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danddymaro · 2 years

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Aware | Revenant x fem Reader

Imagine A somewhat oblivious reader pinned after more than one Legend.

- stuck between Rev, Bloodhound, and Valk, and yeah, I’m giving her to my boi Rev.

🥒 (dill) with it.

Some Bloodhound x Reader

Some/ light Valk x Reader

I didn’t make BH too sweet, sorry. They’re actually kinda...well possessive here, which isn’t too bad lol. I wouldn’t mind a completely yan Bloodhound, but they’re not the OTP here.

- Truly sorry

Word Count : 3559

YOOO this had been a drabble where Rev was just jelly of Bloodhound. LOL. I actually wanted to add more Valk, but I was like,

-sigh-

Loba.

Aware

The simulacrum's eyes glowed a burning amber, the same color of rueful, charring flames as they narrowed towards the sight of anyone else that had the boldness to try and take claim where he prowled.

Most of the time, the target tended to be the intrusive Hound that always insisted in coming in between, arriving between both he and (f/n) in the most literal term.

Their eyes, while disguised behind thick lenses didn't lose any of their viciousness, and they had no plight in sending messages of definite defiance towards the red-painted creature, words not needing to be exchanged to get the memo across,

'She's mine.

- All mine.'

They had no fear, no willingness to fall back unlike almost anyone else certainly would have, and that was possibly the most infuriating and unnerving part.

vicious threats of promised carnage meant nothing, neither did a burning barrel pressed right between their eyes, nor did A sharp sickle to their jugular.

Metal claws have dug into their flesh, creating deep carves that oozed red until their last breath.

Red ribbons would dance in the air with each slash, with each disembowelment, and yet, it did nothing.

- Bloodhound could not be shaken no matter what was the danger, no matter what fulfilled threat.

Responses came in equal barbarity, their mercy withheld whenever they crossed paths in the games.

Offhandish comments and dismissive statements became sardonic retorts, the underline mockery and venom in them not going unnoticed by everyone else who'd only ever received gratitude and kindness from Bloodhound.

It didn't take long for them to understand why.

And while it wasn't clear why there was such animosity between them from the viewer's perspective, it was for certain that there was bitter blood between them, and the fans ate it up, rejoicing in the bloodshed.

To the mechanical beast, the stalking hunter was their worst enemy.

They were manipulative in the most shrewd manner, their gentle façade being what guaranteed them the young woman's adoration and praise, much to Revenant’s chargin.

Much worse, they were also territorial, sickeningly so, and they took that trust given to them and used it in their favor, to feed their that nature.

" You must choose your companions carefully, Ástvinur..." Bloodhound warned, the attention they cast down to the female disturbingly fierce and passionate, and as they said the address, it was sweet with affection.

Revenant wondered that if the rest of the world could see it...how couldn't she?

They always stood too close and spoke too intimately as though she belonged to them, existing for their molding and authority, having been born for them and much more ridiculously, being ' a gift sent to them.'

If anyone felt as though they had a right to (f/n) it was Bloodhound.

Sometimes Revenant doubted there was anything truly loving about the way they viewed (f/n), and reasoned that with all of the little claims Bloodhound had made, it was morso an obsession.

Because it sure seemed that way.

Revenant was aware he was no better, perhaps it was hypocritical to say otherwise, but at the very least he only watched.

He hardly ever took it upon himself to redirect her.

If she talked to anyone so be it.

If she was happier, then he chose to watch that happiness, entertained with it.

However, the same could not be said for the other legend. Bloodhound was quick to whisk her way while she was in company of anyone else, and made sure to have her alone, by themselves, because the hunter was "more comfortable with sharing," when it was just the two of them alone.

That had been the excuse, the bullshit lie that had been told to get her alone.

That had been how they'd pulled her away from the crowd, from his very side.

They always made sure to guide her with a hand on her lower back,

the satisfied little chuckle they released whenever he knew his rivals had a view of them.

Revenant could see the way (f/n) seemed to take in the words, perhaps understanding what Bloodhound meant, or moreso, who they were referring to because it wasn't like the simulacrum had a good record amongst the crowed.

"I know," she responded back, sounding somewhat blue, perhaps too pensive about the remarks to understand that the way the other legend came closer wasn't just friendly.

The way their gloved fingers lightly brushed over her cheek wasn't friendly, but daring for more and lingering for far too long, long enough for the little brush to turn into a gentle cradling of her cheek.

"Gaze upon me," they said, the tone all too soft, coaxing her more into them, wanting every fiber of her being to have lingers of their taste.

"Heed my warnings little one," they added, and (f/n) nodded, though casting her eyes off to the side in a manner of faint defiance, and Rev couldn't help but feel vain.

As he kept his eyes on them, he felt certain.

There was just one thing his little competition could not accomplish, and it was to turn (f/n) away from him.

Try as they might, it was futile.

"You are very..." Bloodhound trailed off, the long, low sigh they released longing, and somewhat in dissatisfaction as well as they realized how stubborn she was.

"....Cherished," they proceeded after a few seconds, perhaps having debated on what would have been too much to admit, not willing to reveal to her all of the things they had no trouble in reciting to the bot.

It was infuriating how innocent the masked legend seemed, how amicable they behaved towards her while, at the same time the undertone they possessed was anything but.

Words of concern were just possessive claims that at their best were deemed as little chidings.

Every bit of advice was not for her better being, but for their benefit.

How could she not see how manipulative they were, how selfish they truly were?

- How dangerously the devotion they had for her threaded?

Bloodhound had been the one that had, very "gently" warned off Mirage for having put his arm around her, the innocent, little act that had only been a friendly gesture swallowed with offense.

The other legend and (f/n) had, had an unsuccessful duo, but it was something to celebrate when they'd ranked 2nd, the match so close it would have been a victory if they would have had just one more bullet left in the chamber.

Even if it hadn't been a win, it had been quite the exhilarating spectacle, and if anything was just as good as having the top rank, because having high publicity and ratings generated views.

And if Mirage loved anything besides winning, it was attention.

During the exchange between Bloodhound and Mirage, there were hardly any words in between, only a small talk of beasts and prey, blood and mercy as the hunter's blade was promptly sharpened, each slow, long press of the blade against the surface similar to the wicked motion of skinning.

"- Do you understand?" Bloodhound glowered, and the eyes that were beneath the lenses narrowed viciously at the fretting, tanned skin male.

"Y-yeah!" The wavy-haired legend was quick to say, both hands held up in defense as he awkwardly chuckled, trying to play off how damn nervous he was, and how pain strickenly awkward the situation was too.

' - Geez.'

Elliott had been no fool, and he'd made sure to keep his hands to himself when it came to (f/n) because having the enigmatic legend on his tail wasn't something he was really hoping hard for.

Nor was it in him to continue to have the murder bot venomously glare at him as he loomed over (f/n)'s shoulder, standing as a sort of haunting spirit in wait for bloodshed.

Granted he'd never done anything but glare, but still.

He'd already been wary of the simulacrum, and there was no reason to change his caution.

- Even if there were moments where there were moments of doubt.

(f/n) smiled largely, jumping up as she waved at the bar's owner, "Elli!" she greeted while walking through the doorway, seeming awfully chipper for someone whose shadow was a nearly 7-foot mechanical beast of carnage.

the little rag that had been in his hand was wrung and with a hard swallow mirage smiled back, his other hand shakenly risen, " H-hey (f/n)," he said with a lopsided smile as he eyed Revenant instead, sheepishly peering up at him through his dark lashes.

Normally there was a much more animosity coming from him, but during then he seemed rather tame, looking down with indifference towards the bar's owner, not really caring where he was dragged to so long as he spent time with his little skinsuit.

It made Mirage's shoulders sink down softly, a bit of calm coming as he noticed that the bot was subdued.

Rev sat down by (f/n) and drowned the harsh liquor given to him with little hesitance, his expressionless face somehow holding the faintest show of interest with every word that dripped from her lips.

-And talk, she did.

'It's...kind of ...cute?' Mirage tried to reason.

It was sweet in a weird way, kind of like when you find a wild animal and instead of tearing you up, it decides to cuddle with you.

'Yeah...something like that,' Elliott thought with a cold sweat running down his temple.

Revenant, who at his best had always been standoffish and snappy was rather sweet with (f/n), any of the little dark remarks he threw her way being in the form of teasing that got a few giggles back.

For a split second mirage thought of something else, borderline x-rated, and he nearly dropped his glass during then, immediately receiving his two customer's attention.

'That's just weird...' he started, ashamed with himself... but still curious.

Did the simulacrum come with those parts?

'I'm pretty sure he can get them attached...I think...uh...' his eyes then dipped down to the loincloth and he felt his face burn.

'Does it...pop up?' he wondered, questioning whether or not the simulacrum walked around packing.

'I sure hope they use a lot of lube,' he thought with pity. 'I mean....unless it's not metal? I wonder if-'

"- What the hell are you looking at skinsuit?" Revenant said with a narrowed gaze as he realized Mirage kept staring at him, his damn eyes directed down beneath his waist.

It was...unnerving.

Beside him, (f/n) also stood with curiosity, wondering why in the world her friend seemed so...red.

He seemed red as he babbled, his dark eyes shooting everywhere else but the two.

Mirage wouldn't openly admit it, but he was considered dense at times, an idiot too.

Yeah, he paid attention and disagreed, so that was a point for him.

-But (f/n) ?

(f/n) took it to another level, because somehow, she couldn't see how much effect she had around her admirers which didn't just include Bloodhound and Revenant.

Bloodhound was a hassle for Rev, but other times it was the cocky smirked sky bird that dared to stand too close and touched (f/n) far too much, pushing boundaries no one else dared to when it promised a target to their head by two of the most dangerous legends.

She was too friendly and if that weren't bad enough, the way she spoke to her was much less withheld, sometimes borderline crewed.

It was known she was a womanizer, and it was sickening to see (f/n) ease into such a lure, not quite understanding that the flirtatious talk wasn't all for jokes.

The almond-eyed female's smile would always be half lifted, the specific smirk she adorned haughty when she was being spectated by the hunter and bot.

And (f/n), sweet (F/n) stupidly smiled in amusement and enjoyment.

Valkyrie had no fear either, perhaps more of an adrenaline spike when she realized just how much the bot despised the consistent flirting, even if at the end of the day she received nothing but (f/n)'s friendship in return.

"What?" Valk said with a low, an almost harmonious hum ending her words as she narrowed her eyes at Revenant.

"You think I'm afraid of you evil trash can?" she added with a smirk that made his claws want to extend and tear through it, the only thing stopping him from doing so being the (h/c) haired young woman whose smile truly did mean the world to him.

Weakness...

- It was all damnable weakness that he couldn't let anyone else have hold of.

"Think again," she said while standing opposingly, her arms crossed over her chest as she even tilted her head back slightly, her chin upturned.

And even if he towered over her, she still looked down at him with that arrogant smirk, and he was certain that somewhere in her little, worthless skin bag brain she was even more driven by the idea that she could spite him somehow.

He released a low snarl before collecting himself again, hoping to strike low, "What about Loba...?" he asked her, and at the name of the thieving brat, Valkryie's demeanor shifted.

surprised, frustrated...embarrassed.

She clicked her tongue," What about Loba?" she said back, her eyes cast aside.

- She'd rather not talk about that.

It was at that moment that (f/n) arrived, her placid smile warming into a true one as she caught sight for the two.

"Hey guys," she greeted them, " You two seem to be getting along," she observed, seeming rather pleased that two of her good friends were seeing a middle ground.

"Yeah..." the bot murmured, "Getting along," he repeated as he eyed the light-haired female with a glare that demanded her to follow his lead.

"Yeah..." Valk started, "Turns out we have something common," she said back, and throughout the moment they both looked at (f/n).

Revenant released a low, gruff grunt, as Valkyrie merely smiled back, chuckling softly.

He'd never reveal that the highlight of his nights was having (f/n) fall asleep next to him, leaning close and in search of comfort after watching films with bloody chaos and cheesy jumps.

She'd insist on horror movies, and he always agreed because every little shaky hop she performed brought her closer to him, and it was worthwhile.

She'd made him swear to keep it a secret how much she squealed and flinched, and he felt pleased to know that it was a side of her no one else could see.

Bloodhound could try and lead her in their direction.

They could try and coerce her into their mindset.

They could hunt her down and search for her as much as they wanted, but at the end of the day, she searched for him instead.

She searched for Revenant and was comfortable with every side of him he showed her from the initial, callous side that despised having her close, to the tamer, softhearted one that had taken just a little digging to find, and had him following her instead.

Valkyrie could continue to coat her in sugary words, and while she managed to turn (f/n) into a bashful little mess with every other line, the young woman always brought them back to Rev with the hopes of getting a reaction out of him.

She told him of the idiocies and had even had it in her to use the material on him if only to get a little chuckle out of him every now and then.

- So maybe he'd have to give a little thanks to the sky bird for that.

he never quite found her to be competition because it was clear as day that she still pinned over Loba, and she wasn't going to let go of that any time soon, no matter how much she tries and shift that over to (f/n).

Sure her intrusion was annoying, but he kept his eyes on the real threat to which he also felt the slightest thankfulness toward when considered.

He'd also have to appreciate how hard Bloodhound worked to try and come in between because it just made (f/n) even more determined to stay close, the effect being an outcome the hunter could not have foreseen but would certainly detest.

"Hey..." (f/n) softly murmured, her eyelids falling heavily over the glossy (e/c) colored orbs that struggled to lay focus.

The clang of the glass against the surface held more power than her voice, and it meant that it was almost that time to leave.

The sound that came from him was only short of a grunt, perhaps more of a hum as he acknowledged her and her pathetic attempt to get his attention which came in the form of tiny, little murmurs.

"Rev..." she added, her head lazily leaning onto his arm, giving him just the slightest jolt, like a little spark of electricity had tickled him.

"Are you even listening to me?" she asked him just as quietly, a yawn proceeding her words.

Again he made the same sound, and it didn't seem that she liked it too much because she pouted.

"Rev...I... I don't know if what I feel is right..." she started. "Bloodhound is really sweet..." she started, and he felt his body stiffen, his motion stilled as he waited for her to continue.

"But..." she breathed out, sniffling, "But I don't like how they talk about you..." she added.

"I don't like it when anyone talks bad about you..." she continued to babble, "It hurts so much..." she lamented.

And if he had a heart, it would still, as she breathed out the next line,

"You know, I love you...Maybe that's why it hurts," she said while reaching for her half-empty glass.

The attempt was made in a somewhat silly manner as she used her index and middle finger as legs to ‘walk’ the rest of her hand over the surface of the counter until it reached the container.

"I wonder if you feel the same," she added while stopping short of reaching the glass, instead choosing to snuggle close to him for a short minute,

“I hope you feel the same,” she revealed before reaching out again with her other hand.

Before she could touch it, a large, metallic hand took hold of it, his palm laying over the open top as he listened to her lightly slurred words.

"sometimes....no one listens," she said with gloom while latching onto him, immediately feeling at home.

"Well, maybe just you," she admitted." I think you love me too...don't you?" she softly giggled.

Wordlessly, Revenant slid the glass over to Witt who caught it just before it touched the edge.

"- I'm going ahead and close the tab," Elliot said softly while pointing away from them, momentarily leaving them be and only taking a glance back to see the bot gently move her, adjusting her in his arms to carry her.

Meanwhile, Revenant held her with tenderness, and she looked so small in his arms that his need to hold her close felt like a duty.

"Do you love me?" (f/n) asked him again, and he could feel her eyes on him, waiting, expecting, and possibly yearning.

He felt insects crawling over the insides of his artificial organs, giving him a little tickle that made his knees feel awfully weak.

Wasn't it enough that he was carrying her back?

Wasn't it clear when he let her drag him everywhere... when he bothered to come with her because he couldn't trust anyone else to keep an eye on her when she'd clearly gone over what was enough for her?

With her in his arms he then brought his attention to the other person in teh bar,

" - Charge it to mine," he said lowly, speaking to Elliott who, while he'd tried to give space, couldn't help but look at them with a touch of a smile as he listened.

"- And not a word to anyone else," he advised in a snarl, all as (f/n) released a soft, blue sigh, feeling ignored.

“Got it...” Witt said warmly.

“Revv?” (f/n) then breathed, her voice so sweet, the male carrying her registered the taste of sugar.

"If I say yes will you just shut up?" he questioned her as he walked out of the building, his tone awfully soft to match the calm night.

"Only if you mean it...." she responded back, and he scoffed,

"How would you know I mean it, huh?" he questioned her.

- sometimes she made no sense.

“Because I trust you,” she said back, and to him, it felt like another declaration of love.

Her feet which hung over his arm lightly swayed in lazy movement, and the meager rocking distracted him for a moment. It became interesting as he’d felt too reluctant to look down and find her eyes on him.

Her movements slowly lost enthusiasm, and he then released a short grunt of annoyance, and frustration.

He prepared himself with a long, low breath, but stopped short when he finally found it in himself to look down at her to find her sleeping.

His shoulders slacked and his head hung for just a second as his steps took a pause.

“...Yes,” he muttered with hesitance, the doubt within the word stemmed from not uncertainty, but the warm flutter he felt.

- A shame she wasn’t aware.

Iss Okay?

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sinsofbeauty · 2 years

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Hii! Could I request an revenant one-shot where female!reader (or gender neutral!) has a crush on them and gets jealous when someone else flirts/ or praises his skills? I would love to see how the killer robot would act in this situation (taking in account revenant also feels something)

Jealousy is a bitch

Fandom: Apex Legends

Pairing: Revenant x Fem! Reader

Requested: Yes XD

Warnings: Jealousy, Profanity

Overview: Within the request

A/n: Thank you so much for requesting! I hope you and everyone enjoys! Feel free to send in more :D

Today’s match was somewhat decent, not the most exciting you would have expected. Stormpoint was a really big arena, and unlike the others, if you don’t land hot it could take a while for you to find another squad. The most you and your teammate Bloodhound had done was take out Gibby and Octane, as well as kill a few prowlers along the way. You both made it to the top three, but didn’t win since you were both cursed with purple evo shields. Though you weren’t that happy about not winning, you didn’t complain due to coming in at #3. The squad who did win though, was Mad Maggie and that simulacrum Revenant.

“The fight vas plentiful vhile it lasted.” Bloodhound spoke as you both walked in the dropship. “Though I am not ready for the interviews.”

You weren’t a big fan of interviews either, and you agreed with Hound on that part. There were always annoying reporters and writers asking about the match when it was visible to the public eye to see, and stupid questions that make your brain melt. But of course it was part of being a legend. Your nose scrunched, but Bloodhound patted your shoulder in reassurance.

“Don’t vorry you’ll do great. I need to go vind Valter Fitzroy, but I will find you bevore we go inside.”

You nodded, and Bloodhound left swiftly. It seemed like it was something urgent, though you knew they would take care of it. You then heard Maggie’s voice around the corner just as you leaned your back against a wall, ears perking up at the mention of your so called ‘crush’. At this point, you didn’t bother pushing yourself off the wall and walking away. No, you wanted to hear what the simulacrum had to say.

“For a simulacrum, you ain’t half bad.”

“Is that a compliment, or are you just trying to get along?“ The voice of the red bot was slick with mischief as always, nothing too out of the ordinary.

“I ain’t that nice. You’re gonna need a lot more than that to befriend Mad Maggie.” She responded.

The conversation went on about the match, them going back and forth on how good they did. Compliments were thrown out to each other like bullets, and it had you a little on edge. You could feel your face heat up and your chest tighten with jealousy, but you continued to listen in on their conversation.

“You still owe me for saving your ass out there skinsuit. Don’t think I didn’t forget.”

“Ha! There’d be a bullet in your head before I owe you squat, sim.”

“I’ll take that as a challenge, but it’ll take a lot to beat something like me~.”

You didn’t notice Maggie had walked away, since you were standing there with your arms crossed all irritated. It wasn’t long before you huffed, the frustration clearly escaping from your slightly flared nostrils. The dropship had just landed, it’s insides shaking and buzzing down as it made contact with the ground. It wasn’t long after, that the door whirred open, and legends began strolling out. You could feel like your face was heated, but didn’t bother to make any note of it due to the fact that no one seemed to point it out. Interviews were just a few buildings away as the legends walked and prepared themselves to be presented in front of reporters as well as flashing lights of cameras. You were about to make your way out of the dropship, though you were stopped and pulled to the side by slender mechanical fingers.

“Why such a down face? Red with what, jealousy~?”

Your eyes widened with slight shock, though it made your face glow more red with embarrassment. “How did you know I was listening?” You asked with a small mumble.

“It isn’t hard to hear you with those snorts and angry growls of yours,” Revenant responded with an amused huff. “Even though she didn’t hear them, you gotta remember, I’m not a skin suit like you.”

You still didn’t bother looking at him, your eyes stayed on the ground. Revenant, even though he turned you to face him, still waited for you to say something. When you didn’t he chuckled, and not long after grabbed your jaw.

“I didn’t hear yes or a no. So I’m gonna make a wild guess,” The simulacrum squeeze your cheeks and made you look at him. “You’re jealous of a big bad wolf like me getting praised by someone other than you.”

“No I’m not! I mean..so what if I am? It’s not like you didn’t reject them you ass-“

You were cut off by his fingers tightening, and him taunting you with an “ah ah ah.” As awful as he could be, you still somehow succumbed under his grasp. It made you whine, and not only that but it had you listen without any thoughts bothering you. Damn this bastard.

“If I was still a skin suit I would kiss you instead of this to shut you up.” He said deeply. “Are you still jealous little girl? Because you’re the only one I’m willing to still live for. Remember?”

You shook your head knowing immediately, and he let go of your jaw that he had his firm grip on. You rubbed it slightly, but it didn’t bother you. You were flustered from his comment. Not only that but he has never admitted something like this to you before. Yeah, maybe he glossed over it one or two times, but it was nothing serious.

“Now hurry up. I don’t need anybody eavesdropping on our conversation.”

Revenant had walked past you with a small glance, but you followed behind. You grumbled to yourself because in the end, Revenant was probably right. The two of you already know that both exchange the same feelings for each other. Although, you knew for a damn fact that he probably loved to see you riled up. If he heard you then he definitely kept fueling the fire just to see yo ur reaction. What a bitch. It wasn’t long before you both caught up with the others. You immediately walked across the room to Loba and Kairi, who were waving you over.

“There you are beautiful. What took you so long?” Loba asked with a bit of curiosity.

You blinked a couple of times but responded with, “Revenant just wanted to gloat to me about the match, nothing too serious.”

“Ugh you’re better with keeping the demonios name out of your mouth, he has no business dealing with a wonderful woman like you.”

Kairi giggled when she heard Loba talking to you, coming up from behind you and wrapping an arm around your shoulders. “Hey don’t use up all your compliments, you won’t have any more left to give~.” Well that comment was directed towards Loba, she then turned to you and said, “We’re going out to drinks tonight if you wanna join us. Wouldn’t mind having a third person on board.”

You thought about it and didn’t think that there would be a problem since you didn’t have any plans later that day. “I’ll consider it. I don’t have any plans at the moment but you never know, something might come up.” You responded to her with a smile.

“Cool. Hope to see you there princess.”

“Princess?” Loba said with the raise of her brow and a smirk on her face. Kairi smiled wide at that, and smoothly made her way off of you and towards Loba, who had slowly been pulled away by a couple if fans and reporters.

You shrugged your shoulders and turned around, only to be face-to-face with cold metal and a deadly stare. You froze, looking up at the murder bot who seem to be glaring at you from above. “What?” You asked.

“So it’s a game you’re playing?” He said tilting his head to the side.

“What game?” You asked confused, but soon came to realize what he meant.

“Playing stupid huh? Fine, but don’t think you’re going with them tonight. You’re going to have a tough time with me, Princess~.”

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