Thank You @theisolatedsystem​ For Showing Me This One.  Reminded Me Of Cayde And Ais At Their Wedding,

Love LOVE your Hazard x reader stories. <333 If I may request something... how about Hazard and reader go out on a lil dinner date? Mayhaps with a kiss at the end? I think Hazard's reaction can be quite funny depending to what kind of restaurant they go to :D

First Date

Hazard x Reader [REQUEST]

A/N: Honestly I set the scenario to be somewhere fancy since the more that I thought about it the more a bit funny it got. Just a big ol nervous punk man, in a fancy restaurant trying to impress his date.

Summary: You and Hazard have been going back and forth with some flirting, until he decides to take the big step and take you out.

Hazard wasn’t the type to hesitate. He was bold, cocky, and always quick with a flirty quip that made your cheeks burn and your heart race. But when he finally asked you out after weeks of playful banter, it was surprisingly awkward.

“So, uh… ye wanna grab dinner sometime? Like, proper dinner, no’ just chips at the pub” he’d blurted out one evening, his hands stuffed in his jacket pockets and his usual smirk faltering.

You’d teased him, of course—how could you not? But the pink creeping up his ears had been endearing enough for you to say yes.

Now, standing outside your apartment on the night of your first date, Hazard looked downright nervous. His usual swagger was still there, but it was muted. His foot tapped against the ground, and he kept adjusting his jacket as though it didn’t sit right. When you stepped out, his head snapped up, and he gave you a lopsided grin.

“Ach, look at ye” he said, his voice just a bit too casual. “All dolled up an’ ready tae make me look bad.”

“Maybe you’re just nervous” you teased, locking the door behind you.

“Nervous? Me? Aye, right.” He scoffed, but his laugh was a little too quick, and he avoided your gaze. “Let’s jus’ get goin’, aye?”

You’d chosen a small Italian restaurant, thinking the warm lighting and cozy vibe would ease any tension. But as soon as you stepped inside, you noticed Hazard stiffen. He looked around, eyes darting from the checkered tablecloths to the shelves of wine bottles.

“Bloody hell” he muttered under his breath. “This is… fancy.”

“It’s not that fancy” you said, leading him to your table. “Come on, sit. It’s just dinner.”

He sat, slouching slightly in his chair and grabbing the menu like it was a lifeline. But instead of reading it, he just stared, his brow furrowed.

“Ye ever think they make these menus complicated on purpose?” he asked, pointing at a random word. “What’s a… car-bon-air-a? Sounds like a bloody car part.”

You couldn’t help but laugh. “It’s pasta. Want me to order for you?”

“Aye, might as well. Dinnae want tae end up wi’ somethin’ I cannae pronounce.”

You ordered for both of you—gnocchi for him, carbonara for yourself—and Hazard leaned back in his chair, trying to look relaxed. But his fingers tapped against the table, and his knee bounced under it.

“So” you said, resting your chin on your hand. “You’re really nervous, huh?”

His head shot up, and his cheeks flushed slightly. “What? Naw. I’m just... thinkin’. About how tae top this date when ye inevitably want another one.”

“Oh, inevitably?” you teased. “Confident, aren’t you?”

His smirk returned, though it was weaker than usual. “Fake it till ye make it, eh?”

When the food arrived, Hazard’s nerves seemed to ease a bit. He took a cautious bite of the gnocchi, his eyes widening slightly before he quickly masked his reaction.

“Alright” he said, pointing at you with his fork. “This is no’ bad. Ye’ve got decent taste, I’ll give ye that.”

“Glad you approve” you said with a grin.

As the night went on, the conversation flowed easier. Hazard’s stories—full of his usual charm and mischief—had you laughing until your sides hurt. You could see him relax little by little, the fidgeting fading as he leaned into the moment.

By the time dessert arrived, Hazard was back to his usual self, teasing you about how seriously you were enjoying your tiramisu.

“Ye’ve got cream on yer lip” he said, smirking.

“No, I don’t” you shot back, wiping at your mouth.

“Aye, ye do.” He leaned forward slightly, resting his chin on his hand. “Want me tae get it for ye?”

=====

Outside, the air was crisp and cool, and Hazard walked beside you with his hands shoved in his jacket pockets. The streetlights cast a warm glow, and the quiet night felt almost surreal after the lively energy of the restaurant.

“You had fun” you said, breaking the silence.

“Aye” he admitted, glancing at you. “Ye dinnae make it easy, though. Couldnae tell if ye were serious half the time or just takin’ the piss.”

You stopped walking, turning to face him. “Hazard.”

“What?” he asked, his brow furrowing slightly.

Instead of answering, you stepped closer and kissed him. It was soft but firm, lingering just long enough for him to register what was happening. His breath hitched, and for a moment, he froze, as if he couldn’t believe it.

When you pulled back, Hazard stared at you, his lips slightly parted and his cheeks flushed. “Oh…wow okay—” he muttered, a hand rising to touch his mouth.

“Does that answer your question?” you asked, grinning.

He blinked, then laughed—a warm, genuine sound that made your heart skip a beat. “Aye, it does.”

As the two of you started walking again, Hazard glanced at you, his smirk returning. “Ye know, if this is yer way o’ sayin’ ye’d go out wi’ me again, ye could’ve just told me.”

“But this was more fun” you said, bumping your shoulder against his.

“Aye, I’ll give ye that” he said, grinning. “But next time, I’m pickin’ the spot. Gotta make sure ye know what ye’re missin’ wi’ all this posh food.”

“Next time, huh?”

He winked, his nerves finally gone. “Oh, there’ll be a next time. Dinnae think ye’re gettin’ rid o’ me that easy.”

As you walked together into the night, you couldn’t help but smile. For all his bravado and nerves, Hazard had made the evening unforgettable—and you couldn’t wait to see where things would go from here.

Humanformers [Transformers: Prime]

A bit spoilery…. kind of…. Not sure how to tag this since it is kinda dark so… yeah

i see that requests are open so in that case... can i get some genji fluff? i have nothing specific to ask for, im just in dire need of genji lmao

YESYESYES OFCCC <333

genji fluff!!

Gender neutral reader

warnings: none <3!

NOT PROOFREAD ‼️

Genji fluff headcanons

- Genji tends too hold a movie night for the both of you, with your favorite snacks and drinks.

- he always tries to make a pillow fort but, he instead ends up getting stuck in the blankets. He has to wait for you to help him.

- he ALWAYS puts on disney movies. Its a must <3

- you guys have watched The little mermaid 6 times now…

- if he catches you sleeping during the movie, he’ll do the classic feather and shaving cream prank.

- he’ll feel bad after so he cuddles with you <3

It was 1 in the morning and you were getting ready to go to sleep, when you got an unexpected call “who the hell is calling me at this ungodly hour...?”, you groaned. You wearily picked up the phone and a familiar name popped up ‘green cyborg ninja dude’ you immediately perked up and answered it.

“hellooo.”

‘Hey.’

“Is everything ok?”

‘Yeah I’m ok’

he pauses.

‘Except this one tiny thing.’

“And that is?”

‘I may or may not have been trying to build a pillow fort for movie night but have gotten stuck in the blankets.’

“Again?”

‘Yeah..’

“It’s ok I’ll come over and get you out.

‘Thanks, I love you.’

“love you too idiot.”

You hung up the phone and got ready “Why is he setting up a movie night right now?”, you wonder. As soon as you arrived, you opened the door and saw Genji rolled up in a purple blanket next to an unfinished pillow fort, “Finally you’re here!” he let out a sigh of relief.

You chuckle to yourself and roll him to the other side, “Heyyy what are you doing?” Genji mumbles. “Making sure you stay in that blanket forever, I’m gonna watch The little mermaid all by myself” you teased. “Noo please!” he pouts, “fine, but only this one time”. You roll him out of the violet blanket, and he hugs you. “Thank you i thought you were gonna leave me in there all night” he fake cries, you feel a smile forming on your face “you know I never would do that Genji”.

“Yeah you love me too much”, he grins, you roll your eyes, “Now can you help me finish building the pillow fort, I wanna watch tangled with you.” you agree instantly. After a long 15 minutes of struggling and confusion, the fort was completely set up, it had both of your favorite snacks, drinks, pizza and some stuffed toys, “Finally we can relax” he crawls into the fort and sits down, you follow along and sit next to him, laying your head in his shoulder. He eagerly opens up the movie and moves closer to you with your hand in his.

As the movie went on you slowly drifted into sleep and of course, genji noticed, he decided this was the best time to take revenge on you for teasing him. He carefully placed you onto the stuffed toys and began to initiate his “brilliant” plan, he came back with a feather and shaving cream from his room. Genji sprayed shaving cream onto your hand and tickled your cheek with the feather. “what is that”, you mumble, half asleep, but you continued to disregard it anyway. He tickled your face even more until you couldn’t ignore it anymore and scratched your face, only to be met with a weird foamy texture. “What the hell genji!”, you yelped with the shaving cream now covering half your face. Genji bursted out laughing when he saw the look on your face while you glared at him, “You have to admit it was funny!”, he smiled, handing you a towel. you snatch the towel away from him and wipe your face. “You’re a coward and history will forget you.”, you huffed. “I’m sorryy!” he said, kissing your forehead, “I’ll give you cuddles to make up for it.” Genji said, making him self comfortable in the blankets. “I would like that…” you said, in a tired tone. he kisses you again and wraps his arm around you, pulling you under the covers, falling asleep with you as the movie kept playing.

AAA THIS IS MY FIRST TIME WRITING A REQUEST. hope i did well <3 and i certainly hope this meets your standards!! Ty for requesting.

(so sorry if theres any punctuational errors or grammatical errors <\3)

Genji x gender neutral reader

Pre-Overwatch Recall, part 1 of journey to forget

Part 1 (you are here) // Part 2 // Part 3

Challenge (day 4: recognition)

Requested: No

Word Count: 1,473

The trek up the Himalayas wasn’t an easy one, they were mountains after all. Though the risks were high, the reward was great.

(y/n) was making their way up to the mountains for one purpose, taking refuge in the Shambali. The Shambali was the name of the monastery in the Himalayan Mountains, it resided omnics with their own religion. But they weren’t going there for pilgrimage, they were going up to forget their Overwatch life. 

They are– were.. an Overwatch agent.

Continua a leggere

What’s Shadow’s true purpose?

So Shadow’s loyalty is often forgotten what with the fanon marking him as edgy

 and a lone wolf, but it’s there and it makes me mad that people pass it off 

because it’s a big part of his character. 

 But okay so like. Usually most people interpret Shadow’s purpose was to be 

made for Maria and to help the world right? Right. So when Maria dies he thinks

 his purpose is revenge. WRONG. He gets that epiphany when Amy reminds 

him about it. 

 But that’s not it 

 Because okay, Maria wanted Shadow to protect the world. And for awhile 

maybe Shadow interprets this as “okay I gotta be Mobius’ hero.” But! He realizes

that that place is already taken. Sonic is Mobius’ hero and therefore he is literally

 the world. He’s usually the only one that can fix the world when it goes into peril.

 (The only other person to ever majorly save the world by himself was Shadow) 

so Shadow realizes, it’s not Mobius in general he has to be there for, but Sonic. 

The world can thrive as long as Sonic is their world, their core. 

 In a sense you could say that Shadow sees his new Maria in Sonic. In order for

 his purpose to be fulfilled, Sonic needs to stay kicking. That’s why we see in 06 

that he literally doesn’t look at him when he’s dead!!! Their world is broken 

because Sonic is prematurely gone from it. It’s not until Silver says “we still have

 a chance at saving this world!” That Shadow FINALLY LOOKS TO SONIC 

WITH A BROKEN VOICE AND SAYS “maybe we could’ve..if he were still alive.” 

 AND ITS LITERALLY THE LAST STRING IN HIS PURPOSE BEING SEVERED. 

 Sonic and Shadow were fated to meet for a reason. Shadow was supposed to 

meet Sonic because his purpose was to protect the world like a Shadow. HE’S 

SONIC’S SHADOW. HE’S SUPPOSED TO PROTECT SONIC SO THE WORLD

 MAY REMAIN SAFE. 

 Like I’m sure SEGA didn’t mean to be that deep and only meant to make them 

rivals but SEGAAA oh my god you literally made Maria tell Shadow “you’re to 

watch over this world, like a shadow!” And people mistook Shadow!! for Sonic!! 

Because he’s Sonic’s shadow!! He’s supposed to watch over Sonic!! Girl if that

 ain’t some metaphorical stuff!!

 LIKE IT ALL MAKES SENSE NOW. SHADOWS LIKE NO NONSENSE 

RESPONSES TO SONIC ASKING FOR HELP ISNT JUST BECAUSE THEYRE 

ALLIES, ITS BECAUSE HE KNOWS THATS HIS JOB. AND ALSO? ALL THE 

TIMES HE PROTECTS HIM FROM GETTING HURT ISNT THAT BULLSHIT

 THAT PEOPLE SAY LIKE “oh man it’s because he wants to be the one to kill 

him, nobody else can” WRONG. ITS BECAUSE HE HAS TO KEEP SONIC 

SAFE 

 another example of that is him going into hiding upon finding out about Sonic’s 

“death” in Forces. Every time this bitch finds out that Sonic’s dead he literally 

loses himself. Even if people don’t ship this, it doesn’t have to be seen like that. 

Shadow cares deeply for Sonic because Sonic is his purpose. 

 And that’s the tea. 

pettiness is a dish always best served hot; guardian x crow and cayde :)

after getting that ask about Cayde being a third-wheel in this situation, I just had to write something for the Wild Card mission :) I hope this is as funny as it is in my mind :D also on ao3

Cayde hates stake outs. 

Getting into the fray, guns blazing, is where his true approach lies. A knife here, a bullet there, everyone who should be dead is dead, and he gets to eat ramen right on the dinner clock. 

Yet here they are, former Hunter Vanguard, his little Guardian protege and their formerly of the Awoken royalty boyfriend. Slash killer. Slash no, not anymore. Slash, unsure. What a crew!

“Cayde, stop moving!” Crow chastises him, kicking him lightly in the shin. 

Cayde narrows his eyes but obliges by sitting down on the ground, watching Crow. Now that one was made for scouting. Patient to a Hunter appropriate degree, wicked with a sniper, if Cayde were to judge. Knows his stuff. And according to the few conversations they shared, not even mildly scared by bureaucracy. Good, Cayde thinks.

A multitude of feelings swarm inside him. Curiosity, jealousy, a little bit of anger for the spice. Resentment, pride, appreciation.

But above all those warm and fuzzy feelings, there is one more. One that Cayde has made sure to nurture over his long long life. One that feeds into his very psyche.

“Guardian?” Crow calls on the comms. “I have you in my sights. There is a swarm of Scorn approaching your location. Wait, what? Uh…”

Whatever the reply is, Cayde doesn’t get to hear as the channel switches to private but for a second. And so he gives in to that feeling instead.

A wave of playful and unyielding pettiness.

And so Cayde-6 forms a plan. 

***

They sit around a small fire, celebrating one of the many latest victories of their hunt. Crow reenacts a shoot-out with a horde of war beasts, accidentally sending one of the bottles flying at the wall, covering the rock side with rich red. The Guardian is laughing, while the two Ghosts watch with a mixture of disapproval and parental condescension. 

Crow thoughtfully rubs his nape and reaches for another wine bottle, offering it to the Guardian. But before the bottle can make contact, Cayde smiles and swipes it from Crow's hand. 

“Oh, that's my favourite!” he exclaims. “Not vintage enough, but that will do.”

He lets the cool liquid pour down his mechanical throat, watching from the corner of the eye as Crow can't find any more wine in their supplies. The Guardian is smiling at Crow's quiet frustration and reassures him that it's fine and they can transmat in some more if need be. Their hands brush against each other as Crow sits next to the Guardian, and Cayde wonders if they don’t see him notice.

“Good wine?” Crow asks with a mocking tone, to which Cayde wipes his mouth and sighs with great content.

“Good enough, kid.”

Crow huffs and turns his attention to stoking the fire.

A warm feeling spreads in Cayde's chest. He oh so loves being up to no good. 

***

In-between the many battles within the Pale Heart, they take a moment of respite to take care of their weapons and ammunition. The Guardian is trying to get screeb stuff out of their armour to no avail. Rookie mistake to run straight into the thick of the horde and serves them right.

Crow polishes the feather-etched barrel of his gun. Cayde watches, proud that the kid has already figured out the important business of having a signature gun. Cayde tucks away a thought about a signature cloak, one step a time, but that's a done deal. He's decided, it’s just that no one else needs to know for now. 

Cayde looks at his own weapon, the Ace of Spades glowing with Light through cracks. Shabby, but trusty. His thumb runs over the white spade. Even here in this strange version of the afterlife, a memory of something distant and unattainable is haunting him.

When he raises his eyes, he finds that Crow has joined the Guardian in a fruitless attempt to wipe off the Scorn ether, yet the more they both try, the more the stain seems to eat into the armour.

Lovebirds, Cayde thinks. Oh how the tables have turned.

***

The hunt for the ether-thieves goes on for a few more days. In that time Cayde thinks he and Crow have discussed every possible facet of things he would rather never talk about again. Good thing the kid is easily distracted with a healthy bit of competition, which they indulge in by shooting distant targets while the Guardian spots them both. 

At night they take turns to meditate and rest, another taking watch.

On one of the nights, Cayde wanders off from the camp. An excuse is easy, a strange noise nearby he wants to investigate, as if there isn't something strange happening every minute anyway. They are inside the Traveler, after all.

Cayde walks down a narrow trodden path and contemplates the ridiculous lip locking happening right around the corner. It doesn’t particularly bother him, but oh, amuse him it does. His favourite Guardian, all tangled up with this Crow. He wonders how it happened. Actually, he doesn’t, the more he thinks about it, the stranger it seems.

When Cayde makes it back to the camp, the kiss is still ongoing, with the two lovebirds none the wiser to his presence. Dangerous, could get shot like this, so they should be happy it’s just him.

Cayde pushes between the Guardian and Crow, plopping himself down on the ground. The Guardian is looking away flushed, while Crow crosses his arms.

“Found anything suspicious?” he asks, moving to make space.

“Nah, false alarm. There was this pair of love birds though…”

The Guardian chokes on a small hidden laugh.

***

“...that’s when Zavala punched him right. In. The. Face!”

As the Guardian laughs, Crow rubs his forehead with tired fingers. Cayde rummages through his memories to grapple onto a new story - and good thing that not all of them have to be true - when the Guardian stretches their arms. After a few pops, a glance at Crow and a ridiculously tired yawn, they begin to rise from the chair.

“Hold on, I’ve got one more!” Cayde exclaims. “Just one more, and off you go to see your sweet dreams. Promise!”

The Guardian sits right back, and Crow watches Cayde with eyes narrowed, only two brightly coloured irises glowing in the dark. He means to say something, and Cayde eggs him on with a prolonged pause, just to talk as Crow’s mouth opens.

“A-”

“Okay, there was this one time I sat in a bar, and in came a titan, a hunter and a warlock…”

One story turns into a couple more. A wine bottle is fished from the supplies, and the Guardian is doing all in their power to not let their eyes closed, when Cayde puts a final flourish on the story.

“And that’s why you don’t play cards with Ikora.”

“Good to know,” Crow says with an amused grin. “I think I’m going to catch some sleep. How… about you, Guardian?”

They rise from the chair and dust off their armour, even though it has now been made pristine.

As the Guardian heads to the tent, Crow turns to Cayde. Their eyes meet, some kind of momentary agreement or understanding. He doesn’t want to talk about it now, but he has learnt the importance of well-timed words. It may always be that you would not get a chance to say them.

“Come on,” Cayde ushers Crow with a flick of his hand. “Go get that sleep.”

Crow crosses his arms and arches his eyebrow.

“What, not another story? Or sleeping right in the middle of the tent like the last time?”

“Nope,” Cayde responds. “Let’s just say, I got my retaliation. Now go, shoo. The Guardian is going to fall asleep if you don’t get all cuddly and snuggly.”

Crow’s lips stretch into a wild grind.

“What in the Light’s name are those words?”

“No idea, hope I don’t get to repeat them ever again. Now go, kid. And… look after them, yeah? They are my favourite.”

Crow looks at the tent where the Guardian is fumbling with a light blanket.

“I will. They are my favourite, too.”

Can we get something to eat now?

the intimate moments you have with genji during sex will never cease to make him weep. cuddle fucking him while kissing his scars, telling him how beautiful he looks. reminding him that his scars are progress from how far he's gotten to be laying here today. all from his hard work and preserverance. he'd shudder, nuzzling deeper into your chest. hands on your hips as he buries himself further onto you, wailing softly. genjis being so overwhelmed with your love and feels so out of body he cums, peppering kisses on your chest, entangling your bodies even closer. you feel his heart thumping with yours, in sync.

his scarred hand reaching to cradle yours, rubbing his thumb across the top.

"ありがとう[名前]、あなたがいなかったらとても迷っていたでしょう." he'd croak, biting back a sob, voice laced with tears, admiration, and love.

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barely any smut LOL but genji needs love and affection. also i feel during sex sometimes genji switches to Japanese and he doesnt even notice.

I’m waking up to ash and dust I wipe my brow and I sweat my rust I’m breathing in the chemicals I’m breaking in, shaping up, then checking out on the prison bus This is it, the apocalypse [x]