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Florence Castle's HEROES OF CYBERTRON - Ep. 05: ELITA ONE

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 5: ELITA ONE, la robot guerriera per eccellenza

Fra le primissime Fembot ad apparire nell’universo dei Transformers, la più famosa è certamente ELITA ONE, che esordisce nella storica puntata Alla Ricerca di Alpha Trion come capo della resistenza Autobot contro i Decepticon su Cybertron, dopo che Optimus Prime e Megatron partirono dal pianeta per finire sulla Terra. Nel vecchio doppiaggio italiano la chiamavamo “Elita Uno”, ignorando del tutto l’etimologia effettiva del nome. Esso, infatti, rispecchia quello della sua controparte maschile sia nella pronuncia sia nel significato di “ottimo” e “primo”; più specificamente, “Elita” è un derivato di “elite”, a sua volta dal latino electa, che vuol dire “colui/colei che è stato scelto/a”. Quindi, potremmo dedurre che il nome di questa Fembot è traducibile in “La Prescelta”.

Nome a parte, ciò che ha reso famosa Elita One nella G1 (oltre a essere leader delle Femmine Autobot e una Bot che “non conosce la paura”), è il suo legame affettivo, quasi al limite del sentimentale, con Optimus Prime, nonostante tale scelta rischi di cadere nella trappola dell’incesto. Come i fan di vecchia data sanno, infatti, nell’episodio della Stagione 2 L’Alba della Guerra i due (al secolo Ariel e Orion Pax, rispettivamente) furono ricostruiti dall’anziano Alpha Trion utilizzando pressoché le stesse “componenti genetiche”, come se i due fossero fratelli ante litteram. I più, al massimo, potrebbero notare un’analogia nella mitologia antica, in quanto anche Zeus ed Era sono sì fratelli ma comunque coniugi e sovrani dell’Olimpo.

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Sfortunatamente, Elita One non conserva altre controparti omonime all’infuori della “Movie” e della breve ma intensa apparizione in Animated. Nel primo caso, è attiva più nei fumetti che nel film dove effettivamente il personaggio debutta (il secondo della saga, La Vendetta del Caduto del 2009) e, estetici omaggi G1 sul cartaceo a parte, di certo la conosciamo meglio come la motocicletta viola “sorella maggiore di Arcee e Chromia e uno degli ufficiali più stretti di Optimus Prime” del Movie-verso di Michael Bay. La versione Animated del personaggio, invece, ha l’aspetto della forma iniziale di Elita One, cioè Ariel, di cui riconosciamo la caratteristica “coda di cavallo”. Lo schema cromatico utilizzato qui è però verde acquamarina e giallo – ben diverso dal rosa e bianco del personaggio G1. Sempre per strizzare l’occhio al G1, anche questa Elita One ha un potere speciale, sebbene di natura ben diversa: “prendere in prestito” e riprodurre fedelmente le abilità altrui, il che ricorda Rogue dei supereroi mutanti X-Men della Marvel. Inoltre, secondo quanto detto da Derrick J. Wyatt, il suo altmode avrebbe dovuto essere una futuristica auto Cybertroniana (ennesima citazione dell’omo-nima G1), se almeno si fosse salvata in tempo dalla mutazione biosintetica che di lì a poco l’avrebbe trasformata in Blackarachnia (di quest’ultima parleremo in una puntata apposita).

Il suo recente ritorno, almeno tra le pagine della IDW nella saga dedicata a Windblade, la riporta ad assumere lo stesso look aggiornato e migliorato della “vecchia” G1, molto rosa e bianca ma con una caratterizzazione molto diversa all’originale, poiché in questo universo viene ritratta come una spietata tiranna e carceriera, decisamente meno femminile e dolce. Per quanto riguarda le apparizioni su schermo, invece, segnaliamo la trilogia War for Cybertron, nuova serie in onda su Netflix che ripercorre la guerra sul pianeta natale dei Transformers in salsa G1-esca e in versione quasi integrale – e quindi con un sapore completamente diverso da quello a cui eravamo abituati dai videogiochi Activision/High Moon Studios. Eccola di nuovo come capitana della Resistenza Autobot e affiancata dalla storica socia Chromia, con l’assetto vintage un po’ stilizzato e un’inedita livrea sul rosso magari per distinguerla meglio da Arcee, che anche lei ha il rosa come colore predominante.

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Ancor più infelice è il destino del personaggio nelle vesti di modellino Transformer. Per Elita One, infatti, non è mai stata prodotta alcuna figure che la rappresenti in nessuna iterazione conosciuta, neanche un modellino G1 della stessa. A omaggiare tale versione, semmai, è stato il Deluxe della linea Cybertron uscito esclusivamente per la BotCondel 2009, ma era solo un repaintdella Decepticon Thunderblast – una scelta, tutto sommato, non errata, data la forma della testa di quest’ultima molto reminiscente a quella dell’Elita One originale.

Anche la linea Movie le è stata particolarmente ostile: la Hasbro, all’epoca della linea legata al secondo film della saga, aveva più volte annunciato la presenza di questa Fembot (in classe Deluxe) assieme alle sue sorelle in modo che i fan potessero finalmente cercare di riprodurre il fantomatico Combiner che le tre motociclette avrebbero dovuto formare nella pellicola – una scena poi tagliata per ragioni tuttora sconosciute. Altrettanto ignoto è, invece, l’esclusione di Elita dalla linea principale, scatenando l’indignazione generale da parte dei fan... finché l’azienda l’ha “resuscitata” nel 2010 come repaint del Deluxe Chromia, anche se il risultato finale non soddisfaceva per nulla i più puristi, neanche la versione giapponese Takara con i colori più fedeli alla controparte cinematografica. Solo il set esclusivo dei negozi Target che la vede insieme alle altre due moto contro Sideways ridipinto ad hoc, e la figure inclusa assieme a Skids nella linea Dark of the Moon: Human Alliance del 2011 hanno in parte aggiustato il tiro. Una piccola luce in fondo al tunnel inizia a intravedersi grazie all’arrivo dei Studio Series, e in questo caso Elita One è venduta insieme alle sue sorelle moto come un trio in classe Legion, e “finalmente” col design fedele alla controparte Movie. Certo, la modalità Combiner è ancora fan-made, ma è rassicurante avere tra le mani un modellino scolpito come dovrebbe essere, seppur con dieci anni di ritardo!

Fino a oggi, per l’iconica leader delle Femmine Autobot non esisteva un effettivo modellino che la ritragga simile alla G1 o, volendo, una versione migliorata e moderna di quest’ultima. A parte l’ennesimo omaggio come carta collezionabile nel vecchio videogioco TRANSFORMERS: Legends per dispositivi mobili, in cui la si vede sì col suo look originale, ma con l’altmode di motocicletta col quale è diventata famosa (o famigerata, che dir si voglia) nella saga cinematografica di Michael Bay. Poi, finalmente, la macro-famiglia Generations ci propone non uno ma due bei modelli, un Voyager da Power of the Primes e un Deluxe da War for Cybertron: Earthrise. Purtroppo non sono stampi originali ma remold pesanti di personaggi preesistenti, ovvero quel mostro di Starscream da una parte e un’accettabile Arcee dall’altra... il che ha senso, poiché negli anni Ottanta Elita One aveva l’altmode di una quattroruote Cybertroniana. Rossa e bianca, ma pur sempre nostalgica.

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CONCLUSIONE

Per quanto relativamente ancora rare, la scelta di proporci anche dei TF femminili allarga la categoria di utenza dei fan, avvicinando il franchise sempre più alla sempre più ambita parità di genere. Non siamo più portati a vedere i robottoni come prodotti esclusivamente per ragazzi, e questo ha anche ampliato il nostro modo di vedere il loro universo. Elita One è stata la capostipite, insieme alle sue colleghe, e poi vedremo l'arrivo di Arcee nel film dell'86... insomma, anche Cybertron assomiglia sempre più alla nostra Terra. Il che è un bene, secondo me.

Arrivederci alla prossima puntata! 😘

Can you do more relationship fluff HCs with blackwatch and fem s/o? I love your other blackwatch work! Thanks!!

Blackwatch Fluff HCs

Genji

Genji loves to go out, but in his Blackwatch era the days of arcade games and goofing off are at an all-time low

However, he loves to hike.

He feels in his time of getting used to a cybernetic body, he has lost touch with himself.

Being out in nature helps him find peace whereas being in Moira's lab cannot

He doesn't really camp and spend the night too often though with you he'll pack a couple hammocks and find a nice campground

He'll pull you in with him a set you in his lap and pull out a book all while having his arms around you

Occasionally if you're cuddled against his chest, he'll pull you up to kiss you, and he'll have his body cybernetics heat up to keep you warm if the day grows cold

Genji doesn't necessarily eat, but Angela made it so he's able to enjoy small amounts of food

This means S'mores!

He enjoys them, but he likes feeding you them and laughing at the chocolate and marshmallow mess on your face

you did the same to him and it was one of the first times you've heard him laugh whole heartedly and man was that a majestic feeling

On the side, another hobby he's picked up is wood carving

Genji loves to make little statues for you, whether it's of dragons or foxes and if you're lucky he'll make a little inscription

Cassidy

Doesn't really have technology, but he does own a Wii?

Wii sports date night with the cowboy who's weirdly good at Wii bowling

Cassidy jokingly calls himself a gamer, but even a junker with -1 braincell could see he's not

The moment you buy Mario kart Wii and beat him over and over he's on his KNEES begging to play something else

REFUSES TO PLAY RED DEAD REDEMPTION NO MATTER HOW GOOD THE GRAPHICS ARE

Like I said in other post, while He can't barbeque his specialty lies in making comfort foods like corn bread, BBQ beans, mashed potatoes, and a basic pan seared steak.

On days your sick he'll whip up a hot tomato bisque with some bread on the side

Cassidy would love if you'd join him in the kitchen, meal preparation is always a pain in the ass

Going out, another thing he likes to do is go to carnivals, though he hates rollercoasters of any kind

He just likes showing you all the cheats to the unwinnable games

Not because he's scared, he just gets sick on them very easy

ok fine he's scared, I tried to cover for him but no he's a scaredy cat

If the day is free and slow, he's totally ok with chilling at home and holding you on the couch

Beware his beard tickles you during most kisses

Likes to wrap his poncho around you and put his cowboy hat on you

Definitely can't resist to kiss you when he sees you in his clothes

matching western outfits YES!

Moira

Such a weeb, and you'll know it after many nights in her lab

Watches anime while doing trivial experiments or documenting her results and she'll have you right there with her

When she goes home, she takes you with her and in all honesty she way too tired to cook so expect some take-out and a bottle of wine

Dinner is usually pretty animated; home is a place where she feels open to talk to you about her frustrations and excitements and she knows you'll listen and take to heart what she says

Make-out sessions with wine-stained lips, moira's pretty saucy milf don't sass me anon

Her corrupted hand pains her though she doesn't show it in front of others

Having you near her helps distract her form the pain ahd you and turn just puts some heat packs in the microwave and hold them against her arm

Occasional affection, but not much and that mostly stems from her fear of hurting you

Won't hesitate to kiss you though

absolutely no PDA

Long chess matches, she likes to play wits against wits

insert another wine-stained make out session here after you lose a match

her haughtiness after a winning makes her this way

She loves to style hair; it helps her unwind and she's rather good at it

same goes for nails, honestly, I can't paint nails for shit, but know that moira can and she will do yours in a heartbeat

SPA DATES

I have this image of moira with a cucumber mask and i can't get it out of my head god damnit

Gabriel

Big man. big arms. big cuddles

Sparring matches at HQ! Helps burn off energy and Afterwords he likes to head home with you

karaoke night, he probably finds some songs to sing in Spanish to woo you

Definitely a dancer, and won't take no for answer if he drags you out onto the floor

His thighs save lives

pulls you into his arms and sways to the beat

Twirls then dips you (the crowd gasps)

type of guy to have a rose in his mouth tbh

On the drive back he' gets drive thru and you two are laughing your asses of on the standup comedy radio

Gabriel occasionally takes you to this seaside cliff where he goes to contemplate and reflect on his decisions.

It's late at night and with the bags of fast food in his hand and a flashlight in the other he takes you to the top.

Once Gabe finds the spot, he finds the remnants of an old campfire and starts a fire and a couple worn plastic chairs are already set around the fire

You two are chowing down on fast food burgers and fries, and he reaches over with one arms and pulls you to his side

After finishing he puts out the fire and the stars become clearer than ever and looking over the cliff, the waves glow blue with bioluminescence

Gabriel smiles warmly at you and wraps an arm around your waist and brings his lips to yours

His kisses warm you up as the ocean breeze blows past the two of you

A/N: Not as much as the last one, but I pulled what I could from my brain to write more for the Blackwatch crew

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Genji being scared of a thunderstorm? (Blackwatch era?)

!WARNING! This work contains anxiety attacks. 

                          𝚆𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝙲𝚊𝚗 𝙻𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚗 𝙵𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝙰 𝚂𝚝𝚘𝚛𝚖

Staring out the window in wonder, whilst keeping an eye on the monitor for all your patients, you silently hoped that everyone was sleeping soundly. 

This storm had raged on, and only a select few could go on missions at the moment. Mainly the more important ones, such as supply runs and thwarting talon missions. 

Spinning in your office chair, you took another sip of coffee, you managed to convince Angela to take the night off since she had taken the night shift the day before. It didn’t matter much to you, sure, you were tired. But that didn’t mean you couldn’t work. Angela tended to work until she broke. And as a medic, that was not something you couldn’t risk Angela falling asleep on the job. There were too many people to patch up, too many kids (young adults really, you called them kids as an inside joke) getting themselves hurt trying to be a hero, and some actually becoming heroes, diving in front of a bullet to save civilians, a friend, or someone else of importance. 

You sigh deeply, taking another sip of your coffee, it's still hot, thanks to the coffee machine being only a few feet away. At the moment, you're scrolling through your phone as well, playing a few time burner games that you downloaded to make this shift less boring. 

However, it seems that whatever has control over destiny thinks differently, as you hear one of the beeping noises increase rapidly. 

It flashes red at you, this could be a sign of many things. Fear, Panic, Maybe even...ew. You remembered the first time you walked in on a patient doing that in the middle of the night. 

You pull your lab coat onto your shoulders, grabbing a medkit, and rushing down the hall. 

Typing the code for the room, the door slides open, and you see a familiar, yet sweaty cyborg on the bed, clutching his shoulders, almost in a self hug. 

You can see that his knuckles are white on his fleshy hand, and his metal one is digging into the flesh of his still intact arm. 

You hear him breathing heavily and rapidly. Panic Attack. Another flash of lightning fills the room, and he seems to panic more, jumping at it and his breathing becomes even faster, heavier than before.

You softly place the medical kit on the table farthest from him.

“Genji?”

No reply, however, his eyes flick up to you, before they turn back to the ground. 

That was a good sign at least, he wasn’t too wrapped up in his head at the moment. You may be able to calm him down quicker than the other doctors have.

“Genji, I need you to count down from ten.”

Genji gives no reply at first, before his eyes clench cut, muttering something under his breath so quiet that you barely hear it. 

“Genji, what do you need right now?”

He is silent at first, before shaky fingers gesture to the window. 

You turn to the window at the opposite end of the room, slowly, you walk over and press a button next to the window, instantly the noise from outside is no more, and a dark black shade draws over it.

The room is dark for a moment before the lights slowly turn on, then again, it's not like you’d need them, Genji’s LEDs would light the room up anyways. 

You turn to him, see Genji, his breathing less labored, still in a panic mode, but thankfully not as bad as before. You were certain if Genji didn’t tell you about the window, he would’ve passed out. 

“You’re safe here Genji,” You say so softly. “You’re alright, it's just the thoughts that are doing this, nothing else.”

He still doesn’t reply, eyes blown wide and still clutching himself, but his breathing has slowed a tad bit more, you’re a bit closer now, and you can see that he’s trembling. 

“I’m here, Genji.” 

No reply again, but you don’t expect one either. 

“Just keep breathing,” A pause. “Can you count to ten again?” 

Genji’s eyes slam shut, and his head falls into his arms, but you can still hear him breathing, there are breaks between his breaths, you know he’s counting. 

It takes about ten minutes for him to calm down, throughout it, you’re there, coaxing him, occasionally rushing outside to silence any rowdy recruits that returned from missions. But you’re there. 

The second time you turn, his breathing has returned to normal, his face is drenched with sweat and tears, his hair sticking to his forehead. He avoided your gaze, refused to acknowledge your presence, and you don’t hear a thank you from him either, not that you care of course. 

Genji says something softly under his breath. Maybe a thank you. 

You turn to the medicine kit, grabbing alcohol pads and a few bandaids, as you see the area where his metal hand was gripping his shoulder is bleeding.

His eyes are wide and wild, he seems ready to attack you, slit your throat, but he looks like that all the time, that’s what the other doctors say. In all honesty, you did too. You were terrified of him, you weren’t confrontational, more passive unlike some of the other doctors. You heard the news of when Genji had first woken up when he learned what they had done. He was so angry. So many doctors were injured, not that he had done it on purpose, purely accidents, he didn’t want to hurt anybody on purpose. It was when Angela started to treat him that he calmed down. She was strong, yet so kind and gentle that it even managed to sweep Genji off his feet, you remembered that one week that Genji had a crush on her. 

It faded afterward, you fixed his prophetic every now and then, mainly oiling and helping him maintain them. 

It was often moments like this that you thought what could’ve happened to this man, this young man, who could’ve thought to this to someone so young. Staring at his scars in wonder. You learned not to stare too long, he took it wrong and told you to leave.

But your hands come to his arm anyways, he flinches, just as he usually does, you don’t even get to look for assurance before he relaxes. 

The pad is placed on his shoulder, he watches you work, his eyes never leaving the wound you’re treating. 

The small band-aids are placed down.

“Better, right?” You ask.

He nods slowly. Fingertips briskly touching the bandaids. His hand falls to his lap. 

“I’m sorry,” A pause. “For waking you.”

You raise an eyebrow. “You didn’t wake me Genji, I was on shift.” 

Genji doesn’t say anything after that. 

“If...you don’t mind me asking...was it one of those nightmares again?”

Genji looks at you, then shakes his head. 

“It was the storm wasn’t it?” 

He is silent, but you see his eyes flicking back and forth. Slowly, he nods his head. 

“Alright, next time, I’ll remember to tell the doctors to close the window-”

“I can handle it.”

You stare. 

“Genji, you had an anxiety attack, because of the storm?”

Genji scoffs. “So? It happened once, I’ve been fine other times.” 

“Genji, I’ve treated plenty of patients, it doesn’t just happen once, it’s a trigger.” You pause. “I know that you tend to let your mind get the best of you-”

“I let no such thing happen!” He snaps, eyes narrowing. 

You shake your head. “Either way, I’d keep the window closed, at least until the storm has passed.” 

Genji doesn’t reply, even after you pack up your med kit and leave the room. The door shuts, and you let a sigh escape your lips. 

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“The storm?” Angela asks the next morning. You shake off sleep yet again. 

“Yep, figured it was because of it,” You pause. “He asked me to close the window while in the middle of it.”

Angela sighs. “Well, you were right about it being a trigger.” A pause, from her this time. “When his brother attempted to...kill him...I remember it storming heavily.” 

You raise an eyebrow.

“So..” A yawn escapes you. “He’s fine in small storms, but heavier ones he isn’t?” 

Angela shrugs. “I suppose, he will not tell me the specifics. I doubt he ever will,” She sighs. “But, I do not want to pressure him either, I’m glad you were able to help him.”

You shake your head. “Ah, it was nothing really. Better than having to patch up Mcree. Acts like he’s facing the execution block when I ask him what’s wrong.” 

Angela stifles back a laugh. “Since we’re on the topic of Mcree, he and Genji have been getting along fairly well.”

You blink.

“No way, really?”

Angela nods. “Genji surprisingly talks to him, he hasn’t uttered a word to me, unless it's a thank you, or to yes and no questions. You’ve fared a little better is what I hear. But Genji speaks to Mcree in full sentences!”

You smile. “Well that’s good, he’s probably doing a little better if that’s the case.” 

Angela sighs. “I hope so.” 

You slowly get up from the table, stretching. “Well, I’m gonna head to bed, see you tomorrow Angela.”

“Goodnight (Y/N), and sleep well.”

You turn the corner, walking down the hall, waving at a few med-bay regulars before you come to your room. The door slides open, and you fall onto your bed. However, you hear shuffling next to you. 

Your head is picked up before bright green fills your vision, and your eyes widen, nearly falling off the bed. 

It's long, glowing brightly, and...it places a small mushroom into your lap??? 

You give the creature a look before it drifts away, disappearing quickly. Staring at the small mushroom in your lap, you look around the room. You can stay up for twenty more minutes.

You rush down the hall with the mushroom in hand. Carefully not to damage or drop it. You come to the gardens, finding a few cooks gathered. 

“Hey, Bart, look at this!” 

Bart, the tall, large build chef turns to you, peppers in hand. “Ah, what’s that ya got there?” 

“Dunno, it's a mushroom, but I need to know what kind so I can take care of it.” 

You gently hand the mushroom to Bart, who examines it, before giving it a sniff. “Why it’s a button mushroom! Smells fresh too!” 

“Well?”

“Follow me, I’ll help ya plant her!”

The two go into the closet, Bart grabs a small light blue pot, placing it in your hands, as well as a bag of manure. You almost topple over from the weight. You place the manure on the ground and Bart opens the bag, grabbing the cup and scooping manure into it, and placing it inside of the pot. 

The mushroom is planted inside of it. 

You smile softly. “Thanks,”

Bart turns to you as he wipes his hands off on his pants. “Any time,” He pauses. “Where, did you get that anyway? We don’t have a shipment of those coming until next Friday.” 

You shrug, staring at the tiny plant. “Dunno, some weird...green lizard thing gave it to me before I went to bed.” 

“Hm, was it glowing?”

You nod. “Sure was, almost got blinded.”

“Ah, that oughta be Cheeseburger!” 

You blink. “What?” 

“Well, I call them cheeseburger, little devil that thing is. Nobody knows what it is, all it does is steal food and mess with people. It does like to get pet behind the ears though if you can catch it that is.” 

You chuckle lightly. “Then why would it give me a mushroom?”

Bart shrugs. “Maybe it likes you.” 

You turn back to the mushroom.

“Yeah, sure.” 

                                              ──•~❉+❉~•──

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Cayde having a crush on the reader (who is a warlock) and asking Ikora for help. OwO

Aww yeeess 

She will give him the run of the mill; 101 How to Ask a Warlock Out. 

The answers she given was a use and not to him. He probably understand some of them because he’s not use to smart words. So, he will translate it to his own words. 

For example : Ikora : When asking one out, the other side should know how to use their words right. Cayde : Think before you act. Got it. 

He will write them down. The tips she gave him, it become his notes. He might ask questions to her. Questions that she give him the Ikora look. 

Once he learn it all, he will find them. Searched the City, the Tower, the EDZ before finding them, having a chat with another Warlock in the library. 

He approached the both of them and said, “Can I talk to you?” To them, not the other Warlock. They accept his offer and excused themselves from the Warlock. 

“What do you need?” They ask and oh boy, his mind had completely erased all the teachings that Ikora gave him. It has become a blank canvas. 

They were waiting for answer and Cayde’s mind went, “Screw it! Just be your own damn self and ask them out!” 

So he did. 

Ikora, who was watching them, don’t know to react. Happy that her Warlock said yes and disappointed that Cayde didn’t use her teachings to them. Maybe a mixture of both? 

They said yes. They didn’t turn away from his offer. They could feel that he was beyond ecstatic as his optics went brighter. He doused them with a hug and his voice rambles, on how happy he is. 

Ikora gave her blessings to her Warlock and him. IF they take the relationship to the next level. 

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Bridget and Jaal spend a day together on Aya, and Bridget finally realizes Jaal has no intention of leaving her behind.

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It was the moment she fell in love with her "fellow Grey Warden"<3

so, he's a cyborg right? what if the certain fleshy tissue near certain areas where his implants and cyberbits are very *very* sensitive? sensitive in a way he shivers or jolts when it's touched? like say, his nape?? teehee

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Hazard x Reader

A/N: AAUUGGHH I LOVE THE WAY THAT YOU THINK (WHY DIDENT I THINK THAT THIS COULDVE WORKED IN SO MANY SCENARIOS)

Summary: Hazard just wants to tune his guitar…

The dim glow of the city lights filtered through the window as you sat beside Hazard on the floor of his small apartment. A half-empty bottle of whiskey rested on the table nearby, his idea of a “relaxing night.” He was leaned back against the couch, his guitar balanced across his lap, fingers absently picking out a haunting melody that seemed to match the low hum of the world outside.

You watched him silently, captivated by the way his hands moved—so sure, so precise. His cybernetic fingers glinted faintly in the light, but it was the smooth transition from flesh to metal at his neck that caught your eye. Right at the base of his skull, just beneath the implants, there was a sliver of exposed skin that seemed softer than the rest of him.

“You’re starin” he said without looking up, his Scottish accent pulling you from your thoughts.

“Maybe I am” you admitted, leaning a little closer.

“Careful” he muttered, his lips quirking into a faint smirk. “Ye keep lookin’ at me like that, and I might think ye’ve got plans.”

“Maybe I do” you shot back, voice light with mischief.

He chuckled under his breath but kept playing, the gentle melody filling the space between you. Emboldened by the moment, you reached out and lightly brushed your fingers against the nape of his neck, where flesh met cybernetics.

The reaction was immediate. His entire body stiffened, and his hand froze mid-strum. A sharp inhale escaped him, followed by a muttered, “Christ!.” He twisted to look at you, his glowing eyes narrowing.

“What the hell was that?” he asked, his voice tight, the faintest edge of a tremor betraying him.

“What was what?” you replied innocently, though you couldn’t stop the grin forming on your lips.

“Dinnae play dumb wi’ me” he said, rubbing the back of his neck with his cybernetic hand, careful to avoid the spot you’d touched. “Ye know exactly whit ye did.”

“I barely touched you” you said, scooting closer.

“That’s the problem” he muttered, shifting uncomfortably. “It’s—ach, it’s just sensitive there, alright?”

“Sensitive how?” you asked, curiosity sparking as you leaned in.

“Sensitive like—don’t bloody touch it again” he grumbled, though the faint flush creeping up his neck was impossible to miss.

You didn’t listen, of course. Reaching out, you brushed your fingers over the spot again, lighter this time. His reaction was immediate—he shivered, his shoulders jerking as a muffled curse escaped him.

“Are you ticklish?” you asked, your grin widening.

He shot you a glare that could’ve melted steel. “I’m no’ ticklish” he growled, though the pink blooming on his face told another story.

“You’re definitely ticklish” you teased, leaning closer.

“Touch me there again, and I’ll—”

“You’ll what?”

Hazard sighed, letting go of your wrist, but only to grab his guitar and set it on the table behind him. “Keep pushin’ yer luck, lass, and I’ll show ye squirm” he muttered, his voice low and teasing now.

“Is that a threat or a promise?” you asked, your grin widening as you inched closer to him.

He raised an eyebrow at you, his glowing eyes narrowing. “It’s a bloody guarantee” he said, and before you could react, his hands—both flesh and metal—moved toward your sides.

You squealed as his fingers dug lightly into your ribs, tickling you relentlessly. “H-Hazard! Stop!” you gasped, squirming and laughing uncontrollably as you tried to wiggle away.

“Ye wanted tae play, aye?” he said, his tone smug as he continued. “We’ll see how ye like it.”

“Okay, okay, I give up!” you cried, breathless from laughter.

He finally stopped, leaning back with a satisfied smirk. “That’s what I thought.”

You glared at him half-heartedly, still catching your breath. “You’re evil.”

“Aye” he said, his grin widening. “But ye love me anyway.”

You rolled your eyes, but you couldn’t help smiling. “You’re lucky you’re cute.”

He chuckled, reaching for the whiskey bottle and taking a swig. “Damn right I am.”

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Hennlooo- I'm not sure if you take in requests so pls ignore this if you don't >_< I was wondering if u could write smth about a shy warlock reader having a big crush on Cayde and when they meet him again after they save him they can't help but hugging him (bc they thought cayde was dead) and then getting hella embarrassed after they realize what they just did... sorry this is probably too much aaaaa

I am currently am and I will not ignore this. I will answer because I like it and love it at the same time. 

His reaction was to return the hug, because why not? It would be rude not to return the favour. The hug lasted for a few minutes, maybe more than 5? 

Cayde would understands why they are embarrassed because they are not in his class. They are a Warlock and he is a Hunter but he doesn’t know that they have a massive crush on him. 

Of course, they were shy and act different around him. His mind process it all. He finally understands why. They like him. 

Not ‘I like him that you are awesome’ and all but more or of a ‘I like everything about you.’ 

He sense how they stutter or how they look away from him. Even how their Ghost would ask them to be brave for something. 

“It’s been awhile, huh.” He spoke aloud, notify them as he puts the Vex Teleporter down. He slowly makes his way towards them. Each step he put, sends them to a blushing frenzy. Their Ghost was happy and at the same time, being supportive. 

I mean, have you ever have a crush that actually return your feelings? No, well this is how they feel. 

Cayde returns their feeling by giving them a forehead kiss. It wasn’t that he’d embrace them and spin them around. It is because that he was embarrassed that it was his turn to confess. It’s been a long time for him, to have another relationship. 

Failsafe would be excited about those two. 

And now, he has a reason to be worry about their welfare to defeat Ghaul.