General Hcs For The Shimada Bros!

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.

Cayde-6 fanfic request incoming beep beep

Y/N (female) comes back to Cayde-6 after running like 4 raids in a day, absolutely tired, and Cayde just scoops her up, gives her something to eat and takes her somewhere to sleep (possibly dragging Cayde along. He is not escaping the cuddles)

Thank you in advance :)

Thank you so much for the request, anon!!!

Hopefully this is what you had in mind, I had a lot of fun with this one. <3

I Know Places

Cayde-6 x fem!Reader

One Shot.

Description: Okay so this is set in post Red War era before everything goes to shit. Just fluffy stuff. Also you’re a hunter, so, sorry titans/warlocks.

Today wasn’t even supposed to be that bad.

A raid, maybe a round of Gambit if you felt like it.

And of course, after all the shit you’ve been through in the last few months, it was anything but.

One raid turned into four, which were chock full of all kinds of fallen, hive, and cabal that were particularly hell-bent on putting you in the dirt.

Every inch of your body is sore as you exit your ship, grunting as each step you take sends painful shocks running up your legs.

You pull the hood of your cloak off, tugging your helmet off and running your hands through your messy hair.

Your plans for the night consist of eating something as fast as you can and then crashing into bed. That’s before you hear a familiar, very chipper voice behind you.

It’s not that you don’t like him. Quite the opposite. Cayde’s your vanguard, your boss, in simpler terms. Which is exactly why being around him is so hard when you like him as much as you do.

Too much.

You turn around, too tired to force the small off your face that appears when you see him.

“Hey, darlin’!” He calls out to you, jogging to catch up with you. That’s the other issue you have with Cayde-6.

It’s getting difficult to pretend you don’t like it when he flirts with you. Which he does.

A lot.

“Hey, six.” You try to sound at least half awake when you respond, clearly failing when a small laugh bubbles up from his chest.

“Long day?” He asks, toning his voice down a bit. If he was being honest, he was excited to see you.

He always is.

What might seem like some playful flirting to you is so much more to him. He’s just too damn scared to take it further.

Plus, you’re the best guardian this tower’s got. Not the type to date your vanguard.

Cayde curses that fact everyday.

You snap him out of his self-pitying thoughts with an exhausted response.

“You’ve got no idea.” You groan, rubbing the back of your neck.

What he’s thinking right now is how much he misses feeling like you do right now. Exhausted yet satisfied after a long day out there, defending the city, doing what feels like a real job.

Although, he doesn’t say that. He figures it’d probably just piss you off at this point.

Besides, you’ve helped sneak him out of the tower enough times to exempt you from listening to his whining about being cooped up all day.

He still remembers what he always used to do after days like this, it was nice. Relaxing.

Something he thinks you’d like.

He’s taking your hand in his before you can protest, dragging you off to God knows where.

You sigh, trying your best to ignore the shock that runs up your arm when his hand grasps yours.

It feels right.

And yet, you know you can’t let yourself think like this. Think about him like this.

You can’t be more than what you already are. Zavala still scolds the two of you with a less than subtle reminder of your difference in ranking every time he catches the Cayde flirting with you in the hangar.

And you doing it right back.

You used to try to maintain some professionalism at first.

That ended pretty quick.

Since the second you walked into the tower after being revived, you and Cayde have been playing a long lasting game of cat and mouse.

At first it was simple attraction. You’re gorgeous, he noticed, and in his usual fashion, he pursued.

That also ended pretty quick.

It morphed into something different. A sort of comfort you found in eachother. For him, you were everything he missed about being a guardian in a person.

Spontaneous, witty, brave, wild, quick on your feet and quicker with your words.

And for you?

Cayde was a break. A break from feeling like the entirety of the Last City rests on your shoulders.

Since your first day as a guardian, everybody acted like you were supposed to know what you were doing.

Everybody but Cayde.

It was even worse because you’re as good as you are. Once the Vanguard realized they could rely on you, you’ve been their personal work-horse. Any job, any threat, anything at all. You’re the one to call.

But when you’re with Cayde, in the moments like these, you feel like a normal person. At least for a little while.

Whether it’s sneaking out of the tower in the middle of the night or just spending time with him in the hangar, he’s a solace.

He looks at you like more than just a means to an end. The quickest way to get a job done.

He likes you for who you are, not just what you’re capable of.

More than likes you, although, you don’t know that yet.

He quickly leads you through the tower, through some hallways, and onto a high ledge overlooking the courtyard.

And God, it’s beautiful.

The sky is painted a million different shades of orange as the sun sets, casting shadows over the thousands of pine trees that lay under the tower.

You’ve never seen it from this high up, and you follow readily when Cayde beckons you to sit next to him, feet dangling over the edge of the concrete.

You slowly sit down, wincing as your body burns with the movement.

It’s quiet for a little while, a rarity when it comes to Cayde.

He lifts his arm a bit hesitantly, laying it over your shoulders. He rubs your arm slowly, dissipating any chill from the crisp fall air.

“Hell of a view, huh?” His voice is lower than normal as he interrupts the silence.

It might just be your favorite sound.

You slowly loosen up, leaning your head against his shoulder.

“Yeah, it is…thank you.” You whisper back, trying to soak up the moment as much as you can.

Nobody around to watch and point. Gossip about the Vanguard and his favorite hunter.

It’s one of the few times you don’t have to pretend this is nothing.

That all the flirting, the midnight escapades, the dirty jokes he whispers to you during meetings just to see you blush.

It’s all more than what it seems.

And you…

You mean more to him than you could ever really know.

“Course, sweetheart” The petname slips from his mouth so casually, like it’s the most normal thing on the planet.

And really, it is.

The two of you know you love each other. You don’t need to say a word.

“Y’know, you should give yourself a break every once in a while.” He suggests lightly, already knowing what you’ll say in response.

You laugh a bit, shaking your weary head. “I can’t.”

Bingo.

He knows you a little too well.

“What if I order you to?” Cayde nudges you lightly, forcing himself not to close the gap between the two of you when you look up at him.

Your head still rests on his shoulder, and your eyes are illuminated by the moonlight casting down on the two of you.

“I’ll ignore you.” You quip back, a small smirk on your lips.

The sight of you knocks the wind out of him.

You’re beautiful in a way he’s not nearly artful enough to describe.

“I’ll fire you.” He threatens with sarcasm lacing his words.

You really laugh at that one, leaning into his body further. He’s warm, and comfortable, and you’re exhausted.

Plus, you’ll take the excuse to be close to him.

“I’m you’re favorite and we both know it. You could never fire me.” You answer cockily.

You’re right. He already hates being stuck in the tower enough. If you weren’t there to keep him company he’d probably have gone awol by now.

“Yeah…yeah, you are.” He laughs as he speaks, and he means for it to sound like a joke. But, there’s a sincerity there.

One you both know the meaning of.

One you catch even as you drift off to sleep, practically laying on his chest at this point.

And yet, you don’t need to say anything about it. Not now.

Not quite yet.

For now, you can stay like this.

Together, with your wordless agreement that neither of you have to acknowledge that this is more than friendship.

More than a mutual crush, too.

And instead of the entire universe and all it’s problems, you can be his for the night.

A/N: Okay so, I got a little carried away (obviously), but I still hope y’all enjoyed. And thank you once again for the request, anon! After my last series, writing some super fluffy fluffiness is a nice break.

If you guys have any more requests for any characters I write for (you can find the list in my ask box) please drop them in! I really love doing these <3

- di

Movie SonAmyyy

I DON’T KNOW WHAT I WANT FROM MOVIE SONAMY I LOVE EVERYTHING I’VE BEEN SEEING

reverse sonamy:

THIS IS SO CUTE. like. if theres any sonic to be simping over amy it would be movie sonic. and goshhhhh i am SO here for it. i still want amy to have a crush on sonic but it’d be too endearing to have the movie focus on sonic being absolutely confused by these new emotions

this animatic perfectly encapsulates this

oblivious sonic and painfully in love amy:

if you know me at all you’ll know that one of my favorite things about amy is her massive crush on sonic AND ITS THE CUTEST THING IN THE WORLD I WANNA WATCH HER FALL IN LOVE

maybe this is just my excuse to share all the wonderful fan content ive seen (also this was made but one of my wonderful moots pls check her stuff out)

amy and sonic straight up beefing:

IDK THIS IS ALSO VERY ENTERTAINING IMAGINE THEYRE JUST BICKERING 24/7 AND EVERYONE IN THE HOUSE IS JUST DONE WITH THEM

old married couple and theyve just met be fr

it’d feel a lot like boom sonamy which i cant say is my preferred take but would still be fun to watch

sonic tryna be cool:

I mean i don’t think i have to elaborate but he’d be using cheesy pick up lines from the internet frfr

comedy gold right there

YALL IDK IM JSUT SO EXCITED DROP ANY DIFF TAKES IN THE REPLIES OR REBLOGS ID LOVE TO SEE AND I CANT DECIDE WHAT I WANT WHICH I GUESS IS A GOOD THING BC ILL BE HAPPY WITH EITHER

genji dating headcanons

before the younger shimada became a cyborg he was an incorrigible flirt and once the two of you begin dating it begins to show again

he’s thoughtful and almost playful about it. say you mention how pretty some flowers you see are, expect a bouquet of them in your room the next morning.

if you ask him about it, he’ll act aloof.

“hm? you found flowers in your room? is someone trying to take you from me?”

it will take him a while before he will show his dragon to you outside of battle. it’s a display of trust and intimacy to him so don’t be offended if you ask early on and he refuses.

once he does let you have an up close view of his dragon, you may be surprised by how warm and accepting it is of you. genji’s dragon is an extension of him and his feelings so expect it to circle and wrap itself around you.

another milestone in your relationship is when genji reveals his face to you. while he has come to terms with his altered existence, he knows his face is rather marred.

pepper his face with kisses while insisting that he is beautiful and he may tear up.

if you’re an overwatch agent, he tries not to be overly protective of you.

he knows you can take care of yourself and he knows he must focus on the task at hand rather than fuss over you but there are times he can’t help but take out some enemies for you.

if you are in immense danger and need help, he becomes an unstoppable force. he will not show mercy to those who hurt you.

he’ll train with you, although working out is a bit different for him. (personally i headcanon him having a piece of his admdomin, everything below the knee, and an entire arm missing)

zenyatta adores you and is glad his pupil has found love. zenyatta invites you to morning meditation with the two of them!

hanzo won’t admit that he has any thoughts on the matter but he is secretly very glad that genji has someone who makes him so happy.

genji thinks it’s very cute when you kiss his face plate, especially if you kiss his cheek area.

genji isn’t the jealous type but if he hasn’t been able to spend very much time with you for a prolonged amount of time, expect him to sneak into your room and whisk you away on an impromptu excursion for the night.

since genji doesn’t take his mask off often, he opts to keep his hands on you when you are together rather than kiss you (although if you ask him to remove it he’ll gladly oblige). his cold fingers will place themselves on the curve of your spine, interlock your fingers, and just trace shapes on your arms or palms.

he doesn’t really feel cold often but on the off chance he does if you offer him one of your hoodies (even if it’ll be small on him) he will BLUSH and gratefully accept it. it may not do much but the gesture will touch him.

he’s a big fan of kissing your shoulders and collarbones when he removes his mask. he adores it when you kiss his face and chest.

he gives really good massages despite his mostly metal body.

when he makes you blush he may lightly tease you “oh do you have a fever, love? should i go grab mercy?” you’d punch him if he wasn’t covered in metal.

Love is Green Part 3 (Reader x Genji Shimada)

A/N: I just have to say, guys, that I am floored. I didn’t expect anyone to read this or like this. I’m stunned and so honored. I don’t know what to say other than thank you and look out for part 4 soon!

Warnings: swearing and some violence/gore

Words: 2,691

Continua a leggere

conversation that happened on sweet mountain

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

Greetings! I know youve done genji, but have you done smooches from blackwatch!genji?

HI ANON! God, blackwatch genji is so girlfriend and sad, so this is perfect for smooches! Thanks a ton anon, sorry this took so long lol

"You look tired," you said, cupping Genji's face.

"I am tired." he said back, not once looking at you.

"Come to bed with me."

"I can't do that. I'm busy."

You huffed and laid your chin on his desk. Genji was always working and it wasn't even for the better. His eyes were so dark and overall, he looked like he needed a fifty year nap.

You tilted Genji's chin over so he could look at you and his gaze immediately softened.

"What?" he whispered.

"I'm tired."

"Then go to bed."

"Not without you." You sat up and moved the mask away from Genji's mouth. He hated the way his scars looked so much that he his his face even around you.

He tried to put it back on, but you grabbed his hands.

"Genji. We're both tired. Come to bed with me."

He thought about it for a minute looking between you and his computer screen. Finally, he sighed. "Okay." he said, shutting his computer.

You held Genji's hands and nearly dragged him up the stairs feeling just how tired he was due to how he was moving.

You both threw on something comfortable to sleep in and immediately wrapped each other in your arms.

"I love you, Genji." you said before bringing your lips to his.

You pulled away and noticed the huge smile across his face and he held you down on the bed and you both nearly attacked each other with kisses and giggles.

It didn't take long before you passed out in each other's arms.

<3

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🌹Happy Crimson Days🌹

I have been SO excited to share this as it's been finished for many days now. @wrenandthemachine is truly AMAZING and I really can't thank her enough for making this for me. After I described what I wanted for this piece, she sent back a quick sketch and it was as if she'd actually looked into my brain and just plucked the whole thing right out. She also added in a few touches I hadn't thought of that just made it all the more romantic and special. In fact, it even sparked a little ficlet I made to go along with it and, in keeping with the traditional dates Bungie tended to release Crimson Days - once upon a time - I decided to post it today.

Wren, thank you, again. So, SO. much. 🥲🥰🌹

I'd also like to thank @echosong971 for looking over the fic and giving me a thumbs up as well as offering up some great inspiration! 💗

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The Courtyard had been bustling with activity all day. Guardians, their armor adorned in every shade of red, white, and pink, went running and bouncing about across the open space among the waves of fragrant and intricately arranged plumes of roses decorating every square inch of the Tower possible - some even strung together to form tiers of garland draped over edges and delicately hung about railings. Red silken petals fell from the blue sky above, landing all around like delicate snowflakes, only to slowly fade once they touched the concrete walkways and platforms then reform once again above, slowly descending all over again. A trick of technology, but romantic and fantastical nonetheless.

Even the Ghosts were getting in on the festivities, wearing special shells - some shaped like hearts, some, like their Guardians, awash in pinks, reds, whites and styles of every kind, but all a reflection of love. Many were even showing off endearing projections just for the occasion and all of them would go buzzing about and twirling through the air, chirping and giddy around fellow Ghosts and just as happy as their Guardians to have this time to reflect on something joyous and warm - something special: A bond that could never be broken, even as the Darkness continued to encroach on the Light.

As evening approached, and more and more Guardians began returning after a day of festivities and Crucible matches, a low, soft hum seemed to settle over the Tower. Tiny lights began to glow all around, some nestled in and about the roses, creating a warm and intimate candlelit atmosphere. People grew quieter, the sky took on a pinkish purple hue all around the Traveler, and, gradually, those who’d found a special someone paired off to share a meal or drinks, or a little something more, while others gathered with friends, deciding to head into the City to the Cantinas to celebrate their friendships.

And me? I headed up a stairway leading to a balcony that overlooked the City. There, an all too familiar figure, his back to me, was casually leaning over the railing, gazing out beyond the bustle and activity below - out beyond the wall to the Wilderness and the first twinkling stars above. A soft wind blew in from the East, lifting his cloak ever so slightly, the tattered tails dancing at the backs of his calves. I smiled and walked over to him, leaning onto the railing next to him.

“Quite a sight, isn’t it?” I murmured.

“Always is,” he replied, not even turning his head to look at me, the edges of his hood hiding his face. “Never get tired of it, though.”

“Me either,” I softly smiled. “You waiting here for someone?” I asked.

“My wife,” he told me. “Thought I’d surprise her. Take her out to dinner someplace special. Someplace really romantic. Totally wow her. Maybe even get lucky later.”

I grinned, holding my bottom lip between my teeth to stifle a laugh, even as I continued to look out at the City. The lights were beginning to glow brighter as the sun started to fully set, the warm hues in the sky growing richer as they grew darker. Celebratory music could be heard rising up from below and off in the distance, fiery red heart-shaped lanterns began to float up toward the Traveler.

It was beautiful.

“So, where is she?” I asked him.

He sighed. “Oh … she’s got this habit of trynna save the world,” he dramatically lamented, waving his hand out over the City. “Damned annoying if ya ask me,” he added, making me smile again.

“Trying to save the world sounds like a pretty big task. Good thing she’s got you around to keep her spirits up for something so monumental.”

“I know, right?” He all too readily agreed, his tone lifting with pride. “I should get a medal!”

I couldn’t help it, I laughed softly, breaking character, and looked over at him just as he finally turned his head to look at me. His azure faceplates glistening with the reflections of the warm yellow-orange lights all around us, making them take on a shimmering, greenish hue.

So beautiful.

His blue eyes though, they never changed. The optics were like deep pools of water, soft and adoring as they cascaded over the features of my face, as if he were seeing me for the first time again and wanted to memorize each and every facet, a tender smile forming on his lips.

“Sorry I’m late,” I murmured.

“Eh,” he grunted, giving a dismissive wave of his hand. “Figured you would be. Damned Hive are so inconsiderate when it comes to other people’s plans.”

“The absolute worst. I think I’m going to complain to their boss next time,” I nodded, and we both laughed before a comfortable silence settled around us again.

“I got somethin’ for ya,” he whispered and I looked over at him as he reached behind himself and under his cloak, carefully revealing a single red rose he’d had hidden there. It was in full bloom, its plump petals like red velvet - rich and decadent. He turned and took a step closer to me, and I watched as he lifted the rose to my forehead. As soon as the petals touched my skin I sighed and smiled, my eyes closing of their own volition, the light, pleasantly soft tickle of the flower trailing down over the curves and dips of my features, slowly moving lower and lower, eliciting goosebumps all over my body, my heart skipping a beat. As the petals brushed over the tip of my nose he paused, giving me a moment to breathe in the delicious warm scent, the fragrance like fresh raspberries in the sun - sensual and delicious. I slowly licked my lips and sighed, wiggling my toes inside my boots to stave off the desire to just rip his armor off right here. As If he knew exactly what I was thinking, a heady chuckle rose from his throat and he moved on, tracing the outline of my lips, then down over my chin and further still, down along the side of my neck, teasing the senistive skin until he reached the collar of my armor.

Just as the sensation of the petals faded away, warm, yet giving metal touch my lips, lovingly pressing against them with practiced tenderness. The heat of his body made the light sprinkle of the musky cologne he’d put on earlier that day waft all around me, making my breath hitch with even greater excitement. I let a tiny moan escape me, opening my mouth to him, blindly sliding my hands up over the leather padded armor of his chest and shoulders, then up around the back of his neck, cradling the back of his head through his hood. His lips parted, and I beckoningly lapped at the underside of his upper lip, drawing him in further, hearing and feeling a low rumble from deep in his throat as it vibrated through him. A strong arm curled around my waist, pulling me into him possessively, the gentle kiss becoming more heated, more passionate, and more and more intense and needy as we playfully and eagerly gasped into each others mouths and teased and nipped at each other’s lips before we barely managed to pull ourselves back, panting and gazing into each others eyes.

“Wow,” I sighed, catching my breath, feeling how cool the air suddenly seemed on my flushed cheeks. “Really missed me today, didn’t you, handsome?” I asked, sliding my hands back down to rest on his chest and maybe just maintain some balance as I felt a bit weak in the knees.

“I always do,” he murmured, his eyes half-lidded. Even though his armor, I could feel his heart racing under my palms.

“Maybe we should order in instead,” I purred, holding my bottom lip between my teeth as I gave him a wanton and predatory gaze.

He arched a sharp eyebrow at me before returning the look, winking. “Maybe.”

I grinned and pressed back against him, hugging him as close as my heavy armor would allow, tucking my head under his jaw with another contented sigh. Both his arms were around me in an instant, hugging me right back, swaying us slowly to some unknown melody in the air.

The day had been long and grueling. He’d had official duties he’d had to see to here and hadn’t been able to join me.

That hadn’t stopped him, though.

From the moment I’d left this morning until I returned to the Hanger not too long ago, he’d been on the comms with me, chatting and joking with me, throwing biting witticisms at our enemies as if he were right there beside me.

I never once felt alone.

Still, through it all, and even with his giddy baritone ringing in my ears, all I could think was there was nowhere else in all creation I’d wanted to be than in his arms.

When we finally and reluctantly eased back from one another, he handed the rose to me with a smile and dotingly tucked a few strands of unruly hair, mussed from my helmet and the gentle winds, back behind my ear, then kissed my forehead. I smiled again and sniffed at the rose once more, the scent intoxicatingly sweet. He quietly chuckled and I grinned, then wrapped my arm around his left bicep, holding onto him as we both turned together and leaned back over the railing, gazing down at the City.

I curled in closer to his side and rested my head on his shoulder. “I love you, you know that?” I whispered.

I felt him tilt his head to rest against mine. “I love you, too,” he whispered back, laying his free hand over the one I had holding the rose.

“Happy Crimson Days, Ais.”

“Happy Crimson Days, Cayde.”

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