#apex legends one shot

[whateverivedoneididitforlove]

Misunderstanding

✦; ꒰Elliott Witt ✗ Reader꒱ ;;✦ ↴

✎  . . . Summary ⊹≫ It's just a little misunderstanding, nothing Elliott can't handle, right?

➬ Word count ⸼ ೃ ⊹ 3,479 words.

;; "Warnings" ¡! ❞ . None.

⿻ – ❝ Notes〻*ೃ༄. None.

There were only ten squads remaining throughout World's Edge, and evidently among them was yours; you couldn't deny that having been paired with such experienced legends as Bloodhound and Wraith had helped a lot, but you didn't deny your own efforts, your squad had positioned itself in Skyhook, you were distanced, each one searching for loot in different buildings.

Your mind wandered between whether you should carry a submachine gun or an assault rifle, whether you should carry more ammo or healing, and whether you should carry a heat shield or a mobile respawn beacon. Your attention wasn't quite on the game, but you still kept your mind alert, realizing that someone had entered the building you were in, you heard their footsteps approaching you, your hand moved to your hip, your fingers gripping the handle of your Wingman. The footsteps only intensified, you pretended not to notice, knowing that if the enemy wanted to attack they would have already done it, what they wanted was to take you by surprise, you felt their presence behind you; it was now or never.

In one quick, graceful movement you turned on your heel, your hand unfolding your gun and pointing it in front of you with a determined look on your face and your finger on the trigger.

— Wow! It's me, it's me!

Your brow furrowed. Mirage froze, your wingman touching the tip of his nose, his hands in the air showing he was unarmed. — Elliott... — You shook your head, your posture relaxing as you realized it was him.

“Did you say something?” You heard Wraith's voice on the communicator, his voice was as neutral as ever, but there was a certain hint of mockery in his tone as if she knew you were not alone.

— Negative. — You replied shortly, trying to hide your embarrassment. Your hand moved to your communicator deactivating it, making sure your team didn't find out about this little interaction with the enemy.

— So... Can you stop pointing the gun at me? — You looked at him again, the nervousness clear in his voice. — Although... You look kinda sexy pointing a gun at me. — You rolled your eyes, one of those cute smiles Mirage loved so much formed on your lips, you retracted your gun, letting your guard down completely in front of Mirage, as usual.

— What are you doing here Witt? — You used his last name, knowing the effect it had on him.

— I came to see you, Fuse and Pathfinder don't seem to mind if I get away for a while. — Slowly you both moved closer to each other without even noticing it or even thinking about it, it was pure instinct.

In a matter of seconds, you were practically on top of each other, Elliott's arms were around your neck and your hands were holding his waist.  — You're going to get yourself killed. — You whispered, your breath crashing against his.

— It will be worth it… — Mirage pressed his lips against yours as if he hadn't kissed you for decades.

Your feet moved awkwardly, desperately seeking support on any surface that crossed your path until Mirage's back finally bumped against one of the walls of the building. You felt the fabric of his suit crumple under your grip, you felt Elliott's fingers tangle in the locks of your hair, clinging to your body, not wanting to let you go, but the oxygen in your lungs was starting to run out, so you were the first to pull away, as always...

Mirage could feel your desperate breathing hit his face, both of you trying to catch your breath, his hands went down to your shoulders, clinging to keep his touch on your body.

— So... — Elliott cleared his throat, trying to shake off the silence of the place. — Are you coming to my party?

 — Of course. — You replied, Mirage bit the inside of his cheek, trying to hold back and not kiss you again.

— You know… — Mirage tried to continue, ignoring the feeling of wanting your lips. — You could get there earlier than everybody else if you want, maybe, you could help me with the decorations, and, you know… — The poor man stumbled over his own words, embarrassed to talk to you as if you hadn't eaten each other just a few seconds ago. — We could spend some time together, alone.

— I'd like that, a lot… — And again, that stupid smile he loved so much appeared again on your face.

[•••]

— So... Who’s coming? — You asked while your fingers lightly traced the edge of your glass.

— Well, I invited everyone, and this time I make sure to send the invitations, so, everyone? — Mirage shrugged as he cleaned a couple of glass cups, standing on the other side of the counter.

You simply hummed in response, leaving Elliott to take care of the last details of the party, you continued to play with your glass, while your eyes turned now and then to Elliott and when they did, you couldn't help but smile, his presence made you feel at peace, even if neither of you spoke or looked at each other, it was perfect.

— I need to use the bathroom. — You mumbled, excusing yourself and getting up from your seat at the counter, walking around Mirage's bar, you'd been there so many times you could walk around with your eyes closed.

Elliott continued with his business, feeling satisfied with everything, he sighed and leaned tiredly on the counter, looking at your half-empty glass, and next to it your cell phone; he smiled to himself while he took your cell phone, taking advantage of your absence, he thought it would be a good opportunity to continue with one of his old habits. He loved taking pictures with your cell phone, and putting himself as your wallpaper; he unlocked your phone and started taking pictures of himself with all kinds of poses and expressions, once he finished he slid down your gallery, smiling at his new addition to your collection. The reflection of the screen illuminated his face, and for a moment he got lost among the pictures, pictures of you, pictures of him, pictures of both of you.

His body startled as he felt your phone vibrate in his hands, notifying him of the arrival of a new message, and Elliott didn't want to see it, he had always respected your privacy, but it was an accident. He watched message after message.

“Hey, r u there?”

“Are you coming to my place again?”

“We need to talk.”

“Never mind, I'll see you at Mirage's party.”

Mirage's stomach heaved painfully as he inevitably read the messages, already creating thousands of stories in his head; he looked at the contact's photo, and it was more than easy to recognize Octavio's profile picture. He looked at the messages over and over again, “Are you coming to my place again?” had you been going to Octavio's place? for how long? why? what for? “We need to talk.” what could you two possibly need to talk about? how long had you been talking?

— Elliott? — Your phone slipped from his fingers at the sound of your voice, his hands trembling nervously as he tried to compose himself. — Were you taking pictures again? — You asked with a small smile, reaching out to pick up your phone that had fallen on the counter, not noticing the way Mirage was looking at you, not noticing how his hands were shaking and how the words were stuck in his throat.

Mirage cleared his throat, trying to find something to say, he didn’t dare to confront you, that was for sure. — Yeah, I was just…

You smiled, you didn't notice the message notifications, instead, you just saw one of the many pictures Mirage had taken on the screen.

— Hey, you look pretty cute in this one. — You said pointing to your phone screen.

It was then that the phone vibrated in your hands again, announcing the arrival of another message, he just looked at you, seeing how your smile faded and your face twisted into an expression he couldn't decipher.

— Something’s wrong? — Elliott asked pretending uncertainty, struggling with his words, trying to get an explanation from you.

— No… Not at all… — You sat back down and focused your attention on your drink, making the heavy feeling in Mirage's chest only grow bigger.

Elliott sighed, this was going to be a long party...

[•••]

Laughter, loud music, and a couple of cheers were all that could be heard at Mirage's bar, surprisingly all the legends had accepted the invitation, except for a few that it was habitual not to see at any party, like Caustic, Ash, or Revenant; but even so, the atmosphere was incredibly cozy and pleasant, but despite that Mirage didn't feel cozy, much less pleasant; he had remained at the counter, handling the drinks as usual, but his partying and charming spirit had disappeared. Instead, the messages you had received ran through his mind over and over again, haunting him.

He turned his head slightly to the right, he could spot your figure, you remained seated in the same place where you were even before the party started, your eyes remained fixed on the screen of your cell phone, and occasionally you looked up to search around the bar, looking for someone and Mirage could imagine who it was.

— Were you expecting someone? — Despite the volume of the music Elliott was close enough to you for you to hear him.

You turned to see him, his question seemed to have taken you by surprise. — No, it's just... — Your words faded out. — I didn't expect to see all the legends here, I didn't remember there were so many of us. — You answered, but Mirage could see that your words were just an excuse.

— Yeah well, not all the legends are here, you know, Revenant, Caustic, and Ash declined the invitation, and Maggie… I'm not sure she's allowed to go to parties... And... — He was silent for a moment, wondering if he should say what he wanted to say so badly.  — Octane! Now that I think about it, it's really weird that he's not here... — He said, pretending not to pay attention to you, as he wiped the counter that was already clean. — He never misses a party…

— Yeah, weird... — You said, but the mention of Octavio seemed to get on your nerves.

And that only made Mirage's chest feel even heavier, he knew you were hiding something, that was for sure, but what were you hiding? what had you so nervous? and how was Octavio involved?

The party kept going and things continued like that, although after your little talk with Elliott, your attempts to find Octavio seemed to have ceased, and even though it shouldn't that soothe him a bit, maybe it was all a misunderstanding, he hoped it was all a misunderstanding.

He looked at you out of the corner of his eye, your elbow was resting on the counter and your hand was holding your chin, your glass was empty, Elliott sighed, even with this torture he was going through he couldn't help but think how pretty you looked.

— Do you want a refill? — You looked up from your empty glass, smiling as you saw Mirage in front of you.

You simply nodded, watching Elliott refill your glass.  — Why haven't you joined the party? — You asked, it was usual that when there was a party at Mirage's bar he was only in charge of serving the drinks at the beginning of the party, after that he would join the party with the other legends.

— Why haven't YOU joined the party? — Mirage returned the question, you rolled your eyes with a small smile on your face, Elliott put your glass in front of you, looking at you with a mocking smile while he waited for an answer, one of his hands on his waist and the other leaning on the counter.

— You know I hate parties. — You said dryly, took your glass, and brought it to your lips, feeling the liquor burning against your throat.

— Then why are you here? — It wasn't an aggressive question, it was more of an affectionate teasing.

You snapped your tongue and kept silent taking another sip from your glass. — Because I like being with you. — You admitted, although it wasn't a secret.

Mirage's teasing smile disappeared, instead, his lips trembled a little before forming a shy smile along with a pretty red color on his cheeks. You reached out your hand, managing to capture his hand between yours and intertwine your fingers with his.

— Do you? do you enjoy being with me? — Elliott's eyes never left your intertwined fingers.

— Yes Elliott. — Your voice was softer at this point, your thumb tracing small caresses on Mirage's hand. Elliott's eyes met yours. — Elliott I… — Only seconds away from making your confession you were interrupted by a lot of shouting and commotion.

You turned, only to see the other legends welcome Octavio, who seemed more than happy with the reception, his gaze turned to the counter, right where you and Mirage were; and Elliott could swear he saw your face turn pale, and then you took your hand away from his.

The cute smile on his face disappeared, as did the warmth in his cheeks, he sighed, feeling the heaviness return to his chest.

— Hey amigos! — From the corner of your eye you saw Octavio's silhouette sitting next to you at the counter. Neither you nor Mirage answered his greeting. — How's the party so far? — Octavio looked at you both, and you just shrugged. — Right… So, can I have a Michelada?

Mirage just hummed, turning around grumpily to prepare Octavio's Michelada, his furrowed brow made his displeasure more than obvious. He muttered a couple of curses between his teeth, at the end the message ended up being true, but the question still stayed unanswered, what did Octane want to talk to you about?

— Here you… Go… — Mirage turned around with the drink in his hands, but his heart stopped in his chest, the seats where you and Octavio were sitting were now empty.

His eyes searched around the bar with some nervousness and anxiety, until he finally managed to spot your figure making his way through the other legends being guided by Octavio; he put the drink aside and jumped the counter without really thinking about his actions for a moment. His feet moved awkwardly across the dance floor, trying to make his way through the other legends and not lose track of you.

His heart was beating fast, his sweat felt cold, and he bit the inside of his cheek anxiously. He kept walking, following the sound of your voices, he could hear you, but he couldn't understand what you were saying until he finally reached one of the storage rooms where he kept supplies for the bar; it was then that he stopped and leaned his back against the wall, listening to your conversation with Octavio.

— This is getting very serious. — Strangely enough, Octavio's voice seemed to be serious.

— I know, and I... I can't continue this without telling Elliott. — Your voice was barely a whisper as if the idea of being heard by someone else scared you.

— Are you sure? I mean, it’s big news, after all, you and I are...

— What? you two are what? — Without even realizing it Elliott had entered the room, desperate for answers.

You and Octavio exchanged glances, both were speechless, and tension quickly built in the room. Your face lost its color, paling, and your lips frowned slightly between surprise and nervousness.

— I think... — Octavio looked at you and Mirage, not knowing what to say, or do, looking for an easy way out of the situation. — I'd go now. — Octane left the room, but Elliott didn't care, he wanted answers from you, not Octavio.

— How much did you hear? — You asked, trying to hide the trembling in your words.

— Enough. — Although it was a lie, he hardly knew what was going on.

— Look Elliott… — You got a little closer to him, looking for a beginning of your explanation.

— No, just tell me what's going on… — His voice seemed so weak and so quietly desperate. — First the messages you had on your phone, then your strange behavior at the party, and then this.

— The messages? did you check my messages? — You weren't angry, just stunned, you didn't think Mirage would be the type to check your chats with other people.

— No, no, no, no, I was just taking pictures and then the messages came in and I read them by accident. — Elliott's hands moved through the air making exaggerated gestures trying to explain himself, even though he wasn't the one who had to explain himself.

You sighed, knowing you had to tell him the truth, you took his arms gently, stopping him from moving, getting him to stop babbling and focus his attention on you again. Your hands went up to his cheeks, holding his face with tenderness and regret for not telling him the truth since long ago.

— I found out that Octavio and I are siblings, half-siblings. — You looked Elliott in the eyes, you could see his jaw drop slightly in surprise and his eyes widen in disbelief, yet he remained silent, letting you continue.  — On our father's side.

The place was completely quiet, you let Mirage assimilate the news. The truth is that Elliott had expected you to tell him you were having an affair with Octavio, but this? Maybe the affair would have been better.

— How? — Was the only thing that came out of his lips.

— How did I find out? or how is it possible that Eduardo Silva is my father?

— Both. — By this point, Mirage's desperation for answers had disappeared, and his heart felt at peace, but now, he was curious, too curious.

— The first one to find out was Ajay, she was experimenting with the DNA of some legends, and I volunteered. She noticed a lot of similarities between my DNA and Octavio's DNA. Then Octavio managed to get DNA from Duardo, and we confirmed our suspicions. — Your lips moved in a strange grimace, almost like you were not proud of what you were telling. — And I, well, I never met my father so...

— You're a Silva… — Elliott remained stunned, yet he seemed to have assimilated the news quickly. — Why didn't you tell me this before? — Mirage's hands moved to his cheeks, holding your hands in his.

— I don't know, I guess I was afraid that your perception of me would change. — You sighed; you hadn't been disappointed to find out that Octavio was your brother, but it was disappointing to learn that a man like Duardo Silva was your father.

— Oh babe, I don't care who your father is. — This time it was Elliott who held your face in his hands. — I only care who you are. — Mirage's voice was so sweet and kind, so understanding. His lips pressed against yours.

Oh, it had only been a few hours since your last kiss but how you had missed his lips, so soft, juicy, and addictive; there was no sensation you longed for more than Mirage's lips on yours, it was a unique sensation that could not be compared to anything else and that could not be matched by any other sensation, not even victory tasted as sweet as his lips.

The kiss started slow, sweet, and tender but it was only a matter of time before it became a heated makeup session, until Mirage broke away.

— Hold on. — His mouth opened in a dramatic pause, and his expression was incredulous. — This means Octavio is my brother-in-law, right?

You rolled your eyes at the panic in his question, but you couldn't hide your smile. — We'll talk about that later, we have better things to do now. — Your hand moved to his hair, tangling your fingers carefully through his brown locks.

Mirage melted between your fingers, you could swear you even heard him purring, the power your hands had over him was undeniable.

— Yeah… Better… Things… To… Do… — Elliott was simply babbling incoherently by this point, too lost in your presence, in your touch, he didn't care who your father was, or who your brother was, he only cared about you.

Your hands clutched at his waist while his hands gripped your shoulders, you both moved around the room clumsily and desperately, your lips caught on each other's lips and little giggles here and there. One of Mirage's feet moved to shut the door making sure no one saw you or interrupted you; none of the other legends knew what happened with you two, all they knew was that you weren't seen at the party for the rest of the night, but you certainly had just as much fun as they did.

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What’s written | Revenant x Reader

As soon as Catalyst came out with her lore I was like “YOU KNOW WHAT I”M THINKING RN?” lol

Idea : You start to spend too much time with Catalyst, and Revenant doesn’t like it. Once he confronts her, she offers him a reading. 

Word count: 2283

What’s written

Black lips which reflected a nearly cyan shimmer stretched into a soft, small smile as glass blue’s narrowed lightly down at the literature held within a hand.  

Catalyst couldn’t help but gently glow before the mechanical beast, the woman not at all troubled by the way he eerily glared at her from afar. She went as far as to act aloof, as though she hadn’t sensed his presence while she briskly lifted her eyes up to him.

It took him a while before he moved, his menacing stalk one she briefly eyed with interest, curious as to what was his game as she watched him flex his fingers, the points awfully sharp and dangerous.

Calmly, she marked the page down of her book before placing it down, her eye skimming over the simulacrum with a mindful glimmer.

“What?” Catalyst said with an eyebrow raised as she acknowledged the dark look he shot her, all while remaining quite unaffected by the animosity he radiated.

As for Revenant, he kept his eyes on her, silently throwing invisible knives at her with the malicious gaze.

Part of him was hoping she’d just drop dead. And another told him to skewer her with his sickle and do the favor.

It’d be so easy, but none were plausible.

There existed one factor, one singular thing that kept him drawn back ;  You.

He hadn’t cared much for the newcomer. Much more, he wouldn’t have spared her a thought if not for how much of a liking you'd taken to her.

 Especially with how much you’ve been trailing behind her as of late, singing utter praise, showing your favoritism by even buying a bit of the new merchandise already out for her. 

You’d said it was out of support, but he’d thought about it so much he wasn’t sure anymore.

“I like Tress,” you say while staring down at your hand. 

You looked down at the details of it, the thin lines that exist on it so interesting he can see you trail each individual one with those pretty eyes of yours, and there was hardly a trace of a blink there.

The whole time, your smile is fond while your eyes are terribly soft in serenity, and there’s something about your lovely look that makes him feel incredibly uneasy.

It's like someone's pulling you away, doing so in a painfully slow fashion, and it's unbearable that all he can do is watch. 

All he can do is stay by you.

You suddenly look at him with a silence that’s filled with a low, thoughtful hum from you before your entire expression softens, and he can feel anxiousness eat at him.

“Oh...” you say simply before breaking out into a short grin as realization seems to be expressed in that brief moment.

"No one could ever replace you," you say, and he doesn’t tell you how much those words mean to him, even if you say them so casually. 

-Even if you’re entirely too playful about it.

He inwardly curses at your buddy-buddy nature. 

He detests how now he is no longer  the same uncaring beast as before,  that  now he’s filled with moments of bliss with just your words alone.

Unlike before looming over you isn’t just a game to frighten and tease you, because it affects him more. 

Being so close to you makes him feel strange... drugged even.

You're daring enough to caress his cheek, and like the touch-starved creature he is, he leans into it and he wonders if you know how much he yearns for more.

He wonders if you know all of the sacrifices he would have to bring you just to have you offer him something more than those occasional, mocking gestures that have him stupefied.

There's a moment when he looks at you, and you smile at him so prettily he nearly forgets why he feels so scorned by you.

However, it all comes back to him the second you pull back, giving him a cheerful goodbye.

You do so before blowing him a playful kiss, one he scoffs at and turns away from to try and pretend that it doesn’t have its little effect on him.

 He knows what it's like to feel envious, scorned for certain, and in the mix there's a touch of betrayal.

Even if you're not his...he doesn’t want any one else to have you.

Lately, he's rarely had a moment alone with you, and it was starting to get the best of him, because he’d gotten so used to having your full attention, and if not that, your presence, at least. 

“Don’t tell me…” Catalyst started, “you want me to read your future too?” She asked with a sly grin. 

A couple of the other Legends' have toyed with the idea, but she knew well that this wasn’t his reason.

She leisurely rose from her seat before slowly approaching him, her saunter calculated as she eyed him for any movement that’ll say he’ll strike. Her true intent was to stay alive, but that didn’t mean she’d cower before him.

He made an annoyed sound before he spoke, 

 "I don't need anyone to read my future," he started, and it made the woman tilt her head to the side, 

" Oh?" she hummed, "Then why are you here?" she asked, but she already had an idea.

- she’d expected him sooner or later.

With a sly grin, she then tilted her chin up, looking at his right hand as it stayed on his side, practically twitching to rip through something. 

Revenant noticed her narrowed gaze and sneered, to which she tutted.

“My...What a gruesome palm...it’s a surprise there’s anything about love written on it.” she comments, and it has the simulacrum curl his fingers down harshly. 

There's a minute of silence before he extends his arm, shoving it before her. 

“Get to reading skinbag,” he orders and Tressa grins before looking down at the painted metal.  

“Lets see...” she starts and she briefly looks up at him through her long dark lashes to see him glare down intently, truly in suspense.

“I see… unexpected content, “ she voices, her voice elevated with amusement towards the end. 

"You have a special someone," she says, and he opens his hand furthermore,

 “You better give me something good before I slice through you,” he warns icily, a certain desperation there in his voice that makes Catalyst feel a cold sweat drip down her forehead. 

She’s now basically stepped into the beast’s jaw, and within her a touch of anxiousness strikes her that curses at her for being so playful with danger. She had a tendency to do so, and now was one of those moments she mused that a little dangle from a high ledge would have been a better rush than what now could end with her severed into bits.

In all fairness, she hadn’t thought he could be bated so easily, or believe her for a second.

"Alright, alright,"  she says with a little huff as she stepped back, her hands up in defeat.

“I was just kidding,” she says, quick to add more as she watched his eyes take on a fiery, dangerous glow.

" I can’t read yours," she admits, and it makes him sneer, he’s nearly shaking before her words suddenly still him.

"- But, I’ve read hers," she immediately says, not willing to play any longer with him. 

" That’s how I know… yours," she proceeds, and even if he didn't have a face, she could somehow read it.

He was silent, and held a heavy set anticipation which was somewhat endearing to her as she noted that it was because of you.

“Speak,” he demands icily to which Catalyst’s shoulders fall.

" She’s… strange, isn’t she? " Tress started with a soft smile because she'd meant it in the kindest way. 

To her, it was more than just a compliment ; It was true praise.

“- Loving too," she added. 

"How you’ve managed to snare that woman is a mystery to me,” she says with a touch of amusement, though she wasn’t truthful.

She knew what it was that had you at his side.

" Against all odds, she’s completely devoted to you, “ she admits, and his entire stance slacks for a moment as he hears it.

“ -something your just starting to appreciate,” catalyst voices as she fixes her eyes on his.

"- And you are now terrified of losing, " she says with a slight edge.

The synthetic nightmare stands before her with a complete lack of maliciousness, something that only you’d ever had the privilege to live through.

" I see tragedy has touched you: You've survived a sorrow you thought was inescapable," she voices, "Needless to say, you’re strong," she recognized.

"- Resilient," She commends.

" And It’s something others admire too. " 

And it’s then that catalyst softly chuckles,

"- Oh," Catalyst peeps, her eyes playfully glowing, giving you some new information.

she then hums before her other hand covers your palm, gently warming it while she brings her eyes to your interested riddled ones.

There's something about the way she looks at you that has you on edge, concerned.

"What is it?" You whisper softly.

 With a bit of worry, the woman leans in closer, the hand moving before finding comfort on your cheek. 

Her touch is faint, though affectionate all the same,

" You’ve been blind to it," she notes, finding it amusing how you'd unknowingly snared more than one person.

" You’ve moved more than one heart," she reveals to you, and it genuinely surprises you.

Your eyes grow wide before you nearly scoff. 

"But," she starts, "How would you notice, when only one of them has you, entirely," she says, and you nearly shrink. 

Deflated, you look at her before your eyes melancholically downcast.

"You could see that?" you ask quietly and she offers you a short nod and proceeds to tell you the summery of what has been indicated by the cards she demonstrated you, and your hand. 

“can you see who?” you ask.

"He’s... covered in darkness, " she stated and you nod, knowing. 

- You yearned to lead him out of it, to hold his hand throughout it and make him feel...human. 

"But that's what draws you to him," she muses while tucking locks of her hair behind her right ear, and she's truly touched by your affection.

 So much that she feels warm in her chest. 

"You're truly are a gem," she states, and you softly chuckle before leaning in closer, 

"Can you tell me...is it possible?" you then ask her, anxiously. 

"Is there a chance that he feels the same way I do," you question her, "And if not... then do I at least make him feel something?" you ask, and she breaks out in a high-spirited laugh. 

"something?" she asks you, " Darling..." she breathes before looking up to the ceiling that’s decorated by hanging gems, " you make him feel everything," she lets you know.

"he hasn't felt anything in so long... you terrify him," she chuckled. 

“-And There’s been just as much push as pull between you both,”

And you shake your head,  "Terrified of me?" you say while leaning back because you can't imagine Revenant being afraid of you in any way. 

He was the same guy that tried to spook you out of matches. 

You'd never forget your first encounter. He'd been the same one to snarl at you for requesting an item, but was now the first to hand things over, 

Revenant...that awful creature is the same one who continuously looks back to see where you are and has won your heart with that hidden, sweet nature.

“Is that why you’re here?” Catalyst asks with a raised brow, receiving only a fleeting look as Revenant's face points down.

How the hell was he supposed to admit to some stranger that he was jealous? 

How was he supposed to admit to her that he’d searched for her with the intention of making her back of... with the possibility of killing her if he couldn’t control the impulse.

He takes a moment before he lunges forward and his right hand captures Catalyst. His entire hand fits most of her slim neck, but he doesn’t bother to lift her up. 

He merely holds her, glaring down with a fiery gaze filled with malice, 

He fights against the first instinct that tell him to slice through, choosing to simply hold her down. 

“Fighting me serves you no purpose,” she tells him. 

“I’m not the one that wants to take her from you,” she hinted. 

“Then you tell me who does,” he said lowly, and she grits her teeth hard. 

She’s panicked, but smart enough to know he’s not truly out for her blood as he only gives her a touch of what is his true carnage.

“ You don’t want to do this...” she says, “ she’s only drawn to you,” she reminds him. 

“You don’t have to do anything to win her over,” she adds. 

And after some consideration,  he let go entirely, 

“You’re not gonna say a word about this to anyone , you got that skinbag?” he said as he glared down at her. 

Clarity hit him as he realized that while she’d been a threat before, she could be a better ally.

-Besides...even if he didn’t admit it, she was right. 

He didn’t want to lose you. 

He wasn’t going to. 

He’d  rather feel your warmth within his arms than stare down at cold bodies.

“ As a token of my gratitude... I'll let you continue to live,” he said lowly. 

#revenant x reader #revenant x reader insert #revenant x you #revenant x y/n #apex x reader #apex legends #apex revenant #revenant one shot #revenant oneshot #revenant fanfiction #revenant fanfic #Revenant #revenant imagine #catalyst

[msblazer]

Get Me Up Skinsuit

Revenant x Reader

Originally from my Apex Legends one shots book on wattpad

21-05-22

800+ words

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Revenant x GN!Reader

(Requested : HotManAss23122a

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How does Revenant act when a skinsuit helps him up after he's knocked down?

Warnings:

-Cursing

-Injury

-Stitching Up Wound

Extra:

-love hate relationship

-not proof read

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"New Killl Leader" "You're the new kill leader friend! Good job!" Pathfinder exclaims as you picked him up after soloing a 1v3 and miraculously winning.

"Recharging shields!" Pathfinder says as he uses his shields cells. "Hey! Get me up skinsuit!" Revenant yelled from the ground. You looked towards Pathfinder who was looting one of the death boxes.

You slowly walked up to Revenant. "Awe, are you mad I finished off Loba instead of you doing it?" You teased. He growled in annoyance.

"Just get me back in the fight before I cut off that little stupid head of yours Skinsuit!" He yelled.

"Wow! That's a very mean thing to say friend! Why can't we all just stick together as a team-" You saw that Revenant was about to shout an insult to the MRVN so you quickly took out your hand from Revenant to grab.

He looked at it in disgust and grabbed it with a lot of grip and strength. "Ow! What the fuck Rev!?" You yelled. "That's what you get Skinsuit. Pissing me off every damn day doing shit like this!" He yelled back.

As the two continued to bicker at each other they didn't realise that Pathfinder was trying to warn the two of an approaching enemy team.

"Then you kill that little girlie instead of reviving me to let me do it!" Revenant shouted as smoke started to emit from his overheating systems.

"Friends! I am down!" The two quickly turned towards Pathfinder who was finished off by Bangalore. Suddenly you heard a buzzing sound from beneath you and Revenant.

"ARC STAR LOOK OUT!" You yelled but it was too late. "Kill Leader Eliminated" an announcement could be heard throughout the map.

You, Revenant and Pathfinder then respawned back in the drop ship. The three of you stood in silence.

"Look what you did Skinsuit!" Revenant turned towards you. "Me?! What the hell are you on!? I wasn't the one who kept fussing about not picking someone up mid fight just so he could kill off the rest of a damn family?!" You yelled back.

Pathfinder staggered back. "Friends! Please calm down! It's not there a better way to solve this?" Pathfinder suggested.

"NO!" The two shouted not breaking eye contact from each other. "Oh okay- sorry" Pathfinder's screen flashed a :( face as he walked away.

As the two continued to glare at each other you noticed something different about Revenant.

"Rev?" You started. "What Skinsuit?!" He barked. You pointed towards your forehead in which Revenant put his hand up to.

As he looked down at his hand he was it was covered in a metallic, red and black mixed oil. "Shit..." he cursed under his breath. "I'll deal with you later Skinsuit..." he growled and walked away while one hand held a part of his leather stomach.

You found this quite strange so you decided to follow him. Sure not one of your best ideas ever but you decided to follow anyway.

You approached Revenant's room and quietly peaked inside. You saw Revenant sitting down on his bed while having several tools beside him along with a large patch of black leather.

He cut up a piece of leather to fit his 'wound' on his abdomen. You watched as he pressed the leather against himself and let out several curses under his breath.

He slowly put the leather down. "You going to stand there and watch or help me Skinsuit." He stated without looking up or in your direction. You slowly opened the door and stepped inside.

You saw that he had already wiped off the oil from his forehead. He handed you the leather. "Hold this up to my abdomen while I sew it back on." He growled.

You were tempted to tease him about needing help from a 'Skinsuit' but decided to keep some dignity.

You did just as he demanded and held up the leather. Revenant started to sew slightly struggling because of his robotic hands. He kept growling in frustration and let out some grunts of discomfort.

"Do you want me to do it?" You asked. He looked up at you and looked away. You took the needle from his hands as his hands held onto the leather.

It only took you a few minutes to sew him up and the two of you stayed silent as you cleaned off the items and tools.

"I'm not thanking you." Revenant grumbled looking away as a light pink tinted hue covered the light in his eyes.

"Sure, whatever you say Rev" You chuckled.

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#x reader #apex legends #apex fanfic #one shot #revenant x reader insert #revenant drabble #revenant x reader #drabble #apex one shot #apex drabble #apex fandom #kaleb cross #kaleb cross x reader #apex revenant

[thebliznet]

Fusehound One-Shot Incoming!

There's this fusehound one-shot I wanna write, but it's based off the leaks from the lore story in game, so I'll wait until it's official release to actually write my one-shot lol

#apex legends #bloodhound x fuse #fuse x bloodhound #fusehound #one shot #fanfic coming soon

[roast-ghost-toast]

Delighting In Ideas At Dusk

Summary:  A few 'innocent' questions lead to some not-so-innocent ideas, and maybe some kissing.

(Bloodhound/Reader)

Ever since you watched a recent match, where you witnessed them compete against a friend of theirs, you had a question for Bloodhound, and you’ve been burning with curiosity ever since. One evening, while relaxing outside, both watching as the sky grows darker and the summer heat has started to die down, you finally ask them.

“Bloodhound…” You begin, your eyes still in search of more stars as they gradually twinkle into existence.

“I am listening, Elskan”. You feel a small thrill at them using that word, still not used to hearing them call you that.

“Whenever you’re in a match, what are you thinking of? What’s your thought process?” You feel them shift beside you, before settling down again. Turning on your side to face them, your body sinking further into the soft and slightly damp grass, you watch them and try to gauge their reaction.

Bloodhound has since discarded their helm and goggles which are lying in a neat pile next to their head. Their auburn hair which had been squished down beneath the weight of their headgear has sprung free, their medium-length wavy hair now splayed around their head. You imagine if the sun was still high up in the sky their hair would be glowing bright like a halo of flames.

“I have not thought about it, I try to let my decisions become almost second nature”. They pause a moment before beginning to speak again “If I were to put it into words; I think of the hunt, my positioning, the battle and the eventual slátra of my enemies”, they reply simply. You are sure a lot more goes into each match, but it is a good enough answer.

“And if a friend of yours is on the enemy team, what then?”

“I would treat them no differently. In battle, my teammates are my brethren, and my enemies are my enemies”.

Your line of questioning has Bloodhound rolling over to face you. Hazel eyes that eerily seem to glow, staring into your own. They look at you but with no hint of what they’re thinking.

“I am curious to know why you want to know such things”

Your heart thuds hard a few times and you smile at them despite you feeling like you have just swallowed a bee's nest. You can feel your body shrink in on itself slightly for even having these thoughts, let alone daring to speak about them out loud. You knew that if you stay silent for much longer then they will start to worry, so you just decide to get it over with.

“Have you ever used your skills…Outside of battle? Maybe in a more intimate setting?” you ask, your face now aflame with embarrassment, but your eyes never wavering from theirs. You watch in slight amusement as it dawns on them as to what you could be talking about.

“You mean to say,” Bloodhound starts slowly, still ruminating over your words. “You want me to reenact when I am on the hunt. With me being the hunter. And you, as my pre-”

“Yes, yep. Absolutely! Mhm,” The words rush out of your mouth in a bid to interrupt Bloodhound before they can finish their sentence. You finally have to look away but soon a gloved hand reaches out to gently yet firmly reposition your head so you are looking into their eyes again. All traces of humour have left their eyes and in their place is an intensity that you have rarely seen in them. They pull down their ventilator with their other hand to reveal a wolfish grin.

“And what do I receive once I find you and claim you, my little héri?” They ask this in a light tone, yet you still shiver at their words.

“Anything you want” you whisper, your voice thick with desire.

Both of your faces inch closer until they bridge the gap and give you a kiss that you feel all the way down to the tips of your toes. The kiss is slow and thoughtful at first, so sweet and tender that you are surprised that you are still a solid form, given how much you feel like you have just melted into a puddle of want. It isn’t until you feel Blóð’s teeth graze your bottom lip to nip at you, that you let out a gasp and kiss them hard. Instinctively your hand reaches up and winds through their hair before giving an experimental tug. That earns you a growl from them, which turns into a low moan when you do it again. Bloodhound hastily trails kisses from your jaw up to your ear, where they begin to whisper all the things they adore about you and your body followed by all of the things they want to do with you and to you. Kisses continue and wandering hands roam until reluctantly, Bloodhound pulls away, ventilator nestling against the lower part of their face once again. You feel the loss of their body against yours but the heat of your interaction will remain long after you both part ways for the night.

“So, it’s a date,” you say softly, still out of breath, heart hammering against your ribs. You grin at Bloodhound who simply nods, their breathing more laboured than yours. They grab your hand and you both continue to look up at the night sky. The two of you fall back into a comfortable silence, the only difference now is the longing and excitement you both share at all the possibilities that could happen on your next forest outing.

If you made it this far, thank you so much for reading! It means a lot to me. It would be really cool to get to know some people (and hopefully make friends) in the apex community. Feel free to message me here or say hello over on twitter @/RoastGhostToast 

#Bloodhound #apex bloodhound #apex legends fanfiction #Apex Legends #canon nonbinary character #canon bloodhound #gender neutral reader #s*xual tension #anticipation #one shot #lgbtq

[alagnamedstanley]

I suck horribly at writing, but I do it for funsies now and again when I have a decent enough plot in my brain.

#alyx rambles #apex #apex legends #fusehound #fuse #walter fitzroy #apex fuse #apex bloodhound #bloodhound #one shot #dumb little fic #not a good writer

[stinkyratshadowgod]

Ya know what? I like Jamie now

Hes a good malewife

(And to think i wanted Revenant to kill him)

#apex legends #...i mean i still do #it will (FINALLY) set him as a threat #and give him the W he desperately needs #like plz make Revenant nae nae Loba for taking away his only chance of commiting 'quit the game of Life irl' #but like for real i'm still waiting for that shot #i even made a meme about it #and if theres is one thing i hate is a wasted meme #...but yeah Jamie is great

[seuonji]

彡on a variety show w your svt bf!

๑ idol!svt x idol!yn secret relationship series! no storyline, just fun.

one ๑ two ๑ three ๑ four ๑ five ๑ six ๑ seven #mlist

notes ๑ variety show 'my alcohol diary' has mentions of drinking & getting drunk.

your group plays esports (valorant, leave of legends, apex, etc) against svt as a hybe special!

wonwoo gives you a look when you both sit at the end of your respective tables, you on the right, him on the left making you two sort of beside each other.

as you both play, the host points out that your skills are extremely good. your group member brings up the fact that recently you’ve been spending a lot more time gaming in your free time to which wonwoo rests his head on his hand to cover his smile knowing that he’s the reason you’ve been gaming more. the host adds on that your play style is a bit similar to wonwoo giving both groups chills. “perhaps it’s what’s adapted after a long time of playing,” you calmly respond.

on the other hand with soonyoung— he keeps messing up, at one point he shot one of his members, “the keyboard isn’t following what i want to do.” and you’d fr just face palm yourself. the host mentions, “even yn is getting tired of your antics.” “what antics!? im really trying.” you hope he can make it when technology evolves further. after filming you meet up with him. “wasn’t i cool earlier?” he asks. “i think my baby cousin can beat you.”

jeonghan would be such a menace in this scenario cause omg he would target you. like if he spots you he will not stop shooting and chasing until he gets you— your group member watching all of this go down would try to shoot jeonghan yet somehow he’s dodging and still hunting you down— “let me breathe!?” jeonghan shouts at your member. “you’re not letting ME breathe?” you shout back.

๑

random play dance! (random song is played and you have to dance the correct choreography)

beforehand you'd ask seungkwan to help you with the dances but he was not about to help you out while you were in a different group! until in one of the rounds where you looked lost, seungkwan comes to the front and dances clearly as a way to help you. "you're helping the other groups! get to the back," competitive seungcheol would shout. "sorry i got excited," seungkwan laughs it off. being fr tho how does that man know that many choreographies.

i imagine seokmin/mingyu would whisper to you, "i got you, just follow me," and then he would be one of the first to be eliminated.

vernon keeps on looking at you and copying your dance— you can’t help but laugh at his facial expressions when he doesn’t know the dance but also somehow he’s surviving.

wherever you are in the arena, chan always ends up beside you.

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youngji's program 'my alcohol diary'

you’d go alone to promote your groups album. your episode was relatively short— they covered it up with 'yn got drunk super fast' but actually, whether you have a high tolerance or not, in the end when you got drunk, you just kept on gushing about your boyfriend. (bf can be any member)

when youngji asked you to teach her the dance of your song you went through it step by step until a certain part, “oh soonyoung choreographed this part and i gave it as a suggestion and it made the cut to the official choreo,” you said with a big smile. // “my boyfriend likes this part,” you danced the bit then nonchalantly continued to teach youngji but she’s standing, there still in shock of everything she’s heard.

after filming, your boyfriend would pick you up and take care of you till you sober up.

the next day youngji would message and reveal something to you.

yn: im so sorry for the short episode run-

youngji: if it makes you feel better, seungcheol/soonyoung/mingyu/minghao talked about you way more than you did about them.

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chinese whisper game as a mini game (there’s a given word/phrase and the word is passed on through all players, last players needs to shout it out word for word)

you’re standing in front of jeonghan/minghao and he keeps on blowing into your ear before he starts actually saying the given phrase—

but if it was the noise cancellation version (have to read lips or body actions to get the word/phrase)

seungcheol pouted at you when you couldn’t understand what he was saying which a lot of viewers found weird since he would usually only do that with his members.

you almost hug jeonghan/joshua/wonwoo when he got the word correct—

jun/wonwoo/jihoon keeps on giving you high-fives every round.

you consider choking soonyoung when he can’t get the word correct for shit.

you and minghao/chan kept on bickering over the way he would execute the word. the staff and your members would be more interested on how you guys fight rather than the word being finally passed over to the last person.

#彡 idol!svt x idol!yn #🐚☆ #📢aya wrote! #seventeen #seventeen x reader #choi seungcheol #hoshi #kwon soonyoung #svt imagines #svt x reader #seventeen fluff #seventeen crack #svt fluff #seungcheol #jeonghan #seungcheol x reader #seokmin #mingyu #seungkwan #wonwoo #jeonghan x reader #wonwoo x reader #seokmin x reader #mingyu x reader #hoshi x reader #jeon wonwoo #svt seokmin #xu minghao #boo seungkwan #junhui imagines

[kaylasficrecs]

kaz brekker recs

his star | imagine, flangst | @alpurrtwhizkersss

somnum | one shot, flangst | @futurecorps3

when am i gonna lose you? | one shot, flangst | @crowsmybeloveds

touch | one shot, smut | @skiller0dani

everything | one shot, flangst | @theowritesstuff

buoy | imagine, fluff | @yelenasbraid

call me what you like | imagine, fluff | @sophierequests

touch | imagine, fluff | @thebadgerclan

pocketwatch | imagine, fluff | @writing-havoc

baby steps | two shot, fluff | @heathsbitch

your love could start a war | two shot, flangst | @heathsbitch

dust and rubble | one shot, flangst | @writing-havoc

grateful you're mine | imagine, fluff | @sophierequests

take my hand and don't let go | imagine, flangst | @sophierequests

honeycakes and sweetened words | one shot, fluff | @sophierequests

that sick bastard | one shot, flangst | @pregnant-piggy

underestimated | one shot, flangst | @jahayla-parker

nightmare | imagine, flangst | @bookishdream

healing hands | imagine, flangst | @talesofesther

a hot drink and a softer side than usual | imagine, fluff | @bey0nd-1he-stars

shattered paintings | one shot, fluff (bit of angst) | @writing-havoc

kiss it better | imagine, soft fluff | @jakescakeislateforourdate

sweetheart | imagine, fluff | @bloodwrittenballad

i'm getting used to you | two shot, fluff | @grimbanes (this is part 2 bc it's my favorite)

graphology | imagine, fluff | @syllvane

will you marry me | imagine, fluff | @goldengoddess

the lovers | imagine, fluff | @syllvane

heal his heart | one shot, flangst | @webslinger-holland

he just sounds like that | one shot, flangst (comfort!) | @amsgrey

we have past to bury | imagine, flangst | @the-sound-of-her-wings

someone could lose a heart tonight | one shot, flangst | @sophierequests

forgotten | two shot, angst | @ashessonfire

bad kind of butterflies | imagine, flangst | @midnight-rain-fics

without you on my mind | imagine, soft flangst | @genyakosstyk

three taps | one shot, flangst (comfort!) | @happyyyandcrazyyy

being in a relationship with kaz brekker | headcanon, fluff | @cammys-imagines24

deathly fever | one shot, flangst | @webslinger-holland

take it slow | one shot, soft fluff | @amsgrey

blood on your lies | imagine, flangst (comfort!) | @genyakosstyk

willow | two shot, fluffy flangst | @midnight-rain-fics (this is part 2!)

lavender haze | series | @auroravictorium

summer went away, still the yearning stays | imagine, flangst | @reputationgf

anger | imagine, fluff | @reve-writes

apple tree | imagine, fluff | @undiscovered-horizon

ease your mind | imagine, fluff | @lady-ashfade

the set-up | imagine, fluff | @reve-writes

over it all | one shot, flangst | @jahayla-parker

his anchor | imagine, flangst | @zepp-l1n

it's done | imagine, smut | @legends-of-apex

weakness | drabble, fluff | @messers-moony

#kaz brekker x reader #six of crows #grishaverse #masterlist #fic recs

[nikkeisimmer]

I just fucking love gatekeepers. They’re such whiny little shits.

Yeah, good for you, you misogynistic gatekeeping little shit. Never mind that it doesn’t take an ounce of skill to go around head-shotting opposing players in a game that requires no train of thought other than speed and reaction time to not get shot

Who gives a shit about your Call of Duty (military wanna be types) CS:GO or Apex Legends mental midget games that requires only one functional braincell to figure out the simplistic objective which is all you need to do other than selecting what weapon you’re gonna use today.

Try playing Cities:Skylines and figure out how to build a burgeoning city that meets your citizens demands or go a single day without having a Sim set themselves on fire or die on you. Try to build yourself up to 5B credits on SWTOR using crafting and the GTN all while developing your FPS skills in lightsaber combat or sniping or shooting.

Then come talk to us about “real gamers”.

Until then keep your mouth shut, you FPS trog.

#sims 3 #TS3 #gaming gatekeepers #Cities Skylines #SWTOR

[whateverivedoneididitforlove]

Banana Brain

✦; ꒰ Elliott Witt ✗ Reader꒱ ;;✦ ↴

✎ . . . Summary ⊹≫ Sometimes Elliott's insecurities consume him, luckily you're always there to remind him how much you love him.

➬ Word count ⸼ ೃ ⊹ 3,557 words.

;; "Warnings" ¡! ❞ . It gets a bit heated at the end, but nothing explicit.

⿻ – ❝ Notes〻*ೃ༄. Slightly inspired by Banana Brain by Die Antwoord.

(English is my second language, so if something sounds out of place or is misspelled, please let me know).

The Apex games were not an easy thing, even though they might seem so to many of the audience; and despite the name itself, it was no game, jumping from hundreds of meters up, reaching for a weapon as soon as you landed, fighting the other legends, taking all the injuries, working as a team to achieve a victory or lose trying; and then repeating. It wasn't for everyone, it was tiring even for the most veteran legends.

And that was why, despite the circumstances, moments like these were highly appreciated; the legends had decided to throw a party to celebrate Bangalore's decision to stay in the Apex Games. And as usual, Elliott was at the bar handling the drinks.

Mirage hummed to himself a song that had stuck in his mind, he smiled slightly as he polished a glass cup, and despite the simplicity of the task he focused all his attention on it, not even the good music and the good atmosphere of the party managed to steal his attention, but your laughter did.

One of your giggling chuckles reached his ears, he felt his chest warm at the sweet sound of your voice, he put the glass aside and looked around the ship hoping to find you with his gaze, it didn't take him long to find you, you seemed to be having a good time with Horizon and Wattson on the dance floor, a huge smile unconsciously appeared on Elliott's lips, his elbow rested on the bar while his hand was holding his cheek, a small sigh of love leaked through his lips.

— I still can't believe she’s my girlfriend. — He said to himself, too captivated by your beauty to realize that someone else had overheard him.

— Don't worry buddy, you're not the only one who still doesn't believe it. — Mirage jumped in his place, startled by the presence of somebody else.

He quickly cleared his throat and stood straight in place, faking a smile that faded as soon as he visualized the owner of that voice. Crypto remained still with a mocking grin fixed on his face.

— What do you mean I'm not the only one who doesn't believe it? — Mirage placed his hands on his waist, clearly offended and partially intrigued.

— Oh you know… — Crypto shrugged, moving even closer to the bar, placing his glass on the marble counter and giving it a little push towards Mirage. — It's hard for anyone to believe that a beauty like her really laid eyes on… You.

Mirage's expression quickly changed to furrowed brows, he opened his mouth, ready to reply to that, but the words didn't come out of his mouth, his stomach twisted unpleasantly and a strange feeling filled his chest; Tae Joon tilted his head forward, waiting for an answer, it was obvious that he simply wanted to annoy Mirage.

— Hey amigos! — One more voice joined the conversation, Elliott let out all the air he didn't even know he was holding in. — What are you talking about? — Octavio tried to enter the discussion, his voice seemed more excited and cheerful than usual, just like Crypto he placed his glass on the bar waiting for a refill.

— Nothing, I was just letting Mirage know how lucky he is to be with someone like (y/n). — Elliott rolled his eyes, grumpily grabbed both glasses and refilled them, hoping that this way both men would get back to the party.

— I have to agree, I can't believe one of the hottest girls in the outlands chose him over me. — A huge laugh filtered through Octavio's mask.

The truth was that, as much as Mirage tried to hide it, such comments were more common than he would like, and they hurt, a little too much.

Despite the feeling of sadness in his heart, he decided to disguise it. — I don't know what you're talking about, I'm as good as anyone, no, I'm not, I'm better, but you guys aren't ready for this conversation. — He placed both glasses on the bar, thinking that would be the end of the conversation, however, neither man seemed to have any intention of leaving.

— If you say so... — Crypto took his glass and brought it to his lips, enjoying the slight taste of alcohol, and then placed his glass back on the bar. — But if I were you, I'd try harder, it seems the new guy gets along with her pretty well.

— What?... — Mirage asked in disbelief.

The three young men turned to the dance floor, you looked as stunning as always, but you seemed to have found yourself a dance partner. The new legend, Newcastle, had managed to captivate the rest of the legends and apparently you as well. Mirage's heart dropped in his chest at the sight of you, you looked so happy, for a moment he wondered if you also looked that happy when you were with him.

His lips remained slightly open, waiting for something to come out of his mouth, but nothing happened, he just stood there speechless, feeling his heart squeeze in his chest, suddenly the music of the party was completely silenced, and all he could hear were the voices in his head shouting every one of his insecurities, but they were quickly silenced when he felt his body destabilize thanks to the turbulence of the ship.

"Approaching drop zone", the announcement echoed throughout the ship bringing him back to the game, the jump platforms began to descend from the floor of the ship, Octane and Crypto were no longer by his side; he frenetically looked at all the screens of the ship trying to find himself and discover who will be his teammates; his eyes glowed when he saw the image of your beautiful face next to his on the huge screens, an indicator that you would be together in this match.

The negative thoughts that were consuming him seconds ago disappeared to make way for the excitement he felt in his chest to be part of your squad, he didn't even bother to check who would be the third member of the squad, as soon as he saw your image he started to seek your figure among the multiple legends that were moving from one side to another like him trying to get to his squad. He was able to find you in a matter of seconds, his eyes locked on your figure, his body began to move on its own, making its way until finally, he was only centimeters away from you.

Eliott hopped onto the jumping platform you were on, the sound of his landing was enough to make you turn to him. — Hello beautiful. — Your face brightened at the sight of your lover. — It seems to be your lucky day, because Mirage is on your team. — Despite the confidence with which his words left his lips, inside he felt like he was going to fall to his knees for standing before you.

A small chuckle left your lips, your body moved by inertia, shortening the distance between his body and yours, your arms wrapped around his shoulders, you were able to feel his body tensing under your touch. — It seems so… — Your faces were only inches away from touching and that only increased Elliott's nervousness, it had been a while since you started dating and you still had that effect on him.

His hands moved awkwardly to your waist, as he tried desperately to suppress his nervousness. — Now that you're here, I had no doubt that we will win. — One of your hands moved to his cheek, Mirage let himself be carried away by the warmth of your skin, his wild heart seemed to find calm and his nervousness disappeared completely, after all, he knew that you loved him. — You look very handsome today, I could eat you up with kisses. — You said flirtatiously.

Elliott swallowed hard, your comment had caught him off guard. — Really?... — He asked doubtfully, but at the same time anxious and shyly desperate for your lips.

— Really… — You could feel the heat of his lips, only a ridiculously small distance separating the two of you.

Elliott’s heart was beating wildly inside his chest, its palpitations were so strong he could swear you could feel it, he closed his eyes, waiting for the impact of your lips on his, but instead, the only impact he felt was the ship destabilizing once again, this time without giving him a chance to stabilize himself, the weight of his body dragging him backward, his feet were on the edge of the jump pad and his poor balance added to the movement of the ship prevented him from recovering his stability. Fortunately for him, a strong grip was placed on his right arm, and he was dragged roughly back to safety.

— Hey, I like your excitement, but you could have waited for me before jumping in. — Mirage's spirits dropped to the floor when he recognized that voice, but your own seemed to rise with the arrival of the third member of the squad. Newcastle turned to you and smiled kindly. — Hey little one. — Newcastle looked at the map, glancing at each of the possible landing points. — So, what's the plan?

— Well, umm... — Mirage babbled. — We were, we were working on that just before you showed up.

A short chuckle left Jackson's lips, knowing quite well that the two of you were more focused on eating each other. — What about there? — Newcastle pointed to one of the nearby points of Storm Point waiting for an answer from you.

Mirage looked at the spot, not too sure of the choice knowing that most teams would most likely land there.

— That's good enough for me. — You replied, without giving either of them enough time to protest you took enough strength and jumped into the sky confident of winning the game with your team.

Both men simply watched you descend.

Jackson laughed watching your figure get more and more faded due to the altitude.— I like her energy. — Elliott snorted at the comment, but Jackson didn't seem to notice. Following in your footsteps, the new legend leaped to finally drop down.

With no other choice, Mirage finally jumped in after the two of you, wishing the match would end as soon as possible so he could once again find himself in the warmth of your arms.

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Even though the start of the match had been rough, your squad had managed to place in the top four squads, you and Newcastle had done your best to take out as many enemies as possible, while Elliott seemed to be in his own world, by this point he had been knocked down on four separate occasions, and while he couldn't deny that he loved the attention you gave him when he was injured, he couldn't stand to see how Newcastle had done more for the team than he had; or worse, he couldn't stand to see how you and Newcastle managed to work so well together without even trying.

“Final round - Beginning Ring countdown.”

— Well, it looks like we have this match in the bag. — You agreed with Jackson, at this point you weren't willing to lose.

"Finally" was all Elliott could think, just a couple more teams and this would be over. Finally, it could be just you and him alone, cuddling on his couch, inside the comfort of his room, sharing some victory kisses, getting your whole attention, and again, he sank into his mind, standing still with a smitten smile on his face.

— Elliott! Look out! — His body snapped out of surprise, being brought back to reality by your voice. As quickly as you could you grabbed his arm and pulled him to you, moving him from his place, a place that in a matter of seconds was hit by dozens of bullets.

An enemy team had found you, and certainly, the terrain was not to your advantage, there was nowhere to take cover, and running didn't seem to be an option, fortunately, Jackson was prepared. — Clamping down so we can fight on. — As quickly as the shots were fired his wall was already deployed in front of you effectively covering you from the enemy.

You knelt, a shiver running through your body as your back touched the coldness of the wall, Elliott was still in your arms, certainly comfortable but stunned at the same time. — Are you okay? — You asked quickly examining his body for injuries, but he looked fine.

— Yeah I just… — He cleared his throat, pulling himself together and getting back in the game. — I'm fine. — His voice was low, apologetic that he had almost been knocked down again.

You smiled sweetly at him, held his cheek tenderly, and left a small kiss on his forehead. A sigh left your lover's lips at your touch, he could feel his face burning as he melted into your touch, but as much as you both wanted to stay that way for the rest of the day you both had something to do.

You stood up with Mirage following you, you turned to Jackson who was already firing.

— Thank you so much. — You thanked him, without his wall you would probably have been eliminated already. — I have to admit that was pretty cool. — You complimented him, trying to be kind.

Newcastle just looked at you smiling, taking the compliment with pride. — As long as you're near me, you're safe.

The happiness Mirage had felt just a few seconds ago was gone again, but why? Why did it bother him so much to see how you smiled at Jackson and how he smiled back at you? Well, it was probably because he was a mess in every way, while Newcastle seemed to be the complete opposite, strong, calm, quick, naturally funny, and charming.

That was when Crypto's words echoed in his head, and perhaps, he wanted to agree with him, why had you chosen him? You could have chosen Octavio, who is a millionaire and a huge internet celebrity, or maybe Fuse who was charming and funny, or possibly even Bloodhound who while reserved would surely be a passionate lover, or even Crypto, who was extremely bright and always seemed to be right. But why him?

Mirage growled under his breath, knowing that this was no time to drown in his insecurities, he made up his mind, he could be cool too, but maybe this wasn't the best time to be cool. He slipped out of the wall, running in the middle of the open field in clear sight, he heard you screaming his name, but he didn't stop, he activated his ultimate, hiding among the multiple holograms that looked just like him; a smile spread across his face as the enemy team hit his holograms instead of him, he continued on his way, managing to position himself behind the enemy without being noticed, or so he thought, he pointed his weapon, ready to attack, but someone was faster than him.

Revenant had knocked him down in just a few seconds. — Damn it. — He whispered under his breath, completely frustrated by his poor performance, but mostly disappointed with himself.

And as expected Revenant showed no mercy, executing Elliott and enjoying his elimination.

Despite Mirage's plan failing, the distraction was enough for you and Jackson to close in and take down Revenant's companions, and eventually, you took down the simulacrum without any trouble at all.

— Oh Elliott… — You said saddened as you recovered your sweetheart's banner, there was no respawn beacon available, so now it was just the two of you. You would have loved to reach victory along with your beloved trickster.

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Once again the music inundated the dropship, the match was over, and indeed, your squad had come out on top, the party continued, this time, the atmosphere was calmer and more relaxing because it was the end of a long day.

And yet, despite the atmosphere of the place, Mirage couldn't help but sink into his sadness, it was so uncharacteristic of him. You knew something was wrong, but when you tried to talk to him he denied it and insisted that you enjoyed the party. And you tried, knowing that maybe that wasn't the time to talk, but it killed you to see him like that, you stopped to watch him from the dance floor, you felt your heart clench to see him like that, you needed to do something, you needed him to be okay.

Witt sighed once more, his eyes fixed on his hands resting on the bar, his questions and insecurities kept replaying in his mind over and over again, his thoughts were so strong that he didn't even realize you had approached him.

Your hand moved to his shoulder getting his attention, his eyes lit up at the sight of you, but the reflection of his sadness was still there.

— Oh, hey babe! — He straightened up in his chair, trying to hide his sorrow, multiple babbles began to leave his lips, trying to distract you from his current state.

— Elliott. — Your voice finally quietened him, he looked you in the eye, knowing there was nothing he could do to hide anymore, your hands moved to his cheeks, holding his face.  — What's wrong? — You asked in a whisper, trying to bring him peace, you examined his face, looking for any hint of anything.

Mirage closed his eyes, thinking about how to say what he was feeling, somewhat embarrassed to say it out loud. — Why? why me? — He questioned you, his voice trembling with each syllable.

— What? — Your eyebrows twitched in confusion.

— Why did you choose me? why do you love me? do you really... love me? — Elliott's voice quickened with each question, afraid to know the answers.

You stood still for a few seconds, causing Witt's anxiety to only increase.

— Oh Elliott… — Your face softened, your thumb began to trace small circles on your boyfriend's skin.  — Is that what this is all about?

Mirage barely nodded, hoping that your words might ease the weight on his heart.

— Throughout my life I have doubted many things, but I have never doubted my love for you. — Mirage's shoulders slumped in relief, he felt his heart's heaviness grow lighter and lighter. — You are the only one for me Elliott, there is no more charismatic, funny, passionate, handsome, talented, smart, and braver man than you.

Elliott could feel his heart ease at your words, a huge sigh of relief left his lips, letting out the air he had been holding, the sadness faded from his eyes and he finally sank into your touch, his hands moved to rest on yours that still held his cheeks; his heart was now calm.

A smile came across your face, a small chuckle slipped through your lips, Mirage's eyes widened with curiosity. — Banana brain you’re the apple of my eye. — You teased him affectionately, using the nickname you used sometimes when he was being "silly". — Baby you were sent to me.

Elliott's cheeks flushed red, but he still couldn't help smiling. This time, tired of waiting, he decided to take the initiative, reached up to your face from his seat, and captured your lips in a kiss that you instantly reciprocated. Witt's hands left your hands to move to your waist, you could taste the alcohol on his lips but you couldn't recognize what kind of drink it was. You wanted more, you wanted to taste every corner of his mouth, your stomach fluttered with excitement as your tongue begged for permission to enter Elliott's mouth, and of course, Witt didn't resist you.

Your tongue pushed inside him, tasting your boyfriend's mouth, a small moan broke from Elliott's lips at the familiar sensation of your tongue, you felt his hands tremble with excitement at your waist.

Your breathing became frenetic, almost desperate, your body wrapped in a familiar warmth. You felt the air slowly leave your lungs, but your lips refused to let go of Elliott's lips. Finally, you pulled away just a couple of inches, loudly exhaling all the air you needed; you looked at Elliott, his face was dyed bright red, and his chest was rising and falling trying to catch the air he had lost.

Your eyes remained fixed on him, admiring the handsomeness of your boyfriend. — Stay with me tonight… — You whispered, longing for this moment with him to last forever. — Cause I'm having the best time of my life. — You smiled, noticing the little sparkle that lit up his eyes.

You went back to his lips, your hands moved to his hair, tangling your fingers in his brunette locks. You felt Elliott's fingers cling to your waist, you were both thirsty for more, but making out in the middle of a party with all the legends around might not have been the best option.

Elliott broke off abruptly. — Can we go somewhere more private? — He mumbled shyly, his heavy breathing making it difficult for him to articulate the words. — Please... — He begged anxiously for more than your lips.

You smiled mischievously, knowing perfectly well where this was going. — Your room then. — You quickly pecked his cheek, grabbed his hand, and started walking with him behind you as you made your way to his room, no doubt, the best time of your life.

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[danddymaro]

Make Love | Revenant x fem Reader

A very soft Revenant 

sfw fluff

Word Count: 992

Make Love

The red-painted beast that hovered over you and cages you down, held a beauty unlike anyone else. 

His eyes glowed so wonderfully with that light that resembled a burning, wild flame, that it somehow transferred heat to you like the gentle touch of the sun.

When it came to his touches, they wavered from a dangerous rake of a cold, deadly end, to a soft caress of nimble fingers that ghosted over your form, the icy trail that would be left by the metal somehow burning instead. 

How strange to think that such a cold creature could be so warm, so inviting, and a peaceful oasis when his arms spread open for you to take your place in them. 

The simulacrum was as he was intended to be,  a mechanical menace, one holding more sharp edges than a dark cave riddled with falling icicles, and yet, you were quick to hold him. 

You were quick to melt and sigh in peace when he returned the favor, pulling you close, sometimes too tightly. 

- But you never complained, you only wheezed out a breath that held a gentle amusement as you thought of how this was his version of ' Don't go.'

And his kisses, so tender and inexplicably soft said other things too. 

'I missed you,' those were said with a press to your wrists, the lips always placed on the same spot, just a few centimeters lower than the joint, right over your little hidden cluster of veins.

'You're mine,' those were right at your neck, right over an artery, right at your vulnerability  and directly to the red ropes that are so closely associated with your brain. 

'- Remember that,' it translates as he performs them, and certainly when he glowers at anyone that watches. 

To any one else he looks like a predator with a kill caged in it’s jab, but to you it feels like yet another declaration of love, another way he lets you know you hold a place no other has in either of his lifetimes. 

His hands hold your waist tightly during each one, and while to others it seems like it’s to keep you trapped, it's really so his hands are full of you.

- It’s so you can riddle more of his senses.

And lastly,  there are those he gives you on the lips, where his hands hold your head in his big hands as he angles you to get a full press. 

Those hold many meanings. 

'I love you. ' that’s one.

'I ache for you,’ that’s when he releases a sound similar to a soft whine.

'I've waited for this,' If he had eyes, they’d close, they’d shut tight as he gives you these.

You're on his mind constantly, like a virus that's embedded in his software, and he can't get you out, he doesn't want to get you out. 

 No one could ever imagine him to be so tame, so weak and completely submissive, effortlessly beckoned by fingers so tiny compared to his, once curled into a fist, his entire hand can consume your own.

He nearly purrs at your touch, and he murmurs lowly in a voice that's somehow altered to sound sweeter, 

"Tell me..." he starts, hooking one of your legs, "Tell me you want this..."  he says, and briefly you remember the first time he'd delivered that line. 

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.

.

You'd been on his lap, your jaw held by his hand as his face had been pressed to your shoulder, running the cold press of his lips over the base before traveling over your neck, skimming over the spot he now has picked as his favorite and so frequently visits.

You'd said his name, somewhere in between that graze and the sensation of his other fingers petting your soaked sex. 

 You murmured his name, airily, needily. 

The cute, repeated exhale had its effect on him, and as he delivered the line, the tarty demeanor that was meant to make you feel feeble and in his hands had faltered. 

And you swore you'd heard a tremor in his voice. 

His thumb that had been so close to the corner of your mouth had felt the little curl happen, and as a warning, he pressed down his claws to your flesh to save himself of whatever it was that had him so weak.

"I want this..." you said with furrowed brows, truthful, though wondering who needed it more between the two of you. 

- And you just want to kiss him, smoother him, give him more love that he could have ever imagined.

Briefly, your (e/c) colored eyes searched for him, looking down to find his gaze already on your face, memorizing every line and edge of yours. 

"I want you..." You confessed, and for a moment he seems as though he doesn’t know what to do with himself. He preforms with a lag before he seems like the same certain beast that wants to do nothing more than to devour you for his own hunger, the same one that doesn’t know love or what it is that’s making him feel so weak.

“I want you, “ you say, your voice soft, but holding strength behind the proclamation. 

- You want him, and no one else. 

Your hands both move, caressing the sides of his face lovingly as you hold his cheeks. Slowly, you lean up, your eyes fluttering close as you greet him with a kiss, 

“Caleb....” 

You use his name, his real name, before everything, and it makes him even softer. 

If you could only understand how much it means to him to hear your voice utter his real name, so tenderly, so sweetly that if he were human, specs of bittersweet drops would rain down on you at the very breath.

His forehead presses close to yours while he admires you, musing over how before you, he hadn’t known what it was to make love.

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[msblazer]

“Annoying Skin Suit”

Revenant x Reader

(Enemies to Lovers)

|Part 1|

07-05-22

1.5k words

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Copy and pasted from my Wattpad new one shots book:

Wattpad: @Ms_Blazer

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Revenant x F!Reader

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Where the reader is not afraid of the murderous simulacrum, who hates her back for it. They have a continuous rivalry on who would loose their minds first and finally snap.

Warnings:

-Cursing

-Violence

-Blood

Extra:

Best friends: Natalie, Octavio

-possible spelling errors!

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"Hey (Name)! Good job today, you did great." Anita patted your back. "Yes! You were fantastic (Name)!" Natalie beamed, her French accent could be heard very clearly." "Thanks guys, you both did amazing today as well."

You smiled back. The three women continue to talk about the match they won together while walking down the hall towards the main room to the other legends.

"Oh! (Name)? May I ask you something?" Natalie asked. You turned to face one of your beset friends while tilting your head. "You just did, but of course go on." Natalie giggled before asking. "Did you encounter you know who during today's match?" You nodded.

"Yeah I did actually, I saw him looting on his own so I decided to take that to my advantage. I knocked him down but-" You were cut off from your sentence when you felt a very rough shove to the shoulder. "Get out of my way skin suit." Natalie let out a little squeak and hid behind Anita slightly.

You looked at his back as he started to walk away. "Haha! Still salty about the match today hey? Imagine getting downed by an 'Annoying Skin Suit' like me!" (Name) taunted.

"(Name) I don't think that's a great idea- he's emitting smoke" Anita warned. Natalie was still behind Anita for cover. Suddenly Revenant spun around so quick it scared Natalie to the point she let out a scream of fear. Anita staggered.

(Name) raised an eyebrow at the simulacrum in amusement. "Sorry (Name), don't get yourself too hurt." Anita apologised as she ran after Natalie who had already taken off in the original direction the three of you were going.

"Lookie, it seems your little friends left you girlie..." Revenant slowly started to make his way towards you. "Did you really think by just knocking me down during that match was going to get anything to benefit you? Your status?"

"Yeah actually, surprise! I've got a tracker on how many times I've knocked you down 'Revie'." (Name) glared. Revenant growled. He has already lost his temper and now his patience was slowly decreasing.

"You better shut up before this ends worse for you than the other time I shot you down." "Try me asshole." Revenant's eyes turned into a blood red glow and he sprinted towards the smaller human. (Name) grinned and gave him a small wave before disappearing into thin air. Revenant missed his attack and started to look around for you.

He heard a laugh from behind him and quickly turned around to see you a couple of meter away from him down the hall. He rushed forward again.

Just before he could punch you, you appeared behind him in a flash and kicked the back of the abdomen part of his body, which was covered in leather. He let out a grunt and quickly turned in your direction.

You quickly teleported behind him again as his fist came towards you. This pattern continued for a few more seconds before his fist suddenly collided into your stomach mid air which took out the air in your lungs.

You get out a yell of pain and fell a meter down till your body collided with the floor. You saw Revenant about to raise his foot to kick you, you quickly rolled away. His foot still collided with your nose and you let out a groan of pain.

He didn't kick you hard enough to break your nose. The two of you saw the blood from your injury splatter onto the floor. Clutching your nose you got up quickly and turn to Revenant who still looked pissed but slightly...uncomfortable?

You felt the blood pouring down the hand that was clutching to your nose with light patters of the liquid meeting the ground below. You quickly mumbled a small "fuck you" before disappearing into the air leaving a light blue powder from where you stood.

The powder floated down, some mixing with the crimson blood on the ground where it turned into a violet purple colour.

Revenant growled and kicked a plant pot across the hall, shattering it in the process as he continued to make his way back to his own assigned room. As he walked he realised that you only lightly damaged some of the leather on his body.

It was nothing compared to the damage you could do with your bare hands during any of the matches which confused him, yet he shrugged it off and continued to walk away.

You quickly reappeared in some random room. "Eep! (Name)!? You scared me half to death! Don't randomly appear like that!" Natalie yelped at your sudden appearance.

"Relax Nat, we've seen each other naked so even if you were doing something with Mr. Speed Devil I wouldn't care and just leave you two to do your thing" (Name) grumbled as she started to make her way towards Nat's bathroom.

"(Name)! That stuff doesn't happen! Stop making things up!" Natalie stammered. You let out a small "mhm" as you were about to open the door to the bathroom to find the first aid kit. "(Name) are you okay...? You're bleeding, wait where are you goi- wait! Don't open the door!" Too late. (Name) opened the door and saw a panicking Octavio inside. Thankfully fully clothed, minus the mask and goggles.

"AH! Aha- hOlA aMiGo! FiNe dAy iSn'T It?" He stuttered as he leaned on the sink counter. You turned around to Nat. "Like I said. I don't care"

(Name) made her way towards Octavio who was sweating from anxiousness. "Can you move?" You asked. Octavio moved away immediately. "Yeah, sorry amigo..." you hummed in acceptance.

You quickly took out the med kit from the cupboard. "(Name) do you need any help?" Natalie asked. "That would be great actually" (Name) finally let go of her bleeding nose.

You both heard Octavio let out a hiss sound. "Ow, that's gotta hurt. What did you do? Teleport into a wall?" Octavio joked. (Name) shook her heard. "No, it was-" you let out a hiss of pain as Natalie started to clean off the blood around your nose.

"As I was saying, it was Revenant" You answered. Octavio tasked. "Of course it was, that metal headed punk. I would beat his ass if he wouldn't kill me first with a simple glare" Octavio shivered. You let out a laugh which you immediately regretted as you felt the pain come back to your nose.

"GAH that hurts like a bitch..." You growled. Natalie was about to put on some alcoholic disinfectant. "Oh, HELL NO" You yelled as you saw her approaching with the piece of cotton that had the 'evil liquid' you referred it to in her hand. Before you could get up you heard Nat yell "HOLD HER DOWN" and you felt a strong pair of hands hold you down.

"NO. LET ME GO RIGHT FUCKING NOW. YOU AREN'T GOING TO PUT THAT SHIT ON ME." (Name) yelled. You could probably be heard down the hall by other people walking by. "I'll make it quick! I promise!" "Well will you hurry up amor?! She isn't that easy to hold down you know!" Natalie quickly began to disinfect some of the cuts.

The long yell of curses and shouts could be heard down the hall. A minute of yelling passes and it is quiet again.

"Jesus (Name)! One of the most skilled and someone with a large amount of endurance from bullets and a nearly broken nose, yet your most vulnerable to some alcohol disinfectant?! Seriously?!" Octavio exclaimed.

You sat up silently. The room was awkwardly quiet. Natalie began to put a bandage on your nose. You were still quiet the entire time. A few moments pass and Natalie finishes applying the bandage. "I'm an idiot." (Name) mumbled.

Natalie immediately began to comfort you "no you're not (Name)! Don't be so hard on yourself. Maybe challenging Revenant to a fight was stu-" Natalie was then cut off.

"I could have just had teleported away before you could but that evil liquid on me...GODDAMNIT." You huffed. Octavio started to laugh. Natalie began to giggle and you soon joined in laughing.

As the three of you bonded while playing a video game that Natalie had saved for Octavio for when he came over to her room and eating snacks together and laughing, you didn't notice a certain simulacrum listening in from the hallway while you got your injury treated.

He huffed and continued to walk away to where ever he was going.

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Ahh! Here is part 1 finished! I had a lot of fun writing this one. I'm excited to write part 2. (Maybe even a part 3?) I hope you enjoyed reading this! Thanks for reading!

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[crazy-fandom-madness]

A new legend aboard Revenant x Reader

My last one did well so here is more Rev ya simps I’m looking forward to making more of these I am new to this

Summary: your the newest legend to join the games and you take interest in a certain someone

Words 1k+

Sfw/ Typical Rev/ Ansty/ Fluffy End

Yep it was true you are the newest legend to join that game. To say your excited was an understatement, you couldn’t believe you were in the Apex Games. “You must be the new legend? I’m Lifeline but you can call me Ajay.” A kind voice with a accent could be heard you turn to see a girl with space buns and what seemed to be a robot companion. “Yep that would be me.” You greeted back taking note she was a medic. “Well let me introduce you to everyone I’m sure they would love to meet you.” She started walking to the main hangout there you saw many different people, you would be lying if you said it didn’t make you nervous. Suddenly a man with goggles approach you. “Your new right I’m Elliot but you can call me anytime.” He shot up finger guns and winked looking a bit awkward himself. “Mirage! Sorry about him I’m wraith.” She walked off pulling the man known as Mirage with her, after getting to know some more people and just hanging out. You noticed one you haven’t met yet pointing to him you ask.

“What about him I don’t think we have met?” Ajay turns to see who you are pointing at but she just sees him roll his eyes and walk away. “That’s our friend Revenant.” Path said with his iconic smile.“Don’t worry about him he’s well cold not worth trying to know him.” Bangalore said basically ignoring pathfinder. You turn back to watch he leave “challenge accepted.” You whispered to yourself, after learning how to play in the games you had some down time. This was perfect time to see what was up with that robot. Seeing him you walk over with your hand out. “Hi I don’t think we have met.” You put your hand down and look at him as if you did something wrong. “Leave me alone skin suit.” Is all he had to say but you were not going to give up. The simulacrum known as Revenant was really interesting to you, of course there are other robots here but Revenant was different. To be honest you might have a little crush on him he did watch you a lot. “Come on don’t be like that I want to get to know you we will eventually have a match together.” He just looked at you. “Why do you care.” It wasn’t even a question more of a statement. “I just want to get to know you I think your cool.” Cool? Him? Well that was something he had never heard before.

He was about to say something but Bangalore was telling everyone to go to bed. As you entered your room you thought it could use some decorating, something you could do later. getting into bed you lay there not able to sleep but a yellow light catch’s your attention, a little nervous you turn on the lamp. It was Revenant in the door way he invited himself in. “Well ask away I have nothing better to do.” Confused you ask. “What are you talking about?” A sigh left him. “You want to get to know me right? So ask.” He stood beside your bed. “Oh right well I don’t know I just think your cool I think robots are really fascinating.” He looks down at you with a huh. “There are two other bots here skin suit why me.” Cuz you liked him. You pushed these thoughts away you just met him. You had to make something up on the spot. “Well you just seem different.” He saw right through that lie you knew it. “Huh is that so?” He totally saw you blushing there was no hiding it.

He moved closer to you looking right in your eyes. “I know there is more to it no need to lie it just wastes my time.” Getting nervous you had to admit he did look really intimidating. “I guess I like you. There are you happy now.” He backed up and left the room. Not even looking back at you it was weird. There was no need to over think it right now you went to sleep thinking he would talk to you about it tomorrow. As morning came he didn’t say a word to you, but he did watch you. You would look back but nothing he was just standing and watching. This went on for a while and you were mad. He basically mad you confess just to watch from a distance and ignore you. You had enough. “What is your problem?” You were trying to keep your cool but it was hard. “What are you taking about.” Of course he’s going to act like nothing happened. “Why did you make me confess just to ignore me like this?” At this point you were holding in tears you didn’t want him to see you like this. But god it hurt.

He just looked at you like he always did and pulled you aside. Sure you had only been here for a few months but he was playing with your feelings, and you were sick of it. “Listen I’m not good with this kind of stuff.” He seemed calm almost like he wanted to make you ever more mad. “No you listen you’ve been playing with me feelings from day one do you like me back or not? I can’t keep doing this back and forth.” Your tears are gone and anger fills you as you ask, hoping he gives the answer you want. “Ugh yes skin suit how oblivious are you?” What he liked you this whole time? No he has to be lying there’s no way. “Yea I guess I am cuz standing and staring isn’t really a way for letting me know.” You still had anger in you but you felt happy he somewhat felt that same. “We can be together if you want but not in front of the others but they will know you’re mine.” Letting out a laugh you agree to this, it was hard at first. He didn’t hug you or anything in front of the other legends but alone he was so kind and caring, well as much as a murder bot could be.

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[thebliznet]

Bloodhound X Fuse Moments

The Waiting Game One-Shot

Rated: PG-13

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Also, listen to this song while reading:

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[roast-ghost-toast]

Delighting In Ideas At Dusk

Bloodhound/Reader

Summary: A few 'innocent' questions lead to some not-so-innocent ideas, and maybe some kissing.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/41191482

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