(Warning, this story is dark: He does hurt his cybernetic arm and it could be considered self harm. Please let me know if I need to tag anything)
"Every living thing longs to be whole. Every living thing yearns to defy death. If from death you returned, yet the part you loved best did not...what then?"
I wake up from a dreamless sleep. I could not move except for my left arm and my head. Tears pricked my eyes as overwhelming pain came from, well, everywhere. I wanted to cry out in pain, but I couldn't due to the machine that was helping me breathe. I could tell my face was wrapped in bandages, from my jaw to the right side of my face. "Genji." I let out a pained grunt as I turned my head to the voice. It was a blonde woman with blue eyes. She had concern etched onto her face, but she flashed me a false smile.
I coughed into the tubing, and I hated the way it scraped against my throat. "Genji, I'm Doctor Ziegler. We're here to help you." She paused, glancing up to the spectators in the operating theater. She let out a tired sigh and looked back to me. She sat down on a chair and pulled herself close to me. "You've been through a terrible ordeal. Overwatch rescued you, and our medical team stabilized you." The doctor paused and took a deep breath. When she said that, the realization hit me. I survived the fight with my brother. What a cruel twist of fate.
I tried to glance down at the rest of me, but it was covered with a blanket. I could only imagine what it--I--looked like underneath. "Genji." The doctor repeated, trying to get my attention. I peeled my eyes away and looked to her again. She held my left hand and squeezed it. "We need you to make a decision..." She trailed off, looking guilty. "You can join us, and we'll bring you back to full health. You can walk, talk, grip your weapon again." She stopped, but I know what she was thinking. 'You can survive this.' So what, if I don't take this opportunity, will I be left to rot and die? Or if I do take this opportunity, I either end up alive with whatever they've done to me, or I die. Not much of a choice.
"Do you understand what's going on?" Doctor Ziegler asked, her voice gentle. I did my best to nod and she seemed to understand it. "So, do you agree?" I didn't really understand the point of asking me. I'm fucking dying either way, did they need my consent to cover their asses? Did they want me to sign a damn form? I shuddered, then nodded. "Alright then. I'm going to have to stamp your thumb on this form then. Closest thing to a signature." She explained, grabbing the ink and the form. My thumb was pressed into the ink, then onto the paper. Satisfied, she put the form away into a folder, then walked over to my I.V drip. She grabbed a syringe and medication, then filled it up, and put it in the opening. I grew drowsy as she spoke. "I'll put you to sleep, and we'll start to work on you tomorrow. Good luck to the both of us." I drifted off, going back into that dreamless sleep.
I went through so many surgeries, all over the course of six months. Rebuilding and replacing every cut bone, every decayed muscle, every piece of dead skin. I would like to say I was under for all of it, but I wasn't. There were days or even weeks where I was just barely awake. 'To keep him from having complications' they claim. I think it was just to torture me. So I can see the damage. For 6 months, I was forced to watch them cut pieces off of me, and replace them with metal and synthetics. And for a couple of months, it was painful. I was not allowed pain medication--and I didn't want it either--due to my previous habits. But they were forced to after a near death experience. Truth be told, it's a miracle I survived.
Then, I truly woke up. I took a deep breath for the first time in ages. I felt...refreshed, cool, relaxed. I wasn't in pain, yet, but I felt a strange dullness. I could tell I was sitting on something soft, yet I couldn't tell you what it was without seeing it. I opened my eyes, and my vision felt sharper than before--I never had a hard time seeing, but there was suddenly more clarity. "Vitals are good. Patient is awake, time for the movement test." I heard a familiar voice say. It was the doctor. "Genji, can you move your left hand and fingers?" I follow her instructions, though my reaction felt slow. "Slow acting, not surprising due to him still waking up." She said to herself, or perhaps to an audience? "Move your right hand please." I obeyed, not looking at my hand. I felt the vague sensation of movement, but she seemed satisfied. I followed the rest of her instructions, and I passed the test.
The doctor left the room, and it seemed I was left alone. I looked around to get my bearings. It was the operating theater, with all the lights on. The walls were made of metal: you could see your reflection, not with perfect clarity like a mirror though. I eventually sat up and swung my legs over, closing my eyes due to pain and stiffness. I slowly opened my eyes again: I wasn't sure if I wanted to look at myself, but I knew I had to eventually. I looked at my left arm: it was littered with cuts, still red and raw, but not quite needing to be bandaged anymore. I felt a pit form in my stomach, and I looked at my right arm. It wasn't human, not anymore. The top of my hand was black, with small slits in it for something. My fingers were gray, and I could see metallic cords running through my knuckles. The palm of my hand was a harsh red, a stark contrast to the rest of it. My eyes traced up my arm: my forearm was black and segmented into two pieces. The lower half, after I felt it, moved to reveal two white metal bars in my arm. I looked closer and saw cords underneath them--my "muscles" perhaps? I closed the hatch and looked at the rest of my arm. It was red and black, but looked more like skin compared to my forearm.
My heart began to race. What did the rest of me look like? I already felt sick looking at my shoulder. I looked down to the rest of me. My legs were gone, replace with plastic. I focused on my feet first: They were shaped like a foot, with toes and all, but it was white with a piece of black plate on top of them, and a hinge connected with cords for ankles. I had knives--which were covered in a plastic sheathe--attached to the back of my calves; they were black as well, with red accents. My knees didn't even exist, they were just white hinges, connecting to my black synth thighs. I had cords at my hip joints, acting as the muscle. My blood--whatever amount I had left--grew cold. My legs were gone.
I fought tears, and looked at my stomach. My left hand felt it; it was soft, since it was a synthetic skin, like my thighs and upper arm. I felt more of me, and my face heated up when I touched the edge of my crotch plate. I grew embarrassed for finding that, though I suppose the doctors tried to make my body have as many normal parts--synthetic or otherwise. I touched my chest, cords extending from the scarring of the human side of me to the metal side. Cords directly to my heart, perhaps? Or maybe just where blood flows. I didn't really care to know. I glanced behind me, at the metal wall to see the reflection of my back. A cybernetic spine greeted me, with cords wrapping around it. It disappeared about halfway down my back, and I noticed more cords connecting from my human parts. There wasn't much of my left shoulder remaining.
I looked closer at my reflection, and I saw my face. The first thing I noticed was my jaw and my mouth. I distinctly remember my jaw being broken in the altercation, and it apparently was beyond repair. The skin on my jaw, chin, and my bottom lip were replaced with black synthetic skin, and my jaw and chin bone was presumably mended with metal. Next, I noticed my eyes. Instead of normal gray eyes, my pupils were red and glowing. I still had my gray, but it was subtle unless you were looking close. I always hated my eyes--the lack of color and the fact that they reminded my father of my mother just made me detest them. But that didn't mean I wanted them to be like this. Then, I saw my scars. They were reminiscent of kind from electricity and fire. My brother burned my face; I remembered that too.
Rage and despair boiled up within me. I looked inhuman, unnatural. I was turned into a monster--no, a living weapon. I hated it. I hated my reflection, the way nothing felt right underneath me, the way pain crept up through me as I shifted. And I hated the way I was just left alone to see what had happened to me, like I was some experiment that they wanted to see the result and reaction. My skin crawled, and the part of my body where flesh meets metal itched and it irritated me. After several uncomfortable moments, I realized something: Past all my rage, irritation, pain, discomfort, disgust...there was an emptiness. Like a part of me was missing. It was not just my arm, my legs, my body missing. It wasn't just my humanity, it was my soul. In those few profane moments, I reached for my dragons. I wanted something, anything, to prove that I was still human. That I was still me. But they were gone, the manifestations of my soul, like they were never there. Nonexistent. Did he somehow take them too?
I tried to stand, to get off the damn hospital bed, but my legs gave out underneath me. I let out a frustrated roar, surprising myself at how metallic it sounded. My true voice was gone as well, and it only made me angrier. Tears flowed from my eyes and they were stained with red; irritation from the new optics, perhaps. What I was going through in this moment was humiliation and dehumanization. I wanted to lash out, and the only thing available for me to attack...was myself.
I opened my arm up, and I snaked my fingers past the metal bars and coiled the cords around them. And I just fucking pulled. It took quite a bit of strength, but once the first few cords came out, sparking and dripping with blood and oil, the consecutive ones were easier. It hurt, but felt so, so good. Like relieving tension from a wound up spring. "I'm not human anymore! I'm a monster!" I kept screaming it in my native tongue. Apparently the people watching me had enough.
Three men came in, two of which I knew, and the other I didn't. Cassidy held my cybernetic arm down while Reyes pinned my human one. The third man pinned my legs, so I couldn't hurt the others or myself. "Calm down, Genj!" Cassidy shouted as I tried to shake myself free. After a few minutes, I wore myself out. I couldn't fight it anymore. This is what I am now. They let me go, and I instinctively curl up into a ball, holding my torn up arm out. It was trembling, the nerves frayed. The two older men stood up, and the unknown man gestured for someone to enter. Cassidy stayed next to me. "We're gonna have Angie patch you up, alright?" His accent was soothing, and he ran a hand through my hair in an attempt to keep me calm.
Doctor Ziegler came in with her tools. She took the torn out wires and reconnected them, and each connection stung. But I didn't move nor react. I had no energy, no fight left in me. Reyes and Cassidy looked at me with guilt and pity, while the doctor looked a bit upset that I messed up her handiwork. And the other man--one who I later learned was Commander Morrison--he didn't seem to care; devoid of any sympathy. And I didn't want it.
I just wanted what I lost: I wanted my humanity back.
(Thanks for reading. The beginning quote, I did not come up with it. It is from a game called Warframe, and I just wanted to use it bc it felt fitting for Genji. Also, he knows Cassidy and Reyes from before his incident because he was working with them to take down the Shimadas. I was going to write about that, but it ended up being really boring; I might go back to it later since it's important to his story.)
-How you haven’t killed him is mystery -He constantly asks you questions about everything from Ikora to when the universe is going to end. -The Hunters have taught you more than you ever wished to know about Cayde and honestly, it is a little scary how much they know about him. -When you meditate you will either be sitting on him while he buries his face in your hair or robe or he will be laying on you taking a nap. -Cayde likes to give gifts when he can’t give physical affection so he makes bonds for you out of things that he found in the wilds. Your favorite one is a bond that he created out of the materials of his arm that he lost in the red war. -Ikora approves of your relationship saying that you keep him grounded and focused. -Zavala, however, doesn’t. He prefers to have his fellow vanguard one hundred percent present instead of worrying about you while you are off with one of his hunters. This causes a rift between you and him while Cayde seems unaware of the small battle occurring right under his nose. -He loves to read with you whether it be a trashy romance novel or one of your more informational books he just wants to relax and spend time with you.
Hi! So I'd like to request (if you want too) headcanons of Hazard and reader having a hard-core flirting thing going on. But neither is making a move and everyone's like bro KISS ALREADY-
You can decide who makes the first move!
(Also I love ur writing I need more of this man)
What it would be like to hardcore flirt with Hazard (JUST MAKE OUT ALREADY)
General Dynamic
- Hazard and you are constantly locking eyes in conversations, but instead of looking away, they hold the gaze with a subtle smirk or eyebrow raise. It leaves everyone in the room feeling like a third wheel.
- Their banter is razor-sharp but never truly mean—it's like a game of verbal chicken where both are testing how far they can push before it gets real.
- Leaning too close while explaining something, brushing fingers when handing over items, or Hazard casually putting your hair behind your ear because “it bothered him”.
- Hazard calls Reader things like “sweetheart” and “hotshot” while Reader shoots back with “tough guy” and “Spiked for brains”. The nicknames become progressively flirtier over time.
Group Reactions
- Mutual friends and even the Phreaks are so done with it. Constant comments like, *“Will you two just kiss already?”* or blatant matchmaking attempts at group events.
- Hazard will throw a “don't wait up" as Reader leaves the room just to rile everyone up. Reader, unfazed, winks and says, "You wish."
- The group starts theorizing that the prolonged flirting is some kind of elaborate prank or game they're playing with each other.
Hazard’s Style
- Hazard loves to lean in close when talking, with that trademark smirk, and then back away *just* as it seems like he might actually say something meaningful.
- Occasionally, Hazard lets the guard down—just for a second—saying something like, *“You’re not as bad as I thought you were,”* before immediately covering it up with a laugh.
- Hazard steps in when needed, whether it’s someone hitting on Reader or a dangerous situation, but plays it cool after, with a casual, *“Can’t let anything happen to my favorite rival, can I?”*
Your Moves
- You play the game just as well, but occasionally stumbles over a quip when Hazard’s intensity catches them off guard.
- After you found out that Hazard likes to be praise, you tend to sneak in small praises like “You’re annoyingly good at this, y’know?” which Hazard always catches and turns into a smug grin or if you catch him guard…you’ll just see a freshly made tomato :].
- You LOVE to outdo Hazard just to see that spark of competitive fire in his eyes—whether it’s in training, arguments, casual bets or just to see how much flustered can you get him before he breaks.
- Speaking of breaking first, one night, when the teasing’s gone too far, Hazard corners you, smirks, and plants one hand against the wall beside your head. "Ye’ve been dancin’ ‘round this for long enough” he says, his voice low, laced with that distinct Scottish lilt. You raise an eyebrow, trying to hold your ground despite the way his words send a shiver down your spine. “Oh, do you? Go on, Hazard, enlighten me." His smirk deepens, and he leans in, his breath warm against your ear. "Ye want me tae make the first move. Admit it, lass." You let out a scoff, though your voice wavers slightly. "Big words for someone who’s been as scared to do it as me." Hazard pulls back just enough to meet your eyes, his teasing smirk softening into something sharper, more determined. "If ye think I’m scared, ye dinnae ken me at all." Before you can fire back, he closes the gap, catching your lips in a kiss that's rough and unrestrained, like he’s been holding back for far too long. When he finally pulls away, his breath mingling with yours, he grins, his accent thick and dripping with smugness, "Told ye I’d be the one tae break first." You grab the front of his jacket, pulling him closer, a smirk of their own spreading across their face, "Don’t get cocky, Hazard. This isn’t over yet." And just like that, the tension snaps, the teasing taking on a fiery, new intensity.
Solder76 x Reader where they only recently got together.
“Does it ever get stuffy in your mask?”
Soldier76 turned around. “What?”
You were curious, reaching for his face the instant he faced you. He immediately leaned back a few inches.
“Surely you must take it off some times to rest - ”
“Now is not the time.”
You backed down. “Why are you hiding?”
“I’m not.” He said gruffly, but judging by the way he refused to look at you, it was obvious that was a lie.
You found his hand and grasped it tightly, prompting him to turn back to you. “If you’re still afraid that I will leave you…” You squeezed his hand in what you hoped was a reassuring way. “I won’t. I promise.”
A minute of silence stretched between the two of you. Every time he looked like he was going to say something, nothing happened, and you started to wonder if you’ve been reading him wrong all this time.
You sighed, tracing the dips and ridges of his gloved hand. “If you’re not comfortable with me knowing, I won’t force you. I’m just curious, that’s all.”
He exhaled deeply, his body relaxing slightly, the tension slipping away just for a few moments. You didn’t see a well-trained soldier - you only saw a worn-out man who wanted - needed - some love and care.
You weren’t expecting anything. It was nice just to sit for a few hours, having that time solely to yourselves. But then he slipped his hand out of yours, and for a moment you wondered if the mask was too sensitive of a subject.
Before you could start to berate yourself, he reached up and removed his visor.
All you could do was stare. Memorize his features before he put it back on again. He gave you a tired smile, one that didn’t reach his gorgeous eyes. “Still thinking of staying?”
You laughed. It started softly, bubbling from your throat. A mix of excitement and relief. He trusted you. You said softly, gently, “Why would I leave?” He blinked, face devoid of emotion for half a second, as if he couldn’t grasp your intentions.
You weren’t going anywhere.
“I’m not with you because of your absolutely handsome face,” you snuggled up to him, determined to give him all the love you had. “I’m with you for who you are. To me, you’re perfect.”
He wrapped his arms around you, and for a few hours, both of you could pretend everything was perfect.
This was based on @the-sinful-voice-witch 's post about the first interaction between Amy and Sonic in the movie. I couldnt stop thinking about it so I HAD to draw it! Hope you like it!
Fluff for my man Genji ❤️❤️❤️
(This is post Blackwatch Genji, bc I've written fluff for that Genji twice man)
For someone so badass, he can also be kind of needy
Genji is kind of like a cat, where he'll just get extra close to you and when you run your hands through his hair, the whirring of the machinery in his body makes a purr sound
So, he's basically cybernetic cat ninja?
Very cuddly, though it will take some reassuring since he thinks his body isn't viable for affection since it is mostly made from carbon fiber.
He is very wrong, it's smooth and glossy and can heat up or cool down which let me tell you now anon is super nice.
Genji, while he won't admit it, is still a gamer at heart.
Gaming nights where he'll sit on the floor with you in his lap
He used to play competitively in arcades, but he found that with you he prefers to play games where you two works as a team or just enjoy each other's company
If you don't play games, he'd still like you to join him and watch as he plays a story-based game like Witcher 3 or Dragon age
He enjoys music A LOT
You took Lucio's suggestion and asked Genji to hook up his suit to change color to the beat of the music
He loves nothing more than to goof around doing silly dance moves with his RGB suit going off
We all know, no matter how much you love Genji, he can't dance for shit. His dance emote says it all.
If it's movie night? You know he cries his ass off at Titanic
He can't sing either, but he'll clear the feels out of the air by singing Celine Dion's "My Heart Will Go On"
It's horribly out of tune, but also just utterly charming that Genji's even trying.
As a nighttime routine, he has to plug himself in to a massive industrial charger on his side of the bed forcing him to lay on his back. (Not without giving you goodnight hugs and kisses)
While Genji can't move, you however, still can.
You can lay on his chest or hold his hand, his body heating up the bed and if you fear the dark, he's a ninja nightlight to chase the shadows.
A/N: While I hate playing against him, he is cute to write.
What if... Cybertronians are humans?
Autobots are men and women with Marvel-ish superpowers, so their robot-names are just nickname. Example: Optimus Prime is nothing but a codename for Commander Marcus Cullen, a British man (he was born in London) settled in USA; his sons, Alex and Nathan Cullen, are Bumblebee and Smokescreen respectively; etc. etc. They have a normal look, natural hair and eyes color. So Marcus/Optimus' hair - despite of all Human!Optimus fanarts I found on web, are not blue but dark brown, despite this he has naturally azure eyes; his fiancee Eleanor Miles (AKA Elita One) has not pink hair and blue eyes but red hair and green eyes - yes, Black Widow style! And yes, no tragic backstory for Opty (why people loves Human!Optimus as widow/depressed single daddy? Boh... *shuggles*)
Decepticons are superhumans as well, but evil and with a demonic/monstrous look: human/animal hybrids, cyborgs, androids... NOT a mafia organization in suit and tie (Damn, this is Sci-fi, not a realistic drama! 😅)! So, for example, Morgan Lazarevic aka Megatron is a Lucifer/The Fallen's spawn, half demon and half vampire, always wearing... not a bucket helm but a hood and a cape. He's NOT married with Starscream and/or Soundwave but his wife is a Lilith-ish dark lady... and yes, he's Optimus' big bro
More ideas will come in due time. Let me know what do you think... :)
Can you do more relationship fluff HCs with blackwatch and fem s/o? I love your other blackwatch work! Thanks!!
Genji loves to go out, but in his Blackwatch era the days of arcade games and goofing off are at an all-time low
However, he loves to hike.
He feels in his time of getting used to a cybernetic body, he has lost touch with himself.
Being out in nature helps him find peace whereas being in Moira's lab cannot
He doesn't really camp and spend the night too often though with you he'll pack a couple hammocks and find a nice campground
He'll pull you in with him a set you in his lap and pull out a book all while having his arms around you
Occasionally if you're cuddled against his chest, he'll pull you up to kiss you, and he'll have his body cybernetics heat up to keep you warm if the day grows cold
Genji doesn't necessarily eat, but Angela made it so he's able to enjoy small amounts of food
This means S'mores!
He enjoys them, but he likes feeding you them and laughing at the chocolate and marshmallow mess on your face
you did the same to him and it was one of the first times you've heard him laugh whole heartedly and man was that a majestic feeling
On the side, another hobby he's picked up is wood carving
Genji loves to make little statues for you, whether it's of dragons or foxes and if you're lucky he'll make a little inscription
Doesn't really have technology, but he does own a Wii?
Wii sports date night with the cowboy who's weirdly good at Wii bowling
Cassidy jokingly calls himself a gamer, but even a junker with -1 braincell could see he's not
The moment you buy Mario kart Wii and beat him over and over he's on his KNEES begging to play something else
REFUSES TO PLAY RED DEAD REDEMPTION NO MATTER HOW GOOD THE GRAPHICS ARE
Like I said in other post, while He can't barbeque his specialty lies in making comfort foods like corn bread, BBQ beans, mashed potatoes, and a basic pan seared steak.
On days your sick he'll whip up a hot tomato bisque with some bread on the side
Cassidy would love if you'd join him in the kitchen, meal preparation is always a pain in the ass
Going out, another thing he likes to do is go to carnivals, though he hates rollercoasters of any kind
He just likes showing you all the cheats to the unwinnable games
Not because he's scared, he just gets sick on them very easy
ok fine he's scared, I tried to cover for him but no he's a scaredy cat
If the day is free and slow, he's totally ok with chilling at home and holding you on the couch
Beware his beard tickles you during most kisses
Likes to wrap his poncho around you and put his cowboy hat on you
Definitely can't resist to kiss you when he sees you in his clothes
matching western outfits YES!
Such a weeb, and you'll know it after many nights in her lab
Watches anime while doing trivial experiments or documenting her results and she'll have you right there with her
When she goes home, she takes you with her and in all honesty she way too tired to cook so expect some take-out and a bottle of wine
Dinner is usually pretty animated; home is a place where she feels open to talk to you about her frustrations and excitements and she knows you'll listen and take to heart what she says
Make-out sessions with wine-stained lips, moira's pretty saucy milf don't sass me anon
Her corrupted hand pains her though she doesn't show it in front of others
Having you near her helps distract her form the pain ahd you and turn just puts some heat packs in the microwave and hold them against her arm
Occasional affection, but not much and that mostly stems from her fear of hurting you
Won't hesitate to kiss you though
absolutely no PDA
Long chess matches, she likes to play wits against wits
insert another wine-stained make out session here after you lose a match
her haughtiness after a winning makes her this way
She loves to style hair; it helps her unwind and she's rather good at it
same goes for nails, honestly, I can't paint nails for shit, but know that moira can and she will do yours in a heartbeat
SPA DATES
I have this image of moira with a cucumber mask and i can't get it out of my head god damnit
Big man. big arms. big cuddles
Sparring matches at HQ! Helps burn off energy and Afterwords he likes to head home with you
karaoke night, he probably finds some songs to sing in Spanish to woo you
Definitely a dancer, and won't take no for answer if he drags you out onto the floor
His thighs save lives
pulls you into his arms and sways to the beat
Twirls then dips you (the crowd gasps)
type of guy to have a rose in his mouth tbh
On the drive back he' gets drive thru and you two are laughing your asses of on the standup comedy radio
Gabriel occasionally takes you to this seaside cliff where he goes to contemplate and reflect on his decisions.
It's late at night and with the bags of fast food in his hand and a flashlight in the other he takes you to the top.
Once Gabe finds the spot, he finds the remnants of an old campfire and starts a fire and a couple worn plastic chairs are already set around the fire
You two are chowing down on fast food burgers and fries, and he reaches over with one arms and pulls you to his side
After finishing he puts out the fire and the stars become clearer than ever and looking over the cliff, the waves glow blue with bioluminescence
Gabriel smiles warmly at you and wraps an arm around your waist and brings his lips to yours
His kisses warm you up as the ocean breeze blows past the two of you
A/N: Not as much as the last one, but I pulled what I could from my brain to write more for the Blackwatch crew
What it says on the tin :D ~ Not saying that all these are ideas are wasted in Bayverse btw, some worked just fine within the movies, some could have used more depth and some are indeed wasted potential, SAY GO!
1. Jazz as second in command of the Autobots 2. Decepticon Police Car Barricade 3. Mikaela, just, everything about her 4. Girl Gestalt Arcee, Chromia and Elita 5. Humans and Autobots working together - like, seriously! I would have enjoyed these movies so much more if instead of following Sam, we had Lennox as the main character and had scene his team bonding with the Autobots as they work together to catch Decepticons. I would have loved to see that happen, but alas, we just have the concept and one like from Epps when he says "they killed my friends" while referring to the Autobots in Dark of the Moon 6. Old man Jetfire 7. The whole Sentinel storyline - would have made a far better story if they had given it more to time, but I really liked the idea and what we got! 8. Humanity turning against the Autobots - this is something I always assumed would happen in the shows in which the Bots are common knowledge - the good thing about this is how it leads to good character arcs and drama for the Autobots, mainly Optimus Prime. His arc (carried over from the end of Dark of the Moon) in Age of Extinction was good! Liked it a lot and it made me love this version of Optimus! Not as well written as it could have been, but the idea is great and they did a good-enough job with it. 9. Laserbeak as a cocky assassin who can shapeshift - great stuff, great stuff :D 10. Shockwave and his giant pet sandworm 11. Optimus starting the 4th movie as broken as he was 12. Having a dad as the Protagonist and drawing clear parallels to him and Prime - I found it cute and they actually stuck with this in the final :D Also, Optimus and Cade is maybe my favourite dynamic any version of Prime has with a human 13. Cade being fucking badass and doing what he does for the Autobots 14. Crosshairs, mostly his design - his trenchcoat looks so epic! <3 15. Lockdown, I liked his role in the 4th movie a lot 16. Megatron's whole plan to use the humans to make him a new body - nice plan pal 17. Quintessa 18. Optimus being brainwashed instead of Nemesis Prime being a clone - and being forced to turn against his family! Super angst source, too bad they didn't manage to make it good 19. The whole negotiation scene between Megs and Lennox was nice - I wish it had meant anything 20. The Dinobot babies
Rules are like bones; they're made to be broken.
HAZARD | Overwatch 2
Everything feels better when Genji is with you.
( genji shimada x gender-neutral reader | ~0.8k words )
content: emotional hurt/comfort, some fluff, established relationship (can be read as either romantic or platonic, whichever you’d prefer :)) genji loves u <3
etc: divider by cafekitsune; tagging @angelshub @bitchcraftinc @enchantedforest-network @ghostqueue; cross-posted on ao3
“I have not seen you around recently.”
You look up to find Genji leaning against the doorframe with his arms crossed over his chest. Quite some time has passed since you first met him. If you were younger, you would’ve jumped out of your skin at his unexpected arrival, but you didn’t. Instead, you didn’t bat an eye, far too jaded to be surprised by anything anymore.
“I’ve been busy,” you say.
Your words feel practised, dishonest, though they aren’t entirely false. Between the increasing Null Sector attacks and the pressure Soldier: 76 has been putting on you, time has felt like it’s been slipping out of your hands. You wish you could be as uplifting as Lena, or maybe as relaxed as Cassidy. It’s never been in your nature to relax, you suppose, having been raised in a disciplinarian family. Yet here you are, curled up in your blankets as you wallow in self-pity, looking the most pathetic you ever have in front of him.
He doesn’t seem bothered by it, something you can’t decide whether to feel thankful or upset about. Guilt begins to seep into your system as he takes a seat on the edge of your bed. As if he can sense your spiral into pessimism—he probably can, he’s known you for long enough—he laces his fingers with yours, the metal cool against your skin.
A beat of silence passes.
“Genji?”
He hums, waiting for you to continue.
“I’m sorry.”
You don’t like him seeing you in such a state. Genji caresses the back of your hand with his thumb, seemingly lost in thought for a moment. It’s hard to discern what he’s thinking. He’s been keeping his mask on more frequently, just out of habit, but a part of you wishes you could just see his eyes on you one more time.
“I know you didn’t mean to ignore me,” he speaks up, turning his head in your direction. “But I have missed you. That’s why I came here.”
You manage a weak smile. “I missed you too.”
“Cassidy has been asking for you as well.” There’s an amused lilt in his voice. “He said it’s sad not having his favourite sharpshooter around.”
That gets a chuckle out of you. “His favourite sharpshooter?”
“Yes. And mine too.”
Heat rises to your cheeks at how easily he says it. The fact that he’s holding your hand isn’t helping much, either. Still, it amazes you how a simple two words can make you feel the lightest you’ve ever been. You missed this. You missed him.
“Don’t say it like that,” you mumble, flustered. “I’m trying to mope, Genji.”
“I am not allowing it.” He lets go of your hand and you’re already missing his touch, your bottom lips slightly jutting into a pout at his sudden movement. It doesn’t last long, though, now that he’s shifted his position so he’s laying his head on your lap. “And I was only telling the truth.”
“Shut up.” There’s no actual malice in your words. Even without your other hand coming down to cup the side of his face, you think he knows that very well too. “You can’t just come in here and get me all soft and mushy, you know. You’re so mean.”
“I am mean?” he retorts in mock offence. “I tell you that I miss you, but I am mean.”
“Yeah. The meanest.” You giggle, bringing his hand up to your lips to press a gentle kiss on it. With a pleased sigh, you feel your worries ebb away and let yourself sink into the comfort he brings you. “I’ll probably come back tomorrow. I’m feeling better anyway—”
“You will come see me first, yes?”
You playfully nudge his head away, avoiding his gaze again because somehow it’s like second nature for him to make you feel this way. Like you’re a blushing protagonist of a romance story. In a last ditch attempt to keep your cool, you clear your throat and say in the most deadpan tone you can muster.
“Actually, I think I’ll see Winston first.”
“You would prefer him over me?” You can practically hear him sulking. “And you say that I am mean.”
You find yourself smiling at how natural it feels to fall back into this kind of rhythm with him despite all your setbacks and isolation. It makes your heart swell in joy, being cared for and understood by someone like him.
“Hey, get up,” you urge him gently. He does so without question, though he still tilts his head at you curiously. You scoot forward, finally leaving the mass of blankets to throw yourself in his arms, pressing a kiss to where his cheek would be. “I love you, Genji.”
He lets out a content sigh. “I love you too. You don’t have to push yourself so hard.”
You fall into a comfortable silence. In the embrace of the one you love, you’re slowly lulled to a peaceful slumber until he speaks up again, this time sounding genuinely concerned.
“But you will come see me first tomorrow, right?”
Your laughter is all he hears.
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