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speedyloot · 4 years

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Faded Memories

Miraith Fanfiction

TW; Memory Loss, Mention of mental illness, Loss/Grief

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The walls of the hospital were mostly white, but some had painted on inspirational quotes outside of the usual “get well soon!” notes. The apex games wouldn’t be the same without me, at least, I didn’t think so.

But they really wouldn’t be the same without Renee.

I had to take the season off to help her. She as well took a season off to help herself. I couldn’t just sit there and let my interest lose herself, no, not again.

I held a bouquet of flowers in one hand, and cute “get well soon” balloons in the other as I walked into the room where she lay.

A little backstory: Renee had fallen from a pretty high place, and as a result, she was pretty much broken. Broken ribs, broken legs and hand, and major injuries to her skull. They think she’s gonna lose her memory, but she couldn’t forget me, right? Her boyfriend?

As I placed the stuff down and tied the balloons to her hospital bed, she didn’t budge. It was scary, like, almost as if she were a statue laying in a bed, or a corpse in a casket. Which, I’d prefer to think of a statue in bed.

Her beautiful black hair fell just below her beautiful eyes, which were closed. It’s sad that she had gone through so much only to find out what her name was, and not how she got to the detention center for the mentally ill in the first place.

It made me...sad to say the least.

I pulled out a small picture from my pocket, and glanced at it, her still not budging, I decided to talk, maybe that would help ease my mind.

“Y’know Renee, you’ve never been one to like my ramblings, but it’s the only thing keeping me sane these past few months of you not being awake.” I say softly, brushing my hand against her hair and looking at the photo of us on our first date-well, not really-at my bar.

She walked in with a black outfit on, her usual outfit, which surprised me. She was kinda like that edgy girl you went to high school with, but immediately I knew I had fallen for her.

I was making drinks at my bartender’s station and she walked up, ordering an Appletini, and drinking it slowly, watching me. I could feel her eyes burning into the back of my head.

“Soooo miss mysterious, why don’t you tell me why you joined the games?” I asked, and I leaned forward to get a better view of her face.

“I just wanna find out who I really am.” And that sold me. I knew some of her backstory through hearsay already, but this really sealed it for me. I-for whatever reason-wanted to help her.

“Well, maybe I can help?” I suggested, and she just laughed and shook her head.

Looking up from my story telling, I realized my eyes were blurry, tears coming along.

Then I saw her eyes open.

“Babe-you’re-,”

She looked at me with a confusing look, and then my heart dropped.

“Who are you?”

(Should I continue & make a part 2?)

#apex x reader #apex legends #apex mirage #wraith #apex wraith #miraith fanfiction #fanfiction #short fanfic #one shot

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lizzy-theshyone · 4 years

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*Adds a new chapter and slides it over* I’m late with the update but here it is ^^

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tinypandacakes · 2 years

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How about now? (Apex Fanfiction - Mirage x Wraith)

https://archiveofourown.org/works/38169919

*explicit link*

“You’re annoying.” She moved to leave the kitchen, but Elliott placed his hands firmly on either side of her, trapping her against the counter.

“Aw, do you reallllly think so?”

“Yes.” Renee pushed against his forearm, but he didn’t budge.

“Hm,” he hummed, leaning down to press his lips to her forehead. “How ’bout now?”

“Yes!” she hissed.

His next kiss landed on her cheek. “And now?”

#apex legends fanfic #mirage #wraith #smutty fanfiction #apex legends #fanfiction #miraith

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projectwraith · 3 years

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Mirage having to help Wraith undress after an injury.

"Just keep still, dam--"

"Elliot, I am completely fine, just let me-"

"Absolutely not, the doctor said that it's important for you to have support and-"

"And that doesn't mean getting your hands under my shirt."

It's been ten minutes now. It was becoming clear that he was not giving up and frankly, she's become quite tired of swatting his hands away and wincing with every struggling motion. During one of the last games, she's gotten hurt a little more than she should have ever allowed herself to and now... well, those were the consequences. The unforeseen consequences.

And there she was, sat on the bed in her room, with Mirage's palms decidedly way too close to her hips. He, probably, meant well, but it did not make the entire procedure any easier. She could undress herself if she damn pleased and did not need anyone's help, that's just ridiculous. Pale blue irises drilled a hole through Elliot's own hazel eyes. With both palms pressed taut against her waist, it proved a viable enough strategy against Elliot's plans to invade her personal space. But damn her if it did not hurt.

"Renee, come on, you know it's for your own good." "Like hell it is, get away from me, Elliott, I can undress myself just fine-"

"Just like last time?"

"We don't talk about that."

Wraith's gaze fell to the floor, a sulk resurfacing upon her pouty features. It was not like her to act so... stubborn and childish, but the wound was tangible, real and uncomfortable and there was not all that much she could do in retaliation if Mirage did decide to go through with his plan despite her own wishes. She pursed her lips. It did not help that a single brush of Elliott's digits against her bare skin was sure to make her squirm. It tickled, and even more than that - made her feel like this... interaction they had was far more intimate than it ever had the right to be.

So, this is probably not everything I'm going to write on this yet, but it's a start.

#miraith #mirage #wraith #apex legends #apexfanfiction #fanfiction #miragexwraith #otp

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miraithislife · 4 years

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Miraith Part 3 <3 (little long oop)

“Did you...ever have a family...?” She asked in a soft, curious voice. Wraith had been nestled warmly by the fireplace in Mirage’s private condo. It was filled with pictures, collectibles, and posters of him, of course, along with all of his trophies and medals from the Games, fan mail, fan art, comics, and practically anything else related to him.

“My family?” Mirage repeated in surprise, not really expecting her to ask that of him. He was in the kitchen, making them both some warm mugs of hot chocolate to treat the increasingly bitter cold from which they’d just sought refuge. “Well, yea. I have a family. I’m the youngest of four. Four boys. Had to screw around to get attention, you know.”

Wraith scoffed, “Bet that wasn’t hard for you to do.” She brought the blanket (with a full length Mirage printed onto it) more snugly around her shoulders, having replaced Mirage’s coat, which was hung neatly in the closet by the front door.

Mirage grinned, “Nope.” He laughed. “We were definitely a handful for our parents.”

Wraith bit her lip embarrassedly and looked to the crackling flames when realizing she had no idea what those were. She knew everyone had them, she’d heard the term before. Something about it was vaguely familiar. She wanted to ask, but the words stopped in her throat. Would she sound weird for asking such a ridiculous thing?

What would he think of her if she did?

What if he thought she was joking?

What would he think when realizing she was being serious?

A pit grew in Wraith’s stomach as her anxieties grew, and she began to get a headache from overthinking.

It’s Mirage. He’ll understand. She self-consoled.

Wraith took a breath and asked (after conjuring up the bravery) in a voice soft as silk, “What are parents?”

Mirage looked over at her. The look in her eyes told him she was being genuine and serious. “Uh,” he began, not wanting his surprise or delay in response to come off judgemental or make her feel bad. “Well...parents are the people who take care of you. Claim you as your own, cause, uh. They gave birth to you? Well no your mom does that part...the dad just--ahem.” He shrugged. “Yea they take care of and love you, basically. Raise ya. All that fun stuff.” He picked out two mugs from the cupboard.

Well, that wasn’t so bad. She thought.

Did she ever have parents...? She wondered.

“You have parents?” She asked.

“Well, yea.” Mirage replied, setting them on the countertop and closing the cupboard. “Everyone has parents, right?”

Wraith solemnly averted her gaze to her hands, saying quietly. “Right.”

Mirage winced. “I’m sorry...I didn’t mean--”

“It’s alright.” She said, rather shortly.

Mirage rubbed the back of his neck and sighed. “I mean, not everyone has parents.” He said in an attempt to make it better. He shrugged and said in a tone to play it off, “Besides, it’s not like having parents make you cool or anything.” He removed the pitcher from the stove once the water’d heated to the perfect temperature.

“At least not mine, heh. I mean, what kind of parents tell you you were an accident baby and try to sell you online?” He began pouring the water into each of the mugs, “OnLINE.” He stressed. “And for FREE?” He passionately continued, still holding the steaming pitcher, waving it along with his animated hand gestures and story retelling. Wraith raised the blanket to her mouth, she couldn’t help but softly giggle at his increasing annoyance as he recalled the memory.

Mirage was too enraged to notice her adorable little laugh. “I mean, hell. Like okay, I was an accident and you wanna sell me, but for free?” He gestured to himself. “I mean, look at me, I’m amazing! I’m handsome, I’m smart, I’ve got fans--I’ve gotta be worth a nice rack of pork chops at the very least. And I was the cutest little thing, too.” Mirage set the pitcher down, crossing his arms and leaning against the refrigerator. He shook his head, confused as to why he was so unwanted, “I had chubby cheeks...I had curls…”

“What were your parents like?” Wraith asked. “Aside from wanting to sell you, of course.”

“My mom was the sweetest woman you’d ever meet. Beautiful. Smart. Funny. She was great.” Mirage began, the selling incident instantly leaving his mind. He stood and resumed finishing the hot chocolate, adding the cocoa powder. “She was crazy smart. My mother was an engineer. She’d make things, design things, build things, break a few things.” He laughed. “That was always funny.” He laughed again. “She makes me, well, me.” He said, raising his arms to bask in his glory. “Mirage.”

He plopped a couple marshmallows into each of the mugs. Carefully, he carried the mugs to the living room and set them on the glass coffee table. He moved the gold and red accent pillows on his sleek dark gray couch to allow himself a seat next to Wraith. “She introduced me to illusion-creating tech. And...well, long story short I got obsessed and addicted, went to school and learned about mechanisms and doohickeys and whatchamacallits, and, well, yea, here I am.” He handed her her mug first.

“Then we made some pretty cool stuff together. My favorites were all the holo tech, I mean come on look at this baby.” He said proudly with a smug look on his face, gesturing to his outfit. “Worked at the bar for who knows how long, heard about the Games and wanted to join, sounded pretty fun. But I didn’t want to leave my mother alone, you know, since everyone else was gone.” His face fell.

“Until one day she came up to me after a long day of work and gave me a set of customized holo devices and told me to follow my dream.” He looked at her and smiled. “So, I did. And I promised to give her some money to help her get out of some long overdue debts and out of the slums and dirt we’d always lived in. I can finally say I’ve helped make her happy, now. I make sure she’s taken care of before going off to compete, cause you know, never know if that’s my last time seeing her.”

Wraith failed to suppress the warmth that washed over heart. “She sounds amazing.” She took the mug graciously. “Thank you.”

Mirage smiled, “Yea, she really is. Everything I do now in the Games is for her.”

Wraith couldn’t help but feel her heart warm her chest. She’d always seen Mirage as silly and rather self-centered, but it turned out, to her pleasant surprise, that there were things that truly mattered to him more than just women, fans, or having the spotlight on him. “She’s lucky to have such a great son like you. I’m sure you two have always been really close.”

Mirage blushed at her compliment, “Thank you.” He wrinkled his nose and shrugged, “Nah, not always. We didn’t really get along that well at first (which was entirely my fault), and we kinda just bonded after my three older brothers died in the Frontier War, so all she had was me by default.” He laughed wryly. “But honestly with the engineering thing, it helped make it work. Now I can’t imagine life without her.” He took a sip from his hot chocolate, only then realizing Wraith hadn’t.

“Don’t like hot chocolate?” He asked.

“Oh, no, that’s not it.” she replied. “I’ve just never had it.” Her eyes didn’t move from the chocolate tainted white blobs floating in her mug. “What are those?”

Mirage scoffed, “What are those? Only the best things ever!”

Wraith smiled, “What are they?”

“Marshmallows. Soft, squishy, sweet thingamajigs...I don’t really know what they are, but they make everything a million times better. Especially in hot chocolate.” Mirage replied. “Try it.”

Wraith looked at him, then back to her mug. Slowly, she curled her full, rounded lips, silently blowing away the steam that arose from the mug, watching it dissipate into the air. She closed her eyes and inhaled the heavenly, chocolatey aroma, exhaling a soft hum of content. Mirage, adorably, watched her place the mug’s rim to her mouth, but couldn’t keep his eyes off her beautifully shaped lips. Keeping her eyes closed, she took a sip. She sighed through her nose in content as the soothing warmth made its way down her throat and through her body, reveling in the cocoa’s richness and the marshmallow’s delicately sweet touch.

“Mmm.” She opened her eyes and met his. Her heart skipped a beat. The look in his eyes scared her. But...in a good way. There was no doubt he was in total awe and completely enamored of her existence. Mirage couldn’t hide anything from her even if he wanted to, and the throbbing in his chest that burned so fiercely out of love, longing, and desire began to grow to a point at which he couldn’t control or suppress for much longer.

Her heart raced.

There was so much she wanted to tell him.

So much he needed to know.

So much she wished she had the strength to tell him.

So much she wanted to share with him...in every way possible.

A blush touching her cheeks, she smiled warmly. “It’s delicious.”

Mirage beamed. “I’m glad you think so. And that looks good on you, by the way.”

Wraith slightly furrowed her brow, “What does?”

Mirage replied dreamily, “That smile.”

Wraith quickly averted her gaze as her blush deepened, she cleared her throat in attempt to change the subject, “What about your fath--”

Mirage’s mood changed quickly. “My dad was an absolute scumbag. Was never there. Hit and cheated on my mom. Abused and overworked us boys. Cursed us out. Destroyed the house. Kept us poor and put us down. Drank his life away and took his problems out on us. List goes on and on.” He said with a wave of his hand.

“Disappeared one day and never came back. Left us dirt poor and starving and took everything my mom owned to sell for money but you know, it was prolla-prabob-parlabol--” He threw his hands up in frustration. “WORDS.” He hastily stood up and made his way to the wall, punching it vehemently. He grabbed his wrist and gasped sharply in pain. He kicked the wall in frustration and sat on the side of his bed, facing the wall. “His leaving was the best thing that ever happened to us.” He ended in spite, fiddling with the straps on his glove.

Wraith didn’t know what to think.

She had never seen him like this before.

The saddened and angry little boy inside of him was waking up, and she knew that feeling all too well. To feel trapped. To have emotions suppressed and not worked through. To feel resentment and revenge. To want answers. To want to just know why.

Without a sound, she arose from the cushions and to his side, the bed bouncing a little as she sat. Mirage’s body swayed a little from the movement, his head hung low. Wraith reassuringly laid a hand on his shoulder. “I’m sorry, Mirage. I know that must’ve been very hard for you...to not have someone there when you needed them most, let alone cause so much pain...and to not understand why.”

Her hand gently turned his face to hers, and the look on his face nearly broke her heart. His face fell, his head hung low, and his eyes were full of sorrow and pain. Angry tears pricked his eyes, and several had begun to make their way down his cheeks.

Wraith continued, gently cupping his face with her hands and using her thumbs to wipe away his tears, “To have things happen out of your control and suffer from it. Whether it’s you or loved ones. Then you question what you did wrong and what you should’ve done right, as if it’s your fault...taking on that burden.” She lifted his face so their eyes met, and with a gentle motion, she brushed his hair from his face and behind his ear, then caressing his cheek in the same manner he had to her earlier. “But that doesn’t make you wrong in how you feel. Your emotions are valid. It’s okay to cry. It’s okay to be sad. It’s okay to feel hurt. It’s okay to be angry. Just don’t let them define or change who you are.” She smiled.

Mirage stared at her, speechless.

How did she know what to say? And how to say it? So elegantly and well put?

“That’s...exactly how I feel, Wraith.” Mirage said. He never doubted her past experiences, but the level to which they could relate was so touching it made his heart feel so much lighter. He now knew, finally, at 30 years old, that he wasn’t alone.

Wraith scoffed through a soft laugh. “Well, I know a thing or two about loss and pain.”

Mirage gently took her hands from his face and cherished them in his, pressing his lips to her knuckles several times, not breaking eye contact. “Well, you’re not alone anymore.”

#miraithislife #part3 #fanfic #mirageandwraith #miragexwraith #mirage #wraith #randomfluff #randomfluffs #love #cute #relationship #aww #miraith #fanfiction #apexlegends

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hybristophilica · 4 years

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𝑺𝒊𝒍𝒆𝒏𝒄𝒆 𝒊𝒔 𝒈𝒐𝒍𝒅𝒆𝒏, 𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒑𝒕𝒆𝒓 4 ("Like a wave of invisible violence") is up now!

➤ apex legends

➤ 6.2k

➤ trans octane

➤ fwb miroctane

➤ brotp holohealer , lifetane , miraith

➤ minor angst & character study

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keyboardpunk · 4 years

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Sting

Mirage x Wraith / Elliot Witt x Renee Blasey / Miraith

Rated: M(18+) for graphic sexual content ~ This was inspired by some gorgeous art by keare-linnua. It’s super short... nothing special... just a little blurb of some inspiration I got from her art. (its just pure smut btw) Thanks for reading!

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"Harder,” she whispered into his ear, following the breathy demand with a sudden bite to his lobe. Elliot hissed and and tilted his head back, submitting his neck to her. Renee’s teeth trailed down his throat, biting at his skin in a manner that wouldn’t leave a mark beyond morning, but left a brief, tingling sting. Elliot moaned shamelessly at the sensation. His adam’s apple bobbed dramatically and Renee smirked into his skin. When she got to his shoulder, a muscular part, right next to his pulse, she bit down hard enough to leave a mark.

Elliot’s head fell forward and he groaned into her hair. Despite her onslaught, he hadn’t obeyed her demand. He was fucking into her languidly. He wasn’t sluggish, by any means, but was moving at a steady pace, with calculated thrusts. Her legs were slung up on his hips, heels digging into the back of his thighs, nudging him back in every time he slid halfway out. Her left arm was clinging to his back, her nails digging into his flesh. When the pain of the void would sting, her nails would bite into his skin in a sudden clench. It hurt a little; but, he didn’t mind whatever kept her grounded.

“Harder,” Renee whispered again, nudging against his throat with her nose. Her hand, that had been resting against the back of his neck moved up, sliding along the short hairs on the back of his head, to grab a fistful of the longer, wavy locks on the top of his head. She gave a little tug, by no means harsh enough to hurt, but enough to give him a sensation. Elliot moaned shamelessly, his head limply moving along with her pull.

His face came into her field of view, and she realized his eyes were closed. She stopped pulling on his hair, but kept her hand there for a moment. Feeling her breath on his face, Elliot opened his eyes a little, half-lidded and cloudy with lust. He leaned in and kissed her, firmly, taking hold of her lips like they were the only source of oxygen in the room. They parted a minute or so later with a wet, smacking sound.

Renee’s hand released his hair and slid down the side of his head, her nails gently scratching at the short hairs. “Elliot,” she whispered, almost threateningly against his mouth. His honey brown eyes looked down at hers, and caught the wild, almost annoyed look in her cloudy, pale eyes. This close, she couldn’t really see much else but his eyes. Her hand lowered until it was cupped at the side of his neck. There was no way she could fit her small hand around his neck, but her thumb prodded at his pulse as if to threaten that she would try.

Elliot’s eyes, as expressive as always, simply said, ‘I dare you'. She growled a little, subtle and quiet; but, it was enough to make Elliot’s back tremble with delight. She lifted her hips to meet his thrusts, as best as she could with him on top of her like this, trying to get more friction. She gave up quickly, finding it was pointless. He was much bigger than her. Even with her being as strong as she was, like this, she was at his mercy... mostly. Elliot’s eyes fluttered shut and he gently laid his forehead against hers. “I want to make love to you,” he confessed breathlessly.

Renee grunted in response, “make love to me harder”. She didn’t sound as firm and cold as she had wanted to. She sounded out of breath and a little delirious, like she was lost after running and running. Maybe, in a way, she kind of was. Right after the match ended, and they returned to their quarters, no time was wasted doing anything but this. Their mouths molded together and they practically tore each others clothing off. Elliot’s holo-tech suit was slouched up on the corner of the bed, halfway on the floor and she was pretty certain her underwear was next to their heads. Elliot still had a slight imprint on his forehead, left behind by his goggles and Renee’s hair was still in a bun, though on the verge of completely unraveling.

“Come on,” she whispered harshly, using her legs to drag him down and press him into her, hard. As Elliot leaned up to look at her, Renee leaned back, her head falling into the sheets. She pulled him in as deep as he could go, until he was nuzzled tight into her thighs and his cock brushed her cervix. Her mouth fell open, though she was quiet, and Elliot saw total bliss on her face. His thrusts had stopped in that moment, as she held him still with her legs.

Her leg muscles, tight against the backs of his thighs, relaxed a moment later. She looked up at him, ebony bangs adorning her face. Some strands curled around her cheeks, a few stuck to her forehead. Her pale eyes were practically glowing through the darkness of Elliot’s room. He licked his lips, feeling his resolve crumble at the delirious look she was giving him. This was their ebb and flow, in a way: she always made him give in, eventually.

He pulled out, halfway, and slammed back into her, hard enough that it jolted Renee. Her head fell back against the sheets and she let out a sharp gasp. Elliot froze up, suddenly afraid he had hurt her. Renee opened her eyes and glared at him. Her right hand trailed down his neck to scratch at his shoulder. “Come on,” she urged him, her voice low, a harsh whisper. He pulled out slowly and repeated, slamming back into her harshly. Her head fell back against the sheets and she exhaled sharply, as if the wind had been knocked out of her.

The scratches she left down his back were stinging. It went nicely with the sensation of her cunt fluttering around him. She was burning hot on the inside, juices gushing past their connection and soaking his pubes. He stopped again and Renee looked up at him like she wanted to hit him. “Come on - give it to me,” she panted, her words sounding venomous, demanding.

Elliot leaned in and kissed her again before obeying. He stayed close, his lips centimeters from hers, so he could devour every little sound she made. He would pull out slowly and slam back into her, harshly enough that it shook her body and he could feel her bones rattle. Renee was never vocal in bed; and so, he made sure to never miss any of the little noises she made: the puffs of air, quiet gasps, and the occasional, faint moan.

“Yes,” she exhaled lowly, her head lulling to the side and eyes falling shut. Elliot was almost mesmerized by the sight of her, looking so fucked out and euphoric on his bed, beneath him, because of him. Her head titled back and he took the opportunity to nuzzle into her pale neck. She sighed at the sensation of his soft beard tickling the flesh of her neck where he kissed and nibbled. His hips kept up with her demands, slow and then hard. Pretty soon, it was effortless. She fluttered and throbbed around him with delight, squeezing at his cock deliciously.

“El-” she suddenly murmured, a low exhale, the sound catching him offguard. It made his hips falter and he moaned suddenly. “Ren,” he panted back, his lips shifting from her neck to her jaw and then her cheek. Their noses brushed together and he looked at her: at the face of a woman who had just surrendered to pleasure.

“El,” she whispered again. At that point, Elliot had given up on his harsh thrusts, and was fucking into her properly, swift and precise. Renee’s arms circled around his back, holding onto him tightly. “Close,” she gasped out between harsh pants. Elliot chased the sensation, breathing in her air as they panted against each other. “Don’t stop,” she gasped, sounding so unlike herself, her demanding tone replaced with something soft and needy. “N-never,” he promised.

#Miraith #Mirage x Wraith #Elliot Witt x Renee Blasey #fanfic #fanfiction

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sdjfhlaskjdfhsjdfhkjsdf · 5 years

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is there a Miraith sick fic or am I gonna have to set aside 10 years to write it

#miraith #im genuinely curious #because i will read it #otherwise i will add to my fanfiction portfolio #or both babey #talking

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flug-hat · 5 years

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OKAY SO im thinking of writing an Apex AU where all the legends abilities are their super powers, and they all get locked up because POWERS ARE DANGEROUS and essentially that’s the plot

MY QUESTION IS should it be mirage/bloodhound or mirage/wraith

keep in mind it’s going to be in wraith’s POV

PLZ SHARE YOUR OPINONS

#apex #apex legends #mirage #wraith #miragehound #miraith #fanfiction

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alphawave-writes · 5 years

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A path converges

Summary: Pathfinder makes some new friends in Mirage and Wraith in a bar before the next round of the Apex Games

Once again I am the premiere Pathfinder fanfic writer. This is a sequel to ‘A path forward’ (which you can find on AO3 or on Wattpad) but previous context is not necessary and I specifically wrote this to stand alone as well. Enjoy the fic and please, for the love of god, if you’re writing pathfinder fanfiction, LET ME KNOW AND I WILL SHOWER YOU WITH LOVE AND ENCOURAGEMENT.

I need my Pathfinder fix. I haven’t been this fixated with a character since freaking Liu Shan from freaking Dynasty Warriors, and I’m still fixated on that beautiful fool of a man. Enjoy, friends!

Pathfinder had never been in an establishment such as this because he never had a need to enter until now. The bar known as Knickers was a seedy little place in the outskirts of Angel City filled with mean looking mercenaries and skimpily clad waiters and waitresses wearing only underwear (hence the name Knickers). Ordinarily, a corporation would never publicly sponsor a place such as this, but then again the Apex Games was no ordinary event and the contestants that typically joined were rarely the type to care about luxury and sanitation. Pathfinder strode in and surveyed the drunk and angry people, a strange creature in foreign lands. Making friends was going to be a bit more difficult here.

Pathfinder wouldn’t be in a bar were it not for the next match of the Apex Games, which required squads of three. By this point in time, there had been many meet-and-greets with the other legends who had passed the preliminaries, giving everyone ample time to establish alliances and forge bonds. Even if the alliance was only for the Apex Games, the audience ate it up like cake. Pathfinder’s attempts at making a team had so far been fruitless, and so he was here on his last shot to progress and remain in the games. He stared at the remaining legends interacting with each other, drinking, laughing, smiling. These were the survivors that barely lived, the last pick in the sports team, the bottom of the barrel.

He hated to think what that made him.

Still, Pathfinder must do his best. He went up to the competitors and contestants and greeted them with a smiley face on his chest and enthusiasm in his movements. It went about as well as he could expect. That is, they all told him to shove off in less than polite language. One woman—a lovely young lady with golden curls and golden teeth—was ever so kind in her refusal, dumping her expensive cocktail all over his chassis. Pathfinder did not know if she knew his components were air-tight and waterproof, but he liked to think it was a compliment. His sensors told him that the drink would be delicious if he had taste buds, or a tongue, or a mouth for that matter.

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#Apex Legends #Pathfinder #Miraith #Mirage #Wraith #Mirage and Wraith's relationship's open to interpretation #Pathfinder is STILL baefinder so of course he's the focus of this fic #This is technically a sequel but you don't need the previous one for context #If my legacy is that I wrote the world's first pathfinder fanfiction then I'm fine with that #There's been a few since this once so technially this is the world's...fourth? Fifth?#I dunno. I'm just glad Apex Legends fanfics are already coming out

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is there any lifetane fics at all that you know of?

aaaaaaaa good thing you asked because i do!!!

You Can Run (Right Back To Her) by @ian-the-existential-crisis!!! i love this lil ficlet i love the differences between their lives in this and just aaaaa it’s soo good!!!! i love pining octane i relate

one more reason to give ‘em hell by apieformydean, this fic is soooooooo fucking good!!! it’s so lovely and i absolutely Adore their characterisations in this, op really nailed Ajay imo, and i’m head over heels for the subtle flirting omfg

Regular or Long? by @ohthatsviolet holy shit this is comedy gold. Major “babe i’m in the pads aisle what size pussy you wear xx” vibes from this. i had a blast and the teddy bear scene is one of the most adorable things i’ve ever read

It’s so good to be by your side by @hybristophilica this is so short and tiny but so good i’m!!! major heart eyes at this ficlet mwah ily

Something Sweet (Like Sugar) by @xbeaxbeax, holy shit this fic took all of my emotions and absolutely murdered me. it took my very soul and wrung it dry holy fucking shit this hurt me so badly. I genuinely cried reading this it is just. so fucking good i am left speechless this is literally poetic cinema it’s literally poetry it was a pleasure to read no matter how much pain it caused me

just for the fuck of it by @ajays-lullaby!!! this is super cute and super fun and i rlly love it it’s just good wholesome fun content and i stan angie so hard so go read more of their stuff

Slow Morning by @ravagingvaliance, this is such a short and sweet cute lil fic i love it so much. it’s just wholesome as hell and i stan everything about it mwah chef kiss

heaven ‘n’ back idk who wrote this sorry but it’s alright i guess :/ jk i’m rlly proud of it and i actually read this for fun which i don’t usually do with my own fics so you know i did something right

Phantom Pains by jhopeinfiresme, holy shit i remember reading this and it absolutely destroying me i have so much love for this fic it’s unreal. this is just so well written and i loved every single second of it, words cannot describe just how much i adore this fic so much i asked the author to marry me in the comments and they haven’t said no so i’m just assuming the feeling is mutual akjansksjak

first time guilt. by Ishiyan, this!!!! i love this so hard i Live for all lowercase fanfiction, i think this might’ve been the fic that gave me the idea to start writing that way for certain apex fics myself?? anyway i stan this so so hard it’s like poetry

A Favour by @mirage-babey first of all, please check out her miraith fics too because oh my god i adore everything this woman creates. secondly i Adore the way this is written idk what it is it just flows so nicely and is so pleasant to read

aaaaand that’s just a couple off archive of our own! i’m sure i’ve missed some that were posted onto tumblr instead so if i stumble across those again i might just add onto this who knows! anyway thank you for asking and letting me spread my love for these amazing works of art. please go read them, follow these authors and comment something nice!!!

#i love each and every single one of you people who wrote these #please feel free to ask for my hand in marriage i will happily accept #lifetane #apex legends

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