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Cayde-6 practice doodles

(lol btw this is overwatch ask anon) May I suggest a solid "reacting to their s/o having a nightmare"? The contents of the nightmare aren't super important but I just love the fluff of it. Cassidy, hanzo and maybe genji? Plus anyone else you want to add (I really liked the ashe one you included on the last one btw :] )

👍 (BTW I am adding Ashe again and soldier 76)

(Btww I have so many nightmares it's not even funny😔)

Overwatch s/o has a nightmare😞

Cassidy

Immediately pulls you into him

He doesn't know what happened but he heard you scream and his mind just goes "protect y/n"

After he realizes what happened he'll comfort

If you can't sleep he'll tell you stories from when he was in Blackwatch or stories of Deadlock

He will make sure you comfortable before you go back to sleep

He'll even joke that he'll stay guard so no bad dreams get to you

Hanzo

He also has nightmares a lot

Mainly about Genji

So when he hears that you had one he goes into caring boyfriend mode

He gets you blankets, a movie, and some hot chocolate

You know comfort stuff

He will cuddle you and whispers that its okay and he's here if he feels you shivering

If your crying because of the nightmare he might panic a little bit but he handles it pretty well with more cuddles and forehead kisses

Genji

He's gotten a lot better about handling nightmares from Zenyatta

So he's got you

He'll take you outside to look at the stars and calm down

He'll also do some meditation or breathing exercises to help

If your crying he'll wipe your tears away and tell you stupid stories from when he and Hanzo were kids to make you laugh

Cause if you laugh he'll laugh and then your both giggling like psychos outside

But happy psychos

Soldier 76

Automatically panics

If you scream he'll spring up and grab his emergency gun from under the bed

When you say it was a nightmare he'll apologize

He didn't mean to overreact :(

After he calms down he'll cuddle you and read you a book he has to help

If you cry he panics and rocks you back and forth whispering in a panicked voice "don't cry its okay"

He's trying but it's kind of hard when he's on high alert from your scream

Ashe

She ALSO has an emergency gun under her pillow

When you scream she jumps up and yells "Where!?"

B.O.B also comes rushing in to see if your okay

When she sees you tear up she rushes over immediately

She hates seeing you cry and will do everything to stop it

She'll male you food or read you a book whatever you need to help calm down

If it makes you feel better she'll post B.O.B outside the room for extra measures

Whatever you need she'll get after all she leads Deadlock might as well use that title

Hope this works I'm not sure I got the personality right for hanzo but oh well I tried

can you write uhm gulps loudly uhm Genji and reader uhm gulps sharing a first kiss but Genji is a little insecure and shy because of his scars and like he doesn't want to take off his mask at first but like gulp uhm... looks around uhm I DON'T KNOW I NEED GENJI FICS!! Maybe we can even kiss his mask idk... Preferably with a fem reader!

The way you wrote this request took me OUTTT

I’ll give you some shy genji anon (˶˃⤙˂˶)🎀

Contains- kissing ( ˘ ³˘)

Rating- E for most brains

Warnings- none

Authors note- I can’t write kissing tbh, we get thru it though!

Fic starts below cut!

Unlike when he was a teen, Genji is slow with his love, being cautious to show who he is to people he didn’t fully know or trust yet. He was scared that his scars and body, or lack there of, would make the person he loved feel repulsed.

That fear still lingered in your 3rd month of dating when you had noticed him avoiding the subject of physical intimacy, or even showing you his face or body often. Whenever you’d bring it up he’d conveniently have a meeting or a mission to get ready for and avoid you for a few hours until he’d figured you’d dropped the subject.

Today you finally wanted to open the subject back up, deciding that it’d be best to ask when you both were home so you waited around for him. You lit candles in the living room and set up a bunch of blankets to ensure he’d be comfortable when he got home.

Later on he returned, tiered from the day. He instantly noticed the warm smell of the house as he took off his shoes before he joined you in the living room.

“What is all of this?” He asks, sitting on the plush couch cushion next to you, the material sinking beneath his weight. You figured it was now or never, if it was an answer you didn’t want to hear at least you’d know in stead of worrying that it was you.

“Genji- honey I know that you don’t like talking about stuff like this but I need you to listen” you start, taking his hands into yours, brushing your thumbs over his knuckles soothingly. He stiffens up, looking away from you.

“I understand if it’s just not something you want or- even like but I just want to know…” you sigh, collecting you thoughts before continuing.

“Why don’t you want to kiss me?” the words burn your throat as they come out, a slight embarrassment festering in your chest as he sat silent for a moment.

“It’s not you” he sighs, the realization of his attitude regarding the subject setting in. He does feel guilty that you’ve been waiting so long to know why but he still feels like he’s doing you a favor.

“Then what is it? I promise whatever it is I will be fine with it” you say, shifting to sit closer to him while facing him. The cold metal of his hands had slowly warmed under your touch, the coldness of his work slowly fading.

“I just… I don’t want to disgust you” he mutters, shrinking away from your warmth with a shudder. You stare at him for a moment, contemplating what he could possibly mean.

“Genji I could never be disgusted by you” you reassure, soft hands meeting the jaw of his mask, your fingers grazing the clips holding it in place. His hands quickly covered yours, a pained look in his eyes. He hated hiding from you but he could feel in his soul that you would be utterly repulsed by what you saw beneath the metal plating.

Regardless of his resistance you removed the covering, silently reassuring him with a warm smile. He closed his eyes as your hands met his tattered skin, warmth spreading over the surface.

He was shocked to say the least when he began to feel your lips pressing soft kisses on his scars, lipgloss transferring to his skin, leaving shiny residue.

“Oh Genji” you sighed, taking in his face in full as though it’d be the last time you’d see it.

“I don’t care what you look like, I’ll love you regardless” you whisper as he forces his eyes open to find a genuine smile on your face, is eyes brimming with tears that threatened to fall over his cheeks.

Without another word he leaned in and met your lips, hands shaking as he held you close. He could feel the heat of his cheeks worsening as his cheeks grew wet with tears, happy tears.

“I love you”

Florence Castle's HEROES OF CYBERTRON - Ep. 05: ELITA ONE

NOTA: Alcune immagini non sono mie, ma vengono dal sito DeviantArt. Articolo scritto da me, con l'approvazione di @jazzluca.

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PUNTATA 5: ELITA ONE, la robot guerriera per eccellenza

Fra le primissime Fembot ad apparire nell’universo dei Transformers, la più famosa è certamente ELITA ONE, che esordisce nella storica puntata Alla Ricerca di Alpha Trion come capo della resistenza Autobot contro i Decepticon su Cybertron, dopo che Optimus Prime e Megatron partirono dal pianeta per finire sulla Terra. Nel vecchio doppiaggio italiano la chiamavamo “Elita Uno”, ignorando del tutto l’etimologia effettiva del nome. Esso, infatti, rispecchia quello della sua controparte maschile sia nella pronuncia sia nel significato di “ottimo” e “primo”; più specificamente, “Elita” è un derivato di “elite”, a sua volta dal latino electa, che vuol dire “colui/colei che è stato scelto/a”. Quindi, potremmo dedurre che il nome di questa Fembot è traducibile in “La Prescelta”.

Nome a parte, ciò che ha reso famosa Elita One nella G1 (oltre a essere leader delle Femmine Autobot e una Bot che “non conosce la paura”), è il suo legame affettivo, quasi al limite del sentimentale, con Optimus Prime, nonostante tale scelta rischi di cadere nella trappola dell’incesto. Come i fan di vecchia data sanno, infatti, nell’episodio della Stagione 2 L’Alba della Guerra i due (al secolo Ariel e Orion Pax, rispettivamente) furono ricostruiti dall’anziano Alpha Trion utilizzando pressoché le stesse “componenti genetiche”, come se i due fossero fratelli ante litteram. I più, al massimo, potrebbero notare un’analogia nella mitologia antica, in quanto anche Zeus ed Era sono sì fratelli ma comunque coniugi e sovrani dell’Olimpo.

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Sfortunatamente, Elita One non conserva altre controparti omonime all’infuori della “Movie” e della breve ma intensa apparizione in Animated. Nel primo caso, è attiva più nei fumetti che nel film dove effettivamente il personaggio debutta (il secondo della saga, La Vendetta del Caduto del 2009) e, estetici omaggi G1 sul cartaceo a parte, di certo la conosciamo meglio come la motocicletta viola “sorella maggiore di Arcee e Chromia e uno degli ufficiali più stretti di Optimus Prime” del Movie-verso di Michael Bay. La versione Animated del personaggio, invece, ha l’aspetto della forma iniziale di Elita One, cioè Ariel, di cui riconosciamo la caratteristica “coda di cavallo”. Lo schema cromatico utilizzato qui è però verde acquamarina e giallo – ben diverso dal rosa e bianco del personaggio G1. Sempre per strizzare l’occhio al G1, anche questa Elita One ha un potere speciale, sebbene di natura ben diversa: “prendere in prestito” e riprodurre fedelmente le abilità altrui, il che ricorda Rogue dei supereroi mutanti X-Men della Marvel. Inoltre, secondo quanto detto da Derrick J. Wyatt, il suo altmode avrebbe dovuto essere una futuristica auto Cybertroniana (ennesima citazione dell’omo-nima G1), se almeno si fosse salvata in tempo dalla mutazione biosintetica che di lì a poco l’avrebbe trasformata in Blackarachnia (di quest’ultima parleremo in una puntata apposita).

Il suo recente ritorno, almeno tra le pagine della IDW nella saga dedicata a Windblade, la riporta ad assumere lo stesso look aggiornato e migliorato della “vecchia” G1, molto rosa e bianca ma con una caratterizzazione molto diversa all’originale, poiché in questo universo viene ritratta come una spietata tiranna e carceriera, decisamente meno femminile e dolce. Per quanto riguarda le apparizioni su schermo, invece, segnaliamo la trilogia War for Cybertron, nuova serie in onda su Netflix che ripercorre la guerra sul pianeta natale dei Transformers in salsa G1-esca e in versione quasi integrale – e quindi con un sapore completamente diverso da quello a cui eravamo abituati dai videogiochi Activision/High Moon Studios. Eccola di nuovo come capitana della Resistenza Autobot e affiancata dalla storica socia Chromia, con l’assetto vintage un po’ stilizzato e un’inedita livrea sul rosso magari per distinguerla meglio da Arcee, che anche lei ha il rosa come colore predominante.

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Ancor più infelice è il destino del personaggio nelle vesti di modellino Transformer. Per Elita One, infatti, non è mai stata prodotta alcuna figure che la rappresenti in nessuna iterazione conosciuta, neanche un modellino G1 della stessa. A omaggiare tale versione, semmai, è stato il Deluxe della linea Cybertron uscito esclusivamente per la BotCondel 2009, ma era solo un repaintdella Decepticon Thunderblast – una scelta, tutto sommato, non errata, data la forma della testa di quest’ultima molto reminiscente a quella dell’Elita One originale.

Anche la linea Movie le è stata particolarmente ostile: la Hasbro, all’epoca della linea legata al secondo film della saga, aveva più volte annunciato la presenza di questa Fembot (in classe Deluxe) assieme alle sue sorelle in modo che i fan potessero finalmente cercare di riprodurre il fantomatico Combiner che le tre motociclette avrebbero dovuto formare nella pellicola – una scena poi tagliata per ragioni tuttora sconosciute. Altrettanto ignoto è, invece, l’esclusione di Elita dalla linea principale, scatenando l’indignazione generale da parte dei fan... finché l’azienda l’ha “resuscitata” nel 2010 come repaint del Deluxe Chromia, anche se il risultato finale non soddisfaceva per nulla i più puristi, neanche la versione giapponese Takara con i colori più fedeli alla controparte cinematografica. Solo il set esclusivo dei negozi Target che la vede insieme alle altre due moto contro Sideways ridipinto ad hoc, e la figure inclusa assieme a Skids nella linea Dark of the Moon: Human Alliance del 2011 hanno in parte aggiustato il tiro. Una piccola luce in fondo al tunnel inizia a intravedersi grazie all’arrivo dei Studio Series, e in questo caso Elita One è venduta insieme alle sue sorelle moto come un trio in classe Legion, e “finalmente” col design fedele alla controparte Movie. Certo, la modalità Combiner è ancora fan-made, ma è rassicurante avere tra le mani un modellino scolpito come dovrebbe essere, seppur con dieci anni di ritardo!

Fino a oggi, per l’iconica leader delle Femmine Autobot non esisteva un effettivo modellino che la ritragga simile alla G1 o, volendo, una versione migliorata e moderna di quest’ultima. A parte l’ennesimo omaggio come carta collezionabile nel vecchio videogioco TRANSFORMERS: Legends per dispositivi mobili, in cui la si vede sì col suo look originale, ma con l’altmode di motocicletta col quale è diventata famosa (o famigerata, che dir si voglia) nella saga cinematografica di Michael Bay. Poi, finalmente, la macro-famiglia Generations ci propone non uno ma due bei modelli, un Voyager da Power of the Primes e un Deluxe da War for Cybertron: Earthrise. Purtroppo non sono stampi originali ma remold pesanti di personaggi preesistenti, ovvero quel mostro di Starscream da una parte e un’accettabile Arcee dall’altra... il che ha senso, poiché negli anni Ottanta Elita One aveva l’altmode di una quattroruote Cybertroniana. Rossa e bianca, ma pur sempre nostalgica.

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CONCLUSIONE

Per quanto relativamente ancora rare, la scelta di proporci anche dei TF femminili allarga la categoria di utenza dei fan, avvicinando il franchise sempre più alla sempre più ambita parità di genere. Non siamo più portati a vedere i robottoni come prodotti esclusivamente per ragazzi, e questo ha anche ampliato il nostro modo di vedere il loro universo. Elita One è stata la capostipite, insieme alle sue colleghe, e poi vedremo l'arrivo di Arcee nel film dell'86... insomma, anche Cybertron assomiglia sempre più alla nostra Terra. Il che è un bene, secondo me.

Arrivederci alla prossima puntata! 😘

“The question that has haunted my being has been answered: The future is not fixed. My choices are my own. And yet, how ironic, for I now find I have no choice at all! I am a warrior… let the battle be joined.”

Grave || Cayde and Chloe

(Image not mine, I got it off pinterest)

(But this is mine)

Summary: It's the anniversary of Cayde's death and Chloe remembers a song he had sang for her.

Warnings: angst, fluff, mentions of character death, and country music

A/N: This song is one of my favorites and wanted to do a sorta song fic for Cayde.

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Chloe sat on the ground, hugging her knees to her chest, chin resting atop them. She felt sorrow and sadness wash over her. The Huntress couldn't help but let the tears flow as they came down like rain fall and mournful sobs left her mouth.

....It had been 2 years....

...2 years, too many...

She counted the days that she hasn't been held by the man she fell in love with. She counted the hours in which she hasn't heard his voice whisper sweet nothings in her ear. She counted the minutes that she hasn't seen him do something selfless for those he cared about. And she counted seconds since he died in her arms in the Prison of Elders.

Cayde.

Even after taking her revenge on Uldren, she thought it would hurt less, she thought the pain would go away, maybe even bring Cayde back. But boy was she wrong. The pain was still there, and it hurt like a bitch. Moondance, her ghost, tried everything to even get the smallest sign of happiness from his guardian, but nothing really seemed to work for long especially on the day Cayde passed.

All Chloe wanted was to go back to the good old days where Cayde was still here. She cherished every moment they spent together, every conversation they had, every night she spent in his arms just in content silence, and every song country song he'd sing to her.

Her favorite memory with him was when sung a country song to her. The song was before the golden age and before the collapse. And it was one of her favorites.

<flashback>

"So, I was looking through your Playlist the other day," Cayde started, holding the acoustic guitar Chloe had gotten him as a dawning gift.

"Were you, why?" She asked, sitting on his couch with him.

"Because I found a song on it that wanted to learn on the guitar and sing to you," The Exo replied, stunging a few chords on the string instrument in his hands.

Chloe smiled and prompted him to go ahead and start. She watched as Cayde's fingers strummed and danced across the strings and frets of the guitar. The song he sang was by Thomas Rhett and it was one of her favorites.

"I may be six feet deep, but I'll still be lovin' you

Baby, what we got won't ever die

Can't take diamonds, can't take gold,"  Cayde ended the song and put the guitar to the side, "I love you, Chloe Brask, and my love for you will never die."

Chloe smiled and leaned in to place a kiss on Cayde's mouth, "Same here, baby."

<End of Flashback>

He took his love for her to the grave with him. She still loved him too, she missed him terribly too. Moondance was hovering in front of her unsure of what to do. So, he just nudged her.

"Chloe, come on, let's go ger some raman and then go sit by his-"

"Please don't say it, let's just do it," The Huntress mumbled with a sniffle.

She got up and slipped on a jacket and a pair of sneakers. It was raining outside, so Chloe also grabbed an umbrella. She left her apartment and walked down to the raman shop in the Bazaar. She ordered Cayde's usual raman, now her usual raman. Spicy Beef Raman with an extra kick of Tabasco sauce.

Chloe arrived at the cemetery and walked over to where Cayde was buried. It was basically a golden stutue of him the Hunters (including herself) had put up for him. There was an assortment of offerings and gifts the guardians had left him, like weapons, glimmer, flowers, bowls of probably ruined raman, amungst other things Cayde would have liked.

With the umbrella protecting her from the rain Chloe sat down, not caring if the wet grass had gotten her shorts soaked.

"Hey, baby, it's me," She started, "it's been two long years without you and I just wanna say that I still am completely and unconditionally devoted to you."

Chloe bit back tears, running a hair through her blue hair, "I miss you so, so much. Sometimes I still hear you playing that guitar I got you, the black on you'd play all the time. Yeah, I keep it in our room mounted to the wall. You know I can't play the guitar like I play the piano, but I keep it because it reminds me of the happier times. Especially when you'd sing to me while playing."

Her voice cracked at the end and before she could stop herself, the tears fell again, "I wish you were still here, baby. I love you. Even though you're six feet deep, I know you love me too."

In the back of her mind she could hear him whisper.

"Can't take diamonds, can't take gold. But I'll take your love with me when I go. I'm gonna take it to the grave with me."

[ x ] - [ x ] - [ x ] Arcee: Eulogy

first date with Cayde-6 would include

- badass hunter vanguard and legend being too nervous to ask you out - asking everyone who knows you if you have someone - trying to sound like he doesn’t give a fuck but oh HE DOES and it’s so obvious to everyone ¯\_ (◕‿◕) _/¯ - when he’s finally man enough to ask you, he stutters like an idiot, unable to get a proper sentence out (／。＼) - but he’s SO cute <3 - he almost faints when you say yes - he’s SO happy, trying to play it cool, but totally failing at it - when you’re gone, he’s asking Sundance if she recorded your ‘yes’ - since he doesn’t remember how this dating thingy works, he’s asking Amanda and Petra for advice and tips - him getting nervous again when the date gets closer - you catch him with a “dating for dummies” book, he throws ashamed af over the fence of The Last City into the depth ◔_◔ ／ ︵ *:･ﾟ - Zavala and Ikora are annoyed that he’s even more distracted because of you, but they are actually happy for him #friendshipgoals - he’s practicing pick-up lines and perfecting his finger guns in front of the mirror ̿̿ ̿'̿’\̵͇̿̿\з= ( ▀ ͜͞ʖ▀) =ε/̵͇̿̿/’̿’̿ ̿ ̿̿ ̿̿ ̿̿ - Sundance can’t help but laugh at him and he almost smacks her to the ground (again) - since he doesn’t take off Andal’s clothes, he shows up dressed as usual to the date (still hot af damnnnn) - his jaw f u c k i n g drops, when you show up all dolled up, out of armor (⊙_☉) - he almost faints(again), failing to get a proper sentence out - “Sorry. I’ve had a software update. Y-you l-look b-b-beautiful. I mean, y-you always do, but… wow?” - he calls you by your name, not guardian or hunter (◕ ˬ ◕) - he hesitates for a second, but takes your hand and leads you somewhere - he organised a beautiful dinner at the ramen shop, only for you two *-* - candles and rose petals everywhere #cheesyboi - “may I take your coat?” - “Cayde, I’m not wearing one.” - “Touché.” ;) - he looking at you like you’re the most delicious ramen ever ( ♥‿♥) - nervously he gulps down his ramen, burping so loud that all the people around shipping and watching you two shake their heads embarrassed - you think his burps are cute, like angels singing (✿◕‿◕) - he’s leaning over the table attempting to kiss you, but dumbass forgets about the candles and almost sets himself on fire doing so - “hot date so far, AMIRITE?” - small touches here and there, brushing hands, holding your waist, clinging to his strong (and not gangly) arm, making ya panties all wet ( ͡°⁄ ⁄ ͜⁄ ⁄ʖ⁄ ⁄ ͡°) - you two are dancing and damn son this boi be dancing like Patrick Swayze in Dirty Dancing, having the time of his life - he looks deeply into your eyes asking “wanna stroke my cock?” - ur disappointed when he shows you his pet “cock” chicken Colonel - he stays old fashioned following the don’t-kiss-on-the-first-date rule - he brings you home, saying goodbye with the sweetest and most gentle forehead kiss this world ever seen you lucky bitch (╯°□°）╯︵ ┻━┻ - now you almost faint - each other getting more comfortable around each other on the following dates - cute cinema rendevous - him pulling off the fake yawn, stretching, putting his arm around you - cuddling up on him cause the movie is so scary ;) - he’s more than willing to protect you ;)) - unluckily he’s not pulling off the exo dick in the popcorn bag trick (yet) - kissing attempt #2 ends up with his beautiful, beautiful horn poking you so hard, that it leaves a mark on your forehead - he apologizes 100x and gets ice for your head, lots of hugs ༼ つ ◕_◕ ༽つ - more sweet forehead kisses (◡‿◡✿) he’s amazing at this - he eventually gets a “kissing for dummies” book - holding hands and killing enemies in between you know, typical date stuff - looking at the stars and talking for hours, or just silently enjoying each others presence <3 - he’s putting his cape around you cause it’s so cold ;) - moving closer to him cause you’re really freezing ;)) - kissing attempt #3 figuring out how to kiss each other without hurting or setting someone on fire - you did it!!1 - his metal plate lips feel amazing, so soft like a baby butt <3 - he’s such a gooD KIsSER (╯°□°）╯︵ ┻━┻ - it’s a perfect #1 kiss you almost need to get revived cause u die on the inside - cuddling up together and falling asleep under the stars - when you wake up he’s gone, laying on the base of the cliff being revived by Sundance - idiot rolls around in his sleep but you think it’s adorable *-* - more cute ass dates getting drinks in bars - getting too many drinks for your own good - hands “accidentally” slipping under the table ;) - stumbling home drunk clinging to each other ( ͡°⁄ ⁄ ͜⁄ ⁄ʖ⁄ ⁄ ͡°) - having sloppy but life-changing drunk sex *✧･ﾟ♡*( ͡˘̴ ͜ ʖ̫ ͡˘̴ )*♡･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧ - he shows you his cock ( ͡~ ͜ʖ ͡°) and it’s not Colonel this time - of course he’s pulling off the dick in the popcorn bag on the next cinema date - Cayde’s jealous af of every other guardian flirting with you and he overreacts a little threatening to kill them forever awww - he asks you to move in together <3 - he faints when you say yes <33 _/＼○_

Home

A little self indulgent piece of my OC phantom and cayde.

Angst with eventual fluff.

This has not been proof read

Enjoy xoxo

Home.

He's home.

Sprawled out on the sofa of my...our flat, snoring softly. One leg over the back of the sofa, head tilted back, resting on his hands like he never left.

His Cloak slung over the coat hook it used to call home until 5 years ago, boots beneth it, still caked in mud and on the coffee table, his holster and ace...ace 2? I glance back to my bedside dresser, caydes ace of spades resting there, the tool of retribution that carried swift justice to uldren sov. My gaze returns back to the other wespon, cracked with an un-earthly glow sitting on the coffee table.

Why can't I be happy about this,Like every one else?

Why can't I welcome him back into my...our bed like I used to, curling up into his side, listening to his inner mechanisms softly working as we simply bask in one another's presence?

I should be elated. I am. Its like every wish I ever asked for rolled together in one. An impossible ask made real, laying on my sofa...our sofa. Back where he belongs. He's safe.

But what about me?

Selfish thought I know but,What about the tears I cried every day for 5 years? The nightmares? The hallucinations? The sleep terrors? The anxiety attacks?

What about my pain!?

I grieved. I grieved for him. The life we could have had. The death of seemingly everything I held dear and now I'm supposed to just...forget that? Forget how much i suffered while everyone else managed to move on.

Envy it an ugly emotion but I feel it nontheless strongly as I do my grief.

Does he even know?

I'm sure he must have some idea. I'm sure zavala and ikora filled him in. I'm sure sundance and midnight spoke.

Spoke about the night I screamed so raw my throat bled. The night zavala found me curled up behind the bust of cayde in the tower, wrapped in his cloak as the snow settled around me, slowly burrying me as i stared off into nothingness. The missions I returned from, battered and bloody only to pick up the next bounty and leave. No food. No rest. No time to remember.

Maybe thats why his eyes followed me with that uneasy concern when I bid him good night. The look of understanding that sent an uneasy shiver down me when I asked him if we could sleep separately for a while as I got used to my dead partner being alive and well back in my...our apartment.

A shiver of frosty air shoots up my spine and sets my teeth on edge.

He's here again.

Not the real cayde.

But the cayde thats been with me since he died.

The cayde that lingers in the shadows, that stalks me in the light of day, that lingers over my shoulder. A waking nightmare.

He first started to apear a few days after caydes death. Only at night. He would hover beside my bedside, bending down beside my ear to whisper.

"I was waiting for you. Waiting for you to run in and put a bullet between that bastards eyes. But you didn't. You were too late. Too late. TOO LATE!"

"Youre sick. Sick in the head. You welcomed my killer into our home with open arms. Crow? Crow?! That's what the sick fucks calling himself now? Are you that desperate to betray me? That desperate to desicrate MY HOME with that murders precence?!"

Then it would vanish as the dawn arrived leaving me sleepless and guilt ridden.

Until it didn't.

Until guardians would give my looks of sympathy and fear when a smokey apparition of the ex hunter vanguard would be glanced over my shoulder. Lips uttering words only I could hear.

I tried everything. Pills, alcohol, therapy, eris's hive magic, maras paracausal influence but nothing stopped the ghastly characature of my dead lovers visage from taunting me.

Ikora began to avoid me. I dont blame her. Being forced to see her fallen friend every instance we spoke must have been hard but...at least she could escape it.

Zavala simply gives me this look. The kind of look you give an animal you know needs putting out of its Misery as it lays dying at the side of the road. The type of look you give sickly dying people when you know they're on their last legs. I know he means well.

But I avoid him to now. I am not dying nor sickly...not outwardly and I don't wish to be treated as such.

With a sigh I turn, heading back into my...our room.

I'll get it right eventually.

I shrug off my clothes leaving them heaped on the floor, tugging on one of caydes hoodie that no longer smells like him before sliding into bed.

"Broken" it hisses.

"You think that's what i want. You think after these years, after what you've become, I'll want you?"

"Deluded"

"Shut up" I whisper holding my hands over my ears but it does nothing to silence the vile vitriol that slips from its mouth.

"Broken little phantom. How many time did you think of crushing midnight and ending it all huh? Monster. Selfish monster even considering that. I deserve better."

I curl into a ball as if caydes hoodie and the blankets will save me from the ghastly manifestations of my biggest failure. But it dosent.

My heart rate begins picking up as further hateful bile is spews from the lips of the creature using my lovers face to torment me. My fingers tremble against my face as my body convulses with each sob that wracks my frame.

"Worthless, selfish, untrustworthy, lying, unfait-"

"Hey"

The voice seemingly interupts itself

A hand on my shoulder jolts me to the present as i turn expecting the face of a nightmare...

2 icey blue optics stare into my own eyes from the darkness. Not the misty red smoke I expected.

"Zavala...zavala told me about...well...me" he says softly. The feeling of his hand on my shoulder, thumb rubbing gentle circles feels...Alien but...also like home.

Cayde glances at the misty apparition of himself with a hard glare. His eyes soften as he looks back to you "this guys a real buzzkill huh?" He says softly in a weak attempt to lighten the mood. He readjusts himself on my...our bed. Placing himself between me and the nightmare.

"Just ignore...him? Me? No not me. Ignore it" he murmurs as he slips under the covers. I cant help my body tense as he moves up beside me. As if sensing my unease he also freezes.

"I can leave, if you want. Go back to the sofa" his voice softly speaks as if I'm a cornered animal, soothing. Safe.

I pause. No. No thats the last thing I want now. I spent 5 years apart from him, I don't want to spend a single moment away from his side.

"No please stay" I mumble, voice horse from the tears that a familiar hand was wiping away. My hand finds the material of his tshirt and I move myself trying to get iven closer despite us already being flush together.

"Always"

His body fits against mine like a puzzle piece, arms snaking round my waist, anchoring me to him. "It wasn't your fault doll. I promise"

My body gradually untenses for what feels like the first time in 5 years as I sink back into he familiar embrace of caydes body. My body trembles with the adrenaline finally leaving my system.

His chest still rises and falls, his exo body's mimic of a heart beat still reaches my ears. Home. For the first time in 5 years, We are both home.

A blue light on my bedside catches my eye. A ghosts eye, 2 of them, watch us. Midnight and sundance. The pillow I keep on the bedside cabinet once for both midnight and sundance may seem unnecessary to some but our ghosts deserve a little love to. Midnight had always looked swammed by the pillow after sundance was blown to shards but now, seeing them both huddled up to one another as they to settle down, it feels like everything is finnaly settling into place.

Cayde-6 the once dead hunter vanguard, friend and lover was finally back where he rightfully belonged.

Home.

Our home.

say you’ll remember me

pairing - gabriel reyes x f!reader wc -  1,800 ish warnings - fluff and angst, unrequited love, implied sexual content notes - au ficlets based off the prompt of dream, also on ao3!

Congratulations on your engagement, reads the card. You gush over how adorable the design is and grow more excited upon opening it to see everyone’s names scribbled within.

Everyone you both loved had come together, filling every inch of the card with love.

“We always knew you’d end up together.” “To Mr and Mrs Reyes.” “Here’s to forever with your true love." 

The well wishes go on, and as you read each one aloud, he presses gentle, chaste kisses along your bare shoulder, your slender neck.

You feel so right in his arms, talking with elation about how much you can’t wait to be his wife. You snuggle back into him, resting your head on his chest–making both of you feel complete. Gabriel has never felt so whole in his entire life, yet he knows the feeling will only grow with each day–when you finally become his till death do you part.

He never in a million years thought he’d have this. That through SEP, Overwatch, Blackwatch, and beyond, he’d find you. His perfect match, his true love.

He closes his eyes for a moment, overwhelmed with contentedness, and when he opens them again, you’re no longer cuddled on the couch.

You’re both curled up in bed, both naked and spent, a sheen of sweat covering you both. Pleasure trickles throughout his entire body, and you’re both unsure where one of you ends and the other begins.

You both feel him softening, feel the way his seed leaks out of you–but the real treat is the way he holds you in his arms, both of you feeling safe and completely like you belong.

There’s not a place in the world that either of you would rather be.

"That was amazing.” You sigh, your voice breathy.

He presses a kiss to the top of your head, before tilting up your chin and kissing you with every fiber of his being.  "I love you so much, Y/N.“

You kiss him back with equal passion, and can’t fight the smile off of your face as you cling to him. "I love you too Gabriel, with everything I have.”

“Commander Reyes?”  

Your voice pulls him out of his dreams, along with the gentle touch on his shoulder—he comes slamming back into the harsh reality.

“The dropship isn’t far out now.” You whisper, knowing he’ll be eager to get back to base.

After the firefight, the two of you had been left stranded, surrounded by smoldering buildings and dead Omnics. It wasn’t what either of you were expecting.

Reyes had spent every last scrap of energy getting the two of you to safety, so while you waited for evac, you promised to watch over him as he slept. Granted, it wasn’t ever going to be great, the pair of you using rubble as pillows.

At one point, the Commander’s head had drifted onto your shoulder, until he woke up with a start.

He takes a good few moments to fully adjust, realizing where he is and what just happened.

“Thanks.” His voice is quiet and measured. “ETA?”

“5 minutes.” You reply softly, a kind, friendly smile on your face. Now he has no use for your shoulder, you shuffle away.

He nods simply fighting back the thoughts swimming in his brain. He was used to it, the embers of his inappropriate crush, but he usually had a better handle on it.

Right now, he felt like he was bleeding out, left on the battlefield to die. It had nothing to do with the fight and everything to do with the ache of waking. Of realizing that all you’ll ever be to him is an agent, because he would never think you could love him like the woman who wanted to be his wife.

He observes you silently, noticing the way you tap your fingers across your gun with anxious impatience, and that you still look so beautiful after everything you’ve been through. You hadn’t known each other long, but he knew you to be dependable, and uncharacteristically, he was completely smitten.

“(Y/N).” He starts, unable to use your rank after feeling so intensely close to you. He realizes quickly he doesn’t know what to say–how can he explain how he suddenly feels so close to you, knowing you don’t feel the same?

“Yes, Commander?” Your use of his title gives him whiplash.

Mr and Mrs Reyes, he thinks, the ones in the dream—they have to have started somewhere.  

Every cell in his body screams to say something, to make that first step and hopefully set you on the course of events that would lead to you being just as close as you were in the mirage.

Distant whirring interrupts his thoughts, and whatever words were going to come next die on his tongue.

“You did good today.” He smiles to try and disguise his pain.

“I didn’t do much, thank you for getting me out of there.” You offer meekly.

“I’ve got your back.” His words are certain and earnest.

“I’ve got yours too.”  

He wonders if that’s the closest he’ll ever get to hearing I love you leave your lips. Each praise or affirmation from your lips makes him soar, and yet still leaves him yearning.

His thoughts go around in circles, desperately trying to think of ways to bridge the gap between what he had felt and the chasm between you now.

You two pull yourself up from the pile of rubble, ready to head out to board the dropship.

“Can I ask you something?” It’s you who breaks the silence, your eyes fixed shyly on him.

“Sure.” He can’t bear to meet your eyes.

“What were you dreaming about?”

Had he said her name aloud? Moaned at the height of the dream?

“Why?” His gruff demeanor doesn’t appear any more defensive than he usually is—even if he most certainly feels it. He finally meets your eye, seeing softness there instead of judgment as you begin to speak.

“You had this little smile on your face, and you looked so peaceful. It was nice.”

“My wife.” He huffs a laugh. “Though, she only exists in the dream.”

“Oh.” He can see a range of emotions flicker across your face, as you seem uncertain how to react. “Well, I hope one day you find her for real.”

He laughs at the cruel irony and turns away—wondering how after today, things will ever be the same between you two again.

“Cariño.” His voice is a blessing as it drifts into your dream, the most heavenly sound you could imagine.  

“I missed you so much. I’m sorry I haven’t seen you in a while…” You turn, immediately falling into his embrace. Your hands slip to caress his face, tracing his skin as you desperately refamiliarise yourself with his visage.  

He holds you in return, the touch of his skin on yours bringing you deep peace you haven’t felt in his absence.  "Not been sleeping well?“ 

He knows you haven’t because you’ve barely seen him.  

"Something like that.” You sigh, letting the stress melt away, the problems barely touching you now you’re together. “It’s this double-edged sword, of missing you and needing you, and then those thoughts keeping me away from you.”

“We’re together now.” He kisses your forehead sweetly as he reassures you.  

Your fingers drift across his skin, sweeping to his brow. “You have a new scar.”  

“Nasty fight.” He brushes it off with a smile. “Don’t worry about it.”  

“How can I not?" 

He smirks, removing your hands from fussing so he can kiss them. "Maybe you could kiss it better." 

You stand on your tiptoes, your lips pressing gently against the jagged cut. "My warrior." 

"Now let me kiss you properly.” His voice lowers to more of a growl, as he rushes to kiss you senseless. His large hands hold you still as his lips caress yours, his tongue making love to you.

He pulls away momentarily, leaving you dizzy beyond belief. 

“If you keep kissing me like that, we’re not going to stop at just kissing.” You smirk, your body already buzzing in a way that’s only possible with him. 

“I don’t want to stop until you’re screaming my name.” His kisses fall to your neck as his hands grasp at your flesh. “I can’t get enough of you.’

"I can’t either, fuck.” You sigh dreamily as he paws at you, claiming your body for his own.  

“That’s it, baby, let me hear those sounds.” He purrs. “Say my name.”  

“Yes!” His name is on the tip of your lips when—

You wake with a start, your heart immediately aching at his absence. Your skin feels cold, your bed feels empty. It’s as if his lips and his touch were right there, only to be ripped away.

You scramble to the nightstand, desperate to grab the sketch pad so you can start sketching what you remember.

His locks of hair, his dark eyes, the dog tags around his neck. It’s so familiar and yet so achingly distant. This time you got close, or closer at least, to knowing more about the man who always comes back to your dreams.

You suppose it’s a sign of your loneliness, that you keep having the same dreams over and over, that his face keeps appearing and he acts like he’s loved you for a lifetime already.

With a final stroke of the pencil, this sketch is complete—his adoring eyes staring at you as he strokes your face.

You swap the sketchpad for your phone, navigating to your messages.

“I dreamt of him again…”  

Your friend replies almost immediately.

“Oh (Y/N), we need to get you a date.”  

You smirk at your phone, locking it and heading into the kitchen, ready to start your day. You flick the coffee pot on first, then the TV, and immediately drift to thoughts of what mornings with him might be like as you grab a mug.

“With another successful high-profile mission completed, the group ended with a press conference with the man behind it all, Strike Commander Morrison.”

Admittedly, you didn’t pay too much attention to Overwatch, especially in these more peaceful times. Strike Commander Morrison was always making great speeches though. Your eyes were fixated on the screen, focusing on Jack Morrison until your eyes drift to the grumpy visage of the man standing behind him to the left.

The mug you were holding falls to the ground, smashing into dust.

There he is—the man from your dreams.

Unlike Jack, all blonde hair and Overwatch blues, he’s dressed in darker tones with a beanie perched on top of his head.

The frown on his face is one you haven’t seen much in your dreams, and it makes your soul yearn to reach out and comfort him.  You want to earn those sweet smiles he gives you, and see the tension lift from his shoulders.

But this man, he’s not yours. He isn’t the one in your dreams.

Because even if he looks just like him, the man in your dreams isn’t real.