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monstersdownthepath · 3 years

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Mega Milestone Monster: Baba Yaga, the Queen of Witches

CR 30/MR 10

Neutral Evil Medium Humanoid

Adventure Path: Reign of Winter: The Witch Queen’s Revenge, pg. 74~75

Happy birthday to me! And what better way to celebrate it than with Dearest Grandmother? Our latest and, perhaps, our greatest Mega Milestone Monster comes in the form of the mighty Queen of Witches herself, the most powerful single mage who ever was, is, and will be (provided she has any say in the matter). THE Witch, THE Hag, THE Archmage, wandering in her Dancing Hut across creation to scrape its edges and pry its secrets from its seams. The Runelords are viewed as squabbling children by the Old Crone, whereas the Whispering Tyrant--the greatest threat to Golarion in history--is seen as little more than a fool straining for toys he’s much too young to be playing with. It took her less than a month to stomp all over the northern lands of Golarion and unite them under her rule as the nation of Irrisen simply because it reminded her of home.

She has been all over the cosmos a dozen times over, and all doors are open to her. From the castles of irrisen, to the gates of the great planes, to the very edge of time itself, to every tavern in Golarion, all doors open for Dear Grandmother and creatures of every stripe and power bend their knees in her presence. Kings, grand mages, high priests, and even gods treat her as equal (or better), because she is; the only reason she hasn’t ascended is because the idea of anyone praying to her for aid fills her with absolute disgust. She left her home on Earth for this very reason, repulsed by so many seeking her aid and vying for her attention when she simply wished to do her own thing. To condemn herself to an eternity of batting away supplicants and sycophants is an idea of Hell she would prefer not to explore, and so she remains content to put off her journey to godhood for the time being.

Motivated almost entirely by her own curiosity, Baba Yaga aligns herself with no god or fiend, serves no power other than her own, and obeys no order that does not serve to amuse her... Unless that order is given by the Old-Mage Jatembe, the First Wizard, the singular being in creation that the Old Crone seems to begrudgingly respect. It’s said that every once on a great while, the Old-Mage and the Old Crone meet in a quaint little tavern somewhere off the coast of Garund to speak with one another and catch each other up on the journeys they’ve taken across time, and during these meetings, Jatembe names a single good deed that Baba Yaga must perform before their next encounter. Why he can do such a thing and, more importantly, why she listens is something known only to the two, a secret that will likely never be revealed until one finally outwits and outstrips the other.

... But we all know you’re not only here for lore, are you? After all, as you can see above, Baba Yaga has a CR. A CR and a Mythic Tier, no less, putting her firmly at the apex of the Pathfinder Pyramid, a spot she shares with only a single other entity in the entirety of Paizo’s continuity: The Shadow of Time, the Echo of the Watcher. Yes, this means that the only creature as strong as the Old Crone is the avatar of the setting’s overgod, which should give you an idea of what will happen to the average party if they attempt to stand up to her. Much like the likes of the Tarrasque, the Archdevils, the Demon Lords, and other CR 25+ entities, Baba Yaga is more of an event to be experienced than a being to be fought, because if played to her full potential, there is nothing a non-Mythic party can do against her to last more than one or two rounds and barely anything a Mythic party can do if she rolls even moderately alright Initiative.

To properly know everything Baba Yaga is capable of, I had to open three books and eight tabs to even start grasping just how gruesomely outmatched anything standing against her is. Below I will give you a small sampling of what you can expect to face should you wish to contend with the Queen of Witches.

To begin, the greatest challenge you must face when wishing to battle the Queen of Witches is to know that she’s smarter than you. She’s smarter than you, than anyone, than everyone, because she has an Intelligence score of 46, the highest Int score of any single being in any book. She can trade mental blows with demigods, the Four Horsemen, and Great Old Ones and come out on top, with the only creature even coming close being Jatembe sitting at 41. She is staggeringly intelligent and unbelievably cunning to the point that even trying to outsmart her is impossible, and before you cry out that I’m just singing her praises for no reason, the book literally states she was born perfect. That’s not a joke! It says right in the book she was “born as a perfect specimen of humanity,” her stats being generated from a 25 point buy rather than the 15 other NPCs are made from.

Outsmarting her is unfeasible, but catching her by surprise might get you a few extra seconds (provided you don’t try scrying, because Reverse Scrying just means she has even more of a heads-up). You’ll have to move fast, though, because if she manages to pull Mythic Haste onto herself and her Dancing Hut--always loyal, always near--the battle is halfway over already. The spell list on her page is merely a suggestion because, as the Queen of Witches, she knows every Witch and Wizard spell, can invent completely new spells with just a bit of research, and even learn spells from other class lists, up to and including pulling Divine spells from the Cleric or Paladin into her head and converting them into Arcane spells for her own use. The biggest danger to your party is giving her a single round, because in that round she can make use of one of the scariest possible combinations a Mythic caster can pull off: Wild Arcana and Coupled Arcana.

Coupled Arcana allows Baba Yaga to use any of her Mythic abilities as a free action when she uses a Hex, and Wild Arcana is a Mythic ability that uses one charge of her Mythic power (of which she has 23) that lets her cast any Arcane spell (which can technically be a Divine spell thanks to Queen of Witches) with a casting time of 1 standard action or less without expending a spell slot. With Hexes like Evil Eye, Agony, and Death Curse at her disposal and the Cackling Hag’s Blouse magic item on her, she can perform the following chain in a single round:

Evil Eye or Agony as 1 action ->Coupled Arcana activates-> Wild Arcana spell cast

Cackle as move action ->CA-> Wild Arcana

Cackle as a swift action due to Cackling Hag’s Blouse ->CA-> Wild Arcana

That’s SIX actions in a single turn (or eight if she blows a mythic charge on Amazing Initiative, which lets her use another non-spell standard action, like a Hex), three of which are spells that could potentially end the encounter right away, especially if they’re Augmented. With the Split Hex and Split Major Hex feats, she can spread the Evil Eye and Agony around to two people at once and extend them both with Cackle, or target two victims at once with Death Curse. Because of Mythic Hexes, non-Mythic targets receive no saving throw against her Hexes on the first round, assuring Death Curse will stick and fatigue the victim, but you wouldn’t be silly enough to try taking on Dear Grandmother when you weren’t Mythic yourself, right? Not that you’ll likely stay Mythic for long, considering Steal Power (which transfers 1d4 charges of Mythic power from the target to the caster) is a spell on both the Witch and Wizard spell list, and it can be combo’d via Wild Arcana.

Agony is especially, well, agonizing, because it causes nausea for 20 rounds, and her Slumber Hex can instantly knock two foes out of the battle, allowing Baba Yaga’s cronies (or Hut) to Coup de Grace the sleeping fools for an instant kill. And if you think surviving her curses will save you, wrong! Because Mythic Accursed Hex means even if you weather ONE casting of Agony, Death Curse, or Slumber, the next one is near-assured to hit true, because the saving throw against them is made with disadvantage.

And this isn’t even going into other fun combinations, such as Channel Power (which causes spells to deal half-again as much damage, double their duration, ignore Spell Resistance, and impose a -2 penalty to saves ALL for the cost of 1 point of Mythic power) with something like Disintegrate, Prismatic Spray, Suffocation, or any Dominate spell, the Throw Spell (which gives all her touch spells a 100ft range for 1 Mythic point) with anything like Greater Bestow Curse Touch of Slime, or Harm, or using Wild Arcana with her Hexes to combo healing spells into herself (including plain ol Heal) and hurting spells for you, and other amazing abilities my puny mind struggles to fully comprehend. Honestly, the most staggering part of playing Baba Yaga is remembering everything she can do.

But with all of that, why not a quick look further down at her sheet for abilities that are actually unique to her? For example, one of her most paranoid preparations to assure that stripping her of her armory of magic items (and it’s a serious armory; she’s got more magic items on her than some entire kingdoms have in their whole inventory) is the last thing some smarmy Time-Stop-wielding Wizard will ever do is inscribing her body with no fewer than FIVE permanent Symbols of Death. Two on her feet, one on her chest, one on her forehead, and one on her back. Revealing even one of them can spell the end for someone standing too close to her, but unveiling two, three, or all five can quickly burn through even the largest tide of summons a caster matching her Coupled Arcana shenanigans can manage.

Another fun unique ability she has is her Hut Familiar; so long as her Dancing Hut exists (and her Dancing Hut cannot stop existing unless you somehow steal her eye for a lovely catch-22 scenario), she has insurmountable Regeneration 20, DR 10/Epic and Good, and an extra 300 hitpoints (for a total of 782)! Her advanced age and in-built spell wards also render her immune to all instant encounter-enders like mind-affecting effects, poison, paralysis, and petrification, the Mythic ability Unstoppable makes all attempts to halt or alter her movement irrelevant, and of COURSE she’s Immortal!

Not just any old-school average Mythic Immortality, though, she’s got the primo, top-shelf, true Immortality typically reserved for Great Old Ones! She comes back to life 24 hours later as if by True Resurrection no matter how badly mangled she is or if you’ve destroyed her body utterly. No, the only way to stop the Witch Queen is to find the Death she’s removed from her body and release it back into her, something the book offers no details on at all, not even a vague hint as to where her Death could be hidden or how it’s to be released back into her. It’s very likely she’s hidden such a precious thing where it’s just flat-out impossible to find, perhaps thrown over the edge of the Isle of Stethelos so it appears so far in the future that nothing could ever possibly survive to reach it, or hidden at the bottom of all creation, or even just tucked away in a silent, unremarkable demiplane drifting in the infinite Astral.

As I said, Baba Yaga is meant to be experienced, not fought. Even with the likes of the mighty Leviathan or the Spawn of Rovagug, a powerful level 20+ party could stand against them.. yet if Dear Grandmother is given an inch, she will take a mile, and she is made all the more dangerous by her sheer, overwhelming intelligence and the 500-year adventuring career she’s had. She is a one-woman adventuring party, and she has won Pathfinder. All she’s really doing now is putting off her grand prize of ascension because she wants to keep exploring the game world, trying to find secrets she didn’t see before and poking around the new zones the developers keep adding.

It makes you wonder how she got bamboozled in the Reign of Winter Adventure Path, doesn’t it?

You can read her entire stat block here, but to understand it you’ll need to either open 10 more tabs or have intimate knowledge of the Mythic system.

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unholyplumpprincess · 3 years

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Take Care of You

Fic for @fyeahnix ! Thank you so much for your patience during this!!! This also is a sequel for her other fic, ‘Don’t wanna forget a thing’, but can be read as a stand alone!

Ao3 link here

Summary: Wraith and her no good, awful, terrible day. Nothing is going right, stress is piling up, plans aren't going right, and to top it all off she can't sleep. She's gonna have to finally suck up her pride and ask her girlfriend to come over and help her sleep. But, Anita has better plans than just sleeping to help ease her girlfriend.Or! In which Anita takes care of Wraith in more ways than just helping her de-stress.

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Fandom: Apex Legends

Relationship: Bangalore/Wraith

Warnings: R18+/NSFT, fluffy moments, mentions of Wraith’s depression, Anita tops with a dragon dildo and it’s gr8, rimming + anal play

Words: 9.5k

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Life could be cruel.

A statement that Wraith had made herself familiar with for quite some time. Though, she supposes, that this could not be the cruelest it could be. No, this was nothing like when she found out of her past- or... one of her pasts. It could get confused on who and which ‘she’ she was thinking of. Or even if they were a ‘she’ at all. Or what path, which life, which people, which--

Sigh.

Exhausting. It's all too exhausting to consider. Every path, every outcome, every recent nightmare plaguing her mind and making her even more irritable. Nightmares that she didn’t know if they were of watching a life of hers get hurt, another path. Or if it was simple fears that every person had.

Everything just seemed to be going wrong for her. It started off small enough, her nightmares had been triggered back into place. Insomnia making her dark under eyes look more like bruises nowadays and not helped by the way she rubs her eyes in exhaustion.

Natalie, bless whatever planet she came from, would always chide her and gently move her hands from her face once she noted Wraith’s nails starting to sink into flesh. Wraith was forever grateful to her, but she wasn’t about to let Natalie believe she had to take care of her in any form of the manner.

Natalie wasn’t her keeper, not her mother. But whenever Wraith would gently try to tell Natalie that she had this, she’d get a look from her best friend. One that was so gentle with a soft reminder from her glossy pink lips.

“You do not have to do everything alone either.”

!Rest under the cut here!

A statement Wraith was familiar with. She’d been doing things on her own since she could remember. It just seemed hard to break that habit. To feel like she needed to do it on her own, to try and succeed when she knew it would be better to have even one shoulder to lean on.

Relationships and friendships required balance, equality. She had to allow herself to get just as much as she gave.

Harder than it sounded.

On day three of her awful week, she looks at her phone for a moment in the night. Her thumb resting over the call button of the name ‘Handsome’ with a heart and ring emoji beside it. Cheesy, she’s aware. But for a moment, she thinks of calling Anita or even texting her.

Just asking for her to be there.

She would be. Wraith knew she would drop whatever she was doing to come take care of her, make sure she was okay. Wraith could practically taste Anita’s grape lip balm on her lips, the taste of mint on her tongue. The hint of gun smoke that always clung to Anita’s frame. The deepness of her cologne.

Anita’s presence was like the first drink of water in the morning. The first warm bliss of sunshine after being in the biting cold. The first taste of warm food when you’d had a shitty day. Her presence was like that of comfort.

Her home.

In the end, she puts her phone face down. Welcoming another sleepless night with too many people talking. Too much tossing and turning. Too much yearning in her heart, but too much of a stubborn fool to do anything about it.

The season is about midway through. Wraith had a strong start, topping the charts with her ferocity. Spurred on by Anita on an opposite squad and making her feel a bit more hectic in her need to hunt her girlfriend down. To pin her by her neck, dig her knees into Anita’s hand and murmur, “Surprise.” in her ear to watch those pretty freckled cheeks flush and a snarl uplifting one side of Anita’s lips before she stabbed her kunai into her throat.

Flirting with your girlfriend just got more vicious when you were a part of a blood sport.

Halfway through the season, they paired her with new people who were hoping to get in to call themselves Legends. Most wanted the glory all to themselves, going off as a solo only to get foolishly killed. Of course they did. This was a team sport, after all. But that left Wraith open and on her own. Just another body bag to take off the battlefield.

Day five, she looks at her phone again. Thumb hovering over the text box that led to her and Anita’s conversation.

It would be so easy.

She would come if we just asked.

Don’t you miss her?

We miss her.

Text her-

Call her-

Just press the button, you dumb girl-

The girls, as Wraith has been recently referring to the voices after Anita lovingly calling them ‘Her Ladies’- as they are just people as well. They always have an opinion when it involves Anita. Wraith has always wondered if in all her other lives if they were with her as well, or if all of them had the same attraction. If they even all knew her from various lives.

That sometimes made her smile. A childish desire to believe soulmates were real.

Whatever the answer, they all had an opinion about the sunshine in Wraith’s life. Normally trying to get her to do like she’s considering now: Getting Anita into her quarters.

Wraith huffs. Placing the phone face down on the nightstand and resting in bed with an arm over her eyes as an uproar of voices start trying to convince her to change her mind or to do something saucy to get Anita’s attention.

Plans with Natalie fall through at the end of the week. She’s had a breakthrough on a project, meaning she needed to focus all her attention there to possibly prevent a meltdown. She apologizes profusely, but Wraith is quick to tell her she understands and to not worry, they can try for another day. Wraith promises to check in on her in a few hours to make sure she’s not forgetting to eat either, as she knows how Natalie can be when on the brink of something this big.

So that falls to plan B of Elliott having told Wraith that he and Pathfinder were going to be having a night at the bar and she was free to join. But when Wraith calls him for that, he explains apologetically that Ramya wasn’t feeling too hot today so he was staying in to make sure she was doing okay. Siting something about not leaving family behind.

It’s sweet, and understandable. Wraith once again explains that she understands, but when the call ends, she feels so horribly exhausted and at her wits end. A sigh on her lips, rubbing at her face and feeling on the very last leg of her thread.

When she lies on her bed for the seventh day of the week, she stares at the ceiling with a blank expression. In desperate need of something. Anything.

A sigh escapes her, her brows furrowing and coming to the realization all at once.

She has to swallow her pride and call her girlfriend.

It’s not that she doesn’t want to- oh she’s wanted to all week. But it’s...hard to admit to someone that you aren’t okay. That you just need someone there. Not to mention she feels a tinge of guilt. Whenever she had a bad time, her comfort was her girlfriend. To be wrapped in her arms and hear her soothing voice calming her. To smell her cologne and know her worries were put at ease with an easy kiss to the forehead and a tuck of her hair behind her pierced ear.

Not like Anita hadn’t noticed Wraith doing well- attentive as she was. Wraith just kept saying she had it, that she was fine. Her poor defense mechanism kicking in and pushing away even the woman she loved.

It’s hard enough for her to even sit up and grab the phone, once again hesitating before forcing herself to just send a simple ‘Hey’ text to her. Telling herself that if Anita said she was busy or even if she wasn’t going to respond because she was already asleep- that Wraith would drop it immediately. That she’d find something else-

Ting, ting!

Her phone lights up, casting a blue glow in the dim room and making Wraith’s heart pound at the quick reply. She feels like a teenager as her fingers wrap around her phone and flipping it to look at the text. Her heart does a flutter, feeling relief already in her body and tears pricking her eyes when she sees the text given back to her.

‘hey boo whats goin on?’

A small, tired but fond laugh crosses Wraith’s lips. Rubbing at her eyes to steady herself and feeling a bit ridiculous for having worked herself up to the brink. But exhaustion still wears out her bones. Wraith sinks down onto the ground, pressing her back to her bed and sitting cross legged as she begins typing.

She erases what she’s writing a few times, starting to become frustrated. Nothing sounds right- or it sounds too needy. Too whiny. Too wanting. But she finally settles on one.

Honesty.

‘I just miss you.’

That’s what she types at first, letting it sink in before swallowing her pride once more and beginning to type again.

‘And I...’

A moment of hesitation to continue when she hits enter the first time.

‘I feel like shit. Been having a rough week. Was wondering if you could come over tonight so I could get a few hours of sleep?’

When she hits send again, she debates deleting it. But when the read icon pops up in two seconds flat, she knows she’s got Anita’s full attention.

Something about that makes her feel terribly wanted .

‘of course pumpkin’

Wraith hates that it makes her smile, tired and soft. Pressing her hand to her cheek and feeling a bit ridiculous just how a confirmation and a nickname could make her heart flutter.

‘be over in twenty’

Wraith clicks her phone screen closed. Moving to stand to go take a shower so she at the very least looked half presentable for Anita. Even if her body screams at her to just lie down already.

Ting ting!

Another text? Wraith would have assumed Anita was going to finish her nightly work out and then head over. She flips the device in her palm, opening up their conversation.

‘and don’t even think about showering yet. I’ll take care of you tonight.’

‘bath? I’ll bring the snacks’

Wraith’s eyes linger on those words with an air of feeling like she was going to melt into a puddle. ‘I’ll take care of you tonight’ Anita said. And she could hear it in her voice too. Low in Wraith’s ear, her full lips caressing the shell of her ear and her voice dropping to a husk with a squeeze to her waist. Where Anita’s hands liked to linger, moving towards her softer abdomen that she oh so loved on her.

‘I’d love that. Sorry if my hair is a mess :/'

Wraith finds herself texting back in a more playful manner. Emoticons weren’t normally her thing. But, after texting between Elliott and Natalie who were both plentiful in emojis, Wraith finds herself trying to express her words better by adding some sort of emotion to them. Not so clinical.

‘you look sexy when your hairs a mess’

And once again Wraith hates that it’s the small things that make her pale cheeks flush red. Huffing an amused noise under her breath and knowing Anita is probably laughing in return as Wraith shuts off her phone.

Her room is a bit of a mess. She hadn’t had the energy to really take care of it much. So, she works on picking up dirty clothing and putting it into the hamper. Finding water bottles to toss out and taking glasses left around her quarters to go wash later.

It wasn’t horrible, no, just some things where she just felt like she couldn’t do it. Where if she touched one more thing, she would have exploded.

It looks presentable in a few minutes. Tasks put off that could have been easily done in two minutes that instead took a week to complete. It would have frustrated Wraith on any other day, but today she feels accomplished for even getting that much done. The small wins, as Anita would have put it.

It makes Wraith feel proud for even rolling out of bed today.

She also changes into some clean clothes. Nothing fancy, just simple. A spaghetti strap black camisole that her chest near spilled out of- a favorite sleeping shirt and a favorite of Anita’s to see. And some gray sweatpants that were most definitely stolen from Anita with how Wraith has to roll up the bottoms of them to not trip over them. Her hair is tied into a messy ponytail, some black waves curling around her cheeks and making her blow them out of the way with a gust of air.

She figured she looked presentable enough. Anita tended to like when Wraith was dressed casually, even when Wraith knew how her eyes wandered whenever she dressed up.

A reminder of their trip just a few months ago for their anniversary crosses through her mind. A small smile playing on her lips when she remembers how Anita couldn’t take her eyes off her in her tight dress.

The time they spent in Psamathe would always be treasured. Every moment. And every photo tucked away for safe keeping for Wraith’s eyes only. The ones that were more...appropriate had another spot. Namely in her bedroom, on her desk with a photo of the both of them. With Anita’s arm around Wraith’s waist and leaning her cheek atop her head while Wraith smiled with her eyes closed.

It was one of her favorites.

She’s outside.

Wraith makes her way to the living room just as she hears the telltale ‘beep beep’ of the door being unlocked. Able to see the sliding door open to show Anita. Dressed in her casual clothes with her workout bag and a plastic bag slung over her shoulder. Her curls are a bit wet looking, clearly fresh from a shower. A tight white crew neck t-shirt clings to her frame, tucked into camouflage cargo pants and a black leather jacket with silver studs on the shoulders.

Wraith feels her clit throb. Feeling a bit too wound up already.

Before Anita can even get a word out, Wraith pounces her. The door sliding shut behind her and bracing Anita’s back to prevent her from falling. Wraith hears a vague ‘woah’ from her and the thump of the two bags over her shoulder hitting the ground.

Wraith can’t help herself as her strong legs slide around Anita’s hips to secure herself. Feeling calloused palms grab her ass to hold her up and in place just as Wraith’s hands move. One grabbing the nape of Anita’s neck, the other cupping her cheek and dragging her into a hot and heavy kiss.

Wraith feels all her worries melt away the second their lips make contact. Tasting Anita’s grape lip balm, the taste of mint on her tongue, inhaling the smoky scent off her clothes and the deep scent of leather. The subtleness of the musk and citrus of her cologne.

She moans freely into her mouth, delighted when Anita hums back, her hands gripping Wraith’s plump ass tight and appreciative.

Anita is the first to break the kiss, but that doesn’t even make Wraith pause. Kissing down her jawline, down her neck where her teeth start to nip the sensitive flesh right above the silver chains on her dog tags.

“Fuck-” Anita hisses through her teeth, only spurring Wraith on to seal her lips on a spot on her neck and beginning to suck. Stopping herself from smiling when she hears Anita's breath hitch.

There's a tighter grip on her ass as Anita walks them back into Wraith’s bedroom. Wraith’s back turned towards her bed and-

Move.

When Anita goes to throw her onto the bed, Wraith moves fast to let herself hit the bed. Rolling out from under her just as Anita goes to pounce and promptly hooking her legs around Anita’s waist. Rolling them over so Wraith comes out on top on her lap, delighting in how Anita blinks a few times to get her bearings before her eyes settle on Wraith victoriously atop her.

“You little -” Anita starts, but is promptly cut off by how hungry Wraith’s lips press to hers.

Wraith can taste the frustration melting from Anita, feeling how her hands go from pressing at Wraith’s sides to shove her off potentially. To now moving slowly down the curves of her sides, sliding over her plump ass and encouraging Wraith’s little humping movements against her.

Their lips part occasionally to mingle their breath. Both their half lidded gazes meeting and Anita’s full lips tugging into a small smile when Wraith sighs at the sight of her. But that’s cut off when Wraith leans in again, meeting her tongue first in a kiss that draws a low, deep moan from Anita’s lips.

Anita’s hands are all over her as Wraith’s hips slowly grind into her. Anita’s hands slide up along her sides, up into her hair to tug it free from its ponytail. Silky black locks fall free, and Anita parts from the kiss just as Wraith sits up a little. Her calloused fingers sliding up and over Wraith’s collarbones, up her neck and just holding loosely for a brief moment around her throat.

Wraith’s heart flutters, her lashes fluttering just the same and arching her back. A low moan leaving her lips when Anita croons low and raspy in her throat, “Love when you look a mess for me.”

Wraith shudders under the attention, worries already starting to get put on the back shelf for Future Wraith to deal with. Content to lean back in for another kiss, taking her time licking into Anita’s mouth. Her hands starting to slide under Anita’s shirt, nails scratching along the way across taut muscle-

Watch it.

Wraith doesn’t have time to question it. Not when she’s so intoxicated by Anita’s taste and scent. Fingers wrap in her hair at the root, pulling and forcing Wraith’s back to arch and forcing her to sit up. She moans for the pain of it, her hips rolling helplessly into Anita’s lap with a hiss and a flutter of her lashes.

A low, breathless chuckle falls from Anita’s lips, and Wraith knows the sight of her is making her just as much of a mess as Wraith is. “Woah, Kitty. Relax. I missed you too, but let's focus on you for now, yeah?”

“I like my way better.” Wraith speaks, a smirk in her voice that is quickly extinguished when her hair is held tighter and forcing her to bare her throat. Keeping her in place like a scruffed kitten as Anita sits up to kiss the expanse of her neck down to the strap of her tanktop on her shoulder.

“Betcha do. Always been good at distracting yourself from your feelings, hm? Let’s get you cleaned up, princess.”

Pent up but willing to follow, Wraith only groans low in her throat. Letting Anita slip out from under her and peeking up at her when Anita looks down at her. Wordlessly, Wraith lifts her arms up like a pouting child, enjoying the way Anita’s eyes roll despite her soft smile and she lifts her up. Allowing Wraith to hook her legs around her and arms around her neck to be carried into her bathroom without much of a fight.

The bathrooms for their quarters were nice. Some had walk in showers, some had clawfoot tubs. In Wraith’s case, she’d gotten a tub. At first that had been a struggle, but if she wanted a shower she could just go to Anita’s or the gym’s locker rooms. Especially on nights where no one else was awake.

Small risks were had on those nights. With a hand over Anita’s mouth and the other sinking fingers into her and making the soldier beg.

Anita sets Wraith atop the sink so she can begin drawing the bath. Going under her sink and finding the self-care items that Anita and Natalie had equally purchased for her.

Bottles full of expensive hair care items that Anita had gotten for her, siting her expertise on hair care. Things like bubbles and soaps purchased by Natalie, who for some reason knew what scents were too much for Wraith and managed to avoid them miraculously.

“Let’s get you undressed, baby.” Anita’s voice gets Wraith out of her trance. Feeling the weight settling back on her of the last two weeks. Suddenly tired, worn out. Too tired to take off her own clothes and grateful when she feels Anita gently working her out of them. Her warm touch sliding over her bare flesh and it makes Wraith sigh softly, her shoulders slumping.

When she finally can refocus on the world, it’s when Anita is gently leading her to the tub. Letting Wraith sink into the warm water, the scent of lavender and vanilla quiet in the room. Anita only leaves briefly to return with a few candles, setting them around and turning off the lights to leave a quiet, low glow.

Wraith watches her quietly. Watching as Anita begins to strip and sighing to herself at the sight of her working out of her clothes. Her eyes sliding over the muscle freshly wound up from Anita’s work out, the scars on her body telling stories not even Wraith knew all the answers to.

She was picture perfect- even if Anita didn’t think so some days. No one would think the headstrong soldier could have her shy moments, but Wraith knew the truth. When the clothes came off and her dark eyes looked at Wraith as if waiting for her to comment something other than how handsome she thought she was.

When Anita comes close, Wraith makes room for Anita to slide in behind her. Sliding her legs on either side of Wraith and sloshing the water a bit. Wraith leans back into her when Anita’s arms slide around her slowly, encouraging her to lean back until Anita can rest her chin atop her head.

They sit in silence, and Wraith knows that Anita is waiting on her to open up. To work through her feelings and talk about it.

It’d always been...difficult. Where the words wanted to come out, but Wraith’s throat closed. Where her frustrations became something more than just something as simple as a shitty week of back-to-back frustrations.

Where her memories cannot separate past from present.

“I don’t know where to start.” Wraith murmurs finally, feeling Anita’s fingers tracing circles into the softness of her abdomen and soothing her immediately. She tips her head back against Anita, closing her eyes when lips press to her forehead gently.

“Don’t have to say a word ’till you’re ready, Shorty.” Anita murmurs in return, making Wraith at least crack a small smile at the familiar pet name.

“And if I’m never ready?”

Wraith can physically feel the smile Anita pulls on her forehead, another press of a kiss there before she grabs Wraith’s chin. She tips it all the way back, straining Wraith’s neck so she has to look up at her. “I have a good way of making stubborn kittens like you talk.”

Wraith’s face flushes, her heart pounding in her ears and pulling herself from Anita’s hold of her chin to face forward. Anita’s body rumbles behind her with laughter, her nose nuzzling at the top of Wraith’s head and her arms squeezing her back to her strong chest.

It’s...easy. The thoughts come easy when it’s Anita. Where the words once clog her throat and anxiety eats at her lungs- she can finally find the words.

And Wraith spills. Talking of her hard week, feeling a weight lifted the second she mentions just how tired and exhausted she is. That she’s tired of being leader, that she just wants to get taken care of and for things to go right. How all her plans have been falling through.

All while Anita is attentive to her. Humming and going ‘Mhm’ or nodding her head in understanding. Starting to work on washing Wraith’s hair for her, massaging into her scalp and briefly making Wraith’s woes disintegrate with each loving swirl of her fingers and scratch of her nails. The soft scent of lavender and figs filling the room as Anita tips Wraith’s head back to pour water through her hair and pecking a kiss on her forehead.

Familiar movements come with the conditioner. Where Anita twirls her hair through each strand as if to encourage her natural wavy pattern. Anita was the type to be very particular about her hair, teaching Wraith the care behind it when she expressed interest in doing her hair for her.

As Wraith’s words start to dwindle down and tears stop pricking her eyes, Anita starts to wash her body so lovingly. A washcloth with vanilla scented soap working all across her body. Her head being practically cradled back into Anita and Wraith’s back arching so she can let her wash her thoroughly. Arching back into her and sighing when Anita moves the washcloth down her body, down over her abdomen. As if pushing all worries down, down, down, into the water below to be later swirled down the drain.

Wraith can’t really help herself when her breath hitches as bare fingers skim down over her happy trail, down over her mound and then back up. It’s a purposeful tease, one that makes her sigh shakily when she hears Anita’s fond hum behind her in her ear. A small nip to her pierced ear and Anita’s deep tone crooning, “Be patient. Thought you said bath time was a sacred place?”

“Starting to regret past me.” Wraith huffs, her head straining back in an arch against Anita’s shoulder when her hand starts to come up. Squeezing one of Wraith’s full breasts and skimming over a pierced nipple in a way that catches her breath. It only quickens when Anita’s hand comes up, loosely wrapping around her exposed throat and a low moan leaving Anita’s lips in a way that makes Wraith’s clit throb .

“Don’t look so temptin'. Might eat you alive.”

She could make us forget.

She better watch her mouth before we shut it for h-

Imagine her tongue-

Her hands-

What she could do to us-

Watch it.

Wraith’s eyes open just in time to see a bubbly hand come up and a finger to gently tap to her nose. Bubbles linger, popping and tickling and making her nose scrunch.

Laughter falls from Anita, only to spike up when Wraith squirms from her, grabbing a handful of bubbles to shove into her face. The water sloshes with Anita’s jerk and the sharp gasp from her that’s intended to sound more dramatic and offended than she is. But when she wipes the bubbles aside to look at Wraith’s smug expression, she narrows her own dark eyes. “Oh, it is war.”

Laughter ensues when Anita lunges forward with a new handful of bubbles. The water sloshing around them and onto the ground as they both try to smash bubbles into each other.

There's giggling, yells of ‘no fair’ and ‘brat’ being exchanged until finally Wraith goes to splash her and ends up with both her wrists being snatched and held to Anita’s chest to keep her still.

They’re both panting. Anita’s curls have bubbles popping in them, her skin wet and glistening with the soapy water. Bubbly water swirls down the drain beneath the tub built into the tiles, the floor wet and an even more dangerous battlefield.

“Truce?” Wraith speaks, looking at how Anita’s eyes narrow with her smile. It’s one that tells her she’s debating throwing another metaphorical punch in.

“Truce.” Anita finally decides, jerking Wraith’s trapped wrists forward so she can press a kiss to her nose.

They finally make it out of the bath, but when Wraith goes for her clothes- she's quickly shooed away from them and told to just go lie on the bed after she dries off.

“Whatever you say, Boss.” Wraith teasingly quips back, quickly getting her ass pinched and making her yelp with laughter as she heads for the bed. Feeling a bit less exhausted then when they had started.

Lying on the bed dutifully in the dark, Wraith lies on her stomach with her arms crossed under her head and a pillow tucked under her chest and stomach for comfort. It feels a bit exposing to be lying there naked, the sheets feeling cool against her warm flesh. But, Wraith finds comfort in closing her eyes and easing her body’s tension. Knowing Anita wouldn’t do anything to harm her or surprise her.

When Anita does enter the bedroom again, Wraith can hear the soft swish of clothing on her body. Only mildly disappointing, Wraith’s almost tempted to crack an eye open and grumble for her to get undressed again.

But words die in her throat when the bed shifts with Anita’s weight, her strong legs straddling Wraith’s thighs and the pop of a cap heard.

The scent of some sort of oil fills Wraith’s senses first, hearing Anita rubbing her hands together before they start sliding the oil across Wraith’s shoulders and back. Working the taut muscles there first and making a sigh leave her lips as talented fingers slide up the back of her neck and then back down along her spine.

Anita is god sent with her motions. Even more so when she leans down towards Wraith’s ear, murmuring with her chest pressed to her back and making Wraith feel each rumble of her low voice. “There you go, kitten. Nice and easy, yeah? Relax for me.”

Wraith hums low in her throat in reply, a sigh following when Anita sits back up and her fingers work down her back and over her sides. Feeling her shift down her body to work more across Wraith’s body and all her taut muscles. Kisses press down her spine, down towards her lower back and kissing each dimple there before the weight shifts again.

Hands slide over her ass and Wraith tenses up but soon eases. A low moan leaving her when the massaging touches get rougher. Soon pressing to her thighs and pressing them apart until Anita can move her body between them this time.

If it were anyone else, Wraith would feel exposed. Too exposed for comfort. But...with Anita? She’s never been more willing to rip herself apart, expose all her bad- all her good that came with it. To bust her ribcage open and hold her beating pulse if it meant seeing Anita’s soft, sweet smile that was always crooked and how her dark brown eyes looked at Wraith like she was the most beautiful thing on this planet.

Wraith’s breath catches, her fingers curling into the sheets when teeth nip at her hip. Soft, pale skin easy to bruise there and making her sigh again when a tongue dips out to taste the bite.

“Bleh -” Anita huffs, clearly getting a mouthful of oil as she sits up and the moment breaks momentarily. It makes Wraith laugh, shifting to peek over her shoulder to see the way her girlfriend’s nose scrunches and she’s wiping her mouth off on the bottom of her tanktop. Lifting the fabric towards her mouth and showing off her abs in a way that Wraith can’t help but admire.

“Not your smartest move, baby.” Wraith quips, seeing how Anita’s eyes shift up to her face and narrow in reply.

“Hey, don’t condescend me.” Anita huffs back at her, reaching and smacking Wraith’s ass just hard enough to make Wraith jump with a flutter of her lashes. “I’m trynna make you feel good. I don’t need you acting like a brat.”

“Mhh. My apologies, Ma’am. Won’t happen again. I’ll be good.” Wraith smiles through her words, knowing they sound a bit too sarcastic for Anita’s liking with the look she gets.

Her laughter is smothered in her arms when Anita swats her ass again in a quiet way of telling her to shut up.

When the tension dies down again, Anita gets back to work of her massage. Working on Wraith’s lower back and easing her once more, working back down to her ass where her hands slide over the plump frame of it. Nails catch Wraith, scratching down the backs of her thighs and making a whine catch in her throat. Another kiss is pressed on her lower back, and that’s all the warning she gets when hands grab her ass and spread her apart.

Wraith’s face flushes bright red, burying herself deeper into her arms at how exposed she feels. She knows she’s wet too, feeling the warmth seeping there and shuddering when Anita adjusts her grip to make sure she can spread her pussy apart too with the action.

Wraith can’t help but tip her hips upwards, arching her back and shuddering when Anita moans low in her throat with a, “Good girl.” It sends Wraith into a spiral as her hips jerk into the air without even being touched.

It was rare Wraith wasn’t in control. She liked having it over Anita- who she believed needed a break from being in control all the time. And just...Wraith struggled with feeling submissive. But in times like this, it didn’t feel so much as submission as it felt like they were equals. Where Anita’s touches were experimental and quiet, always room for Wraith to disagree or politely tell her otherwise.

It also helps that Anita’s talented hands just made her into putty. Relaxed for the first time in weeks. Her mind thankfully empty except for the thoughts running rampant about being touched.

Still exposed, Wraith can feel how her cunt drools with slick. She can hear how Anita moans low, her breath close to her skin before her tongue slides up. Licking Wraith from her clit, all the way up her cunt, up further to lick across her ass and along her hole.

Wraith feels dizzy from how turned on she is. Whimpers falling from her throat unwillingly when Anita’s tongue focuses on her ass. Swiping over her hole, licking and pressing wet, open-mouthed kisses. The pleasure isn’t new, Wraith has been touched like this before, but it doesn’t change how electrifying it feels.

“God, ‘Nita-” Wraith breathes out, her lashes fluttering when she lifts her head to breathe. Tipping her head back and moaning outwardly when she hears Anita hum against her, her tongue pressing into her experimentally.

Anita’s rough fingers slide up Wraith’s thigh, slipping briefly along her pussy and collecting the wetness seeping there before her mouth leaves her. Fingers toying now with her ass, brushing wet knuckles across until Wraith feels like she’s going to snap from how tight she’s wound.

“’Nita- ” Wraith whines this time, her name like a prayer on her tongue as one finger sinks into her ass. Anita’s mouth doesn’t stop though, moving to kiss across her ass instead and sinking her teeth into a soft cheek. Undoubtedly getting more oil in her mouth, but being more subtle about the mistake by dragging her tongue across Wraith’s hip.

Wraith is practically humping the bed to brush her clit across the sheets. A second finger is introduced to her hole, and her entire body trembles.

“That’s a good girl. Gotcha purrin’ like a little kitty, hm?” Anita’s voice is rough, sending tremors through Wraith’s body and a mewl following to make her point even more clear. Anita’s fingers pump inside of her, fucking her at a nice pace and sending another jolt through Wraith’s body with a cry. “What a good kitten you are.”

It’s an experimental phrase. Not that Anita hasn’t teasingly referred to her as a cat before. But in bed? This was new. A new word that only proves to make Wraith clutch at the sheets, mewling and twisting her body as her lower half fills with fire of desire.

“A-Anita-” Wraith gets out, her breath stuttering and ragged. A third finger is introduced, and she buries her face into the pillow beneath her to muffle her raw cry. Tears fill her eyes at the pleasure, caught between trying to fuck herself back onto Anita’s skilled fingers, or hump downwards against the bed.

“Use your words, baby.” Anita’s voice is like silk, her fingers rocking slow and hard into Wraith. Dragging them slowly back and pressing back inside, curling downwards into her and making Wraith feel oh so full.

“Hhh-” Is all Wraith can get out at first, definitely drooling on herself by now as her eyes go unfocused. But she manages at the very least. “Fuck me- just fuck me already, ‘Nita, G-God you’re so good- ah!”

Hard to talk when your girlfriend can’t get enough of you, it seems. Because Anita only hums at first, still fucking her fingers into Wraith without a sign of stopping. Her tongue returning to lick around her fingers.

But finally, blissfully, she departs. A small pat to Wraith’s ass and a murmur to wait there and get on all fours being said.

Sluggishly, Wraith picks herself back up on shaky arms. Moving so she can sit herself up on all fours, hugging a pillow to her chest and arching her back to put her ass nice and high in the air with spread legs. Even going so far as to slowly sway her hips, living up to that cat persona Anita is so fond of calling her.

She’s watching.

Wraith can hear fabrics shifting and the loud zzpppt sound of a harness being tugged tight around Anita’s body. She only knows she’s looking because she can hear the mutter of a swear under her breath. It makes Wraith smile to herself, knowing she had such an effect on her.

The bed creaks and shifts with Anita's weight. She settles behind Wraith, a hand coming underneath her to brush her whole palm against her cunt until Wraith presses down into it in a hump.

A chuckle is heard behind her before two fingers brush past her enlarged clit, sneaking down until they can slip into her cunt and curling forward. Wraith doesn’t hide her cry, or her eagerness when she shoves her hips back into Anita’s fingers with a moan.

Wraith knows Anita won’t finger her long- not out of not caring, no. But because Wraith liked the pain of the stretch. It was something Anita had worried about at first the first few times she was allowed to top. Always asking if Wraith was okay, if she was hurt. But nowadays, Anita knew that the rougher she was, the wetter Wraith got.

“Mmh, hey, Rey?” Anita’s voice is gentle despite her fingers curling into Wraith. It’s hard to hear her at first, but Wraith catches it, humming in her throat quizzically. “Remember when we had our anniversary?”

It’s not a question. It’s a set up to something bigger. But it’s hard to really be suspicious when your girlfriend is curling her fingers inside of you juuuuust right and her dumb, stupid, gorgeous smoky voice is doing a number on you already.

So, you can’t really blame Wraith when she practically whimpers out a, “Y-yeah-” without any hint she’s actually listening or curious to what else Anita has to say.

Thankfully, Anita doesn’t seem to press. Just humming in reply. “Yeah. Was nice.” In a manner that would normally make Wraith suspicious at first, if she wasn’t feeling Anita’s fingers leaving and hearing the shuffle behind her as she comes closer.

Questions for later.

Now Wraith can feel the dildo behind her. Anita’s chosen cock of the night was one she was familiar with by now. She can see it in her mind clear as day. A dark, obsidian base to a dragon-like imagery. Thick and girthy, with ribs and bubbles that stimulated harshly. It wasn’t very long, just about maybe six inches, but it was incredibly thick. Fading to a deep shade of red at the tapered head with gold flecks hinting into the silicone.

Wraith sighs, practically melting so her front rests on the bed and her ass sticks high in the air, thighs splayed wide and ready. She can’t help but move her hips back across Anita’s cock, slipping her cunt across it and letting her breath catch.

Anita’s laugh behind her is soft and low, her hands grabbing Wraith’s plump ass and holding her nice and steady. “Nice an’ easy, kitty cat. Look like you’re about to purr. That happy to get fucked?”

Wraith won’t entertain her with a retort. But she does entertain her with a huff, tipping her head so she can look behind her shoulder out of the corner of her eye. Catching Anita’s look, how her head tilts and her curls remain immaculate, her lopsided smile and the glow of the lamp behind her makes her look heavenly.

Sunshine incarnate.

And Wraith, the moon, helplessly attracted to her and aching to be within her orbit.

She’s beautiful.

She wants us.

Look at how hungry she is.

We could have her-

If she just let us-

-uld take her, wipe that grin right off her mouth.

For a brief moment, Anita’s face crosses with worry. Undoubtedly from the milky white of Wraith’s eyes. But with a small smile sent her way to quietly tell her it’s alright, her worry vanishes back to that cocky look and a squeeze of Wraith’s ass.

“My Ladies distracting you?” Anita says with that same cocky look, that same lopsided grin and gentleness in her dark eyes that makes Wraith’s heart race from more than just arousal now.

Yes.

“No.”

Wraith’s quick reply is met with a laugh. And Wraith hides her smile and playful lie by turning her head back into her arms.

It doesn’t take long to get back into it. Where Anita lines herself up and gently presses the head in. She’s always so careful at first, always so gentle with her grip on Wraith’s hips. It could be sickening sometimes how gentle this soldier could treat her sometimes. Like glass.

Like Wraith was something precious to her.

Wraith groans, shoving her hips back and moaning when she feels the sharp bite of pain from taking the entire cock in at once. She’s greeted with the hiss from Anita, a sharp slap to her ass and a harsh grip that only serves to make Wraith groan.

“Hey- you’re not in charge here.” Anita grunts, her voice low and blunt nails digging into the soft flesh of Wraith’s ass. Wraith can’t even pretend she’s sorry, not with her moan and how she rolls her hips back into Anita’s for her to just get on with it. “Keep acting bratty and maybe I’ll just have to tie you up.”

Now THAT gets Wraith’s attention. A weak mewl leaving her at the idea of Anita having to hold her down by the back of her throat, another on the rope binding her wrists behind her back, just using her however she pleased. Taking what she wanted.

Now that was a thought.

“Promises, promises.” Wraith manages to choke out through another moan when Anita pulls her hips back nice and slow. Feeling each bump, each rib stimulating inside of her. Apparently, her retort isn’t desired when she feels a slap hit her ass, making Wraith’s body jerk, only to be yanked back roughly by her hips onto Anita’s cock.

It’s a repetitive motion, one that Wraith tries to keep up with. Trying to fuck herself back onto Anita’s cock or trying to even push herself up onto her forearms to get a better angle. But Anita lets her have none of that, a hand twisting in Wraith’s hair and pressing her cheek back down to the bed, her other hand gripping her hip and holding her still to fuck into her.

Wraith is a mess under her, clawing at the sheets and trembling under her. Anita’s voice caresses her ear, thick and low and murmuring, “Yeah? You like being treated like this, baby? Like being mine?” And Wraith is so helpless, unable to argue or come up with snarky in time. Only able to whimper in turn.

When Anita sits up behind her, Wraith can hear the wet sound of maybe fingers in her own mouth before two fingers brush by her ass again. It’s all the warning she gets before they plunge into her, curling and pressing downwards to make Wraith feel fuller and fuller from both holes.

It’s so overstimulating. It’s so much- she's so close-

And then Anita stops.

And Wraith practically screams in frustration, trying to twist herself but still held down by the hand in her hair and only able to exhale sharply in irritation. Trying to fuck herself back onto Anita’s hips and fingers, but unable to with how she’s scooted forward to press flush into Wraith.

“What’s the matter, sweetheart?” Anita’s voice is teasing, dripping with faux sympathy. Her fingers aren’t stilling either, pumping into Wraith and making her feel her own slick drool down to the bed undoubtedly in strings. “Ya wanna cum?”

“Yes- ” Wraith practically hisses, her nails digging into the sheets and feeling just a second closer to ripping open a rift just so she could get the upper hand.

“Then be a good kitty for me and make some noise. Meow for me.”

Wraith’s face turns three shades of red, her heart still pounding in her chest from being on the precipice of cumming. There's a feeling almost like humiliation in her and yet she...

She kind of liked it.

“Make me.” Wraith finds herself saying, almost immediately regretting it from the way Anita’s fingers still and pull out of her. The feeling of her strong hands holding her hips and sliding them up and over her waist.

“Suit yourself.”

It’s with that that Anita pulls out, and at first Wraith goes to maybe turn herself over, but a hand on her lower back keeps her in place now. Feeling how the head of Anita’s cock slips further up, brushing across her ass and making Wraith’s breath catch. There’s no warning when Anita grabs her hips, sinking her blunt nails in and the head popping into Wraith.

It almost hurts. Almost. But there’s something about that bite that makes Wraith’s eyes roll into the back of her head with each inch fed into her until Anita’s hips press flush to her ass.

Oh, what Wraith wouldn’t give just to see what Anita looked like right now.

Wraith is a mess, squirming and on the same hand trying so hard to hold still. Especially when one of Anita’s hands slides off her hip, reaching under her to capture her clit between her index finger and middle finger’s knuckles to jerk her engorged clit casually.

Anita knew just how to work her. Just how to drive Wraith to the brink and bring her back down. Until Wraith was squirming back on her cock, choking on a sob over how full she feels and how Anita’s hand slaps lightly across her cunt and makes Wraith’s body jump. Pushing her back further onto Anita’s cock and making a moan choke from her again.

Anita was going to kill her. And what a beautiful death it would be.

“You know what I want.” Anita gruffly murmurs by Wraith’s ear. “Gonna make me force it out of you? I can do this all day, baby.”

That finally seems to do it. A mewl parting from Wraith’s lips, followed by Anita’s murmur of ‘Good girl’ that only makes Wraith do it again for good measure. A shatter of Wraith’s need for control.

Anita’s fingers hook around her hips again, pounding her hips into Wraith’s ass and fucking her harder now. Each loud slap of skin on skin bringing Wraith closer until she’s stuttering on her next pronounced mewl as she’s cumming. Cumming harder than she think she’s ever done in her life with harsh tremors of her body and sobs of Anita’s name.

That doesn’t even stop Anita, only making her a bit rougher as she reaches under Wraith to grab at her breasts, thumbing at her pierced nipples. Sob after sob leaves Wraith, squirming as her clit throbs and squirt dribbles down her inner thighs from the intensity of her orgasm. Her eyes roll into the back of her head, helpless but to take whatever Anita gives her.

And take she does.

It’s when Anita slows her hips down does Wraith finally begin to catch her breath. She’s drooling for sure on her arms, blinking blearily and making a soft noise in her throat of curiosity at why the pace has slowed.

“Said you remembered our anniversary, right?” Anita asks in that way that really means it’s not a question, so Wraith doesn’t respond. Not until her hair is pulled and forces her head up with a cry, bowing her back beautifully for Anita. It’s then that she gets why Anita is asking.

In front of her, on the pillow, is a laptop. One that Wraith didn’t even realize was put there. And on the screen is that video she’d taken. Seeing herself crawl up onto the bed to work Anita into a strap on, her own voice in the video ringing out, “Wasn’t really asking you, Princess.”

Wraith’s breath catches in real time, the fingers twisted in her hair keeping her nice and still as Anita’s hips start to pound into her. “Keep watching.” Anita murmurs, lips brushing by her ear and sending a shiver through Wraith’s frame.

She’s made to watch as she guides Anita’s head in the video to her cunt, how she’s covered in Wraith’s lipstick from the night, how she slips her panties past her lips, how Anita looks so adoringly at her.

Like she is now.

Lips press to the side of Wraith’s neck, just under her ear and kissing down her neck, down her shoulder. Each thrust sends her body bouncing, jerked right back onto Anita’s cock and hearing just how Anita moans nice and low. The harness must be pressing right against her clit, sending dull vibrations through.

Wraith’s mouth waters at the idea of being able to lick her raw.

Anita’s low groan and her hips stuttering capture Wraith’s attention. Feeling her hair released so her hips can be grabbed, her wide hips being held still so Anita can fuck herself into her, humping her ass and once more making Wraith’s eyes roll back. The sounds of her girlfriend cumming making her match as she begins to cum with a cry, equally matched by how Anita slaps her ass and grips the plump cheek with a groan.

As they both come down from their highs, Wraith can’t support her own weight anymore. Not when Anita slips from her and releases her, making Wraith practically melt onto the bed in a splat. Legs apart, one lightly pulled up, her body shaking and trembling and lying in her own little wet spot with lubricant leaking out of her ass.

Surprise.

Click!

“Anita!”

The click of a camera following flash and one of the Ladies speaking makes Wraith groan in embarrassment. Hearing Anita chuckle and lightly patting her ass lovingly. “What? Thought you’d like a reminder for later, baby.”

“Mnnnhph-” Wraith groans in turn, reaching back to swat blindly at Anita who laughs as she slips off the bed.

From there, Wraith is gently pulled into Anita’s lap- who has set her harness to the side and slid her shorts back on. Gently, Wraith is cradled in her lap, a hand on the back of her head and pressing her face into Anita’s neck where she inhales her scent and the hint of sweat. Anita’s other hand rubs Wraith’s thigh softly, soothingly, giving her a fond and comforting squeeze to her frame.

A kiss presses to Wraith’s ear, and just the gentle move makes her blush, squeezing her arms around Anita tighter and making a positive noise.

“How do you feel?” Anita murmurs, pressing a firm kiss to Wraith’s shoulder adoringly.

“Better.” Wraith confirms in a small voice, her throat aching and her mouth dry. “Little thirsty.”

“Mmh, I’ll bet.”

“Anita.”

Anita laughs at the stern, scolding tone. She murmurs an ‘Alright, alright’ as she gently shifts Wraith off her lap and onto the bed- out of the wet spot on the bed. She’s only gone for a moment before a cold water bottle is given to her, following a sugary pack of gummy prowlers that makes Wraith break out into a beam.

Easy to please, she’s well aware. But she’s also aware of the way Anita looks at her oh so fondly with a little half smile as Wraith snatches the candy delightedly.

Once more Anita leaves after double checking Wraith didn’t need anything more physically. When she returns, it’s with an armful of fresh sheets, but at first Wraith doesn’t pay any mind to her being there.

She’s watching us.

Peeking up and through her lashes, Wraith tries to hold back a blush at seeing Anita with an armful of new sheets and blankets. The little smile back on her face and the lightest flex of her biceps in her tanktop making Wraith feel how she did the first time she’d ever seen Anita look at her like that.

Thankfully the silent staring is broken when Anita walks in and shoos Wraith from the bed to take the soiled sheets and change them. From there, she goes and gets a wet washcloth to help clean off Wraith without the need for another bath, also getting her a new pair of panties and one of her big hoodies she took comfort in.

Anita gestures for Wraith’s arms to go up as she holds the hoodie and Wraith obeys. Only for Anita to pull it down over her head, stopping when she’s at her shoulders while Wraith is blind so she can push her back onto the clean bed. Sending Wraith gasping, only to fall into a giggling fit when Anita’s hands grab her hips to hold her in place. Anita presses kisses up her tummy, pressing a raspberry there while Wraith is helpless and squirming, still caught in the hoodie.

The torture ends soon when Anita tugs the bottom of the hoodie down to rescue Wraith. Wraith can feel her cheeks flushing as she looks up at Anita, seeing her half-lidded eyes and her fond half smirk down at her. She’s straddling Wraith now, arms on either side of her head and looking all the more charming per minute.

Wraith can’t stop her racing heartbeat when Anita leans in, fondly pressing their foreheads together.

“Hey.” Anita softly murmurs.

“Hey.” Wraith murmurs back just as soft, closing her eyes and turning her head to rub their noses softly together.

They move back into the bed together. With Wraith tucked into Anita’s arms, her ass pressing back against her and her cold fingers holding onto Anita’s arms around her body. Anita’s chin tucks against the top of Wraith’s head, occasionally moving to press a kiss.

“How are you feeling, by the way?” Anita starts, resting her cheek against the top of Wraith’s head. When Wraith hums back quizzically, Anita clarifies. “You were upset earlier. Ya know just makin’ sure my baby’s okay. I mean, I know you’re satisfied physically-”

That earns her a laugh from Wraith and an elbow in the ribs, sending Anita laughing in turn. It’s good she’s got her back to Anita, or she’d see just how much her absentminded ‘my baby’ affected Wraith.

“I’m better,” Wraith murmurs, pulling Anita’s hand up to her face to kiss her palm tenderly. “Thanks...for coming over, I mean. And just...being with me. I should have told you earlier but I-I was...”

Wraith trails off, pulling Anita’s hand to cup her cheek and sighing when Anita’s thumb caresses her cheekbone. A quiet and patient understanding as she waits for Wraith to continue.

“I don’t know- I was stubborn, I guess.” Wraith finishes after a moment. Rolling over to look at Anita and letting her arms drape over her waist. At first not meeting Anita’s gaze, not until fingers gingerly grab her chin, guiding her gaze up to Anita.

“Hey, I get it. It’s hard asking for help. But you know I’m here for you, okay?” Anita’s voice is gentle, a low rumble and making Wraith’s heart burst into a frenzy again. Especially when Anita leans in, pressing a warm, soft kiss to her forehead. “I love you. For better or for worse.”

“Your ‘hopeless romantic’ is showing again.” Wraith playfully mumbles, smiling when she feels Anita smile against her forehead in turn.

Soon they settle back down. Only the soft glow of the fairy lights Wraith has overhead making the room glow. Anita cradles Wraith to her chest, stroking through her hair and down her neck, occasionally drawing or writing mindless things with her fingers.

One day, Wraith’s mind reminds her.

One day they could forget the games. Start a life on their own together.

For better or for worse.

#Bangawraith #Voidstrike #bangalore x wraith #apex legends #apex lemons #apex legends nsft #nsft #lemon #commissions #princess writing

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nevaryadl · 3 years

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Day 12 of the 31 Days of Apex: Nature cw: Revenant/Pathfinder, mlm fluff, au, slightly dark au

Pathfinder knew the woods. He knew the plants. He knew the animals. He the weather.

He knew this nature.

He knew when the trees looked washed out and wilted that someone was illegally dumping into the river and brought out his boxing gloves (just to knock them out so that he could get the police, he did not enjoy hurting people but his forest was important). He knew when the plants thrived a little too well and knew where to start digging up things that were never meant to be buried there. He knew when the animals were nice and plump and happy, and he knew when they were skittish and scared and he only had to follow the trail of the illegal poachers hunting in his forest. He knew when the weather would be nice and pleasant and he knew when it was going to require him to usher animals to shelter or poor lost humans just out to enjoy nature to their cars or into nearby caves for safety.

As Pathfinder lifted his rusty head to look at the creature looming over him, helm of polished bone white in the shape of a horned creature with massive fangs, a ragged mane of dark hair, and a long bony body mean of white plating and hands tipped with talons, he came to the conclusion that this creature was not of nature. Pathfinder was not even sure that, even with the metal and plating and wires, that he was human made. But... he was beautiful.

"Hello, my name is Pathfinder, I am the guardian of this forest. Who are you, friend?" Pathfinder greeted friendly like. After all, this strange unholy beast had yet to prove that he was a danger to the forest.

The strange creature did not respond, merely standing over him, looming. Pathfinder cocked his head, rusty joints creaking just slightly at the slight movement.

"Well, you're welcome to stay, I love meeting new friends!" Pathfinder chimed, leaving the strange beast alone. He had encountered more than one or two supernatural things in his forest. This strange creature was not the first and would likely not be the last. He had learned that if one was generally polite, these things tended to be at the very least polite back.

The beast made its den in an old bear cave, deeper within the forest, shortly after their meeting. He bothered no one, so Pathfinder left him alone. But if he was out and seemingly mindlessly walking along, Pathfinder would try and strike up a conversation. He did not often get anything other than animals in his forest, so it was nice to at least talk at something that probably understood him.

"Revenant," The creature said one day as they walked along a lake within the forest.

"Hmm?" Pathfinder hummed, snapping out of his mindless chatter about the recent boon of deer calves.

"Name... my name... my name is Revenant," The creature, Revenant, said.

"It's very nice to meet you properly, friend Revenant!" Pathfinder chimed.

Revenant was not a chatty creature in the slightest. But he did not seem to mind Pathfinder mindlessly chattering at him, so they made good walking buddies as Revenant seemed to mindlessly and slowly explore the forest. Pathfinder asked him why he was walking around with no goal in mind and Revenant eventually explained to him that he was chased from his last home, because people were afraid of him. He never got to explore his last home, he was always hiding in a cave to keep away from the people, so he was glad that there were so few humans that he could explore here. He liked peace and quiet and living without fear of humans.

"... It's... peaceful," Revenant said, looking up at the branches above that filtered through warm and soft yellow sunlight. It made the bone white metal plating on his face light up gold and made his mane look like grass in the summer sunlight. He really was beautiful. "I like this place."

"I do too!" Pathfinder chimed, getting something that sounded dangerously amused out of Revenant.

Pathfinder made sure to turn humans away from the areas that Revenant wondered, sighting the usual things that locals headed his advice on. Usually he would call Revenant a moose and that kept most everyone away, given the size of moose and the sheer terror alone that caused. Sometimes he would call Revenant a bear and that kept the foolish hunters away, given that the bears in the area were on the larger size and also, highly illegal to hunt. There were a few people that saw him and a rumor of a strange beast filtered through the visiting humans, but it was a big and old forest and it had a number of supernatural rumors floating about it. Mothman was Pathfinder's favorite, from several years ago.

"You've been keeping people away?" Revenant asked.

"Yes. You said you got chased away from your last home, I want you to keep this one. You are my friend, Revenant," Pathfinder said, in the process of trying to lift a felled tree from a popular hiking trail. Revenant came over to help, digging his talons into the bark to get a grip and together they lifted it up and out of the way. "And this is your home now. I want you to feel safe here. Welcome."

"... Thank you, my friend," Revenant rumbled.

Pathfinder bounced in excitement at being called friend.

Pathfinder knew the forest. He knew the animals. He knew the plants. He knew the weather.

Revenant used to not be part of this nature that he knew, but now he was. He was just another inhabitant in the forest. Often he walked with Pathfinder, exploring the depths of the forest and seeing all the wonders that it held. He helped Pathfinder take care of the forest and keep it and all the animals and the plants safe and sound.

Pathfinder knew this nature. And he was glad to have Revenant here.

#Apex Legends #Apex Fics #revfinder #Revenant apex legends #pathfinder apex legends #au #long post/#Unholy Beast Revenant

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aka-irish · 3 years

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Apex Legends: The Top Predator Part 4. Pinnacle

Inside a new location of the Shadow Base, Doctor Traxler and Colonel Braxton stand in front of a tank with their large muscular man of a creation floats in a tank, a large scar visible upon his chest. “Colonel Braxton...” states Traxler plainly. “I think it’s time we make our move.” “I concur, Doctor. I think the Legends have had enough time to rest, and our experiment has had enough to grow” replies the Colonel back. “Shall I make the arrangements?” questions Traxler. Braxtion nods. “Do what you must, now is the time for us to stand in the light. The Syndicate...Hammond..The IMC...and the Legends won’t stand a chance” Traxler adjusts his glasses before heading out of the room, the loud sound of large, metallic doors grinding open as he makes his exit.

“Bloody hell, mates! That was one rippa of a fight. 6 bloody jokers down and that calls for a nice, cold one” The grizzled Salvonian leans himself slowly down in the chair at Mirage’s bar. “Hey, I got 8, I think that means you’re buying the first round, duh” Valkyrie, the newest legend and daughter of the infamous Apex Predator, Viper, boasts. “Ugh..I’m hungry. Yo, Mirage! You have any food in here?” she yells out to the Trickster Barkeep. “Ughhh” he groans out as he lays face first on the counter with an ice pack on his head. Fuze rocks forward in his chair “maybe ya shouldn’t have rocketed him headfirst into Pathfinder, hehehe” he chuckles. Kairi shrugs “whoops”. “Welp..since ya said first round was on me” Fuze stands up and hops the counter of the bar, reaches down and grabs a couple of glasses. He pours himself some beer in both of them before looking down at the most likely concussed Mirage. Fuze pats him on the shoulder “Thanks, mate..this one’s on the house” he chuckles again. He hops back over and hands Kairi her beer and raises his “Cheers!” he exclaims..jovial as ever. “Cheers!” Kairi gleefully chides back as they clank their glasses and begin chugging their frothy beverages. Amidst the chugging, the rest of the legends clamor into the bar after the day’s game, Mirage still face down completely out of it. When the Legends find their seats the lights in the bar begin to flicker. “Aye, Mirage, when was tha last time you paid tha electric bill?” jokes Lifeline. “Ughhh”. The lights shut off for a moment and turn back, but when they do a withered yet smiling face can be seen on the monitors.

“Greetings, citizens of Solace. My name is Doctor Eugene Traxler. I am the head scientist of a special organization called Pinnacle. We are an off-sect group made of former military, special forces, and various minds from all over the galaxy with a common goal, to succeed in forcing the survival of the human race by accelerating evolution” states the doctor plainly. He puts a finger to his glasses and raises them back to his nose. “You see, every major company, every major organization has done nothing for this world except, what, murder? Steal? Build genocidal robots and weapons on a scale that spans a solar system? Even plan the obliteration of entire planets. Hammond Robotics. The Syndicate. The IMC, and even the APEX Predators and Legends. You contribute nothing except bloodshed in the guise of helping under bloodsport to further line the pockets of the already rich. It has made this universe stagnant, the evolutionary leaps that mankind was once striving towards is nothing but a funnel for war and mindless entertainment. So we will be that spark that lights the keg for the next step in evolution. And in order to do that we unfortunately have had to make a weapon of our own.” The doctor turns and directs an arm at the muscle bound creature of a man floating in the tank. “Meet Darwin. A fitting name isn’t it?” he mockingly asks. “This is our first step in the contribution to creating the perfect being, one that even your precious legends won’t be able to stop. We have one request...fight our creation, Legends. That is all. However, if you refuse, we have bombs aimed multiple cities around the entirety of Solace filled with our oh so familiar nanite spores ready to cause entire cities to perish due to cardiac arrest.” The doctor turns his full body back to the camera. “You have one hour to decide, Legends. You will drop in King’s Canyon for a fight. We will stoop to your level to show you that none of this...celebration of glamourizing violence and bloodshed is necessary to continue and will do nothing but produce more troglodytes.” The doctor looks at his watch...”well that’s enough villainous monologuing for now. We expect to see you in the ring, Legends. If not...I really hope you made peace with your demons..hundreds of thousands of deaths on your hands. Tik tok.” The screen fades back to normal.

A fist slams against the table as drinks spill from the quake of rattling glass and wood. “WE NEED TO END THIS NOW!!” screams Loba. “Calm down, Andrade. We need to come at this as tactful as possible. We have no idea what this Pinnacle creation can do” says Anita, trying to remain as level headed as possible. “CALM DOWN? HOW CAN I CALM DOWN, ANITA!? THESE SICK BASTARDS WERE INSIDE ME, PLAYING WITH MY ACTUAL HEART! THEY ALMOST KILLED ME..WRAITH..RAMPART AND ELLIOT!! YOU WANT ME TO CALM DOWN!?” Bangalore backs off for a second. “Tck. I know you’re angry, Loba. You have every right to be.” The former IMC soldier turns and looks around at the other Legends, “you guys, too. But we don’t know what this monster they’re sending after us can do. If we just go in guns-a-blazing, we could be setting ourselves up for failure, and worse if they don’t keep up their end of the decision” calmly states Bangalore. “To hell with it, Anita. We kill the thing and then go after them! It’s that simple” Loba hastily retorts, a small rattling of uncertainty in her voice. “We need to end them” Loba follows up shakily, putting a hand to her chest, feeling her heart beating quickly underneath her ribcage. “Bangalore is right” speaks up Wattson. The cute French genius stands up. “We don’t have choice, we must fight. But if we don’t tread carefully, we may all end up like how some of you did” she states. “Awww, c’mon, fellas. Do ya really think one joker can take all us Legends out by em’self?” Fuse asks while kicking his feet up on a table, taking a sip of his beer. “Hmm..dey sure seem confident, bruddah” replies Gibby. “Otherwise, I don’t think dey would’ve threatened entire cities.” Gibraltr crosses his arms and leans forward at the table, the wood creaking a bit under his massive frame. Bangalore sighs “Alright...gear up, Legends. Looks like we got ourselves a fight. The Legends nod as they get up from their tables and head to the armory sectors. Each member grabbing an evo shield, knockdown shield, and gun of their choice. They head to the phase runner and dial in for King’s Canyon. As the blue and black energy of the void energy charges the expressions on their faces all show the same resolve; defeat the creature, and put an end to Pinnacle. The phase runner opens and the Legends walk through.

#cardiophilia #cardiophile #heartbeat #cpr #resus #defib

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cellmint · 4 years

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Long Night

Apex Legends Monster Au Vampire Crypto x Adventurer Wattson Rating- G Words-1215 Summary- Wattson and Vampire Crypto are off to visit the Witch Wraith

A/N- Mini series I will be focusing on crypto and wattson’s relationship, later on there will be stories of the other legends and how they came to be. Noted this is only an au you are all free to make your own monster au based on the apex legends this is my take.

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As the sunset lowers down making room for a cold night the full moon glowed making its presence clear. Monsters, ghouls where all active. Some had just recently woken up to this new world as a creature.

A creature hidden within a casket had just awoken gripping his necklace curious. As he watch he examined it, it was golden with crimson red jewelry on the center of the necklace.

"Tae? You up?" A familiar voice peek his interest.

He tilt his head disoriented as he open the casket lifting it up. He stretch his body yawning as two sharp fangs where revealed but later on shut off by his lips. He scratch his head. Taking a small sigh as his senses took over him.

His icy blue eyes examine the dark room. Huge curtains in black with symbols covering the massive windows. His casket located in the center. Some small melted candles light up the hallway the color was faint and soft which didn't bother him. He held his head as he felt a migraine creeping on him. How long was he out? What happened? All these question made his migraine worsen. A scent took his nose, familiar scent located on the kitchen of the huge mansion. As he stood up from the casket he proceed to walk. He passed by a mirror in which showed no reflection of the creature.

The hallway where full of dust spider webs and even dirt. An old framed portrait was broken and clawed located on the center of the hallway. It had his face with someone next to him. As he walk down the stairs a memory hit him like a sneaking spider. He held his head stopping on his tracks leaning against the marble wall.

The researcher Miss Paquett open his tomb and placed a crimson necklace on him awakening him from his long deep slumber. Ever since, shes been keeping an eye on him. Trying to piece together a few things he closed his eyes.

"Hey Tae?" The familiar voice spoke.

Crypto stop holding his face hissing as he stood his ground. As he saw a familiar face he closed his mouth shut looking down.

"Miss Paquett." Tae spoke looking at the floor whispering.

"Good night to you too." She smiled.

She researches strange anomalies and usually investigates them. Shes a cryptic hunter, which sounds silly to Crypto. Usually she takes him on her little adventures which she does in the night. He scratch his head looking away.

"Are you okay? Do you remember me or did you get a temporary amnesia again?" She wonder worried.

The creature look at her. Why is she worrying about him. Isn't he a research? He scratch his head shaking it sideways.

"I remember." He respond.

Her smile soften and she place her gloved hand on the top of his head patting him. He could have sworn he felt his heart skip a beat. He look a bit nervous, and closed his eyes.

"Right! We have to go visit witch Wraith." She spoke.

"Swamps..." Crypto respond taking a sigh.

He dislike the area in which she lived the smell did not take kindly to his nose. Along with one specific werewolf that lives with the her which annoys him.

"Why?" Crypto wonder.

"Because usually she sends us to recover some items she needs and who knows maybe she might make a remedy or a potion that could cure your curse or at least help you walk under the sun without burning or stop your temporary amnesia." She spoke.

"You really want to help me be a human again?" Crypto wonder out loud.

"Of course! Isn't that what you told me when we first meet?" She spoke.

Crypto look a bit quiet. He didn't remember that part perhaps the temporary amnesia was still on him.

"I don't remember." Crypto respond.

"Right you get amnesia when you wake up every night." Wattson kept calm..

Both made there way to the kitchen.

"Maybe first we need her to make a potion for that then we can work on the rest." Wattson respond.

Crypto made a nod and follow the researcher. Lucky for them the swamp was a couple of miles away from the mansion. There where all sorts of tools and items which crypto found interesting on wattsons table. A small bat flew towards Crypto landing on his back.

"Aw look! Little blythe." Wattson spoke fascinated by Cryptos pet Bat.

The bat happily flew towards Wattson rubbing his face against the researcher. Crypto felt a flutter around his chest again which he felt like he was admiring her. She was so beautiful-?! He shake his head avoiding those feelings. His a creature that shouldn't have those feelings towards a human. As the winged creature flew back to Crypto it rubbed its small head against his chin.

"Are you okay?" Wattson asked.

"Of course im fine." Crypto respond.

Wattson prepare her small backpack and took. A couple of bloodpills for crypto. Just so he doesn't snap crazy like last time. Wattson is always on her guard on how crypto acts. Crypto hates drinking blood, but sadly thats how he lives. He can stay a long amount of time without it. One time she got badly hurt and he lost it. Guess that's what happens when she got attacked by a monster. She took a small sigh on her way to the swamps.

The night was so cold, making Wattson shiver a bit. Crypto followed next to her and lift up his hand to touch her but stopped. His body temperature is lower than her. Making there way to the swamps they encounter a familiar friendly skeleton named Pathfinder.

"Hi there friends." The skeleton respond moving in a robotic way.

"Oh! You startled me!" Wattson smiled.

Crypto look at Pathfinder then look around. Pathfinder follows the two of them all the way to the witch's home. A werewolf was seen near the area with a cowboy hat and some broken clothes.

"Aw man, these where my best clothes." The werewolf spoke as it look at the full moon.

Crypto look annoyed at the werewolf and heard it run towards them.

"A pile of bones!" Mirage spoke.

Pathfinder look at Wattson hiding behind her.

"Nono! Mirage" she spoke to the werewolf.

As they made it to the swamp they saw a wooden cabin with a chimney that released smoke a purple smoke.

"What brings you guys here?" Mirage ask walking next to them wagging his tail happy.

"We are going to ask her for some potions for crypto and we are going to collect some items she needs." Wattson respond.

#Apex Legends #apex legends monster au #monster au #cellmintwrites #apex wattson #apex mirage #apex crypto #apex caustic #apex pathfinder #apex bloodhound #apex loba #apex revenant #apex bangalore #apex wraith #apex gibraltar #cellmint miniseries

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falloutstasis · 4 years

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so uh sorry i gotta get this off my chest. if this annoys you then you can block me or whatever. also i would like to point out that yes i know mirage isn’t perfect by all means, he’s has flaws for sure but as im getting to know him as a character he isn’t like down right rude ya know???

the way the comics dealt with mirage’s character is incredibly weird. like all of a sudden he got incredibly rude in the season 6 quest comic (and in the ones from playapex’s twitter) when he wasn’t in the first place. i understand it for him to be like ‘oh he needs it so he can understand what he did wrong’. like that i get. so to point out stuff im gonna make a couple of bullet points of mirage’s character before season 6

was he annoying? yeah, sure you can say that. He probably was to Crypto, pointing out that he’s a ‘paranoid weirdo’ (if you went through crypto’s backstory you know why he’s like this) in some of his lines because Mirage doesn’t know what Crypto went through in the past (not that I’m excusing it tho). It was annoying (as a player playing mirage) that he was annoyed with Pathfinder for no reason (i couldn’t find any reason why he is like that with Path, so if anyone has any info on that let me know and i’ll edit this post). But I felt that he wasn’t hateful towards him or Crypto. This was the most...uh, angst out of from him against other characters?

he wasn’t this rude to Wraith until the Season 6 comic started and they are best friends but why? we don’t know. (unless im damn well blind, i can’t find any info on why so let me know if ya’ll find anything), but we do know that Wraith said that Mirage is on of the three top friends (mentioned in the Broken Ghost Quest I believe). So I assumed ‘oh hey they are best friends’. theres no angst there, at least probably not in a while

this isn’t confirmed or anything but as someone who’s played as Mirage for a good while now, he may have some sort of anxiety issues going on as well as depression. he may as well be hiding it through being a funny dude. he’s trying to maintain the funny dude act and try not to show the true mirage or in this case tries not to show who elliott witt is. hence why he’s called mirage is the apex games cause guess what mirage means? something that appears real or possible but is not in fact so. the one thing that i find genius about the character is that they gave him a name that fits (not that the others name don’t but mirage i find pretty neat). so what this is telling me is that ‘Mirage’ persona is a mirage in a way: one he keeps at front for the crowds, fame, money, even to his friends alike. he’s not gonna let elliott witt out because somewhere down the line, elliott thinks of himself as weak, he self loathes, and he’s scared. elliott witt has lost everything: his deadbeat dad, his brothers, and possibly his best friend.

now im gonna mention the things that weirded me out: apparently mirage had said this to wraith: amnesia’s is not real, she’s generic, a dog, and in the comic brainwreck. like the fact that they use ableism terms in order for get to his character development is mind boggling and thought it was okay. and this is from the comics on playapex’s twitter! i think there’s more ableism terms on the season 6 comic quests. granted i know this was probably last minute because of the pandemic, but come on now. it’s just....weird.

like now there are hints of mirage/wraith (which i think it won’t be canon because i remember t*m saying or one of the writers saying that romantic relationships won’t happen to the main cast? correct me if im wrong on that). even as someone who likes or has a crush on someone, I won’t want to have a romantic relationship down the line with someone who called me those names that are bolded above if they ended up making mirage/wraith canon.

BUT even though i don’t like it, i get what they are trying to do.

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aiyakuma · 4 years

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Chappie Drei (Pathfinder X Reader)

(Chapter three of Finding the Path to Your Heart on Wattpad, a SFW robot X human fanfiction) )

I never did run into him again that match.

Our squad made it to ninth place before ultimately falling to Bloodhound and their team. I managed to get two more kills, and while Bangalore and Wraith each got three times that amount, it still felt good to have contributed. Now I was once more back in the dropship, awaiting the final results of the battle alongside all the other fallen fighters. Their whoops and hollers during the fight between the final five squads was deafening, so much so that I half-considered jumping off the ship again just to escape it. I never did understand all the excitement surrounding Apex matches, and experiencing one for myself hardly changed that opinion… Though, I will admit, it wasn’t so bad watching Pathfinder play. The little quirks he had made him fun to watch, from high-fiving fallen enemies to bubbling over every zipline he got a chance to ride. But ultimately he too fell to Bloodhound, making the mystery-in-a-mask and their squad the Champions.

It was only a matter of time before those last two squads joined us on the ship. Everyone was buzzing about the winning squad, while I was more looking forward to seeking out Pathfinder and thanking him again for what he did. Out of nowhere a hand landed on my shoulder, making me jump out my skin.

“Oh, it’s just you, Bangalore. You scared me…”

“Sorry, sorry, kid,” she waved apologetically. “I just wanted to apologize for giving you such a hard time earlier. You did alright for it being your first match,” she offered a warm smile.

“It’s okay, I don’t blame you. I still have a lot to learn.”

“You’ll get the hang of it in no time. Shoot Turret, and I could have sworn you almost went down right at the beginning. Good thing you aren’t that bad at fighting though, right?” She gave a rough but friendly slap upside my back. “Haha, yeeeaaah…” I laughed nervously, trying to avert my eyes from her before my more foolish side revealed the truth. I didn’t have to pretend to be distracted for long though, as just then the top two squads emerged into the room, including Pathfinder.

Everyone instantly swarmed around them, gushing about the epic battle they’d just fought. For a moment I gave up on talking to Pathfinder, seeing as how occupied he was with everyone else. But that wasn’t so. Pathfinder raised a hand to high-five the crowd as they came, only for everybody to rush past him and high-five his teammates instead. Ouch! The only thing worse than getting left hanging was seeing someone else get left hanging. How could they ignore him like that? Even Bangalore and Wraith had no problem sliding past him to congratulate the others. But he got second place! He deserves to be celebrated just as much as his teammates! Yet as infuriating as it was to witness, Pathfinder didn’t seem to mind. With a big, yellow smile displayed brightly on his chest, he lowered his hand and went about his own way to go fidget by the window. It didn’t sit well with me at all.

“Pathfinder!” I called out, charging towards him with an outstretched hand. “Highfive me right now!” He almost didn’t turn around in time, just barely meeting my hand with a startled slap that broke air (and possibly a few bones) upon contact. “El Turret! I’m sorry, you caught me off guard. Did I hit you too hard?”

I fought back a tear as I gazed down at my quivering red palm. “No, not at all. I’m fine.” Shaking my head, I clasped my hands behind my back and turned to face him. “Nice job getting second place. You fought really well,” that’s what he’d want to hear someone tell him, right? “Right?! That was a fun match. Too bad we both lost to Bloodhound, they’re a tough person to beat!” His smiley face momentarily became slanted to match his bummed out expression.

“You think so too? Well, my first match wasn’t as bad as I thought it would be, thanks to you,” I offered a smile.

“That’s what friends are for!” Friends, huh? He slapped me on the shoulder and gave a thumbs up. Only, I didn’t jump when his hand landed on me like I did with Bangalore, probably because I saw him coming. What I didn’t see coming was a man appearing between me and Pathfinder and throwing his arms around our backs. It was the same magician guy I killed last match. “You guys, we should go to the bar to celebrate another match well done and the newest Legend to the roster, yeah?!” He proposed the room.

“Shut up, Mirage. Match well done my ass, you were the first fucking guy to die,” a big, mad scientist looking man huffed.

“Compliments to this lady right here, uh, whatever her name is,” Mirage pointed at me. “Come on you guys, first round’s on me!” The entire room cheered, and soon me and Pathfinder found ourselves being swept off our feet by the crowd of alcohol-craving fiends. The bar we ended up at was fairly standard and lively. I sat right in the middle of it all, pushed and pulled around by people who danced and swayed like grass under a landing airship. Drops of who-knows-what spilled from the rims of swaying drinks and rained down on me every now and then. It was pretty stuffy in here to begin with, and now I was beginning to reek of alcohol too, despite not having drank any. What am I doing here? According to Mirage, half of this drinking party was held in my honor, but it didn’t really feel that way. I couldn’t raise my voice enough to talk to anyone, and everyone else was already so invested in their own bubbling conversations I didn’t want to interrupt them anyways. No, I should stop wasting my time here and just go home already. I don’t think anybody would notice if I slipped out now...

But as I got up to do so, I noticed Pathfinder in the same awkward position that I was in, not being able to keep up with anyone else as they drank away either. The same guilty feeling I had from earlier swelled up, and before I knew it I was making my way over to him and taking a seat besides the robot. “Hey, Pathfinder. You aren’t gonna drink either?” I asked, not realizing my own stupidity until the words were already out my mouth.

“I would if I had a digestive system! How about you, how come you aren’t mingling with everyone else?”

“I guess I’m just feeling a little uncomfortable right now. Still getting used to everybody, y’know?”

“You’ll fit in before you know it. I’m still trying to fit in myself. Sometimes I wish I wasn’t a robot, so I could drink and party just like everyone else,” he leaned his head on his hand.

“I think it’s really cool that you’re a robot!” I blurted out. “I mean, I think robots and machines and stuff like that is cool. I like them, anyways,” I scratched the back of my neck nervously. Why did I have to out and say something so weird to exactly the kind of person I shouldn’t say that too?!

“You think so? Heh, thanks!” He beamed. “It’s nice to hear someone say that for a change. I bet my master is going to say the same thing when I meet him.”

“Your master? As in who built you?”

“Yup! The whole reason I’ve participated in Apex in the first place is to put myself out there so I can find him. I know he’s out there somewhere, probably trying to find me, too.”

“I see. I hope you two reunite with eachother soon. You know, I’ve met a lot of people that build machines for a living! If it’s any help, maybe I can ask arou-”

“Woah, hold the phone! You haven’t gotten anything to drink yet, have you? Try this, I call it ‘Mirage’s Mirage-Inducing World Famous Special Juice, Working Title™.’ You’ll love it!” A tall shot glass of neon-orange juice was laid out in front of me by his truly.

“That looks radioactive,” Pathfinder said.

“Um, I’m sorry, I don’t really drink,” I waved my hands apologetically.

“C’mon, just this small shot. Try it, I made it myself!” He looked so excited for me to try it, I couldn’t say no. I’m a sucker for homemade goods. Plus, it looked like it was mostly juice. How bad could it be?

“Fine, I’ll try it. Oh, you don’t mind, do you Pathfinder?” I didn’t want to go drinking right after he’d been talking about how much he wished he could too. But he waved me okay, so without further ado I downed the entire glass at once. Instant regret swelled up from within me in the form of a harsh fire that burned through my mouth and nose tubes and tapered off at my ears. I clenched my face and pounded my fist on the table to cope with the intense effects. “What was in that, antifreeze?!"

“110% alcohol content, baby!” he finger gunned me. “A little bit of hot sauce too, just to spice things up. Tasty, right?” He was so enthusiastic, I couldn’t tell if he deliberately made it that awful just to mess with me or if he was really that bad at brewing. Either way, I was grateful when Mirage offered a normal juice pouch as a chaser. “You aren’t missing much, Pathfinder. Alcohol is the worst, don’t ever drink it if you get the chance!” I sobbed in between sips.

‘Ouch. That bad, huh? Maybe I did put a little bit too much mustard extract in there…”

“Uhm- Why don’t we go outside and get you some fresh oxygen? You look like you need some,” Pathfinder suggested. He didn’t wait for an answer before dragging me away from the counter and leading me outside with a hand on my back for stability...

#apex #apex legends #pathfinder #pathfinder x reader #fluffy #fanfiction

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apex-headcanon · 4 years

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Heya, I wondered if you could write some Revfinder headcanons? c:

I hope it’s okay to make this whole thing more friendship related. It‘s fun.

If you‘re enjoying what I come up with, feel free to ask for more headcanons, send some prompts or whatever you‘d like to see~!

Revenant & Pathfinder headcanon

These two are the devil and angel sitting on our shoulders. They just can’t be any more different than they already are. Saying that opposites attract is definitely the case here.

When Revenant joins the Apex Games, Pathfinder is pretty much the only one not panicking or acting pissed. Because everyone’s a friend! Even those, who murder people live on television.

So he introduces himself and immediately starts talking about random things but Revenant just shoves him aside and kindly yells at him to shut up.

That’s basically the whole thing in it’s early stage: Pathfinder being his usual annoying self while Revenant is constantly pissed. As always.

Every time they meet, Path offers his new second best friend to call him Marvin and asks for his name in return. He gets no reaction at all.

It’s also no secret that, everytime the smiling robot gets a little tiny bit too annoying, Revenant won’t hold back but instead will rip off an arm or whatever crosses his mind. Fun!

Pathfinder always forgives him since things could have ended a lot worse. He hasn‘t been killed yet. That‘s a good sign, right? They really are friends then!

One day, Path joins Rev in the darkest corner the dropship has to offer and drops a name he randomly made up. Jim, for example.

It‘s the first, and maybe the last, time you‘ll see Revenant stunned or even speechless. Path then continues to call him by that name, because „Everyone is someone and every someone can decide who they want to be“.

And guess what? Pathfinder doesn‘t lose another arm when calling Revenant by ‚his name‘. But he almost gets ripped in half once after making a real bad joke.

Then there‘s that one fateful day when Revenant „Jim“ RevRev (just don‘t ask) finally starts to call his hated friend Marvin.

#apex legends #apex #apex headcanon #apex pathfinder #apex revenant #revfinder #made the edit myself *proud*

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rattlung · 5 years

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sorry this took so long! it kinda got away from me after a bit (it’s like 6k words so i’m rlly hoping this read more works on mobile lmao) and turned into a lot of introspection, as my stuff often does when it comes to mirage for some reason. hope you enjoy :^) and ty for sending smth in

(yeah ik mystik keeping in contact through fuckin fan mail is a bit of a stretch especially since crypto mentions burning letters, implying communication through paper, but it was the only thing i could come up with and i didn’t want this to take longer than necessary. just kinda shrug it off because at this point - eh yknow??? the letter mirage comes across is based off the one crypto sends to mystik in the loading screen with him and gibby

also, i looked up a ton of different sites and even checked the wiki but i’m still nervous about crypto’s name and how to write it properly. if i’m still doing it wrong, please please PLEASE let me know. i will literally rewrite this entire thing lmao)

established relationship kinda idk and also set in a kinda canon divergent au where the games hold seasons that last a few months with set teams

----=----

Despite popular belief, Elliott was a smart guy. He lived and studied under his mother, an amazing engineer in her own right, and even had a huge part in the development of some of the tech he used in the arena. It’s just that, sometimes, even he forgot about his own intelligence. Standing next to his fellow legends, it was like any confidence he had left in one fell swoop. He would stutter under their gazes and second guess himself on anything he said the second he said it. It’s something he’d always berate himself on later when he’s alone in his dorm where no one could see him.

Because he was smart. He’d tell himself that when he looked at his own smiling face, as surrounded as he was by it. Apex merch, some fanart, some cutouts they had stood up in stores he’d been sent. Elliott would stare at it all and remind himself that Mirage in the media was who he was. He’d gotten to legend status on his own, and that wasn’t something to write off. He was as intelligent as the rest of them, he just needed to remember that.

Though, admittedly, it did take Elliott a good minute to realize that the message he’d been sent wasn’t for him.

But, in his defense, this wasn’t an issue that had ever come up before. After their breach that forced them to move planets, the Apex Team had taken extra precautions when it came to legends getting fan mail. Elliott hadn’t blamed them, but he still couldn’t help but raise a brow at the extent they went to. In his opinion, it was just, like, two steps above sending it in on paper the old fashioned way. Honestly, that would go faster, since that didn’t need to be scoured by security software. Sometimes the dates lagged by so much that Elliott would get things months after a someone sent it.

So, yes, it did require a few read through’s for him to parse what was going on in the small paragraph. To be fair, it had his name in it. Don’t act so pretentious, TJ, everyone knows who Mirage is. The rest of the message was written in the same way: to someone who wasn’t actually Elliott and from someone who’s seemingly exchanged letters with this “TJ” before.

Maybe the program was on the fritz, picked out Elliott’s alias and sent it over to his inbox. It was something worth mentioning to the higher ups, because that absolutely had to be a liability in their new safety protocols. But more importantly - and definitely the thing he was going to address first - who was this letter for? Who was TJ?

There were only a few options, as most of the legends had opted to come forth with their real names when signing up for the Games. Elliott knew Bloodhound still operated under a veil of mystery, but he doubted they could be TJ. From what he remembered when he walked passed their dorm - which was usually something he tried to do quickly, since the bird Hound kept in there with them seemed to like Elliott only a little more than it liked Pathfinder - they didn’t even have a computer set up. No contact to the outside world unless it was through interviews.

Wraith just recently came across her name, Elliott remembered. She’d mentioned it in passing before disappearing for a few weeks in an abrupt request for time off. Wraith never really talked to anyone, so it kind of made sense. Everyone needed someone to vent to, even if it was about Elliott. What could TJ stand for? Taylor Jenkins? Tanya Jones?

Tilly Junior.

But then again, it really could have been any of them. Elliott wouldn’t put it passed Caustic to be using a fake name. Any of them could be using a fake name, and he doubted going around and asking would get him anywhere.

Elliott let the holopad slip onto the cushion of the couch he’d been lounging on, his head falling back to thump against the wall. Crypto would be able to help with the new mystery, that was at least something he was sure of. The amount of badgering and begging needed to actually get the hacker to relent and do any helping? Now that was unknown as well.

In the months that the season encompassed, he and Crypto ended up getting closer than probably either of them would have liked - at least in the beginning. Elliott couldn’t imagine what he would have thought then if he was told that most of his nights out of the arena would be spent at the other’s side, in his dorm, Crypto fiddling with some of the tech Elliott had lying around as Elliott himself talked his ear off.

Crypto was a good listener, he found. It was something in the quiet he maintained around him, a whole lot different than, say, Bloodhound’s. Not that Bloodhound was cold and off-putting; it was more so like what Elliott imagined stepping into an ancient library would be like. Something about Bloodhound made anything above a whisper seem too loud, and out of respect for said library, Elliott left them alone.

And then there was that time Crypto had caught Elliott staring at him when he blasted Caustic with a Charge Rifle from about 300 meters away. The only thing he’d done was give Elliott that knowing smirk then followed it up with an honest to god wink. Elliott was gone after that.

Things had changed in a steady progression. Instead of Elliott being the one to find him, Crypto would seek him out rather than hide away in his own dorm. When Elliott would invite him to his dorm, mostly joking, Crypto would surprise him by accepting. There wasn’t any verbal confirmation in the shift, though, and sometimes Elliott would worry about it, wonder if he was reading too much into things. Not that it was a big deal. He never cared much about labels, except when he really, really did.

But then Crypto would sometimes push Elliott against a wall in the downtime during the games while they were looting, or even when they were just hanging out. He’d silence ramblings by covering Elliott’s mouth with his own, and who was Elliott to tell him no?

They were close, now, yes, but for as good as Crypto listened, he didn’t talk much. It was something Elliott attempted to change. He tried to get him to open up in various ways, but the longest he’s ever gotten Crypto to talk was when he asked about the Holo Gear Mirage used on the field. Even then, Elliott did most of the talking. He’d gushed about his mom, how she did a lot of the work and he handled more of the fine tuning, reminisced about their workshop, the long days they used to spent together. Elliott remembered picking up something different from Crypto, then, something almost sad. Like maybe he’d been missing something, too.

Elliott never got to ask about it. Crypto had retreated to his own quarters pretty fast after that. He was too confused to wonder what he’d done wrong, and the worry was put to rest before he ever actually got to worry about it at all when Crpyto sidled up next to him the next day right before the drop. The situation just reaffirmed that there was a lot that Elliott didn’t know, like what kept Crypto so quiet, who he thought about when Elliott talked about working with his mother, what he always seemed to be working on when he was alone.

Or his name, Elliott realized.

After a pause, he scrambled back into a sitting position and grabbed the holopad again. There was public information on every legend that signed up for the Games, but the last he’d checked there had been something wrong with the page dedicated to Crypto. It showed multiple different error codes that were random upon opening the page and sometimes it would even crash a browser entirely. Forums still existed, though, and Elliott would use that to his advantage.

Quietly, in the back of his mind, he felt guilty, felt like he was doing something he shouldn’t.

A lot of the threads were just talking about the recent games and Crypto’s happenings in them. They talked about his marksmanship, which was pretty impressive, Elliott had to say. It wasn’t until a few minutes of scrolling - spent looking through GIFs and videos of highlights, that he won’t admit to - brought him to a specific thread. The person who posted was wondering about the drone Crypto had in his possession, asking about its name, speculating on the model. The top comment on it claimed to have spent time behind the scenes on the Apex Games Production team and declared that the drone Crypto used had a lot of similarities to the ones they use to film the Games.

The next comment didn’t exactly discredit the correlation, but they did say it was likely that the drone’s blueprint was leaked and got sold to another company, not Crypto having the clearance to use Apex equipment.

I doubt they’d let him have one of the official ones, with all the controversy surrounding them, the commenter said.

Elliott bit the inside of his cheek and narrowed his eyes in thought. It was a stretch, but it didn’t stop him from backing out of the forum and searching “apex filming drones”.

The first result wasn’t a link to the Apex Game’s website. It was another website with comment threads, its title “look what i found???”.

So, Elliott did.

i was doing some VERY LEGAL digging around, because i was wondering where the new guy came from and all that, but there’s literally NOTHING that isn’t hidden behind encrypted messes that would take like ten years to get through but when i tried, i got something on some dude named hyeon kim but when i went around looking for more i found this

??????

Below the post was a screenshot of an article from a news site called Outlands’ Journal. Elliott read it over, but the only thing he processed was “Disgraced computer technician, Tae Joon Park” and “Mystik, Joon’s former caretaker”.

And then, a little more down, was the comment, “Isn’t that the dude who’s wanted for murdering his sister or something?”

----=----

Despite popular belief, Elliott was a smart guy. In that moment, though, it really didn’t seem like a good thing.

----=----

The decision was one he made almost subconsciously: Elliott was not going to tell anyone what he’d found.

How would anyone even believe it? Elliott was hardly sure he even believed it. Spoken out loud, it would seem like such a tin-foil-hat conspiracy, and it’s not like he could use the thread he’d found the information in to back the claim up. He’d checked it again when he woke the next day, wanting to make sure he hadn’t had some fever dream, but the entire thread had disappeared. Even the account it was posted from was wiped from the site. On a whim, he checked his history and went to the link directly, but that only got him an error page.

The code was something he remembered from Crypto’s buggy Legend profile.

Elliott had almost been late getting ready for the games, he sat there for so long and stared at it. Luckily, the turbulence that signified they were getting close to the closed off arena literally jolted him as a physical reminder. Elliott shook his head and stood, making his way over to the collapsible, garage-like door in order to pull it down.

Isn’t that the dude who’s wanted for murdering his sister?

He was almost regretful that he wanted to go looking for more information. What if Crypto was somehow able to track the searches that were relevant to the article? That could be how the thread was taken down so fast, how the account disappeared. Was that what he was doing all the time, bent over his computer? Working to hide what he’d done?

Why even join the Apex Games, a program that was widely broadcasted across planets? Wouldn’t he want to keep a low profile? How did he even get the clearance to sign up? The producers had run background check after background check when Elliott had been brought in for an interview. So his public intoxication got put under the microscope, but the murderer they let in for free?

And yet, that didn’t sound right, even when he thought it. Sure, yeah, they all technically participated in a blood sport - but the technically was heavily implied. No one actually ever died; sometimes bones were broken and people had to retire after a serious injury, but that was just about it. Everyone who signed up was capable of killing.

But capability of killing was different than cold blooded murder. At least in Elliott’s opinion.

He was just pulling on the last of his Holo Gear when the door rattled in its frame. “Pull y’self outta bed, we got a game to win!”

“Door is closed for privacy,” Mirage berated.

Lifeline only cackled shortly before replying with, “I ain’t lookin’ at you, am I?”

Mirage pulled the door up so she could see his put-off pouting, which didn’t do much of anything besides getting her to laugh again. He followed her into the loading bay, passing Bloodhound and Wraith. They each gave him a respectful nod, always frighteningly eager to board their dropping platform. Still, Mirage responded with a courteous wink and two solid finger guns.

As the automated commentator announced the approaching drop zone, Mirage was suddenly very aware of the empty space beside him being taken up by another person. At first, neither of them said anything, but that was weird for him, so he had to say something, didn’t he?

“Fashionably late, as always,” he greeted, going for something half-joking, half-flirty. Honestly, he would proudly say he hit the mark, but Crypto didn’t say anything back. “Long night?”

Then, a too long second of silence fell between them as the dropping platforms began to hiss. Freezing air blasted, chilling his face, blowing his hair around, but it wasn’t the reason why his blood went cold in his veins. A voice went off in his head almost like an alarm. He knows, it said. He knows you found out. He knows.

“Always,” Mirage heard, just barely above the wind whipping between them.

And it was stuff like that that made him felt immediately guilty for the fear he held just moments before. There was that haunted, pained tone that took hold of Crypto’s voice that Mirage always seemed to catch when he knew he wasn’t supposed to. Just like how he caught something like longing when Mirage had spoken of his mother. How Crypto’s empathy felt different than others when Mirage mentioned his brothers.

He didn’t talk often, sure, but Crypto couldn’t stop himself from expressing in some ways. Not around Mirage, not anymore.

Obviously, there was the possibility that Crypto had done something - that very specific something - but Mirage just couldn’t see it. He had that gut feeling, and following those types of feelings got him to where he was right then. Standing among Legends.

Legends, and Tae Joon Park.

----=----

It’s about a month of doing his best of forgetting what he’d uncovered when he realized a problem he’d overlooked. Elliott had already come to the conclusion that Tae Joon and Mystik were close, close enough to risk each other’s safety by maintaining their pen pal status. They kept in contact that way, so the fluke Elliott had gotten in his inbox was not the first letter that had ever been sent between them.

Which meant that Crypto was going to be expecting a letter from his former caretaker that Elliott didn’t know how to give him without starting a shit show.

Just another thing to add to the reasons he wasn’t getting sleep at night, because “doing his best to forget” was awfully hard. Tae Joon’s silences were just periods of dreadful anticipation to him now. Every time they were together and the tapping on Crypto’s keyboard would pause, Elliott would expect to look up to see Crypto already staring at him, glaring, asking him how long Elliott had known -

But Tae Joon’s eyes would be on the monitor when Elliott would brave looking up, watching text wrap around the screen at all kinds of speeds. Sometimes it would freeze all at once, certain words blinking, and a corner of Tae Joon’s mouth would pull in an annoyed grimace - meaning he’d done something wrong, and the typing would start back up with a new kind of spiteful energy to it. Elliott would go back to what he was doing, wishing he could let out the breath he felt he’d been constantly holding, because sooner or later the typing would stop again.

Elliott was stressed out of his mind and it was starting to affect his performance on the field, but a horrible, evil little part of himself relished in knowing something others didn’t. That stupid, childish thrill of secret keeping. He wanted to hold it close to where no one else could see it, because he really, really wanted to. If not telling anyone meant protecting Tae Joon, then he wouldn’t tell a soul - even if that included Tae Joon himself.

But that was kind of backwards, wasn’t it? He was literally harboring a criminal, wasn’t he? Regardless of what Elliott’s stupid gut told him. Crypto was wanted for murder - but what was he supposed to do? Tell the authorities and get a potentially innocent man potentially killed? Or tell Tae Joon himself and be proven wrong, find out the very dead way that people Elliott found attractive really are out to get him.

Knowing what he did and not doing anything about it was dangerous either way. Hence the trouble sleeping.

People were starting to notice, too. Tae Joon noticed - and it was stuff like that that was going to get Elliot into trouble. He found himself switching the names around in his head. Tae Joon Park and Crypto were now interchangeable; the only way he avoided not messing up out loud and inadvertently revealing himself and what he knew was just by... not talking.

Which was hard to do.

It was easier than trying to condition himself to stop using the name, though. Because Elliott liked knowing it. There was a certain level of intimacy to it; it felt different now whenever Crypto would corner him or when he’d let Elliott turn him away from his computer. It felt like he was holding someone more, in a way. Not a mystery, but a person. He was holding someone. He was holding Tae Joon, kissing Tae Joon in secret, making a mess of Tae Joon’s bed. It was so much, and in those moments the secret was something he almost couldn’t bear. He’d just barely hold himself back from breathing the name, he’d bite his tongue to stop it.

And then the guilt would flood into his head, because he was lying. It felt so wrong to know this when Tae Joon wasn’t the one to tell him. So, Elliott withdrew. He was polite in the games, communicated as much as necessary, still bantered with Lifeline. Slowly he weaned himself off of flirting with their other teammate and reverted back to the beginning of the season. Except, not quite, really. Even in the beginning Elliott couldn’t help himself when it came to Crypto, but back then it was petty arguments that he didn’t know he craved. Now, it wasn’t much of anything besides civility.

The worst part of it might have been that Tae Joon never asked why. He allowed the regression to happen nonchalantly, but that was on purpose. Every so often, Elliott would still get pushed against a wall, when no one else was around. Tae Joon wouldn’t ask why Elliott didn’t talk to him, didn’t visit him, didn’t invite him to his dorm anymore. He would just kiss him, hard, desperate. It was almost like it wasn’t surprising to him. Like maybe Tae Joon had been waiting for it to end the entire time.

Shame would tear Elliott up after he’d pull away without a word. It would tear him up even worse when the next time Elliott saw him, Tae Joon would act as if nothing happened. Business as usual.

----=----

It had to end in some way, so Elliott really shouldn’t have been shocked when it actually happened - or that it was his fault that it went down the way it did.

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He never had liked fighting Wraith. Mirage had been on her squad a few seasons ago and they’d spent a lot of their time in the arena watching the other work. So Mirage knew her tricks, but worst of all, Wraith knew his. Besides his good looks, charm, and being a crack shot with the Wingman, tricks were just about all Mirage had.

She had followed the sounds of his footsteps when he’d cloaked earlier in the gunfight to heal, weaving through the decoys he’d dropped without skipping a beat. It was a mess of bursts from SMGs, Wraith phasing away to duck behind cover. Another few bursts and MIrage would get sprayed down, only to disintegrate into lights and have him reappear around another corner.

Mirage strained to hear over the firing outside for her footsteps, placing her somewhere downstairs. He continued up, for once being grateful for the Skyhook buildings and the buffer they provided with their multiple levels. It gave him time to repair the damage done to his shields as Wraith presumably did the same before she began her chase again. They were bound to run out of supplies and floors at some point, but all Mirage needed to do was buy time for his teammates to secure their kills so they could come and take her off his hands.

It was a good plan up until it stopped working. Thing was, Wraith was fast, and Mirage was learning that if you’re not in her squad as often as you used to be, you forget just how fast she could be.

He heard the cocking of a Peacekeeper after he was a few paces onto the roof, which is also when he remembered seeing a fucking zipline in the building on his way toward the stairs. He hadn’t thought about it, immediately stored it under the dumb idea section; zipping straight up to the top floor just for Wraith to light him up and have him fall straight back down like a ton of bricks? No thank you, he’d take the stairs.

“Fuck,” Mirage said quickly, just as a shotgun blast exploded in front of him. Most of the spread was dodged by running around one of the pallets stacked with construction materials, but it still cracked through what was left of his shields.

He was dead, Mirage was absolutely dead. There was no way his Wingman was going to win against a Peacekeeper, not unless he hit every shot and Wraith missed all of hers - which she didn’t, she never missed.

A kick was placed neatly between his shoulders and Mirage flailed wildly, gripped at the metal framing of an empty wall and used the momentum to swing around -

- directly into another shotgun blast, one of which he took right into the stomach. That sent him sprawling. He landed hard on his back and the air was knocked out of him, leaving him gasping for it as he skidded a few paces forward.

Calmly, Wraith sauntered over to stand above him, reloading the few shots she’d used in her Peacekeeper. Mirage wanted to say something to maybe lessen the blow his pride and his body just took, but the only thing he could get out was a wet cough.

She grinned at him and knelt, shotgun going to one side so she could show Mirage the blade she held before pressing it to his throat. “Don’t worry,” she whispered, leaning in close. “I would have gotten you either way. Zigged or zagged.”

Mirage would’ve rolled his eyes had it not been for the kunai at his jugular, so all he did was swallow and wait for the push. But it never came. In the very next moment, Wraith was sent flying to the ground next to Mirage, her side smoking from a fresh Mastiff shot, the sudden sound of it nearly deafening him.

She pushed up unsteadily in an attempt to get to her feet, but Crypto beat her by grabbing at the scarf at her neck. “It seems like you zigged,” he started, mocking her previous low tone with his own smug lilt. Mirage watched as he raised his hand and his drone seemingly appeared in his grip while he finished with, “When you should have just quit and gone home.”

The drone came down against Wraith’s head hard, and in the time it took Mirage to blink, she was replaced with a golden case.

Crypto turned to face him, then, showing off the small smirk he’d been wearing. “Fashionably late,” he announced with a shrug.

Mirage couldn’t help the relieved grin that spread across his own face. “As always. Love that about you, kid.”

Crypto knelt at his side, taking the place Wraith had left behind, and fished around in the pack around his waist for the syringes he kept there. Once it was plunged into his chest, all of Elliott’s muscles seemed to twitch, but he felt his heart rate lower down to something manageable. He lost a lot of blood, though. He was going to have to huddle in a corner and lick his wounds for at least another five minutes before he’d be anywhere close to mobile.

“Thank you,” Mirage said in between a few deep breaths. “You’re a lifesaver.”

“Match isn’t done yet,” Crypto chided lowly. He stood up straight and held out his hand for Mirage to take.

Which he did, but he only got halfway up before he hit the ground again. The cracking snap of a Kraber shot echoed in the empty air above the buildings and Mirage stared up at the blue sky, wondering why he wasn’t feeling any pain. Then, he heard the sound of himself hitting the floor for a third time and thought, that’s weird, I thought I already did that.

After that, he thought, I lost a lot of blood.

Tae Joon, is the next thing that came to his mind in the form of a horrible realization, one that he ended up voicing out loud in fear, in panic. He sat up from the adrenaline that panic gave him, hysterically hoping that maybe that the other hadn’t heard him, but mostly to satisfy the need of having to see if Tae Joon was okay.

And he wasn’t, not really. He was on his back, too, propped up on one elbow, one hand clutching at his shoulder that was spilling red between his fingers. But worst of all, he was staring at Mirage like the pain was second to the shock.

Mirage didn’t like the look he was getting, and it was especially devastating that it was Tae Joon who was the one giving it to him. Underneath the cloud from the medicine coursing through his system, he knew he had to explain, had to make it so Tae Joon could understand that Mirage knowing his secret wasn’t a big deal, that’d he’d known for a long time and nothing bad had happened.

So, he began with “Tae - “ and then, for some reason, finished with, “Tae - tuh - tuh - uh - totally thought you were going to die from that.”

Finally, he thought, Nice save, and collapsed.

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They didn’t win, but that was the least of their worries. Well, maybe not Lifeline’s, but that was beside the point.

Elliott left the medbay as soon as he could, which still took a good amount of time. The nurse had mentioned something about the side effects of the Revival Syringe along with blood loss and not using anymore meds to stabilize after he was injected. They spent extra time checking his vitals and Elliott didn’t have to be a doctor to tell them that those were going to be skewed.

His heart was still racing when he made his way back into the dorms. It was a little relieving to find that it was empty; after the games, everyone typically accumulated in the mess hall to celebrate the winners. But the at the same time, it was disappointing. He almost wanted to see Tae Joon standing around every corner Elliott rounded waiting to confront him, because getting this over with meant getting back to normal, and Elliott couldn’t wait for that.

So, he risked a glance over at the other’s dorm across the sitting area as if getting a look at it would help him decide on whether or not he should knock, initiate it himself. The door was pulled up, though, left open. Elliott blinked at it once before wandering closer.

The room had always seemed bare, but the emptiness was emphasized now. He noticed that the blanket that was supposed to be folded and draped across the back of the couch to show off the South Korean flag was missing. The box Tae Joon had shoved under there and filled with parts and drives was pulled out, tipped over and empty. Even more, the drone’s docking station was gone.

Elliott rushed over to the desk and tapped the first key he could reach. Only one of the monitors flashed on, glowing blue and asking to proceed with setup.

“Oh, no,” Elliott muttered. He hurried back out to the seating area and looked up to the screens displaying that day’s match stats. Scrolling across the top was the ETA for the ship’s landing. Ten minutes. “Oh no, no, no you fucking don’t,” he continued to say, practically running to the hall for Boarding.

It Tae Joon got into the city before Elliott could catch him on the ship, it was likely that he’d never see the man again. He couldn’t let that happen.

But Boarding was empty, too, bar the few bots that managed the floor. Elliott practically skidded to a stop in front of one of them, startling the unit’s arms up and out.

“Hey, buddy, you wouldn’t have happened to see a guy, this tall - “ He holds up his hand, palm down, level with the top of his own head. “ - might have looked pissed off, which would be my fault, so I’m trying to find him. Have you seen him?”

The bot’s screen on it’s chest flashed red in the negative, then blue in an apologetic sad face.

Elliott grunted in disappointment. “Nah, don’t sweat it,” he assured the bot, even thought he was absolutely going to.

He was biting his lip when he exited, nervous. The ship held at least sixty people on it at once. It was a decent size and if someone like Crypto was hiding on it, someone like Elliott wasn’t going to find him.

Elliott swore, once in frustration, twice in shock when he was thrown roughly against the hard, metal wall of an empty hallway. Someone held him there with a fist against his shoulder and the threat of a pistol pressing into his abdomen. He was blinded before he could gather his bearings by a sudden flash of green light, leaving him blinking rapidly to clear his vision.

“Where did you get a gun?” Elliott chose to ask, deliriously, for some reason. “They don’t let weapons on the ship - “

“Who are you?” Tae Joon questioned. The aggression in his voice was something Elliott hadn’t heard since the first few weeks, around the same time Tae Joon was just as likely to twist his arm as he was to snap at him.

“What? Babe, you know who I am - “

“Elliott Witt is too clean, everything on him was too easy to find - they wouldn’t send an Elliott Witt to hunt me down.” His expression was neutral, but there was so much going on in his eyes that Elliot couldn’t look away, even when the gun reminded him of its presence with little jabs. “So who are you?”

And maybe there were a few things Elliott should have been offended by. Like how he wasn’t prestigious enough to warrant a protected record, or Tae Joon’s implication that he wasn’t capable of something he had already done - mostly on accident.

But what he ended up asking was, “You think I made everything up? You think I lied about my entire life for, what? Getting into bed with you?”

Tae Joon didn’t seem taken aback by the hurt that was evident in Elliott’s voice, but it did leave enough room for one second of hesitation. “Then they got to you,” he whispered, somehow sounding equal parts flat and devastated.

Elliott shook his head in confusion. Who was they? “No one fucking got to me, I actually don’t know who or what you’re talking about,” he tried to explain.

“Then how?” Tae Joon asked - angry. Elliott was finally able to identify one of the things burning in Tae Joon’s glare. Anger, and maybe confusion as well. Fear.

How did this happen, they both seemed to be thinking. How did I let it get to this?

“How did you find out?” Tae Joon snapped when Elliott spent too long watching him. “Who told you?”

“Mystik,” Elliott blurted, shocking the other enough to pull back just a little bit. “Kind of,” he went on in a hurry. “She sent you something, and I - I think the new software they implemented for security read my name enough times in it so it got forwarded to me - I don’t know exactly! I didn’t do it on purpose, it must be mald- malfuk - bugging out! So, I went to check, and I’d show you the forum post I found, but it’s gone already, I swear.”

Tae Joon took a step back, then another. “What did you find?”

Elliott let out a breath, wet his lips in a nervous tic. He shrugged. “Just - just an article.”

Disgraced computer technician -

Wanted for murdering his sister -

Tae Joon looked away suddenly and down the hall, like he was planning on running again. His frown was so intense a crease began to form between his brow.

“I didn’t tell anyone,” Elliott said firmly. “I promise. But - what happened?”

“I can’t tell you that,” Tae Joon told him quickly. “If you don’t know, I can’t tell you.”

“Okay,” Elliott replied, despite how much he wanted to push.

Tae Joon seemed to sense that, gave him a troubled look. “I didn’t do it.”

“I know,” Elliott told him. “I believe you.”

It it was so easy to say, but they both knew it was more than the words spoken out loud. The admission meant Tae Joon’s shoulders could drop from their high strung, protected hunch. It meant they could both breathe. It meant Elliott could push off from the wall, get close - slowly - and gently retrieve the gun Tae Joon held to find that the safety was on. Because if he didn’t have to, Tae Joon wasn’t going to hurt him. He‘d never wanted to hurt anyone.

He put his fingers on the cool metal lining Tae Joon’s jaw to get him to look at Elliott.

“I believe you,” Elliott repeated, and Tae Joon kissed him for it. He put an open hand on the back of Elliott’s head and threaded his fingers through the curls that were there, pulling him in roughly. Elliott made a surprised noise but recovered fast enough. He pushed an arm underneath Tae Joon’s open coat to wind it around man’s waist and pressed his front to the other’s, hoping that somehow he’d get Tae Joon to feel the honesty in his words through an embrace. Thinking that he could show off the part of Elliott that was dedicated purely to him by just holding him against his chest.

Anything to get Tae Joon to stop kissing him in that same, desperate way as before, like he was still waiting for the other shoe to drop.

“I’m not going anywhere,” Elliott said when they broke apart. He didn’t let the other go, though, and rested his forehead against his. “So you can’t either.”

Tae Joon’s features darken in a very particular way. “Don’t say that.” When Elliott lifted his head a little to show him a confused expression, he goes on to explain. “They take everything.”

Who’s they? I’ll kick they’s ass.

“They can’t take Mirage,” he said, smiling. “According to you, he’s too hard to carry.”

Instead of laughing, or giving that smarmy little smirk, or even rolling his eyes, Tae Joon raised a brow and asked, “What about Elliott?”

“Elliott’s yours,” he told him without thinking. “No one’s taking that.”

Tae Joon Park moved back in to kiss Elliott again.

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#apex legends #crypto #mirage #elliott witt #cryptage #cryage #those are the tags i know i'm sorry #kon's a writer #tae joon park

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shes-fast-like-me · 4 years

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apex legends zombie apocalypse au

bangalore - probably the most prepared for this situation. probably the person whose house is used as a base at first before they're forced to relocate becus it's actually p secure and she has stacks of supplies just laying about. probably one of the calmest people in group, can fight the zombies

bloodhound - this bitch lives in a secluded cabin out in the middle of fuck nowhere in the woods so they should be grand, probably grow their own food too though supplies may start getting low in the winter and such. can probably fight off zombies if they need to but probs just prefer to distract them

caustic - you know the old grumpy ass men in horror/apocalypse movies that always hate the protagonist for no reason and act like an asshole all the time (think lily's dad from twdg1)? yeh that's him until some traumatic shit happens and he grows to like the other survivors as a family

crypto - he's that person that either a) gets rlly paranoid or b) the quiet one that gets kinda sus and ppl think is gonna betray them and steal their supplies and run off but don't. he'd probably die tho if i'm being real ykno the lad in birdbox who watched the cameras? yeh him

gibraltar - the sweet protective lad. why do i picture him as lee in this setting idk but lee vibes yall. is probably the one that gets to make the final decisions on things cus he's rational but also empathetic and won't just leave ppl to die. might be his downfall tho he might try to save somebody and get himself killed idk

lifeline - the stereotypical doctor character in apocalypse settings i could probably give u like five examples there's always some kind of doctor in the gaggle of survivors. keeps the gang safe and healthy, probably overworked and stressed as hell

mirage - why does he feel like a dumb protagonist kajnsksk makes bad decisions and gets into sticky situations but somehow magically manages to survive. why do i feel like he's the clementine in this scenario. he's more like louis from the last twdg. or like luke from the second game. idk if he dies or not but it's likely

octane - the dumbass daredevil one that almost gets himself killed and is still alive somehow. probs goes missing for days on end only to just reappear completely fine the next week like nothing happened. doesn't know how to use a gun and will probably shoot someone by accident at some point during the series which will lead to him and the protagonists to be exiled ykno the drill

pathfinder - idk how to stick a robot into this au but he's quite helpful ig he's mostly there for emotional support

revenant - again dont know how to fit a robot here but as a hitman? yeh probably their best fighter alongside bangalore. probably the one that is rlly brooding and edgy and leaves the group for no reason like midseason and is presumed dead but comes back in the third season and he's like the leader of some dangerous gang or smthn. like. the lily type or smthn idk

wattson - probably the most scared about this whole thing i don't imagine she'd handle it well. i'm thinking that doctor's daughter in twdg2 i forgot her name and i do not care for her but yeh she's gonna need to be taught survival skills but i think she'd actually survive with how close knit the group would get in the final seasons. probably actually has some useful skills that she wasn't aware wouldve come in handy during the apocalypse. a clementine vibe somewhat if she survives that long

wraith - probably the most cautious one that goes out with like the protags to go scavengibg for supplies n whatever. good fighter and all that. if she dies it's pretty tragic if she doesn't there's a chance she splits off and joins a diff group or is constantly on the move rather than sticking to one place. idk man violet from the last twdg

#i came from twdg into apex so like. the violet = wraith and louis = mirage mindset is still very much ingrained ajdnajs #this is long and unnecessary but these are my takes #if u can do better be my guest lmao

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itstonyowo · 3 years

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hes wearing that sweater that was on that one website with pretty clothing

#itsartowo #al #apex #last name apex first name pathfinder #pathfinder #pathfinder apex #apex legends #HI😁🔨i am.i have been drawing him since like 10pm.it is 2am now.#also do it LOOK like i know how to draw his head?i dont

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miraith prompt: mirage says "hey wraith, I bet you I know where the next ring location is without Pathfinder using the survey beacon" and he pulls out an engagement ring

Title: The Second Ring

Type: Flufffff

Pairing: Mirage x Wraith + Pathfinder third wheeling

Fandom: Apex Legends

Warnings: Swears

Word Count: +1300

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2 minutes had passed since since they landed at Overlook, 2 minutes had passed since Mirage's plan was at get-go. He had been preparing for this special game for months now, and not just because this was the last game of the season and all of the other legends were hyped and motivated to win, nope, Mirage had bigger intentions up his sleeve. While the rest of the legends were spending their time training at the shooting range Mirage was training in his room, in front of a mirror, trying to figure out what was the perfect place in the apex map to pop the question at. He would spend countless nights thinking about the perfect approach to Wraith and overthinking about the numerous ways his plan could go, what if he really fucked it up? As the final match of the season approached Mirage had figured he got everything planned out perfectly, hell he even got a part in the plan for Pathfinder to fulfill as well, there was nothing in the world Elliott wanted more than finally being able to call Wraith his wife.

Elliott had been sitting in one of the buildings of the Overlook for a few minutes now. Usually he would loot the entire place and leave by the time you said the phrase 'Bamboozled' but this time he was taking his time, he was overthinking again which is not a very 'Mirage' thing to do. For once in his life he was anxious about something, he was nervous, he didn't wanna mess anything up. He would have been sitting there for another 5 minutes had it not been for Pathfinder barging through the door looking for him.

"Hey friend, your soon-to-be-wife has been looking for you, she is wondering when we are going to relocate." Pathfinder says while projecting an image of a smiley face on his chest

"Oh- uh- hey there I'm sorry I got a little distracted but it's no big deal we should head somewhere else now" Mirage says as he launches up from a spot on the floor he had been sitting on

"Now I don't have emotions but I sense some discomfort, are you perhaps distressed or may I even say scared?"

"W-what do you mean I'm not diss- distries- worried, nothing makes the great Elliott Witt panicked" Mirage says as he anxiously plays with one of the arc stars he had found earlier

"I am a robot of high technology, It will take a lot more effort than that to fool me" Pathfinder explains "If you wish to know my thoughts on the matter, I say everything will go according to plan and you will be at that altar in no time friend!"

"Thanks, Path..." Mirage smiles

"High-five?" Path raises his hand

"Just this one time" Mirage replies

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After completely looting the rest of the Overlook the squad was on it's way to the Refinery and from there they would make their way towards the Epicenter, where Mirage has been planning to propose the entire time.

His combat boots were hitting the ground harder than usual, the strap of his backpack hanging from the one side of his shoulders and a R-99 clutched tightly in his hands as they were making their way to the Refinery, he was thinking about what Path said earlier, there was nothing to be afraid of, him and Wraith had been together for 2 years now and he's sure she will say yes. At least that's what he hopes. Slowly but surely his self esteem was climbing up again. He glanced over at Wraith for a little comfort, she just took out a whole squad by herself and she was smiling from head to toe, Wraith rarely smiled and seeing her light up even for a second meaned the world to Mirage, she was fearless and so alluring, there were so many things Elliott absolutely loved about her. He is so madly in love with everything she is and everything she has to offer.

"There's a jump tower here." Wraith says

"Let's launch towards the Epicenter it's right next to the edge of the ring" Mirage suggests

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They jumped off the top of the jump tower, Mirage had always loved doing that, it never failed to make him feel like he was flying. They were gliding smoothly in the air, Mirage felt excited, he could feel the wind in his hair and the chill air hitting his red cheeks, he glanced over at Path and he nodded his head back signaling that the most important part of the plan was now in action.

Mirage's heart started beating faster just as their feet met the cold glacier. He brushed his hand over the square-shaped object in one of his pockets as he took a sharp breath. He tried as hard as he could to act as naturally as he usually would, he would make sure to talk a lot and throw in some of his famous cocky jokes and play with his decoys so no one would suspect a thing.

"So where are we heading next?" Wraith asked looking at both of her squadmates

Mirage took a few steps towards her and put on one of his iconic smirks and said "I bet you I know where the next ring location is without Pathfinder using the survey beacon."

"That's absurd" Wraith replied

"Maybe we should listen to our fellow teammate" Pathfinder said as he gestured towards Mirage

"Watch this" Mirage mouths to Wraith "The next ring is really close, right Path?" Mirage asks sarcastically

"That is correct" Pathfinder replies

"That still doesn't show us where exactly it is" Wraith says unsatisfied

"I haven't finished yet" Mirage announces as he walks closer to Wraith "I say the next ring is..." he gets down on one knee and pulls out the little indigo box from his pocket and slowly opens it up "right here."

Wraith audibly gasps as she realizes what just happened, she's doesn't know how to react, her eyes begin to water with crystal tears as she looks at the ring and the man she loves kneeling in front of her

"My beloved Wraith" Mirage starts "would you do me a great honor and take my last name. I would offer you my first one but that ones already taken. B-by me I mean" Mirage laughs in attempt to cover up the dumb sentence he just said, I guess weeks of preparing the perfect proposal were ruined by his malfunctioning brain

Wraith laughs as she drops to her knees in front of him and pulls him into a tight embrace "Yea, I will take your last name" she sobs happily in the crook of his neck

They slowly pull apart from each other as Mirage slides the ring on Wraith's ring finger. She takes a couple of moments to observe the ring. It was a golden ring with a diamond that was multicolored, it had a blend of orange and purple. Wraith was sure the colors were supposed to resemble them but she doesn't exactly know how he managed to blend them like that, but in reality she doesn't even want to know. She loves the ring as much as the man who gave it to her. She may not remember her past but she knows her future will be bright.

"I think this calls for a celebration" Path says and puts a thumbs up as they all laugh slightly

The voices in her head may be able to warn her of danger, but they sure as hell can't warn her about her boyfriend proposing in the middle of the final game of the season.

#apex legends #miraith #mirage x wraith #mirage apex legends #wraith apex legends #mirage #wraith #respawn entertainment

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unholyplumpprincess · 3 years

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Fucktoy

Commission long overdue for the lovely @ago-fucks featuring Revenant/Reader and a certain sex toy that’s a craze with all the cool kids out there.

Fleshlights, I’m talking fleshlights.

Summary: Revenant is best when he's tied up and begging, at least that's what you think. Or. In which you buy a new toy for your murder robot boyfriend and you get to test it out in the best ways involving bondage, begging, and getting to hear him say things no one else would get to hear.

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Fandom: Apex Legends

Relationship: Revenant/Reader

Warnings: R18+/NSFT, bondage, praise, mild degradation, reader is gender neutral and has a vulva and is specifically written as short and chubby, lots of Rev/Robot headcanons happening in here, wireplay, lingerie (on reader), Revenant has a cock attachment

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A little surprise was needed every now and again, you thought.

Revenant had been doing so well lately getting adjusted to this period in his life. In the arena, he was a menace to be seen, snarling and growling, shedding blood and laughing about it like it was his favorite thing. But, at home, sure he still snarled and growled- it was in his voice box to do so after all, but it was more of a grumble as he accepted your eager hands to drag him down to your much shorter height to press a kiss to his face plate and welcome him home.

Like a feral cat, he’d had to warm up to you. You were one of the Apex Games medical experts when they arrived injured. Specializing in mechanics and secondly in human flesh, you were hired to work mostly on Pathfinder, and then of course when he joined, Revenant. Special repairs were to be had for each model, and oh did Revenant not like anyone touching him. You had made it clear that consent was strict.

You would not touch him, unless he was comfortable with you doing so.

~Rest under the cut~

Perhaps that had made him warm up to you quicker, with giving him the choice so he could have control on the situation. He’d grumbled the first time, but he’d let you patch him up at least, and then the second time had snarled he didn’t need your help before begrudgingly leaning to the side to show where a cord might have torn.

And to present relationship? Now he cuddled up to you like an affection starved feline. Perhaps feline wasn’t a good word for him, maybe an arachnid with how his long, spidery limbs wound around you. Revenant had grumbled the first time that he hadn’t powered down in centuries, quite literally. Because he didn’t really know he could. But after some research on simulacrum, you found he had the ability to and now one of his favorite things was joining you in bed.

So now? Now you were both looking on your laptop for new toys. You’d wanted to find something to accommodate his preferred attachment lately of a cock, since dildos and strap ons wouldn’t work with said attachment. Vibrators did pretty well, but you wanted something more...hands on.

“What about one of these?” You had asked, offering the fleshlight section of the site. You’d been able to watch him hum curiously, his optics spinning as he admired the choices. Before he’d asked to see them in use. Which required looking up videos to give examples and being able to see him eagerly ask you to go back so he could pick one.

With that out of the way, you placed one in the cart and waited for him to power down for the night before you’d snuck your phone and placed another thing in for yourself and ordered it express. Carefully maneuvering yourself back into his eager arms.

Then it had been the desperate waiting game.

The box arrives at your apartment’s doorstep discreetly packaged. You know Revenant is getting ready for a match so you text him eagerly from your holopad to let him know that his gift is here, and asking if he of course wants to try it out tonight. You bite your lip after you hit send, eagerness through your chest as you take to picking up around your home to ignore your own giddy feelings. You had today off, and probably good you did anyhow considering how excited your face must have been.

It would be hours before he replied, but once you finally get that notification for his text, the sun has already started to set. You’d been tuned into the games, watching the cameras pick up on his victory with Bloodhound and Caustic at his side. Curled up on the corner of the couch and able to watch him nail Octane between his goggle’s lenses with a peacekeeper. Gory, perhaps, but you were a medical and mechanical professional, you’d seen worse.

A solid, three burst knock makes you perk up. You’d been comfortable at home in some shorts and a hoodie, nothing special nor nothing you couldn’t answer the door in. You swing off the couch, padding across the floor and open it wide open to smile up at the bot at the door.

“Hi, baby, saw your win! Congratulations on being champion!” You practically coo your praise to him, stepping by to let him in as you shut and lock the door behind you. Revenant lets his optics wander the apartment, cleaned and picked up, before finally looking downwards at you. He was already tall enough, but you were short by nature, meaning your head met about his chest plate. He’d always thought it was cute.

Eagerly, you reach up for him, making a ‘gimme’ motion until he relents and leans down, letting you cup his face plate and peck a kiss on his silicone lower lip. “No scratches on you? I know I wasn’t there today; Theodore should have had you covered.” You murmur the last bit, releasing him so you could circle him like the worried partner you were.

Revenant huffs in return, optics rolling, “Is that his name? I didn’t ask. You know very well no one can fix me as well as you can.” His voice growls in a low grumble, but you definitely take that last part as a compliment. It’s definitely worth it when you beam up at him from his side, lifting his arm briefly to check for the damages done to inner circuiting. The smallest brush of your fingers against the thick wirings of his right hip makes him make a soft noise, causing you to immediately retract and for him to be disappointed. Not that he’d show it.

“You can’t be picky if you’re damaged,” You remind him, moving to in front of him with your arms crossed, watching him mimic your stance as he goes to sass you again but you’re quick on him, “And don’t you say it’s because I know better, he has just as many qualifications as me. You just like me.” Your voice is a tease, a smile on your face he can’t be mad at.

It’s a slow walk to you room as you talk idly amongst yourselves. But as you make it to the bed, you pipe up quietly. “You still want to try, right? You know I’ve never minded if you don’t want to, I’d love you no less.” With a gentle hand to the curve of the metal at his hip and your eyes flicking up to search his optics for tension. Revenant had been...skittish when it came to sex, his biggest fear had been that he’d hurt you. Nowadays it was a way to be intimate, but you still felt the need to triple check just in case he wasn’t feeling up to it.

He lets out a snort, a sort of choked growl in his voice box to mimic the sound. A hand over yours settles your nerves with his voice rumbling, “Yes. I picked the damned thing after all. Besides I,” He pauses there for a moment, seeming to struggle before he lets out in a softer tone, bringing your hand up to his face plate so he could mimic a kiss to your knuckles. “I enjoy our intimate time together. Or whatever frilly way you want me to say ‘fuck’.”

It eases the tension in your body, a laugh choking from you as you move the hand brought to his face to cup his face plate, running your thumb on his silicone lower lip. Revenant’s optics flicker to the bed, clearly curious as to where you HAD said toy. But, your grin must answer his question, “Get comfortable on the bed and I’ll go get ready. Remember your safe words and signals?”

It’s with a soft huff Revenant does as told. Red, yellow, and green were always easy to remember. The hand signals were simple enough, depending on what was hindered. Two slaps to any nearby object or two slams of his foot were silent ways to say stop.

You wait for him patiently, reminding him of what a good boy he is and leaving the room to let him undoubtedly get his attachment on. As well as to sneak into the bathroom to find the freshly cleaned toy, rope you’d had lain out, and your outfit of choice.

Your body was always on the plumper side, but you didn’t have an issue with it- neither did Revenant at that. Your lovely body is dressed in a dark blue, lace baby doll night gown. The night gown part was split right beneath your chest with a lovely little bow, splaying across your sides and ending at the swells of your thighs. Scalloped straps pulled up over your shoulders, letting your plentiful cleavage be shown. The panties were a matching thong, with thigh highs to boot.

Perfect.

When you walk back out into the bedroom, Revenant’s reaction is almost feral. The way the static in his voice box goes lower with the low growl he lets out, his optics seeming to spin in almost a bird-like fashion with how darker orange fills the space and then thins out. It makes you feel...wanted.

“Down boy,” You playfully coo, letting your thumb slide across the rope in one hand to ground yourself and remind yourself who was in charge tonight. Especially when he growls again, his attachment clearly hard with the nodes on the sides lit up a bright red. “Remember who you belong to tonight.” You remind him.

But, God, does his cock look delicious. A black thick silicone with red textured mini spikes lining the sides as well as lit up nodes curling up to the head. Five inches long with a three-inch girth, it was plenty to take, Revenant always liked to watch your face contort trying to take him, but tonight you weren’t going to be taking him. No, no, you were going to make him cry with a toy and make him beg to have you.

The next steps are simple. Tying him up. The rope goes easily across metal, tying carefully between joints and pressing kisses where they meet. You tie him on his back, wrists to ankles and forcing his long legs up and apart with his wrists. Bound and exposed, his legs stay open and high, bent at the knee comfortably without it being too complicated. You praise him all during it, soft kisses on his ankles and wrists as you duck to the side to grab the toy and settle back in front of him.

The wiring on his inner thighs is always a go to so you start there. Caressing the thin wires that connect the joints to a thick metal core. He immediately tenses, mouth falling open to reveal sharp metal teeth and the way his throat echoes like a long hallway when he groans. You smirk a bit, tracing your fingers up closer to his hip where a thicker bundle of wires rest, letting him shake briefly as your nails trace up the inner silicone lining to form a hip bone.

His cock jerks with a gentle grunt in his throat. His cum reserves must have been full, considering a small bead of translucent red cum drips down his cock.

“What a good boy. Already filled without even being asked?” You begin small, letting your hands wander down his hips to the center of your attention. His hips attempt to come up to no avail in his exposed position, allowing you to trace one nail up his cock and watching it jerk again weakly. “You must have been thinking about this all day.”

The response to you is a weakened growl, a reverberating sound as if he was in a cave that trails off into a breathy, high sound. It doesn’t sound human, no surprise there, but it does make you grin.

A few pumps and he’s set on throwing his head back to huff to himself in pleasure. Revenant was always sensitive, had always been, you imagined centuries of no touch would do that to you. But, even now, it seems he’d be flushed all over if he could. He’d probably be fucking your fist at this rate if he could even move them, poor thing.

It’s not much more teasing before you glide the lubed fleshlight up the underside of his cock. Letting the faux lower lips frame him and sliding it up to the head. His hips twitch, his head jerking to the side and exposing the sensitive wirings of his throat with the shift of his cowl.

The wet slide of it on his cock is a tight, tight fit. Something that you can only imagine as your greedy eyes take in the crimson toy swallowing his thick shaft with a wet ‘shlick’ as it tightly envelops him. You can feel the way he jerks in it, watching the tips of his fingers curl against his ankles and his optics flickering a few times before seeming to buzz back to existence.

“Fuck-” He whines out, a shaky sound in his chest that sounds distant with the way his head rolls to the side and causes his wiring to shift for his voice box. “Fuck-- ” He croaks out again with a creak to his throat as you begin to shift the toy upwards to the head and slide it back down.

“That’s a good boy, that’s what I like to hear,” You praise him, feeling yourself affected as well as your breathing as you begin fucking the toy on him. Each wet slide is met with a wet, soft slap of the toy hitting his pelvis. The creak of the metal of his joints and how he whines and growls in soft, panted, breathless little noises. You about take him out when you twist the toy and slam it back down onto him, hearing him yowl much like an animal in heat.

“So pretty for me,” You continue with your own voice breathless, “So easy to make you feel good, my little toy.” You use the name carefully, eyes flickering to his face to gauge his reaction.

It’s positive, to say the least, where his head flings back and you know he’d be fucking into your grip if he could. Instead, he’s made to squirm and jerk in his bonds, panting heavily as you stroke him with the tight, wet little toy again and again.

“You sound beautiful, baby.” You murmur.

Just to watch him cry out and give the telltale signs he’s close. With low whines in his throat fading off to low, breathed out growls. Huffing and huffing until-

You stop.

And Revenant cries out like a wounded beast. Optics flickering until they land on you and he snarls like you’ve deprived him of his treat. You imagine he doesn’t like it when you smile, holding the fleshlight juuuust about the tip of his cock where he’s leaking the translucent fluid, shiny and wet from the toy and oh so wanting.

“Give. It. To. Me.” He snarls out each word like a threat. But kind of hard to be threatening with your dick so hard and you’re an exposed simulacrum tied up in pretty ropes.

“I want to hear you beg,” You grin in turn, tilting your head coyly when he snarls again. “I want to hear you say you’re my cutest fuck toy.”

“No.”

“I wasn’t asking.”

Revenant scoffs before he pauses at your tone, tempting and low. His optics shift away briefly. Embarrassment would be hard to see in someone like him, but you can tell from the silence and the way he’s breathing despite not needing to. He had his safe words, he had his signals, but you have the feeling he’s not even thinking about those. Instead, you can see him trying not to be humiliated. So, you give him a little encouragement with a rub of the toy just to watch him shudder.

That sparks his brattiness. He tries to buck up to no avail, tries to roll and shake and hump, for not.

When that doesn’t work, he tries again, but adds in, “Please let me cum! Let me cum, goddamnit! Goddamn you- let me- let me cum!” He sounds so cute when he does it, desperate and wanting. You give him some slack, one pump of the toy just to get his hopes up and to hear him moan with static tracing the edges only to hold it just above the head again.

“Fuck!” He snarls, desperation dripping in his tone in an almost sob. Almost.

Your hand comes up, gripping his throat and pressing your thumb into the junction of his two thickest wires. A small amount of pressure on the thinner one makes him feel like he’s going to get light headed, a well pressed pressure point as you growl at him and begin jerking him with the toy in a nice, but not enough pace.

“You’re my favorite, cutest fuck toy. Say. It.” You punctuate each word with a harsh slam of the toy twice before holding it at the head. No matter how much he cries out and swears, you don’t move, letting his voice creak and crack until you release the wiring.

“I’m your cute-cutest fuck toy! I’m y-your- AH!” Revenant near about wails it out, only to choke when you begin fucking him with the toy earnestly. Letting his breaths come out in repeated, short snarls until he’s cumming with a long sound fading off into nothing.

The cum drips from the end of the toy into your hand. You give it a few more jerks for good measure, just to watch him jerk and huff in overstimulation before you slowly drag it off with a wet noise. You set it on the nightstand, telling yourself to deal with it later as you work the ropes off of him and set them to the side.

You lie down on your back, letting him come to you like a clingy little spider. One arm wraps around your middle, his head coming to rest on your chest as you cup the back of his neck and stroke the metal forming his spine. You caress him gently, gently nudging him for him to look up at you so you can kiss the flatness of his skeletal nose and smile at him.

“You did a good job, baby.” You murmur adoringly, kissing the corner of his mouth to match. “Thank you for indulging me. You feeling alright?”

“Just peachy.” His voice comes out as a hoarse growl, no doubt overusing his poor voice box. But even then, it makes you laugh, kissing his forehead once again.

“What about you?” He murmurs after a moment, his finger hooking into the thin waistband of your panties and making your cheeks flush. “Would be a damn shame to not put any of this to use...”

“Bold for someone who just said he was my fuck toy.” You cheekily toy back, watching his head snap up and his optics widening and thinning out in a quiet threat.

You’d pay for it later, but for now? For now he just grumbles, shoving his head back onto your chest.

Good boy.

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Revfinder soulmate au cw: long post/, angst, mentioned character death, suicidal thinking/behavior, eventual happy ending

Pathfinder.

That was what his wrist said, when that wrist had been flesh. He remembered the name, because when it had appeared as a child... well it had been an interesting name to have appear. Most everyone he knew had a first name and last name, with a few people have regional and or cultural exceptions, but his wrist just said... Pathfinder, and for the longest time he could never puzzle out what kind of person that he was looking for.

Maybe it was a given title, as it sometimes happened. Names, after all, were fragile things and could easily define or cause discontent, and with the right legal steps, could also easily be changed especially in the later stages of human history and space travel. So, his later teenage and then young adult self merely shrugged it off as someone with an odd name and made sure to keep an eye to the ground. After all, someone named ‘Pathfinder’ was sure to be easy to locate with such an odd name.

But as his young adult self grew into his older adult self well... work happened. And in a twisted sense of morality, he opted to stop looking for his soulmate, because who would want to be with a cooperate assassin? Someone who’s name was Pathfinder certainly seemed like a noble type, and no matter what anyone said about ‘opposites attract’ well, they probably were not thinking of the noble figure that he had made up in his head to go with ‘Pathfinder’ and his later killer for hire self.

And then... he died. And he was brought back and made a literal mindless killing machine. And so much time passed that, when he finally broke the mind control programming and managed to find his self in his shattered psyche and destroyed soul well... he figured that whom ever was Pathfinder, was likely long, long... long dead themself. The absolute tragic beauty to his hellish life, that with his robotic body his soul was dead, and likely, so was his soulmate.

His metal wrist was bare, and he often scratched off the Hammond logo on the back of his lethal tools of trade. Fitting for a metal monster such as he.

So entering the Apex games to murder his way through Hammond industries again and look for his source code to finally end his miserable fucking existence, and finding ‘Pathfinder’ was something of a small... massive shock to his system.

He spent the better part of his first month there trying his damndest to avoid the bot if only because... surely... after all this time, all this trauma, all this... after all this... this really could not be ‘his’ Pathfinder, truly? After all this and he had to go through all that hell to finally meet ‘his’ Pathfinder? That what twisted power in charge of the soul marks knew that what had happened to him would happen to him and he would eventually stumble his way into Pathfinder’s path?

Revenant finally understood the phrase ‘Fate is a fickle bitch’.

When he was finally forced to interact with the bot, it was because they were on a team with the pretty boy. If nothing else, Mirage seemed more amicable to hold Pathfinder’s attention and he could hang back and merely stare. Sure, there might have been other ‘Pathfinder’s out there, but he had a sinking feeling that all of this was too much of a coincidence for this weird, happy go lucky bot, to not be ‘his’ Pathfinder.

And it was with great pain, that the two talked about soul marks.

“Runes, it’s fucking w-we-- weird!” Mirage said.

“That is weird, friend!” Pathfinder agreed, his screen flashing yellow with a smiling emoji.

“Hey... do like... like you bots get them too?” Mirage asked.

“Sometimes! They need to be fully sentient first though,” Pathfinder said.

“Hey, you’re like fully si- see-- you’re like your own dude, do you got...”

“Yes!” Pathfinder chimed oh so happily, his screen flashing pink with a heart eyed emoji.

Revenant almost jumped, fearing to hear his cursed name and confirm that this was the other half of his incomplete soul. Feared it. Dreaded it. Felt every fiber of his metallic being wish for some ounce of happiness in his dark and depressing existence. He wanted it. He hated it. He was a turbulent mess of acute emotions that had several warnings flashing across his vision and had him grateful that his face was the petrified image of a half decayed skull.

“Oh yeah? Come on, Path buddy, show us!” Mirage beamed.

“Here, near the joint,” Pathfinder said, holding out his right wrist and pointing towards neat indentation that formed words. “Kaleb Cross.”

The relief and disappointment that Revenant felt was almost dizzying and he swayed on his feet as it overwhelmed him. Kaleb Cross... he is... he was... once upon a time, he was Kaleb Cross. But no more. He was Revenant now. And if Pathfinder’s wrist said ‘Kaleb Cross’ that meant some bug in the system and that was a painful joke. That Pathfinder’s self earned soul was still attached to that hitman, an echo of Revenant’s being. The utter cruelty of it seemed pale to some of the atrocities that he had committed since he was reborn as a visage of hell. He...

He needed to focus on finding his source code. So, numbly, he pushed past the two to go looking through a nearby building for a better gun, leaving the two to gush about their soul marks and what and who they thought their soulmates were.

Some games later, some months coming close to getting his code only for Loba to snatch it away, some time with his teammates. Pathfinder, even if he was not Revenant’s, had managed to worm his way underneath his skin and Revenant was reluctant to say that Pathfinder was indeed his friend. If nothing else, he was a refreshing change from the piece of shit skin suits, and if you knew how to handle his need for chatter, Pathfinder was not too bad for company.

“Friend Revenant?” Pathfinder called, running after him onto the drop ship.

“Pathfinder,” He rumbled out.

“Friend Revenant, can I ask you a personal question?”

“... depends.”

“Do you have a soul mark? You are a fully sentient being, after all,” Pathfinder said, screen flashing into a blue question mark.

“No, Pathfinder,” He said simply.

“Oh.”

They took their seats.

“... People without soul marks can still find love, still find happiness. I hope that you find love and happiness, in whatever form makes you whole, friend Revenant,” Pathfinder beamed, screen flashing into a smiling emoji.

Revenant made a snorting noise from his voice box. This innocent little bot was trying to cheer him up and tell him this mushy shit? Pathfinder was almost cute in his naivety.

“We’ll see,” Revenant said, chuckling softly when Pathfinder bounced with obvious enthusiasm about his agreeance.

It seemed that right after the game, something... strange happened.

He was in his hideout, minding his own business and taking a recharge after the long day and then suddenly his systems were going haywire, telling him something was terrible, terribly wrong with his right wrist. He suspected that if he could still feel pain, he would likely, clutching his spasming joint as he tried to visually see what was wrong and run a diagnostic. And it was here, that his own optics watched as a thin series of slender indentations started to carve through his wrist, like someone was dragging a razor thin knife across the surface and neatly punching out lines that turned into letters, agonizing centimeter by centimeter.

When it was done, his systems suddenly snapped back to normal, leaving him reeling for a few moments as he tried to get a hold of himself. When he had gathered his wits about him, he looked at what the indentations said and...

‘Pathfinder’.

His metallic wrist once again said... ‘Pathfinder’. And... was this some kind of fucking joke? Why now?! When he was so sure he could be spared the pain, that Pathfinder could look forever for Kaleb Cross, the stubborn and head strong bot likely never to give up hope and he would never need to find out that he was bonded to the poor bot? What twisted power above was trying so hard to put the two of them together? What twisted being was going to watch them suffer...

The next game, Revenant so wanted to avoid Pathfinder. Avoid him for the rest of time. He wanted to keep his head down and just shut down and not think.

Something that Pathfinder bulldozed through, running through the drop ship loading zone while calling out his name, dashing up to him and coming to a stop before him, practically vibrating with energy.

“FRIEND REVENANT GUESS WHAT!?” Pathfinder chimed loudly.

“What?” He asked.

“THE NAME ON MY WRIST CHANGED LAST NIGHT!” Pathfinder continued, just as loud, before holding out the wrist. The wrist that Revenant had seen had said ‘Kaleb Cross’. The very wrist that Revenant reluctantly looked down to examine to see that it did not say ‘Kaleb Cross’. No... now... now it said ‘Revenant’ and it stunned him into complete immobility for several minutes, before he frantically pulled Pathfinder’s wrist towards him, checking to see if maybe Pathfinder had buffed out the name on his wrist and replaced it but... there was no signs of the metal having been tampered with recently. The faded blue looked untouched from when Revenant had seen it and there was no way to fool his eyes... Pathfinder’s wrist said...

“Please?” Pathfinder asked, bouncing on his feet, and somehow Revenant knew what he wanted and felt... compelled. Compelled to hold out his wrist to let Pathfinder’s box like fingers take hold of his hand (gently, delicately, tenderly and when was the last time that anyone had ever done any of those things to him? Literal centuries). Compelled to let Pathfinder gently turn his wrist to examine the ‘Pathfinder’ on his wrist, the metal of his thumb gently swiping over the metal of Revenant’s wrist.

“I’m glad,” Pathfinder said, quietly, softly, tenderly, his screen displaying a simple pink heart.

“... mine?” Revenant said, but no heat, no note of possession, just a simple question.

“Uh huh! But... we can take this slow, if you want,” Pathfinder chimed happily, the heart on his screen pulse away with a soft red.

Revenant was not Kaleb Cross, he was Revenant. He was his own being and he could do whatever the fuck he wanted... someone was holding out their hand, beckoning him towards one of many paths before him. Because Pathfinder, as his strange and unique name suggested, was pretty damned good at that. And maybe... maybe... they could take this slow. Maybe Revenant could be tempted off the blood soaked path before him onto... kinder and less darker paths. Maybe... just maybe...

“My Pathfinder,” Revenant hummed, turning the hand that Pathfinder was holding, to hold onto it.

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