How It Would Be Like To Be In A Relationship With Hazard Aka Findlay Docherty

C,F,J,M and N, with Cayde-6

anon requested: Hello! I was wondering if I could request Cayde-6 with C, F, J, M and N from the fluff alphabet?

C = Cuddle - how would they cuddle their s/o?

A very clingy lad, always latched onto you in some way, even if you pry him off of you he'll just latch back on, he's okay with pretty much any position, but being the little spoon is probably his favorite, he's a heavy-ish sleeper, best way to get him up is to threaten to eat all of his spicy ramen or hood morning kisses

F = Family - Do they want a Family? If they do when?

Nah, he has you Sundance, Connell, and his fireteam so thats Family enough for him.

J = Jealous - Do they get Jealous easily? How do they deal with it?

He does, but hes confident that you won't cheat. He can get very touchy when he sees someone flirting with you, be prepared for him to come up from behind and wrap his arms around your waste and smoothly inserting himself into the conversation. Giving the flirty person, a scary lil' glare as he does.

M = Marriage - Do they want to get married? How do they propose? What would marriage be like?

I don't think the concept of marriage is still relevant amoung Guardians, since they don't truly have any time to settle down, especially the Vanguards. But anyway-

He'd be down. He'd propose at the end of a date, that took place in on of his favorite spots in the wilderness, mf couldn't get an actual ring so he made ya a ramen ring instead, and wraps a mini hunter banner(in his colors) around your finger.

N = Nicknames - What do they call their s/o?

Babe, Babes, Baby, Honey, Hot stuff, God, my 2nd favorite ramen bowl, the one person I would totally share my ramen with, Connells 2nd parent,

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“Long ago, Airachnid was with the Decepticons, where her cruel, cold-sparked, murderous demeanor served her well. After the Great Exodus of Cybertron, however, she decided to go solo. These days, Airachnid spends her time engaging in her new hobby: collectingendangered species… well, parts of endangered species, mostly the heads. Now, if a species isn’t endangered? Oh, they will be. She’ll make sure of that, and she’ll make sure it’s a slow, painful process.

Less trustworthy than even Starscream, she is more than willing to kill her own men or leave her commanding officers behind if it means getting what she wants. The pain and trauma she had inflicted on Arcee, from said Autobot’s torture to the brutal execution ofher partner, have given them a vicious, bitter history, and both will stop at nothing to kill each other. She also has the ability to control Insecticons.”

My own Silver the Hedgehog headcanons! 🤍

Just Silver

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

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

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

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

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

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

Silver and Blaze

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

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

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

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

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

could I ask for a one shot request of a cayde x f!reader with the prompt "Score for me. I'm up one!" "Where did you learn to count?! We're even." please owo?

Snail, I read this and I immediately thought of Cayde and the reader meeting up at a bar after a long day of work, paying darts, making bets, taking drinks, getting tipsy… just lots of fun vibes.

perma tag list : @mail-me-a-snail @shins-wife @speed-boop @threevie @squadnos @daggerthegamer @reaped-winnower @lady-efriyeet @eris-horn [for some reason it won’t let me tag you :c]

Cayde-6 x F!Guardian Reader - Bullseye

Saw you re-enter Tower airspace.  Meet me at the bar?  20:00.

That message was from Cayde and you smiled to yourself as your Ghost read it off to you.  The two of you met up regularly, it had been your ritual every day since the Red War, but you’d just stepped foot in the Last City after a three-day long mission.  Needless to say, he missed you.  And you missed him.

You didn’t even stop at your apartment to change.  You wanted to see him so, so badly, you practically ran to meet him there.  You went straight past the Postmaster and practically ran to the elevator that led down into the Last City.  The air was warm with the coming summer when your feet hit the pavement.  A short walk into the City later, you were shouldering your way through the door of one of the many local bars within a mile of the Tower.  The moment the door closed behind you, Cayde-6 looked over his shoulder directly at you.  His expression brightened; you smiled as you strode across the room towards him.

“There she is!”  Cayde cheered as he pulled back a stool for you.  “Come in, come in, take a seat.  How’s my favorite Guardian doing?”

You laughed softly at his grandiose gestures.  “I’m fine, Cayde,” you laughed.  “A bit tired maybe.  Happy to be home…”

Cayde ordered you a drink as you sat down on the barstool.  “It’s been quiet here without you.”

“What are you saying, Cayde,” you teased, “did you miss me?”

Cayde chuckled as you took a sip of the drink that was placed in front of you.  “What can I say?  You take all of the excitement with you when you leave.  Tower’s boring without you ‘round.”

You hummed softly as you leaned over and bumped your shoulder against his.  “So, what’s the plan for tonight, Cayde?  Or are you just going to keep feeding me drinks until I’m drunk?”

“Darts.”

“What?”

Cayde waved a hand out in front of your face and there were red and black darts between his fingers.  “A good ol’ fashioned game of darts.  Loser takes a shot.”

Your skeptical face slowly grew into a smile, and you downed the rest of the drink in front of you.  “Alright, I’m game.  I’m going to kick your ass though.”

The night went on, the drinks were flowing, the bar slowly grew more crowded and louder with music, chatter and laughter.  You and Cayde had spent nearly three hours at the darts board, betting drinks, laughing, chatting, catching up.  You twirled the dart in your fingers before balancing it between two and tossed it at the board.  You cheered and hooted when it made its mark, though it wasn’t a bullseye, it was a high score.  Alcohol had started to intoxicate your brain and you were tipsy.  “Beat that one, Cayde!” You laughed as you leaned back against the table next to you.

“Oh I will, Guardian, this match is gonna be all mine, just you watch.”

He tossed his dart and it landed on the bullseye.  He laughed and threw up his hands.  “Score for me! I’m one up!”

You laughed as you walked back over to him.  “Where did you learn how to count? We’re even.  This is matchpoint, cowboy.”  You picked up the last two darts and walked back over to the Exo to hand him his.  “How ‘bout we throw at the same time, yeah?”

“Fine, fine, but this one is still mine,” he teased as he took the dart out of your hand.

“Mmm… I’d like to see that.”

You two leveled your arms and counted down from three, then tossed at the same time.  And this time you hit the bullseye.  

“Yes!  Victory is mine!”  You hooted as you jumped up in celebration.  “Time for you to drink!”

Cayde laughed as he picked up a shot from the table and toasted to your victory before he downed the drink.  “C’mon, Guardian, let’s get outta here.”  Cayde’s hand placed gently on your back as the two of you walked out of the bar into the night air, which had grown nice and cool for a summer evening.  Once you two were alone, his arm wrapped around your back and his hand rested on your hip.

“I had fun tonight,” you said softly.  “I missed you.  Ever since the war…” You sighed softly as you leaned your head on his shoulder.  “I don’t like being away from you either.”

“It’s not easy on me, either,” Cayde admitted.  “Zavala may have given me some more flexibility when it comes to leaving the Tower, but I worry when you’re out there without me.”

“Well then maybe you should come with me more often, I could use a partner.”

“Y/N, you’re one of the best the Vanguard has, you’re just sayin’ that so you can spend more time with me.”

You laughed.  “Is that such a bad thing?”

“Not at all.”  Cayde’s hand squeezed your side gently as he pressed his mouth piece against your forehead.  The two of you were approaching the Tower elevator where you would part ways for the night so he could attend to his duties and you could get some rest.  “Not at all, y/n.”

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By Your Side

Fandom: Overwatch Characters: Genji, Angela Relationship: Genji/reader Request: Ive seen a junkrat x reader on your blog, but would you write for genji? Perhaps the reader is Angelas assistant shes the best for dealing with cyborgs so she sees to him regularly but one days shes injured and hes worried. “You’re late.” You called over your shoulder as you heard the door open and quiet footsteps open. Glancing over your shoulder, you saw Genji walk over to the bench so he could sit on it. “My apologies.” He bowed his head to you with genuine sorrow for upsetting you. “I started to think you had forgotten about me.” You chuckled as you turned and walked up to him. “Never.” His voice was soft as you reached out and pressed the pads which released his armour. You couldn’t help but smile softly at the gentleness in his voice. When he first came here, he was an angry man, filled with hate and sorrow. He worked with Zenyatta and was able to tame a lot of his anger. You and Angela had worked tirelessly to help him. You were the one who crafted his new body while Angela was able to bond the human body to the metal in as little pain as possible. You both gave him the chance to live again, to fight for what he believed in and to grow. He was grateful for that and he always showed it. Genji had great respect for both you and Angela, but if was you that he grew closest to in the whole base. He saw you nearly every day, either in passing, briefs or during his weekly check ups. After missions, he came straight to you to make sure nothing had seriously injured both his physical body and his cyborg one. Today was just a check up. you carefully looked over every joint and mechanism, checking to make sure there were no issues. Genjis eyes watched you the entire time. “y/n]?” Tracer popped her head round the door as she knocked. “You coming out for tea?” “No, ive still got work to do. You guys go ahead. I’ll catch up with you tomorrow.” You smile at her, laughing when she pouted but disappeared. “You can do. I can wait till tomorrow.” Genji suddenly spoke, his voice soft. “No, don’t be silly.” You wave him off as you reached up to take off his visor and mask so you could check and make sure it was fine. You pulled it off his face, holding your breath for a moment as your eyes met his own. His real eyes. His entire face was scared but his eyes were as beautiful as ever. It was the first thing you noticed about him when he first ended up in front of you. “Who says I don’t prefer spending my time with you?” you asked his, raising an eyebrow at him and you saw those beautiful eyes light up. “Then, perhaps, I could take you out tonight?” He asks tentatively, immediately making your heart beat fast in your chest. His voice no longer had the metallic ring that came with his helmet but either voice could bring you to your knees. Was he truly asking you out? but before you could reply, Angela rushed into the room. “[y/n], I need your help. Reinhardt hurt.” She quickly told you before rushing back out. “oh god.” You handed Genji back his helmet. You saw the way his shoulders slouched and his eyes lost their glint. “im really sorry. Perhaps tomorrow?” “Tomorrow?” Genji immediately perked up and you couldn’t help but smile as you rushed to grab your lab coat. “Yes, when I get back tomorrow.” You nod, feeling a flutter in your chest at how happy he now looked. As you raced past him to the door, you pressed a very light kiss to his cheek before disappearing, leaving genji with a soft glow in his cheeks. —-time skip ————— You sat up in bed, your book opened on your lap. You were really only half concentrating and had to keep rereading paragraphs as you waited for Angela to come back with more pain killers. You weren’t normally out in the field during battles like Angela, but she had been busy, and you had been asked to go. It was meant to be a quick mission. Get in, get info, get out. Winston and Tracer had assured you of this. But once you got inside, you discovered it was an ambush. while you managed to keep everyone else alive, you took some bad blows yourself. Thankfully, Winston was able to pick you up and escape with Tracer right behind him. They had taken you straight to Angela, who had gasped when she saw your state. You had fallen unconscious on the way back and only came too a few hours ago with Angela at your side. She reassured you that you still had all your limps and that you hadn’t been out long. You had a lot of bruises and cuts on you, but nothing detrimental. your attention was drawn up to the door as it opened, and you expected Angela to walk in. But it wasn’t. “Genji.” You couldn’t help but instantly smile as he enters the room. He looked rather smart; all things considered. He wore a black and white suit that fit sell over cyborg body without being too obvious. In fact, he was rather dashing. You felt yourself melt at his appearance. He reaches up and removed his helmet the second the door closes before rushing to your side. You saw the fear in his eyes as they darted over your body. “Are you alright?” he asks desperately as he reached out to cup your face, carful not to touch any cuts. You instantly lean into his ouch, reach up to cup your hand over his own. “Im fine, I promise.” You smile. But then the memories of your encounter with him the day before came flooding back to you. “oh Genji, I forgot about our date. Im so sorry.” You started to ramble as you bolted to sit up but the bruising on your ribs cause you pain and you let out a cry. Your hands clasped over the area of pain as genji instantly placed a hand on your back and his other one atop your own. He guides you to lie back down but smiles at you. “ive waited a long time to ask you out. I can wait a little longer for you to heal.” He speaks softly to you, soothing your fears that he might be annoyed with you. “You’re incredibly sweet, Genji.” You smiled before letting out a soft giggle. “What?” He asked, tilting his head to the side in curiosity. You did love it when he did this, especially when he was wearing his helmet because it looked so cute. “You got all dressed up for me, and I turn up like this.” You gesture to your battered body. “Still beautiful.” Genji mumbled to you, a soft smile on his lips. You couldn’t help but giggle, even out of embarrassment as your cheeks shone red. “So, where were we going to go? Seeing as you’re dressed up so fancy?” You ask, pushing yourself up a little as Genji sat on the side of your bed. “A surprise. I’ll take you there when you’re healed.” Genji smiles as he reached out and takes your hand in his own. “And until then?” You ask, pouting out your lip. “I shall stay by your side, as you stayed by mine.” Genjis voice made your heart flutter as he spoke. You couldn’t help the blush that dawned your cheeks or the smile that pulled on your lips. Before you could respond, the door opened and Angela walked in, your tablets in the palm of her hands. “This should be enough for-“ She stops when she see Genji and the rather intimate moment that had been taken place. “oh, I should come back later.” She smiles sweetly at you, placing your tablets on the side before leaving, probably to go and tell Winston and Tracer. It was a down side of her knowing about your crush on Genji. “Do you need anything?” Genji turns back to you. “A glass of water would be nice.” You respond with a small nod. Genji smiles and rises from the bed. He bows his head to you before leaving to retrieve your drink. Once he had left, Angela was straight back inside, apparently having been waiting. She was beaming at you. “It seems you have your own personal doctor.” She smirks, her eyes twinkling with mischief. “You have to get me better as soon as possible.” You sit up, a little slower than before. “As long as im you’re maid of honour.” She smiles before dodging the pillow you throw at her with a chuckle.

Neon Lights? PT.4

Hazard x PunkSinger! Reader

Summary: Hazard decides to take you somewhere else calmer.

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Hazard paced the garage, his heavy boots thudding against the floor. His leather jacket creaked as he moved, frustration etched across his face.

"Where the hell am I supposed tae take them?" he muttered, running a hand through his blonde hair. His accent thickened when he was annoyed, words coming out sharp and clipped. "Can’t be anywhere too fancy—don’t want them thinkin’ I’m some posh git. But it cannae be a dive either. Fuckin’ hell..."

Sitting cross-legged on the workbench, Boomslang smirked, her boots tapping against the metal frame. "Y'know, if you stopped overthinking this, you might actually figure it out” she said, her tone light, teasing. "Just take them to a café or somethin’. Nice and easy. Neutral ground."

Hazard stopped pacing and fixed her with a skeptical look. "A café? Are ye daft? That’s pure boring. What if they think I don’t give a damn?"

Boomslang rolled her eyes. "Haz, not everyone’s expectin’ explosions and chaos every second. It’s about keepin’ it chill. You don’t need to impress them with a parade."

He frowned, folding his arms across his chest. "Aye, but cafés... I dunno. Feels too... soft."

"Exactly why it’s perfect" Boomslang countered, smirking. "Show them you’ve got more than just the leather-jacket, gang-member act. Trust me, they’ll appreciate it."

Hazard let out a frustrated sigh but finally relented. "Fine, fine. A café it is. But if this goes tits up, it’s on ye."

Boomslang laughed, throwing up her hands. "Don’t worry, champ. If it bombs, I’ll buy you a round to drown your sorrows."

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The café turned out to be quieter than you expected. The warm, inviting lighting gave the place a cozy ambiance, the faint scent of roasted coffee mixing with hints of vanilla and cinnamon. It wasn’t the kind of spot you’d imagine Hazard frequenting—he looked out of place.You arrived first, settling into a booth tucked away in the corner. The barista had just brought over your tea when the bell over the door jingled. You glanced up, and your eyes widened at the sight.

Hazard walked in, but gone were the torn leather jacket and chains. Instead, he was dressed in a soft, oversized hoodie, sweatpants that looked like they might’ve come straight out of a lazy Sunday afternoon, and sneakers that were suspiciously clean. His blonde hair was tucked under a knitted beanie, and for once, his posture was relaxed, almost casual. He spotted you immediately, his face breaking into that familiar grin as he made his way over. “Hope I’m not late” he said, sliding into the seat across from you.

“Not at all” you replied, still trying to reconcile the Hazard in front of you with the one you’d come to know. “I just... wasn’t expecting this.”

He raised an eyebrow, his grin turning playful. “What, were ye expectin’ me tae show up in full Phreak gear? Thought I’d give yer poor heart a break today.”

You laughed, gesturing to his outfit. “I mean, I didn’t think you even owned sweatpants. You look like you’re ready for a Netflix marathon, not a café.”

Hazard chuckled, leaning back in his seat. “Can’t be struttin’ around in leather all the time—gets a wee bit much for the heat, and besides” he smirked, “I hear the ‘comfy’ look is all the rage these days. Figured I’d try tae keep up.”

You shook your head, smiling as you sipped your tea. “Well, it’s definitely unexpected. But I’ll give you this—it suits you.”

He tilted his head, his grin softening. “Aye? Well, maybe I’m just tryin’ tae impress ye.”

You rolled your eyes, but the warmth in your chest betrayed you. “Sure, Hazard. You’re definitely here to impress me, not because you secretly love a good cappuccino.”

He laughed, a sound that felt unguarded, real. “Ye’ve caught me. Fine. Maybe i do love a good cappuccino. But don’t tell the lads—they’d never let me hear the end of it.”

The conversation flowed easily after that. You talked about the chaos of tour life, and Hazard shared stories about his quieter moments with the Phreaks—nights spent fixing up their hideout, impromptu movie marathons and they’re helpful ‘charity work’.

“You’d like ‘em” he said, stirring the last of his coffee. “They’re a pain in the arse sometimes, but they’re good folk. Loyal. And they’ve got this habit of takin’ care o’ each other, even when they’re bein’ daft.”

“I can tell” you replied, resting your chin on your hand. “The way you talk about them—it’s clear you really care.”

He shrugged, but the flicker of vulnerability in his expression didn’t go unnoticed. “They’re family, aye? Maybe not by blood, but that doesn’t matter much. Ye look out for yer own.”

You nodded, a soft smile playing on your lips. “I get that. Being on tour, my band and crew—they’re like family, too. It’s not always easy, but... you find ways to make it work.”

Hazard studied you for a moment, his gaze unusually serious. “Ye’ve got a good heart, love. That much is obvious.”

Your cheeks warmed under his compliment, and you quickly glanced away, pretending to focus on the menu. “And you’ve got a way with words, don’t you?”

Hazard could only lean back, arms resting casually on the table, but his gaze was sharp as it settled on you. “Y’know, I’m impressed with ye.”

You raised a brow, tilting your head slightly. “Oh? What for?”

“The way ye carry yerself” he said, a faint smirk tugging at his lips. "On stage, ye're aw fire an' fury—screamin' yer heart oot like ye're ready tae tear the place doon. But offstage? Calm, collected, like nothin' could rattle ye."

You chuckled softly, running a hand through your hair. “Gotta keep the chaos contained somewhere, right? Besides, someone’s gotta keep things in order when the band’s running wild.”

And that he knew well off.

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As the two of you stepped out of the café, the cool evening air hit you like a sudden wave, causing you to shiver involuntarily. You hadn’t expected the drop in temperature, and the light jacket you’d thrown on earlier wasn’t doing much to keep the chill at bay.

Hazard glanced over, sharp as ever, and his eyes narrowed slightly. “Yer freezin’, hen?.”

“I’m fine” you lied, rubbing your arms for warmth.

“Ach, don’t be stubborn” he said with a smirk, already shrugging out of his hoodie. In one smooth motion, he tugged it over his head, revealing the black tank top underneath.

Your breath caught for a moment as you took in the sight of his broad shoulders and defined arms, muscles flexing slightly as he handed you the hoodie. It wasn’t flashy or overly showy—just solid, real strength that came from years of hard living.

“Here” he said, holding it out to you. "Won’t have ye catchin’ a cold on ma watch."

“Are you sure?” you asked, hesitating as you reached for it. “You’ll freeze without it.”

“I’ll manage” he replied with an easy grin, his voice low and warm. “Besides, I think I can handle a wee bit o’ cold better than you.”

Reluctantly, you slipped the hoodie on, the oversized fabric engulfing you in warmth. It smelled faintly of him—coffee, leather, and something undeniably Hazard.

“Better?” he asked, watching you pull the sleeves over your hands.

“Much” you admitted, your voice quieter now. “Thanks, Hazard.”

“No bother” he said, leaning back against a lamppost, the faint glow casting shadows over his sharp features. His tank top clung to his frame, and though he didn’t say anything about it, the slight curve of his lips told you he’d noticed you noticing.

“You’re not bad at this whole ‘gentleman’ thing, you know” you teased, trying to regain a bit of your composure.

He chuckled, crossing his arms in a way that made his muscles stand out even more. “Don’t let it get around, aye? I’ve got a reputation tae keep.”

You rolled your eyes, but the grin tugging at your lips betrayed you. “Your secret’s safe with me.”

As the two of you finally reached the point where your paths diverged, Hazard glanced at you one last time, his expression softer now. “Keep it, if ye want” he said, nodding toward the hoodie. “Looks better on ye anyway.”

“Don’t push your luck” you shot back, though the warmth in your tone dulled the sharpness of the words.

He laughed, the sound low and rich, and gave you a quick wink. “Worth a shot.”

Hazard walked beside you, his hands tucked into the pocket of his sweatpants. For a man who commanded a room with his presence, he was surprisingly unassuming now, blending easily into the quiet street.

“You know” you said, breaking the silence, “this was nice. A lot nicer than I expected.”

Hazard raised an eyebrow, mock-offended. “Ye thought it’d be terrible, did ye?”

“I thought it’d be... chaotic” you admitted with a grin. “But I’m glad it wasn’t”

“Well” he said, his tone teasing, “I’m glad I managed tae surprise ye. But I cannae promise I’ll always be this calm. Chaos is kinda my thing, after all.”

You laughed, pulling your phone from your pocket. “I think I can handle a little chaos. But I’m on the move again soon, so if you’ve got more surprises up your sleeve, you’ll have to text me about them.”

“Ye want tae keep in touch?”

“Why not?” you said with a shrug. “Tour gets lonely sometimes. Besides, it’s not every day I meet someone like you.”

For once, he seemed at a loss for words, his usual bravado faltering. “Aye, well... ye’ve got my number now. Use it whenever ye feel like it.”

“I will” you said with a smile. “I’ll try not to blow up your inbox too much.”

“Ach, blow it up all ye want” he replied with a grin, his confidence returning. “Better tae hear from ye than tae wonder what ye’re up tae.”

With that, the two of you exchanged goodbyes, and as you walked away, the oversized hoodie wrapped snugly around you, you couldn’t help but glance back once. Hazard was still standing there, hands tucked into his sweatpants pockets, watching you with an easy, unshaken confidence.

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New Message from: Hazard ☢️💜

“Before you run off, meet me at the usual spot. One last pint, one last chat, aye? Call it a send-off. Or maybe just me bein’ selfish and not wantin’ to wait months to see yer face again.

I want to take you somewhere nicer”

- The Most Important Mission -

“Y’know, I’ve…actually never been down to the City.”

Cayde snaps his head to stare at Echo with wide eyes, looking at her as if she had just admitted to having snuck a rogue Hobgoblin into the Tower.

“No way!” He exclaims incredulously.

“I just never found the time I guess,” Echo replies with a nonchalant shrug, eliciting a disbelieving scoff from the exo beside her.

“Well, now I am obligated by the Hunter Code to treat you to a visit to the city.”

She scoffs and cocks her head to one side, “…since when did we have a Hunter Code?”

“Since I just made one up not four seconds ago, and it requires the Hunter Vanguard to be accompanied by one lucky Guardian to his favorite ramen restaurant,” he remarks definitively, poking the Nightstalker in the center of her chest as he winks at her, the exo shaking her head at him.

“Oh?” She flashes him a small, intrigued smile as she waves his hand away.

“Yeah, trust me, absolutely no offense to our buddy up here—they’re super great, one of my favorite shops—but the ramen from Saka’s Soup, the shop down in the City, is GODLY,” Cayde’s mouth lights up in a chuckle as he lays back on the dock of the Annex they were currently sitting on, gesticulating with his hands as he continues talking, “Especially the spicy ramen in the soy sauce broth with the ground up pork and garlic chives mmhmhmhmmm-” he lets out a somewhat dreamy, robotic whine, running his hands down his metallic face.

“DAMN, I’m gettin’ hungry just thinkin’ about it, and I don’t even have a stomach to be hungry with!”

The verdant-eyed Exo chuckles beside him, tilting her head to the side. “Mmmm, and who’s the lucky Guardian this Hunter Vanguard is going to request to accompany him then, hmm?” She questions with a small, knowing smile, glancing at him with mischievous eyes.

Cayde flashes her a wide grin, eyes bright. “Take a guess.”

“Ikora.”

“Mmmm, no.”

“Zavala?”

“HAH, absolutely not. Zavala practically only exists in the Tower, I don’t think he could leave if he tried.”

That joke gets a small laugh out of his fellow Hunter, Cayde’s chest welling up with pride at the fact he elicited such a noise from her.

“Hmm….Amanda?” She continues to guess after her giggling dies down.

“Close, but no.”

She shrugs at him. “Well…I’m stumped.”

The Hunter Vanguard sits up, giving her a sly look.

“I’ll give you some hints: she’s an Exo Hunter, just like yours truly-“ he announces proudly as he puts a hand to his puffed up chest. “-she’s rather quiet and reserved, always lurkin’ in the back corner of the room. That is, until you break through her icy shell, and then she suddenly becomes the second funniest person you’ve ever met, the first of course being me-”

Echo scoffs and rolls her eyes, shaking her head in mock disappointment. Cayde could tell she was still smiling, however.

“And…” his voice and gaze suddenly soften as he looks over at her, the arrogant expression he had been wearing melting into a gentle and sincere appreciation.

“She doesn’t show it, but she has a nasty tendency to think little of herself—she puts so much pressure on herself, tryin’ to live up to the legacy her past self left behind, and then she beats herself up when she falls short.”

He pauses for a moment, blinking.

“…Lotta ‘selfs’ in that sentence, wow.” He chuckles to himself, before shaking his head and returning to his original train of thought. “Anyways- despite all that, I just want her to know…” he scoots a little closer to Echo, causing her to look up at him in surprise, their faces now mere inches apart from one another.

“…that I, for one, think she’s pretty spectacular—especially when considering all the shit she’s had to deal with recently? I’m amazed at how she’s still pushin’ forward,” he lets out a heartfelt laugh, “And not only that, but she is one talented as hell Nightstalker, to the point where—and don’t tell ANYONE else I said this or you’ll end up with a buncha jealous Hunters on your hands-“ he warns with a comical wagging of his finger, before his sincerity returned. “….out of all of my Hunters that I’ve ever had the wonderful pleasure of trainin’-”

“She’s gotta be my favorite.”

If Echo’s face plates could heat up, they would be doing so at the current moment as she locks eyes with the one and only Cayde-6, her Hunter Vanguard who had just admitted to her being his favorite.

She swears her servos just skipped a circuit as she stared into his glowing blue eyes, now gazing back at her with the kindest and most genuine expression she has ever seen him give anyone.

“….Oh, and also her name starts with an ‘E’ and ends with ‘cho-3.’”

“Well THAT’S not a hint, you just gave me the answer!” Echo blurts out in a flustered panic as she throws her hands up in exasperation, causing Cayde to erupt into a fit of hearty laughter. He nearly falls onto his back as he clutches his stomach, his contagious laugh echoing throughout the Annex whilst his fellow Hunter lets out an embarrassed huff and indignantly crosses her arms, narrowing her eyes at the chortling man.

This….stupid….arrogant….golden hearted man with the most amazing laugh….

“So, whaddya say, partner?” Cayde holds out a hand out to her as his laughter dies down, his grin as wide as ever.

“Are ya ready to join me on our mission to the City’s best ramen restaurant?”

Can you imagine how nervous Cayde would be to see their s/o about to step into the teleporter to face off against Ghaul and he's lost a leg and a hand all he can do is wish them good luck and hope to see them again. Bonus emotional reunion when their s/o finally returns, all battered and bruised but alive regardless.

And I’m back. Replying one at a time.

You know Cayde, he doesn’t show his nervousness right in front of Ikora and Zavala. He is a nervous wreck. To himself and only himself. He won’t admit it but Ikora and his Ghost noticed it. Zavala would be worried, not has the same level as Cayde. 

The love of his life is battling Ghaul. The Cabal who took their home, destroyed their loot, took the Traveler and cage it. Don’t forget their Light. No one in the City could ever forgive what Ghaul had done. 

“Any words of wisdom before I have a dance with Ghaul?” You said, standing right in front of the Vex Teleporter, looking at him. Waiting for a comment or a joke. Your heart shattered when you saw that he lost his arm, leg and his cloak. You want to comfort him but at the same, need to defeat Ghaul or else this mission would be wasteful. 

Cayde gave you a dry laugh. “I hate goodbyes so I’m gonna say this to ya’. See you later, alligator.” 

“In awhile, crocodile.” You caught him off guard before jumping straight into the Teleporter. Cayde’s jaw would drop because he didn’t know that you know the sentence and its reply. 

So the fight, it was tiring for you. You were low on ammo and thank goodness, you used all your subclasses to defeat him. All 3, just to kill Ghaul. You ignore his words, asking the Traveler to notice him and being a whiny weak Cabal who doesn’t admit defeat. 

With a tired body, you and your Ghost trudged back down to the sweet solid ground where all the Cabal are killed off. Lightless Guardians are getting their Light back and are helping Hawthorne to take back the City. 

“We did it, huh?” You leaning on the wall, admiring how the City has getting Cabal and more Guardians. Your Ghost was floating around you, hearing the comms, chattering here and there. You couldn’t help but smile to what your Ghost had said. “Yeah, we did it. Guardians have their Light back and our City is back to who it belongs to.” 

Then, your mind decided to throw a brick at you. “Cayde!” You quickly got up from your seat and ask your Ghost to find him. Your Ghost had pinpoint his location. 

When you arrive at his location which was a park. A few flowers had survived the dust and fire. Cayde was sitting on the bench, chatting with his Ghost. “They’re alive!” 

He turn his head and saw you, shyly standing there and gave him a small wave. He couldn’t believe his optics. He wants to stand up and run up to you but he forget that he lost a leg. With his other arm, he motion you to come up to you. 

And you did. It was a sweet reunion. 

You sat next to him, where he lost his arm and leg. He leaned on your shoulder, silently thanking the Traveler that you were alright. His Ghost came up to you and gently boop your forehead. A gesture, saying thanks. 

Of course, when the new Tower has been completed, you were at the bazaar, trying the ramen that Cayde always talk about. Hunters had a sense of respect to you. You were Cayde’s rock and if you were gone, he would be lost. 

@jessica-cooper Thank you so much for these amazing drawing of my guardians (and their lovers)! They are beautiful, and one of them might be the header for a future chapter of Forbidden!

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.