m so sorry this took fucking forever to come out 😭

Warnings: phantom pains, depression(?), struggling with stuff, angst, fluff, swearing(?), the phreaks teasing the hell out of hazard, slight oblivious reader, girl boss pussy queen hazard, gentleman!hazard, mention of taking pills

⚠︎︎ Hazard first met you through Suzie, Suzie and the gang were at the same bar they usually go to, she first met you when she went to go grab something for the gang and after you and her started talking and hanging out you and her immediately clicked, after all the hangouts and bff dates she decided to take you to go meet the rest of the phreaks.

When Suzie first brought you to the Phreak’s place, they were all wary of you thinking you were a spy of sorts, but after Suzie started bringing you back more and more you started a friendship with all of them.

Hazard, however started to develop a huge crush on you, everytime you came he’d look at you with love in his eyes which the Phreaks saw besides you, cue them teasing the fuck out of him and them pushing him to confront you about his feelings, as to which he did :D

⚠︎︎ He first took you out on a date to a punk bar which during that date thought was a bad idea after both of you witnessed a fucking fight so he just took you out to go eat at a local diner 😭 

After the both of you got done it started raining and him being an absolute gentleman used his jacket as an umbrella for the both of you <3

⚠︎︎ after a couple dates you and haz decided to make it official and also decided to tell the Phreaks, after you told them they started fucking CHEERINGGG for you and him (mainly for him), when Revel and Jackdaw were talking to haz Boomslang, Touch-up and Suzie pulled you to the side to congratulate  you which left you confused cuz they’re acting like you and haz got married but still you were grateful for them

⚠︎︎ Hazard likes to play his guitar for you when the 2 of you are alone and you like to sing while he does play, hell even he’ll join you

⚠︎︎ sometimes he gets phantom pains really fucking badly that if there’s a mission they had planned for they need to push it back for him to have a rest day, but after you met him, he begrudgingly agrees for you to help him, but after you help him his ass is in HEAVEN

⚠︎︎ he loves seeing hang out with his friends and with maisie, even if you aren’t a big dog person, you like playing with her, and if you ARE a dog person that’s even better for you and Haz <3

⚠︎︎ on the term of you not being a dog person Hazard will take you out on a date to like a cat cafe or another animal cafe and you and him WILL be having a blast at those cafes, like he’s a sucker for raccoon cafes, otter cafes, cats cafes and dog cafes (you decided to take him out to a dog cafe against even if you don’t like dogs)

⚠︎︎ also on relaxing days with the him you guys like going to small businesses or like the farmers market for funsies, I picture him supporting small businesses in his free time because he likes seeing more art and trinkets made with love instead of the same ideas bigger companies make

⚠︎︎ he has depression, I think we all know that after everything that had happened to him, he takes antidepressants to help but sometimes when somethings wrong he’ll look for you, lay his head on your thighs and take about what's going on with him, and you’ll just listen to him quietly and sometimes you’’ll reassure him otherwise, he’ll also sometimes forget to take his antidepressants so you’ll like text him or tell him “remember to take your pills love <3”

⚠︎︎  have you guys seen that spray of hazard of him curling a weight? Yeah he’s hella strong man, like he everytime he sees you he’ll pick you up and spin you around like you’re a pretty princess :>, you like “helping” him do situps but in reality you just sit on his lap and everytime he sits you kiss him, he really loves it when you do that, if your short he’ll like put you on his shoulders and it doesn’t matter how much you weigh he does NOT give a flying fuck cuz he loves you so much.

⚠︎︎ he looks at you with so much love, like I said it doesn’t matter how much you weigh, or how you looks he loves you all the same

⚠︎︎ either boomslang or Touch-up are his wingwomen and Suzie’s yours.

I just felt like putting that out there

⚠︎︎ he likes it when you express yourself with clothes, art, poetry and more, he likes that you’re yourself without anyone telling you who or what to be, he thinks its so punk

A/N: I  feel SOOO bad about taking 5 thousand years to fucking make this, but I hope you enjoyed and thank you so much for requesting!

may i have some blackwatch genji angst with a fem! reader?? like she always feels so sorry for him (HAVE YOU HEARD SOME OF THE VOICELINES IN THE NEW EVENT???LIKE...MY HEART ;^;)

Blackwatch!Genji

His first reaction is of course, to get angry. Genji absolute refused to be pitied, not by anyone but especially not be you. He hates the way people look at him with sad eyes and ask if it hurts.

It does.

A lot.

And he doesn’t need people to remind him.

As much as he tries to brush it off there’s something about the way you look at him that makes him furious. Like no matter what he did you could only see some half formed freak who needed sympathy.He begins to wonder if you would look at him differently if he wasn’t like this.

Eventually he learns to accept that your concerns are different than Angela’s clinical intrigue or Moira’s scientific fascination. Yours was genuine. When you asked how he was you meant him, not whatever mechanical parts that were tacked onto his body. Its not long before he finds himself growing attached, finding it easy to voice his feelings to you on a level he never could with the others around him.

Just changed the exposure on the pic so you can see it better - the original was REALLY dark.  You can find it here: https://meyar-ahraan.tumblr.com/post/614369283913482240

Thank you to @kyloxmoegi1993 for sharing this one with me! ❤️ Absolutely in love with it!  I swear, this could’ve been taken in his and Ais’s apartment!  LOL! 

Hello! Can i request blackwatch genji going on a mission and sees his female s/o that he was with before everything happened with hanzo? Just a bunch of angst would be great. 😁😂

Oh my word, Nonnie, my mind went directly to this and oh man I hope it’s good! (okay, not DIRECT directly, there are two versions of the opening lol) Also, I’m just going to admit now that I have no idea how black ops works, sorry if it’s so far out of place that it’s distracting.

Warning: artistic liberties, angst, and blood

The moon shone bright above, stars snuffed out due to light pollution. The skies were clear and the warm breeze was soft and lush. Any other night, this would have been downright relaxing. But tonight, it was a false sense of security.

Things had been pretty silent for the past twenty minutes or so, but Genji knew hacked Omnics were in the area. The trail of mangled steel he left in his wake was proof enough. He watched the street from above, broken windows greeted him with the sound of paper skittering across pavement. Smoke billowed from shops and apartments, their alarms calling for firefighters that weren’t coming. It was a scene that was all too familiar.

He was distantly aware of the chatter in his ear. A proper Overwatch team was on the way to aid the situation, but they were still a good ten minutes out.

He bounded to the next building and listened. Again, he heard nothing. Whatever was out there was hiding. And it was hiding well.

Just as he was about to move, a flash of light caught his eye. He blinked and looked across the street at the apartment building. There, in a window on the fourth floor, a flashlight blinked on and off in short bursts. Genji glared and watched the light, ready to spring away if needed.

The flashlight went off and a tiny green beam, like that of a laser pointer, pierced the air. The haze of smoke showed the green line as it pointed down the street. He understood instantly. Whoever was in that apartment was trying to warn him.

Heavy footfalls echoed off the street, obscured by smoke and fire, and the laser flickered off. An Omnic the size of a car trudged down the street, looking for a sign of life with that little green light.

Genji backed away from the edge, waiting for the perfect moment to strike. Something fell and shattered across the street. In the apartment.

“Shit.”

The Omnic turned to the building, guns aimed directly at his helper’s window. The guns whirred to life, tearing into the bricks. Without a second thought, Genji unsheathed his sword and dove off the roof. His blade sank into the metal, sending sparks flying as he twisted it through the Omnic, destroying it.

It teetered and sank to the side, the lights on its body going out as it died.

Genji looked up at the crumbling wall of the apartment and sprang up to the window. He grabbed the windowsill with his cyborg arm, avoiding the broken glass as he hoisted himself up and into the window.

He found himself in a kitchenette with dishes still in the sink and an empty wine bottle in pieces across the floor. Turning his attention to the apartment, he surveyed the situation as he listened.

Bullet holes dotted the walls, letting light seep through in eerie beams. Judging by the size and shape of the holes, the Omnic was using high caliber bullets. It left little hope for whoever was in there. A mist of paint and drywall dust hung in the air, accompanied by a familiar burning smell. He carefully tread across the glass littered tile and paused at a soft choke and cough.

Genji darted into the hallway, following the sound. He found you sprawled on the ground, kicking weakly at the carpet in an attempt to find some safety. Upon seeing him, you stilled.

“Did… did you get it?” your voice was thick with pain.

Genji froze. No, it couldn’t be. He instantly fell to your side, hesitant to speak. Your top was soaked in blood and you hissed in pain as he moved you to unbutton your shirt. His fleshy hand trembled as he ripped the shirt from your shoulders and wrapped it tight around your waist, covering the several bullet wounds. He desperately pressed his hands against your abdomen, putting as much pressure against you as he could. You squeezed your eyes shut and gasped for air, trying not to attract more Omnics with the cry of pain threatening to tear through you.

He couldn’t help but think bitterly at the last time he removed your clothes so hastily. He never yearned so deeply for those carefree days as he did now. It was a deep pain dead center in his chest, like maybe if he wanted it bad enough, he could force the hands of time back to before all of this.

“Did you get it?” you repeated weakly.

He slowly nodded, “yes. Thank you.”

You sighed and laid your head back against the floor, blinking lazily, “g…good.”

“Genji, what’s going on?” an agent buzzed in his ear piece.

“There are wounded,” he struggled to keep his voice firm, “what’s your ETA?”

“Two minutes. Hang tight.”

He nodded at you and held your wounds a little tighter, blood seeping through your shirt and between his fingers, “help is coming.”

Genji tried to keep his voice low and words short, hoping you didn’t hear the pain he felt. Praying you wouldn’t recognize him. Not like this. Not now.

You looked at him, brow furrowed and lips parted as you struggled to breathe. Tears slid from the corner of your eye, dripping down toward your ear as you laid there. He fought the urge to flick your tears away and hold you close.

With a violent jerk, you curled toward him and coughed, blood spraying from your mouth and nose. Unable to hold back, he quietly hushed you and stroked your hair, mentally cursing you for revealing yourself to the damn Omnic just to help him.

“Hold on just a little longer,” his voice cracked with emotion as he tried to comfort you, “you’ll make it. Help is coming!”

You looked up at him  deliriously, beautiful in spite of your condition, and whispered, “What kind of angel are you to be sad for me?”

“Angel?” he found himself repeating. It was something he called you on more than one occasion. And here you were, calling something so disfigured and grotesque as him an angel. He cursed you again, bitterly.

Your focus went past him and slid to the wall as your breathing shallowed, “you…you sound like someone I know.”

With that, he broke.

“It’s me, my love,” he said, barely over a whisper, “I’m here.”

He couldn’t do it. He pressed his forehead to your shoulder and squeezed his eyes shut. He couldn’t let you think you were alone with some stranger in your last moments. Several agonizing seconds passed as he listened to your ragged breathing, as blood seeped between his fingers, as your flame struggled to stay lit.

“Some people… see angels when they die…” your voice was so quiet, so distant, “I’m glad I got to see a sparrow…”

“No, my love!” he whispered desperately, “no! Just hold on.”

He looked into your face and saw softest smile as your gaze grew more and more distant. One weak hand stroked his hair before falling to the side. He wrapped you up tightly in his arms and pressed his face into your hair, begging you to hold on just a moment longer. Just one more moment, because he could hear the dropship coming.

Some Genji

So I slept less than three hours due to my insomnia and needless to say I’m fucking wrecked so what did I do? Right! I wrote something about my husbando Genji. Show him some love everyone🖤

•Genji was smitten when he first saw you. Luckily you couldn’t see his face, the way he stared at you, completely speechless

•Young Genji wouldn’t have wasted a second, going up to you and letting his charms work

•But he has changed and so he tries a more subtle approach; Getting to know you better first by engaging you in chats more often

•There more he gets to know you the more he falls for you, which he, of course, notices

•Now he had been a playboy in his earlier days, woohing men and women alike, but if it comes to such things like love and a serious relationship, he’s quite inexperienced. Nothing he’s had so far lasted long enough, even habouring such strong feelings towards someone was foreign to him

•He won’t tell you right away. He meditated a lot and confined in Zenyatta, very hesitant about this, bevor making the decision to tell you about his feelings

•Despite accepting him the way he is, he still fears you won’t. Dating a cyborg is quite the peculiar thing, after all

•He would probably ask you to look at the night sky with him, admiring your face as you observe the stars, before gathering himself and confessing

•He is surprised and overjoyed when you say you feel the same. You can’t see it, but he’s got the biggest smile on his lips and that sparkle in his eyes

•Since then you’ve been slowly making your way towards a relationship, considering your occupation at Overwatch and what the both of you have gone through, it takes some time, but it’s worth it

•Will proudly introduce you to Zenyatta if you don’t already know him, and his hearts melts when you become friends with the omnic

•Genji isn’t a sucker for PDA per se, but expect soft gestures from him nevertheless, like holding your hand or actively searching for your company. In private he’s rather clingy though

•Someone once flirted with you, and oh boy he was at your side within seconds. At first he’s going to politely ask them to stop flirting and touching you, especially when it makes you uncomfortable. But if someone is really taking it to far with hitting on you he’s going to talk with a tone that sounds light, yet has a very dark and murdery undertone. After that, no ones dares flirt with you anymore

•The way he talks and acts is so very different now, you can really tell that he’s comfortable around you

•Apropos comfortable; You have to be patient with him, especially if it comes to revealing his past and his face to you. Poor him is gonna be very hesitant and nervous about it, fearing that his scars might make you turn away from him

•He almost cries tears of love and joy when you look at his face with the same loving gaze as always, telling him you’ll love him no matter what

•The longer your relationship goes on for, the more often he’ll take off his visor around you, savouring your touch on his skin

“I Thought You Were Dead!” - Genji Shimada

Pairing: Genji Shimada x reader

Genre: angst -> fluff

Word Count: 1k

Summary: its been two years since your boyfriend, Genji, died tragically. now, you’re being stalked & that figure in the shadows seems a little too familiar

CW: mentions of death, loss of a loved one, stalking, reader gets attacked, allusion to kidnapping?? panic attack if you squint

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It’s raining when you receive the call. A broken voice on the other line uttering words you never wanted to hear: your boyfriend, Genji Shimada, died at the hands of his older brother. 

You drop the phone and sink to your knees, an animalistic sob tearing through you. It feels like your heart is going to fall out of your chest. 

He was the love of your life, the only person who ever truly understood you. You thought you’d get married some day. Instead, the last time you see him will be in a casket. 

If only he was still here. You would do anything to get him back, but that doesn’t matter now. 

He’s gone. 

—

(Two years later)

Someone is following you. 

For the past week, you’ve felt their presence. On your way to work, while you’re working and on the way home, even when you’re in your house alone at night. You can feel eyes on you, lingering. 

Tonight as you close up shop at the dead store, you feel their eyes once more. It’s dark outside, the only lights being the ones casted from your storefront. Plus, you’re the last one working. You’re all alone, and you’re being watched. 

Not that if any of your coworkers would help. The only person you told tried to talk you down and say you’re just being paranoid, and the others would probably think you’re crazy. So you bit your lip and tried to ignore the problem. 

You finish closing earlier than usual and waste no time in getting the hell out of there. You live close so you walk to work most days, but tonight you keep your house keys between your fingers and turn at every noise. 

You know that there’s someone there and if you could just turn around and catch them—anything to justify your paranoia, that urge to run. There’s a feeling that you just can’t shake, one that says you’re going to die tonight. 

Your mind flickers for a second, like every time you think of death, you think of the love of your life. You wonder if he knew he was going to die that night, if he expected it. Was he scared? Genji was so cocky sometimes, you could hardly believe he’d ever admit to being scared. But knowing him the way you did, you think despite his best efforts at hiding it, he was terrified. 

You turn the corner, only a few blocks from home now when you hear another noise. Your head flicks over your shoulder, and that’s when you see it. A shadow on the roof, their eyes following you. 

That’s all it takes for you to start running. 

You break into a sprint, shoes pounding the pavement. It’s cold out, and you’re trying your best not to slip. You turn again, and run face to chest into a brick wall of a man. 

His arms are spinning you around and tugging yours behind your back before you can even register what happened. As soon as the realization dawns on you, you’re struggling. Kicking against him and trying to escape. 

There’s a glint of metal on the rooftop above you, followed by the soft thud of footsteps. The fight is a blur, all you know is that the man that had you is now on the ground. 

You spin around to face your saviour. The dim streetlights cause the surface of his silvery armour to glimmer. Green lights dance across his body. You’ve never seen him before, but there’s an air of familiarity. 

“Y-you saved me,” you stutter out. 

He nods slowly, not speaking. 

You squint at him. He looks almost the same height as the shadow on the roof earlier. In fact, his build is eerily similar to the one that’s been chasing you. 

“You’ve been following me,” you state. 

“Not you,” his voice is metallic, but underneath it, you can pick out the slight inflections. He’s human. He points at the man laying crumpled on the ground, “him.”

“So he was the one following me?”

He nods, “I was just trying to protect you.”

It makes sense, but you can’t shake the feeling that there’s something more behind his words. Something he’s not telling you about who he is, or what he’s doing there. 

“So, are you going to tell me your name or am I just going to call you green cyborg ninja dude?”

“Green cyborg ninja dude?” He scoffs, “I have a name.”

“But?”

You can already feel where this is going, and you’re not sure if you like it or not. 

“I don’t want to scare you…”

“You saved my life, how could I ever be scared of you?”

He sighs, and his metallic fingers press the sides of his visor. Carefully, he pulls it over his head. You’re in shock. Though his face is scarred, you would recognize him anywhere. 

Somehow, against all odds, Genji Shimada is standing in front of you. Alive. 

“G-Genji?” You don’t even finish before the tears start. There’s no way he’s here—you went to his service, you grieved him. 

“Y/n,” he mumbles, reaching out for you before stopping midway. “I-I know this must be shocking.”

“I thought you were dead!” You wail. 

Your voice echoes off the walls, mixing with the sounds of your choked sobs. Genji stares at you, unsure of what to do. He wants to comfort you, but he doesn’t know where your boundaries are after being gone so long. are—how are y-you here?

“Fuck it,” he mutters to himself and tugs you into his chest. “Shh, it’s okay. I’m here—deep breaths, okay? I’ll tell you everything, just calm down.”

You sob into his armour, hands pounding on his chest. Genji holds you regardless, and his touch is so familiar it only makes you cry harder. 

“I missed you so much,” you whimper into him. 

He rubs your back, “I missed you too, baby. But I promise, I won’t leave you again. Never again, okay?”

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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.

Of all the pieces I’ve seen in the Cayde pics vol. 2 lineup by @plastic-bridge, this one is definitely my favorite!  ❤️♠️ 🐓

https://plastic-bridge.tumblr.com/post/616710319487811584/destiny-fanart-vol2-ghost-cayde-and-a-sad-story