Kindred | Genji Shimada X Gn!reader

“Meet me at the bar. I’m buying.”

Dating Blackwatch!Genji Would Include...

these are my personal headcanons for my boy so if any of these are insane, you know why lol // this is also kinda long so I’m putting some under the line

to start things off, he is literally the angriest man alive so like be prepared

tbh he’s probably not ready for a relationship at first, you’ll have to be very patient with him

his brother just tried to kill him after all so family issues are also going to be a main dilemma for him

you’re going to have to be the most patient person because genji is going through a lot of internal conflicts at this point and he’s just consumed with rage and confusion and revenge

this is also why zenyatta is able to whisk him away so easily and turn him into the lovely cyborg ninja dude we all know and love today

Continua a leggere

My entry for @d2artevents’s Solar Embrace Zine!

I think it is only fitting for me to paint something more laid back and featuring fireflies and a lovable space cowboy and his Ghost.

Also I was listening to a lot of Ori music. lol

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!

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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)

You seem nice. I'd hate to kill you.

the pale heart ; cayde's stashes

'and I'm not big on goodbye scenes. so you do… what you gotta do. make it out alive, ok? i need someone who gets my jokes.'

Genji’s Dragon

A commission done for @adorkableaud

Prompt:  Genji’s dragon really loves to hang out with s/o. s/o and Genji are not yet in an established relationship and they both are shy about their feelings for each other.

Word count: 2048

You sat by yourself in a large windowsill, quietly enjoying a book as gentle rays of sunshine beamed through the glass to give you warmth. The day was a bit overcast, but there was just enough sunlight to keep you comfortable.

While invested in your story, you feel an odd warmth gather in your lap. Keeping your eyes on your book, you hesitantly reach down with one hand to feel what’s going on down there. You feel… scales… and a long, serpentine body. Is that a snake!?

You fall out of the windowsill with a shriek. Luckily, you weren’t too far from the ground so you don’t get hurt too bad, but now your head was whipping around looking for the spooky scary snake that dared snuggle up to you. You were confused to find no such thing sitting around you, but as soon as you looked up, you see a wispy green dragon floating in the air mere inches from your nose. You let out a shriek and cover your eyes as a defensive reflex. Staying still for a few moments, you start to think you may just be hallucinating, but you feel a gentle warmth touch one of your hands. Something akin to a lick, you think.

Slowly, you lower your hands from your face and see the dragon is still there. It lets out a frustrated chuff before snuggling up to your cheek, gently wrapping around your neck, and resting its head on your shoulder so it could take a little nap.

Well, it would appear this creature didn’t mean you any harm, but you were still incredibly weirded out by this situation. Where did this dragon come from? Why does it want to sleep on you? Wait, dragons are real? So many questions ran through your mind, you almost didn’t notice when Genji showed up. You spotted his feet in your peripheral vision and looked up to see a rather confused ninja.

“Oh! Genji!” you say, startled.  “Sorry, sorry. I was reading but then I fell and now I’m… here…”

With embarrassment clear on your face, you get back up on your feet and try to avoid eye contact with Genji. Since the moment you first saw him, you have had quite the crush on him. Even when you mistook him for an omnic at first, you wished he would be yours. Of course you’d be caught in such an embarrassing position in front of your dream man…

“So, um, what brings you here? I don’t usually see too many agents in this corner of the Watchpoint.”

“I’m… actually not too sure,” Genji responds, as if in thought. “I just felt like coming here. Like some instinctual pull brought me—“

Just then, the little dragon wrapped around your neck perked its head up and let out a defensive little snarl at Genji, to which Genji took a step back and yelped in surprise… which then made you yelp out of fear.

“What is that doing here?” Genji asked, pointing at the dragon. His visor hid his face, but from his voice you could tell he was completely flabbergasted about all this.

“Oh! It uh, just kind of showed up? That’s actually why I was on the floor. It scared me. Thought it was a snake… Heh, do you know anything about this?”

Now that you mention it, you began to recall Genji having something very similar—

“That’s my dragon!” Genji nearly shrieked. It almost sounded like he was embarrassed about something, but you couldn’t think of anything that could possibly cause him to feel that way.

“Yours? Oh, you mean that glowy dragon that appears when you do your… sword thing? I didn’t think it was… sentient.”

Genji held his hand out toward you and the dragon let out a little growl before begrudgingly uncurling from your neck and twirling around his arm. In an instant, the dragon vanished on a poof of green smoke and it was as if the creature had never been there to begin with.

“It is, somewhat,” Genji said with a sigh. “Most of his behaviors are derived from my own personality and mood. I didn’t even notice it had emerged, let alone left me. I’m sorry it frightened you. I’ll be sure to keep better control over it.”

Now you were feeling a little bad. You didn’t want him to feel so self-conscious about this.

“No, no,” you assure him. “It’s not that big a deal. Now that I know what it is, I wouldn’t mind having it show up again! It was actually kind of warm as it rested on me. Kind of like a long cat.”

You could feel the color flushing in your cheeks as you began to realize how silly you sounded. How dare you describe Genji’s cherished dragon like that? That’s one way to ruin your chances with the guy you crushed on.

Yet, it seemed he did not take offense. Instead, Genji let out a little chortle and nodded his head in agreement.

“It is sort of like a cat, isn’t it? That just means it gets into more trouble than it should. But, if you really don’t mind, I suppose it’s alright. If only I knew what drew it to you in the first place.”

Oh, but he knew. He knew all too well but was too afraid to admit it. Just like you had fallen so hard for him, Genji had fallen just as hard for you if not harder. It would seem now his desires are finally starting to become too much for him and his dragon thought it would be best to take action. Sadly, Genji didn’t think you’d be willing to go out with him. Despite his time with Zenyatta, he is still somewhat concerned with his appearance and feels in his current state, he in unlovable—at least not in the intimate sense. He can make friends and close companions just fine, but to take on a lover? It was impossible, or so he thought.

With that, Genji simply gave you a little wave and left you alone. But, even with him gone, you swore you could still feel his presence deep within your chest.

That night, Genji dreamed of holding you in his arms. He wanted to squeeze you tight, kiss you hard, and make you all his. Of course, that was just a dream, but come morning, you woke up to find Genji’s dragon had returned. The glowing green serpent was curled into a little ball on your stomach, much like how a cat curls up. Does this thing even know it’s reptilian? Regardless, you found it pretty cute, even if its presence did give you a bit of a start when you woke up. You reach out and gently stroke the dragon’s cute little head, then rub down along its back. The dragon lets out a pleased purr and presses against your hand for more affection.

However, this contact must have sent a jolt through the dragon, because as soon as you started petting it, Genji launched up from his bed with a gasp and instantly knew his dragon had wandered off again. He was correct in assuming his dragon had gone to be with you again. Damn, it was too early for this…

Genji felt himself being consumed by an addictive warmth. It was something that made his heart pound out of his chest and he silently cursed his dragon as he simmered in jealousy. He needed to get his dragon back, but most importantly, he needed to see you.

Genji got himself out of bed and rushed to put himself together. It was as if every moment apart from you left him more and more antsy. Once he looked decent, he rushed out of his room and simply followed the compass in his heart to find where you and his dragon were hiding. It was likely you were still in your room given the early hour, so he hoped he wouldn’t be waking you up or anything.

You remained in your bed, gazing at the dragon with loving eyes as you lazily stroked its limp body. It had become so relaxed under your touch it was basically a limp noodle by now. After what felt like a good hour, you hear a gentle knock on your door that still managed to make you turn stiff with surprise. Then, as much as you didn’t want to, you carefully got yourself out of bed and pulled the dragon off of you. The spirit was not pleased in the slightest, but allowed it for it knew who was at the door.

You open it to see Genji standing there. Of course, you think to yourself. You grab the dragon out of the air with a mastery that gave Genji a shock. You had only known the dragon for less than a day and you already handled it so well! It was good to see you were quickly establishing such a good connection.

You hold the dragon out to Genji and he shyly takes it back. The dragon dissipates as he makes contact with it.

“Heh… Sorry again. It would seem my dragon is quite fond of you.”

You smile just a bit in your still sleepy state, picking up on the adorable shyness in Genji’s voice.

“Well, I think I’m becoming quite fond of your dragon as well,” you reply.

The ninja perks up just a bit at this. He couldn’t tell if that tone you were using was flirty or not, but he considered it to be enough to make a move. A very subtle move, he hopes.

He inquires, “Is that so? Perhaps we could, I don’t know, arrange a meeting time of sorts? Just a time for us to hang out so you can spend some time with my dragon. I mean— at least then maybe the darn thing would stop running off like this. It’s much more bothersome than it lets on.”

You had a sneaking suspicion that this may or may not be Genji asking you out on a date. You really really hoped that was the case. Your heart swelled and you internally screamed at the thought of it, but you didn’t want to get your hopes up too high either. You figured it would be best to play it safe, but that doesn’t mean you won’t be totally relishing in this opportunity.

“I think that sounds lovely,” you say after pretending to think it over for a moment. “I’d love to spend more time with that sweet dragon of yours! Oh—and you too, I guess.”

With a coy little wink, you tell him he can text you whenever he is in the mood to hang and the two of you can just work it out from there. Then, you shut the door and flop back onto your bed to try and get some more sleep, but you just can’t. You’re too busy rolling around and screaming into your pillow. A date with Genji! Well, not a date exactly. But still! A DATE WITH GENJI!

Meanwhile, Genji has a silent celebration of his own on the other side of your door, pumping his fists into the air and letting out soft, whispered “yesssss”s under his breath. Looks like that whole “get a date through your pet” also applies to ancient spirit dragons. Even his dragon emerges once again to twirl around his head and let out a few excited chuffs and rub up against Genji’s face plate with glee.

Still, the dragon’s plan to break the ice has worked, but it thinks it still needs to help Genji, at least until they get married. The dragon ceases its celebration to look back at your door, then glance at Genji.

“Don’t you dare,” Genji whispers angrily and gestures for the dragon to return to him, but nope. The dragon reveals a mischievous toothy grin and phases through the door to snuggle up to you again.

Genji whines and slowly sinks down to the floor with his head in his hands. His descent is accompanied by a long “noooooooooooooo” until he hits the floor. This was so embarrassing. He wishes he could put a leash on that thing.

Genji x GN! Reader

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“(Y/N)…! Dr. Ziegler is looking for you! It’s urgent!” It was a nurse who barged into your room that let night. And even despite how late it was, you remained awake, studying your notes and using coffee to stay awake. You were a student of Swiss Doctor Angela Ziegler, learning how to preform medicine the way she does. It was something that had always fascinated you and to finally be able to work at her side was a dream come true.

You weren’t expecting the nurse to come to you so urgently. Usually if Angela needed something from you, she would call you up or tell you before hand when she needed something done. It was odd… and that’s how you know that it was actually urgent. You were quick to get to your feet, tugging on your lab coat on the way after grabbing it from the back of your desk chair on the way out. As you neared the room your mentor was in, the heavy smell of iron hung in the air. You took up a medical mask on the way in, figuring there must be an injured patient inside. A very injured one by the sound of it.

That struck a nervous cord within you. You were a trainee and haven’t worked on any big operations yet. You haven’t even practiced the procedures before. Then again, this must’ve been sudden for Angela too. And she called you for help! So without a second to waste, you turned to walk in the door only to be left frozen in a small state of shock. What had even happened?

The man was bloodied up bad, wounds covering his body. Correction, what was left of it. He was missing over 50% of his body. The only thing left was his torso, his neck and head, and his left arm. Everything else was just gone! “(Y/N)! We need to stop the bleeding!” Angela urged, quickly passing you a pair of gloves as she rushed to your side and back to get anything and everything she could to stop all of the blood.

It was then you realized the heart monitors. He was still alive? I guess the anesthesia and the morphine was helping with this- with the addition of blood transfusions- but still! How hasn’t he died from the blood loss? That must be why Angela is rushing. If there was a chance to save his life then you too would take that chance along side her teacher. You quickly slipped on the gloves and got to work along side the Swiss Doctor, doing quick work of patching up whatever was needed to be patched up.

This process took hours. Many, many long hours. But when you two were done, you got the moment to relax. The sun had came up a couple of hours ago and the both of you were running on little sleep. However, you two couldn’t sleep just yet. You had to complete the operation. You turned to Angela who threw off her gloves into the trash can and moved to the phone hanging on the wall. It sounds like she’s calling the mechanics downstairs. Did she plan to have prosthetics made?

You began to pull off your own gloves and throw them away, allowing your mind to drift into thought. Who was this man? How did he end up like this? Who caused it? What caused it? How was he brought here? How is he still alive? That last one can be answered easily. A damn miracle. He shouldn’t even be alive and shouldn’t have been when he first got here. And yet somehow, that heart monitor continues to steadily beat to its own slow rhythm.

You haven’t even been given the chance to read the records yet, though I guess now would be the time now that everything was stabilized. You straightened your coat and turned to the tablet on the counter and turned it on. It was what the doctors here used to log the patients information and their condition. Any reason they are here or any medical information on them were in the files in the system. You looked at what Angela managed to get down before she had to rush to start the operation. There wasn’t a name on here yet. There was an estimated height and eight based on what’s left of his body. Blood type as well. And then finally there was a synopsis on his current situation.

“(Y/N)? I’m going to order us a coffee to help us stay awake. The mechanics downstairs are making the parts and will ship them up here as soon as possible.” Angela spoke as she placed the phone on its hook. You carefully sat the tablet down and looked to her. “Thank you, Angelia.” A half smile tugged to your lips for only a moment before it fell as you looked to the patient. “Who brought him in here?” You spoke your curiosities out loud before looking back to Angela.

“Our Blackwatch team found him like that on a mission. They were surprised that he was alive just as we were. But I think he’ll pull through, believe it or not. With him stabilized, all we have to do is put the prosthetics in place. Then we can take him off of the anesthesia.” Angela concluded a more simplified version of their plans, though you understood every bit of it. Your training allowed you to know the specifics without being told them. “I want you to coach him through his recovery.” You froze a moment. “Me?”

Angela gave a reassuring smile. “If you are okay with it. I figured it could be another task to help you in your training and to use the skills you already know. Improve whatever you can do you can get better.” You never guided someone through recovery before. It was always Angela or some other senior doctors. But you? A trainee? It made you a bit anxious. However, she was right. It really would held you get better. A sigh left your lips, rubbing your arm. “I’ll give it a try.” Angela placed a hand on your shoulder before checking the time. “Don’t stress. You’ll do great. I’ll go get the coffee.” She patted your shoulder before exiting the room, leaving you and the patient alone.

Angela would return with the coffee a few minutes later, the two of you chatting while you enjoyed the refreshing beverage. It would be a few hours until the parts get delivered to you two, coming in boxes with labels on them. With your empty mugs discarded to the side of the counter, the two of you immediately got to work. You started with the torso and worked outwards, adding the legs and then the arm as you went along. The hard part was connecting the robotic parts to his real body to make sure everything functioned properly on command. Each wire and nerve had to be connected properly or else it may not work.

That process was even longer than the first due to having to put together the individual parts. Screwing in the bolts and fitting in the wires properly so the joints moved smoothly was the goal and hopefully, when he awakens, it’ll be exactly what they achieved. “Alright. This is where I part. I have to go tend to other patients.” Angela spoke as she handed you the tablet and picked up the empty mugs to take back with her. “Make sure you write down everything necessary when he wakes up. I believe in you, (Y/N).” Taking a deep breath, you nodded. “Right. Thank you, Angela.”

Without another word, you were left to the patient alone once again. Only difference is that your teacher wouldn’t be coming back with a mug of coffee. You sat the tablet down temporarily so you could remove the mask that pumped the gases into the man’s lungs, a slight hiss leaving the machine as it was removed. It was placed to the side as you shut off the device it was connected to. Next step? Wait.

Or so you thought. You figured it would be a few hours till he would wake up. Many many hours. But it was only about ten to twenty minutes when a hand shot up and grabbed your arm. It made you jump in surprise, dropping anything you held in your hands. There stared back soft brown hues that were wide with confusion and fear. He was awake. “Who are you?” He was quick to question, his voice hoarse from the previous damage and from not using it.

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And that’s it! I may make a part two for this if you all want me to~

So we all know how weirdly antagonistic Haz is to Mercy. Ever think it's because he saw her as a saviour when he was younger, but got dissolutioned so hard by his accident that he began to grow a specific dislike for her? Like he was waiting in the hospital hoping that an angel would appear and make the pain go away, only for him to be abandoned by the system to suffer alone? I think about it.

Honestly, that's such a raw and compelling interpretation of Hazard's character. I could totally see it—he was probably at his lowest point, clinging to the hope that someone like her would swoop in and save him, like the angel of mercy that she is supposed to represent. Instead, he was left to rot in a broken system, and that betrayal might've cut deeper than any physical wound. It's not just a dislike for Mercy as a person; it's the shattering of an ideal she represented to not just him but possibly everyone.

Every time he sees her, it could be a reminder of the hope he once had—and the pain of realizing that hope was misplaced. It’s not just personal, it’s existential. Maybe that bitterness fuels his drive to rely on himself, even to a fault. That’s why the second voice line with him and her—

For reference:

Mercy: Given the injuries you've sustained... you must be in an immense amount of pain.

Hazard: Let me guess: you want to poke and prod, make it all go away?

Mercy: Well, an examination certainly couldn't hurt.

Hazard: Examine all you like. It won't mend the harm you've done.

This exchange is brimming with tension and layered with resentment, it perfectly illustrates the fractured dynamic between them. His bitterness is palpable, but it’s not just anger—it’s deeply rooted disappointment.

When Mercy acknowledges his pain, her concern comes across as genuine, but to Hazard, it likely feels like empty words.

Harmony

SPOILER WARNING

FOR THE FINAL SHAPE ENDING

This will be my Guardian x Cayde

i was sobbing while i was writing this, enjoy!

They did it, they won!

The witness no more! Star was releaved as she held her gun with one hand, and her left one held out as her Ghost floated up.

Her Ghost is cracked up, and the noises he made, made her worry as she watched him suddenly lost its shell and all of a sudden she stumbled back, gasping for air.

She.. lost her light- but then she noticed her ghost fell to the ground as she yelped- "No!" she fell to her knees and held her ghost-

Nonono.. they cant be gone no..

When all of a sudden an enemy growled out from afar and shot her-

Making her gasp and fall to her side in pain.

The Ex hunter Vanguard rushed in and shot the falled enemy in the face and worriedly look over to his favorite Hunter-

He rushed over to the girl and quickly knelt next to her, his concern for her well being evident on his metalic face. "Are you okay?" he asked urgently, his gaze taking in her state. He could tell she was gravely injured, her body already weakened by the shot.

She yelped in pain as she held onto her lightless, unresponsive ghost as she is bleeding out.

she cant be healed. not witouth her ghost.

His metalic heart ached at the sight of her suffering, the fear and helplessness in her voice tugging at his heartstrings. He knew there was no way to heal her, all of this felt like a sick joke, like they just swapped places in the Prison of Elders.

"Easy, easy," he said softly, his voice gruff but filled with a gentle concern as he rested a hand on her shoulder. "Just... try to stay with me, okay?"

he carefully helped taking her helmet off to help her breath, maybe a little bit more easier.

she sobbed as she held onto his arm, her blood staining his armor as she held her ghost out.

"My Ghost- he- please-" she coughed , the bullet hit her chest, the irony of the situation is unbearable..

Cayde's mechanical heart sank as he watched her struggling to hold onto both life and her fallen ghost, her body weakening with every passing moment. He held onto her, his grip tight and steady as he tried to provide what little comfort he could.

all of a sudden they.. are in a white void of the Traveler.. just like when he first saw sundance, listening to the light.

The strange transition to the white void of the Traveler startled him, his eyes darting around. The Traveler's glowing, endless light filled the space, and for a moment, Cayde felt... a presence.

Sundance.

What she said.. 'whats come from the lught, returns to the light' it makes more sense..

Cayde's eyes saddened as the words of Sundance echoed in his mind, the realization hitting him like a Arc punch in the gut. The Traveler's presence seemed to intensify, as if acknowledging his thoughts.

Maybe.. he can save Star.. oh but she'll hate the idea.. of course she will. She just got the hope that he's back.. but she'll be ok.

He looked down at Star, her grip on him still firm as she fought to stay alive. He knew what he needed to do.

He's made out of light.. his light can save her Ghost.

And her ghost can save her.

The sound of her coughing up blood made him hold her close as she sobbed 'i dont want to leave you.'

Her words cut through him like a knife, her desperation and fear palpable in her weak, trembling voice. He couldn't bear the thought of letting her end like this, not now, not ever.

"I know, I know," he whispered soothingly, his grip on her tightening as he tried to keep her grounded, to give her something to hold onto. "I won't let you die."

He made up his mind then and there. He would save her, no matter the cost.

With a boost of determination he wrapped an arm around her to keep her close to him, and his other hold onto her Ghost with her, their fingers almost lock together.

As he held her against him, her body trembling with every labored breath, he couldn't help but think of the words he'd wanted to say to her all this time.

A pang of regret stabbed at his heart as he knew time was running out. He needed to say it, needed to make sure she knew.

"Star," he began, his voice thick with emotion. "There's something I never told you... something I've always wanted to say..."

A pained gasps left her as she looks up at him with pained gaze of wonder, but also with tears in her eyes. "C-Cayde-"

He met her gaze, his expression filled with a mixture of determination and vulnerability. Her breathless gasp and tear-filled eyes tugged at his nonexistant heartstrings, but he knew he had to say what needed to be said.

"I... I care about you, Star," he confessed, his voice barely above a whisper. "More than just a fellow Guardian. You... you've become so much more to me...but you already knew that didn't you?" his face plated shifted with a saddened smile.

Her eyes widened as she gripped on him, almost tearing into his armor. "N-no-" she coughed trying to breath-

"Wait n-no stop- i just got you back-" the sudden realization made her struggle and try to get out of his arms but it just ended up with her in too much pain as she couldnt move- "please d-dont-" not like begging him would make him stop.. knowing what he's planning to do and she dont want him to, but she dont have a choice when she's the one dying in his arms now.

He held her tightly, her attempts to struggle against him makes him feel guilty. but he have to remind himself that he would do this for her in a heartbeat.

He could see the guilt in her eyes, her desperation and panic clear on her face.

"Please, listen to me," he pleaded, his voice urgent and filled with anguish. "I won't let you die, not like this. This is my choice. My light."

His voice determined brave, as the grip on her hand with her Ghost in it tightened, aswell as his hand on her arm to hold her, his mwtal face rest on her forehead.

He knew what it would cost.

"Cayde-" she crocked gasping as she tried to grasps some air as it gets more and more hard to do so.

oh.. how caring she is.. its one of the reasons why she is his favorite..

He gently cupped her face in his robotic hand, letting go of her Ghost carefully, his thumb stroking her cheek gently as he tried to steady her breathing. The sight of her struggling to breathe, the pain etched on her face, tore at his very soul.

"My precious Diamond," he whispered, his voice softened with emotion. "If there's even a tiny chance to save you... you know damn well I will do it."

Leaning his head closer he rested against her forehead, careful with his horn. "Let me do this for you."

Devotion, bravery, sacrifice...

Its almost annoying to know the Guardian tenets all remind her of him.

Devoted, to stay by her side no matter the cost.

Brave, for he is willing to jump into dangerous situations. Literally.

Sacrafice.. thsts always his thing. Willing to take the bullet or blame for you no matter what. Either from an enemy or from an angry Zavala.

that's him-

Now his Death once more.

She will mourn him again.. but maybe she'll embrace the fact he will live with her in the light. he's never truly gone when he lives inside her heart, and everything else he left behind.

"Noo.." she cracked as tears run down her cheeks like waterfalls. Its unfair, she already have a hard time breathing, now she need to try breath trough her sobs.

Her tears broke his heart, each one feeling like a dagger to his soul. But he couldn't back down, not when her life was at stake. His sacrifice was the only way to save her, and he was ready to make it.

"Hey..." he whispered, his voice filled with a mixture of determination and sorrow. "You know i'm never truly gone..And when you miss me," he held his broke Ace to his original Ace he left behind for her. "Just remmember, you bound to me now." he cracked a half joke with a breathy chuckle, resting his face to hers. "Wife of mine."

She leaned into him, hardly able to fight against him as she clinged onto him with one hand, and her other held her ghost.

one of his hand holding her body safely against his chest, the other returning to holding her ghost within her hand.

She felt more weaker in his arms and his grip tightened on her to keep her there.. alive..

With one glance up He saw a transparent version of his Sundance nodding at him..

Then he looked at Star and close his eyes once more, then open them as he felt himself flicker away slowly.. his light.. embraces her ghost with a blinding light..

"I love you... always will.." her silent confession was in her slow breath as she slowly loosing her vision from blood loss.

As his body shimmered and flickered, the light from within him slowly transferring to her ghost, he felt an aching in his chest. He held her gently, his hand brushing strands of hair away from her face.

Her whispered confession echoed in his ears, a bittersweet pride in his heart. He smiled weakly at her words, his voice barely audible under the weight of his sacrifice.

"I know," he murmured, his voice determined with a mix of sorrow and acceptance. "I do too.."

as she gazed up with a breath caught in her lungs painfully, she noticed how the traveler light thats surrounds them is covering Cayde up, like the light giving him wings, almost resembling an angel..

wich made her eyes sparkle.

Her grip on her ghost and the remaining part of Cayde tightened as she forced herself to burry her face in his neck one last time..

She wished this was just a sick nightmare and she will wake up in her bed with his Ace of Spades gun, and just ended up crying herself to sleep once more reading his journal..

but she knows she isnt dreaming.. she knows this is real.. and she hated it but she knews that he had to do this.. he wouldnt have stayed anyway.. she know he never wanted to hurt anyone by being back.

but the moment they shared she'll treasure it forever..

watching him flicker into pices and loosing his form she used her last strenght and kiss his cheek before she lost her sight.

As her lips pressed against his cheek, a wave of tenderness washed over him. It was a simple gesture, but in that moment, it held a world of meaning. He could feel the love and caring behind her touch, and in return, his own affection for her flared within him once more.

"My favorite little Light."

He held her tighter, his arms encircling her body as he felt his form start to fade away completely. The light enveloped him, lifting him away into the Traveler's embrace.

The white voide no more. they are back at the battle field they killed the Witness.

Suddenly her Ghost comes back to life gasping, look around and find his guardian on the ground unmoving.

"Guardian!" it exclaimed, floating to her side. "Hold on, please!"

It hovered over her motionless body, its tiny form thrumming with light energy as it tried to heal her wounds, doing what he always done, bribg his Guardian back.

she suddenly gasped as she clung to her chest, he resurected her.

she was breathing a little heavily as she looked around and see her Ghost floating above her..

"You okay.." she sadly smiled reaching up and hold onto her small companion.

Her ghost gently nuzzled against her hand, its small frame shivering slightly.

"There you are," it replied with a bit of relief in its voice. "what.. happened to you?"

He few closer to her to look at her face with a hit of worry.

she sat up and realized she had something on her chest... Its..

Cayde's harmonica.

oh..

Her fingers traced the outline of the harmonica, her touch gentle yet mournful. The sight of the Diamond and Ace mark on it was like a bittersweet reminder of the sacrifice he had made.

Her tears fell onto the harmonica, their trails glistening on the surface like tiny, sorrowful diamonds.

Her ghost hovered closer, resting against her shoulder as she clutched the harmonica tightly. He could feel her pain and grief, mirroring his own sadness at the loss of her former Hunter Vanguard.

Without a word, the ghost pressed its tiny frame against her cheek in a gesture of comfort.

She looked down at the harmonica in her hand, tears still welling up in her eyes as she mourned his loss. But as she held the instrument tightly, a sense of determination stirred within her.

She may have lost him, but she still had a part of him. She would carry on.

For him.