Genji Protecting S/o

by  rikuta

could we get a genji x injured!reader? like they are on a mission and the reader gets hurt. angst or fluff, whatever you want to do! Tysm!

I'm Okay

Pairing: Genji x Injured GN Reader Warnings: Mentions of injuries and blood, passing out. I don't know if I could call this angst but ?? It's mostly fluff Word Count: 597

You knew you’d been shot. You felt it hit you, tear through your skin. It sent waves of pain through you and you couldn’t determine where you’d been hit, nor could you tell if you’d been hit more than once. 

You must’ve cried out when you were hit because after you stumbled, arms helped stabilize you. Before you could register what was happening and who was holding you, you were being dragged through debris. You could hear someone speaking to you, though their words were jumbled and you couldn’t make much from them. 

It was at that moment that you realized you were losing a lot of blood. You pressed your fist against your abdomen, trying to apply pressure as best you could. 

Blood seeped around your fist, surely staining your shirt. A rock caught under your foot and you lurched forward. The ground came at you and you were going to let it happen. Maybe the person helping you would leave you to die. 

The ground never came. Arms pulled you back upright and it was at that moment that you felt the cold metal of someone familiar. He whispered something to you, something you couldn’t pick up. Not with the ringing in your ears and the throbbing of your head. 

You tried to speak, managing Genji’s name before the rest of your sentence fell into a slurred and jumbled mess. Genji shushed you, you could make that out, before he started walking with you again, presumably looking for Mercy so she could help you. 

You remember hearing Genji shout before the ground met you and you passed out. 

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A bright light shone through your eyelids. It startled you awake and you groaned, attempting to roll away from the light to go back to sleep. A cold hand came in contact with your shoulder and you groaned, mumbling under your breath as you turned toward the contact. 

You sat up, wincing at the slight pain that shot through your abdomen. You ran your hand over your stomach and felt bandages wrapping around your midsection. 

The hand on your shoulder moved to your hand, fingers intertwining with yours. You rubbed your eyes with your free hand before opening and taking in the room you were in. 

Surprisingly, you were in your own room. The curtains were pulled open, the sun glaring into your room, providing the light that woke you. 

The hand holding yours tugged gently and you almost laughed at the impatience. You squeezed his hand, turning to look at Genji. You could’ve sworn you saw him relax and heard a relieved sigh come from him. 

He brought your hand up to where his lips would be, pressing the metal against the back of your hand in semblance of a kiss. You returned the gesture, bringing his hand up to your lips to press a soft kiss to the metal. 

“You’re okay?” His voice brought a wave of gratitude over you and you smiled, pressing another kiss to his hand. 

“I’m okay, I promise,” you reassure. 

You felt a vent of warm air blow over you before the cyber ninja stood up, letting go of your hand in the process. Genji pressed his face to the crown of your head before reaching for a tray you hadn’t noticed was there. 

“I’m sure you’re hungry.” You could hear a little hint of joy lacing his voice. Some of your favorite snacks were laid out on the tray and you couldn’t help but grin, nodding to him and scooting over to let him join you on the bed. 

Phantom Pain

Genji Shimada x Reader

Most of Genji's time at Overwatch has mostly been the same. He always would go to Dr. Ziegler, when something would happen with his many prosthetics. Missing an arm and 2 legs was something he never really could accept. His reflection always put him off even after coming to terms and accepting his new life. Genji still was able to do what he was able to before, I infact better with his range of motion heightened in his legs, making jumping easier and his jumps holding more power than they did before. But there would be days he felt the loss of his limbs, stings of pain would shoot through his missing extremities. Aches would plauge his day. Sometimes, it would just be a feeling for a moment, and others it would last for hours with seemingly no end to the pain. Those days were always his worst.

Angela always helped him, always giving him explanations on why it's happening and she would treat him the way she could. Genji always knew it was something to expect. In fact, when he first woke up with his limbs replaced, he was told the news and what to expect. But with how much mirror therapy and medications sometimes they never worked, Genji hated the fact they never truly worked.

He knew stress could impact the severity of how painful it could be. Meditation was something that grew to be just as important as training for him. Genji thought he was at peace with himself, with his life, but deep down, he was still lonely. He went from a man with a family, maybe not a good one, but Hanzo was there when he was younger and had the time. And Genji would always have a girlfriend, someone to talk his mind to and someone to be there for him. At Overwatch, that wasn't there.

Sure, at Overwatch, he had friends. Angela was friendly, and so was everybody else. But he never had someone close to someone who made that spark in his heart and someone to hold close.

Those days where he would lay there in pain, each stump of his throbbing made it hurt to walk or let alone stand in place. His whole body ached, the metal feeling like in was still his flesh, and every single cell was in pain. He just wished someone was there for him. He wished he wasn't so alone. Meditation felt impossible, and he just needed to be grounded. But nobody could willingly hold someone more metal than skin. He was accepting of himself, but that didn't hold true to everyone.

Genji kept everyone's at arms length. The only individual he spoke his mind to was Zenyatta, and even then, it wasn't about his love life. Any desire he pushed down, he focused on the blade rather than his heart. That was until he saw someone who caught his eye.

Usually, he would be cordial with anyone he saw as attractive, but he couldn't shake it away when talking to you. The way you smiled at him, the way you played with the hem of your shirt when talking to him, the way your face flushed when he said your name. You blushed when he spoke, and he couldn't help but smile when you did. Weeks passed and you two continued to get closer and closer, he didn't open up much but you could tell he was comfortable around you. He loved how much you had in common, a similar sense in humor and a bond over shared interests.

Genji had caught feelings, and as a leap of faith, he asked you to go on a date. Of course, you said yes. It was Genji, after all. He brought you to a secluded spot out of the city, a place with a perfect view of the night sky. You saw his face for the first time, and after that, you two were inseparable. Eventually, he would start staying the night at your place, always helping with any chores or watching a show together. Nights every once a while turned to once a week, and then all of a sudden, your boyfriend was living with you.

Genji was a joy to live with. He did his part of chores, and rent was always paid in time. But some days, he would be slightly off. He always would brush you off, either saying its pain from training or a rough nights sleep. Eventually, he would say it was medical things to do with his injuries, but it was nothing to worry about. He was used to it. He told you of his past, his near death, and the remnants of his body after his fight. He told you about phantom pain, but brushing it off by saying he has medication for it and you never really questioned him. Genji was an honest man and partner. He never had a reason to be dishonest.

But one day, you both were home. It was one of those days he seemed off. Genji looked horrible. His face was pale, and he was distant. He was just laying on your shared bed.

"Genji, what's wrong? You can tell me."

Genji's eyes shifting slightly to look up to you, he gulped for speaking.

"It's nothing.. just health things."

He told you about his flare-ups of pains, the feeling that his body was still one piece, and it would feel weird or hurt. But you never saw him like this before. You sighed before sitting the bed beside him, running fingers through his hair.

"I can help you, just say the word, and I'll do it."

You felt Genji melt into your touch, a soft hum coming from him.

"Just hold me.. please."

You shifted so you were lying down beside him, his back facing you. Wrapping an arm around his stomach, you nuzzled into the back of his neck, his black hair tickling your face. You felt Genji's body relaxed a bit. You ran your hand up and down his stomach, which seemed to relax him more. He let out another content hum, his human hand reaching to pat your arm.

"Thank you, this.. this helps. It helps me alot more then anything else I've tried for this."

Genji never really went too far into what it was like. You only knew what the internet had to say of what it was like to feel phantom pain. But anything to help your boyfriend was something you were willing to do. Hearing his fast-paced breaths turn to slower and more relaxed ones was enough to make you want to stay there for him. And the soft snores that came from him after only a couple minutes was enough to make you want to stay there forever.

HERE IS MY TAKE ON GENJI because no one asked:

Genji was once a man with nothing but anger in his heart. When he was deployed in Blackwatch, it had blinded him to their clandestine operations. Much more than that, it had blinded him from reality. Genji’s own brother, the one person he had trusted the most, was willing to sacrifice him for no other means than to uphold the very legacy Genji had been born into. In his youth, he felt blessed to be a Shimada. But after that day, he realized his name was nothing more than a curse.

But he had grown wiser, saw the error of his ways once he had trained under Zenyatta. His mind was no longer fogged with turmoil. Rather, he had come to peace with the events of his past. He had considered himself a different man, then. Forged himself anew, approached life with a different perspective. And when he met you, he felt his life changing for the better. Butterflies arose in his chest, his heart fluttered, and he cherished every moment the two of you shared.

He knew it was wrong. He knew he was feeding the dragon inside him he never wanted to awaken. But he couldn’t deny who he was, a Shimada. It was in his blood to fight for what he wanted, to possess you in anyway he could. All his efforts to suppress his desires had no effect. No amount of excess training nor meditation could stop him from thinking of you. In fact, his deepest fears were only beginning to fester further the more he tried to neglect them. Impulses and compulsions began to manifest. He followed you. Learned your routine and centered his life around it, sneaking long walks to trace your every move. You were none the wiser, thinking every meeting was nothing more than a coincidence. He endeared your naivety and your innocence that allowed him to remain in the shadows of your life.

The anger that had once consumed him before had begun to turn into something far more dangerous. Love. Because he wanted it. He didn’t want to dispel it like a plague, he wanted to nurture it, allow it to blossom into the most beautiful flower. Loving you from afar made him feel whole. Tore him apart from what ailed him, soothed his aching soul that hadn’t felt so light as when he was with you.

When Genji’s father passed, there was no room for love in his life. His father kept their family pure. He and Hanzo were unadulterated by the thirst for power, he had hardly understood it then. All he knew was the freedom to frolick in his family’s luxuries and his own youthful innocence.

Though now he had liberated himself from his former trauma, he enjoyed your company because it reminded him of those simpler times. You were kind to him, just as he remember his mother’s kindness before she too tragically passed. But he could feel the love he was yearning for in you, and he would to anything to take it.

My contribution ft. @cissyswonderland for the @redactedtfzine project!

A nice little story of one war tactician and a gladiatorial games manager.

Bayverse Prime NSFW headcanons

Lord help me. I've fallen helpless to this big metal daddy

In these scenarios, reader is cybertronian.

1 - We all know Bayverse Prime is considered the most violent reincarnation of Optimus Prime--which is true at times. However, when it comes to you....he is the sweetest most gentle mech there ever was. You should expect Optimus to be as gentle as he can be with you during sex. Unless you ask him to be a little rough.

2 - Every touch, every squeeze, every thrust-- he has to hold back his immense power as to not harm your smaller frame. Sometimes it's exhausting for him, so naturally he loves when you take over and ride him. He'll watch you with those beautiful ocean blue optics as you press down on his chest and move your hips in the most painstakingly pleasurable and sinful way. His large hands grasping your hips as you do so.

3 - Prime is always so busy and stressed that really the only thing that he can use for stress relief is you. Naturally with being the leader of the free galaxy comes many frustrations. He absolutely adores when he can come home at night and make love to you. He'll do it in many ways. He likes to switch it up. For example, sometimes he'll lay you down on your back and watch you squirm for his shaft, or he'll bend you over and watch your hands try and find something to grasp as he slams into you from behind. Hell, he will even sometimes take you roughly against the wall.

4 - He almost always has to hush you with his hands though. The pleasure he gives you is other wordly--but your relationship needs to stay a secret for the good of both of you. You understand this. He's a Prime for gods sake. He can't have his men knowing he's fragging the only femme bot on their team. Just doesn't look good on his armor.

5 - Optimus isn't just fragging you though. He loves you. He is eternally grateful that you have returned his feelings and is honored you would let him pleasure you like he does.

6 - His favorite position is probably missionary. Prime is old fashioned. He likes something to get the job done, but he also loves watching your facial expressions as he plows into you. It gets his engines revving.

"Take it easy out there, will ya? You’re making me look bad." >"What, may we ask, were you going to do with a Vex teleporter?" "Get up close and personal with Ghaul, Put a bullet in his head. The maybe eat a sandwich. Gotta work on a few kinks first. Fun fact about Vex tech; not as intuitive as you would think." >"Cayde, you can’t do this alone." "The hell I can’t." - Cayde-6 to Ghost

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

I love the 2 cayde fics you've done. That exo dosnt get enough love. All I ask is a fic with some angst and a dramatic confession the exo himself. Do as you will with the rest and keep up the amazing writing 😊

I’ve been waiting for this one y’all. Tysm anon!!

Epiphany

Cayde-6 x Reader

TW: Canon typical violence, near death experience.

“Take me with you.”

He’d always said it as a joke. Well, not exactly.

If somebody had taken him up on the offer, he would’ve gone in a heartbeat. But nobody did.

And then, you.

You, whose so dangerously like him.

You with the attitude that Zavala calls recklessness.

Cayde prefers fearlessness.

It’s what he loves about you. Not that he’d ever say that. Not aloud.

The sun is setting rapidly on the Tower as you enter the Hall of Guardians, the last beams of sunlight landing on Cayde.

Cayde, the man the plagues your every thought.

Cayde, the only reason you’re ever excited to come back to the tower.

He looks up as he hears you walk in, the usual slouch he carries disappearing as his eyes fall on you. He straightens his back out, rolling his shoulders out to accentuate his height as much as he can.

Ikora stifles a laugh.

He does it every time you walk in, like clockwork. He looks casual enough, sounds it too. But the second he sees you, a small part of him turns into a nervous wreck.

“Hey, Y/N.”

One of the many things he’s done to make you fall for him. He calls you by your name. Not Guardian, the same title given to every work mule in this tower.

No, to him?

You’re a person.

“Six.” As you greet him your voice is breathier than you meant it to be.

He notices.

He doesn’t say anything, though.

You catch him up on your latest job quickly. It was a boring one, and he’s tired of listening to it about a minute in.

Although, you have a nice voice.

He doesn’t dwell on that too long.

As you finish up and go to leave you wait for a second, already knowing what he’ll say.

He shifts, leaning in closer, his voice just a whisper as he brushes the side of your face.

You’ve been planning for this.

“Hey, take me with you.”

He’ll regret that later.

But right now, as a smirk finds it’s way onto your lips, as your hands slide past eachothers and you slip a note into his hands.

Needless to say, regret is the last thing he’s feeling.

Even more so when he opens up the slip of paper and reads what’s inside.

Meet me at the hangar when you’re done with work.

Cayde looks up, letting his eyes trail you as you walk away.

He’s got quite a bit of work left to do.

Nevertheless, he decides he’s done after five minutes. Wasting the night on paperwork isn’t exactly something Cayde’s willing to do.

Zavala eyes him suspiciously as he walks away hurriedly. He caught the interaction between you. Knowing the both of you, he assumes your plan can’t be anything he’d approve of.

Ikora just smiles.

Cayde’s an adult and so are you. Even if you don’t always act like it.

Besides, the tower can get boring. You two flirting tends to be a source of entertainment for her.

It feels like your stomach flips inside your body as you see Cayde walk into the hangar. You’re not quite sure what you expected.

You’d hoped he would come. Hell, it’d be unlike him not to.

But still, worry crept in. Made you wonder if he never saw you the way you see him.

Although, it’s not like this is a date.

Not officially, at least.

“Hey.” Cayde’s voice snaps you out of your thoughts, and you look up at him as he steps in front of you, close enough that your chests nearly brush.

“What’s the plan, doll?” He’s made a habit of calling you those kinds of names.

He just likes to see you blush when he does.

“Nothing too special, just thought you might wanna get out of here for a while.” You step to the side as you talk, watching Cayde’s eyes light up as he sees the speeders waiting behind you.

You grin, not letting yourself stare at him too long.

“Where we gonna go?” You ask him, trying not to let your eyes betray the nature of your feelings towards him as he turns to you.

“EDZ?” He asks. The conversation is simple.

Comfortable.

Sweet.

The kind of thing that makes you want to spend the rest of your nights doing just this.

You nod, going to walk past him before he catches your hand in his.

You turn around, inhaling sharply as he holds onto you.

“Thank you.” His voice is low and earnest, a tone you don’t think you’ve ever seen him use with anybody else.

It’s just for you.

This side of him that doesn’t feel the need to crack a joke every other second just to fill the silence.

The side of him that knows he can be comfortable with you.

“We both need it.” You answer simply.

He nods slowly, searching for the right words to say in reply.

They’re sitting right in front of him.

Three words. Three, simple, little, words.

“Damn right we do.” There he goes again.

He’s wanted to say them.

Hell, he’s tried to.

But it’s like he chokes on his own feelings whenever he does.

It’s too much, and this feels too good to risk ruining it.

Being a Guardian isn’t a life full of joys. And being a vanguard?

There’s even less.

You’re his best one.

He’s not gonna put that on the line.

The ship ride down is quick, and on the speeders, you’re even faster.

You zip through a maze of pine trees, dodging boulders and fallen logs. The only sound you can hear is the wind flying past your ears, and Cayde’s laughter.

And taunts.

And, of course, flirtation.

“How about if I win, I take you out for dinner?” He offers, shouting so that you can hear him.

In reality, you’d like nothing more.

You pretend otherwise for reasons you’re not even sure you completely understand.

“We’re racing?” You ask, laughter bubbling up in your voice.

He rolls his eyes as if you should’ve known this already.

“Sweetheart, it’s always a race.” His voice reaches your ears, and you can’t help but feel like this is heaven.

The wind in your hair, the freedom you feel, and him.

It’s always been him.

It’s like you’re not even on the ground anymore. So much so that when you enter a dark zone, you don’t even notice.

And when fallen begin trailing you two?

You don’t notice that either.

Eventually you come to a stop, climbing off your speeders breathlessly.

“How was that for getting out of the tower?” You ask, leaning against a tree.

Cayde can’t pay attention to a word you’re saying.

Your wind whipped hair falls to frame your face in waves. The playful little smirk on your lips that he’s grown to love so much.

Everything about you renders him speechless.

“Cayde?” You question his uncharacteristic silence.

“I lo-“ Those fated words almost leave him when the attack begins.

Fallen swarm you suddenly, coming in from every side.

It’s a dogfight, and one neither of you are even close to prepared for.

Everything turns into a painful haze after a bullet is lodged into your ribs, even more so when you realize your ghost can’t help you right now.

So much so that as the gunfire ceases, and as Cayde drags you out of the area, you can hardly tell what’s happening.

Maybe it’s fear.

Although, if you were thinking clearly, you would know it’s probably blood-loss.

Suddenly your ghost is flying around you, healing up the wounds you’ve sustained.

“Y/N? Y/N?!” Cayde’s voice is laced with panic as he tries to get you to respond to him.

You attempt to sit up, only making yourself dizzy in the process and falling back.

Cayde catches you quickly, helping you to sit up.

“I’m fine…I’m fine.” You groan, rubbing your ribs. Your ghost might have healed you, but it’s still sore as all hell.

“You almost died!” He responds, more worried than he would be in any other circumstance. Risk is part of your lives, he knows that.

But when it comes to you? All objectivity is lost.

“Cayde, I almost die everyday. It’s basically my job.” You try to joke, even though you know Cayde’s probably not in the mood for it.

He sighs, looking away, trying to find his reason.

He can’t.

Because the only thing coursing through his mind is that this is his fault.

The only reason you were out here is because he wanted to get out of the tower.

You did this for him, and you almost died.

He almost lost you.

“If I hadn’t-“ You cut him off before he can finish.

“Cayde, this isn’t anybodies fault, so don’t go blaming yourself.” He sighs, running a hand over his face.

You’re right, he knows that.

Still, it scared the shit out of him.

“It doesn’t matter, Y/N!” He doesn’t mean to shout, he just…he doesn’t know how to feel.

“We’re out here because of me. And because we were out here and because we were distracted you got hurt.”

You’re starting to get confused. Why the hell is he taking this so hard?

“It’s really not a big deal, it happens. What’s going on with you?” You ask, standing up as he does too.

“It wouldn’t be a big deal if it weren’t you.” His voice slowly trails off to a whisper as he responds.

Oh.

Oh.

So that’s what this is about.

“Cayde…” You begin, knowing exactly what that meant. He cuts you off before you can finish.

“No- I…let’s just head home, okay?”

You roll your eyes. You’re honestly shocked he hasn’t realized that his feelings are reciprocated before.

“Cayde.” You try again, and get interrupted again.

“We don’t have to talk about it.” He insists, trying to hide his shame.

You’re smart. He knows you know now.

And the thought that you might not feel the same?

It kills him.

And how could you? How could you, beautiful, brave, daring, you, love him?

Him, the exo. The one that nobody takes seriously because he never demands it.

How could you love him?

You can’t, he’s convinced himself of it.

He knows it.

“Cayde, I love you!” You shout a little, trying to get him to shut up for a second.

And then his whole world shifts.

He whips around to look at you, searching for any humor in your face.

And all he finds is exactly what you said.

Love.

You love him.

As you walk towards him, everything feels like it slows. Your hand cups his face, your eyes boring into his.

“I love you.” You repeat, hoping he realizes just how serious you are.

And by God, he does.

He kisses you quickly, sweetly, nervously.

It’s perfect.

He’s perfect.

This, right here, this moment.

It’s so, very, perfect.

He pulls away, looking down at you, your foreheads touching.

“I love you too.”

A/N: Wrote half of this in a Home Depot. Loved it. Hope y’all do too.

Find the Word/Manuscript Search Tag

Tagged by @morganlefaye79! Thanks so much! :)

I've done one of these before with a different set of words, but got a fresh batch and it's a fun easy way to showcase writing.

My words were: refuse, deep, kiss and beach.

Refuse

V hesitated. “And if I refuse?” Jenkins tilted his head at the hint of insubordination. “This isn’t a request V. And take this.” He pulled a stack of paper eddies out of another case and set it on the table. “Use this money only, find the right people for the job - no corporate affiliation. And for the core task use someone you know. Inside and out. Are we clear?” “Crystal.” She reached down and pocketed the stack of eddies.“In that case, I’ll await your report. My AV is waiting outside, it’s yours to use. Don’t disappoint me.” V turned and quickly left the office. Jenkins started another holo call as she passed through the doors. She almost ran down the hallway. Fingers shaking, her heart was going to explode out of her chest, and everything around her was moving too slow. She wrenched her desk drawer open and relief washed over her as she took a hit of the neuro stim. She eased herself down into her chair and leaned her head back at the ceiling, with the neuro stim she could finally think clearly.

Deep

She turned around. The man was taller than Jackie by a few inches. His shaved scalp and last-gen military grade cybernetic eye cut an intimidating figure. V guessed he was probably a detective but, with the faux fur lined coat and the one earring, she couldn’t make up her mind if he resembled a pimp or a pirate more. He was tan and broad shouldered, muscles hidden underneath his coat. V noticed the cybernetic hand and decided on pirate. Toss in a hat and a hook. She might consider him decent looking if he didn’t have such a deep scowl marring his features. V blinked, that hit to the head was talking awfully loud.

Kiss

Warm lips caught River by the corner of his mouth, spanning the scant space in between them. He angled his head toward her to correct course and meet her fully. Tentative. Questioning. V leaned into the kiss, hands coming up to cup his jaw, asking for more. Slender fingers traced heavy down his neck, stumbling over the sleeves of his coat on their journey. Cool glossy fingertips tempered his heated skin, running over his chest and along the muscles of his arms. Breath mingled as River bent forward and kissed V back, sharp edges yielding to softness. Too close, too far. It wasn’t enough. River looped one of his massive arms around V’s waist, coat and all, to draw her closer.

Beach

River unlocked the door to his apartment and leaned heavily against the doorframe once inside. He stared blankly out the tiny sliver of a window he had, a small glimpse of the ocean in the distance. River wouldn’t call it beach front property, but it was a damn sight nicer than some of the other places he’d lived. He heaved a sigh. There were no cockroaches waiting for him at the door. Shucking off his boots, he hung up his coat and secured his revolver, before making his way to the shower. The hot water did okay at washing away his afternoon but did little to erase the events of the past week. He ran his hands over his face, deciding the stubble was a problem for tomorrow. Toweling off and throwing on a pair of sweatpants, he fell face first into his mattress like a sack of bricks.

Tagging with no pressure: @fly-amanitaa @another-corpo-rat @merge-conflict @vox-monstera @setaflow @just-a-cybercroissant

Your words should you choose to accept your mission: soft, neon, blood, & haze.