HERE IS MY TAKE ON GENJI Because No One Asked:

Hiding Underneath the Sheets

OW Hazard x Reader (Slight spice at the end)

A/N: I wanted to do a lil comfy fic again but with a hint of spice at the end to test the waters (I’m still not ready to write smut)

Summary: You have sometime for yourself at the hideout but turns out your not alone

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The Phreaks’ lair had a strange kind of charm: a mix of grunge, neon lights, and chaos that only a group like them could pull off. Tonight, it was unusually quiet. The others had decided to hit up some underground party downtown, leaving you in the lair by yourself. You’d stayed behind, citing the bitter chill of the evening as your excuse. Wrapped in layers of blankets on the oversized couch in the living room, you had everything you needed—a steaming mug of cocoa and the lair’s giant projector playing your favorite movie.

You were so absorbed in the flickering images on the screen that you didn’t notice the soft footsteps behind you. A low chuckle broke the silence, sending a jolt through you.

“Didn’t think anyone else was stayin’ in” Hazard’s voice drawled, thick with his Scottish accent.

You turned, meeting his sharp, brown eyes. He stood there with his signature cocky smirk, hands stuffed into the pockets of his gray sweatpants. The dim neon lights from the lair’s decor highlighted his messy blonde hair. You had no idea he hadn’t gone with the others.

“Could say the same about you” you replied, trying to keep your voice steady. “Didn’t think you were the type to skip a party.”

Hazard shrugged, plopping down onto the couch next to you, much closer than you expected. “Wasn’t feelin’ it. Guess I’m nae the only one in hermit mode tonight, eh?” He grabbed a blanket corner and tugged it over his legs without asking. You rolled your eyes but didn’t protest.

The two of you sat in companionable silence for a while, the movie’s glow casting soft shadows on his face. You could feel his presence, almost too aware of the way he lounged—completely at ease, like he owned the place. Not that he didn’t; Hazard had a way of dominating any space he was in.

As the movie’s credits rolled, Hazard shifted, resting an elbow on the back of the couch to face you. “So, what’s yer deal, anyway? Thought ye’d be out there tearin’ it up with the rest of ‘em.”

“Not really my vibe tonight” you said with a shrug. “Besides, it’s freezing outside.”

Hazard’s smirk widened. “Ye’re one of those folk who’d rather cocoon up than brave a wee bit o’ frostbite, huh?”

“Absolutely” you shot back. “Some of us like bein’ comfortable.”

“Comfortable’s overrated” he said, leanin’ a bit closer. “But I’ll give ye points for the blanket fortress. That’s dedication.”

“Thanks…?” You eyed him suspiciously. He had that look on his face—the one that meant he was about to stir up trouble. And sure enough, he leaned back and stuck out his tongue, flashing something you’d never noticed before. Was that... a tattoo?

“Wait, what’s that?” you asked, leanin’ forward to get a better look.

Hazard’s grin turned downright wicked. “Oh, this?” He stuck his tongue out again,showing off a small, intricate design inked on the surface. It was hard to make out, but it looked like some kind of stylized spiked… skull?

“You have a tattoo on your tongue?” you said, incredulous. “Who does that?”

“Cool folk” he shot back, clearly amused by your reaction. “Bet ye’ve never seen one up close before.”

You snorted, trying to act unimpressed. “And here I thought you couldn’t get more ridiculous.”

Hazard’s eyes narrowed playfully, his smirk turning into something more mischievous. “Careful” he said, leaning closer until his face was just a breath away. “Ye keep lookin’ at me like that, an’ I might think ye’re interested.”

You could feel your face heatin’ up, and before you could stop yourself, you ducked under the covers. “Nope! Nope! Nope! Nope!” you mumbled, yer voice muffled by the blankets.

Hazard’s laughter rang out, low and teasing. “Hidin’ now? C’mon, don’t tell me I’ve embarrassed ye.”

“I’m not embarrassed!” you shot back, peeking out just enough to glare at him.

“Sure ye’re nae” he said, his grin widening. Then, with an exaggerated sigh, he shifted closer and grabbed the edge of your blankets. “Guess I’ll hae to come in an’ get ye out myself.”

“Wait, what—” Before you could protest, Hazard slipped under the blankets, his movements swift and deliberate. You tried to squirm away, but the couch didn’t give you much room to escape. In the chaos, you ended up flat on your back, Hazard loom—no, wait—looming over you, one arm braced on either side of your head.

“Caught ya” he teased, his voice low and smug. He was so close you could see the faint freckles on his nose, the sharp glint in his eyes. His cocky grin was firmly in place, but as the seconds ticked by, his gaze flickered down to your face—and froze.

Your cheeks were burning your wide eyes staring up at him in shock. Hazard’s smirk faltered, his usual confidence replaced by something uncertain as he seemed to realize the position you were in. His body was pressed against yours, his face just inches away.

For a moment, neither of you moved. Then, Hazard’s grin returned, softer this time, as his gaze lingered on your lips. “Y’know” he murmured, his voice low and warm, “Ye make it really hard to stay outta trouble.”

Before you could process his words, Hazard closed the distance between you. His lips crashed onto yours in a kiss that was surprisingly gentle, though there was an undeniable hunger behind it. The taste of him was electric, sending a rush through you that left your breath shaky.

Just as you thought he might pull back, his lips began to trail down the side of your neck, slowly, deliberately, pressin’ soft, lingering kisses against your skin. You gasped, your breath hitching at the sensation, and you felt a shiver run down your spine as he continued, his lips warm and teasing against your throat. His kisses were soft at first, almost like a whisper against your skin, but then, they grew more insistent, the touch of his lips making you whimper involuntarily.

Hazard chuckled low in his throat, the sound vibrating against your neck as he kissed his way down further. “Ye’re nae gettin’ away that easy”

His eyes locked onto yours again, a smug, satisfied grin tugging at his lips. “Guess I’m nae the only one stayin’ in tonight after all.”

You were too stunned to reply, your heart hammering in yer chest, as you stared up at him, flushed and trembling from the kiss. Hazard chuckled, brushin’ a strand of hair from your face. “Don’t go hidin’ under the blankets again” he teased softly. “I might just have to chase ye all over again.”

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You didn’t remember falling asleep, but the warmth of the blankets and the lingering haze of Hazard’s presence must have lulled you into slumber. When you woke up, Hazard was still sleeping on the couch, next to you. The neon glow of the lair cast faint colors across the room, and the faint hum of machinery filled the silence. Stretching and rubbing the sleep from your eyes, you wrapped a blanket around yourself and shuffled toward the kitchen, craving something to drink.

Boomslang was already there, leaning against the counter and nursing a mug of tea. Her dark curls were tied back loosely, and her sharp, inquisitive eyes flicked toward you as you entered.

“Morning, sleepyhead” she greeted, her Scottish brogue softer than Hazard’s but still distinct. “Didn’t expect tae see anyone else up this late.”

You mumbled something incomprehensible in reply, too focused on rummaging through the cabinets for a mug. You could feel Boomslang’s eyes on you, sharp as always, as you moved around the kitchen.

When you finally turned to lean against the counter, sipping your drink, her gaze narrowed. Her head tilted slightly, a knowing smirk curling her lips. “You’ve got somethin’ on your neck.”

“Wha—” You froze mid-sip, nearly choking on your drink. “What do you mean?”

“Come here” she said, setting her mug down and motioning for you to step closer. Reluctantly, you obeyed, and she reached out, tilting your head to the side to get a better look. Her smirk deepened as her fingers brushed just below your jaw, right over the faint sting of skin that felt far too sensitive.

“Well, well,” Boomslang drawled, her tone laced with amusement. “Looks like someone had a bit of fun last night. Bite marks and hickeys, huh? Dident know ye were the type tae let Hazard sink his teeth in.”

Your face went hot, and you pulled away, covering your neck with your hand. “It’s not—it’s nothing!”

Boomslang raised an eyebrow, clearly unconvinced. “Nothin’ huh? You want to explain why you look like you went a round or two with a hungry wolf? Or do I have to guess?”

You groaned, turning away to hide your face. “He’s such a menace” you muttered under your breath, more to yourself than to her.

Boomslang snorted, clearly enjoying your embarrassment. “But seems like you didn’t mind too much, judgin’ by how your blushing to your ears.”

You groaned again, hiding your face behind your mug. “Not a word to anyone” you warned, your voice muffled.

Boomslang laughed, the sound rich and teasing. “My lips are sealed. For now. But you might want to invest in a scarf. Or explain to the rest of the crew why Hazard’s marked you up like his favorite chew toy.”

Her teasing lingered in the air as she sauntered out of the kitchen, leaving you to stew in your flustered thoughts—and the undeniable evidence on your neck.

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You were still trying to process Boomslang’s teasing as you stood in the kitchen, sipping your drink and hoping the heat in your cheeks would fade. The last hing you expected was for Hazard to stroll in, his usual cocky swagger softened by the grogginess of just waking up. His eyes found you immediately, and he gave you a lazy grin.

“Mornin’, sunshine” he drawled, his voice rough from sleep. He raked a hand through his messy blonde hair as he made his way to the counter, grabbing a glass. “Thought ye’d still be curled up oan the couch. Ye move quick.”

You swallowed hard, keeping your gaze firmly on your drink. “Needed something to wake me up” you muttered.

Hazard leaned back against the counter, glass in hand, and gave you a slow once-over. His grin widened as his eyes landed on your neck. “Well, whit d’ye ken?” he said, his tone thick with teasing. “Looks like I left a wee bit o’ evidence, aye?”

Your cheeks burned as you tugged the blanket tighter around your shoulders, glaring at him. “You think?”

He chuckled, pushing off the counter and stepping closer. “Couldn’t help masel’, love” he said, voice lowering with that familiar mischievous lilt. “Ye looked too good no tae leave ma mark.”

You tried to stay composed, but the memory of his lips trailing along your neck sent a shiver down your spine. “You’re unbelievable” you muttered, but the heat in your voice betrayed you.

Hazard’s smirk softened, his mismatched eyes locking on yours. “Aye, but ye didnae mind, did ye?” He brushed his fingers lightly over your neck, tracing one of the marks. “Did it hurt, love?”

You hesitated, the ghost of his touch making your skin tingle. “Not exactly” you admitted quietly.

“Good” he murmured, his tone gentler now, but still laced with his usual charm. “I’d hate tae think I did somethin’ ye didnae enjoy.”

Before you could reply, his grin turned devilish again, his voice taking on that familiar cocky edge. “Y’know,” he said, leaning in close enough that you could feel the heat of him “I reckon ye wear ma handiwork pretty well. Suits ye.”

You swatted his hand away, cheeks flaming as you tried to maintain your composure.

Hazard chuckled “Well, then” he said, gesturing toward your neck with his hand “guess I’ll just need tae work harder, won’t I? But for what it’s worth, love, I think I’m off to a pretty decent start.”

You groaned, hiding your face in your hands, as Hazard’s deep laugh echoed through the room, leaving you flustered and far too aware of the marks he’d left behind.

Rainy Days🌧️

Hazard x Reader

A/N: It’s been raining here for a couple of days and what’s better than wrapping yourself in a blanket? Having a bigass bf that can give you twice the warmth.

Summary: Hazard spends time with you at your place

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The storm outside raged with a ferocity that rattled the windows of your workshop. Rain lashed against the glass, and the occasional crack of thunder made you jump despite yourself. But inside, the world was warm and quiet, a sanctuary from the chaos beyond.

You sat on the worn couch in the corner of the room, wrapped in a blanket. Beside you, Hazard lounged, his arms draped casually along the back of the couch. His presence was as steadying as the glow of the workshop’s dim lights. You’d never admit it out loud, but moments like this made your heart feel fuller than it had in years.

“Ye´dont need to keep checkin’ the window” he said, his thick Scottish accent rolling over you like the warmest whiskey. “The storm’s not gonna burst in here an’ take us by surprise.”

You gave him a playful glare. “Maybe I’m just making sure you’re not going to bolt back outside for some harebrained stunt.”

Hazard’s laugh was deep and rumbling, like distant thunder, but far more comforting. “Aye, I’ve done my share of daft things, but I will not be leavin’ yer side tonight. ‘Specially when it’s this cozy.”

You rolled your eyes, but the faint blush creeping up your neck betrayed your amusement. “Cozy, huh? You’re just saying that because you’re hogging most of the blanket.”

“Ach, come here then” he said, shifting to drape the blanket over you properly. His arm slid around your shoulders as he pulled you closer. “Better?”

You hesitated for a moment, then let yourself relax against him. The solid warmth of his chest, the faint scent of smoke and metal that always seemed to cling to him, made your worries melt away.

“Much better” you murmured, the words barely audible above the storm.

“Ye know lass, I’ve been thinkin’” he began, his voice softer now. “In all my years, I’ve seen explosions, chaos, an’ more close calls than I care to count. But nothin’—an’ I mean nothin’—compares to moments like this.”

You tilted your head to look up at him, his expression uncharacteristically serious. “You mean... moments where you’re not actively blowing things up?”

Hazard snorted, shaking his head. “Aye, somethin’ like that. You’ve got a way of makin’ me feel... grounded. An’ that’s not somethin’ I’m used to.”

Your chest tightened at his words, a warmth spreading through you that had nothing to do with the blanket. “You’re not so bad yourself” you said softly, your fingers lightly tracing the edge of his prosthetic arm. “When you’re not driving me up the wall, that is.”

Hazard chuckled again, the sound vibrating through you. “Ach, admit it, ye love it. Keeps life interestin’, eh?”

“Maybe” you said, a small smile tugging at your lips.

He tightened his hold on you, resting his chin atop your head. “Ye’re somethin’ else, ye know that?”

The storm outside seemed distant now, its fury no match for the warmth of his embrace. Minutes passed in comfortable silence, the two of you simply enjoying the closeness. His fingers absently traced patterns along your arm, a small, soothing gesture that made your eyelids grow heavy.

“Have ye ever thought about what’s next?” he murmured suddenly, his voice low and thoughtful.

“What do you mean?” you asked, tilting your head slightly to look up at him.

“This life, the missions, the danger... it’s a wild ride. But sometimes, I think about somethin’ quieter. Maybe a small place of our own. No storms, no explosions. Just us.” His gaze softened, a rare vulnerability showing through.

Your heart swelled at his words, the thought of a future with him warming you more than the blanket ever could. You reached up, brushing a stray strand of hair from his face. “That sounds perfect” you whispered.

His lips curved into a soft smile, and he leaned down, pressing a gentle kiss to your forehead. “Perfect.”

And as the storm continued its futile assault outside, the two of you stayed wrapped in each other’s arms, dreaming of a tomorrow filled with peace and quiet moments just like this.

I want someone to talk Transformers with me.

Warning, I'm the type that appreciates the Bayverse (even though I know, critically, they're bad).

Reblog if interested.

Forbidden Masterlist

Isabelle Brigham is an intelligent warlock with a love for reading any book she gets her hands on. But what no one knows, but her best friends, is that she has feelings for a certain Prince of the Reef. Uldren Sov.

Uldren Sov is beloved by his people and seeking approval from his sister Queen Mara. He often breaks the rules to get it. What happens when he realizes he's breaking his own rule of trusting lightbearers after doing something about his love for a certain Awoken Warlock with an obsession for books.

PART 1, PART 2, PART 3, PART 4

His Queen of Hearts Master List

Chloe Brask was a Hunter, daughter to late Hunter Vanguard Andal Brask.

Cayde-6 was the Hunter Vanguard, and he was Andal's successor.

They were close friends and become even closer when Andal was killed.

Cayde wanted to be more than friends with Chloe, of course she feels the same,, but Chloe set aside her feelings and focused more on her work as a Guardian. But Cayde knew how to keep his distance.

When the Red Legion attacks the Last City, Cayde and Chloe team up to bring down Ghaul, the Commander of the Red Legion and save the Last City. Would they mange to actually hit up on something they both stayed away from, something like, love?

PART 1, PART 2, PART 3,

Genji x Reader (First Date) fanfic

Submitted by anon, reposted from my old account.

It was a few months after overwatch had announced the recall when you’d joined the ranks. After the Paris incident you saw the time had come for hero’s to return and new ones to arrive, and you were willing to take up the gauntlet.

It wasn’t long into your first week on the Gibraltar base when you’d finally encountered the famed cyborg who sliced and diced a null sector behemoth to pieces and survived an encounter with doomfist. You bumped into him in the hall and greeted him with a chipper hello.

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He took off running like a bat out of hell, his face felt hot, steam was pouring out of his valve releases. He was smitten with you at first sight and he didn’t know how to deal with it... He left you standing there in the hall confused beyond words...

The second encounter was no better, he saw you in the training hall and tried showing off. Needless to say he accidentally almost ended up destroying half the arena with his dragon blade. Almost killing you and endangering others in the process... He apologised profusely but he just couldn’t get a coherent sentence out. Whenever he tried talking to you it was just a mess.

He tried and tried his hardest to speak with you, but each time he did his confidence fell to pieces and along with it his tongue.

In all honesty? You thought it was very sweet, you’d heard of the cyborgs unfortunate story, you found his attempts at making a closer relationship with you very cute too. You decided to ask him out. And as it would turn out? Genji was planning the exact same thing.

You were walking through the halls to your room late one night, a midnight snack in hand from the cafeteria. You were approaching your dorm when suddenly, right in front of you, a set of green lights illuminated themselves. “Y/n!! Y you’re up late!” Genji said, he sounded very startled, as if he wasn’t expecting you to be out of your room.

You nearly dropped your snack out of fright, “g Genji! What are you doing here?!” You say sounding just as startled as the ninja. “I I just! I had to! I mean! I’m sorry I I’ll go!” He stammered out turning to leave. You grabbed hold of his hand and the surprised noise he’d made still makes you giggle thinking about it, “wait! Please...” you say holding on tight.

You heard Genji take in a very deep breath. He turned around grabbing hold of your hands with his. “Will you go out with me?!” He blurted out.

You stand there for a moment before giggling and nodding. “I was about to ask you the same thing.” You laugh. “Yes Genji, id like that.” You smile up at him.

Genji couldn’t tell which was better, your answer or your smile. He let out a breath he didn’t know he was holding before falling onto his back on the floor with a loud thud. “Thank you.” Was all he said, he sounded so relieved. “I don’t know what I was so afraid of.” He laughed.

You giggle and open your door. You step inside and put your snack down before returning and offering genji your hands to help him up. “Is that what you’ve been trying to do this whole time?” You say as he gently takes and admires your hands before getting up. “Yeah heh... I... I didn’t know how to ask you... every time I opened my mouth my brain broke.” He says tapping the side of his visor. “ I’ll, I’ll let you enjoy the rest of your evening, how does Friday sound?...f for our date I mean.” He says shyly.

You smile and nod. “Friday sounds nice, thank you Genji.” You chirp giving his visor a peck on what you assume is his cheek. His lights flashed pink. “Oh I didn’t know you could change their colour?” You say amazed. “I... I can’t, not like that at least!” He says flustered before rushing off. “G goodnight y/n!!” He shouted as he disappeared down the corridor. You couldn’t help but laugh.

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Friday night arrived, Genji told you to meet him in a rather odd place. It was a parking lot next to a drive in theatre. You waited there quietly in one of your nicest outfits, you were beginning to worry maybe he stood you up... then he jumped down from the building next to you. He looked nice, it was strange seeing him wearing clothes over his armor, a hoodie and some trousers.

“You came.” He says stepping closer to you. He had a bag over his shoulder filled with snacks and drinks. “Of course I did.” You smile. “You look nice.” You say staring up at his visor. His lights flashed pink again. “I need to get that checked, I think your compliments have broken me.” He chuckled.

“Heh, sorry.” You giggle. “Where are we going?” You ask. Genji pointed at the drive in theatre. “But.. we don’t have a car.” You say raising an eyebrow. “We don’t need one.” He says picking you up suddenly. “G Genji!!” You say now very embarrassed. “Hold on tight.” He said before suddenly jumping up onto the roof of the theatres ticket and concession building.

Up here you had a great view of the screen and the sound was perfect. He laid out the picnic blanket and set out the snacks before removing his hoodie and folding it up like a cushion for you. “I used to come here with Mccree all the time when we were in Blackwatch.” He says softly. “We just gotta keep our voices down or we’ll get caught.” He snickered.

You couldn’t help but giggle. Even still you felt bad about not paying. “Ah, I don’t feel r-“ he cut you off by raising his hand. “Don’t feel bad about it, the guy who runs this place is an asshole, he jacks up the prices enough as is and doubles it for Omnics to keep them out...” he says bitterly. “Oh... Fuck him then.” You smile and snuggle on the blanket beside him.

You two sat and watched the film, eating and drinking a 6 pack Genji had bought. It was a nice fruity spirit based alcohol, you had no clue what it was due to the label being in another language but you’d be sure to ask him later. You felt his hand make its way around your waist, you gladly leaned into him as he pulled you closer...

The film ended and the night was still very young. Genji packed the blanket back in his bag before unfolding his hoodie and putting it back on. “Come on, I got somewhere el-“ he was cut off by an aggressive sounding old man shouting at you two from below. “I knew I heard something! Get down here you rotten kids!!” He shouted. Genji scooped you up and laughed making a run for it.

You were on the other side of the city by the time Genji stopped running, he wasn’t even slightly out of breath, but you were, even though he’d carried you the whole way you’d never laughed so hard in your life. “God he could have called the cops on us.” You giggle.

Genji snickered, “I know, fun being a little bad right?” He says gently putting you down in front of a very large building. “Where are we?” You ask looking at the empty parking lot, “come inside, I booked this place out for us.” He smiled taking your hand.

You followed him inside and blinked, “an ice rink?” You ask as you look over the fresh untouched surface. Genji nodded picking out a pair of skates for you. “Here, let me put them on you.” He says softly. You could tell he was blushing by how he looked away from you.

You nod and sit down for him. He removed your shoes carefully and slid the skates on. He took his time tying the laces making sure they were snug. When he finished he couldn’t stop from sliding a hand up your leg, you let out a soft gasp at the bold move. You weren’t expecting it, but you liked it...

He took your hand and led you out. Instantly your legs bowed and you nearly ended up on your face. He was quick to catch you and hold you up right. “Heh I’ve got you.” He says softly. Up this close you could see past the green light and through to his face. He had lovely eyes. “Th thanks. I’ve... n never skated before.” You say shyly.

“Don’t worry, I’ll teach you.” He cooed helping you stand up right before slowly moving back and leading you along with ease. After a few minutes the stiffness in your movements disappeared and you began to gain balance. “I never knew you enjoyed skating.” You say staring at the ice being cautious of where you stepped next.

“Like a lot of things, I never used to do it before I joined Blackwatch.” He says as he began to skate beside you, his hand never letting go of yours. “When I got my new body, I was uncoordinated and very clumsy. I’d lost my agility, and couldn’t get a grasp of my new legs. So Commander Reyes brought me here one night, he put a pair of skates on me and pushed me out onto the ice... he wouldn’t let me go home until I managed to get up and go around it three times without falling over.” He chuckled.

“I hated him for it at the time, I thought he was being unfair... but he was just pushing me in the right direction. He brought me back here every night after training and each time I got faster and better. Soon... I was moving with my new body as if it were my old one.” He says softly.

You hung on his every word, Genji had a horrible and rough past, to hear of a fond memory in the darkest time of his life was so... heartwarming.

You gasped as he suddenly twirled you about. Your skates spun on a point and you landed perfectly in his embrace again. “Y/N?...” he says now looking right at you. “Thank you... for tonight.. and for being so patient with me.” He says gently placing his hand on your cheek. “ genj-“ he gently placed his thumb on your lips silencing you. “Please... let me finish before my nerve leaves me again.” He whispers.

“I never thought it possible for me to find love after what happened to me, to my body... but you gave me a chance... and... I’d very much like another one if you’re willing to.. be mine?” He asks sounding so hopeful and shy. You nod and smile. “I’ll be yours, only if you be mine.” You whisper back.

He was silent for a moment before reaching up and pressing the release on his visor, a click, a hiss as the air locks opened. Your breath caught in your throat as you saw his eyes, unobstructed and in full view. Then his face, you saw a tuft of black hair peeping out from under his forehead guard. You looked over every scar, every burn, then your eyes landed on his lips... you couldn’t see anything wrong with him, to you he was the most perfect man you’d ever laid eyes on. “Y/N?...” he whispered.

You leaned in and kissed his lips gently, you wrapped your arms around his shoulders and he slid his around your waist pulling you closer. His lights turned pink again. “ d damn it, you’re going to break me with how sweet you are” he stutters out. You giggle and kiss him again. “Do you really mind if I break you?” You whisper. “...no... come here” he says pulling you back in for another more passionate kiss...

The two of you stayed like that for a while before eventually deciding it was time to go. Instead of skating back on your own he scooped you up once more and slid back to the side of the rink. He helped you put your shoes back on before taking your hand and walking back to base.

You were halfway back to hq when you both felt your stomachs growl, “heh, I guess I didn’t bring enough snacks. What do you want to eat?” He asks pulling out his phone to look up places nearby. “Genji.” You tug on his sleeve and point at an in and out. “Oh that’ll do!” He chimes.

The two of you ordered and sat down outside watching the city life at night. It was a beautiful evening. You both ate in relative silence, occasionally offering each other a bite of one another’s food. Every now and then your hands would find their way into one another’s.

...

The pair of you arrived back at base to find that 76 had waited up to make sure you two got home safely, he really was like a dad... once you were both inside he locked up the building and Athena began the evenings lock down protocol.

“Is he always like that?” You ask Genji as you both approach the dormitory’s. “He never used to be, he actually used to hate me and Mccree, but... after Reyes died and the recall happened... I think he saw us both as his wards like gabe once did.” He says softly. “Plus, I think he’s lost so many people he cares about he wants to make sure all of us are happy and safe you know?” He says as you both come to a stop outside your room.

You nod, “I suppose he cares more than he lets on.” You smile, you look sheepishly down at your feet. “Thank you Genji, I... I had a really good time tonight.” You say softly. “I did too, thank you for giving me a chance.” He says taking your hand again. “You’re a chance worth taking... do you... wanna come inside? I got a bottle of wine and some Doritos?...” you say looking up at him.

He nods and removes his visor again so you can see the genuine smile on his face. His perfect face... “I’d love that y/n.” He chuckled. You both end up drinking the whole bottle and spending the rest of the evening snuggled on your bed.

Genji was already planning to make your next date even more special...

Run - Genji X Reader

In which Genji gives into his dark desires.

tags: NSFW, fem reader? (Genji calls them good girl, pretty girl, etc. but I don't think any pronouns are used idk), knife play, rough! sex, a thing for tears, unprotected sex, filthy, dark, and dirty, "Run, and if I catch you, I fuck you"

A/N: i'm surprised I wrote this as fast as I did, but it combines some of my favorite tropes. It is also a bit darker than some of my previous works, but I do still hope you all enjoy this <3

Genji shouldn’t like this. He knows he shouldn’t, but some dark, depraved part of him adores the way your tears stain your cheeks. You sob so pretty. He’s sure it’d be even prettier if you were sobbing for him. 

“I hate you!” You scream out, the words slicing through the air. You don’t mean them, not even close. Genji doesn’t even flinch at your cruelness. In fact, his mask shifts in a way that almost looks like he smiled. He doesn’t move out of the chair in his room that the two of you are in, but you keep pacing through the room. 

“I know you do,” he says softly. You two had been on a mission together, and you ended up taking the fall for something that was both of your faults. You did it without hesitation, knowing Genji would be kicked out if he fucked up again. And yet, the vicious reprimands from Reyes still stung at your heart. You have always been good, almost perfect, at your job, and it’s something that you take pride in. 

“I told you not to take the fall,” Genji says. You bite out a chuckle, a humorless sound suffocated by tears.

“And what? Let you get kicked out?” You sigh, letting your tears fall again. It shouldn’t sting your pride this much to be yelled at, but it does. 

Genji watches your movements, entranced at your puffy cheeks and red face. You’re a tight ball of sadness and frustration, but your tears look so beautiful. A part of him wants to go to Reyes and break his nose for making you cry, but another part of him wants to bend you over and make you cry for him, the only thing you should cry for. The image in his head is enough to have him hardening in his pants, still in his Blackwatch uniform. He wonders if other parts of your body look this pretty when they’re red. 

A tinge of guilt radiates through his body. He shouldn’t be thinking like this. He knows he shouldn’t, but you seem to take over him. Since the accident, he has had hardly any desire for anybody, but you’re different. Sick thoughts, ones of making you breathless and begging, take over his mind. He wonders if you’d like it rough or if you’d like it soft and gentle, like a lover. He could do both, be both, if that’s what you wanted. 

“Stop looking at me like that,” you mutter when you notice his dark eyes tracing your body. It’s a look you can’t quite decode, and that drives you insane.

“Why not?” Genji’s voice is soft and breathy, and it sends chills along your skin. His eyes slowly drag back to your face, and the look in his eyes makes the hair on the back of your neck stand. It’s dark, twisted, hungry. 

“I don’t know what it means,” you breathe out softly. Genji takes in a sharp breath as your eyes meet his. Yours are still glossy from tears and the sight goes straight to his cock. Maybe it’s best that you don’t know what it means. Maybe it’s best you don’t know he’s thinking about how pretty you would look crying while you come around his cock. He should be more ashamed that he’s getting hard by your sobs, but he isn’t.

“You don’t want to know what it means,” he says. He’s teetering on the edge of pushing you against the wall and pressing his lips to yours. You face him and square your shoulders, eyes narrowing. 

“I think I do,” you say. He’s always been alluring to you, but nothing that you would act on. He seems tortured, like he needs to be the one to make the first move. You spent countless nights hoping he would do just that, but never had your wishes fulfilled. Your heartbeat picks up at the thought of him wanting you. Is that what that look is? “I’m having…twisted thoughts about you,” he says his words carefully, his dark eyes scanning your entire face for your reaction. Your eyes widen slightly in surprise. Twisted?

“Twisted how?” You ask, taking a step forward.

Genji’s resolve snaps when he sees you step toward him instead of away when he says he’s having thoughts. He stands quickly and closes the distance between the two of you. You don’t back away, and that has his skin burning. He needs to touch you. 

“I want to fuck more tears out of you,” Genji says as he stands over you. He’s not incredibly tall, but his presence fills the entire room, leaving it thick with tension and desire. You look at him, feeling heat spread across your body under his gaze.

You smile. 

You fucking smile. The motion has Genji hardening even more. His pretty little thing likes it rough, hm? Oh, he’ll show you rough.

“Tell me to stop, and it ends,” he says, before he leans down and presses a soft kiss against your neck. You shake your head. You’re not stopping him.

“Ten seconds, pretty girl. You get ten seconds. Run, and if I catch you, I’ll fuck you so hard that all those tears will be mine,” he says against your skin. 

“You-” You start, but your words get caught in your throat. Genji gives you just enough time to say no, and you couldn’t even dream of that. You want this, him, badly. 

“Ten.”

He’s serious. Any questions you had in the back of your mind are lost and you turn to the door. You sprint out of it, leaving it swinging behind you. You hear him chuckle softly as he continues counting down. Your heart beats hard as you run through the base’s hallways, but the heat spreading to your core makes it hard to focus. It’s late enough that the hallways are completely empty. You distantly hear his countdown get closer to zero, and you scramble for ideas. You can’t outrun him. He’s faster and stronger, but maybe you could hide. You dart past a few more doors before you reach your room and sneak in, forgetting to close the door behind you. He reached zero a few seconds ago and you can hear his footsteps approaching. He usually moves in silence, so you know he wants you to hear each step he makes. You duck into your closet, closing the door behind you. Surely he won’t find you, right? Though, do you really want him to not find you? The footsteps get closer, and you take a sharp intake and watch through the barely there crack in your closet doors. Genji stands in your bedroom doorway, shaking his head. 

“Oh, pretty little thing, don’t you know to cover your tracks?” He says softly, stepping into the room and pulling the door shut behind himself. He clicks the lock on it, and you hold your breath as he starts to pace the room. He checks the bathroom first, then around the room, until he looks at the closet. Your heart stops as you swear the two of you make eye contact through the crack in the door. He steps towards you, yanking the closet door open. His head tilts as he sees you, and you take your lip in between your teeth. 

“Gotcha,” he says, and you have a feeling he’s smiling under the mask. He reaches out to you, taking a handful of your hair and pulling you out of the closet. His grip is tight, and the slight pain only builds the heat in you. You whimper in his hold, letting him stare down at you. 

He uses his other hand to pull the mask down, then uses his tight grip in your hair to push you closer to him. There’s a moment of hesitation, where he loosens his grip enough to let you push him away. You don’t, instead closing the distance and pressing your lips against his. His kiss is hungry, desperate, feral, and you devour it. He pulls on your hair enough to cause you to let out a soft gasp, which he uses to his advantage to gain access to your mouth. His tongue takes over yours, like a man starved. You whimper against the kiss, his roughness only making you wetter. 

Genji pulls away, his grip gone from your hair. You whine at the lack of any sort of contact, but your eyes widen when he unsheathes one of his blades. It’s a shorter one, nowhere near as long as his sword, but it’s still a blade. There’s a wicked glimmer in his eyes and he looks into yours, an eyebrow raised, as he throws the knife. The blade plants deeply into the hardwood, the handle out. You watch in confusion as Genji sits in your armchair, just a few inches from where he planted the blade. It sticks out in between his feet, and you frown. What is he doing?

“Ride it,” he says, leaning back in the chair. Your mouth hangs open. He wants you to… “Ride my blade,  pretty girl.”

There’s a challenge in his tone, his dark eyes watching you. Heat rises through your body at the thought of him watching you ride one of his knives, and your sex riddled brain makes the decision. You pull your pants down slowly, your wet underwear sticking to your core for a brief second. Genji’s eyes narrow in on that, and you can’t help the smile as he watches you. If he’s going to tease you, you’re going to do it right back. You drop to your knees by the blade, leaning down and taking as much of the handle in your mouth as you can. Genji groans at the sight, but doesn’t intervene. You continue to wet the handle with your saliva, running your tongue up and down the base. You glance up at him through your eyelashes, and he has to shift in his chair. He could touch himself now, but he’s holding back. 

Once the handle is wet enough, you rise and position your hips over it. You sink down onto it slowly, whining as the hard material stretches you. It’s only a few inches, but it’s thick and sturdy, and you need any sort of touch right now. Genji watches you with intent, his eyes on where you and his blade are connected. You take all of it in and sigh, letting yourself adjust to the size. 

Your shirt hangs low on you, and as you start to move up and down the blade, it falls in front of you. Genji growls, upset that his view is being blocked, and another one of his blades is quickly unsheathed. He moves with expert grace and precision, slicing through the material. The shreds of your shirt drop to the ground around you, your bra also in shambles. You shudder as he presses the blade against your throat, using it to tilt your head up. You swallow, feeling the blade against your skin. You’re not in any true danger with him. He’s an expert with blades, and you know you won’t be cut unless it’s intentional. 

“Look at me while you read my blade, baby,” he says. You nod, not trusting yourself to form words, and he lets the blade fall away. You’re close enough to touch him, so you brace yourself on his thighs as you start to move up and down on the handle of his knife. You whimper softly as you take it all over and over again, your nails digging into his thighs. It stretches you so nicely, and the fact that it’s a knife, his knife, makes you even wetter. This is a blade he has taken on more missions than you can count, and here you are riding it while he watches. 

“Does it feel good?” Genji asks above you. 

“So…good,” you say. He reaches to your chest, grabbing your nipples and rolling them between his fingers. A sharp whine sounds from your throat when he pinches both of them, and you clench around the blade. 

“Genji, please,” you mutter. You need more. 

“Please what?” Genji says, pinching so hard that it starts to hurt. The pain mixes with the pleasure, creating a delicious building heat. You’re so close, but you need more. 

“More…” you shudder out, your orgasm building as you continue to ride the blade. “Please. More. I need-”

Your voice catches in your throat when he leans forward and reaches in between you. His metal fingers graze your clit softly, and you buck your hips toward his hand. A light burns in his dark eyes. He pushes into your clit harder, rubbing circles into it. The motion, the blade, all of it has you falling apart. Your head falls into his lap, but his other hand balls your hair into his fist and pulls you back up. 

“You’re going to look at me while you come on my blade,” he commands. His dark eyes are full of hunger and it sends chills down your spine. You start to snap something back, but he pushes down on your clit. The sensations overcome you and you scream out his name as your orgasm rocks through you. Your head starts to sway from the strength of it, your eyes seeing stars, and Genji lets you rest your head in his lap to regain yourself for a few seconds. 

“Can’t wait to kill somebody with that blade knowing what you did to it,” he says, softly petting your hair. You clench around it. Perhaps it’s sick, dark, twisted, to be so attracted to the thought of him using the blade that’s currently several inches deep into you to kill somebody. If it is, then you are sick as well. 

“You’re going to use this blade after this?” You find yourself asking. 

“Of course. It’s my favorite blade now,” Genji says. He lifts your head up softly, cupping your cheeks. “Can you go for another one?”

It’s a stark contrast to the depraved roughness, but you nod. You want more, need more. 

“That’s my girl,” he whispers, his thumb running along your cheek. He helps you off the knife and stand up, even if it’s only briefly, before he pushes you down onto your bed. You land softly, and he’s on top of you quickly. He brings his lips to yours, peppering a soft kiss on them. He pulls back and you whimper at the loss of contact. 

“That desperate, hm?” He smiles as he stands. He pulls his sheathes off, letting all of his gear drop to the floor around him. 

“Don’t tease me,” you beg. Genji just smirks at you. He pulls his shirt over his head and drops it to the floor. His lithe frame is intoxicating, his lean muscles flexing as he moves. You could watch it for hours, but you know Genji has other plans for you. 

He hooks his fingers into his waistband, pulling his pants and boxers down. Your mouth waters at the sight. He’s certainly bigger than the handle of the blade, and flesh. Your core clenches at the sight, and he lets you look your fill.

“Nobody has looked at me like that since the accident,” Genji says softly, a laugh sounding through the air.

“You’re beautiful,” you say, and you hope it sounds as genuine as it is. “Truly.”

“Ah, don’t stroke my ego,” Genji says as he leans back over you. You start to say something back, but his lips connect with one of your nipples and it has you gasping. He chuckles against your skin, pressing his tongue against your nipple. You moan out his name, but it’s more of a  plea than anything else. You need him. 

“You sound so pretty,” he says. 

“Please, Genji, don’t tease me,” you whisper out in between soft breaths. He shakes his head, his dark hair tickling your chest. 

“I’ll do as I please, baby,” he looks up at you, keeping his eyes on yours as he takes your other nipple into his mouth. He takes it in between his teeth and the ragged feeling has your back arching into him. He reaches down in between the two of you, and you gasp as he drags his fingers along your core. The touch is gone as soon as it was there, and you squirm under him at the loss of contact. He brings his fingers up to his mouth,  dipping them behind his lips and sucking you off of them. 

“Fucking incredible,” he says. You hold his dark gaze, and you know you look pathetic.

“I need you inside me. Please,” you whimper out. Genji snarls, actually snarls, and pulls away from you. He’s back on you almost immediately, lining himself up at your entrance. He sinks into you slowly, the room filling with soft moans from both of you. His hands grip your hips tightly, tight enough that it hurts, but your brain is too focused on the feelings he’s giving you now. Hell, you like the pain. 

“God, you’re so fucking perfect,” he says as he pushes further in. He stretches you so perfectly, the sting melding with the pleasure. He barely gives you any time to adjust before he’s pulling back and thrusting back in. You scream out, your hand balling up the blanket under you. 

“You look so good like this. At my fucking mercy, pretty girl.” His vulgar words mixed with the praise has you clenching around him, which makes a sick smile appear on his features. He’s got you in the palm of his hand, and he knows it. His metal hand finds its way to your clit, rubbing circles in it, rougher as he thrusts in. Your back arches into him at the combined sensations, and he uses the opportunity to press a soft kiss against your throat. You fall back, heat starting to build in your stomach. 

“Genji,” you say softly.

“I know, baby,” is all he replies. He keeps working you with both his cock and his hand, until you’re whimpering and falling apart under his touch. Your orgasm rattles over with you a force unmatched by anything you’ve experienced before. Your vision dots with black as you scream out his name. He continues thrusting into you, continues rubbing on your clit, continues his harsh grip on your hip. The overstimulation makes your body shake, and tears start to prick your eyes. One of them falls down your cheek and you go to wipe it away, but Genji’s hand catches your wrist.

“Let me see those tears, pretty girl,” he says. You nod, and he releases your wrist. Your hands somehow find their way to his back, and you dig your nails in hard as he continues to overstimulate you. You know your nails are probably hurting him, but he doesn’t say anything. Tears pour out of your eyes now, tracing the lines they made earlier. 

“You’re doing so good for me,” Genji mutters, his voice raspy. You look past your teary eyes to see him, his dark hair falling over his face. You reach to him, cupping his face and running your finger along one of the bigger scars. The gesture is tender, and it catches him off guard, but he loves the way you look at him. His thrusts start to get sloppy, and you can tell he’s getting close. Another tear falls out of your eye as your body reaches another climax. It rocks through you and has you clenching down on his cock, which is enough to send him over the edge. You keep clenching around him as he goes through his orgasm, his head falling to the crook of your neck. 

It takes the both of you a bit to calm down enough to move. He moves first, pulling away enough to kiss the tears along your skin. You smile softly at him. He’s the perfect mix of dark, twisted desires and soft, gentle love. He eventually helps you get cleaned up and gets you some water to drink before pulling you into bed with him. He cradles you so gently, his hand running along your hair as you rest your head against his chest. Your hand traces connection between metal and skin, sleep starting to take over. 

“Thank you for taking care of me,” you say softly. Your voice sounds groggy with sleep.

“You don’t have to thank me for that,” he replies. You nod, moving just enough to press your lips to the place where metal and flesh melds on his chest. He tenses, but when your soft lips press a part of him that he’s hated, he finds himself wishing your lips would touch it more often. Perhaps you’re healing him, healing his wounds.

pros and cons

Genji/Reader no warnings!

You've learned it's not easy being Genji's partner.

First there's the whole Overwatch business - he's always busy, following odd hours for other timezones in order to be functional for missions, training to be at his sharpest, getting tune-ups and such from the doctor whenever something breaks (and things frequently break when you're a cyborg ninja trying to save the world). At least most of his teammates are nice to you, and you even got Lúcio's autograph to boot. Maybe next time you'll work up the courage to ask for Zarya's...

Then there's his teacher, Zenyatta. You feel like you're practically sharing Genji with him half the time, with how often they're together (though you bear it gracefully, knowing how much the monk means to him). He seems to like you well enough though, and has given the occasional word of encouragement when you aren't so certain about your relationship.

And then there's his brother.

Hanzo is, to put it frankly, pretty hard to read, and you don't actually see him too often, but the times he is around... you're not sure if he judges everyone the way he seems to be judging you, or if it's just a bad case of resting bitch face, but either way it's not the most comfortable of interactions. But you put on a smile since Genji's always around when Hanzo's around, as if perhaps he's a little worried about how Hanzo might act without him around. Or how you might act.

But the way he takes off his helmet as soon as you're alone with him, takes a deep breath and sighs in relief? That alone is worth all the trouble that comes with being his partner.

... Okay maybe it's about the kisses and the sex too. He is pretty damn good at those. They're certainly nothing to complain about, that's for certain. And there's also something to be said for the way he says your name, like he's treasuring every letter of it before it leaves his mouth. Plus those beautiful eyes, always changing colors, full of adoration when he thinks you aren't looking? Just perfect. Hard not to be absolutely smitten when he's such a gentleman at all the right moments, too.

Of course, you're smitten right now with his head in your lap, hands brushing through the short green locks whose color he maintains so meticulously. It's a wonder he can keep it so soft still with all that coloring...

Though he's half asleep it seems, he still opens his eyes when your petting pauses, bright green to match his hair looking up at you curiously. "Getting tired?"

"Hm? Oh, no. Just got lost in thought is all."

"I see. And what were you thinking about?"

You pause for a moment, then shrug a little. "Not much, really. Just about how things have been lately."

He tilts his head a little in return, closing his eyes as you return to your petting. "How do you feel about it?"

"Well... worried about Null Sector, and all the other things going on right now, but also... happy? To be with you, and knowing you and Overwatch are working hard to stop all the bad things."

A smile tugs at his mouth, a bit lopsided thanks to one of his scars, and it makes you smile a bit as well. "We are doing our best, I promise. I would spend more time with you were it not for those things..."

"I can be patient. Being a hero is hard work, I get it!"

This time Genji laughs quietly, reaching up without even opening his eyes to let his fingers graze over your cheek. You lean into the touch, sighing. Moments like these are too far apart; you have to savor every second that slips by.

"I hope it is not too much of a burden to bear."

"Of course not! I just wish I could do more for you." It can be a struggle having to sit on the sidelines while he's out there risking his neck to save people and stop Null Sector.

His fingers catch on your jaw and guide you into leaning down, close enough for an upside down kiss that you're happy to give him. Once you've had your fill you start to pull back, but his hand has you remaining close enough to feel his breath tickle your skin as he says, "This is more than enough, to have you by my side."

"Then I guess I'll just have to stay here."

Another soft kiss, and then you're free to straighten up this time, taking his hand in yours while the other returns to combing his hair. Genji has his eyes closed again, but he's smiling as he lies there and you're pretty sure he won't drift off as easily this time.

Not easy being his partner, sure. But these moments make every oddity and issue absolutely worth it.

Hi! So I'd like to request (if you want too) headcanons of Hazard and reader having a hard-core flirting thing going on. But neither is making a move and everyone's like bro KISS ALREADY-

You can decide who makes the first move!

(Also I love ur writing I need more of this man)

What it would be like to hardcore flirt with Hazard (JUST MAKE OUT ALREADY)

General Dynamic

- Hazard and you are constantly locking eyes in conversations, but instead of looking away, they hold the gaze with a subtle smirk or eyebrow raise. It leaves everyone in the room feeling like a third wheel.

- Their banter is razor-sharp but never truly mean—it's like a game of verbal chicken where both are testing how far they can push before it gets real.

- Leaning too close while explaining something, brushing fingers when handing over items, or Hazard casually putting your hair behind your ear because “it bothered him”.

- Hazard calls Reader things like “sweetheart” and “hotshot” while Reader shoots back with “tough guy” and “Spiked for brains”. The nicknames become progressively flirtier over time.

Group Reactions

- Mutual friends and even the Phreaks are so done with it. Constant comments like, *“Will you two just kiss already?”* or blatant matchmaking attempts at group events.

- Hazard will throw a “don't wait up" as Reader leaves the room just to rile everyone up. Reader, unfazed, winks and says, "You wish."

- The group starts theorizing that the prolonged flirting is some kind of elaborate prank or game they're playing with each other.

Hazard’s Style

- Hazard loves to lean in close when talking, with that trademark smirk, and then back away *just* as it seems like he might actually say something meaningful.

- Occasionally, Hazard lets the guard down—just for a second—saying something like, *“You’re not as bad as I thought you were,”* before immediately covering it up with a laugh.

- Hazard steps in when needed, whether it’s someone hitting on Reader or a dangerous situation, but plays it cool after, with a casual, *“Can’t let anything happen to my favorite rival, can I?”*

Your Moves

- You play the game just as well, but occasionally stumbles over a quip when Hazard’s intensity catches them off guard.

- After you found out that Hazard likes to be praise, you tend to sneak in small praises like “You’re annoyingly good at this, y’know?” which Hazard always catches and turns into a smug grin or if you catch him guard…you’ll just see a freshly made tomato :].

- You LOVE to outdo Hazard just to see that spark of competitive fire in his eyes—whether it’s in training, arguments, casual bets or just to see how much flustered can you get him before he breaks.

- Speaking of breaking first, one night, when the teasing’s gone too far, Hazard corners you, smirks, and plants one hand against the wall beside your head. "Ye’ve been dancin’ ‘round this for long enough” he says, his voice low, laced with that distinct Scottish lilt. You raise an eyebrow, trying to hold your ground despite the way his words send a shiver down your spine. “Oh, do you? Go on, Hazard, enlighten me." His smirk deepens, and he leans in, his breath warm against your ear. "Ye want me tae make the first move. Admit it, lass." You let out a scoff, though your voice wavers slightly. "Big words for someone who’s been as scared to do it as me." Hazard pulls back just enough to meet your eyes, his teasing smirk softening into something sharper, more determined. "If ye think I’m scared, ye dinnae ken me at all." Before you can fire back, he closes the gap, catching your lips in a kiss that's rough and unrestrained, like he’s been holding back for far too long. When he finally pulls away, his breath mingling with yours, he grins, his accent thick and dripping with smugness, "Told ye I’d be the one tae break first." You grab the front of his jacket, pulling him closer, a smirk of their own spreading across their face, "Don’t get cocky, Hazard. This isn’t over yet." And just like that, the tension snaps, the teasing taking on a fiery, new intensity.

I am part of the 18% who play as Femshep.

─── Hazard Relationship Headcanons ˙ ♡ ̟

✰ Summary ; A few headcanons of being in a relationship with Hazard from Overwatch.

✰ Pairing ; Findlay “Hazard” Docherty x GN Reader.

✰ Content Warnings ; N/A.

✰ Word Count ; N/A.

✰ Author’s Notes ; As a disabled person, I WILL project, because it’s SO refreshing seeing disability representation.

✦ Even with a demeanor like his, he’s actually a big sweetheart, and he gets flustered quite easy, especially when it comes to you.

✦ His love languages are quality time and gift giving. He loves spending time with you, and seeing your face light up when he gives you something he picked out specifically for you.

✦ Definitely protective as hell—like good lord this man has been through so much already, he’s gonna fight for you.

✦ Touchy. Even though most of his limbs are prosthetic, he’ll often use his left hand to hold yours, just to know you’re there, and it comforts him.

✦ He likes nights in, while he adores going out and causing chaos, he also enjoys slow nights and maybe a few movies—he’ll let you pick them out, just as long as he gets time with you.

✦ Insecure about his prosthetics—he’ll ask you for reassurance a lot.

✦ I’m here to spread the chronic pain agenda, this boy hurts a lot. Most of his body is metallic material, he’s constantly in pain, so when he gets home after a long day of being out, he’ll be happy to collapse on his bed and hold you while he tells you about his day and you talk about whatever; he just loves to listen to you.

✦ On the topic of chronic pain and Hazard, there’ll be days he shuts down, and will be outta commission for a while, during those days he’d rather stay in and rest, and he absolutely adores if you stay with him.

✦ Sentimental, cherishes anything he receives from you, loves every moment he has with you, adores you and admires you, loves you so preciously.