Sugar Bomb

Pairing: Findlay 'Hazard' Docherty x Fem!Reader

Description: After months of dancing around each other, you and Hazard come to one last draw before your inevitable departure.

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Chapter 7

Early February morning, the snow has partly melted by now. Out on the second-story balcony, the vapor coming from your coffee isn’t the only visible steam. Your breath is as well, it comes out in puffs before rising above your head and dissipating.

The air is crisp and refreshing, the sky is clear and the sun is shining brightly. For a moment, you close your eyes and let the rays warm your frozen, runny nose.

The coffee mug is scalding against your chest, it’s comforting, brings you solace and helps you think clearly about the conversation that is to come. You rest against the railing of the balcony, taking in the city beyond, Maisie is sniffling at your feet, already walked and fed because that’s the first thing you do in the morning, even before showering.

Your feet are cold despite the thick woolen socks and slippers you have on. You think it is what it is and decide to just live with it, your extremities have always been cold during the winter.

The sliding door behind you opens and you look back to see Findlay’s disheveled form standing there, rubbing the sleep from his eyes. He yawns and stretches, the thick muscles under his tank top flexing and expanding, it’s a sight to behold for sure, but sadly you won’t be a witness to it for much longer. And he’s never cold, a part of you has always been jealous of that trait of his.

“Hey.” You call softly, voice still heavy with sleep. You keep your eyes on him for a bit longer before turning them back to the city.

“Ey.” He responds in kind and comes to your side, your elbows collide when he leans on the railing next to you, following your gaze towards the cluster of skyscrapers in the distance. There’s a brief moment of silence before he asks. “Is everything a’right? Ah didn’t expect you leavin’ a note f’ me out of all people.”

You take your time sipping coffee before speaking up again.

“Yeah, sorry. Didn’t mean to worry you. Just wanted to talk in private.”

Deep, steady breath and a calm mind were how you were going to get through this encounter. You just had to stay level-headed, that’s all, be friendly but keep him at arm’s length, for both your sakes.

“Was this about?” He doesn’t even seem bothered that stray snowflakes are falling on his bare shoulders, meanwhile, you’re shaking, but whether that’s from the cold or from anxiety is uncertain.

You take a breath, then another, then finally manage to string together the words.

“I found a place.” You begin and glance at him anxiously. “Y’know, to move into and finally stop being a freeloader here.” He doesn’t react and you take it as a bad sign so you continue, trying to lighten the already heavy atmosphere. “It’s already furnished so I won’t be stealing any of your things.”

“You can take wha’ever you wont, you know I don’t care.” He rasps, you hear the strain surging in his voice, the pebble stuck in his throat, the weight suddenly pressing down on his chest, a weight you had just put there. “You can take the whole place wi’cha, if y’ wanted. Still won’t care.”

“Fin…”

“Why?” You stiffen at his question, the rawness of his tone, the betrayal he’s trying to hide but is still so visible in those honeyed eyes you’ve come to love. It’s painful to watch him at a loss, not knowing how to combat your decision and ultimately having to let you go.

He looks like he’s been slapped.

You’d been preparing for this talk for days and it was hard for you, you couldn’t imagine what it was like for him. But you were set on your words, you couldn’t stay any longer, you didn’t want to.

“Because – ”

“ – Is someone botherin’ you?” He finally turns to face you. “Did someone do someth’n t’ you? Y’ can tell me, I always listen.”

“No, it’s not that.” You avert your eyes and stare into the blackness of your coffee instead, trying to find the right words in the murky caffeinated water. “Of course, nobody’s done anything, I love you all like family.”

A breeze blows past and manages to force a shiver up your spine. His first thought was to take you in his arms and bade the cold away, but just as abruptly as his hands lifted to reach for you, they fell back to his sides.

You wanted to cry… protest and have him continue, tell you that everything was going to be okay and that he’d take care of things like he always did. But now wasn’t the time for weakness. Because the hug would end, then he’d ruffle your hair and leave, nothing more. He wouldn’t hold you like a lover but like a sibling, a friend.

And you didn’t want to leave. You had to.

“Wot is it then? Yer room? Too small?” He asks abruptly, wracking his brain and trying to figure out your reasoning while simultaneously coming up with solutions. Anything to keep you from leaving him. He couldn’t bear the thought, not after everything. He’d move with you if it weren’t for his family depending on him, he didn’t care where in the world he was as long as it was with you. “You can have mine, Ah don’t care.”

You shake your head and his world shatters a little bit more.

“No. Fin, please listen to me.”

“Why den? Why leave?” He’s at a loss, completely forgetting that you can speak for yourself and he doesn’t need to play a guessing game. So he goes quiet and stares at you pleadingly, ignoring the ache in his chest and focusing solely on you.

“Please…Please, tell me what’s wrong…”

You take one last stressed sip of your coffee and set it down before turning to him properly, no longer leaning on the railing but instead facing each other in your full stature.

He at least deserved a proper reason and to look him in the eyes when you giving it.

“Because it’s not right to stay.” You say, then motion towards your chest as your brows knit together, an angsty expression bittering your features. “I don’t benefit you guys in any way. The best I can do is make food and clean up, help you with some tasks and run errands. I don’t fit in here. I’m not phreak, I don’t have any skills.”

Even in dire moments like these, you’re still so pretty to him. His little angel…

The way the sunrays cascade over your form, giving you an otherworldly glow, it takes his breath away and balms over his turbulent feelings and racing thoughts.

You always did have a way of soothing him. Soft words and gentle touches, that’s how you were, those are some of the many things that made you perfect in his eyes. Always caring for others, especially him who’s been alone in shouldering the unfairness of the world for so long.

“That never mattered.” He shoots back with confidence this time because it’s true. You’ve been a vital part of their team since you first came to join them. It didn’t matter that you weren’t a skilled hacker or couldn’t shoot a gun. Civilians had their own set of irreplaceable skills. Even if all you wanted to do was be Maisie’s sitter, you’d still be doing more than enough. “We all love you, we do. Couldn’t have made it dis far without ya.”

“Findlay…”

Why did he have to fight back so hard? Why couldn’t he just make things easy on you? You were already suffering with regret and the agony of separation before you’d even left, and seeing him this desperate, this sincere in trying to keep you from slipping away was just adding salt to the wound.

You wanted to hug him close and coo at him until he was calmed, tell him that this wasn’t goodbye forever. You’d come to visit, have dinners as a family again, take walks with Maisie and him, just the three of you. You just wouldn’t be constantly around.

That’s all. It wasn’t that serious, you weren’t moving to another city.

“So is not just tha’ then.” He scoffs to himself, rips his eyes off you to stare into nothingness. “Someone did do somethin’.” There’s a brief pause before his gaze rises again to meet yours, you see the bleak fire within it, still the combative spirit persists, refuses to let you go without a good tussle. “Tell me who, I’ll have a talk with ‘em, can resolve this right now.”

“No…” you rub at your eyes to massage away the tears.

You couldn’t tell him. You couldn’t.

It wasn’t his fault, it was yours. You’d fallen for him, not the other way around.

“What then? Why d’ ya wanna leave so badly?” His anguished, sullen words are like razors to your neck. You can’t breathe properly anymore. The sobs are beating down on your throat and you can’t fight them off for much longer.

“I – ”

“ – Don’ leave.” He says, begs you as much as a man of his character and ssize can. Your knees weaken at his pleads and you bite down viciously on your bottom lip to keep from breaking down completely. “You cannae leave me. Won’t let you.” He takes your hands in his, sucks in a long inhale and pulls you a bit closer, shielding you from the glare of the sun, from the cold, from the world, everything. “Please. Stay.”

You’re crumbling in front of him as he stands there silently and lets you speak. Mentally drained and emotionally at the brink, yet you refuse to let go of his hands and that’s enough to tell him that you don’t want to leave, but something is making you. And the worst part is that you refuse to tell him to keep him unburdened while you take on all of the weight and try to carry it away with you silently.

A part of him is enraged by this. How dare you try to take all the blame and let him demonize you for simply wanting to abandon him? How dare you take his job of carrying the hefty loads? He was the strong one, he was the tank, he was the shield that was supposed to separate you from all danger and problems.

He’d failed you…

He couldn’t stand it…

“I just…I can’t do this anymore, Fin.”

His thoughts come to a screeching halt.

“Do wha’?”

“This!” You let go of one of him long enough to motion between the two of you. “Whatever this is, whatever we are. I just… I can’t…”

He’s almost relieved to hear you confess your woes finally.

“Tha’s it?” He quirks a brow and you see the strain in his shoulders vanish. “Okey, aye I get it.” He rubs at the stubble on his chin, presumably in thought, but not really. The answer to your problem was right there. “I’s no problem. I’ll leave ya alone. Won’t hear a peep from me.” Despite the rejection that had been thrown in his face, he smiles wide. If this meant keeping you, he was willing to sacrifice. “Should’a said something earlier, lass. I just thought you – ”

“ – No!” You protest, yell nearly loud enough to wake up everyone still asleep. You want to rip your hair out with how exasperatingly daft he is. “You don’t get it!” You grip the straps of his tanktop, then tear your hands away from him only to hug yourself out of frustration. “I want – I – ”

This is the perfect moment, but again you’re left with a lump at the base of your mouth, a lock on your tongue, unable to speak the words. Beyond desperate to explain, you do the only other thing you can think of, you act before your self-sabotaging mind has a chance to talk you out of it.

You kiss him.

Stand high on your toes, pull him down by the neck, and link your lips to his. It’s a brief kiss, a sloppy and uncoordinated one, your mouths don’t even fit together properly.

Gasping for air, you pull away as abruptly as you’d leaned in and search his eyes for anything to hint at rejection.

He’d not done anything when you’d locked lips, hadn’t reeled back, but hadn’t reciprocated either so you were left in a standstill until he made up his mind.

He stares at you dumbly with his mouth agape and eyes wide and unblinking.

A minute passes and the doubt is already munching at your sanity. However, then you’re unceremoniously picked up and hoisted against his broad chest. He guides your legs to wrap around his toned torso, has your arms locked around his neck and mapping out what skin you can reach as he molds his lips back to yours. You feel your back being gently pressed into a wall to make sure you had support on both ends.

A meek mewl slips past you and his reply is a pleased grunt as he rubs needy patterns into your thighs.

He pushes his tongue past your teeth and twirls it around yours, beckoning you to play. The muffled moan that erupts from you is music to his ears, a noise unparalleled by anything he’s ever heard in his life. He presses harder against you, squishing you between his warm chest and the cold wall behind so there’s nowhere for you to run anymore. This was it, you were stuck with him now.

No more running, no more denying, no more beating around the bush.

He was certain now that you wanted him as much as he’d wanted you and he’d not let anything stand between you anymore.

And to think this was why you’d wanted to leave…

His baby stubble grazes your skin deliciously, a single compliment from you months ago and he’d started keeping it instead of shaving it off every morning.

He kisses you with suffocating need, bruising your lips and making them swell as he nips and licks and tastes, and explores every inch of your mouth. He indulges himself, gives into you like you’re a peace of Heaven on Earth, a sinful delight that’s been dangling before him for months, just out of reach.

The skin on his back ripples to life under your touch, awakens into eager goosebumps that you ghost over with flattened palms. You cross your ankles over his waist, your toes curling in delight the longer he smothers your mouth with his own.

A thin trail of saliva still connects you when Hazard pulls away long enough to take a breath before diving for your neck. You lean your head back willingly, rest your crown against the cement wall and crane your neck to the side to give him more room to explore. Your thighs begin to quiver when you feel his sharp canines grazing over your sensitive skin. His tongue works wonders into your flesh, makes you both giggle and choke on moans, completely forgetting about the cold or the exposure.

“Findlay…” You wail weakly, then gasp when he automatically bucks into you, spurred on by the call of his name. Sparks fly behind your lids and you rake your nails over his shoulders, riling him up even more.

“Shite…” He groans and struggles for air as his grip on your legs tightens. “Don’t do tha’, luv.”

“Why?” You question dumbly, too drunk on him to truly care for the answer. All you want is to keep feeling him, keep hearing his voice, and smelling his scent.

“Makes me go wild.”

You laugh out an apology, note the grin, the widest one you’ve ever seen, listen to him pant heavily through his nose and rest his forehead against your collarbones as he comes down from his high.

“I love you…” You blurt out and thump a fist weakly against his back. Your legs untangle from his waist without your consent, but every muscle in your body has turned to jello and you’re given no choice. You’ve turned to mush in his brutish embrace and you’d have it no other way. “You moron…I love you so much…”

It comes out so easily now like you’ve been saying it forever. It’s smooth on your tongue, feels right, deserved.

“I thought..” He chuckles, shaking his head in disbelief and the tips of his hair tickle your nose.

“You thought wrong.” You’re all too eager to interject, cutting off whatever idiotic, self-detrimental bullshit he was about to spit out.

Hazard brings his gaze away from the soft comfort of your sweater, and watches you from beneath his brows as the passion darkening his features morphs into the gentlest love. He readjusts, gives you a bit more movement space, but has no intention of letting you go. His hands are still palming at your legs, you can feel the heat coming off them and seeping over your skin even through the thick leggings hugging your thighs.

“Cannae blame me.” He says softly, words only meant for your ears. And despite the twinge of a joking tone, you know he’s serious, that he doesn’t think very highly of himself in terms of appearance. “Who’d wanna wake up t’ this ugly mug every mornin’.?”

It’s sad to think he’s been denying you and himself for so long because of self-doubt, thinking that you deserve better, that you should find better. Someone who has a stable life, can provide you with comfort instead of dragging you into a war and offer you a safe and calm life. Someone who didn’t have half his body replaced by cybernetics, a man fully human who wasn’t littered with battle scars.

“I would.” You combat tenderly and glide your hands down until they’re resting over the steady beat of his heart. “I want this.” You tap his forehead next. “And this. Everything that’s you, I want, Fin.”

“Don’t deserve a pre’y bird like you.”

It’s a compliment for you and an insult towards him, it’s unbearable to hear such bitter-sweetness. You press the cushions of your thumbs against his lips to shush him.

“None of that, please.”

He kisses you then, having forgotten for a moment that now he was free to do that whenever he wanted. The puppy love flares, lashes out, needing more of your essence on him. He wanted to have a piece of you always with him, hell, he’d carry you around in his pocket if that was an option, show you off to anyone who crossed his path.

You smile in contentment against him, cling to him with one arm as your free hand travels up to comb through the soft tuft of hair you’d helped him bleach not too long ago.

Serenity isn’t something you take lightly, you know it’s a gift to feel at peace, and he’s brought you so much of that this morning. You caress his cheek, both look over and trace his features with the tips of your fingers, committing every dip and line to memory.

He stands still for you, closes his eyes, and leans into your touch like a man who’s never been touched with tenderness before, never been handled with care.

Your very own hazardous beast turned pet by a drop of affection. It was as cute as it was tragic.

He deserved so much more. He deserved the world.

“Whenever we were together.” You begin, drawing his attention from studying your kiss-bruised lips to your eyes where he lets himself get lost. You shake your head at the confession, nearly cringing, but it was only natural, for which couple didn’t have their cringe-worthy moments? “Outside that is, running errands. I’d always watch you closely to see which women you’d look at. Wanted to know what you fancied.” It’s a silly little confession, but you want him to know, you want him to know everything about you, be your lager of sorts and from the way he’s focused all his concentration on you, you can tell he’s more than willing to be put to the task. So a smile etches itself onto your winter-chilled features and you continue. “But you never looked at anyone…I had to guess what you liked.”

The answer is simple in his mind, he spits it out without even having to think it through.

“Da’s cuz I only got eyes fer you, daftie.” He shrugs as if his words didn’t melt your core and nearly give you baby fever. “Don’t need ta be lookin’ at other birds.”

It’s been such a long game of denial and restraint and now that all cards have been laid face up on the table, you’re not sure what follows. You didn’t expect things to turn out as they did, the bags in your room were ready for departure, you’d thought this morning would be goodbye.

You kick your feet nonchalantly, still propped up several feet above the floor. He holds you as if you weigh nothing and compared to his usual load, you probably don’t.

“What do we do now?” Is the only thing you can muster to ask next, looking to Hazard for guidance as if he wasn’t just as lost as you were.

Mischief twinkles in his honeyed orbs, a certain thought pulls a smirk onto his lips before he answers:

“Shag.”

“Findlay!” You exclaim. You’re mortified while he just laughs. Anticipation makes your skin tingle. The image of peeling off his clothes and witnessing everything you’ve only dreamed of is both nerve-wracking and enticing. But his choice of words couldn’t have been more unattractive, he went straight to the point though.

“I don’t shag.” You say and cup his face gently, rub your thumbs over his cheeks and smooth down his cocky smirk. You make sure to catch his eyes and draw his attention out of its bubble of lewd images. “I make love.”

He blinks blankly at that, processing your statement, before showering you with suffocating pecks. He leaves no surface untended in his kiss crusade. You fight him off weakly, turning your head this way and that, eyes squinted shut at his loving assault.

His excitement is unmatched, he’s like a pup at a pet store.

When he’s satisfied with his work and you’re left visibly breathless, he pulls back.

“Le’s get some breakfast first doe, ‘m starvin’.”

<<< Chapter 6

Masterlist

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The cool night air brushed against your skin as you stood at the edge, the city sprawling before you like a sea of stars, distant and flickering. You inhaled deeply, feeling the weight of the moment in the quiet, as if everything around you had paused to listen.

For the first time in a while, you felt calm, and maybe even a little vulnerable. It was just you and Hazard, standing together in a place that seemed untouched by time. You could feel the heat from his body not far from yours, but it wasn’t intrusive. It was... comforting.

“So…” he began, his voice breaking the stillness. “Why do ye always turn me doon when I try to get ye to meet up?”

You shifted uncomfortably, the question catching you off guard. You had known it was coming, but the words felt heavier than you anticipated. “It’s not just because I’m busy…" you admitted slowly, turning your gaze back to the city below. "I think I just... don’t do well with people. Especially when were getting close as we are…?”

Hazard watched you with an unreadable expression, his cybernetic hand resting on the railing. “People are hard” he said, his voice gentle. “But sometimes, they’re worth the risk.”

You laughed bitterly, the sound hollow in the stillness. “Maybe. But after everything... I just don’t trust easily. Two of my exes used me for fame, and the other... they were never really there for me. It’s hard to even want to try again.”

There was a long pause. Hazard didn’t say anything right away. He just studied you quietly, and when he spoke, his voice was soft. “Ye’re not the problem. Those arseholes who used ye… they’re the ones who missed oot.”

Your chest tightened at the sincerity in his words. He sounded so sure, and it made you feel... something. Something you hadn’t allowed yourself to feel in a long time. “You really think that?”

He nodded, his eyes not leaving yours. “I dae. Ye’ve got somethin’ special, somethin’ they couldn’t see. And that’s their loss.”

For a moment, neither of you spoke. The city stretched out before you, the world a blur of distant lights. But despite the distance of everything around you, in that moment, you felt close. Vulnerable, even.

Hazard broke the silence after a long pause, his voice low, almost hesitant. “Ye’re not the only one with a messed-up past, ye know.”

You turned to him, surprised by the change in tone. He wasn’t meeting your eyes now. His gaze was fixed on the railing, his fingers absentmindedly tracing the cold metal.

“My arm, my legs... they weren’t always like this” he continued, his words slow, deliberate. “I was caught in a collapse during a mission. I didn’t think I’d make it oot. But I did. Just... not the same.”

Your heart sank, and you instinctively stepped closer, wanting to comfort him. But before you could speak, he held up a hand, shaking his head lightly. “I’m no’ tellin’ ye this for pity. I’m just... tryin’ to say that I get it. I know what it’s like to feel like ye’re no’ enough. To feel like things arenae ever gonna get better.”

You swallowed, the weight of his words sinking in. “Hazard...”

He cut you off, his voice suddenly more guarded. “But I got through it. And I think ye can, too you’re much more than ye let on and i think thats what i like— ADMIRE from ye.” He turned his head, as if trying to shake off the vulnerability of the moment. “Anyway, let not talk about that, We’re here, right? Let’s just enjoy the view.”

His attempt at a lighthearted shift was clear, but it didn’t go unnoticed. The way his voice faltered, the slight hesitation in his movements—it was as if he had almost said something else. Almost.

You watched him carefully, but he quickly straightened up, his usual confident smirk returning. “Right. Enjoy the view.”

You nodded, though a part of you could feel the shift in the air, a crack in the facade he so often wore. Your heart pounded in your chest as you realized he had almost said something more. Something deeper. But now, there was only the quiet hum of the city, and the feeling that there was something more between the two of you—something unspoken but undeniable.

But Just as you were about to speak again, the sound of paws scuffling along the rooftop interrupted you. Hazard looked over his shoulder, a soft smile crossing his face.

"Alright, enough of all this heavy stuff" he said, pushing off from the railing. “I’ve got someone’ I’ve been meaning to show ye.”

You raised an eyebrow, about to ask what he meant, but before you could, a small, fluffy blur bounded around the corner and rushed toward you. The little dog’s tail wagged furiously as it jumped up to greet you, barely able to contain its excitement.

"Meet Massie" Hazard said with a chuckle, stepping aside as the dog pranced over.

Massie, with her scruffy coat of black and brown fur, looked up at you with big, eager eyes. You crouched down, a smile forming on your face as the dog sniffed at you excitedly, her small frame bouncing around your legs.

"Whoa, hey there!" you laughed, reaching down to pet her. Massie’s happy yips filled the air, and you couldn’t help but feel lighter as the dog licked your hand, looking up at you with pure joy.

“She’s a bit of a handful” Hazard admitted, watching you interact with Massie. “But she’s good company. Keeps me grounded.”

You looked up at Hazard, grinning. “I can see that. She’s adorable.”

“Yeah, she’s been with me for a while” Hazard said, a softer tone slipping into his voice. “I got her after everything happened. She’s been the one thing that never judged me—just... kept me company when I needed it most.”

Massie, oblivious to the deeper meaning behind Hazard’s words, wiggled in your lap as you scratched behind her ears. “She’s definitely good at that” you said, feeling the warmth of the moment settle over you.

“Y’know” Hazard added, his voice low, “Maybe this is what I needed, too. Somethin’ simple. Nothin’ complicated.”

You nodded, your fingers still gently brushing Massie’s fur. “I think I needed this too.”

As Massie snuggled in closer, her playful energy filling the space between you, you realized that the night had shifted in ways you hadn’t expected. You were no longer standing on the edge of something unsure. You were here, in this moment, with Hazard, and for the first time in a long while, you didn’t feel alone.

You met his eyes, a small smile tugging at the corner of your lips. “I think I could get used to this.”

Hazard raised an eyebrow, a playful glint in his eyes. “Just watch out. Massie’ll steal your heart before ye know it.”

You laughed, Massie’s tail thumping against your leg. “I’m starting to see that.”

And with that, the quiet comfort of the night settled around you, the hum of the city below and Massie’s soft panting the only sounds. Hazard’s presence was steady beside you, and for the first time, it felt like maybe—just maybe—this could be the start of something new. Something worth waiting for.

It was almost too much to process, but for once, you didn’t feel like running.

Not yet.

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florence-castle

2 years ago

In this household we validate bayverse Optimus Prime's PTSD and support him💙💙💙

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florence-castle

1 month ago

Well, it's been a minute soo. . .

Here is My Movie Sonamy Headcanon (Part 2)✨

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How they go on dates?

They sneak out ofc! (Ok so just hear me out!)

So, since they are basically teenagers, I feel that it would make sense cuz they know Tom and Maddie wouldn't let them out too late at night

Also I like to think that they are keeping their relationship a secret from Tom and Maddie since they feel too nervous to do so (also for fun cuz again, teenagers) and only Tails and Knuckles know ofc. So Sonic and Amy like to wait till everyone is asleep, and they go out on whatever they have planned for their date that night. And ofc they come back home late at night and yes they both become very tired in the morning, they use the excuse of hedgehogs being nocturnal (which is true for real hedgehogs btw) and with Tails and Knuckles help, they don't get caught.

But it brings the question Will they tell Tom and Maddie that they are dating?

Yes, but when they are a bit older but they will leave out the fact that they were dating for years by then

And that's another Movie Sonamy headcanon

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florence-castle

9 months ago

"He shot me. With my own gun! And he's STILL. HERE."

"Crow is not Uldren."

"Just like I'm not Cayde."

“I see you still have Ace.” A voice coos, floating to the left of the guardian,

The guardian haulted at the familiar voice, a shadow that claimed their friends voice to turn them into twisted malice to torment.

The guardian took a deep breath trying to steady themselves. Continuing on through the depths of the Leviathan. To hunt down and put an end to the floating faces.

The nightmare of Cayde 6 hovered beside the Guardian, watching them move through the Leviathan. It made a point to make as much noise as possible, so that it could get under the guardians skin.

It watched them silently before speaking. “So you’re not going to address me at all?” it asked, its voice tinged with a hint of annoyance.

The guardian kept walking. Trying to push through the shadows taunts. "It's not Cayde-" They mutter softly. Mostly to remind themselves,

It chuckled at the Guardian's muttering. "And how do you know that?" The shadow asked, floating right in front of the guardian cutting them off.

It leaned in close to the Guardian's face. "What makes you so sure that I'm not him?" It asks with a familiar smirk,

The guardian glanced up meeting its red optics. "Caydes dead." Moving passed the nightmare uneasily. Just trying to focus on the task at hand, praying the shadow would go away.

The nightmare chuckled at the Guardians attempt to ignore him, moving back behind them, continuing to taunt.

"Such conviction. So sure of yourself that you know the truth." It mused. "But is it really the truth?" It said, suddenly appearing in front of them again, stopping them from moving.

It leaned in close enough, almost enough to touch. "Or is it a lie to ease your conscience..." It whispered softly. "Because there's one problem you failed to address.."

The guardian looks up silently. Their fists clenching and unclenching uneasily. Remaining silently for a few moments too long. They turn their head away trying to remain composed despite their heart beating loud enough in their ears.

The nightmare could see the anxiety that was beginning to build on the Guardians face. It knew it was getting to them, which was exactly what it intended.

It chuckled darkly at their silence, “Can’t bring yourself to speak, can you?” It said, moving closer. “Come now, you used to be so talkative.” The shadow muttered sarcastically, "Here I'll give you a hint....his first name is Uldren and his last name is Sov." the shadows voice bleeds with anger.

"Crow is not Uldren." The guardian mutters quietly. Their composure failing as they hesitantly step back,

The nightmare laughs at their words, "Oh, so you do speak." The shadow says in a condescending tone.

It steps closer, its body practically touching the Guardian's now. "You really think that by giving him a new name changes who he is?" It sneers, "he's still the same person that killed me, that took my life!" It says, itss voice becoming more sinister. It shifted away before turning back,

"That's what you tell yourself isn't it?" The nightmare replied, following them. "You say he's not Uldren anymore, that he's a different person. But the question is, do you really believe that?" The shadow questioned, towering over the guardian menacingly.

The guardian stumbled backwards staring up at the nightmare their eyes widened. "Hes-"

The shadow was quick, and grabbed the Guardian by the collar of their armor and yanked them closer. It gripped their armor with a tight grasp and held them up in front of its face, "He's what?" The nightmare said, its eyes flashed red. “Finish the sentence."

The guardian stiffened at The Shadows hold. "Hes not Uldren- he-" They stammered out.

The Guardians answer caused the nightmare to grip tighter on their collar, "He’s not Uldren you say? Then who is he?” The shadow demanded in harsh tone. It leaned in closer to the Guardians face. “Answer me! He used my own gun to kill me and he's STILL. HERE." It seethed angrily.

The shadow threw the guardian down and scoffed. Vanishing into the darkness leaving them to stew in their thoughts.

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florence-castle

1 year ago

I like your headcanons. Can I be self-indulgent and ask for headcanons of married life with Soldier 76? (I'd like male!reader, but idk if the gender will even really come up much in this topic lol)

thanks<3 This is the last fic of the night. I've been trying to clear my asks lololol. The last one in there is vex vax and percy, so if thats not your's, i have politely rejected your idea. Sorry, i love you for asking anyway!!<3

Soldier 76 x Reader

Warnings - none

I Like Your Headcanons. Can I Be Self-indulgent And Ask For Headcanons Of Married Life With Soldier 76?

"Husband76", Soldier 76 x Reader

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oh my gosh oh my gosh oh my goshh

As a worker of overwatch, you were usually scheduled with him for missions when you two first met

When they realized you two worked well together, you were paired up VERY often

to the point where there was teasing towards the both of you

"You sure that's not your 'honey munchkin scurdel'?"

they would say anything to embarrass him its crazy

that implies that they totally knew he had heart eyes for you from the start

he didn't even tell them is the worst part

he just follows you around like a lost puppy

BUT enough of that

MARRIED life??

so so sweet.

yeah you guys are totally old working in an army

but the moments alone at home?

it makes an eternity seem like bliss

he really likes to hug you from behind and bury his face into the nook of your neck

so expect to feel his bristle beard a LOT

his voice is still totally dead, but the words that glide of that tongue? pure sugar.

"Are you okay, dear?"

"Hey."

"You always look amazing. Your beauty never left you from the day I first laid eyes on you."

"Did you need something?"

All of that was said with a smile on his face.

A pure, sappy, genuine smile

he literally smiles whenever he sees you

rizz76

you are his SUN

you go out, he goes out

At headquarters, the teasing died down, but the sound of the younger overwatch members cooing at you got 10x louder

"Aww it's 76 and 77 again! How are you two?"

just smile and wave

You two are definitely called relationship goals constantly

"I wish my boyfriend treated me like that."

(^said after Jack literally does anything romantically standard to you)

They all have low standards

(Save them)

He'd buy you anything you looked at.

Saw something in a window you pointed out?

whatever holiday is closest, he buys it for your gift.

even if it's just april fools.

"April fools!"

"Jack this isn't what you get someone for April fools."

it followed with a laughing fit between the two of you and you thanked him for whatever you pointed out

(he does it just to see you smile)

Sleeping in the same bed will always be the right kind of warm

summer or winter he is holding you

very closely

what if someone steals you in his sleep man??

If it's too hot he turns on the AC just to hold you

hes lowkey crazy for it

old age is getting to him

maybe both of you

Expect many dates

no matter how old the two of you are, he wont ever stop being romantic to you

if you guys ever get into an argument??

He is immediately working it out with you

"Love, what's upsetting you?"

Apologizes for whatever it is

and get this

HE CHANGES

HE CHANGES IT

he LISTENS bro

one time he asked you if he could pick you up

and you said yes

and he legit carried you around everywhere bridal style for a week

hes crazy strong

romantically strong

he'd die for you before he could even think twice

which is why the two of you WILL be together until the end of the world

holds your hand CONSTANTLY.

its like the fucker is glued to you

he has really rough hands

you made him start using lotion though

not as rough anymore!!!

thank god

oh my gosh he loves u sm bro

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florence-castle

7 months ago

When You’re Feeling Sad - Cassidy, Genji, Lucio, Ramattra, Zenyatta

Pairing: Cole Cassidy x gn! reader, Genji Shimada x gn! reader, Lucio Correia dos Santos x gn! reader, Ramattra x gn! reader, Zenyatta x gn! reader

Genre: fluffy headcanons

Summary: how they would treat you when you’re feeling sad

CW: feelings of sadness, hormones, feeling down, talking about feelings, emotional intimacy, the boys trying to cheer you up in their own ways

having a bit of a rough day and I needed some fluff with my favorite boys so here we are :) kinda similar to this, but oh well

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Cassidy:

honestly isn’t great when it comes to feelings

but especially not great with his own

one of his biggest love languages is gift giving so whenever you’re sad he’ll just give you stuff

a cupcake from that place you’ve been wanting to try, a limited edition of your favorite book

he’s not against some quality time sitting down with you either

if you want to talk about your feelings, he’ll listen, but he probably won’t say much in return

not that he’s not listening, because trust me, he is

he just isn’t sure what to say and doesn’t want to risk upsetting you more

so instead he’ll respond with slight touches

a squeeze to the hand for reassurance, a kiss on the forehead

once you start to feel better, he’ll propose a pyjama party and movie marathon

and he’ll watch whatever movie you choose with a smile on his face bcs he knows it’ll make you happy

Genji:

pretty well adjusted when it comes to emotions

he learned from the best after all

insanely good listener

like can sit there and listen to you talk for hours to try and understand what you’re feeling

very good at empathising with you too

will hold your hand and rub his thumb against your palm

makes sure to keep you well hydrated and well fed

he’s not the best cook given he spent most of his youth on more important things (like being a slut)

so he’ll probably just order you your favorite takeout

he’ll tell you stories of his youth just to make you laugh even if he’s embarrassed as hell about it

makes sure you feel loved and understood because he never wants you to feel alone

Lucio:

silly little music man

he will do anything it takes to cheer you up

probably plays you a song on his guitar or something and changes lyrics to be silly/fit you

his first instinct is to always make you laugh

but he realizes that isn’t always what you need

so he’ll put the guitar away and settle down with you

grabs your hands and says something like

“let’s talk this out”

let’s you vent whatever you’re feeling (or not feeling)

and does his absolute best to listen even tho he isn’t always great at it

your ability to express emotions has always been something he’s admired about you

and is one reason why you’ll forever be his muse

and he makes sure you know it so you’ll never feel embarrassed to cry in front of him

Ramattra:

he’s an absolute brick wall when it comes to human things

but especially feelings

he can’t experience the full calibre of emotions that humans do so it’s hard for him to comprehend them

still, he hates seeing you upset and in pain, so he’ll try almost anything to cheer you up

he can’t exactly fight your feelings so he settles on a more…pacifist approach

probably asks Zen what to do lol

treads very lightly with you and is super careful not to invalidate whatever you’re feeling

goes for physical comfort before anything

wraps you up in a blanket and holds you in his lap

he’ll even put his work away and let you cuddle up to him for as long as you need

weird but I feel like he would rock you??

just something soothing he’s seen other humans do and figures it might help

it does

once you feel better he is super flustered about being so vulnerable

Zenyatta:

as soon as he notices you getting sad and mopey, he’s on it

brews you a kickass cup of tea and probably makes you some comfort food

even tho he’s an omnic he’s a surprisingly good cook

brings you a mug of tea and a steaming plate of momos and settles in bed with you

even if he can’t feel emotions to the calibre you do, he’s still an empath and hates seeing you like this

let’s you lay on his lap and relax and talk it out

probably reads one of your favourite books with you

or if you can’t focus you guys will watch something in bed

strokes your hair and talks to you in his soothing voice

will comfort you through whatever you are dealing with

whether it’s something silly or something serious, your emotions are not something he takes lightly

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florence-castle

1 year ago

Relationship Headcannons

| Reaper | Soldier:76 |

Reaper (Pre-Fall)

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Reaper (Post-Fall)

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Soldier: 76 (Pre-Fall)

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Soldier: 76 (Post-Fall)

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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florence-castle

3 years ago