“ Uldren Sov ... Is Mine . ”

I want someone to talk Transformers with me.

Warning, I'm the type that appreciates the Bayverse (even though I know, critically, they're bad).

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Heyyy! I saw your post and was wondering if you could write some Genji headcanons (or one shot) of him developing feelings for a Fem! Reader who’s restoring his body from cybernetic back to human?

I’d be happy to! Really dig this concept! I feel like i could definitely do a bigger, oneshot ficlet on this, but i’d like to be able to devote more time to it when i’m less busy. For now, i’ll write some HC’s. 

(warnings; small spicy section at the end)

‘ He has a strange relationship with his body. Over the years, it’s been relentlessly poked and prodded, upgraded and altered, lorded and abhorred; and Genji has had to learn to live with inhabiting a weapon of a body that is not private, that does not and never will belong to him. ‘

Genji HC’s

(GN! Reader, restoring his body to human)

I’m going out on a limb and saying that this takes place after current canon, some years in the future. Mainly because I can’t see Genji getting rid of his cybernetic body until the conflict and his time serving Overwatch is well and truly done.

It’s a very big, life altering choice he makes for the sake of his own inner peace, something he thinks about extensively and consults both Zenyatta and Angela on. When he finally makes the decision, and gets the go ahead from medical professionals, Genji is very much ready to say goodbye to this body.

It’s a gradual, painstaking process. You’re at the forefront of the medical team which will be overseeing Genji’s transformation. Angela had recommended you herself, and Genji has often heard her speak highly of you; this bright eyed, brilliant medical graduate with a slightly overzealous eagerness to help those in need. 

You’re brought on board some years after the recall to specialise in helping out the veterans. Assisting Reinhardt with physical therapy. Fine tuning Sojourn’s prosthetics. You practically jump at the chance to assist with Genji’s case.

Genji finds your dedication... admirable. 

Admirable, and perhaps a little bit stupid. He knows that this is a big job to take on for someone so green, and privately he’s rather wary on whether or not you’ve got the stomach for it.

He’s a little bit tired and jaded at this point, and the man just wants to finally settle down for a life of peace, to properly reconcile with his brother and see where the remainder of his life takes him. Your enthusiasm is refreshing for him, though, and while he’s friendly but guarded, he can’t help but inevitably warm up to you the more time he spends in your presence.

The job demands late nights, extensive study and almost constant regular interaction with each other. Nightly visits become a thing, and it’s at these meet-ups that a sort of tentative bond begins to unfold between you:

It all starts with a text message from you; sent at some ridiculous hour when you’ve lost track of time, asking Genji if he’d be able to stop by to discuss his bloodwork results. Genji himself is a notorious night owl, but he’s a little baffled to see the message pop up on his holopad at 1:30AM. This is the hour for late night meditation, or secret rendezvous between lovers - not for medical appointments!

He worries that perhaps something might’ve flagged up seriously wrong in his bloodwork for you to be alerting him so early in the morning. Yet another slightly more ridiculous notion - that perhaps is him getting a little presumptuous - almost entertains the idea that this might be a booty call. Genji quickly puts that thought to bed. Whatever your intentions are, he decides to humour you, throwing on a hoodie and texting you back that he’ll be there right away. 

He enters to find you, a little ragged looking, empty cups of coffee and papers strewn around you at the table. You hardly even seem to notice him coming in, eyes framed with drowsy bags, still staunchly focused on the papers in front of you.

Genji clears his throat with a metallic sort of whirr, announcing himself. 

“Pulling an all nighter?” 

You flinch at the sound of his voice, startled, blinking like an owl. It takes you a split moment to shake yourself off, run a hand through your frazzled hair, and offer him a coffee-breath smile.

“Genji! You came.”

“I did,” Genji affirms, “although it’s a strange hour for a medical examination, I have to say.”

You merely stare at him in confusion for a moment, then let your gaze drift to the clock. Your eyes widen again in shock, smacking yourself on the forehead. Genji watches, bemused, as your expression appears to cycle between horror and embarrassment.

“Oh my God, is that the time? I’m so sorry, I’ve been so caught up I must’ve lost track - I didn’t even notice!”

“I thought it might’ve been an emergency,” Genji shrugs, “so I came anyway.” 

“Oh, no, not at all! Your bloodwork came back fine. I just thought I should follow up with it. I was, um... under the impression that it was much earlier in the day, was all,” you explain sheepishly. You dip your head reverently, and get back to profusely apologising. “God, I’m so sorry. I must have woken you up. Please, forgive me. Feel free to go on back to your room, we can reschedule this for another... more appropriate time.”

He chuckles, brushing off your concerns good-naturedly. Maybe he should feel a little annoyed, but instead, Genji just feels a smile itching at his mouth, and a spike of almost affectionate pity for you. In a swift, gentle breeze of movement, he pulls out the plastic waiting chair and seats himself politely at your side. 

“Do not worry. I am usually awake at this hour. I don’t settle down for the night till around 2AM. Might as well put it to good use, eh?”

 From then on, Genji makes it a habit to devote some of his late nights to visiting the medical ward; patiently undergoing tests or simply keeping you company as you arduously sift through your notes. He’ll bring you words of encouragement, food and beverages; fruit bowls from the cafeteria, a nice, cold bottle of water from the vending machine. He makes sure you’re not overworking yourself and scolds you when you’re spreading yourself too thin. 

Purely professional talk slowly but surely becomes personal. You chatter ranges from talking about your day, silly anecdotes, rememberings of times past, or abstract, sleep-deprived deep talks about the meaning of life and the universe.

It’s unavoidable for you, becoming close with Genji. Naturally, such an intimate procedure requires a particular closeness with the patient. Knowing him in every minute aspect: clued in on every bodily symptom, even the uncomfortable but necessary parts such as bowel movements or fluctuations in sex drive. 

Genji takes all this in relatively good stride. Lord knows the poor guy is used to it. He has a strange relationship with his body. Over the years, it’s been relentlessly poked and prodded, upgraded and altered, lorded and abhorred; and Genji has had to learn to live with inhabiting a weapon of a body that is not private, that does not and never will belong to him, really. 

Still, he finds himself getting a little bit flustered, sometimes, especially when questions or medical procedures entail intimate parts of his physiology. And it seems this is a likewise phenomenon for you. He watches your cheeks flush a deep red, avoiding his eye and apologising profusely for the invasion. And Genji realises, then, that he finds your sudden shyness exceptionally endearing. 

This is it; the first symptom of a larger, underlying problem. This is when he begins to suspect that his feelings for you have begun to take a turn from the professional to something a little more complicated.

Once upon a time, Genji Shimada had been a playboy, in all respects of the word. Neglecting his clan duties for frivolous things, he toted around a different girl on his arm every night and flirted with practically anything that moved. 

That had been a long time ago, of course, and he’s a much different man now. Age and hardship have tempered his unruly nature. But all of a sudden, with this newfound, rose-tinted attraction, he finds himself feeling and behaving like a teenage boy again. Some of the aspects of his younger self have been miraculously resurrected.

He can’t help himself - any chance he gets he’s firing cheeky, playful quips at you. Bringing you food to share or coffee on your lunch and tea breaks, offering you his arm on your casual afternoon strolls. It feels like a wonderful reward to coax a smile out of you, or see your face heat up with a flush of bashfulness. It’s even more exhilarating when you reciprocate his flirtatious banter.

The tension between you fast becomes unbearable. The meeting of eyes and physical touch tends to linger just a little too long; charged, intimate. In spare moments you accompany each other everywhere. People start to notice your closeness and begin to suspect. 

At dinner, Hanzo narrows his eyes and pointedly asks him what ‘the nature of his relationship with this doctor is,’, and Cassidy, eloquent as ever, outright asks Genji ‘’whether or not the two of you are screwin’ ’’, because he’s thinking of asking you out for a drink. “So you’d better hurry up and make a damn move, ole’ boy,” Cole nudges, teasingly, “-or somebody else will.”

NSFW

When the pair of you finally do acknowledge your attraction to eachother, it doesn’t take long for things to become physical.

Late night meetings in the medical office really do become midnight rendezvous. Genji will take you on the surface of your desk, passionate, frenzied and tender, with the utmost attentiveness to your pleasure. 

Singing praises into your skin, of how much he’s yearned for you these past months, lusted over you. Of how eternally grateful he is that you’d both wandered into eachother’s lives. 

And yes, maybe you do take notes on Genji’s performance in bed, especially when he’s midway through having his cybernetic body replaced with transplant and/or flesh prosthetics. It’s important to gauge how much sensation he is able to feel with his new body, and the pair of you can explore that much more intensively together now that you are intimate. 

For : ilovebva. :)

  (I hope you like this story, if it’s not the case, I can do it again :)    You were a healer, and you had been tasked with taking care of Genji. Even if he was cold with you, you quickly love him. While he was in his room, and had left the door open, he had taken off his mask, you looked at it. “What are you doing ?” Genji asked, noticing your presence. “I’m sorry, I did not want to bother you,” you answered with a smile. “Go!” Genji slammed the door violently, which made you very sad. You were not surprised at his reaction, he was like that since his brother had killed him and joined Blackwatch after becoming a cyborg. No matter, tomorrow you were going to tell him what you felt. You were lucky that day, he did not train, seeing him walk in the corridors, you quickly approach. “Hello Genji” you said smiling. He does not say anything. “I would like to talk to you, if you have the time” you took a deep breath, you were afraid. “I would also like to talk to you” he finally said. “You first” The words took a long time to come out of your mouth, but you succeeded. “I love you!” You became red with shame. Genji was surprised, as you were about to leave so much you were ashamed, he took your hand. “That’s exactly what I wanted to say to you, I love you too, and I apologize for last night, I did not want to be mean to you …. I do not know what took me” You smiled, as he removed his mask, and kissed you quickly on the lips. From that moment, he only had eyes for you.

Ghost Shells, 2023

I've watched this about one hundred times.

Meditation (Genji x Reader)

//Hello everyone! This is my first actual post on here, hope you all like it~

You’re sitting on a picnic blanket with Genji in the gardens of his estate, enjoying the spring weather. The sakura trees have just begun to blossom, covering the trees in pale pink flowers and filling the air with a faint floral aroma. You lean into Genji and close your eyes, resting your head between his shoulder and his neck. He wraps his arm around you and pulls you closer, making you smile. You sigh happily. It had taken a long time for him to get this comfortable with you, but it was well worth the wait.

“Genji,” you murmur.

He looks down at you and speaks slowly, “What is it…” he pauses and his eyes dart away from yours as his face reddens. He swallows before continuing, “… Honey?” He chuckles at his embarrassment.

Your heart seems to swell in your chest and you grin at him. Genji is still getting used to using pet names—something he had never used seriously before dating you. You told him he didn’t need to use a pet name if he wasn’t comfortable with it, but he insisted that he wanted to.

You sit upright and face him. “Can you teach me how to meditate?”

His eyes gleam and he smiles sincerely. It was the first time anyone wanted to learn something he now loved to do.

He spends the next few minutes “warming you up” by walking you through light stretches to relax your muscles and showing you a comfortable position to meditate in.

Once the two of you are settled, sitting face-to-face, Genji begins talking you through the meditation process. He tells you to close your eyes and concentrate on your breathing and how the breaths flow in and out of your body.

Genji’s voice is so soothing that you immediately feel relaxed. He keeps guiding you through the meditation and the gaps between his spiels become longer and longer. Eventually he falls silent and you’re left listening to the world around you. Birds chatter. Insects drone in the distance. The sound of flowing water enters your ears and you feel at peace with the world.

A few minutes pass and a light breeze blows through the garden, making the sakura branches sway. You’re pulled out of your concentration by mild curiosity. You open your eyes to peek at Genji.

He’s looking at you lovingly. When you open your eyes, he grins. “Sorry. I couldn’t concentrate… I was so happy,” he said and laughed. “And… You look so pretty when you’re relaxed.”

You blush and snuggle up to him. “You’re so unfair. I thought you were meditating too!”

Genji chuckles and runs his fingers through your hair. “I’m sorry. I’ll make it up to you.” He leans down and plants a kiss on your forehead. Before he pulls away, you wrap your arms loosely around his neck and nuzzle his nose. “We should meditate more often,” you say. He grins and kisses your lips.

“Of course… Honey.”

//Shout-out to @freedomaboveallelse for introducing me to OW and the fandom! I am now OW trash hahaha;;;

Sweet Pea

A Hazard x Reader fic

A/N: AAAUUUGGH ever since his story came out i cant stop thinking about him this man makes me go insane BUT AUGH third fic for the win or i will go insane in the blink of an eye Istg

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The late-night quiet of the city was a stark contrast to the chaos of earlier battles. The dim light of a single lamp in the corner of the room cast a soft glow over the space, illuminating the figure sprawled out on the couch. Hazard, the ever-charismatic explosives expert, lay with his arm draped lazily over the back of the sofa. His dog, a scruffy mutt named ”Maisie” that he rescued years ago, was curled up at his side, tail wagging faintly as you approached.

“Sweet Pea, you’re finally done tinkering?” he teased, a grin spreading across his face as he looked up at you. “Thought you’d never sit your lovely self down.”

You rolled your eyes playfully but couldn’t help the warmth that spread through you at the nickname. Hazard had a knack for flustering you, and he took full advantage of it every chance he got.

“Well, someone has to make sure your gear doesn’t blow up in your face” you shot back, plopping down beside him. The couch dipped slightly under your weight, and Hazard immediately shifted to make room, his arm coming to rest around your shoulders like it belonged there.

“Oh, Sweet Pea, that’s why I’ve got you” he said with a wink. “My own personal genius.”

You shook your head, laughing softly, but before you could respond, his dog let out a soft whine and nudged your hand with its nose.

“See? Even she thinks you’ve been workin’ too hard” Hazard quipped, giving the dog an affectionate scratch behind the ears. “C’mon, give her some love before she starts poutin’.”

You obliged, reaching out to rub the dog’s belly. The mutt’s tail thumped happily against the cushions, and Hazard chuckled, his laugh low and warm.

“There’s my Sweet Pea” he murmured, his voice softening as he leaned back against the couch. “Always takin’ care of everyone else. When’re you gonna let someone take care of you, huh?”

The question caught you off guard, and you turned to look at him. His usual smirk was still there, but there was something else in his eyes—something softer, more sincere. You opened your mouth to respond, but he beat you to it, his hand reaching up to brush a strand of hair from your face.

“You’re somethin’ else, Sweet Pea” he said, his voice barely above a whisper. “Don’t think I don’t see how much you do for me. For us.”

Your chest tightened at his words, and you felt a blush creeping up your neck. “Hazard, I—”

“Shh” he interrupted, his grin returning but softer this time. “I ain’t lookin’ for thanks. Just wanna make sure you know.”

Before you could respond, the dog shifted, snuggling closer to both of you. Hazard laughed again, the sound like a balm to your tired soul. “Guess she wants us both to stay put” he said, pulling you a little closer. “Not that I’m complainin’.”

You let out a content sigh, resting your head against his shoulder. The warmth of his body, the soft rhythm of the dog’s breathing, and the steady beat of Hazard’s heart under your cheek all combined to create a perfect moment of peace.

“You’re not so bad at taking care of people yourself” you admitted quietly, a smile tugging at your lips.

Hazard’s hand found yours, his fingers intertwining with yours in a gesture so natural it took your breath away. “Only for you, Sweet Pea” he murmured, pressing a soft kiss to the top of your head. “Only for you…” he murmured, his voice warm and steady.

You tilted your head to meet his gaze, the playful spark in his eyes softened by something deeper. Without a word, he closed the distance, his lips meeting yours in a kiss that was unhurried and full of unspoken promises. When he pulled back, his forehead rested lightly against yours, his grin returning with a mischievous edge.

“Now that’s what I call takin’ care of someone” he teased, his voice a low rumble.

You laughed softly, your heart lighter than it had been in days. “Guess I can’t argue with that.”

“Good” he said, pulling you closer until you were practically curled up in his lap. “Because you’re stuck with me, Sweet Pea. And I’m not lettin’ you go.”

The two of you stayed like that for a while, a cocoon of warmth and comfort in the quiet room. His hand traced gentle circles on your back, a soothing rhythm that made your eyelids grow heavy. The dog let out a soft, contented sigh, her tail thumping lazily against the cushions as if to echo the peace in the room.

Hazard tilted his head to press another kiss to your temple, his voice dropping to a low murmur. “Y’know, I never thought I’d get this lucky. You, me, and her—feels like somethin’ outta one of those dreams I never wanna wake up from.”

You smiled against his chest, your fingers curling into the fabric of his shirt. “Then don’t wake up” you whispered. “Stay right here.”

“Forever, Sweet Pea” he promised, his arms tightening around you as if to prove his point.

The world outside could wait. For now, there was only the warmth of Hazard’s embrace, the steady thrum of his heart, and the quiet certainty that this was exactly where you were meant to be.

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.

Can we get something to eat now?