First Snow: A Blackwatch!Genji X Reader SFW Story

gently hands you Cayde x Fem!YW for star gazing

here you go, anon, thank you for the request :) hope you like it and hope i captured cayde as well as you like him! :)

i'm going to motivate myself to write some 500 or so word ficlets, using this lovely prompt list. this collection will featuring various destiny ships and friendships :) if you want to see a particular ship for a particular prompt, feel free to send me an ask! It all happens in November - NaNoWriMo Mini Edition 2022 AO3 p.s. skipped prompts 3 and 5 for the time being, but they are in the works :)

6. Stargazing

You never quite forget the beauty of stars as you travel through space on a daily basis. They shine and glow a myriad of colours, and they are dead and reborn every time you as much as blink. But it is possible to forget to take a minute or two to pause and to watch as a whole realm of them expands across the night sky, comets crossing the dark expanse and stars lining up in constellations.

Two figures are seated on a mossy overlook, a grand view open in front of them, the Milky Way in all its glory. Each takes in the view and breathes in the cold nightly air. Every now and then one raises their arm, a dark shadow against the sky, pointing out something unreachable.

“Thousands of years, and we see the same stars they used to watch in the good ole days. I don’t know if it’s daunting or impressive. Kinda both.”

The Guardian looks at Cayde whose blue eyes glow slightly in the dark of the night as he speaks. 

“I guess this is how it all started out?” she says thoughtfully, pulling up her legs against her chest.

“Huh?”

“When people started watching the stars and eventually it led us to other planets, and then - the Traveler.”

“Wait, wait, wait, I have a better idea. They find the Traveler, then the Darkness also watches the stars and finds us, then Eliksni, Cabal, am I forgetting anyone?”

The Guardian scoffs, laughing.

“How is this a better idea?”

“I’m not done yet! So, there is also the Hive, all of them watching the stars. But it doesn’t matter, because in the end–”

Cayde pauses, looking at her with a sudden turn of his head, thoughts swirling in his gaze before he turns to look back to the sky.

“In the end?”

“In the end, it doesn’t matter, because you and I beat them. And there is no one that can really stop us. Well, maybe an extra spicy ramen, but that would be only a delay.”

The Guardian looks at Cayde, smiling still. She bites on her lip and bumps against his side lightly.

“Is that all you really meant to say?”

His fingers fidget slightly, and she keeps on smiling, pleased with the way she can coax him into becoming… mushy. Which is surprisingly easy, knowing the right words.

“No, but if I say it, I’m going to blush, and we can’t have that.”

She leans her head against his shoulder, watching the stars.

“There, I’m not looking now. You can say it.”

She feels his cool hand slip into hers, and his exo-fingers wrap around hers almost softly.

“In the end, it doesn’t matter, because the stars lead to me meeting you.”

The Guardian closes her eyes. She takes a moment to savour those words, to remember their echo in her head.

“Can I look now?”

“Absolutely not,” he responds quietly as she presses closer against his side, their hands never apart.

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.

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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.

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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.”

Hands tell a story- a brief look into the subtle moments of Shadow and Maria’s familia bond

You know what really fucks me up in this movie

Shadow and Maria and how they show their comfort and love through hand holding. What does Maria do when she first meets shadow extends a hand out to show him she’s friendly and just wants to be his friend. Show him that they are equals.

What does Maria do when shadow is doubting his existence and whether he’s just a monster like GUN treats him as? She holds his hand to make him feel better, to show him he isn’t a monster. Because a monster wouldn’t hold her hand back. She’s trying to ground him to what is important. That she sees him for who he is. A little brother, a boy.

and when GUN does try to take him from her. He holds onto her hand so tightly. He’s so scared to be separated from her. Because he can’t and won’t leave without her. He’s trying to make sure they are both safe and not to far away from each other

But then… the explosion happens and he is forced to let go. The one time he let’s go of her hand, Maria is gone. No matter how tightly, how hard he tried to keep her with him. Gun took her away. Leaving him lonely, afraid and heartbroken. The one person he saw as his family, the only good thing in his life was ripped away.

Leaving Shadow to reach out… to nothing. He’s hoping she’s still there. Because she was always there. She always was there to hold his hand. She was always there to show him the love he thought he didn’t deserve. The one time he initiates reaching for her…. She’s dead.

Leaving him with just the memory of her light.

Rainy morning at home base.

Its not even something you can recognize at first. You don't know you're awake but you don't know you're asleep. Everything is soft and blurry to your senses half-awake. Your hand out on Hazard's chest, head over his arm. You had a blanket over you at some point- you think it's around your waist and legs now. You want to move and check, but that would blow away the warm fuzziness all over your body. You're halfway between real life and dreamland, and excited to go back after all.

The rain on the window above you is just loud enough to be heard over the hum of the room's air conditioning and the shuffling of early birds further out in the base. Life continues to live, but soft and muted. Rain gives soft dribbles against the wall and the occasional sharp tick against the glass. Somebody cheers in the mainroom, a car horn honks briefly. Your eyes struggle to stay open as thunder rumbles high in the atmosphere. All the white noise keeps you pleasantly numb, mind stimulated but nothing to force it awake and processing.

Hazard shuffles, a slight up and down of his shoulders. You feel the cot beneath you move, and idly move your hand. Fingers splay weakly along his chest- a partial attempt at soothing some nonexistent worry. His turn to hum, now. Even with only one arm on, he easily manages to roll you into him, arm folded up along your shoulders. He curls into you like he's clutching a stuffed animal. The temperature shift is immediate, and your eyes fall shut as the chill of the rain is washed away by the heat radiating off your lovers body.

Your face presses against him, forehead to the patchy chest hair that can grow through his various scars. Your ankles would never be able to reach his, but they can meet the end of his thighs- metal hydraulics removed for the sake of your bed sheet. He's here. You're here. It smells like Hazard- his natural odor and remnants of sweat and oil from his body mods. He hasn't needed to use his chalk, right. Because he's in bed. He's asleep, faint rumbling sinus snore as he holds you. And you're warm and safe in his arms- already asleep again before you know.

Soldier 76 headcanons

//I wish I had followers but oh well, gotta start somewhere//

- Is usually busy but makes up for his time away with sweet gifts and souveniers from his missions

- isn’t too big on PDA

- He doesn’t show it but it’s pretty easy to get him riled up or bothered (wink wonk) ;)

- Gets self conscious sometimes because of his age

- This worsens when with you in public, poor guy

- Lowkey super sweet

- Likes to give soft little kisses all over your face and arms

- His favourite place to kiss is your forehead because of his height

- This man adores you in his jacket even if he pretends to be annoyed that you stole it

- Isn’t the best at nicknames

- uses generic ones like babe, sweety, honey if your married

Megatron 2.0 (Galvatron): I am you! I am what you are, what you were and what you always will be! You can never escape from Unicron! No matter how many times that you try to redeem yourself, no matter how many friends you have. You will always be…a monster! 😈

Megatron: No…NOOOO!!!! AAagh!!! *breaks his evil reflection in the mirror, causing it to shatter* I’m not…I’m not! *sob* 😞

June Darby: Megatron? Are you okay? 😟

Megatron: *gasp!* June! You scared me. 😳

June Darby: Who were you talking to? 😕

Megatron: N-Nobody! Please, mind the glass. I don’t wanna get blamed if you got yourself hurt because of the mirror I just shattered. *embarrassed* 😬

June Darby: How can I help you? You know, if you ever need some helpful advice or some help, let me know and Ratchet and I will help you. 😧

On The Nature Of Light

“The Light...well, it's a funny thing.

It's unique to each Guardian, the draw of their Light. No two energies are the same. That's why I could pick my brother out from a sea of Stormcallers if I really wanted to show off. I know the crackle of his Arc and the buzz of his Light like I know the weight of his presence, the shape in which he takes up space—it's a signature so electric and so uniquely him. I know it so well that it surprises me when people don't notice him.

But apparently, there's even more to this story. Somethin' I just found out.

See, you spend time with someone for long enough, be intimate with them long enough, and somethin' real funny happens with your Light:

It leaves traces. Imprints.

I go up to my partner and I can feel it. Within the smolderin' furnace of Solar Light radiating from his body, I sense it. It curls through his systems and courses through his mechanical body—a slithering line of Void tanglin' with his Light. It's small, yet its draw is strong. Potent. Heavy. I can feel its presence in my chest like how I feel the snap of a tether when it breaks; it's intrinsic and second-nature, as natural as breathing. I can feel the way his flames interact with it. Instead of swallowin' it, they merely embrace it, envelop it, accept it as if it were one with him.

I found myself wonderin' if he feels it too, that piece of me within him. I wonder if he can feel the mark I've left on what is the closest thing to a soul we have.

Then, I wonder if he's marked me.

I found that if I close my eyes and focus real hard, I can sense it. I can sense the roaring flame within the empty expanse of my Void Light, flickering so brightly within the abyss, refusing to be devoured. Yet the gaping darkness merely cradles it, holds it, kindles it so that it burns for the rest of time.

I can feel the spark of his Light burnin' bright in my chest, warming me from the tips of my toes to the top of my head. I feel the imprint he's left on me, the piece of him I carry with me everywhere I go.

I feel the marks our Lights have left on each other.

And I smile.”

- from the journals of Echo-3

Nice Question. My favorite of all is obviously Beauty and the Beast. 😊

Most Romantic Disney Movie?

Asking for opinions for... REASONS. But what Disney movie (I’m talking original animated) do people think is the most romantic one out there?

Romantic HC for Reaper!!

Reaper Fluff Headcanons

Reaper/Gabriel Reyes x Reader

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Alright! It’s been a while since I’ve written for Overwatch characters so bare with me! It wasn’t specified what part of Gabe’s little timeline to do so I'm going to try a little bit of both Blackwatch and Talon era. I hope you enjoy this my beautiful requester of mine!

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Blackwatch/Gabriel Reyes

Okay, to start off, I picture Gabriel to be a lot more verbally affectionate with his lover than he would be as Reaper though I think that this is agreeable from nearly every point of view. 

His favorite thing to do when waking up to start the day is tell you how much he loves you as you awaken as well. And if you’re already awake, it’ll be the first thing he says the moment he lays eyes on you.

Whispering sweet nothings to you when its just the two of you alone is a fun little hobby he’s picked up (bonus points if it pulls a blush from you). This goes for any occasion, including when you two are having a sweet moment together, having a more intimate moment together, or when you need to be cheered up in anyway.

That being said, this doesn’t exclude physical love as well, seeing as this is his personal favorite way to show affection. 

It’s actually his go to way of showing he’s sorry if an argument occurs of if a recent risky mission had scared you and made you worry for his safety.

Gabriel is a big dude, so carrying you or just holding you to his frame isn’t a problem for him. Most of the time, you don’t mind it either. Being in his hold makes you feel safe.

Whenever you two cuddle, Gabe is always the big spoon. This is mostly cause his height and build make it almost impossible to be the little spoon for him. As stated before, you do not mind. Being so close in such a secure hold makes it easy for you to fall asleep snuggled against his chest in complete comfort.

Gabe is more likely to do and/or say something more cheesy in your relationship around this time and before his Blackwatch days if you have been together that long. Something like the arm around the shoulders as part of a stretch and a yawn act, kissing you in the rain when you get caught in it on the way back from taking a stroll around town, and other cheesy things you see in movies like that. Yes, this includes cheesy pickup lines and puns.

Talon/Reaper

Gabe is definitely more reserved after the explosion than he was before it. This mostly stems from the experiments that Moira had done on him and what he had become as a result of them. He doesn’t want to scare you or hurt you. You’re the last thing he has that is oh so precious to him.

To say the least, it takes a hell of a lot of reassurance to convince him to open up to you and show how he really feels. 

He’s rarely verbal to you when it comes to affection. Physical affection takes full affect here. You’ll have to notice the little things a lot more than you usually would have in order to realize he is showing his love. This ranges from small touches and remembering to do little things for you each morning to gentle embraces when the two of you are alone.

He’s usually up and gone for his ‘work’ before you wake up, but he always makes sure certain things are done for you so you don’t have to bother with them when you finally awaken. Things like having the morning coffee ready and leaving little non-written reminders in certain places. For example, if you have an appointment that day, he’ll place whatever you usually write your events (like a booklet or calendar) on the counter top for you to see whenever you get coffee that morning.

Unless you’re in Talon already, he does his best to keep you separate from his work entirely. This pairs up with not wanting you to get hurt. You’re all that he has left in his miserable existence and he doesn’t plan on loosing you so soon.

If you are in Talon, he keeps a close eye on you at almost all times. This especially applies if you are on a mission together. You are the only thing he’d ever put above an operation if need be.

If you are ever harmed during a mission, he is usually the one to patch up your wounds in private. Yes, it would be more efficient if Moira or whatever other healer on their team patches you up, but he prefers to be the one to do it as a simple way to spend more time with you. Not that he’d ever admit that to anyone else except for you.

If you were apart of Overwatch/are currently apart of Overwatch, things would be a bit iffy for him in the beginning. What if you were just getting close to him to bring him in? Reassurance is needed here once again and a lot of it.

He would show up to kill you after trying to convince himself that you are trying to deceive him and that he needed to kill all members of Overwatch as originally planned, but wouldn’t be able to pull the trigger when he got face to face. He curses himself for the feelings he felt for you in that moment but he never regrets it to this day when he holds you close as the two of you fall asleep.

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Aaand done! I stayed up at almost 11pm to write these while listening to 80s and 90s songs💃✨ Enjoy!