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seerofmike · 3 years

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Apex Legends AO3 Masterpost

OKAY I POSTED THE CRYPTANE EDITION THIS IS EVERYTHING NOT CRYPTANE i will be specifying: ships/characters, rating, word count, chapter count if any, and status.

reblogs appreciated ! going in alphabetical order (except for fics which are connected in a series: those will be posted in order at the end), no nsfw fics this time around, lets go!

2nd Date: [Miragehound] Bloodhound lets Mirage choose what to do on their second date and he tries his Best. (G, 2.5k words, complete)

Confidence: Gibraltar knows how to defeat all of the Legends because he actually cares. (G, 900 words, complete)

Diamonds (Are A Girl’s Best Friend): [Lobalore] Bangalore wants to propose to Loba, but something is holding her back. Half-chatfic, technically a sequel to Rose Bowl, a Cryptane fic, but can be read as stand-alone. (T, 3.8k, complete)

Disco: [Holohealer] Bisexual icons Mirage and Lifeline go on a rollerskating date together. (G, 2k, complete)

Elliott Witt Fights God (and Other Ragnarok Tales): [Miragehound] Mirage Fucking Dies, and ends up in Valhalla, where he meets Bloodhound. Who is also dead. I promise it’s funnier than its premise makes it out to be. (T, 41k words, 5 chapters, incomplete)

Felagi: [Lobahound, can be platonic or romantic] Loba runs away, and she ends up running into Bloodhound. (T, 1.5k, complete)

A Good Match: [Gibraltane] Octane and Gibraltar talk about family matters while riding a bike because they’re biker gays. (G, 1.2k, complete)

Hobby: [Crypto & Pathfinder] Crypto draws and Pathfinder wants to learn how. (G, 1.3k, complete)

Just Existing: [Miwraith] Mirage has come out as genderfluid, but nothing feels right yet. Thankfully, Bloodhound is there to help. (G, 4.3k, complete)

Rinse and Repeat: [Miroctane] Mirage has killed Octane, his boyfriend, several times. It affects him more than he’d thought it would. (M, 6.6k, complete)

Send In The Clowns: Bangalore misses her family and sees a bit of in Mirage and Octane, who act like her brothers. (G, 1.4k, complete)

Simple: [Miroctane] Mirage and Octane share pictures of their family with one another. (T, 2.9k, complete)

Something New: [Holohealer] Mirage struggles to come up with cool date ideas to take Lifeline on. (T, 5.1k, complete)

Tea Time: [Wraithline, can be platonic or romantic] Lifeline makes tea because she (and someone else) can’t sleep. (G, 1.4k, complete)

BUBBLYSPARKS (Wattson x Rampart) SOULMATE AU:

Part 1: Swimming In Ball Gowns: Hearing your soulmate say The Words is supposed to be a good thing. For Wattson, it’s not. (T, 2k)

Part 2: Incompatible: Beach day, Wattson is still having trouble coming to terms with the fact that her soulmate is Rampart, of all people. (T, 2.2k)

Part 3: A Chance: Wattson takes Rampart out to lunch in order to address the elephant in the room. (G, 2.3k)

this one trans octane and lowkey miroctane au i made when i was a baby apex stan that i hate now but legally have to include it here for masterpost purposes:

Part 1: The Aftermath: [no ship]: Octane’s been cut off and can’t pay for his surgery, or new legs. He joins the Games to pay Lifeline back. yes this was before we knew that that was NOT what happened (G, 1.3k)

Part 2: Bamboozled: [Miroctane, can be platonic or romantic] Mirage is paired up with the new kid, Octane. Lots of banter and shenanigans. (T, 7.3k)

and finally, the one fic i posted that’s straight-up incomplete and i am not going to finish it ever:

Back-Up: [Miroctane] There’s a Valentine’s dance, and neither Mirage or Octane have dates. This fic was posted incomplete and will remain incomplete since I only posted it because I wasn’t letting 5k words go to waste LMAO [T, 5.5k, complete but also incomplete]

#apex legends #shut up mike #masterpost

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tksfandomhellhole · 4 years

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totally didn't just give up on the tumblr app and boot up my laptop just to post this

Fandom: Apex Legends (Video Games) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Characters: Mirage | Elliott Witt Summary:

Mirage is his own biggest fan, because he knows no one else will be.

Mostly an introspective/character piece I did a few weeks back for Mirage and lowkey a plea for buff (which is finally happening!!) Caustic is technically there as well.

Mirage would be elated if you told him that you'd find his picture if you looked up "Self-absorbed" in the dictionary. The idea of negative press doesn't exist to him.

Or at least that's what he tries to make it seem like.

So it would come as a surprise to most that perhaps the most egotistical and self-absorbed of the Legends does not check the ratings or read the comments on any forums about the games.

In fact, aside from hanging fanart on the walls, he keeps any fan letters in a box under his bed only for days where he's at his worst.

(He tends to have a lot of those)

Because the reality is, Mirage is his own biggest fan.

If he wasn't, who else would be? He's certain it's no one.

Growing up the youngest of four boys, it was easy for Elliott to internalize a lot of things that his brothers didn't really mean.

One of those things was that being the youngest made him the weakest.

When his brothers went off to fight in the Frontier War they told him he had the very important job of staying here and watching over their mom. He knew it was just a way to make him feel better about not being able to fight the good fight. That once again he was being excluded because he was the youngest.

It didn't really make him feel that much better when the war was still going on and he was sitting at home feeling useless.

And it definitely didn't make him feel any better when they were reported MIA once the war ended. That now he'd never get the chance to prove himself. That he had stayed at home, useless, while his brothers had fought and lost their lives.

Elliott hates being useless.

Unfortunate that his curse of uselessness seems to have followed him into the games, the one place where he thought he could finally prove himself.

Most of his teammates wouldn't guess it, but Mirage actually brings his 110% to every game.

Problem is, his 110% is not even 70% of some of his more skilled teammates.

And when everyone besides you brings something valuable to the table, you have to hide your inadequacies behind self-deprecation and humor.

Today he's the jump master and the pressure to not make a shit landing might already be getting to him a little. "Just a thought, we could land here." He throws out, trying to gauge his teammates' reactions to the spot. Annnnd dead silence. Great. He takes their silence as confirmation and launches anyways.

"Follow the leader! Or don't- do whatever, as long as we win."

Of course, suddenly his teammates find some other spot far more interesting than the one he pinged, and take that as invitation to silently break off.

He lands on his own and loots as quickly as possible. By some stroke of luck, it's not an active spot, and he gets the drop on an enemy Lifeline.

"Nobody had your back, huh? Hate when that happens." He tells her, irony not lost on him.

He loots her stuff as quickly as possible and drops out, hoping to avoid any smoke from her teammates.

"I'm down!" He hears Wraith say over the comm lines. He takes a look at his map and finds she's none too close to him.

But what is Mirage, if not at least a good teammate, even at the cost of biting off way more than he can chew?

"Uhhh, okay, don't panic, I'm coming to save you." he says with what feels like is becoming his trademark uncertainty.

He makes it all of thirty yards before the squad from earlier runs up on him, and two of them against two of him doesn't work out in his favor. "Bad news, I'm down!" He says over the comm line, using the few extra seconds his knockdown cloak buys him to inch his way into a corner out of sight. Another squad joins the fray, and the first squad ignores him in favor of not dying. He watches the firefight go down suddenly regretting his choice of words earlier. He'd much rather his team all be in one place right now.

To his relief, he can see on the map that Caustic seems to have made his way towards Wraith's now banner and recovers it.

He's not too optimistic about his own outlook though. Caustic is not the fastest legend and there's still a sizeable distance between them.

There's also the fact that Caustic has no real reason to come recover him anyways.

Mirage isn't the worst shooter in the game, but he's no Bangalore. And he's no Pathfinder, no Crypto, no Gibraltar- hell even Revenant at least deploys a death totem that he doesn't care who uses.

No he doesn't do any of the things that everyone else does. He's just another- or well several- pretty faces for people to shoot at.

And he tries, he really does. He keeps an eye on everyone's shields and weapons, keeps an eye out for useful equipment, revives and respawns teammates as soon as possible, but deep down he knows it isn't good enough. There's no advantage to teaming with him. And if there's no advantage, it means anyone stuck with him is at a disadvantage.

When he first joined the Apex Games, the last thing he was worried about was the other people. He was used to looking out for himself- he had already learned the hard way that he was the only person who'd care about what happened to him outside of his mother. So he outfitted himself with his holo-tech and did his best to make a name for himself in the games. He didn't realize at the time how integral teamwork would become, and how lacking that in turn made him.

No matter which way you flip it, all he is good for is eating bullets.

He wants to improve his holograms in some way, but he's no Wattson, and he didn't inherit any of his mother's genius. So instead he tinkers with an old holo-suit every weekend trying to figure out a way to make the modifications he wants a reality. Instead he jokes about how bad he is at this while putting in extra hours at the range whenever possible. Instead he enters combat with the confidence of a seasoned pro and none of the skill to back it up.

Self-absorbed, self-serving, and insufficient. Well aren't I just the greatest person to have on the team? Mirage thinks loathingly.

Maybe it's more fitting if he dies here alone, nothing but fakes to back him- the biggest fake of them all- up. Maybe he was wrong to think he could really be a Legend, much less a champion.

As his eyes begin to cloud over, he's ready for death's cold embrace yet again.

Instead, someone's shoes are in front of him now, and a muffled sigh of discontent is heard as a hand on his shoulder pushes him backwards gently and he's suddenly jabbed.

He really doesn't know when Caustic got here, but he expresses his thanks as Caustic pulls him to his feet.

"Your gratitude is acknowledged, let us move now before the ring comes in." The remnants of the earlier fight are still here in the form of half looted deathboxes, and he has to scour through some of those for some heals and ammo before they move on.

It's looking like the respawn beacon they were heading for won't be in the next ring, unfortunately for Wraith, so they cut their losses and head to the center.

They encounter another two or three squads, and one rambunctious Octane along the way, Mirage continuously finding himself downed in increasingly ludicrous ways.

"I've been observing... I hate to be the first person to break it to you, but I dont think you were really made for these kinds of games, Witt." Caustic confesses, while reviving Mirage for the 4th time.

He just sighs. "Yeah... yea, I know."

"So then why do you do it? Why the masochistic endeavor of placing yourself in an environment where you are the weakest link?"

"Wow, ok, little harsh there." He says, pride hurting more than the injection site of the syringe. "I just... want someone to remember me. And I guess I thought, 'What better way to be remembered than dying in the most glorious bloodsport of our generation?"

"A foolish sentiment. Life is insignificant; why not accept your fate?"

"Listen, I don't have to explain myself to you." Mirage says, a little defensive, and more than a little annoyed.

"Have it your way. Your incredible knack for narrowly defying death has provided me an insurmountable amount of data. So much to notate..."

"Glad to be of service." Mirage mutters bitterly.

Mirage does feel a little stupid when he compares his reasoning to other people's. It's not noble or some part of a larger plan. He isn't searching for answers. He isn't doing it because he has to. He isn't even being straight about it and just acting out of boredom like Octane or Revenant.

He's just worried that once everyone has forgotten him it'll be like he never existed at all.

His mom has already started forgetting... who will be left when she's gone?

It's the one thing that truly terrifies him.

So he keeps going on, even though he's the weakest link.

He keeps going on even if he's the biggest joke amongst the legends.

He keeps going on, even if everyone else is laughing at him and not with him.

Because as long as they're laughing he knows they see him.

Really, he's more concerned about what's gonna happen once they stop finding him funny.

No respawn beacon will ever be able to save him then.

---

They don't win the game.

He wakes up alone in the med ward, common procedure for the squads upon elimination from the game.

He heads back to his room, not bothering to check the results, congratulate the champions, or talk to any of the other legends.

No one stops him.

He sits on the floor next to his bed and pulls out the box from underneath, taking out a letter at random.

The words start to blur about a paragraph in, and he puts it back once he realizes his tears are just drenching it entirely at this point.

He's ready to go home.

But there's nothing left for him to go back too.

#apex legends #apex legends fanfic #mirage #fanfic #im incapable of creating content that doesnt have angst you have been warned

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