Genji Shimada

Genji Shimada (Origin Story)

(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.)

Rubble (Genji x Reader)

Hey guys! This is my first ever oneshot on Tumblr so I'm nervous and excited lol. I'm used to Wattpad and Ao3(for people who know I actually started on Wit LOL) so I apologize if the formatting is a bit weird/off. I hope you enjoy! (Also I wrote this a long time ago before McCree's name was changed) This was first uploaded on my Ao3, so if you enjoy consider checking me out here

As the aircraft was slowly making its approach to the ground, you grew more and more nervous. Biting your fingernails, you glanced around at the heroes who you happened to befriend. There was Zenyatta, you and him didn't talk much but he seemed very calm and collected in battle. Then Mercy, or Angela as she was most commonly called, was always a wonderful person to talk to however whenever she was treating a patient you knew to never disturb her. Next there was McCree, he had a much more "rough n' tough" exterior but whenever you guys were off duty he was a bit of a charmer, though you never fell for it. Orisa followed you around a lot, mostly because she was programmed to protect others but she also genuinely enjoyed your company, or at least, you thought it was genuine. It's hard to tell with robots.

Now there was Sigma, a bit of a newer addition to the crew but he was a strong fighter and an interesting person to be around. Despite his seemingly split personalities, you two have managed to have very pleasant conversations when everyone else is asleep. Finally..Genji. Genji was the hero everyone strived to be, or that's how you saw him. He was fun and goofy whenever you guys were off the job yet calculated and passionate when in the midst of a fight, but one trait persisted on and off the battlefield: his flirty-ness. McCree was a charmer, more "old fashioned" in his wits but Genji was a lot more audacious and up-front in his advances. Unfortunately, time doesn't stop for your daydreams so by the time you got to thinking about Genji the aircraft came to a particularly rough landing, jostling you around where you so happen to fall onto none other than: the cyborg ninja himself. It took you a second to fully realize what happened, as you were so busy in thought you disconnected from the outside world. That was, until you heard Genji's robotic yet endearing voice emit from behind the mask.

"Y/N, I know you're falling for me but you don't have to be so literal about it~" He teased, holding you up so you wouldn't hit the floor. Your face went hot, you still haven't quite gotten used to his banter yet. You quickly stood up properly, removing your arms from his hands. He chuckled spotting your reaction, he had a habit of doing that. "Relax Y/N, you know I'm just teasing."

That was true, but you still couldn't help but wonder..'No, now is not the time Y/N, you're about to go into battle for f×cks sake.' You put on a smile, shaking your head lightly in a playful manner. "Really Genji? Do you ever stop?"

"No Y/N, no he does not." The cowboy spoke up, chuckling lightly as he flicked his cigar, sending light sparks on the floor. "He won't stop talking 'bout ya eithe-"

"Jesse! What did I tell you about the smoking?!" Angela spoke up, quite literally a guardian angel in this moment as she distracted McCree from spilling all of Genji's secrets. The two went on to bicker, however the aircraft broke out in silence when the doors started to open slowly. You took a deep breath, knowing that this could possibly be your last mission. Though this was the case with every mission. Hanamura…Where Genji grew up. It was truly beautiful. Y'know..despite the smoke and fire from a battle that seemingly had already begun. After another deep breath, you and your team jumped off the aircraft. As you jumped, you looked over and made eye contact with Genji. He seemed to smile, giving you a thumbs up for good luck.

You were grateful your team was victorious. You were terrified of what could go wrong, of the people they could harm. Luckily, everybody was safe. Well, everybody but you. Currently, you were buried underneath the rubble, a wound on your head and you were 90% sure you broke your foot or perhaps your whole leg. You had tried calling out for your teammates, but the oxygen was getting thin. You weren't even panicking, because you knew your team had won the battle. That's all that mattered. That everyone else was safe. You closed your eyes, blood dripping down from the wound in your head. You let out a sigh, and everything stopped. Things went black, you felt numb. You were sure this was it. Until you heard a voice that was all too familiar.

"Y/N!!" The cyborg ran towards you in full distress. Fighting the calming blackness that over took you, you opened your eyes.

After coughing, you called out. "Genji…I-I'm here.." It was soft, and you weren't even sure if he could hear you. Hearing how panicked Genji was, was enough reason for you to keep fighting. He ran over to you, his enhanced robot hearing helping him greatly.

"Y/N!" He called out once more. "Y/N I'm here." He kept muttering random words, thanking the heavens you were alive, saying how stupid you were to go on your own, and then scolding himself because he was just so happy you were still here. He did all that as he moved the rubble off of you with ease. Genji relaxed greatly when he finally saw your face. Gently, he picked you up. You shuddered a bit against the cold metallic suit but quickly relaxed, your strength being all gone. "You're safe, Y/N. I promise, nothing bad will happen to you again." You nodded your head gently before closing your eyes once more, grateful for your savior.

When you finally awoke, the hiss of metal disconnecting was the first thing you heard. You stirred a little as you slowly gained back all your senses. You were laying on some kind of bed, and you were holding someone's hand. You could immediately tell who's it was though, the metallic fingers gently caressing your knuckles. You couldn't help the smile that etched on your face. You also felt some tubes run through your arm. 'Must be an IV..' Regarding your leg, it already had a cast on it and was elevated. Angela must have cared for you. After a moment, slowly, you opened your eyes while turning to look at Genji. You were a bit surprised though, when you saw he had taken his mask off. His face was scar ridden, but that never made him less attractive to you. Really you only saw him like this when he was injured, or sleeping. He was looking down, tears in his eyes. You tried reaching your other hand out to cup his face but he was a bit too far away. "Genji..C'mere.." You said softly. He immediately shot up, looking at you. The tears finally fell and he squeezed your hand.

"Y/N!! You're okay!" He smiled, tears still coming down. He leaned forward, planting a gentle kiss to your hand that he was holding. The action made you flush, yet you continued to look at the ninja in front of you. You gently cupped his face in your other hand. You couldn't tell if it was because you were weak or if you had just grown more confident, but you weren't as shy as normal. "Y/N, I am so so so sorry for letting anything bad happen to you. I promise I'll protect you now, with all my being." You smiled sadly, you didn't like the fact that Genji blamed himself and yet you were grateful for his future protection.

"Genji, none of this is your fault. I wandered off on my own, it's alright. I'm safe now with you." You rubbed your thumb softly against his rough cheek. He kissed the side of your hand that was cupping his face, and yet again you flushed. He's never done anything like that; he's never kissed any part of you before. So, a part of you couldn't help but wonder why he did it. Was it just from a place of protectiveness? Or did he truly have feelings for you? "What's important is that everyone else is safe, we saved the city." You spoke up after a moment.

The cyborg merely chuckled weakly, giving your hand yet another kiss. "Y/N, I would let a thousand cities burn to the ground as long as you were safe." He smiled softly, looking at your flustered face. "Sure it's great that we saved everyone…But if you weren't okay, I couldn't live with myself." He explained, but it seemed like he was holding himself back from…what? His cold knuckles rubbed against yours, giving you butterflies.

You smiled as well, and squeezed Genji's hand softly. "Hey..Don't worry about that." You coughed, your torso raising from the bed with the movement. The cyborg's face immediately filled with worry. "I'm safe, you're safe..the people are safe." You reassured him, laying back against the slightly elevated hospital bed.

"Yes but-" He started, but then sooner than he had started, gave up. He shook his head, and with his free hand grabbed the missing part to his helmet. "Get some rest, Y/N. I'll be back, I have some paperwork Jack needs me to fill."

I roll my eyes at the mention, but understand regardless. "Go ahead, I know how strict he can be." You gave a weak chuckle and the ninja before you slowly let go of your hand, as if it pained him to do so. You closed your eyes, falling asleep to the soft hiss of Genji's metallic helmet connecting.

After an hour or so, you woke up to the sound of the door opening. "Genji? Is that you?" You called out quietly, head still feeling groggy from your nap. You heard a feminine laugh, and immediately recognized it as Angela's. You slowly opened your eyes and watched as she put her rubber gloves on.

"Sorry to disappoint, but no, it's not Genji. Just your resident doctor." She smiled, walking over the to monitor you were connected to, looking it over.

You blushed lightly and shook your head. "I didn't mean to look disappointed, he just…said he'll be back." You said, feeling a bit stupid for expecting him to be back this soon. "He's probably busy still.." You mumbled, trying to make yourself feel better.

Angela looked down on you and checked your head wound, smiling softly. "Don't worry Y/N, he'll be back. Jack is..upset that he ran off to find you." You tilted your head a bit. "No- No don't do that please, I need to make sure your wound isn't infected." You moved your head back, but still had many questions.

"I don't understand, why would Jack be upset at that? Doesn't he always want to save as many people as possible?" You asked, confused. You saw Angela take a deep breath out of the corner of your eye before she seemingly made up her mind.

"When we couldn't find you, we all assumed you were dead. We were given direct orders to report straight back, as there was word that there was an emergency somewhere else. Luckily some other agents were free so they got there in time, but Genji insisted on staying and looking for you. We were all heartbroken, really, but Genji…He really didn't seem like he'd live without you." She confessed, turning back to her counter with medical supplies. "Young love, right?" She joked, trying to lighten the mood.

You were stunned, and didn't say a word. 'Young love?' You thought. 'Does he..really care about me like that?' You asked yourself, thinking it was way too good to be true. But how could you ignore the obvious signs any longer? As you were overthinking your crush on the cyborg, Angela had some good news.

"You should be able to leave tomorrow. Of course you won't be able to walk, and you can't go on any missions with us, but you won't be confined to this 'hospital' for long." She smiled. "Genji has already volunteered to be your personal nurse, seems to think he can do a better job than me, but I'm sure you'll be fine on your own. We all know you're a fighter, Y/N."

You thanked her and appreciated the compliments, but you were obviously preoccupied. By mere coincidence, someone knocked on the door about five minutes after Angela knocked. "Come in!" You called, flicking through the channels of the T.V in the room. Genji emerged from the door, holding a small bouquet of flowers. You smiled seeing him, along with the nice gift. "Aww Genji, you didn't have to." You said.

His robotic chuckle emerged from the mask, and he closed the door behind him. "I've wanted to give them to you for a while, actually. So yes, it was very necessary." You couldn't see him, but from his tone of voice you can tell that he smiled. He sat back down on the chair next to your bed, putting the flowers on a nearby table. You two sat in silence for a bit before you spoke up.

"Genji..You've been really sweet to me today. First with saving me-" You started.

"Technically that was yesterday." He chimed in.

You rolled your eyes with a smile. "Oh hush, you know what I mean. What I'm trying to say- Or ask, rather is…Do you..have feelings for me? Maybe I'm reading this all wrong but you kept kissing my hands and got me flowers and-" You started going on a nervous ramble, hoping that something made sense and if you were wrong Genji didn't hate you. You were so nervous, in fact, that you didn't hear his helmet disconnect. In a moment's notice, Genji was mere inches from your face.

He smiled, and nodded his head. One of his hands grabbed your own, while the other tucked your hair behind your ear. "Of course I do, Y/N. How could I not? I really do care for you, and want to have a relationship with you." He kissed your forehead softly. "I'm sorry I waited this long to tell you, I just didn't want to ruin things. I thought maybe you had someone else.."

At that you chuckled, and shook your head. "No, Genji, nobody else. Nobody else but you." You leaned your face closer to the other, neither of you connecting your lips yet.

"May I kiss you?" Genji asked, voice a whisper as if he's scared that he'll ruin the mood.

"Of course you may." You answered, and just melted feeling Genji's lips on yours. There were a few scars around his mouth, but you knew that and it felt surprisingly nice. It was like a perfect moment, one that the two of you were dreaming about forever. After a moment you pulled away, wrapping your arms around Genji. "I love you, so much Genji." You admitted with the biggest smile on your face.

"I love you too, Y/N." He said, with an equally big smile on his face.

Oh boy I can’t sleep so here’s some Cyberpunk Relationship Headcanons!

Kerry x Male!V

-Kerry genuinely sung the ‘I love you, bitch. I’ll never stop loving you, bitch’ song to V on their three month anniversary, complete with the guitar. V had no idea what to say, and didn’t understand the reference.

-Kerry sleeps starfish style and with his mouth open. V has had to close his mouth because he drools in the night.

-Kerry swore he would never have an animal in his mansion before Nibbles came to be. After he met nibbles, Kerry bought him a throne style cat bed.

-Kerry doesn’t understand that not every kiss has to be with tongue. V has genuinely bitten his tongue because he just wanted a quick smooch before a gig.

Panam x Male! V

-Panam is allergic to pollen, but due to being in the badlands, she never knew until V brought her organic flowers. She sneezed for a week straight before realizing.

-V and Panam like racing, but V is terrible at driving. He once accidentally crashed her car into a pile of cacti.

-V and Saul sometimes have family dinner together, and Saul asks really personal questions about the relationship every time. (Example: ‘sooo…have you two screwed yet?’)

-when V can’t sleep, Panam takes him out to look at the stars. The first time she did, he cried, since he’d never seen them before due to the city lights.

….”if we don’t fix this chip thing, V, I’ll be looking up at those. You’ll be the prettiest star out there.”

Judy x Fem! V

-Judy loves telling V about her ocean and fish hyperfixation. Sometimes, she wishes she could afford to go to a real aquarium. V swears if she gets the money, she’ll take her on a date there.

-Judy and V have made braindances before, all to be kept in Judy’s “private folder.”

-V doesn’t understand why Judy is so emotional sometimes, but she’ll awkwardly hug her or kiss her when she starts crying.

-Judy’s favorite movie to watch with V is Ponyo. Judy knows the song by heart and sings it during the credits.

River x Fem! V

-Both River and V really want the other to quit their jobs, so sometimes they jokingly leave resignation papers on each other’s desks. V doesn’t really have a ‘boss,’ so River just leaves a sticky note that says “quit.”

-River really likes iguanas, so when V hatched hers, he cuddled with it more than her for a week straight. V had to deal with it being in between them in bed.

-Joss and V talk a lot, to the point where V will show up at his house just to completely ignore him and talk to his sister. River just ends up standing behind them awkwardly.

-River does the ‘broke boyfriend stance’ every time they’re in a store. Johnny makes fun of him for it.

-River and V are really cuddly, to the point River can’t fall asleep correctly without her beside them.

Bonus!!!! Johnny x GN! V

-Johnny has tried to convince V to kiss the mirror to see if it feels like an actual kiss. (It doesn’t.)

-V has a habit of telling Johnny ‘I love you’ out loud. They said it in front of Hanako right before the relic malfunction, and Hanako looked at them and said

“Uhm…thank…you…?”

-V eventually figures out how to get Johnny a new body and repair the chip. (In my heart I’m delusional.) Once they did, they didn’t let go of each other for weeks. They had the worst honeymoon phase.

-Johnny excessively jokes about soul killer. V does not find it amusing.

Bonus Bonus!!!! Takemura x GN! V

-Takemura cooks most of their meals after V revealed they mainly eat frozen tv dinners instead of real food. He’s Also really insistent that they drink water and shower.

-Takemura once brutally cried after seeing the full effects of the Relic Malfunctions, comparing it to when his Arasaka implants got revoked.

-Takemura didn’t know how to hug someone, so he accidentally nearly choked V.

-he also didn’t know how to kiss, so he just…opened his mouth.

-Takemura doesn’t understand sarcasm, so he takes whatever V says to its fullest meaning.

Sugar Bomb

Pairing: Findlay 'Hazard' Docherty x Fem!Reader

Description: After months of dancing around each other, you and Hazard come to one last draw before your inevitable departure.

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Chapter 7

Early February morning, the snow has partly melted by now. Out on the second-story balcony, the vapor coming from your coffee isn’t the only visible steam. Your breath is as well, it comes out in puffs before rising above your head and dissipating.

The air is crisp and refreshing, the sky is clear and the sun is shining brightly. For a moment, you close your eyes and let the rays warm your frozen, runny nose.

The coffee mug is scalding against your chest, it’s comforting, brings you solace and helps you think clearly about the conversation that is to come. You rest against the railing of the balcony, taking in the city beyond, Maisie is sniffling at your feet, already walked and fed because that’s the first thing you do in the morning, even before showering.

Your feet are cold despite the thick woolen socks and slippers you have on. You think it is what it is and decide to just live with it, your extremities have always been cold during the winter.

The sliding door behind you opens and you look back to see Findlay’s disheveled form standing there, rubbing the sleep from his eyes. He yawns and stretches, the thick muscles under his tank top flexing and expanding, it’s a sight to behold for sure, but sadly you won’t be a witness to it for much longer. And he’s never cold, a part of you has always been jealous of that trait of his.

“Hey.” You call softly, voice still heavy with sleep. You keep your eyes on him for a bit longer before turning them back to the city.

“Ey.” He responds in kind and comes to your side, your elbows collide when he leans on the railing next to you, following your gaze towards the cluster of skyscrapers in the distance. There’s a brief moment of silence before he asks. “Is everything a’right? Ah didn’t expect you leavin’ a note f’ me out of all people.”

You take your time sipping coffee before speaking up again.

“Yeah, sorry. Didn’t mean to worry you. Just wanted to talk in private.”

Deep, steady breath and a calm mind were how you were going to get through this encounter. You just had to stay level-headed, that’s all, be friendly but keep him at arm’s length, for both your sakes.

“Was this about?” He doesn’t even seem bothered that stray snowflakes are falling on his bare shoulders, meanwhile, you’re shaking, but whether that’s from the cold or from anxiety is uncertain.

You take a breath, then another, then finally manage to string together the words.

“I found a place.” You begin and glance at him anxiously. “Y’know, to move into and finally stop being a freeloader here.” He doesn’t react and you take it as a bad sign so you continue, trying to lighten the already heavy atmosphere. “It’s already furnished so I won’t be stealing any of your things.”

“You can take wha’ever you wont, you know I don’t care.” He rasps, you hear the strain surging in his voice, the pebble stuck in his throat, the weight suddenly pressing down on his chest, a weight you had just put there. “You can take the whole place wi’cha, if y’ wanted. Still won’t care.”

“Fin…”

“Why?” You stiffen at his question, the rawness of his tone, the betrayal he’s trying to hide but is still so visible in those honeyed eyes you’ve come to love. It’s painful to watch him at a loss, not knowing how to combat your decision and ultimately having to let you go.

He looks like he’s been slapped.

You’d been preparing for this talk for days and it was hard for you, you couldn’t imagine what it was like for him. But you were set on your words, you couldn’t stay any longer, you didn’t want to.

“Because – ”

“ – Is someone botherin’ you?” He finally turns to face you. “Did someone do someth’n t’ you? Y’ can tell me, I always listen.”

“No, it’s not that.” You avert your eyes and stare into the blackness of your coffee instead, trying to find the right words in the murky caffeinated water. “Of course, nobody’s done anything, I love you all like family.”

A breeze blows past and manages to force a shiver up your spine. His first thought was to take you in his arms and bade the cold away, but just as abruptly as his hands lifted to reach for you, they fell back to his sides.

You wanted to cry… protest and have him continue, tell you that everything was going to be okay and that he’d take care of things like he always did. But now wasn’t the time for weakness. Because the hug would end, then he’d ruffle your hair and leave, nothing more. He wouldn’t hold you like a lover but like a sibling, a friend.

And you didn’t want to leave. You had to.

“Wot is it then? Yer room? Too small?” He asks abruptly, wracking his brain and trying to figure out your reasoning while simultaneously coming up with solutions. Anything to keep you from leaving him. He couldn’t bear the thought, not after everything. He’d move with you if it weren’t for his family depending on him, he didn’t care where in the world he was as long as it was with you. “You can have mine, Ah don’t care.”

You shake your head and his world shatters a little bit more.

“No. Fin, please listen to me.”

“Why den? Why leave?” He’s at a loss, completely forgetting that you can speak for yourself and he doesn’t need to play a guessing game. So he goes quiet and stares at you pleadingly, ignoring the ache in his chest and focusing solely on you.

“Please…Please, tell me what’s wrong…”

You take one last stressed sip of your coffee and set it down before turning to him properly, no longer leaning on the railing but instead facing each other in your full stature.

He at least deserved a proper reason and to look him in the eyes when you giving it.

“Because it’s not right to stay.” You say, then motion towards your chest as your brows knit together, an angsty expression bittering your features. “I don’t benefit you guys in any way. The best I can do is make food and clean up, help you with some tasks and run errands. I don’t fit in here. I’m not phreak, I don’t have any skills.”

Even in dire moments like these, you’re still so pretty to him. His little angel…

The way the sunrays cascade over your form, giving you an otherworldly glow, it takes his breath away and balms over his turbulent feelings and racing thoughts.

You always did have a way of soothing him. Soft words and gentle touches, that’s how you were, those are some of the many things that made you perfect in his eyes. Always caring for others, especially him who’s been alone in shouldering the unfairness of the world for so long.

“That never mattered.” He shoots back with confidence this time because it’s true. You’ve been a vital part of their team since you first came to join them. It didn’t matter that you weren’t a skilled hacker or couldn’t shoot a gun. Civilians had their own set of irreplaceable skills. Even if all you wanted to do was be Maisie’s sitter, you’d still be doing more than enough. “We all love you, we do. Couldn’t have made it dis far without ya.”

“Findlay…”

Why did he have to fight back so hard? Why couldn’t he just make things easy on you? You were already suffering with regret and the agony of separation before you’d even left, and seeing him this desperate, this sincere in trying to keep you from slipping away was just adding salt to the wound.

You wanted to hug him close and coo at him until he was calmed, tell him that this wasn’t goodbye forever. You’d come to visit, have dinners as a family again, take walks with Maisie and him, just the three of you. You just wouldn’t be constantly around.

That’s all. It wasn’t that serious, you weren’t moving to another city.

“So is not just tha’ then.” He scoffs to himself, rips his eyes off you to stare into nothingness. “Someone did do somethin’.” There’s a brief pause before his gaze rises again to meet yours, you see the bleak fire within it, still the combative spirit persists, refuses to let you go without a good tussle. “Tell me who, I’ll have a talk with ‘em, can resolve this right now.”

“No…” you rub at your eyes to massage away the tears.

You couldn’t tell him. You couldn’t.

It wasn’t his fault, it was yours. You’d fallen for him, not the other way around.

“What then? Why d’ ya wanna leave so badly?” His anguished, sullen words are like razors to your neck. You can’t breathe properly anymore. The sobs are beating down on your throat and you can’t fight them off for much longer.

“I – ”

“ – Don’ leave.” He says, begs you as much as a man of his character and ssize can. Your knees weaken at his pleads and you bite down viciously on your bottom lip to keep from breaking down completely. “You cannae leave me. Won’t let you.” He takes your hands in his, sucks in a long inhale and pulls you a bit closer, shielding you from the glare of the sun, from the cold, from the world, everything. “Please. Stay.”

You’re crumbling in front of him as he stands there silently and lets you speak. Mentally drained and emotionally at the brink, yet you refuse to let go of his hands and that’s enough to tell him that you don’t want to leave, but something is making you. And the worst part is that you refuse to tell him to keep him unburdened while you take on all of the weight and try to carry it away with you silently.

A part of him is enraged by this. How dare you try to take all the blame and let him demonize you for simply wanting to abandon him? How dare you take his job of carrying the hefty loads? He was the strong one, he was the tank, he was the shield that was supposed to separate you from all danger and problems.

He’d failed you…

He couldn’t stand it…

“I just…I can’t do this anymore, Fin.”

His thoughts come to a screeching halt.

“Do wha’?”

“This!” You let go of one of him long enough to motion between the two of you. “Whatever this is, whatever we are. I just… I can’t…”

He’s almost relieved to hear you confess your woes finally.

“Tha’s it?” He quirks a brow and you see the strain in his shoulders vanish. “Okey, aye I get it.” He rubs at the stubble on his chin, presumably in thought, but not really. The answer to your problem was right there. “I’s no problem. I’ll leave ya alone. Won’t hear a peep from me.” Despite the rejection that had been thrown in his face, he smiles wide. If this meant keeping you, he was willing to sacrifice. “Should’a said something earlier, lass. I just thought you – ”

“ – No!” You protest, yell nearly loud enough to wake up everyone still asleep. You want to rip your hair out with how exasperatingly daft he is. “You don’t get it!” You grip the straps of his tanktop, then tear your hands away from him only to hug yourself out of frustration. “I want – I – ”

This is the perfect moment, but again you’re left with a lump at the base of your mouth, a lock on your tongue, unable to speak the words. Beyond desperate to explain, you do the only other thing you can think of, you act before your self-sabotaging mind has a chance to talk you out of it.

You kiss him.

Stand high on your toes, pull him down by the neck, and link your lips to his. It’s a brief kiss, a sloppy and uncoordinated one, your mouths don’t even fit together properly.

Gasping for air, you pull away as abruptly as you’d leaned in and search his eyes for anything to hint at rejection.

He’d not done anything when you’d locked lips, hadn’t reeled back, but hadn’t reciprocated either so you were left in a standstill until he made up his mind.

He stares at you dumbly with his mouth agape and eyes wide and unblinking.

A minute passes and the doubt is already munching at your sanity. However, then you’re unceremoniously picked up and hoisted against his broad chest. He guides your legs to wrap around his toned torso, has your arms locked around his neck and mapping out what skin you can reach as he molds his lips back to yours. You feel your back being gently pressed into a wall to make sure you had support on both ends.

A meek mewl slips past you and his reply is a pleased grunt as he rubs needy patterns into your thighs.

He pushes his tongue past your teeth and twirls it around yours, beckoning you to play. The muffled moan that erupts from you is music to his ears, a noise unparalleled by anything he’s ever heard in his life. He presses harder against you, squishing you between his warm chest and the cold wall behind so there’s nowhere for you to run anymore. This was it, you were stuck with him now.

No more running, no more denying, no more beating around the bush.

He was certain now that you wanted him as much as he’d wanted you and he’d not let anything stand between you anymore.

And to think this was why you’d wanted to leave…

His baby stubble grazes your skin deliciously, a single compliment from you months ago and he’d started keeping it instead of shaving it off every morning.

He kisses you with suffocating need, bruising your lips and making them swell as he nips and licks and tastes, and explores every inch of your mouth. He indulges himself, gives into you like you’re a peace of Heaven on Earth, a sinful delight that’s been dangling before him for months, just out of reach.

The skin on his back ripples to life under your touch, awakens into eager goosebumps that you ghost over with flattened palms. You cross your ankles over his waist, your toes curling in delight the longer he smothers your mouth with his own.

A thin trail of saliva still connects you when Hazard pulls away long enough to take a breath before diving for your neck. You lean your head back willingly, rest your crown against the cement wall and crane your neck to the side to give him more room to explore. Your thighs begin to quiver when you feel his sharp canines grazing over your sensitive skin. His tongue works wonders into your flesh, makes you both giggle and choke on moans, completely forgetting about the cold or the exposure.

“Findlay…” You wail weakly, then gasp when he automatically bucks into you, spurred on by the call of his name. Sparks fly behind your lids and you rake your nails over his shoulders, riling him up even more.

“Shite…” He groans and struggles for air as his grip on your legs tightens. “Don’t do tha’, luv.”

“Why?” You question dumbly, too drunk on him to truly care for the answer. All you want is to keep feeling him, keep hearing his voice, and smelling his scent.

“Makes me go wild.”

You laugh out an apology, note the grin, the widest one you’ve ever seen, listen to him pant heavily through his nose and rest his forehead against your collarbones as he comes down from his high.

“I love you…” You blurt out and thump a fist weakly against his back. Your legs untangle from his waist without your consent, but every muscle in your body has turned to jello and you’re given no choice. You’ve turned to mush in his brutish embrace and you’d have it no other way. “You moron…I love you so much…”

It comes out so easily now like you’ve been saying it forever. It’s smooth on your tongue, feels right, deserved.

“I thought..” He chuckles, shaking his head in disbelief and the tips of his hair tickle your nose.

“You thought wrong.” You’re all too eager to interject, cutting off whatever idiotic, self-detrimental bullshit he was about to spit out.

Hazard brings his gaze away from the soft comfort of your sweater, and watches you from beneath his brows as the passion darkening his features morphs into the gentlest love. He readjusts, gives you a bit more movement space, but has no intention of letting you go. His hands are still palming at your legs, you can feel the heat coming off them and seeping over your skin even through the thick leggings hugging your thighs.

“Cannae blame me.” He says softly, words only meant for your ears. And despite the twinge of a joking tone, you know he’s serious, that he doesn’t think very highly of himself in terms of appearance. “Who’d wanna wake up t’ this ugly mug every mornin’.?”

It’s sad to think he’s been denying you and himself for so long because of self-doubt, thinking that you deserve better, that you should find better. Someone who has a stable life, can provide you with comfort instead of dragging you into a war and offer you a safe and calm life. Someone who didn’t have half his body replaced by cybernetics, a man fully human who wasn’t littered with battle scars.

“I would.” You combat tenderly and glide your hands down until they’re resting over the steady beat of his heart. “I want this.” You tap his forehead next. “And this. Everything that’s you, I want, Fin.”

“Don’t deserve a pre’y bird like you.”

It’s a compliment for you and an insult towards him, it’s unbearable to hear such bitter-sweetness. You press the cushions of your thumbs against his lips to shush him.

“None of that, please.”

He kisses you then, having forgotten for a moment that now he was free to do that whenever he wanted. The puppy love flares, lashes out, needing more of your essence on him. He wanted to have a piece of you always with him, hell, he’d carry you around in his pocket if that was an option, show you off to anyone who crossed his path.

You smile in contentment against him, cling to him with one arm as your free hand travels up to comb through the soft tuft of hair you’d helped him bleach not too long ago.

Serenity isn’t something you take lightly, you know it’s a gift to feel at peace, and he’s brought you so much of that this morning. You caress his cheek, both look over and trace his features with the tips of your fingers, committing every dip and line to memory.

He stands still for you, closes his eyes, and leans into your touch like a man who’s never been touched with tenderness before, never been handled with care.

Your very own hazardous beast turned pet by a drop of affection. It was as cute as it was tragic.

He deserved so much more. He deserved the world.

“Whenever we were together.” You begin, drawing his attention from studying your kiss-bruised lips to your eyes where he lets himself get lost. You shake your head at the confession, nearly cringing, but it was only natural, for which couple didn’t have their cringe-worthy moments? “Outside that is, running errands. I’d always watch you closely to see which women you’d look at. Wanted to know what you fancied.” It’s a silly little confession, but you want him to know, you want him to know everything about you, be your lager of sorts and from the way he’s focused all his concentration on you, you can tell he’s more than willing to be put to the task. So a smile etches itself onto your winter-chilled features and you continue. “But you never looked at anyone…I had to guess what you liked.”

The answer is simple in his mind, he spits it out without even having to think it through.

“Da’s cuz I only got eyes fer you, daftie.” He shrugs as if his words didn’t melt your core and nearly give you baby fever. “Don’t need ta be lookin’ at other birds.”

It’s been such a long game of denial and restraint and now that all cards have been laid face up on the table, you’re not sure what follows. You didn’t expect things to turn out as they did, the bags in your room were ready for departure, you’d thought this morning would be goodbye.

You kick your feet nonchalantly, still propped up several feet above the floor. He holds you as if you weigh nothing and compared to his usual load, you probably don’t.

“What do we do now?” Is the only thing you can muster to ask next, looking to Hazard for guidance as if he wasn’t just as lost as you were.

Mischief twinkles in his honeyed orbs, a certain thought pulls a smirk onto his lips before he answers:

“Shag.”

“Findlay!” You exclaim. You’re mortified while he just laughs. Anticipation makes your skin tingle. The image of peeling off his clothes and witnessing everything you’ve only dreamed of is both nerve-wracking and enticing. But his choice of words couldn’t have been more unattractive, he went straight to the point though.

“I don’t shag.” You say and cup his face gently, rub your thumbs over his cheeks and smooth down his cocky smirk. You make sure to catch his eyes and draw his attention out of its bubble of lewd images. “I make love.”

He blinks blankly at that, processing your statement, before showering you with suffocating pecks. He leaves no surface untended in his kiss crusade. You fight him off weakly, turning your head this way and that, eyes squinted shut at his loving assault.

His excitement is unmatched, he’s like a pup at a pet store.

When he’s satisfied with his work and you’re left visibly breathless, he pulls back.

“Le’s get some breakfast first doe, ‘m starvin’.”

<<< Chapter 6

Masterlist

Thought on being Genji's first love after his accident.

After coming to terms with his new body under Zenyatta's guide, he still never really put himself put there. Back before Genji always had someone to spend time with, he never was as alone as he was now. He always had a girlfriend or many people he spoke to, but now it's just him and a body he still didn't really like to look at. He more focused on training, meditation and any missions overwatch sent him on.

That was until the new overwatch recruit came along, they were friendly and treated him like a human. He enjoyed talking to them, either training alongside them or a quick wave when they passed by. He felt his heart quicken a little bit when they were near but he pushed those feelings down, nobody could love something like him right?

Soon enough him and that new recruit would spend time outside of overwatch, getting lunch together or him walking them home. With enough convincing, he would eventually show his face to them. Removing the helmet willingly for once, his face was so pretty you couldn't help but admire it. Genji felt embarrassed, scars were everywhere and he didn't like to think about them.

He reached for his mask again but you caught his hand, stopping him from covering his face again. He relented and let you touch his face, his cheeks were dusted a soft pink and he averted your gaze.

"I don't know why you cover your face, it's very handsome."

His blush deepened, he tried to reply but he couldn't think of any words. You realized what you said but before you could apologize he spoke.

"Thank you.. I. I never expected to hear that.."

He smiled softly, he took your hand in his.

"Especially not from someone as beautiful as you."

Genji never thought he would be called handsome again, but maybe this was the beginning of something new.

venom, what's your favourite thing about Eddie?

Venom:  “And also he lets us watch the television while he’s sleeping.”

Old Friend, Forever Love (One Shot) Blackwatch Genji X Recruit Friend Reader (Overwatch)

[Hello My Sexy Readers, I am here with a new chapter this one being another one for the Archive Event. This was Requested BY: _fuyuki_oshiha_ I hope you enjoy!]

(Genji’s POV)

She had been the love of my life, the only one who knew me for me. The one who knew I had fears of never being loved. That I secretly loved anime and not the violent one, the sweet cute ones. That I had a fear of spiders and a fear of failing my family. She had been through it all with me. Always cheering me up and being with me because she was a friend and not what she could get out of me. She made me feel safe and loved and I never got to tell her how I felt about her. I had almost died and now am no longer a man, I am more machine than anything else.

That will be my biggest regret. I sigh and go to the meeting room. Gabriel said an Overwatch Recruit had to get my paper work to Commander Morrison. I make it to the office and placed it down. I go to leave when I hear.

“Genji?” I heard the most enchanting voice which I would never forget. “I-Is that you?”

I turned and looked to see (Name), The love of my lie standing their in strike blue recruit clothes. I was stunned. How is she… I then remember what I am now and turn and run. I could hear her running after me and she tackles me to the ground. On reflex I flipped us over and grabbed her by the throat.

“What do you want!?” I demand. “To mock me for what I become.”

She even though I had her by her throat lifted her hand to my cheek. I could not help but melt into her touch as she stroke my cheek. “Never Genji. I am still your friend no matter what you are.”

(XD Oh Friend Zone XD)

I fall on top of her and hold her close and for the first time in years I cried, All I needed was her. I love her so much and I am not going to loose her. She is mine!

[YASSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS Now should I make a part 2 Comment bellow and stay sexy all my friends ;3)

Run - Genji X Reader

In which Genji gives into his dark desires.

tags: NSFW, fem reader? (Genji calls them good girl, pretty girl, etc. but I don't think any pronouns are used idk), knife play, rough! sex, a thing for tears, unprotected sex, filthy, dark, and dirty, "Run, and if I catch you, I fuck you"

A/N: i'm surprised I wrote this as fast as I did, but it combines some of my favorite tropes. It is also a bit darker than some of my previous works, but I do still hope you all enjoy this <3

Genji shouldn’t like this. He knows he shouldn’t, but some dark, depraved part of him adores the way your tears stain your cheeks. You sob so pretty. He’s sure it’d be even prettier if you were sobbing for him. 

“I hate you!” You scream out, the words slicing through the air. You don’t mean them, not even close. Genji doesn’t even flinch at your cruelness. In fact, his mask shifts in a way that almost looks like he smiled. He doesn’t move out of the chair in his room that the two of you are in, but you keep pacing through the room. 

“I know you do,” he says softly. You two had been on a mission together, and you ended up taking the fall for something that was both of your faults. You did it without hesitation, knowing Genji would be kicked out if he fucked up again. And yet, the vicious reprimands from Reyes still stung at your heart. You have always been good, almost perfect, at your job, and it’s something that you take pride in. 

“I told you not to take the fall,” Genji says. You bite out a chuckle, a humorless sound suffocated by tears.

“And what? Let you get kicked out?” You sigh, letting your tears fall again. It shouldn’t sting your pride this much to be yelled at, but it does. 

Genji watches your movements, entranced at your puffy cheeks and red face. You’re a tight ball of sadness and frustration, but your tears look so beautiful. A part of him wants to go to Reyes and break his nose for making you cry, but another part of him wants to bend you over and make you cry for him, the only thing you should cry for. The image in his head is enough to have him hardening in his pants, still in his Blackwatch uniform. He wonders if other parts of your body look this pretty when they’re red. 

A tinge of guilt radiates through his body. He shouldn’t be thinking like this. He knows he shouldn’t, but you seem to take over him. Since the accident, he has had hardly any desire for anybody, but you’re different. Sick thoughts, ones of making you breathless and begging, take over his mind. He wonders if you’d like it rough or if you’d like it soft and gentle, like a lover. He could do both, be both, if that’s what you wanted. 

“Stop looking at me like that,” you mutter when you notice his dark eyes tracing your body. It’s a look you can’t quite decode, and that drives you insane.

“Why not?” Genji’s voice is soft and breathy, and it sends chills along your skin. His eyes slowly drag back to your face, and the look in his eyes makes the hair on the back of your neck stand. It’s dark, twisted, hungry. 

“I don’t know what it means,” you breathe out softly. Genji takes in a sharp breath as your eyes meet his. Yours are still glossy from tears and the sight goes straight to his cock. Maybe it’s best that you don’t know what it means. Maybe it’s best you don’t know he’s thinking about how pretty you would look crying while you come around his cock. He should be more ashamed that he’s getting hard by your sobs, but he isn’t.

“You don’t want to know what it means,” he says. He’s teetering on the edge of pushing you against the wall and pressing his lips to yours. You face him and square your shoulders, eyes narrowing. 

“I think I do,” you say. He’s always been alluring to you, but nothing that you would act on. He seems tortured, like he needs to be the one to make the first move. You spent countless nights hoping he would do just that, but never had your wishes fulfilled. Your heartbeat picks up at the thought of him wanting you. Is that what that look is? “I’m having…twisted thoughts about you,” he says his words carefully, his dark eyes scanning your entire face for your reaction. Your eyes widen slightly in surprise. Twisted?

“Twisted how?” You ask, taking a step forward.

Genji’s resolve snaps when he sees you step toward him instead of away when he says he’s having thoughts. He stands quickly and closes the distance between the two of you. You don’t back away, and that has his skin burning. He needs to touch you. 

“I want to fuck more tears out of you,” Genji says as he stands over you. He’s not incredibly tall, but his presence fills the entire room, leaving it thick with tension and desire. You look at him, feeling heat spread across your body under his gaze.

You smile. 

You fucking smile. The motion has Genji hardening even more. His pretty little thing likes it rough, hm? Oh, he’ll show you rough.

“Tell me to stop, and it ends,” he says, before he leans down and presses a soft kiss against your neck. You shake your head. You’re not stopping him.

“Ten seconds, pretty girl. You get ten seconds. Run, and if I catch you, I’ll fuck you so hard that all those tears will be mine,” he says against your skin. 

“You-” You start, but your words get caught in your throat. Genji gives you just enough time to say no, and you couldn’t even dream of that. You want this, him, badly. 

“Ten.”

He’s serious. Any questions you had in the back of your mind are lost and you turn to the door. You sprint out of it, leaving it swinging behind you. You hear him chuckle softly as he continues counting down. Your heart beats hard as you run through the base’s hallways, but the heat spreading to your core makes it hard to focus. It’s late enough that the hallways are completely empty. You distantly hear his countdown get closer to zero, and you scramble for ideas. You can’t outrun him. He’s faster and stronger, but maybe you could hide. You dart past a few more doors before you reach your room and sneak in, forgetting to close the door behind you. He reached zero a few seconds ago and you can hear his footsteps approaching. He usually moves in silence, so you know he wants you to hear each step he makes. You duck into your closet, closing the door behind you. Surely he won’t find you, right? Though, do you really want him to not find you? The footsteps get closer, and you take a sharp intake and watch through the barely there crack in your closet doors. Genji stands in your bedroom doorway, shaking his head. 

“Oh, pretty little thing, don’t you know to cover your tracks?” He says softly, stepping into the room and pulling the door shut behind himself. He clicks the lock on it, and you hold your breath as he starts to pace the room. He checks the bathroom first, then around the room, until he looks at the closet. Your heart stops as you swear the two of you make eye contact through the crack in the door. He steps towards you, yanking the closet door open. His head tilts as he sees you, and you take your lip in between your teeth. 

“Gotcha,” he says, and you have a feeling he’s smiling under the mask. He reaches out to you, taking a handful of your hair and pulling you out of the closet. His grip is tight, and the slight pain only builds the heat in you. You whimper in his hold, letting him stare down at you. 

He uses his other hand to pull the mask down, then uses his tight grip in your hair to push you closer to him. There’s a moment of hesitation, where he loosens his grip enough to let you push him away. You don’t, instead closing the distance and pressing your lips against his. His kiss is hungry, desperate, feral, and you devour it. He pulls on your hair enough to cause you to let out a soft gasp, which he uses to his advantage to gain access to your mouth. His tongue takes over yours, like a man starved. You whimper against the kiss, his roughness only making you wetter. 

Genji pulls away, his grip gone from your hair. You whine at the lack of any sort of contact, but your eyes widen when he unsheathes one of his blades. It’s a shorter one, nowhere near as long as his sword, but it’s still a blade. There’s a wicked glimmer in his eyes and he looks into yours, an eyebrow raised, as he throws the knife. The blade plants deeply into the hardwood, the handle out. You watch in confusion as Genji sits in your armchair, just a few inches from where he planted the blade. It sticks out in between his feet, and you frown. What is he doing?

“Ride it,” he says, leaning back in the chair. Your mouth hangs open. He wants you to… “Ride my blade,  pretty girl.”

There’s a challenge in his tone, his dark eyes watching you. Heat rises through your body at the thought of him watching you ride one of his knives, and your sex riddled brain makes the decision. You pull your pants down slowly, your wet underwear sticking to your core for a brief second. Genji’s eyes narrow in on that, and you can’t help the smile as he watches you. If he’s going to tease you, you’re going to do it right back. You drop to your knees by the blade, leaning down and taking as much of the handle in your mouth as you can. Genji groans at the sight, but doesn’t intervene. You continue to wet the handle with your saliva, running your tongue up and down the base. You glance up at him through your eyelashes, and he has to shift in his chair. He could touch himself now, but he’s holding back. 

Once the handle is wet enough, you rise and position your hips over it. You sink down onto it slowly, whining as the hard material stretches you. It’s only a few inches, but it’s thick and sturdy, and you need any sort of touch right now. Genji watches you with intent, his eyes on where you and his blade are connected. You take all of it in and sigh, letting yourself adjust to the size. 

Your shirt hangs low on you, and as you start to move up and down the blade, it falls in front of you. Genji growls, upset that his view is being blocked, and another one of his blades is quickly unsheathed. He moves with expert grace and precision, slicing through the material. The shreds of your shirt drop to the ground around you, your bra also in shambles. You shudder as he presses the blade against your throat, using it to tilt your head up. You swallow, feeling the blade against your skin. You’re not in any true danger with him. He’s an expert with blades, and you know you won’t be cut unless it’s intentional. 

“Look at me while you read my blade, baby,” he says. You nod, not trusting yourself to form words, and he lets the blade fall away. You’re close enough to touch him, so you brace yourself on his thighs as you start to move up and down on the handle of his knife. You whimper softly as you take it all over and over again, your nails digging into his thighs. It stretches you so nicely, and the fact that it’s a knife, his knife, makes you even wetter. This is a blade he has taken on more missions than you can count, and here you are riding it while he watches. 

“Does it feel good?” Genji asks above you. 

“So…good,” you say. He reaches to your chest, grabbing your nipples and rolling them between his fingers. A sharp whine sounds from your throat when he pinches both of them, and you clench around the blade. 

“Genji, please,” you mutter. You need more. 

“Please what?” Genji says, pinching so hard that it starts to hurt. The pain mixes with the pleasure, creating a delicious building heat. You’re so close, but you need more. 

“More…” you shudder out, your orgasm building as you continue to ride the blade. “Please. More. I need-”

Your voice catches in your throat when he leans forward and reaches in between you. His metal fingers graze your clit softly, and you buck your hips toward his hand. A light burns in his dark eyes. He pushes into your clit harder, rubbing circles into it. The motion, the blade, all of it has you falling apart. Your head falls into his lap, but his other hand balls your hair into his fist and pulls you back up. 

“You’re going to look at me while you come on my blade,” he commands. His dark eyes are full of hunger and it sends chills down your spine. You start to snap something back, but he pushes down on your clit. The sensations overcome you and you scream out his name as your orgasm rocks through you. Your head starts to sway from the strength of it, your eyes seeing stars, and Genji lets you rest your head in his lap to regain yourself for a few seconds. 

“Can’t wait to kill somebody with that blade knowing what you did to it,” he says, softly petting your hair. You clench around it. Perhaps it’s sick, dark, twisted, to be so attracted to the thought of him using the blade that’s currently several inches deep into you to kill somebody. If it is, then you are sick as well. 

“You’re going to use this blade after this?” You find yourself asking. 

“Of course. It’s my favorite blade now,” Genji says. He lifts your head up softly, cupping your cheeks. “Can you go for another one?”

It’s a stark contrast to the depraved roughness, but you nod. You want more, need more. 

“That’s my girl,” he whispers, his thumb running along your cheek. He helps you off the knife and stand up, even if it’s only briefly, before he pushes you down onto your bed. You land softly, and he’s on top of you quickly. He brings his lips to yours, peppering a soft kiss on them. He pulls back and you whimper at the loss of contact. 

“That desperate, hm?” He smiles as he stands. He pulls his sheathes off, letting all of his gear drop to the floor around him. 

“Don’t tease me,” you beg. Genji just smirks at you. He pulls his shirt over his head and drops it to the floor. His lithe frame is intoxicating, his lean muscles flexing as he moves. You could watch it for hours, but you know Genji has other plans for you. 

He hooks his fingers into his waistband, pulling his pants and boxers down. Your mouth waters at the sight. He’s certainly bigger than the handle of the blade, and flesh. Your core clenches at the sight, and he lets you look your fill.

“Nobody has looked at me like that since the accident,” Genji says softly, a laugh sounding through the air.

“You’re beautiful,” you say, and you hope it sounds as genuine as it is. “Truly.”

“Ah, don’t stroke my ego,” Genji says as he leans back over you. You start to say something back, but his lips connect with one of your nipples and it has you gasping. He chuckles against your skin, pressing his tongue against your nipple. You moan out his name, but it’s more of a  plea than anything else. You need him. 

“You sound so pretty,” he says. 

“Please, Genji, don’t tease me,” you whisper out in between soft breaths. He shakes his head, his dark hair tickling your chest. 

“I’ll do as I please, baby,” he looks up at you, keeping his eyes on yours as he takes your other nipple into his mouth. He takes it in between his teeth and the ragged feeling has your back arching into him. He reaches down in between the two of you, and you gasp as he drags his fingers along your core. The touch is gone as soon as it was there, and you squirm under him at the loss of contact. He brings his fingers up to his mouth,  dipping them behind his lips and sucking you off of them. 

“Fucking incredible,” he says. You hold his dark gaze, and you know you look pathetic.

“I need you inside me. Please,” you whimper out. Genji snarls, actually snarls, and pulls away from you. He’s back on you almost immediately, lining himself up at your entrance. He sinks into you slowly, the room filling with soft moans from both of you. His hands grip your hips tightly, tight enough that it hurts, but your brain is too focused on the feelings he’s giving you now. Hell, you like the pain. 

“God, you’re so fucking perfect,” he says as he pushes further in. He stretches you so perfectly, the sting melding with the pleasure. He barely gives you any time to adjust before he’s pulling back and thrusting back in. You scream out, your hand balling up the blanket under you. 

“You look so good like this. At my fucking mercy, pretty girl.” His vulgar words mixed with the praise has you clenching around him, which makes a sick smile appear on his features. He’s got you in the palm of his hand, and he knows it. His metal hand finds its way to your clit, rubbing circles in it, rougher as he thrusts in. Your back arches into him at the combined sensations, and he uses the opportunity to press a soft kiss against your throat. You fall back, heat starting to build in your stomach. 

“Genji,” you say softly.

“I know, baby,” is all he replies. He keeps working you with both his cock and his hand, until you’re whimpering and falling apart under his touch. Your orgasm rattles over with you a force unmatched by anything you’ve experienced before. Your vision dots with black as you scream out his name. He continues thrusting into you, continues rubbing on your clit, continues his harsh grip on your hip. The overstimulation makes your body shake, and tears start to prick your eyes. One of them falls down your cheek and you go to wipe it away, but Genji’s hand catches your wrist.

“Let me see those tears, pretty girl,” he says. You nod, and he releases your wrist. Your hands somehow find their way to his back, and you dig your nails in hard as he continues to overstimulate you. You know your nails are probably hurting him, but he doesn’t say anything. Tears pour out of your eyes now, tracing the lines they made earlier. 

“You’re doing so good for me,” Genji mutters, his voice raspy. You look past your teary eyes to see him, his dark hair falling over his face. You reach to him, cupping his face and running your finger along one of the bigger scars. The gesture is tender, and it catches him off guard, but he loves the way you look at him. His thrusts start to get sloppy, and you can tell he’s getting close. Another tear falls out of your eye as your body reaches another climax. It rocks through you and has you clenching down on his cock, which is enough to send him over the edge. You keep clenching around him as he goes through his orgasm, his head falling to the crook of your neck. 

It takes the both of you a bit to calm down enough to move. He moves first, pulling away enough to kiss the tears along your skin. You smile softly at him. He’s the perfect mix of dark, twisted desires and soft, gentle love. He eventually helps you get cleaned up and gets you some water to drink before pulling you into bed with him. He cradles you so gently, his hand running along your hair as you rest your head against his chest. Your hand traces connection between metal and skin, sleep starting to take over. 

“Thank you for taking care of me,” you say softly. Your voice sounds groggy with sleep.

“You don’t have to thank me for that,” he replies. You nod, moving just enough to press your lips to the place where metal and flesh melds on his chest. He tenses, but when your soft lips press a part of him that he’s hated, he finds himself wishing your lips would touch it more often. Perhaps you’re healing him, healing his wounds.

My own Knuckles the Echidna headcanons! ❤️

• He only has a small handful of blurry memories of this parents; with those he can guess that he got his strength from his father. Sadly, he doesn’t remember how they passed.

• Underneath his big gloves are actually white claws. Every male echidna had these, hence having to wear those type of gloves, while the females had regular hands.

• Knuckles considers Sonic as his competitive younger brother and the two go out of their way to take on any bet they throw at each other.

• We know that he really loves grapes, but the purples ones are his favourite.

• Having to feed himself since his youth, Knuckles grew into a fine chef. From only using fruits from Angel Island, to savoury and spices given to him by his friends. They love his cooking.

• There is only one whom can be equal to Knuckles’ strength within an arm wrestling match - Big the Cat!

• Being isolated for so long has caused him to be a little shy around girls; especially Rouge after the Ark incident. She began acting all flirty with him and he doesn’t know how to react.

• How was Knuckles able to travel with his friends without worrying about the Master Emerald? He asked Tails to build a survalience system to keep an eye on it briefly.

Florence Castle's HEROES OF CYBERTRON - Ep. 02: LOCKDOWN

Ho deciso di alternare gli Autobot e i Decepticon in modo da variare gli argomenti. Così la serie non sembrerà monotona e noiosa. Ora vediamo l'episodio di oggi...

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

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PUNTATA 2: LOCKDOWN, il cacciatore di taglie

Con il prossimo soggetto è meglio non scherzare. Basta solo nominarlo e le reazioni scatenate tra i fan si alternano tra urli di giubilo o vergognosi fischi, se non addirittura insulti più o meno pesanti. L’unica magra consolazione è che LOCKDOWN non appartiene a nessuna fazione dei Transformers, quindi né Autobot né Decepticon.

Sebbene sia uno dei pochissimi Bot misconosciuti a causa delle sue origini relativamente moderne, Locky detiene una discreta popolarità nel brand, complice probabilmente del fatto di essere un cacciatore di taglie con il macabro pallino di collezionare i cimeli degli sfortunati Bot che ha incrociato lungo il cammino, pur detenendo “solo” quattro trasposizioni nell’universo Transformer. Non è certo un bravo ragazzo come Samus Aran, la survivalista spaziale in armatura arancione protagonista della saga Nintendo Metroid, ma possiamo semmai definirlo un “cazzuto bastardo” à la Wolf ‘O Donnel di Star Fox, sempre della Nintendo... oppure ai vari Deathstroke o Lobo della DC Comics. Le analogie tra questi personaggi sono comunque inquietanti tanto quanto il Bot in sé!

Quest’ultimo, dicevamo, nasce in epoca moderna, più precisamente nella serie Animated del 2008: il suo esordio risale all’episodio Il Brivido della Caccia della Stagione 1, nel quale si presenta come un rivale di vecchia data nientemeno che di Ratchet – e inutile dire che questa puntata sigla l’esordio anche di Arcee, la cui tragica fine rappresenta le radici della rivalità tra il vecchio Autobot e il cacciatore di taglie. In questa prima veste, Lockdown è stato paragonato a Testa di Morte, il Bot che nei fumetti G1 Marvel UK si scontrò più volte con i Transformers di entrambe gli schieramenti. Ma se quest’ultimo era un cacciatore di taglie con un balordo senso dell’umorismo che lo rendeva simpatico, Lockdown è invece la sua controparte dark: non solo per il suo stretto legame con i Decepticon, ma anche per la macabra natura della sua passione collezionistica, che prevede la raccolta di pezzi dei nemici caduti – il che spiega il suo assetto asimmetrico quasi alla strega di un patchwork. Non è ironico che, secondo Derrick J. Wyatt, il nostro Locky doveva in origine essere un bizzarro mostro di Frankenstein robotico, poi cambiato per sposarsi meglio con il ruolo assegnatogli dalla sceneggiatura; il risultato è una figura “reminiscente a un teschio per la testa” con tanto di code simili a quelle di una giacca... anche se, per quanto mi riguarda, il viso di Lockdown ricorda abbastanza vagamente quello di uno dei Kiss! Estetica a parte, il suo arrivo nel brand ha rappresentato una ventata d’aria fresca all’epoca: se già il fatto di non essere allineato a una delle due fazioni lo rende difficile da classificare per l’ingenua mente dei giovanissimi – perennemente radicata alla dicotomia bianco/nero e buono/cattivo – la sua totale immoralità lo rende praticamente inaccessibile.

È proprio questa popolarità nata da Animated che ha spinto gli addetti ai lavori, a ridosso del 2010, a rilanciare il personaggio di Lockdown nel Movie-verso di Michael Bay, sebbene rimanga solo una mera comparsa nei fumetti ad hoc della IDW, da La Vendetta del Caduto in avanti... almeno fino a quando, nel 2014, esordisce anche sul grande schermo in TRANSFORMERS 4: l’Era dell’Estinzione. Sfoggiando un’inedita livrea completamente nera priva degli iconici spruzzi di verde e un’altmode che al confronto lo stesso Sideswipe impallidisce perché è una Lamborghini, Locky si presenta al pubblico nuovamente come “cacciatore di taglie non allineato con nessuno”, che viaggia per la galassia in cerca di tesori a bordo di un’enorme astronave, anche al costo di scontrarsi con gli Autobot di Optimus Prime. Inoltre, rispondendo soltanto ai capricci degli enigmatici Creatori/Quintesson, Lockdown si tiene alla larga dalla guerra tra Autobot e Decepticon, e vede entrambe le fazioni come un branco di schiamazzanti bambini sempre in lite tra loro, che egli stesso deve tenere a bada pur di mantenere una parvenza di ordine nell’universo. È, a tutti gli effetti, l’antagonista principale di tutta la pellicola (seguito a ruota dallo pseudo-zombie Galvatron e al misterioso Stinger, il guerriero rosso “ispirato a Bumblebee ma migliore in ogni senso”), ma finisce infelicemente tagliato in due da un furioso Optimus Prime, forse per vendicare tanto la morte del caro amico Ratchet quanto le vessazioni subite a lui e ai suoi compagni caduti.

Di recente, nel cartone Cyberverse del 2018, Lockdown appare inaspettatamente retrocesso a un mero guerriero Decepticon appartenente al gradino più basso della gerarchia. E come tutti i protagonisti della serie, anche lui ha un design che è la summa di tutte le sue incarnazioni precedenti: è squadrato come un G1 ante litteram ma ha le borchie e l’uncino al posto di una mano proprio come l’omonimo Animated – e retroattivamente anche il suo altmode, sebbene nella serie non si trasformi mai in veicolo.

Naturalmente i ragazzi della IDW, sempre nel 2010, hanno avuto la bella idea di trasporre il personaggio anche nel cubettoso universo G1… anzi nella cosiddetta “G1 moderna”, da con confondersi con quella “classica” da cui tutto il brand ha avuto origine! Nome a parte, perché questo “G1 Lockdown” venisse alla luce, l’artista Alex Milne ha insistito nel voler progettare un design originale per il personaggio, ma quest’idea viene subito accantonata; la Hasbro, infatti, gli chiedeva invece di usare l’aspetto che Locky aveva nei fumetti di Revenge of the Fallen; non solo, fu l’editore Denton J. Tipton a suggerire allo sceneggiatore Shane McCarthy di inserire il personaggio anche nel G1-verso, trasformandolo così in uno dei primissimi avversari dell’Autobot samurai Drift... o meglio del reietto Decepticon Deadlock, fuggito dopo una congiura contro Megatron finita male. Compito del cacciatore è ritrovare il fuggiasco e riportarlo tra le fila Decepticon, anche grazie all’aiuto di alcuni schiavisti; alla fine, lo ritrova su un misterioso pianeta su cui un pugno di Bot neutrali (quello che poi sarà noto come il “Circolo della Luce”) lo aveva tenuto nascosto per eoni.

Ma non finisce qui. Lockdown è apparso anche in altri media, come ad esempio nel videogioco per PS4 TRANSFORMERS: The Dark Spark del duo Activision/High Moon Studios, concepito come un ibrido tra il Movie-verso e la saga di La Battaglia per Cybertron. Oppure su dispositivi mobili, come il crossover Angry Birds: TRANSFORMERS, nel quale uno dei maialini verdi nemici dei celebri pennuti della Rovio (il baffuto Caposquadra), veste i panni proprio di Lockdown. O ancora, come mera comparsa nel defunto gioco di carte TRANSFORMERS: Legends, o addirittura come personaggio collezionabile nel recente strategico Earth Wars, dimostrando che il temuto cacciatore di taglie non sia stato del tutto sbattuto nel dimenticatoio!

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Abbiamo detto che Lockdown è apparso solo quattro volte in tutto il brand, videogiochi esclusi, ma questo non vuol dire che i modellini associati a questo personaggio siano altrettanto limitati. Il primo fra tutti, ovviamente, è il Deluxe della linea Animated: una bella muscle car nera e verde descritta come “un amalgama tra una Corvette anni 80 e una Cougar anni 60” irta di aculei per renderla più feroce e cattiva, anche se è più corretto definirla un incrocio tra la Batmobile e Christine, l’infernale auto assassina protagonista dell’omonimo romanzo di Stephen King. Di questo mold sono uscite quattro versioni: quella canonica, la traslucida Stealth, la nera e gialla Blazing e uno pseudo-Decepticon per la linea Adventure del 2015 (ovvero la versione giapponese di Robots in Disguise 2015 della Takara); sono tutte equipaggiate col fucile EMP, lo stesso che Lockdown ruba a Ratchet nel cartone, ma solo tre hanno l’iconico uncino e il Blazing è l’unico a sfoggiare una motosega. Nella stessa linea, a nome di Lockdown troviamo anche un Activator, ossia la famigerata sotto-linea dei modellini che si trasformano alla pressione di un pulsante, rivolto dunque ad un target più giovane.

Per quanto riguarda il Movie-verso, Lockdown si palesa come Deluxe nella linea Revenge of the Fallen, palesemente ispirato all’Animated in modo così pesante da sembrare quasi identico all’originale; ciononostante lo stesso stampo sarà riutilizzato per il modellino dell’allievo di Lockdown, un tal Axor, per la sotto-linea Hunt for the Decepticon del 2009/10 e nello stesso biennio il mold originale è stato riproposto sotto il nome di “G1 Lockdown”. Nel Movie-verso arriva un altro Deluxe nell’inedita linea di giocattoli del quarto film di Bay; dico inedita perché questi modelli non sono mai stati rilasciati in Italia per lasciare spazio a degli inutili One-Step e compagni riservati ai giovanissimi. L’AoE Lockdown è tristemente noto come il modello più deludente di tutta la linea non solo per lo schema di colori adottato per nulla fedele alla controparte filmica (il modello Hasbro, almeno, mentre quello della Takara Movie Advance sfoggia una livrea più vicina possibile alla CGI) ma anche per essere una “maledetta sottiletta/mezzo Shellformer”, nonché il modellino più basso di tutti gli altri Deluxe a causa dell’altmode forse troppo piccolo per un personaggio così importante. Un vero peccato... o almeno fino al 2018, in cui il personaggio riceve una figure di una qualità leggermente migliore: lo Studio Series Lockdown, che è sempre un Deluxe ma con uno stampo completamente nuovo e meglio proporzionato rispetto al modello precedente. E per fortuna, poiché molti fan del famigerato cacciatore di taglie hanno finora ricevuto solo una delusione dopo l’altra! 😅

CONCLUSIONE

È davvero un peccato che un personaggio così popolare abbia avuto così poca cura. Forse lui stesso è occupato a raccogliere trofei da qualche parte nella galassia? Io sono ottimista, magari lo rivedremo in futuro in qualche media più che accettabile... e lo dico perché ho sempre avuto un certo fascino per questi personaggi “grigi” e amorali, e sarebbe davvero carino vederlo in compagnia del mio ragno Decepticon Raysharper e tutta la sua banda di Insecticon. Non è da vigliacchi sognare, no? 😊

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