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My own Silver the Hedgehog headcanons! 🤍

Just Silver

• As a child, it was very difficult for him to take control of his physic powers and often caused unintentional messes; this led to his family cutting him off.

• Even if he learned to enhance his abilities as he grew older, occasional outbursts were still common. Luckily a tech friend built the bracelets to keep them intact.

• In the future, there are legends about an unstoppable hero who would always save the world with his speed and endless optimism (his name was lost through time) . Silver grew up with these stories and was inspired to be like a hero too.

• The Silver which has been seen since ‘Rivals’ isn’t the same Silver from 06; he can be more calmer and doesn’t go straight to killing his foes. However, his urge for justice is still somewhat there.

• Oddly enough, Silver has met some of his friends’ descendants before. How does he know this? Either with similar looks or the families praising their ancestors as old-time heroes.

• His favourite subject to study is history, which explains his fascination for what the past was like and how he stays there for some time after helping to save it.

Silver and Blaze

• Silver doesn’t usually talk about his troubles that much, not even to his friends, but Blaze is different. She’s mature for her age like him and is a good listener.

• He’s gotten to know both Cream and Marine pretty well thanks to Blaze; from the rabbit inviting them both for tea to Blaze allowing the raccoon to visit Sonic’s dimension once.

• Whenever Silver feels afraid to return back to his time due to possible resets (this doesn’t happen often) Blaze allows him to rest in her dimension for a short while. Another chance to meet Marine as well.

• Together with his psychokinesis and her pyrokinesis, they can be the most unstoppable duo together - possibly pass the ultimate lifeform himself.

• Despite them meeting for the first time in Sweet Mountain, they have his deep feeling of something familiar about each other. They’re confused about this, but they feel safe around one another, and work greatly in battle. Hopefully someday they’ll find the answer.

First Snow: A Blackwatch!Genji x Reader SFW Story

This wasn't a request, just something I came up with on my own to start things off. :) --- You stand from afar outside of the base, watching him. Clouds covered the sky, and snow fell from above; lightly at first, then gradually more intense. It was the first snowfall of the year, and if it kept up, it might stick. For Genji, this was his first time experiencing snow in this body. He was wearing nothing but a black hoodie over his cybernetics. This wasn't an issue for him, he normally didn't wear any clothing at all. He didn't perceive heat and cold in the same way anymore. He stretched both of his arms out and flexed his hands gingerly. In his left still flesh arm; he felt what he expected. Cold particles brushing against it and turning to water on impact, a growing feeling of numbness the longer he stood there. In his right cybernetic arm however, he only felt a muted sensation. The sensors in his arm were telling his brain that something was making contact with it, but he didn't have the same sensations of wet and numbness that his left did. He kneels down and sticks his whole right hand into the layer of snow forming at the ground and keeps it there. It is only after he doesn't pull it back out again after several minutes that you finally decide to approach Genji. "How long are you going to do that for?" you ask. He finally gets up and turns to face you. He isn't surprised by your question, he knew you were watching him the entire time. "Until I feel what I should be feeling." came the matter of fact reply. "Does it help?" you ask as he flexes his cybernetic hand several more times. He scoffs, and then suddenly grabs both of your hands and takes them into his own. You flinch and recoil from the sensation, the feeling of cold is overwhelming. Just how long had he been out here for before you found him?

He rolls his eyes, as if you had just asked a question with an obvious answer. "No, it doesn't. If I was normal, I would react as you did. But I don't feel things the same way you do anymore. I don't even feel your hands on mine the same way." You look down, unsure of what to say. Genji continues. "But that's the point isn't it? I'm not meant to feel. I was rebuilt to be a weapon. The less I feel, the easier it is to do my job." "Don't... don't talk about yourself like that, please..." you beg. It wasn't the first time he had spoken of himself like that. Every time he did, you hated it. Hated how he dehumanized himself like that. "It's the truth, and every day proves that more and more." he responds coldly. He turns and begins walking away. You stand there for a moment, then chase after him and wrap your arms around him, placing your head against the back of his faceplate. The cold metal sends chills down your spine, but you hold firm. "What're you doing?!" he demanded, but didn't move to break away. You move your right arm up and begin to stroke his hair. "Can you feel that?" you ask. "... Mostly." "And how does it make you feel?" "Embarrassed." You move your left hand over his chest, attempting to feel his heartbeat. You find it. A steady rhythm that grows faster the longer you keep your hand there. "Weapons don't have hearts, Genji. They don't have emotions. You do. That's how I know you're still human inside. That's how you know you're still human." There's a silence between you two. You move your right hand back down and place it over your left, so that both hands are now over his heart area. After a while, Genji raises his left human hand puts it on top of yours. "I feel lost." he begins; "On missions, it's easy, my anger focuses me on the task at hand. But afterwards, in the quiet, I feel like I lose a part of myself every time. Like there's nothing else." You say nothing.

He turns to face you. For the first time that day, you get a good look at his eyes. Normally Genji looked angry all the time. The red tends to do that. But when you're this close, you see something more. Pain. "Some days you're the only thing that reminds me I'm still human." he finishes. "I'll be there to remind you every day if you want me to. You're as human as I am; as anybody else here is. There's more to you than killing. You just have to find it again." That kind of just came out. You felt unsure whether that was what he needed to hear, but you notice the muscles in his face relax. "Thank you." he says quietly. You respond with a smile, but you're unable to hold it for long. The biting wind causes your teeth to start chattering. You look away, and then turn back when you hear a slight chuckle. "Did you just laugh at me?" you ask playfully. "Perhaps." he responds in kind. Your face drops into a slight pout.

"Come, let's get back inside, you must be freezing." he continues. He offers you his human arm, which you take, and he gently leads you back towards warmth. There will be other bad days, you're sure of that. But for today, you feel like you legitimately made a difference to Genji. And he's grateful for it.

a small Guardian x Crow ficlet, inspired by me having consecutive nightmares for way too long now 😩

Crow was... running. The reality was loose under his feet and kept changing directions. But he knew he had to keep going, forward and forward.

Until he ran into the Guardian, whose face, contorted with anger, scared him. And he didn't know how to keep that fear down, so he screamed and screamed and screamed and waited until his screaming made his voice nothing but a hoarse echo.

And then he woke up.

His fingers grip onto the blankets, feeling the warmth of the fabric, the tight folds. His heart is pounding in his chest, trying to run away. Trying to make him run away.

The Guardian sits up beside him, and Crow flinches. His throat still hurts from screaming, even if he didn't utter a sound.

They ask him if he is alright.

"I... You are not mad at me, are you?"

They smile at him and shake their head. A resolution so clear, it wipes away some of the fear.

"Another nightmare," Crow mutters, rubbing his sleepy eyes, trying to make the burning tears in the corners of his eyes go away, unbidden. He is so tired.

As the Guardian guides him into their arms, Crow counts the lights outside the window. He feels for the fabric, and then for the Guardian's body. He feels the smell of them both, of their home. His mouth tastes with anxious acid.

But his heart slows down and reality sets in with a kinder sensation around him.

He doesn't need to run. He doesn't need to scream.

The Guardian kisses his forehead as Crow nestles within their embrace. He is not sure he wants to sleep just yet, so he wraps himself in the comfort of being held and reassured.

Maybe tomorrow those dreams will not find him again.

DA:O gif set 003 | Alistair Romance - So, we made it!

“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.”

Sorry Squid, I’m from Italy and of course my english is shitty! XD Anyway, yes... like Fibonacci :)

Hello Squid. What about a Shakarian fairy tale like Wafflesrock's Oasis or Fathomless Depths? 😇

I’m not quite sure I know what you’re asking here.

If you mean shorter stories, then I can’t really do those. They’re hard for me to do and @wafflesrock16 does a much better job at it.

Also, as for fairy tale, that’s kinda what Fibonacci is??? I mean, unless I’m wrong?

I've watched this about one hundred times.

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.

Nightmare Cayde-6 x Reader

Becoming a Guardian was the best thing that had ever happened to you. Protecting the universe was always exciting. And, you had made so many friends during your adventures. But, there was a downside. You often had hellish nightmares. They were bad at first, not allowing you to sleep. But after awhile, you managed to get a four to six hours of sleep every night.

Tonight’s nightmare, though, was not one that was easy to forget.

In your nightmare, you had been assigned to hunting down a small group of bandits out in the EDZ. Zavala said that it was going to be quick and easy. You gathered your weapons and flew to the location of the bandit camp. After scouting the area, you took out your hand cannon and advanced on the group. You quickly took out the snipers and rolled behind a rock as the rest of the bandits shot at you. After reloading, you activated your Golden Gun and took out the remaining bandits. Or so you thought.

A few bandits returned from a run and saw you taking out their group. You hadn’t noticed them when they arrived, and they easily cornered you. They demanded you surrender, which you did, but you quickly sent out an SOS. You threw down all your weapons and put your hands up.

The bandits rushed towards you and tied your hands behind your back. They whispered about selling you to some Guardian hunter and threw you against a rocky wall in their camp. You groaned in pain and just sat there, knowing someone was going to come to your aid soon.

And indeed, someone did. A ship flew over the camp and as it did, a certain Hunter Vanguard appeared in front of everyone.

The bandits freaked out upon seeing Cayde. They quickly pulled out their auto rifles and shot him.

“Hey (Y/N)~! I got your distress signal and I’m here to rescue you!” Cayde shouted heroically as he dove for cover.

“Thank god! I was getting bored!” You called back. You heard Cayde chuckle and poke out from behind a tree to shoot the enemies. The few bandits remaining began to run away, trying to escape their death. But, Cayde quickly shot them down before they could get too fair.

He came out from behind his hiding spot and jogged over to you.

“Don’t worry princess, your knight is here!” He said when he got to you. He helped you stand up and untied your wrists.

“Thanks Cayde.” You said which stretching. Cayde winked.

“Alrighty lets head back to the Tower. I, sadly, have more paperwork to do.” He whined. You laughed and bent down to grab your weapons. When you stood back up, your eyes widened.

“Cayde! GET DOWN!” You screamed. Cayde turned to see what was behind him. There, was an injured bandit with a hand gun pointed straight at him. A shot rang through the air and the next thing you knew, Cayde was on the ground.

“No!” You yelled, running to him. But, you couldn’t reach him. The distance between you two kept growing. Cayde groaned in pain and kept calling for you, while you shouted his name back. You heard menacing laugh in the distance before you tripped. You fell and screamed as the world slowly grew black.

—

You jolted awake. Your breathing was wild and you were covered in sweat. Ghost appeared next to you.

“(Y/N)? Are you alright?” Ghost asked. He floated towards you and nuzzled your neck. You pulled him into a small hug and tried to calm your breathing.

“I… just had a nightmare.” You whispered to Ghost. It made a sound of acknowledgment and pressed himself tighter into the hug. This lasted for awhile until you fully calmed down and got up. You needed some air. Quickly changing into a casual outfit, you wandered outside.

You walked to the courtyard of the Tower and leaned in the rails to look over the city. A breeze blew through your hair and you exhaled, the nightmare was still weighing on you. It felt so realistic. Losing someone so close to you, someone you loved, was something you always feared.

You shuddered after recalling the dream again. You needed to see Cayde. Make sure he was alive and safe. You turned and sprinted to his room to find the exo. You passed a few Guardians who were sitting around chatting, probably unable to sleep too. You reached his door, and paused. You didn’t want to wake him, but you needed to see him. After knocking a few times and getting no answer, your heart sank. Your Light flickered in sadness. Ghost appeared after feeling your distress.

“Hey, maybe he’s in his usual spot in the hanger?” He said. You nodded slowly before jogging to the hanger.

Upon reaching the area, you let out a huge sigh of relief. There was Cayde, leaning over a map on his desk. Sundance was floating next to him and when she saw you, she bumped the exo.

“Hm? What is it buddy?” He asked. He looked at his Ghost and turned his head to follow her gaze. His eyes brightened up when he was you.

“(Y/N)! What brings you…” He trailed off upon seeing the state you were in. He could sense how dim your Light was, indicating that something was seriously wrong. He made his way over to you and checked you for any injuries. When he finished, his bright blue eyes met yours. His face took on a worried look when he saw leftover tear marks.

“What happened (Y/N)?” he whispered while taking your hand. You looked down and quickly broke into tears again. Cayde gently took you into his arms and held you close as you cried. He was warm and you easily melted into his arms. You gripped onto him as if he was going to vanish into thin air if you didn’t. Cayde whispered soothing words into your ear, reminding you that the two of you were safe. Sundance and your Ghost floated near, watching your and Cayde’s Light intertwine. After what seemed like years, you let go of him and dried your face. Cayde stepped back and put his hands on his hips.

“So, are you going to tell me what happened?” He asked. He grabbed a nearby chair and sat down. You stood in front of him and took a breath. Sundance settled down in Cayde’s lap and your Ghost rested on your shoulder.

“I just… had a really bad nightmare.” You said quietly. Cayde nodded.

“What happened in it?” He said. You lowered your head and shook it. You did not want to share what you saw. Cayde grunted as he stood up. He grabbed your arm and slowly traced little circle on your skin with his thumb.

“Come on, (Y/N). Please tell me.” He pleaded. You looked into his eyes. He was sad and extremely worried about you. You nodded.

“It started off fine. I was on an easy mission. Then, things got out of hand. I needed help and you showed up to help me. You saved me but then…” You gulped and Cayde rubbed your arm, encouraging you to go on.

“And then, you got shot… I tried to run to you, b-but I couldn’t get to you… It was terrible. And it felt so real.”

Cayde hummed and took a step back. You looked up at him with watery eyes. He placed a hand on your cheek and lightly wiped your eyes. You leaned into his touch.

“Well, that was pretty awful. I can’t believe I died in such a stupid way.” Cayde said while laughing quietly. You giggled a little too. Cayde smiled and took you in his arms again. You blushed when he placed his forehead against yours.

“But, I’m here (Y/N). And I’m not going anywhere. I have to protect the galaxy, you know. And, I would never leave you alone.”

You looked up at him and tightened your hug. Cayde chuckled and squeezed you back. Sundance and Ghost looked happily at each other, as your Light had been restored to its usual brightness.

You went to move away from the hug, but Cayde tightened his hold. You gave him a questioning look before he pecked your forehead. Your face blew up into a huge blush and hid in his chest. Cayde laughed.

“Thank you for helping me feel better, Cayde.” You said, still hiding.

“Anytime (Y/N). I’m always here for my favorite Guardian.”

After hearing that, you drew all your courage and got up on your tiptoes. You pressed your lips to Cayde’s faceplates. His blue eyes widen, and his face began to heat up. After a second, he responded to your kiss and pressed against your lips. You guys shared a long kiss before pulling apart.

Your face was all red and Cayde’s temperature had risen pretty high. You giggled at the embarrassed exo. Sundance also laughed at her Guardian. Cayde gave her a semi-mean glare before turning back to you.

“Alright, well, how about I treat you to some late night ramen?” Cayde asked after he recovered from embarrassment. You nodded happily. Cayde took your hand in his and the two of you strolled to the courtyard to eat.

Your Ghosts followed behind, happy to see their Guardians’ Light brighter than it had been ever before.

I decided to throw my hat in the ring too :>

I was wondering if I can request just hcs of making out with hazard with a slight hint of suggestive please and thank u 😽

YAAAAAAAA HELL YEAAAAHHHHHHHH, I’m gonna hold your hand when I say this i might sound a lil insane on this ALSO Thank you for being my second request!

How it would be like to make out with Hazard aka Findlay Docherty (SLIGHT NSFW)

- Unrelenting Confidence

Hazard is the type to take the lead unapologetically. He leans in like he already knows you’ve been waiting for this, his smirk daring you to keep up with his intensity.

- Rough Around the Edges

His kisses are anything but gentle; there’s a raw electric energy to the way he moves. He’s the kind to bite your lip just hard enough to leave a lingering ache, only to soothe it with a deep, lingering kiss right after. But if you can’t keep up or it’s too much for you to handle, he would actually try his best to be gentle. (no promises though)

- Playful Teasing

Hazard doesn’t just kiss you—he taunts you. He knows just how much his accent makes you melt and if it just to tease you? He will not shut the fuck up. He’ll pull away just as things are getting heated, chuckling low as if to say, “Is that all ye’ve got, love? Thought ye’d be puttin’ up a better fight.” before diving back in even rougher.

- Dominating Presence

While Hazard might come off as a cocky, unrelenting top at first glance, there’s a deeper, more vulnerable layer hiding behind his swagger. He thrives on praise, though he’d never admit it outright. Between kisses, if you so much as breathe out a soft: “You’re so good at this” or let slip a dazed, “I can’t get enough of you” it’s like flipping a switch. His grip tightens, his kisses grow more desperate, even buck his hips against yours to get some friction in his pants and a dark flush would spread across his cheeks. He freezes for half a second, his smirk faltering before doubling down. “Och, keep talkin’ like that, and I’ll show ye just how good I can be.” Congratulations, you got yourself a dog :].

- Bite Marks

Hazard has no problem with leaving reminders of your time together. He’ll nip along your jawline, neck, chest and even your thighs just hard enough to mark his territory without going too far. Every mark he leaves feels deliberate, like a signature. He even went as far as to suggest for you to wear shorts or skirts around him to show them off once, needles to say he only got some playful punches out of you.

- Chaotic Passion

There’s an unpredictability to him. One moment, his kisses are slow and teasing, and the next, they’re consuming, as if he’s determined to memorize every inch of your body.

- Aftermath

When it’s over, he’ll pull back just enough to lock eyes with you, that trademark smirk firmly in place as he takes in your flushed face and disheveled state. His only comment? A cocky, “Ye’d best catch yer breath now, lass, ‘cause ye’ll need it next time.”