Phantom Pain

Masterlist of my works✍

A/N: Decided to make one so my blog won't look messy

TFP Ratchet x Human reader (Headcanons🧡)

TFP Optimus Prime x Human reader (Headcanons💙)

Rescue Bots Heatwave x Human reader (Crush Headcanons❤)

Transformer Prime/TFP Autobots as sparklings💕

Bayverse Autobots x Human Reader (Crushing and Confession Headcanons💞)

Bayverse Autobots x Human Reader (Crushing and Confession Headcanons Part 2! 💞)

"Love doesn't always end with a happily ever after.." (Bayverse TLK Optimus Prime x Human reader [Angst Oneshot])

TFP Ultra Magnus x Human reader (Headcanons💙)

TFP Arcee x Human Reader (Headcanons💗)

TFP/Transformers Prime Decepticons as Sparklings💕

I felt like writing something for Genji. I went with Blackwatch Genji for this one. It’s not much but eh, I like this idea. -Knight

Genji Shimada

He scared you when you first met. All fury, pain, and intense sadness. Genji was a complicated man with a past so horrific you cried the first time you heard about it.

Genji always kept to himself but you were drawn to him. You couldn’t understand why you always seemed to gravitate to him, you just always found yourself seeking his company. Genji wasn’t exactly friendly though, he wouldn’t even glance your way but you sat there and spoke to him anyways day after day. You would talk about stupid things like how Tracer had gotten stuck in a tree during your last mission or how you wanted to steal McCree’s hat just to see if he was hiding a bald spot, just casual one sided conversations. Genji would never interrupt you or tell you to stop, he would sit there unfazed, like you didn’t exist, but you knew he was listening.

You were late seeing Genji today, detained by the medical staff, but you plopped down on the bench next to him as usual. You had just launched yourself into a story about Reinhardt when Genji interrupted you.

“Why are you injured?” Genji’s voice surprised you. You hadn’t expected him to speak so it took you a moment to get the answer out of your mouth.

“Huh? Oh! I got captured during my last mission. I made a stupid mistake and ended up being taken hostage and interrogated. It’s not nearly as bad as it looks.” Both arms were wrapped in bandages, bandaids covering all the gashes on your face and hands, and a black eye to top it off, you looked a mess but it truly wasn’t as bad as it seemed. “Soon as Angela is back, I won’t look like a half-wrapped mummy.” You said looking Genji in the face. You were suddenly taken aback. Genji looked absolutely furious.

“You should quit Overwatch.” Genji hissed out before standing up and marching off soundlessly leaving you to absorb his words and the anger he’d directed at you.

Sitting alone in your usual spot, you pressed your injured hands to your face and cried.

You didn’t know what to do now. You’d pissed off Genji and felt the best course of action was to just leave him alone. You quit looking for him when you went to report to Commander Reyes, you didn’t visit the spot Genji always rested at, and you didn’t dare look his direction during work. It hurt, to you, he was a friend and the brightest part of your day. Adjusting was hard.

Angela arrived back on base a few days later and got you healed up. You felt a ton better physically but emotionally you felt awful and Angela could tell. You told her about your interaction with Genji when she asked.

“It sounds like he’s just worried about you.” Angela said wisely.

“If you could’ve seen the anger in his eyes, I don’t think you’d say that.” You sighed. “He was probably extremely angry because I was captured, I could have given critical information to our enemies and he more than likely sees that as a huge issue.”

“I suppose. Either way, try not to let it bother you too much. And get some rest, no offense, but you look pretty terrible.” Angela said noticing how exhausted you looked.

“Sure thing, doc.” You said with a smile.

Taking Angela’s advice you headed off to your quarters. The only issue was you had to pass Genji’s usual hang out. This area was always deserted during the day which is why he always hung out there. Your only hope was to pray he wasn’t there just this once.

Turning the corner your fears were realized as Genji sat on the same bench as always staring out the window. You knew he was aware you were there. He didn’t have to look at you to know.

Gathering yourself up you pushed on down the hall, acting as if Genji himself didn’t exist. You were half a step past him when his hand shot out and stopped you. You slowly turned to look at him. He didn’t seem angry or if he was he was hiding it well.

“D-did you need something?” You asked, tripping over your words slightly.

“You look better.” His words were clipped but polite, his hand letting go of your arm.

“Ah, thanks. Angela really is a miracle worker.” You replied. Genji’s eyes slid from you back out the window. You took this as an end to your conversation and turned to leave.

“Tell me something stupid.” Genji’s voice was soft, the softest you’d ever heard it and for some reason it made your heart squeeze slightly. With a small smile, you sat lightly on the bench beside Genji and launched into another dumb story.

Okay hear me out, Reader deciding to ignore Hazard for the day bc he did something and they thought this will teach him. Only for him to be like "Hen, Hen the love of my life please talk to me-"

“Silent Treatment"

Hazard x Reader

The morning sunlight streamed through the blinds as you went about your day with a silent determination. Hazard, your ever-charismatic and annoyingly smug boyfriend, had finally crossed a line last night. Maybe it was teasing you too much, or perhaps it was him forgetting that one thing you’d asked him a million times—but either way, you’d had enough.

It was time for payback.

The silent treatment.

You didn’t think he’d notice immediately, but you underestimated him.

“Oh, good mornin’, Hen” Hazard greeted you as you passed him in the kitchen. He was leaning against the counter, his blonde hair a tousled mess, his smirk as devilish as ever. “Did ye sleep well, or were ye too busy dreamin’ aboot me?”

Normally, you’d roll your eyes or fire back some sarcastic quip, but not today. Today, you said nothing. Not even a glance his way.

His smirk faltered, his brows furrowing slightly. “Uh… Hen?”

You poured yourself a cup of coffee, ignoring him completely. Hazard straightened, his sharp eyes now fixed on you as if trying to solve a particularly tricky puzzle.

“Did I dae somethin’ wrong?” he asked, his voice soft but uncertain.

You refused to answer, calmly walking out of the kitchen with your coffee in hand, leaving him standing there, utterly perplexed.

=====

By midday, Hazard was in full panic mode.

“Hen! Bonnie! Love o’ my life!” he cried, trailing after you as you folded laundry. His Scottish brogue was thick, his tone dripping with desperation. “Don’t dae this tae me. Yer silence is killin’ me!”

You kept your face neutral, carefully folding a shirt as if his dramatic pleas weren’t happening beside you.

“Please” he begged, practically throwing himself on his knees in front of you. “At least tell me whit I did so I can make it right! Dae ye need flowers? Chocolate? I’ll write a poem if that’s whit it takes!”

You bit the inside of your cheek to stop yourself from laughing as he grabbed the edge of the laundry basket, staring up at you with wide, pleading eyes.

=====

By evening, Hazard was trying everything.

He stood in the living room, holding a beat-up guitar you hadn’t even known he owned. “This one’s for you, Hen” he declared, strumming an absolutely dreadful chord.

Your curiosity got the better of you, and you peeked over the book you were pretending to read.

Hazard began singing in an exaggerated, heartfelt tone:

“Oh, Hen, my bonnie Hen,

I’ve gone and messed up again.

Yer silence it haunts me,

Like a ghost in the glen!”

It was so bad it was good. You couldn’t help the laugh that bubbled out of you.

“Ah-ha!” Hazard cried triumphantly, pointing at you with the guitar pick. “Caught ye! Ye laughed! Ye cannae resist me, can ye?”

Realizing you’d broken, you tried to smother your laughter behind the book, but it was too late. Hazard grinned, setting the guitar aside and plopping down beside you.

“So…” he began, his brogue softer now, “am I forgiven, lass, or do I need tae whip up another wee tune for ye?”

You sighed, lowering the book. “Fine, you’re forgiven. But only because that song was so bad, it felt like punishment enough.”

Hazard chuckled, throwing an arm around you and pulling you close. “Och, Hen, I’m glad tae hear it. But ye better tell me whit I did tae upset ye. I cannae risk this happenin’ again.”

You smirked, leaning into him. “Oh, I don’t think I will. It’s more fun keeping you guessing.”

Hazard laughed, pressing a kiss to your temple. “Yer pure evil, ye ken that? But I wouldn’t change a thing aboot ye.”

Reunited: Gabriel Reyes (Reaper) x Fem!Reader (NSFW)

I got you anon

Includes: Soft sex

Song Recommendation: I’d Do Anything For Love - Meatloaf

Continua a leggere

More Cayde Birthday spam pics! - That last one cracks me up! 🤣

All art that’s not mine, links are here:

https://www.deviantart.com/muratothebandit/art/DESTINY-2-Cayde-6–803781589

https://www.deviantart.com/lizzytheredfiske/art/Destiny-meme-2-704632756

https://www.deviantart.com/tombstonecc/art/Cayde-6-771725615

https://www.deviantart.com/muratothebandit/art/DESTINY-2-Cayde-6–803781450

https://www.deviantart.com/trophykingart/art/Cayde-6-802568688

https://www.deviantart.com/daxtri/art/Cayde-6-613993971

"Please..." A desperate plea to the light. To the Traveler. "Bring him back." The emptiness etched at the soul, clawing its way out like darkness dancing just out of reach. Despite the brightness that seemed all encompassing, it was only hollow aching that accompanied the truth.

"It's just a Ghost." Tightness clenched at a throat shaking with grief. The tremble in a voice laced so deep that knees shook, fingers unsteadily holding onto the shell of a once brilliant little flicker of light. He couldn't be gone; that wasn't how this worked...

"You raised an army—you can bring back one Ghost!" Sharp nails tipped with anger lashed out at the Traveler and its silence—its reluctance to bring. Him. Back!

Silence.

Deafening silence greeted grief like an old friend, in a warm embrace that brought trembling shoulders and shuttered eyes. It was just one Ghost, why couldn't it be brought back? Why was it okay for him to die to save the Traveler. It wasn't fair!

"He sure shined bright back there, huh?" Cayde. 

A voice of mirth and chaos, held dim by the reality of the situation. 

"Cayde..." Misty eyes watched Cayde, his face plates shifting into an expression that could only be described as solomn. A new wave of pain, of panic crashed down. Drowning. This is what it felt like to drown. No air, no surface to breach. Only the heavy weight of pain and acceptance.

"'What comes from the light, returns to the light.' My gal sundance told me that." Small glances down at the lifeless shell clutched tightly in quivering hands. "She also said we're all connected. Guardians, Ghosts, the Traveler..." Nervous glances into the endless light, the sparkle of regret meeting decisiveness in light-filled eyes. 

No.

"Now you tell the others this was my choice. My Light. Nobody makes my fate but me." 

No.

Delicate touches, holding hands that couldn't stop quaking. Deteriorating pockets of light, convalescing Ghost. 

"You're my Favorite. Don't ever forget that." 

No!

"Don't..." A breath of air. "Don't!" A panicked shout. "Cayde, please!" Unwavering hands held firm, pinching Ghost between surety and hesitation. "I just got you back! Don't do this! I'd rather lose my light than be without you again!" A pause in the transference of light back to life.

"You'll be fine. You always have been, always will be." A flash, blinding and filled with warmth. Light snuffed out darkness, filled holes and chased away the shadows. Solid ground beneath boots.

A gasp.

"Guardian... there you are." A weak sigh.

It wasn't the Traveler that brought back Ghost. It was Cayde. In still weak hands, Ghost's light flickered with more than just the Traveler's power. Cayde was there, his sacrifice. His final death.

Knees hit rocks, cracking audibly as a scream rend through the air, echoing off the figments of reality the Traveler had crafted. Shattering pain, tearing at lungs that so desperately needed air. Another scream rose, dancing with the echoes of the first into a chorus of anguish. One light lost to return another. A trade that was undeniably uneven in the Pale Heart of the Traveler, where light flowed aplenty. 

Ahem *taps the mic* I wanna... I want some Genji smoochies because yes go ninja boy who deserves to be smooched <3

I've actually already given out Genji smooches here, HOWEVER! I will happily write you more because ily and you deserve Genji smooches and he deserves smooches from you <3

You and Genji were just hanging out on the couch when he accidently poked your side a bit.

You laughed and pulled away from him. "That tickles, Genji."

He smirked at you playfully. "Does it?"

"Genji, don't." You saw him creep forward. You set of a bomb that you didn't like.

"Don't.... what?"

"Genji, I'm serious!!!" You went to run off, but Genji tackled you to the couch and tickled your sides until you couldn't breath.

"GENJI STAWP!!!" You laughed and laughed, heaving for breath.

"Okay, okay, I'll stop." He stopped for one second before laughing and pouncing on you again. But this time he didn't tickle you, instead he pressed kisses all over your face and neck, which definitely still tickled.

"Genji," you grabbed his face mid kiss, which made his lips adorably squishy. "Quit that, cutie." You pressed your lips to his, making him smile.

"But you're so cute." His voice was muffled from you still grabbing his face.

"You're so cute." You let go of his face and pressed kisses all over him this time.

He laughed that cute laugh you always loved. You and your sweet boy. There was nothing more you needed.

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if you want character smoochies, go ahead and send some in!!!

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Genji Shimada

So I asked my friend which Overwatch character I should do my next alphabet headcanons about and they said Genji! So I'll be doing Genji next, probably later today.

However while I was thinking about him the thought of his cybernetics came to mind and I went off on a full blown tangent about it so I figured I'd post my thoughts on how much of Genji is a cyborg before I do his relationship stuff.

This is blackwatch, Genji, I don't know if this is canon or not but for the sake of this I'm saying it is. So as far as body parts go he's definitely missing his legs knee and under. I think he's wearing armor over his thighs though, he has intact femurs. He's missing his right arm and there's some kind of internal damage in his upper chest.

His eye piece comes off seperate to his mouth piece but that doesn't mean his mouth is robotic, I just think he takes the mask part off less often. His head and heart are all intact according to voice lines and evidence from skins.

Now might I direct your attention to his canon skins. We know from the short "Dragons" that those green circles on his upper body have a release mechanism meaning they manage pressure of some kind within his body.

(We can also see there's less of them in his OW2 design so it's a possibility they got upgraded to be more efficient.)

Now I'm about to lay down my biggest actual headcanon without much evidence besides speculation and "it'd be cool" to back it up.

I think Genji has robotic lungs.

WILD TAKE I KNOW BUT HEAR ME OUT.

He can eat, heard in the voice line about him being able to handle mercy's coffee, so we know his mouth is intact, along with the rest of his digestive system. I think the mouth part of his mask is to help him breathe. I think there was major damage to his respiratory system to the point where they had to make the choice to give him mechanical replacements, hence the need to release pressure when he exerts a LOT of energy (like after his fight with hanzo in the cinematic).

He breathes in game, so we know he needs lungs. Which makes sense if most of his main organs are intact. If the main damage was to his lungs, they could give him robotic ones. And my claim of them not giving him a lung transplant is supported by the fact that Mauga was given a second CYBERNETIC heart instead of a replacement when he was critically injured.

Also in the Doomfist origin cinematic when he threw Genji into a car he started sparking and held his chest, which I know may just be "oh he's a robot of course" written off, but it'd make sense if it was his lungs!! It would put him out of a fight if he can't supply oxygen to the rest of his body. Plus it would hurt him in his chest!

Going off of this, he can definitely breathe without the mask and obviously would need to take it off to eat (he has a lot of scarring on his throat I think, and maybe his jaw) but the mask hides the scar tissue and helps regulate his breathing more naturally. Now I'm not a doctor so this next part may make no sense, and let me know if it does but maybe the mask is connected to his lungs in like a nervous system kind of way? Since they wouldn't be connected to his nervous system entirely? So when he takes the mask off he has to manually breathe. Like the mask regulates it for him so he can do it subconsciously but without the mask it's a conscious manual breathing situation.

And my only real arguments for him not having a robotic heart instead of lungs is his voice line that says "The heart of a man still beats inside of me." Which of course could be metaphorical, "I'm still the same man, just with a different body." Kind of thing, but also he just never takes off that freaking mouth piece so I was thinking it had to serve a purpose!

Lol I'll get to work on my headcanons now but let me know what y'all think of this 🙏

Home

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

Angst with eventual fluff.

This has not been proof read

Enjoy xoxo

Home.

He's home.

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

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

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

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

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

But what about me?

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

What about my pain!?

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

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

Does he even know?

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

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

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

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

He's here again.

Not the real cayde.

But the cayde thats been with me since he died.

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

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

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

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

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

Until it didn't.

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

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

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

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

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

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

I'll get it right eventually.

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

"Broken" it hisses.

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

"Deluded"

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

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

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

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

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

"Hey"

The voice seemingly interupts itself

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Always"

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

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

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

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

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

Home.

Our home.

My own Sonic the Hedgehog (character) headcanons! 💙

• One thing Sonic honestly fears is being alone; the smaller animals can’t really talk so he was left without friends for a while. He’s very grateful to have met Tails.

• As Sonic grows older, his quills get darker. When he was born they were more like a sky blue, but now they are close to an indigo shade.

• He puts a lot of soft gel and/or conditioner in this quills to both keep them steady while he’s running and so others won’t get hurt when they hug him.

• If Amy doesn’t go overboard with her crush on him, Sonic might gain neutral feelings for her too; if only she could take it slow at times (how ironic).

• The first time he ever ate a chilli dog was - as Sonic himself described it - ‘As if it had more positive energy than the Chaos Emeralds have’.

• Despite being close friends now, Sonic still likes to tease Knuckles every so often. The echidna is aware that it’s in a friendly way, so he tries to make mild comebacks.

• Running at high speeds is fun, but his favourite thing to do is skateboarding. That explains why he does it a lot on his adventures.

• Sonic wants to be a positive influence to everyone so he does not cry in public. However, when alone, he lets out a few healthy tears. Like when Shadow ‘died’ or how he’ll be long gone when Chip wakes up.