It’s So Sweet, Knowing That You Love Me

genji x reader please something to fill this void... im love your writing!!! anything you decide will be amazing

A/N: I have a massive soft spot for robo ninja boi, So here! A lengthy fluff with our favourite ninja boi!

1700+ words

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Genji x reader - Under the stars

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Being an agent in overwatch was a rewarding yet an enduringtask. The people you’ve met had changed your life for the better. People likeLena, Jesse, Hana they all always made your day much more bearable and youenjoyed every single second you spend with these people. However, the personwho made every waking moment a fruitful and filled with such merriment was noneother than the younger Shimada, Genji. His good natured teasing, sassy commentsand comforting hugs were among the things you loved about the cyborg. The twoof you became instant friends when you first stepped foot in the overwatchbase. You always laugh whenever you recall your first meeting with Genji.

Flash back

This was your firstday as an agent in overwatch. A place responsible for the world’s safety inconjunction with the UN. A place for nothing but serious matter and being aresponsible adult.

You held a box ofnecessary item you needed for the day, mainly consisted of your trainingclothes and couple of other things.

You walked down thepristine white halls, agents quietly conversing amongst themselves. Thoughts ofbeing the new recruit clouded your mind.

‘How will I even makefriends, everyone is so serious around here! I must not disappoint thesuperiors, can’t risk getting scolded on the first day and destroy myreputation before I even start’ you rambled in your mind, lost in your thoughtsyou didn’t realise the rapid sound of heavy footsteps as you turned the corner.

As you turned, you were hit with such a heavyimpact your box flew several meters and you harshly fell on your butt with aheavy weight on top of you. You shut your eyes as you fell.

‘Argh, injured on thefirst day, great’ you mentally thought.

“Oww” you softly letout, slowly fluttering your eyes open and met face to face with a cyborg mask.

“I guess you couldsay, I fell for you” The person who fell on you said with a teasing tone.

Your face immediatelyburned up as you pushed the male off you. He fell with a thud and an “Oof”sound. You promptly stood up and looked around.

Laughter could beheard as two more people rounded the corner.

“Genji! That was theworst pick up line ever” one of the Girls said in her thick British accent.

“Even McCree would’vehad a smoother line Gen” The other smaller girl laughed.

Their gaze then fellon your sheepish form standing there. You tried to avoid their gaze.

“OH! You must be thenew recruit, I’m Hana!” the smaller girl introduced herself as he made her wayto you and hugged you. You hesitantly hugged back.

“Sorry about this,love. I’m Lena by the way” The British girl said as she held out her hand. Youshook it and introduced yourself.

The male began gettingup, rubbing his behind.

“That loser is Genji.I bet you didn’t expect this sorta welcome here” Hana laughed.

“Far from it actually,didn’t think I’d get rugby tackled by a ninja” You laughed as you looked atGenji.

He let out a heartfeltlaugh which made your heart flutter with excitement.

“Didn’t think a littlegirl like you could throw me and my charm off that easily” He replied withtraces of teasing and good natured tone.

A smile graced yourfeatures as you giggled at his retort. You held out your hand for an actualintroduction.

“Let me introducemyself properly, I’m [y/n] nice to meet ya” You smiled.

“I’m your friendlyneighbourhood ninja, Genji” He said as he shook your hand with a firm grip.

Lena and Hana lookedat each other with a clear grins as they knew it would blossom into somethingmore than a friendship.

End ~

You spent all day, every day with the cyborg whenever you had days off. The pair of you became inseparable after that day. Even during missions where both of you were paired, it was always seen as asuccessful mission. Then you two would often lounge on the roof under the stars and just crack jokes with each other. It was always soothing andcomforting having him near you.

Today, Genji was deployed to a mission and you were stuckwith paper work. You longed for his upbeat and fun nature, it was deathlyboring without him around. You sighed and looked over at the clock.

5:05

‘Almost over, just 25 more mins’ you thought.

You completed all works that was needed to be done and ontime. You left for dinner to meet up with the others.

“Hey [y/n], wait up” You heard Jesse call from behind you.You turned with a smile on your face as you waited.

“Jesse Hey” You conversed with Jesse while you walked to thedinner hall together.

“I take it, Genji still hasn’t come back from the missionthen” He said noting the absence of your partner in crime.

“Yeah… they said it’ll take a day but …” You began as youlooked ahead.

“Ya know, you should tell ‘em” Jesse said, which caught youoff guard and stumbled in your step. Jesse laughed.

“Tell who what?” you questioned, trying to hide thepainfully obvious blush.

“Ya know who [y/n], it’s quite obvious to everyone around ya” he pointed out and as you entered the dining hall.

You began pondering about what Jesse had said, aboutconfessing. You felt flustered at the thought of telling Genji about yourfeelings.

After dinner you left to clear your head and get fresh air. Thecool night air was refreshing and provided a soothing comfort. You climbed tothe roof, which provided a great view of the star filled sky. You laid down withyour arms crossed behind your head and you fluttered your eyes shut. A contentsmile graced your features as you enjoyed the stillness of the night. Momentshas passed with you quietly enjoyed the company of the wind and coolness. Until…

“I knew I’d find you here” A gentle Japanese accented voice calledout and your ears perked.

Your eyes fluttered open as you sat up looking over to theowner of the voice. Genji’s from was illuminated by the moonlight which madehim seem magnificent and otherworldly. A smile instantly crept to your face.

“You’re back” You stood up and embraced him.

You wrapped your arms around his lean torso, despite hisbody consisted of metal plating’s, his body emitted a calming warmth. His armssnaked around your smaller form and hooked around your waist.

“Seem like someone missed me” He laughed, his bodyreverberating. It made your heart flutter against your ribs in an excitedmanner.

You giggled as you pulled away and lightly slapped hischest.

“It’s not fair, I was stuck with paper work whilst you wentout for a mission” you complained as you took a seat where you previously hadsat. Genji followed shortly after.

“Hah, neither was that time when you got the last pizzaslice last week. So I guess we’re even” He said, teasingly poking your poutedcheeks.

You angrily huffed and leaned against his form. You gazed atthe sky. Millions of sequined stars stitched against the deep vastness of theeternal dark sky, illuminated all creations under its presence. It brought youcomfort and wonder.

“It’s a beautiful night” You said, smiling.

‘Not as beautiful as you’ Genji thought, but too shy to sayit out loud.

“It is” he softly agreed.

Then, the words Jesse had said to you earlier echoed in yourmind.

‘You have to tell him [y/n]’ his voice sounded.

You turned to look at Genji, who was lost in thought gazingat the sky. Then his gaze abruptly turned to you as if he was about to saysomething.

“[Y/n]… I have something to confess” at the sound of this,you heart began to race. Suddenly, feeling very anxious for the next collectionof words. His hand reached for yours, intertwining your fingers with his.

“I…” He began but couldn’t form the immense number ofthoughts clouding his mind. The ninja sighed and looked down at yourintertwined fingers.

“Genji…” you began, giving him a reassuring squeeze toprompt him to continue.

“Ever since the first day, my whole being…felt different. Asin, I feel the need to be with you always, to feel your hugs and see you smileover my corny jokes and just…” he began trailing off and avoiding your gaze.

A shy smile graced you features as you gazed at him. A sighescaped his lips, and he pressed the buttons on his mask to release it. You hadseen his face before, as you were one of the few he was comfortable to show histrue identity to.

“Genji-“

“I just really like you [y/n] and I wish for you to be mine”He said sincerely whilst gazing into your soul, his deep dark eyes bore intoyour soul.

You let out a relieved sigh and launched yourself at theninja, starling the poor boy. You wrapped your arms around his neck and buried yourhead in his chest. Still surprised, genji tightly wrapped his arms around youand laid back down with you on top of his form. You pulled back and stared athim with a soft smile.

“I’ll be yours until all the starts fall out of the sky” Yousaid smiling, as you cupped his cheek.

Genji smiled up at you, leaning forward and melting intoyour touch, he placed his hand on top of yours.

You began leaning closer and closing your eyes until you closed the gap. The feeling of his lips against yours, wasdelicate and filled with passion you both shared for each other. Your handsoftly caressed his scarred cheek as you felt your heart begin to race form thecontact. You had been awaiting this moment for a while and it’s almost surreal,feeling the person you love reciprocate their feelings. You felt Genji smileinto the kiss as you began to pull away.

A heavy blush formed on your delicate features as helovingly gazed at you.

“I love you, Gen” you smiled as you leaned to peck his lipsquickly.

“I love you too, my little blossom” He smiled.

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So, after watching Bumblebee and LOVING it, it also made me think about something… Bumblebee managed to execute having a female main protagonist FANTASTICALLY (something achieved only by Transformers Animated’s Sari Sumdac), so I thought “how would other Transformers shows looked if they focused on female human characters as well? Especially if they were underutilized”. (Also an excuse to draw in a different style).

You see, when I was in high-school it always irked me that, in TFP, we were introduced to Sierra and the show promptly forgot about her roughly halfway through its run, because she looked like she might break away from a LOT of the common high school cheerleader stereotypes in cartoons at the time after Speed Metal aired.

Plus I liked her character design, I mean c’mon, she had a spiky ponytail.

So I decided, “Say, if I were to make a TF cartoon/comic, how about I’d make HER the human protagonist instead?”

So instead of just making her a satellite love interest to Jack, I interpret her as actually tries her best being a model student, and has a strong interest in chemistry, and would absolutely fascinated with trying to figure out what exactly is energon composed of given the chance. As the head cheerleader of Jasper High, she leads a very active lifestyle.

However, because of the pressure of being the model student, she relieves stress by having an interest in more dangerous after-school activities, like illegal racing (as shown in the episode Speed Metal)

After the initial shock, she’d actually be real fascinated by the concept of giant robots duking it out with other giant robots. Much to the surprise of Jack. 

Regarding Cybertronians, she’d love to know more about their society and how they function, not just because they’re giant robots. Since she has an interest in cars, I imagine she’d also be interested in how the inner workings of Cybertronians are like.

To compliment Sierra, I also wanna give attention to an under-utilized character in Transformers, Elita-1. Ever since I watched her in the original cartoons for the first time as a lad, she became one of my faves. Then I was disappointed, that, for the most part, her appearances were relegated to comics, and in TFA she became a villain (not hatin’ I LOVE her characterization there, I just miss heroic Elita). I became MORE motivated to try my hand in designing my own version of Elita after reading @robotsandramblings‘s post here.

So here, if I were to make my own TF series, I re-imagined her as a mix between of her original G1 counterpart and her IDW counterpart (with a design taking major inspiration from her 2018 Power of the Primes toy), with some personal flavors:

Just like Optimus she’s a powerful warrior and leader, basically his equal in Autobot command, but whereas Prime is more diplomatic, while Elita usually prefers the more aggressive route.

When she was forged (I interpret her here as a citizen of Kaon), her chassis was colored pink/purple… a sign of bad luck/bad omens as it is the color of energon. She wears it with pride however, and much like many an Earth-animal, the bright color’s a sign that’s she’s not to be messed with.

Just a like her IDW self, her helmet’s missing a few bits on the right side (after a lengthy fight with several ‘cons), and she never fixed it. It’s a symbol of pride for her.

Just like in G1, her Conjunx Endurae is Optimus, whom she still calls Orion for nostalgia’s sake.

It was particularly scandalous because Orion Pax was the “good cop” and she definitely isn’t in this re-imagining.

She loves a good melee.

Beyond this, I don’t have much more to tell, besides perhaps Elita acts as the Autobot’s vanguard, arriving first to Earth before Optimus does to root out possible Decepticon activity.

…Also an excuse to finally show how big my interpretation of Blackout is for y’all.

Alive?

This is a dream…or some cruel, horrendous joke.

But he’s right there. He’s alive.

The Young Wolf’s knees meet earth with an unceremonious thud as she stares up at her Vanguard, her mentor, her friend.

You’re alive?

The Ace of Spades is a steady weight on her hip but for a moment, it isn’t a crushing reminder of her failure but a firm reassurance from a friend. Is this what hope feels like? After so long, trudging from one debilitating atrocity to another, can she…finally have a win without repercussions?

Can she have her best friend back?

“Hey kiddo,” Cayde smiles at her, moving from his place beside the Warlock Vanguard to approach the trembling Hunter. He kneels down, laying a hand - Traveler, it’s solid, it’s real - along her shoulder. Her head lifts a fraction and in an instant, her arms are bound around his neck and a heavy, anguished sob is torn from her chest.

“Aw, missed me, huh?” He tries to tease even as he gathers the Guardian into his arms and holds her tight. “It’s okay. I’m fine, yeah?”

She can’t answer. Words are knots in her throat that will not dislodge.

Cayde-6 looks over his shoulder at Ikora with a smile and she folds her arms across her chest, a gentle warmth to her smile as they stay in silence.

He's here and she can - fuck, she's missed him.

After the Leviathan, after making peace with his death - she never dreamt she'd see him again.

And maybe it's not really him.

But the arms that hold her are too familiar to deny.

You're alive.

She's sure this is only temporary. Some last ditch effort from the Traveler to protect itself. To rally.

But she doesn't care.

Maybe this time…she'll get to say goodbye.

Hey, take me with you.

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Forevers: @halo-2 @reaped-winnower @forgotten-by-the-stars @sugarcoated44 @cayde-6 @aetosavros​ @niemands-bibliothek @paracausal-hunter @silverhandsamurais @orbdotexe

Optimus Prime and Bumblebee father/son appreciation post

Just some wholesome gifs of O.P and Bumbles being the best father/son duo ever:

“Hold me close and hold me fast

The magic spell you cast

This is la vie en rose

When you kiss me, Heaven sighs

And though I close my eyes

I see la vie en rose~”

Relationship Headcannons

| Reaper | Soldier:76 |

Reaper (Pre-Fall)

He loves you with all his heart; always letting you know how much you mean to him. In his line of work, he never knew if he was going to come back home from a mission, so he wanted you to know that you were his world.

You are his everything; he wouldn’t know where he’d be if it weren’t for you (most likely drowning beneath pile of paperwork and neglecting his health to distract himself from romance).

Being in a relationship with the Blackwatch commander definitely came with benefits. You were treated as an equal by the other higher-ups, soldiers were as sweet as can be to you and you were allowed to put your input when it came to missions.

The benefits of being in a relationship with Gabriel was also accompanied by a high number above your head for your life by villainous organizations that wanted the Commander to suffer.

Gabriel loved to shower you in affection; hugging you from behind as you worked, giving you kisses whenever he saw you, complimenting you on how well you looked and how you always managed to steal his breath away.

He loved taking you out on date; being able to show that he was your lover was a privilege and he took it with pride. He would take you to different restaurants, letting you lavish in the expensive life style, but he always preferred to stay at home a cook a delicious meal beside you, slow dancing in front of the fire place while soft music played in the background.

He did his best to protect you. Whenever you were assigned to a mission, he tried to talk you out of it, but soon understanding when you refused, telling you that he completely understood and that he wanted you to come home safe and sound.

Reaper (Post-Fall)

He refused to show you his face, fearing that once you saw his rotting features you would see him as a monster and never near him again.

He kept you secret from Talon, making sure you were under the radar from the terrorizing group. He also never spoke word of his occupation, telling you that it was better left unsaid.

He always kept you safe, protecting you from anything that threatened you; whether it be a stranger passing by or Talon itself. He would do anything to keep you out of danger, even if it meant taking down Talon himself.

He wanted to ravish you in jewelry and pricey items, but you refused the gifts, telling him that his presence was gift enough and being near him always made you feel safe.

Reaper always surprised you with appearances; showing up out of nowhere with a bouquet of flowers in hand. He would occasionally be at your front door, but you became used to leaving your window unlocked for him whenever he wanted to visit.

You were his getaway. You were the one that made him happy and feel as if he was worth something. He wanted to show you how much you met to him, but he never found a way to express himself. He was nervous to speak of romance around you, fearing that you would change you mind of being his lover.

He loved you with all his being, whether he was dead or alive, his overwhelming feelings for you would never shift. Even though he was always one to stray away from affection, telling you that he loved you whenever he saw you was something he never forgot to do.

Soldier: 76 (Pre-Fall)

He was excited to have you as his lover. He had loved you dearly and when you had said yes, he was over the moon with happiness.

He cherished every moment with you. Laying in bed beside each other? It was everything to him. Seeing you laugh and smile? It was the world to him. Every moment with you was held with upmost importance.

Forehead kisses were a staple in your relationship. He loved pulling you close, his chest against yours, to press his lips to your forehead.

He loved seeing you kick ass while out on a mission; it was hard for him to hold himself back because you looked so amazing. Your clothing left nothing to the imagination, allowing you to be more agile. You looked down on your defeated enemy, your foot on their back to hold them still as your gun rested on your shoulder. You were a total badass is Jack’s eyes.

Jack loved to you to the movies, even though the whole demand for a cinema was dying out. He would always ask you which film you wanted to see and what snacks you wanted. While you watched the movie, he would pull you close, his arm around your shoulders and your head leaning against him. Occasionally he would settle for holding hands, but he loved it whenever you were pressed to his side.

Whenever you were sent on a mission that he hadn’t been assigned to, he would walk up to you before you left on the Dropship. He would cup your face and pull you into a passionate kiss that left you wanting more; “Come back to me safe so we can finish that.” He would say, sending a flirtatious wink.

He was slow with everything, making sure you were comfortable. Before your first kiss, he asked you if it was alright and waited to see if their was any hesitation. He cared about you and he wanted you to know that.

Soldier: 76 (Post-Fall)

Reluctancy at it’s finest. Yes, he wanted to be in a relationship with you, but he was scared of the consequences to come. What if you found out who he truly was before he was read to explain? What if Reaper began to target you in a form of revenge? Thousands of “what ifs” flew through his mind when you first popped the question, but after a while of speaking with one another, he said yes.

He was gentle with you, afraid to hold your hand or even kiss your cheek. He didn’t want you to regret your decision.

Your happiness was his happiness; whenever he caught eye of your grin or your laughter filled his ears, he couldn’t help the small smile that crawled onto his lips.

While out on missions, he always looked after you, making sure you were covered and safe — even though you continued to tell him that you were okay on your own. He never wanted to see you slightly injured, let alone a severe wound that could possibly claim your life. He wanted to be the one to take the attacks instead of you.

Soldier: 76 was not the first to say “I love you”. He wanted to tell you how much you meant to him, but he was scared, especially being a wanted man. His heart fluttered when the words left your lips — he felt as though he were on Cloud 9.

A simple home-cooked meal shared in front of the sunset was his favorite date. He would have a bundle of flowers set in a vase in the center of the table; nothing too tall and invasive, but just enough for there to be a decoration. He always enjoyed sitting down with you, the warm glow of the setting sun caressing your skin as you chatted about your day.

Being alone with you was relaxing; no one pestering him about paperwork or going on missions. Just a calm atmosphere as you relished in each other’s company. He liked his personal space, but he couldn’t help the way his heart skipped a beat when you fell asleep leaning against him.

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Masterlist

Airachnid appreciation post because I’m going to miss her while she’s stuck in stasis.

— I’m still waiting for him.

Genji being scared of a thunderstorm? (Blackwatch era?)

!WARNING! This work contains anxiety attacks. 

                          𝚆𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝙲𝚊𝚗 𝙻𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚗 𝙵𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝙰 𝚂𝚝𝚘𝚛𝚖

Staring out the window in wonder, whilst keeping an eye on the monitor for all your patients, you silently hoped that everyone was sleeping soundly. 

This storm had raged on, and only a select few could go on missions at the moment. Mainly the more important ones, such as supply runs and thwarting talon missions. 

Spinning in your office chair, you took another sip of coffee, you managed to convince Angela to take the night off since she had taken the night shift the day before. It didn’t matter much to you, sure, you were tired. But that didn’t mean you couldn’t work. Angela tended to work until she broke. And as a medic, that was not something you couldn’t risk Angela falling asleep on the job. There were too many people to patch up, too many kids (young adults really, you called them kids as an inside joke) getting themselves hurt trying to be a hero, and some actually becoming heroes, diving in front of a bullet to save civilians, a friend, or someone else of importance. 

You sigh deeply, taking another sip of your coffee, it's still hot, thanks to the coffee machine being only a few feet away. At the moment, you're scrolling through your phone as well, playing a few time burner games that you downloaded to make this shift less boring. 

However, it seems that whatever has control over destiny thinks differently, as you hear one of the beeping noises increase rapidly. 

It flashes red at you, this could be a sign of many things. Fear, Panic, Maybe even...ew. You remembered the first time you walked in on a patient doing that in the middle of the night. 

You pull your lab coat onto your shoulders, grabbing a medkit, and rushing down the hall. 

Typing the code for the room, the door slides open, and you see a familiar, yet sweaty cyborg on the bed, clutching his shoulders, almost in a self hug. 

You can see that his knuckles are white on his fleshy hand, and his metal one is digging into the flesh of his still intact arm. 

You hear him breathing heavily and rapidly. Panic Attack. Another flash of lightning fills the room, and he seems to panic more, jumping at it and his breathing becomes even faster, heavier than before.

You softly place the medical kit on the table farthest from him.

“Genji?”

No reply, however, his eyes flick up to you, before they turn back to the ground. 

That was a good sign at least, he wasn’t too wrapped up in his head at the moment. You may be able to calm him down quicker than the other doctors have.

“Genji, I need you to count down from ten.”

Genji gives no reply at first, before his eyes clench cut, muttering something under his breath so quiet that you barely hear it. 

“Genji, what do you need right now?”

He is silent at first, before shaky fingers gesture to the window. 

You turn to the window at the opposite end of the room, slowly, you walk over and press a button next to the window, instantly the noise from outside is no more, and a dark black shade draws over it.

The room is dark for a moment before the lights slowly turn on, then again, it's not like you’d need them, Genji’s LEDs would light the room up anyways. 

You turn to him, see Genji, his breathing less labored, still in a panic mode, but thankfully not as bad as before. You were certain if Genji didn’t tell you about the window, he would’ve passed out. 

“You’re safe here Genji,” You say so softly. “You’re alright, it's just the thoughts that are doing this, nothing else.”

He still doesn’t reply, eyes blown wide and still clutching himself, but his breathing has slowed a tad bit more, you’re a bit closer now, and you can see that he’s trembling. 

“I’m here, Genji.” 

No reply again, but you don’t expect one either. 

“Just keep breathing,” A pause. “Can you count to ten again?” 

Genji’s eyes slam shut, and his head falls into his arms, but you can still hear him breathing, there are breaks between his breaths, you know he’s counting. 

It takes about ten minutes for him to calm down, throughout it, you’re there, coaxing him, occasionally rushing outside to silence any rowdy recruits that returned from missions. But you’re there. 

The second time you turn, his breathing has returned to normal, his face is drenched with sweat and tears, his hair sticking to his forehead. He avoided your gaze, refused to acknowledge your presence, and you don’t hear a thank you from him either, not that you care of course. 

Genji says something softly under his breath. Maybe a thank you. 

You turn to the medicine kit, grabbing alcohol pads and a few bandaids, as you see the area where his metal hand was gripping his shoulder is bleeding.

His eyes are wide and wild, he seems ready to attack you, slit your throat, but he looks like that all the time, that’s what the other doctors say. In all honesty, you did too. You were terrified of him, you weren’t confrontational, more passive unlike some of the other doctors. You heard the news of when Genji had first woken up when he learned what they had done. He was so angry. So many doctors were injured, not that he had done it on purpose, purely accidents, he didn’t want to hurt anybody on purpose. It was when Angela started to treat him that he calmed down. She was strong, yet so kind and gentle that it even managed to sweep Genji off his feet, you remembered that one week that Genji had a crush on her. 

It faded afterward, you fixed his prophetic every now and then, mainly oiling and helping him maintain them. 

It was often moments like this that you thought what could’ve happened to this man, this young man, who could’ve thought to this to someone so young. Staring at his scars in wonder. You learned not to stare too long, he took it wrong and told you to leave.

But your hands come to his arm anyways, he flinches, just as he usually does, you don’t even get to look for assurance before he relaxes. 

The pad is placed on his shoulder, he watches you work, his eyes never leaving the wound you’re treating. 

The small band-aids are placed down.

“Better, right?” You ask.

He nods slowly. Fingertips briskly touching the bandaids. His hand falls to his lap. 

“I’m sorry,” A pause. “For waking you.”

You raise an eyebrow. “You didn’t wake me Genji, I was on shift.” 

Genji doesn’t say anything after that. 

“If...you don’t mind me asking...was it one of those nightmares again?”

Genji looks at you, then shakes his head. 

“It was the storm wasn’t it?” 

He is silent, but you see his eyes flicking back and forth. Slowly, he nods his head. 

“Alright, next time, I’ll remember to tell the doctors to close the window-”

“I can handle it.”

You stare. 

“Genji, you had an anxiety attack, because of the storm?”

Genji scoffs. “So? It happened once, I’ve been fine other times.” 

“Genji, I’ve treated plenty of patients, it doesn’t just happen once, it’s a trigger.” You pause. “I know that you tend to let your mind get the best of you-”

“I let no such thing happen!” He snaps, eyes narrowing. 

You shake your head. “Either way, I’d keep the window closed, at least until the storm has passed.” 

Genji doesn’t reply, even after you pack up your med kit and leave the room. The door shuts, and you let a sigh escape your lips. 

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“The storm?” Angela asks the next morning. You shake off sleep yet again. 

“Yep, figured it was because of it,” You pause. “He asked me to close the window while in the middle of it.”

Angela sighs. “Well, you were right about it being a trigger.” A pause, from her this time. “When his brother attempted to...kill him...I remember it storming heavily.” 

You raise an eyebrow.

“So..” A yawn escapes you. “He’s fine in small storms, but heavier ones he isn’t?” 

Angela shrugs. “I suppose, he will not tell me the specifics. I doubt he ever will,” She sighs. “But, I do not want to pressure him either, I’m glad you were able to help him.”

You shake your head. “Ah, it was nothing really. Better than having to patch up Mcree. Acts like he’s facing the execution block when I ask him what’s wrong.” 

Angela stifles back a laugh. “Since we’re on the topic of Mcree, he and Genji have been getting along fairly well.”

You blink.

“No way, really?”

Angela nods. “Genji surprisingly talks to him, he hasn’t uttered a word to me, unless it's a thank you, or to yes and no questions. You’ve fared a little better is what I hear. But Genji speaks to Mcree in full sentences!”

You smile. “Well that’s good, he’s probably doing a little better if that’s the case.” 

Angela sighs. “I hope so.” 

You slowly get up from the table, stretching. “Well, I’m gonna head to bed, see you tomorrow Angela.”

“Goodnight (Y/N), and sleep well.”

You turn the corner, walking down the hall, waving at a few med-bay regulars before you come to your room. The door slides open, and you fall onto your bed. However, you hear shuffling next to you. 

Your head is picked up before bright green fills your vision, and your eyes widen, nearly falling off the bed. 

It's long, glowing brightly, and...it places a small mushroom into your lap??? 

You give the creature a look before it drifts away, disappearing quickly. Staring at the small mushroom in your lap, you look around the room. You can stay up for twenty more minutes.

You rush down the hall with the mushroom in hand. Carefully not to damage or drop it. You come to the gardens, finding a few cooks gathered. 

“Hey, Bart, look at this!” 

Bart, the tall, large build chef turns to you, peppers in hand. “Ah, what’s that ya got there?” 

“Dunno, it's a mushroom, but I need to know what kind so I can take care of it.” 

You gently hand the mushroom to Bart, who examines it, before giving it a sniff. “Why it’s a button mushroom! Smells fresh too!” 

“Well?”

“Follow me, I’ll help ya plant her!”

The two go into the closet, Bart grabs a small light blue pot, placing it in your hands, as well as a bag of manure. You almost topple over from the weight. You place the manure on the ground and Bart opens the bag, grabbing the cup and scooping manure into it, and placing it inside of the pot. 

The mushroom is planted inside of it. 

You smile softly. “Thanks,”

Bart turns to you as he wipes his hands off on his pants. “Any time,” He pauses. “Where, did you get that anyway? We don’t have a shipment of those coming until next Friday.” 

You shrug, staring at the tiny plant. “Dunno, some weird...green lizard thing gave it to me before I went to bed.” 

“Hm, was it glowing?”

You nod. “Sure was, almost got blinded.”

“Ah, that oughta be Cheeseburger!” 

You blink. “What?” 

“Well, I call them cheeseburger, little devil that thing is. Nobody knows what it is, all it does is steal food and mess with people. It does like to get pet behind the ears though if you can catch it that is.” 

You chuckle lightly. “Then why would it give me a mushroom?”

Bart shrugs. “Maybe it likes you.” 

You turn back to the mushroom.

“Yeah, sure.” 

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A/N: I watched the trailer and WOW i can NOT believe our husband is back! So I am excited to write this fic!

Ikora has asked you to come and meet her and another to discuss the next mission. Little did you know it would be an echo from the past.

Warnings: angst (TONS of it), fluff, and swearing

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You were called to go to meet her to brief you on your next mission. Your Ghost kept going on and on about how the readings of this planet was off, which you took note of also. It was way too odd to not notice the wavelengths.

However, it isn’t the most odd. You have battled many different enemies and how the Light is becoming more and more difficult, powerful, confusing. When fighting the Witch Queen, it wavered you a bit, having to fight the enemies that you never thought of them being able to do the things you could. Even blacking the light for dark uses. You couldn’t say anything sense you can wield it yourself.

Then almost having the second collapse happen to some lunatic that the witch warned you about. The return of the Witness, which led you to a planet called Neomuna a cyberpunk feel of the city, working along with others that called themselves the Cloud Striders. It almost succeeded by one of the pyramids that come about, which wasn’t the first time that you have seen these pyramids.

You have seen it all so it didn’t surprise you about the odd readings. When arriving the planet it was sunny, green, mountains. It was beautiful, until you saw in the distance a purple pyramid shape floating in the air. You bit your lip. “That isn’t good.” Your ghost commented looking over at you.

“Yeah.” You muttered nodding your head, steering your ship to the location.

When approaching you saw Ikora standing in a mouth of a cave, you pulled up having your ghost transport yourself out, landing on the ground. She smiled before showing some nervousness. “Hello Guardian,” She said walking towards the edge. “Glad you can make it.”

“Of course.” You said standing next to you.

“We don’t know what this is,” She said facing the purple mist. “I want you to figure out what it is, you will be having some help of course.” That’s when you heard footsteps. Before you turned to face the footsteps Ikora turned to you. “I’m sorry I didn’t tell you earlier. It was sudden. I was surprised as well.”

You were confused until you turned around. Your heart stopped, you wanted to throw up, you wanted to cry, yell. Cayde. Your ghost looked over at you then Cayde, he wasn’t different looking besides the light blue glow around his eyes and mouth.

“Oh no. There’s nothing I can…I’m sorry.”

His chest had a hole in it. He looked like shit, usually you would give him shit. Tell him that he would need to get some make up to slap on. This time you couldn’t muster a noise, words, nothing. Panic. Pure panic.

“Listen y/n…this ain’t on you.”

You were there when Cayde blamed himself about Andal, you watched him become bitter for a bit. He was also not happy about the fact that he made a bet to be on the Vanguard if Andal died. However, it was because he went and fought Taniks without him. Now this is you, you were going to be like him. Bitter. You can’t loose him.

“We can fix this, we just have to get Sundance pieces. Just please please stay with me.”

You remembered when you saw him after the Tower was taken over on Nessus, you ran to him and hugged him tight. Him chuckling and calling you his dove, due to you being beautiful and at the time innocent. Inside joke. Him tell you to stay with him, up until he knew that we had to meet Zavala and Ikora to fight.

“We will take the Reef by storm.”

Both you and Cayde laughed lowly when dancing on top of the tower, you both heard the towns below play some melodies, after bringing back the Traveller from the Red War. That’s when Cayde told you he loved you. Actually loved you.

“I refuse to bury any more friends.”

You carried him, he should have been heavy but it wasn’t. Your emotions were off, you couldn’t think. Just fuzz. When returning, the cries, gasps it was too much to place him on the bed, covering him with the satin cloth that had the Vanguard symbol.

“Uldren Sov is mine.”

And he was, died from your own hands, with his gun. Ironic. You held the gun looking at Uldren before pulling the trigger. After you did, you stood there for a while, watching the smoke slowly leaving the barrel. Thinking how the smoke was suppose to be your anger and guilt leaving it. But it wasn’t. He wasn’t here.

He is here. You tried to think of you were stuck in the pyramids. One of them. Maybe this is a nightmare, the Queen is torturing, she had to. It’s a spell. A lie. He is dead. He stopped inches away from you. Inches. You could reach out and touch him.

“I will leave you two at it.” Ikora spoke softly before walking up on the ridge.

Cayde carefully looked over you, barely remembering who you are. He knew the feeling when looking at you, knowing you are a Guardian that was under his command. However you were the one he loves. Loves. He didn’t know what to say, didn’t know how to explain.

“You’re dead.” You whispered your helmet barely making the words out.

Cayde chuckled. “I’m kind of hard to kill, you should know that y/n.”

Your ghost floated to him. “Is it really you?” You knew your ghost was making a quick scan before looking shocked. “It’s him.”

Cayde moved around to come to you, you tensed up as he came into your space. He grabbed your chin with his index and thumb. Having you look up at him. “I have been begging the Traveler to come see you again. Pretty sure I annoyed the hell out of it,” You felt the tears prick your eyes. You could feel him. Actually feel him. You focused on how his hand went to your hip and the other cup the side of your cheek. You didn’t even realize how long he was standing there waiting for you to answer. “It’s my hair isn’t it?”

You chuckled and looked down grabbing his hand from your cheek. “I missed you so much.” You voice cracked as you looked back up at him. “You died and I…” You couldn’t finish as memories came back and forth between his death and now.

“I know. I’m so sorry. I wish I could have been here. To be with you. To get out of the damn tower.” Cayde chuckled placing his head on your forehead. “I don’t know how I am here but I am now. We can do this together dove.”

You smiled holding him closer.