Explaining Silver The Hedgehog's Backstory

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Ft. Any Cayde-6 user

Title: Midnight Hauntings

Time: some ungodly hour in the morning

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The Guardian was actually not expecting herself to have a “Hunter Vanguard” stay at her room for the night, Her and Cayde had been friends for some time now before starting a romantic relationship.

Bringing herself from slumber, she felt the side of her head on his chest, she did a small nuzzle on him, not long before she shot up to a loud crash outside her room in the distance, looking towards her room door before turning her head to the sleeping EXO.

“Cayde! Cayde!” She whispered in fear, hand shaking his chest, no matter how much she tried to get him to wake up, she failed.

She then moves to shift her legs to the edge of the bed, before standing on her feet, making her way to her side of the nightstand, opening one of the drawers and getting her gun out before wondering to the door.

The hatch metal door opened at her command, hiding in the doorframe as she pointed her gun to her right and left, looking over a shoulder to see if he woke, but he remained asleep on her bed.

Later turning her head to the dark hallway, she wonders out to investigate what caused the loud crash that woke her from her sleep.

After some wondering, she hid in a corner of the hall that’s straight, with a left and right turns, pointing her gun at each direction, the hallway is clear, very silent.

She turns left, continuing to slowly wonder, assuming that crash came from somewhere that’s distant from where her room is.

After some more wondering and finding spots of the hallway clear, a chill went down her spine, heavy breathing as she sees that a window broken with glass shards on the floor, it is clear that someone must have broke in.

She aims her gun as she heard the sound of something run past her from behind, she moves up to hide at another corner, she can feel her heartbeat starting to go faster, her arms were beginning to shake while she points her gun left and right.

It was clear, scared to speak… she moves forward down the hallway, later startled by loud banging and snarling coming from one of the doors, causing her to run down the hallway before hiding herself behind another corner.

Shaking in fear, panic slowly beginning to rise… she slowly peeks her head over the corner, the snarling and the banging behind the door seemed to stop, leaving her in quiet sounds in the air drifting in the hallway.

She looks to her right, tightening her grip on her gun… she later looks to her left, greeted by something that stood many feet away from her, light flickering, it didn’t look human.

The figure had its head down, breathing weakly… she slowly brought her gun to aim at the figure with her trembling hands, finding it slowly moving its head up to stare blankly at her with a creepy-looking face, causing the female hunter a racing heartbeat.

“W-What the hell..?” She thought to herself.

She can feel it pounding out of her chest, her quiet panicked breathing brought the figure to a horrible smile, causing it to run towards her, she lets out a loud scream as she ran down the hallway while the figure chased her with bolting legs.

She later ran into a dead end, panicking as the figure walked towards her before pouncing her against the wall, clenching her eyes shut tightly, turning her head to the right, holding the weapon so she wouldn’t be able to shoot it, she fought back in fear as it held her hands, trying to avoid being killed by it.

Later feeling reality come to her, she felt an actual hand gripping on her right wrist… another hand on her left shoulder, she can hear the sound of someone snapping her out of the darkness that is tormenting her.

Slowly opening her eyes, she sees that it wasn’t that dark figure that isn’t pinning her against the wall, she slowly turns her head to see that it’s Cayde and the Ghosts that are behind them.

She sees him with a worried look on his face, her heartbeat can still be heard pounding in her chest with panicked breaths.

“C-Cayde… I… I…” She was trying to explain why she was out here at this hour, but couldn’t get the words out of her mouth due to fear, tears beginning to fall.

She felt his arms wrap around her before being pulled into his chest, her body shaking while gripping him tightly.

“I… I…” her voice was now breaking from what she saw in those dark halls.

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

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

(warnings; small spicy section at the end)

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

Genji HC’s

(GN! Reader, restoring his body to human)

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

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

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

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

Genji finds your dedication... admirable. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Pulling an all nighter?” 

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

“Genji! You came.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

NSFW

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

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

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

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

"A family is just people who care about each other more than anything else, right?" -Tails, Adventures of Sonic the Hedgehog

Happy Family Day

Hi! So I'd like to request (if you want too) headcanons of Hazard and reader having a hard-core flirting thing going on. But neither is making a move and everyone's like bro KISS ALREADY-

You can decide who makes the first move!

(Also I love ur writing I need more of this man)

What it would be like to hardcore flirt with Hazard (JUST MAKE OUT ALREADY)

General Dynamic

- Hazard and you are constantly locking eyes in conversations, but instead of looking away, they hold the gaze with a subtle smirk or eyebrow raise. It leaves everyone in the room feeling like a third wheel.

- Their banter is razor-sharp but never truly mean—it's like a game of verbal chicken where both are testing how far they can push before it gets real.

- Leaning too close while explaining something, brushing fingers when handing over items, or Hazard casually putting your hair behind your ear because “it bothered him”.

- Hazard calls Reader things like “sweetheart” and “hotshot” while Reader shoots back with “tough guy” and “Spiked for brains”. The nicknames become progressively flirtier over time.

Group Reactions

- Mutual friends and even the Phreaks are so done with it. Constant comments like, *“Will you two just kiss already?”* or blatant matchmaking attempts at group events.

- Hazard will throw a “don't wait up" as Reader leaves the room just to rile everyone up. Reader, unfazed, winks and says, "You wish."

- The group starts theorizing that the prolonged flirting is some kind of elaborate prank or game they're playing with each other.

Hazard’s Style

- Hazard loves to lean in close when talking, with that trademark smirk, and then back away *just* as it seems like he might actually say something meaningful.

- Occasionally, Hazard lets the guard down—just for a second—saying something like, *“You’re not as bad as I thought you were,”* before immediately covering it up with a laugh.

- Hazard steps in when needed, whether it’s someone hitting on Reader or a dangerous situation, but plays it cool after, with a casual, *“Can’t let anything happen to my favorite rival, can I?”*

Your Moves

- You play the game just as well, but occasionally stumbles over a quip when Hazard’s intensity catches them off guard.

- After you found out that Hazard likes to be praise, you tend to sneak in small praises like “You’re annoyingly good at this, y’know?” which Hazard always catches and turns into a smug grin or if you catch him guard…you’ll just see a freshly made tomato :].

- You LOVE to outdo Hazard just to see that spark of competitive fire in his eyes—whether it’s in training, arguments, casual bets or just to see how much flustered can you get him before he breaks.

- Speaking of breaking first, one night, when the teasing’s gone too far, Hazard corners you, smirks, and plants one hand against the wall beside your head. "Ye’ve been dancin’ ‘round this for long enough” he says, his voice low, laced with that distinct Scottish lilt. You raise an eyebrow, trying to hold your ground despite the way his words send a shiver down your spine. “Oh, do you? Go on, Hazard, enlighten me." His smirk deepens, and he leans in, his breath warm against your ear. "Ye want me tae make the first move. Admit it, lass." You let out a scoff, though your voice wavers slightly. "Big words for someone who’s been as scared to do it as me." Hazard pulls back just enough to meet your eyes, his teasing smirk softening into something sharper, more determined. "If ye think I’m scared, ye dinnae ken me at all." Before you can fire back, he closes the gap, catching your lips in a kiss that's rough and unrestrained, like he’s been holding back for far too long. When he finally pulls away, his breath mingling with yours, he grins, his accent thick and dripping with smugness, "Told ye I’d be the one tae break first." You grab the front of his jacket, pulling him closer, a smirk of their own spreading across their face, "Don’t get cocky, Hazard. This isn’t over yet." And just like that, the tension snaps, the teasing taking on a fiery, new intensity.

I like your headcanons. Can I be self-indulgent and ask for headcanons of married life with Soldier 76? (I'd like male!reader, but idk if the gender will even really come up much in this topic lol)

thanks<3 This is the last fic of the night. I've been trying to clear my asks lololol. The last one in there is vex vax and percy, so if thats not your's, i have politely rejected your idea. Sorry, i love you for asking anyway!!<3

Soldier 76 x Reader

Warnings - none

"Husband76", Soldier 76 x Reader

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oh my gosh oh my gosh oh my goshh

As a worker of overwatch, you were usually scheduled with him for missions when you two first met

When they realized you two worked well together, you were paired up VERY often

to the point where there was teasing towards the both of you

"You sure that's not your 'honey munchkin scurdel'?"

they would say anything to embarrass him its crazy

that implies that they totally knew he had heart eyes for you from the start

he didn't even tell them is the worst part

he just follows you around like a lost puppy

BUT enough of that

MARRIED life??

so so sweet.

yeah you guys are totally old working in an army

but the moments alone at home?

it makes an eternity seem like bliss

he really likes to hug you from behind and bury his face into the nook of your neck

so expect to feel his bristle beard a LOT

his voice is still totally dead, but the words that glide of that tongue? pure sugar.

"Are you okay, dear?"

"Hey."

"You always look amazing. Your beauty never left you from the day I first laid eyes on you."

"Did you need something?"

All of that was said with a smile on his face.

A pure, sappy, genuine smile

he literally smiles whenever he sees you

rizz76

you are his SUN

you go out, he goes out

At headquarters, the teasing died down, but the sound of the younger overwatch members cooing at you got 10x louder

"Aww it's 76 and 77 again! How are you two?"

just smile and wave

You two are definitely called relationship goals constantly

"I wish my boyfriend treated me like that."

(^said after Jack literally does anything romantically standard to you)

They all have low standards

(Save them)

He'd buy you anything you looked at.

Saw something in a window you pointed out?

whatever holiday is closest, he buys it for your gift.

even if it's just april fools.

"April fools!"

"Jack this isn't what you get someone for April fools."

it followed with a laughing fit between the two of you and you thanked him for whatever you pointed out

(he does it just to see you smile)

Sleeping in the same bed will always be the right kind of warm

summer or winter he is holding you

very closely

what if someone steals you in his sleep man??

If it's too hot he turns on the AC just to hold you

hes lowkey crazy for it

old age is getting to him

maybe both of you

Expect many dates

no matter how old the two of you are, he wont ever stop being romantic to you

if you guys ever get into an argument??

He is immediately working it out with you

"Love, what's upsetting you?"

Apologizes for whatever it is

and get this

HE CHANGES

HE CHANGES IT

he LISTENS bro

one time he asked you if he could pick you up

and you said yes

and he legit carried you around everywhere bridal style for a week

hes crazy strong

romantically strong

he'd die for you before he could even think twice

which is why the two of you WILL be together until the end of the world

holds your hand CONSTANTLY.

its like the fucker is glued to you

he has really rough hands

you made him start using lotion though

not as rough anymore!!!

thank god

oh my gosh he loves u sm bro

Hey Jean. Your art is awesome, U know? I was asking... if Typhon wears an helmet, how he kisses Echidna? 😂🤣🥰😍😍❤❤❤

His snakes do it for him!

Thin Line (part 1)

"Take it easy out there, will ya? You’re making me look bad." >"What, may we ask, were you going to do with a Vex teleporter?" "Get up close and personal with Ghaul, Put a bullet in his head. The maybe eat a sandwich. Gotta work on a few kinks first. Fun fact about Vex tech; not as intuitive as you would think." >"Cayde, you can’t do this alone." "The hell I can’t." - Cayde-6 to Ghost

Love is Green Part 3 (Reader x Genji Shimada)

A/N: I just have to say, guys, that I am floored. I didn’t expect anyone to read this or like this. I’m stunned and so honored. I don’t know what to say other than thank you and look out for part 4 soon!

Warnings: swearing and some violence/gore

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