#Elliott Witt x reader

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Anything Mirage related I beg I am in distress for this man

hello! i'm so sorry it took so long but i'm a really busy person (i just sleep a lot...and that's why i have almost no free time :( but i hope you will enjoy it!

so since you didn't specify i will write that for afab reader (but will try to make it as gender neutral as possible)

will include some headcanons (sfw and nsfw) and a little short fic [sfw #teaser-is-scared-of-writing-porn #teaser-is-unexperienced]. I hope you enjoy. I never wrote about mirage so I truly hope he's not too out of character!

warnings: well, nothing too drastic in any part. just nsfw headcanons. mentions of alcohol in sfw ones. bondage in nsfw (if you squint) idk, if i missed something let me know

🛸 sfw headcanons:

he really likes to experiment in the kitchen. When you're in a relationship with him, be prepared for a variety of different flavors and dishes when you eat food. He loves to cook and he will gladly make you something good. Sometimes it is a disaster, but he can learn from his culinary mistakes and never do the same thing again. He is also open for any suggestions - you say the dish is too spicy for you? He will add less spice next time. Too sweet? He will keep that in mind.

speaking of cooking - he loves when you help him in the kitchen, it's always so fun to talk to someone and have a good laugh when you are in the room togheter. Sometimes he gets too into the conversation and cuts himself with a kinfe or burns himself but that's okay, because you're always there to patch him up!

there were times when Elliott was working as a bartender and it really SHOWS. He makes the best drinks for you when you come back home and you're tired or overwhelmed. Sweet, sour, strong or weak. Fruity or more subtle. He also knows a lot about wine and other alohols, always knows which to buy when you're going to any party and want to bring a little gift for your friends.

he gets a bit shy when you initiate PDA, he sometimes actually forgets what is happening and why you do it, only to remind himself that "wow, they are actually my partner! I'm the luckiest man alive!". On the other hand - he loves initiating PDA, sometimes it is a bit clumsy, like he tries to hold your hand but you were trying to reach for something so he just bumps his hand in you, or he tries to kiss the back of your neck but you were trying to wave your head back and you hit him in the nose. But he's so sweet anyways!!

🛸 nsfw headcanons:

i can imagine he is a switch. I'm sorry but he is absolutely not a dominant type of guy. He is sweet, caring, he would not know what to do, to give you pleasure and not hurt you at the same time. Sometimes he is on top, but he is really soft, he likes to go down on you, he enjoys holding your hand while he does it.

praise kink. definetly. should i even tell you more? tell him he is doing so good and his pupils become heart-shaped in a second. Sometimes he asks you for reassurance during sex, he does it so desperately like he would choke without it, like it was his oxygen.

" Please, tell me this is what you want, tell me i'm good. I'm doing good, right? I'm all yours, just tell me i'm doing good." he whines, looking up at you.

he has a hard time controlling himself when he's intimate with you. Like when you give him head and he promises to himself that he won't pull your hair, but when he's close, he sometimes just forces your head to move faster until he finishes. He will apologize later for that :(

i think he'd let you tie him up, i somehow can't see himself as someone that would know how to tie anyone up, but if you teach him, he's absolutely up to tying you up as well!

i can see him getting so desperate for you that he'll do anything for you. Tell him to kneel and he will, tell him to bark - he'll act like a dog, tell him to be a good boy and he (after some "trying-to-be-cocky" line) will.

SHORT FIC :

🛸 summary: unexpected dance (waltz) session with mirage :)

🛸🛸🛸WRITTEN WITH THIS IN MIND: 🛸🛸🛸 (for non-spotify readers, it's called "Waltz 'katzen blut'" by Yuji Nomi)

You never saw Mirage as a classy person. Of course, he knew how to prepare great drinks that were subtle, rich in flavor, but you only dreamed of having an actual elegant date with him. You were patient, you knew that Elliott was full of surprises, so you just decided to wait. Days went by, you were participating in more and more apex tournaments; you won some games, lost a few, and so the idea of a stylish, fancy date with him was somehow forgotten. But one day you woke up, and your partner was not in bed with you, in fact, he was nowhere to be found. You looked around, only to find a note on your bedside table. Opening a cute, fancy envelope, you took out a nicely folded piece of paper and read the text written on it. The handwriting was not the prettiest, but you immediately knew that it was his.

"To the love of my life, from yours only."

You saw the headline and smiled.

"I, Elliott Witt, am pleased to invite you for a picnic, but not a boring 'cookies and tea' type of one! Oh no! It will be a really delightful experience that I planned out just for the two of us to enjoy! That's why, my dear, the only thing you need to do is pick a fancy outfit and meet me at the front at 4 p.m. I'll be waiting."

Your heart fluttered when you realized that it might actually be a better idea than a night at a restaurant or something like that. Classy picnic? Just for you to enjoy? Oh, your man really knew how to please you.

Jumping out of bed, you tried your best not to get too excited. You picked out your best clothes and did everything else you wanted to do [skincare, make-up, etc.] and when the right time came, you walked outside of your apartment, heading towards the exit. Elliott waited for you in your shared car, and when you got in, he drove off. The silence that was accompanying you while traveling was not uncomfortable, it just helped to build the right atmosphere. Before arriving, Mirage looked at you with a soft gaze, hints of scarlet painted her cheeks as he whispered:

⎯⎯⎯ You look really beautiful, y-you know? I actually didn't think you'd take my note seriously... I mean, it's not like it was a joke or something! I just- uh…I just kinda think you might not like the idea of a picnic as much as I do… ⎯⎯⎯ There was a measure of anxiety scrawled all over his face, and you tried to ease it by holding his hand. He was clearly nervous, but he planned your date with such devotion and love, how could you not treat it with the same amount of passion?

⎯⎯⎯ Elliott, it's okay, I'm sure it will be great. You also look really good. This suit…suits you. ⎯⎯⎯ You giggled at your own pun and looked at the car window. It was getting dark. Last sunshine rays were casting on your face. So that's what it means to feel truly loved, huh?

When you arrived at the little meadow you recently discovered and considered yours, you could see that everything was already prepared. A little, wooden table in the middle, a medium-sized lamp shining with warm light at the top of it, a cute, colorful blanket laying nearby of everything else. Food hidden in the cutest basket you could ever imagine.

Elliott grabbed your hand, and you both started to slowly walk towards the prepared place. He then started to search for something on his phone, you tried to see what it was by looking over his shoulder, but he effectively made it difficult for you by covering the screen with his other hand. Suddenly, music started playing. It was soft and classical. Oh, you didn't hear any classical music in such a long time! There had to be a small speaker hidden somewhere near the table, because that's where the music was coming from.

Your boyfriend put his device away and held out his hand to you while smiling.

⎯⎯⎯ would you mind a little dance with me? Do you know how to waltz? ⎯⎯⎯ He asked gently, his voice getting a bit more confident.

You nodded, taking his hand, and as he pulled you closer, you discovered that he was not only the best boyfriend in the whole world, but also a great dancer! It was not only a simple waltz, it was a dance of intertwined souls, where every glance spoke volumes without uttering a word. You both found yourself relaxed and finally at peace.

the end, hope you liked it.

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[bunnysdaydreams]

Apex Legends find out Reader’s been cheated on

This one shot is gender neutral so everyone can enjoy

Mirage (Elliott Witt)

When Mirage sees you down in the dumps sitting in a booth all by yourself he goes over to you

He’s going to be worried because he knows you are always happy go lucky…even when you aren’t

When you tell him that you’ve been cheated on he doesn’t know what to do right away

He’s upset because your sad, but also angry because who hurt you

One part of him wants to find this guys’ house and egg it

And the other part wants him to stay and comfort you

So he does what he thinks is best

He makes you one mean drink and sits with you so you can vent to him

When you are decently drunk he asks you about where this douche bag lives…for later purposes

You tell him and then beg him not to do anything

Everyone knows that Mirage may be a funny and nice guy, but he wasn’t a legend for nothing

“Don’t worry kiddo, Mirage is here to save the day. Also I don’t want you to get sick so you’re only having that drink, ok?”

Crypto (Taejoon Park)

Crypto and you have this little habit, you go somewhere and he miraculously finds you

Well when he finds you today, he is a little shocked on why your eyes a blood shot red

When you tell him about your cheating lover that’s when his mood changes

Just because he’s under an alias doesn’t mean he isn’t an older brother

He immediately finds this person and threatens them, they won’t know who he is

Once he’s done he checks on you to make sure you’re not crying your heart out on someone like that

Once you’re calm he suggests watching some movies…that he totally pirated

Most are Studio Gibli movies, he definitely puts on Ponyo

For you

Totally not him

“I wouldn’t worry about that person any more. Off the grid is the only secure way to go”

Octane (Octavio Silva)

He doesn’t even need to know, to know what happened

Unlike Mirage, Octane lives for dares and stunts

He doesn’t need to be told twice to go and egg this annoyances house

Even better he live streams it to show everyone that this person could not be trusted

He also vandalizes their car and slashed the tires

Anyone who hurts you will have a problem with him

He might also take some selfies here and there to cheer you up

And even though you shouldn’t be happy, you couldn’t help but laugh

Afterwards he’ll run back to your place and have some drinks and snacks for the both of you

And maybe he snagged some good edibles cause he knows you

“Cheer up Amigó! I got the need for speed!”

[anxioustwilight]

You know my Android AU? Well, at some point my brain went “What if Mirage evil real?” and now I’m obsessed with a Yandere!Mirage android. So if you’re interested, please send asks and things.

[that-one-weeb-buts-its-the-main]

hihi! I saw you wrote for mirage aaaaand spare some n?sfw fic where Mirage and reader are making out and Octane bounds in?? thank you if you fulfill this request <33

Cockblocker| Elliot "Mirage" Witt

Reader: AFAB/she/her|

Note: Guys, please put the pronouns/gender of the reader you wish, or I'm just gonna do whatever gender I feel like, this is short too

Warnings: starts with smut, ends with octane cock blocking, fingering, making out, 18+

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Elliot fell back on the sofa, his lips covered in lipstick along with his face, his shirt lost somewhere on the floor with his loafers...Date night was going better than expected.

Y/n climbed up on his lap, her hands holding his face, thumb pulling on his bottom lip.

"Hey there handsome." Y/n smiled.

"H. Hey." Elliot chuckled nervously.

"Aw...is my boy nervous?" Y/n teased.

"W. What?! No!" He blew off, Y/n raising an eyebrow at him, "oh just kiss me again alright!"

Y/n laughed, his hands resting on her hips as she pulled her face to look up at her, she leaning down to kiss him, staining his lips even more with the deep cherry red color. Y/n pulled away.

"You look good with lipstick on." Y/n chuckled, her thumb pulling on his lower lip, he leaning his head forward to let her thumb slip into his mouth.

Y/n chuckled, Elliot was biting her finger, no enough to hurt her but to make her feel it.

"Hey!" Y/n pouted, pulling her hand away.

"Ooo did I bite? Sorry."

"Oh you little!"

Y/n grabbed the pillow closest to them and hit Elliot with it. He grabbed one as well and hit her back. A pillow fight started, and they both laughed as they got up, running around the room.

Elliot got her against the wall, knocking down a frame on the wall nearby, she laughing as he kissed her quickly. Y/n hummed with closed eyes and a smile into the kiss, Elliot dropping his pillow and Y/n's pillow following after. She wrapped her arms around his neck, he kissing her sloppily, sliding his leg between her legs.

"Elliot," she groaned.

"Mhm...shh.." Elliot mumbled, "I've got you..."

Elliot unbuttoned her shirt, anxious to get it off her, exposing her bare stomach and bra.

"I hate taking these things off." He argued she was laughing as she pulled her shirt off.

"Leave the good stuff for last.' Y/n chuckled, unbuttoning his pants and unzipping them. They hanging loose on his hips, "yet again i dont know if I can keep my hands to myself."

"All at once is good, too." Elliot recommended.

"All at once is good." Y/n smiled.

Elliot's smile widened, kissing her happily, his hands pulling at her pants, getting the button undone and her pants unzipped he slipped his hand in. His fingers teasing her soaked clit, causing her to pull away and moan softly, two if his fingers pushing into her.

"Fuck.." Y/n groaned, Elliot, kissing her neck only caused her to lean her head back more and grip his hair.

"Hey! Sis!" Octavio shouted, opening the door, "Had to get Wattson to hack the door code, why'd you lock it-"

Y/n looked Octavio's way, Elliot's hand still deep inside Y/n's pants. Elliot looked his way at the group looking at each other in horror before Elliot scrambled to take his hands off of her and fingers out of her.

"Elliot, ow-"

"Sorry! Sorry!" He spoke, pulling his hand out of her pants and stepping away; her wetness coated his fingers and out of panic he licked them clean as if he was just eating chips.

"I'm...just gonna go..." Elliot spoke quickly grabbing his shirt and shoes before leaving, passing bu Octavio quickly.

"Dude." Octavio argued, "What the fuck!"

"me what the fuck!? You what the fuck!" y/n argued.

[wattsbaby]

mirage, ash, octane and lifeline with a gf being harassed for having OF

tags: misogyny, supportive! legends, emotional hurt/comfort, murder (ash), protective behaviours

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ELLIOTT WITT | MIRAGE

he's head over heels for you

adores your line of work too, he's almost your main provider

elliott is very upset when he starts seeing comments under his posts with you in them, they would shame your career and call you nasty things

immediately gets his pr team to laser all of those comments off the face of the world, starts blacklisting insults on his posts because he knows you see them

comfort for him is literally cuddles and good food, so he orders your favourite foods and cuddles with you all night

assures you that your job is nothing to be ashamed of, especially if you enjoy it

ASHLEIGH REID | ASH

hears snide comments behind your back

thinks they are very disrespectful, if they had something to say, they could at least say it to your face

ash is angry, very angry, whereas leigh wants to comfort you

those people are gone without any word, never to be seen again; and ash relishes each kill

you dont get too concerned when they disappear, and give them a soft smile when they return

they dont tell you, yet ash is extra protective and leigh is very clingy

they take time to compliment your outfits and costumes for your posts, view your work over your shoulder, and gently runs their fingers over your cheeks as they admire your makeup

leigh feels like she's falling in love all over again, and ash does too she's just less emotional about it

OCTAVIO SILVA | OCTANE

some random guy started making rash assumptions about both you AND tavi during a livestream

octavio is relaxed, not instantly banning the person, making a few jokes and trying to move on

you were visible in the background, relaxing and enjoying some mutual time with your boyfriend as he streams

the commentor starts focusing you, assuming you had an OnlyFans, which you did, and started calling you all sorts of names

tavi reads out a few comments to you, and you both laugh openly and make fun of the guy

tavi doesn't hesitate to defend you, even flexing that you're in the top 100 creators and pulled in a lot of cash for yourself

the guy gets banned soon after, and all octane-fans around the world flux to defend and support you

he and his community have your back until the end

AJAY CHE | LIFELINE

you just stopped by to drop off lunch at the medical bay, giving her a soft kiss

the guy she's treating recognises you and immediately starts badmouthing you after you leave

ajay snarls a little, but does her best to keep composed

starts defending you avidly, and almost kicked the guy out- yet shes the bigger person

"ey, shes pulling in fair cash and likes her job. give her some respect."

the guy falls silent after a while, yet ajay is visibly irate

gives you extra pampering and love when she gets home

[crazy-fandom-madness]

What I’m a legend right?Mirage x Reader

So I was taking about being down bad for Mirage when I started playing so here and yes I kick my legs and giggle while reading my own fics enjoy

Summary: Mirage try’s to impress you but you let him know he doesn’t need anything fancy or cool for you to love him

Words 1.1k+

Sfw/ Establish Relationship/ Angst/ Fluffy End

“I’m sure I can hit that target no problem.” Vantage just looked at him. “You have a peacekeeper.” That didn’t seem to bother him he took aim at the target ready to shot. You walk over and grab the gun from him. “Hey come on I was going to do something so awesome.” You simply look at him. “I’m stopping you from making a fool of yourself. Again.” He crossed his arms but got another idea. “Hey octane wanna race?” You can see Octavio’s eyes light up he would never turn down the chance to race. “Your on amigo try and keep up.” Of course Mirage lost no one can out run Octane. “Nice try compadre but no one can beat me.” Elliott walked back over to you out of breath embarrassed. He just looked at you before heading to his room, where he remained all day. Back at the drop ship you say with Horizon and Valkyrie enjoying some tea.

Remember that Mirage has been in his room all day. You excused yourself to see if he was ok, getting no answer from knocking you open the door. “Hey Mirage you in here are you ok?” Was he crying? Yep he was. “Oh hey I was just uuhhh yea I’m fine.” You walk in and close the door gently you grab his arm. “No your not what happened?” He tried the hid the fact he was crying. “What do you mean I’m fine….totally fine.” Holding his hand but making sure if he wanted to let go he could. “Please Elliott tell me what happened I know you’re not ok.” He looks down and lets go of your hands turning away. “Do you think I’m a loser?” You didn’t even let him finish his sentence. “Of course not why would you ever think that?”

Those words played on repeat in your head. “No it’s ok if you do you don’t have to lie.” Putting his head in your hands you wipe a tear. “I don’t I would never think that I promise.” Now hugging him you cry with him. You don’t understand why the would think this sure he’s had days like this before but never like this. “I’m not as good as the others I can’t shot like Vantage I can’t run like Octane I can’t-“ you cut him off with a kiss. “Elliott I love you for you I don’t want anyone else.” He smiled and looked a little embarrassed. “I guess i let it get to me again sorry about that.” You hold him again and told him there was no need to apologize.

Seeing his heirloom trophy you grab it. “You’re the best in the outlands aren’t you?”He finally laughed grabbing it from you, heaved it in his hands. Like a child with a new toy. “Yea I’m Elliott Witt the best legend in the outlands.” He puts it back in the shelf and pulls you in for one last hug. “Thank you I really needed to hear that.” You mess up his hair and smile. “Anything for you now let’s get some rest you need it.” He doesn’t hesitate to jump into bed. Holding you close you tell him how much he means to you. He falls asleep with you him his arms and not soon after you always join him in dream land.

You wake up to him already gone, you start to get up as the see one of his clones. Soon after he walks in with some food and drinks. “Didn’t want you to get lonely.” He taps the clone and it disappears. “I got some breakfast for us.” Sitting up you grab the coffee taking a sip. “Thank you gals to see your feeling better.” He half smiled putting his food down. “Yea it just really gets to me something but I know you will never leave me for someone else here.” Taking another sip you question if he even made this food, not that it mattered. “So best legend in the outlands what’s the plan for today?” He dramatically make it look like he was in deep thought. “Well I was thinking we just hang out here just us how does that sound?” You giggle at his goofy nature. “That sounds wonderful.” You copy his dramatic expressions.

Making you both laugh, that wasn’t the first time you have seen him cry and it won’t be the last. But no matter what you will be there for him the same way he is there for you. “So what’s first in your list?” He kicks his foot on the ground like a child. “I was hoping we could cuddle some more.” Laughing again you grab him. “Cuddles with Elliott Witt I would be honoured.” He hold you close making sure he knew how much he loved you. “Thanks again for last night.” He still seemed embarrassed by it. “Yea anytime hey don’t be so embarrassed every one has days like that everyone crys.” He smiles a little happy you didn’t judge him. The love you for that. “After this I was thinking we could hang out at Storm Point then we could go to my bar and get some drinks maybe look at the stars.”

You zoned out half listening to him just enjoying the moment. He finally finished talking asking if that sounds good. You agreed only knowing half of what he said. “But till then let’s just enjoy each other’s presence.” He nodded playing with your hair as you both went to sleep again. Sure there was a lot planned ahead but for now there was nothing just relaxing. But he kept his promise and took you to Storm Point and made you a sand castle which he fell on top of. Next stop was his bar making your favourite drink and of course hovering you a show. His dancing and singing skills could use some work but hell it was funny to watch. As the day ended star gazing as last on the list. “The sky is so beautiful at this time.” He agreed in amazement he let you lay on his legs, he was at a lost for words.

Which never happened. “I’m so glad I get to spend my life with you doing this.” You say up looking at him. It harmed your heart so much. “I could say the same here I never would have thought this is how my life would go but this is so much better then what I could have ever imagined.” You both watch the stars until you fall sleep he smiles. Carrying you back to his room getting some more blankets and some water. Slowly you wake up a little confused. “Elliott?” He turns. “Yea it’s me go back to sleep.” You don’t protest letting dream land take you again. You feel his chest against your back he was so warm. Never wanting this moment to end. He kissed your head. “Goodnight I love you sleep well.” You didn’t have the energy to reply you just make a sound earning a small giggle from him. As the turns off the light you’re already asleep ready to see what tomorrow brings.

[whateverivedoneididitforlove]

Misunderstanding

✦; ꒰Elliott Witt ✗ Reader꒱ ;;✦ ↴

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

➬ Word count ⸼ ೃ ⊹ 3,479 words.

;; "Warnings" ¡! ❞ . None.

⿻ – ❝ Notes〻*ೃ༄. None.

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

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

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

— Wow! It's me, it's me!

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[•••]

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Hey, r u there?”

“Are you coming to my place again?”

“We need to talk.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[•••]

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[the-smut-mongerer]

𝚑𝚘𝚠 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚠𝚊𝚔𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚒𝚛 𝚜/𝚘

𝚊/𝚗: 𝚜𝚘𝚛𝚛𝚢 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚜𝚞𝚌𝚑 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚐 𝚠𝚊𝚒𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚙𝚘𝚜𝚝 𝚊𝚐𝚊𝚒𝚗, 𝙸'𝚟𝚎 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚋𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝚌𝚊𝚞𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚞𝚙 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚜𝚌𝚑𝚘𝚘𝚕 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚔 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝙸'𝚖 𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚝𝚛𝚢𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚘 𝚐𝚎𝚝 𝚋𝚊𝚌𝚔 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚐𝚛𝚘𝚘𝚟𝚎 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚠𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐. 𝙸 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝟺0+ 𝚆𝙸𝙿𝚂 𝚛𝚗 𝚕𝚘𝚕

𝚛𝚎𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚍: 𝚢𝚎𝚜 | 𝚗𝚘

𝚝𝚊𝚐𝚜: 𝚊𝚙𝚎𝚡 𝚕𝚎𝚐𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚜, 𝚖𝚒𝚛𝚊𝚐𝚎, 𝚋𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚍𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍, 𝚏𝚞𝚜𝚎, 𝚐𝚗 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛, 𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚋𝚕𝚒𝚜𝚑𝚎𝚍 𝚛𝚎𝚕𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚜𝚑𝚒𝚙𝚜

𝚏𝚎𝚖/𝚏𝚎𝚖 𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚒𝚐𝚎𝚗𝚎𝚍,(𝚜𝚑𝚎/𝚑𝚎𝚛)(𝚜𝚑𝚎/𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢) 𝚍𝚘 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚏𝚘𝚕𝚕𝚘𝚠 𝚖𝚎 & 𝚍𝚘𝚗'𝚝 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚊𝚌𝚝 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚖𝚢 𝙼𝙻𝙼, 𝙽𝙱𝙼𝙻𝙼, 𝚎𝚝𝚌 𝚙𝚘𝚜𝚝𝚜, 𝚒𝚏 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚍𝚘𝚗'𝚝 𝚑𝚎𝚎𝚍 𝚖𝚢 𝚠𝚊𝚛𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜 𝚒'𝚖 𝚋𝚕𝚘𝚌𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚢𝚘𝚞♡

𝚖𝚒𝚛𝚊𝚐𝚎 doesn't wake you often, due to the fact he is a heavy sleeper and hates waking up in the mornings. he'd rather be wrapped up in your arms for the majority of the mornings but if he wakes up earlier then you he usually wakes you up when he's running his hands through your hair and/or poking your face

𝚋𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚍𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍 is naturally an early riser, always without fail getting up at the crack of dawn. They would prefer if you wake at the same time with them so you two can spend some time together before they go hunting or to the games. They wake you up with a gentle shake of the shoulder, and hands running through your hair. If that doesn't work than Artur will be the one to wake you with his loud caws and pecks.

𝚏𝚞𝚜𝚎 prefers not waking you up, 𝚏𝚞𝚜𝚎 prefers not waking you up, he'd usually stay in bed until you wake up but often leaves fo go make food or to the bathroom. If he feels like you've been sleep for too long he will wake you up with some food on the bedside table and with a hand pushing your messy hair out of your face

[cynical-sprite]

Apex Legends Preferences: Their Pet Names For their significant other

Elliott Witt/Mirage💛: sweetie, honey, babe

I feel like Elliott would also sometimes use silly pet names with the sole purpose of making his significant other either laugh or get flustered, names like: sweet cheeks, baby cakes

Renee Blasey/Wraith💜: probably wouldn't call her s/o pet names, but if she did, it'd be something simple and not too mushy like 'babe', or a shortened version of her s/o's name

Octavio Silva/Octane💚: babe, baby, baby girl, sexy mama, mamacita

Obi Edolasim/Seer💜: dearest, my love, my heart, ifunanya m ("my love")

Dr. Mary Somers/Horizon❤: dear, dearest, mo leannan ("my lover", "my sweetheart"), m'eudail ("my darling", "my dear")

Tae Joon Park/Crypto💚: Nae sarang (“My Love”), Aein (“Sweetheart”), Gongjunim (“Princess”), Yeobo (“Honey” or “Darling”)

(I feel like he would lean towards using pet names from/in his language😊)

Ajay Che/Lifeline❤: baby, sweetheart, bebe ("baby"), amou ("lover"), Cheri ("sweetheart"), Mon kè ("my heart")

Loba Andrade❤: darling, dear/my dear, beautiful/handsome/gorgeous, baby, angel, Amor / Meu amor ("love"/"my love"), Bebê ("baby"), Meu bem ("my dear"), Coração (“heart”), Anjo ("angel"), Querido / Querida ("dear" m/f)

Makoa Gibraltar💙: baby, honey, dear, Ma’asoama ("darling"/"sweetheart"), La’u Pele ("dearest")

Natalie Paquette/Wattson💛: darling, sweetheart, Mon amour ("my love"), mon bijou ("my jewelry"), Mon cœur ("my heart"/"my sweetheart"), Mon trésor ("my treasure"/"my precious"), mon ange ("my angel"), Mon chéri / ma chérie (“my dear”)

Ramya Parekh/Rampart💜: I can't see her being too into pet names since she's not exactly the romantic type, so, if she did, it'd probably be something simple and not too mushy like love or dear

She would most certainly name one the guns she creates after her significant other though

Kairi Imahara/Valkyrie💙: baby, babe

Other than that, she'd probably just call her significant other by her name or a shortened version of it, maybe a special nickname she'd come up with for her

Bloth Hundr/Bloodhound💚: any pet names/terms of endearment they give their significant other would definitely be in their native language, and would likely usually only be when their alone with their s/o since they're a rather private person

elskan min ("my love"), kærasti/kærasta ("darling" m/f)

Anita Williams/Bangalore💙: I can't see Anita using pet names/terms of endearment for her significant other; she'd probably just call them by their name most of the time. If she did though, it would probably be something short, simple and direct like baby/babe or a shortened version of their name

Walter Fitzroy/Fuse🧡: princess, darlin', baby, sweetheart, he'd probably come up with some special nickname for his significant other probably relating to their name or a shortened version of it

Kaleb Cross/Revenant🖤: Revenant would definitely not call his significant other by any pet names or terms of endearment; his way of showing endearment would be that he'd never call them things like 'skinsuit', 'skinbag', or 'girlie' as he does everyone else

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If I got any of the ones in other languages wrong, I apologize in advance; I don't speak any of those languages, so the internet was my source😅. I have no intention of offending anyone, so if I got any of those wrong, please feel free to tell me nicely

@werewolfgirl1995

[danddymaro]

Me Too | Mirage x Reader

The sweet floofy stuff with Elli. though, NSFW.

As this is Mirage, we will give him the ‘ol cliche of doing it in front of the mirror.

‘Cause he’s cute guys, and he needs the love. 

Plus he’s like... a momma’s boy lol. That’s cute.

Word Count: 1640

Me Too

Earlier that night you'd been at the Paradise Lounge, keeping your trickster friend company throughout the working hours until it was just you two and a few complimentary drinks that had you both just a bit too honest with each other.

You weren't drunk, neither of you was, but maybe just a bit close to tipsy, enough for you to have been the one to put a rather crazy idea out there first.

And it was enough to have him put no hesitation between your question and his answer.

It was also close enough for him to take it a step further and admit that he's fantasized about it before, that it'd come to mind so many times before, that, he’d dreamed of it too.

And it'd been only fair for you to tell him that it'd been the same for you.

Sure, you guys always flirted, but playfully.

You never went out in the open with your sex life, until then.

"- That long?" Mirage said with half amusement, half shock.

"Yes!" you said with a bit of bite, embarrassed at the way he gawked at you like it was something to really laugh at.

Annoyed, you crossed you arms and turned your nose a different direction, “So just shut up!” you added, regretting having told him.

He noted your insult and began to chuckle, seeming nervous, " Hey, Hey, calm down!" he said back.

"Don't look at me like that," he added, holding back from shrinking under your darkened gaze.

“I just can’t believe it,” he admitted. 

  "- If it makes you feel better... it's been a while for me too," he confessed.

And that innocent little conversation had led to you following him back to his place, both of you enthusiastic, sneaking in like two devious kids up to no good.

Even if there was no one home, you followed behind him as he tugged you along, laughing when he almost tripped over his own footing, very clearly excited.

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- It’s weird.

Anything new would sometimes be strange, but this, this new thing was definitely something you would have never thought to do, even alone.

It wasn't as though it was some taboo act, but even then, watching yourself in such a state was awkward.

Well, at first it was, because slowly, you eased into the act.

' I mean... it IS weird,' You tell yourself.

 'But... but hot too, ' you think quickly, correcting yourself while your (e/c) colored eyes cannot help but slowly trail over the reflection before you, stopping at the alluring sight with half-lidded eyes that had slowly fallen from their initial wide-eyed setting.

You'd wanted to look away at first, but there was something about you being on display, handled by such a beautiful man that had you attentive, unable to look away to where slowly, your shame dwindled into nonexistence. 

Before then, the first thing you'd seen was your own eyes. 

That's what you found focus on first to try and collect yourself, unprepared for how easily you'd slip into the act.

 They'd been teary and wide-eyed in the beginning , seeming utterly shamed while the rest of you seemed to have no trace of dignity, no shamefulness that forces you to whither nor shy away.

Almost dumbly, you stare before you, bewitched by the beautiful man that also watches while the rest of his body gives you its attention.

Dark eyes sweet as the cocoa with a touch of light crème give their attention that is touched by so much sweetness your heart flutters. 

There's something especially lovely about him at that point which should be nothing but sensual heat. 

In the midst of that moment, there is a charming touch that makes you feel adored. 

It makes you feel beautiful.

And you have to remind yourself that this isn't something between two lovers, two people that have confessed their feelings as something other than simple lust. 

-  It's just that... right?

You try and keep the wings that have sprouted from your beating heart  weighed down enough so it doesn't soar to high, so it doesn’t start to believe in something that wasn’t there.

‘We’re just...fucking.’ You remind yourself, and briefly you think to yourself that what little alcohol had, had you giddy hadn’t lasted.

Perhaps that's what Elliot feels for you ; lust. 

  Maybe that’s what it is, even if his eyes say something else as they stare back at you through the reflection.

Maybe  that's all he really feels even as his chest  firmly presses against your back, making your hearts neighbors, at certain points sharing the same beat as though they speak the same language known only to them.

You know you are on the verge of tears, the thin sheet of moisture gathering so thickly as you bring your eyes so close that little drops threaten to drip down from them.

Meanwhile, You huff out, your hips bucking with each little jolt his fingers force you to act out as he presses them down over your sensitive bud. All the while, he continues to thrust into you from behind, his pace a slow, sensual roll that surprises you with every other deep, abrupt thrust that earns him squealed-out curses that are then proceeded by his name.

Something in you feels like too much, and urgency fills you. 

Your voice, even in its softest breath fails you, leaving you with a little hiccup that was supposed to be a call to him.

Overwhelmed, you do the only thing you can, your hips wiggling desperately, and he seems to get the message, picking up his own pace. His wet digits also change it up, leaving you tilting your head back, your eyes rolling up before they closed tightly.

one of your hand's skim over your chest, the act you are used to done out of instinct. Your hand normally clutches your shirt, but instead, it just hovers over your chest, not doing anything but being suspended as your body breaks out in little shivers.

Your hand is empty before warmth falls over it, encasing it. 

His free hand has yours held, and he manages to worm his fingers in between the spaces yours leaves for him. 

It's a touch of sugar and spice as he still pleases you, fucking you passionately while the hand that holds you comes up to his lips, the bare underside of your palm kissed tenderly.

It is then that those damned tears that you've held in and have clung to your lashes finally fall. 

Silently, they escape and so does his name in a breath that's terribly sweet, undeniably marked by the feeling of adoration you feel for him. 

You become undone, the little murmurs that leave you after you've become a mess are indecipherable. For the most part they're not something he understands but listens to attentively nonetheless, focused enough that he captures two that make his heart jump.

Without warning, your back is then pressed to the mattress, and Elliot’s hands hold your wrists down as he hovers over you, looking down at you with those pretty, dark eyes that have you melting.

 Even if the entire time he's been staring at you through the reflection, it's then when you are right before him, face to face that you feel completely vulnerable.

Your face is heated, and you want to hide. You have an urgency to as you turn away, looking aside. 

His reaction is to smile, the charming grin coming in view as he leans down and gives you a little peck on the cheek you present him.

Your eyes move over to him and you bite your lip as you give him that shrinking look that only makes him want to kiss you more. 

Another peck falls on your cheek, but it's lower than the first, grazing the corner of your mouth, luring you back to him. 

Slowly, you turn back to him, and you respond to the kiss that follows. 

Your lips melt together, and you close your eyes to savor it, focusing on the feeling of his soft lips, the smell of his delicious aroma, and the taste of his undeniable sweetness.

You hardly notice that he lets go, the grip on your wrists gone, and before long those big hands fall onto your cheeks as he smothers you into an especially deep one, one that has you completely breathless.

He withdraws, and his lips are inches from yours, his pretty eyes gazing into yours as he responds to your earlier confession, 

 "... I love you too..." he says. 

He only has the nerve to admit it at that very moment, only after knowing your feelings.

He knows he talks a lot sometimes, going on and on.

- About work, about his day, 

…About his mom.

He's well aware that it can get annoying having to answer him at such inconvenient times, especially after he talks to the elder woman and his voice is unfamiliar to her.

Even if he’s thankful every time she comes to,  he knows that one day he’ll remain a stranger.

- And it’s then that he can only think of you, the one person that manages to lift the corners of his mouth up. 

Somehow, you mange to make him smile through the tears. 

Gently, he wipes them away as a little chuckle escapes him, and sometimes he gathers the courage to ask you what you’re doing, and if you have time to see him.

He knows that you have so many other options, other people that would jump at the chance to be with you.  

-  He kisses you with that love he’s held silent, and you respond back with it too.

[realmofimagines]

The Skyhook Experience || Elliott ‘Mirage’ Witt ||

Request: Smutty session with the one and only himbo bamboozler Mr. Mirage during a match?Mirage and reading maybe,, camping in a building before ring close and well,,, ya know

Pairing: Mirage x f!Reader

Word Count: 2.5k

Warnings: SMUTTY SMUT and a praise kink somehow snuck itself in there so lmaooo

A/N: hello hello! I have a blast with this, by default I write with female reader but I will be uploading and gender neutral version on AO3 and will link when I’ve done that! :) <3

“Fuck!” Her shouts echoed through the mostly abandoned streets of skyhook, a hand pressed hard over the wound in her shoulder. The blood dribbled through her fingers and onto the ground below her, she was convinced that the gunshot wasn’t too bad and could’ve ended worse.

At least the team cleared out their enemies before holding up in one of the many buildings. According to the duo's maps, they were secure in the current ring rotation and had quite a while to go before it would push the teams out of it, in their direction.

“Hold still,” Mirage’s voice was only slightly panicked, happy he didn’t have to pull off a revival in the middle of a 1v2 and grateful his teammate was merely injured. He pulled out the syringe, holding his teammate in place up against the wall with a hand steadying her.

It was painful, but with modern medicine and technology, the syringe did its job by stunting the bleeding and numbing the area of effect until she could get proper help… Or until she was eliminated and sent off to the respawn chambers.

The numbed shoulder didn’t render her arm completely useless, allowing her to move it minimally. She was grateful that it wasn’t her preferred arm that had been shot, so she was still capable of shooting a gun when the time came.

“How the hell do you not have a scratch on you?” Her voice was exhausted and it masked how impressed she was that by the looks of things, Mirage was completely clean of any visible wounds. The trickster checked himself out in the reflection of the window, confirming his partner's words as he offered her a meagre shrug.

“Just don’t get shot,” he winked at her, reloading the gun in his hands and double checking his inventory, “where would you be without me?”

She rolled her eyes, resisting the urge to bite back at him. They duo had undeniable chemistry that far exceeded the confines of the ring in the plethora of arenas. It’s what prompted them to perform better when paired up for duos, or most importantly teamed up in trios.

Whether either parties liked it or not, the fans were crazy about the two and enjoyed their shenanigans outside of the ring as much as they enjoyed them inside the ring.

It had just been lucky for both individuals that they found each other's company rather enjoyable and fun… the latter seemingly being part of the majority of the time they spent together.

“Ring isn’t closing for a while, and by the sounds of it, it’s just the two of us… But I can make it three,” he winked, arms folded across his chest as he leaned up against the wall beside her. A sly smirk pulled at the corner of his lips, eying the woman as she set her gun aside.

“You seriously wanna do this… now…” She turned to face him, a similar playful glint in her eye that definitely didn’t go unnoticed by him. He shifted closer to her, placing his hands on her hips and swaying with her ever so subtly, watching the way she was thinking hard about the implications of what they could do.

“Yeah — I mean, didn’t you say you had a dream about us fucking in the ring? I say, chase your dreams.” He dipped his head to pepper soft kisses up along her neck and jawline.

Her face flushed bright red, recalling that she did indeed have a dream — more like a fantasy about the two of them together in the ring. While she cursed herself for even saying anything to him, she couldn’t help but feel enticed by the idea of it, especially by the way his beard tickled her skin as the more kisses pressed against her flushed skin.

The smallest of whimpers fell from her lips, giving the man a complete headrush in both directions. He loved the reaffirming sounds that came from his partner, it offered him a sense of validation that was from someone else for a change rather than him having to reassure and keep up with the insufferable charade that he loved himself all the time. Some days he truly didn’t, but his partner made sure she was there to pick up on the days where he didn’t like himself.

Because regardless of shitty banter and jokes, she really did love him and made sure he knew that. Even if they were just casually screwing around for sex a lot fo the time.

She pulled back, staring at him with eyes clouded in lust, “c’mon… at least if someone barges in here we might have a chance if we take this over there—,” she had pointed at the small room situated behind what were the remnants of an old administration desk.

Mirage gave her the look, with care and delicacy he gripped her wrist and pulled her toward the desk until she was firmly sandwiched by his pelvis and the edge of the desk. His head motioned toward the two entry points into the building, a shimmer of blue omitted from his suit as two decoys manifested from within him and took positions by the doorways.

“No ones disturbing us babe,” he said with great confidence, stroking her face delicately.

Looking at now three Mirages, she raised a brow in content and gripped the fabric that adorned his chest with ferocity, yanking him even closer to her, “well then, we better get to it, hmm?” Her voice had captured the seductive tone that made him melt previous times before.

She pressed her lips against his with a hint of desperation, taking the time to unbuckle the belts and holsters strapped to her, they all hit the desk and floor below her with a loud clatter. Joining the pile on the floor were her tactical gloves and munitions packs, alongside his own. She had made extra care to place her wingman on the desk beside her because you never know.

Now her hands cupped his face, feeling his skin on the pads of her fingers and his beard tickle her tips, sending that all too familiar electric feel through her body and to her lower region.

They never broke away from the kiss for too long, taking short breaks to breathe but they went straight back to it. He bit down lightly on her lower lip before pushing his tongue inside her mouth, his hands ran up and down her sides before settling on her ass, giving it a squeeze and pressing her groin into his ever present erection.

He strained a moan into her mouth, the pressure alone was giving him the head spins.

She unzipped her jumpsuit, shimmying out of the top half, letting the sleeves hang down past her hips. Underneath - much to mirages surprise - was nothing but her bare naked chest. He had pulled away at this point, admiring her body and how flustered she looked.

“If I knew you were naked under your suit the whole time I woulda done this a long time ago,” he breathed, a goofy smile across his face like he had just won the lottery. His hands trailed up her bare torso, cupping her breasts firmly, eliciting a very faint exhale from his partner.

“I think it's just your lucky day I was running late,” she winked, her hand stroking the apparent tent in his pants. His reaction was instantaneous and incredibly hungry with lust, taking the time to swiftly take off his own suit and letting it gather around his ankles.

He spun her around with ease, pressing her back hard up against chest and bringing his lips to her ear. His breath was hot and sent shivers down her spine, goosebumps forming on her skin as he spoke, “do you know how hard it is to win a game when you look so fucking good all the time?”

Leaning her head back, she let him do whatever he pleased, “speak for yourself, it’s hard enough getting through pressers when all I see is you post game,” her voice slowly got more breathy as he layered wet kisses down her neck and one hand began teasing the bud of her nipple while the other slowly trailed down her stomach and to her groin.

His movements were tantalisingly slow and deliberate, prompting her to squeeze her thighs together to elicit some relief. Before she could sustain any sort of ease from the friction, his fingers dipped into her underwear and stroked her pussy to hear the music that came in the form of moans from his partner.

The heavy feeling pooling in the pit of her abdomen as the sensations from both her breasts and pussy sent her into a drunken lust. His erection was hard against her ass as he pressed against her to alleviate his own relief while he focused on her.

She brought a hand up from her non injured arm to tug on his hair as his fingers circled her clit. Her knees buckled slightly as the feelings began to intensify, pulling on his hair to reflect how well he was doing, “fuck, you feel so good El… you’re so good.” Her breathless words of affirmation and praise caused him to moan in response.

He loved validation, but none more than from his sexual partner.

It was all beginning to bubble into a climax at the current pace, her slickness provided enough lube on his fingers to increase his speed. His other hand preoccupied with her breasts switched nipples so as to not overstimulate one to the point of pain, all this feeling jolted aches in her lower abdomen which was almost becoming too much.

“S-stop…stop.” She gasped out, causing him to immediately pull away and spin her around, he wasn’t sure what he did but he wanted to check if she was okay nonetheless.

“Are you okay? We can — we can stop,” he searched her eyes for anything to confirm his statement but was met with hungry eyes as she smirked at him and brought a hand to his face.

Her pussy throbbed at the loss of contact, and she was always one for slight theatrics when it came to intimate moments like this. In fact, half the time she was the one initiating sex between the two of them.

“Yeah — I just want you to fuck me over this desk,” her voice was low and blunt and her chest heaved as she still recovered from the almost climax she just had.

Nothing more needed to be said between the two, he spun her back around, pulling down her underwear fervently. He couldn’t resist and simply had to leave a mark, bringing his bare hand down on her ass in a satisfying crisp slap. A hand on the back of her neck guided her down toward the desk, her ass and pussy now out and exposed to him. A bright red mark left behind from the skin that was slapped, now forming.

He pulled his own underwear down, stroking his length with the help of his precum. Lining himself up with her pussy, both parties moaning in unison as both their sexes touched each other, he pushed himself inside her.

His partner moaned out, taking all of him in at once, gripping the edge of the desk as they remained unmoving while the two readjusted.

“I said fuck me, El.” Her voice was already strained enough as it were, but feeling him inside her elicited more of a struggle. She was never demanding too much, but today she felt particularly on edge in the sexual frustration department and wanted nothing more than to get some relief.

Without so much as a warning, the man obeyed her orders and began slowly thrusting his hips several times before picking up the pace. Her body jolted against the desk causing it to shake underneath her with each thrust. She didn’t care, all she cared about was how good he felt.

Her knuckles were white with how monstrous her grip was on the desk, her pussy clenching around his cock as pleasure shuddered through her. Mirage threw his head back, the sensational feeling rupturing through him with each thrust and the way her ass bounced with the jarring movements.

His hand came down one more time, slapping her ass to release the unchecked excitement bubbling around him. She moaned in response, biting her lip intensely and squeezing her eyes shut.

“You’re such a good boy,” she groaned out despite the strangled moans caught in her throat. He cursed under his breath, followed by a moan by her words of praise. She smiled at hearing his staggered breaths, “you make me feel so good, baby… You’re the only one who knows how to get me off this good.”

Her words were like music to his ears, prompting him to deepen his thrusts as the rush began to boil over for the both of them. She always had a way to reach him, her sweet words of praise were always a turn on for him.

“C’mon baby… cum for me.” Her airy tone, accompanied by the way her walls clenched around him was almost too much. As he approached his last few thrusts, one of the doors that was supposed to have been on watch by one of the decoys burst open. Considering how vulgar the blueprint the decoys were based off was, it was genuinely no surprise that they got sidetracked by the literal free porn in front of them.

It was abrupt and no doubt a shock for the unsuspecting enemy duo, but she was quick on the draw, thanking herself before for leaving her wingman on the desk at arm's length. Shooting two shots with perfect precision and nailing the enemies in the head for them to no doubt wake up in the respawn chamber with a lot of questions later on.

When the two finally processed what happened, she strained her neck to look at her partner, “did you just cum?!”

He shrugged, throwing his hands up in defence and pulling himself out of her, “that was fucking hot, babe,” he justified, an aloof grin on his face. She turned herself slowly over, leaning on the desk with her elbows perching her upright.

“Y’know those two dickheads will have questions, right?” She gestured lazily over to the two bodies in the doorway. Mirage took the time to clean his partner off with a rag which she appreciated immensely. He looked over at what was most definitely Octane and Fuse, splayed out on the floor in the doorway.

“Oh let them have their fantasies about us, we are a good looking pair to behold anyway.” He winked at her, poking the end of her nose with an accompanying ‘boop’.

[that-one-weeb-buts-its-the-main]

Guess whos baaack!

It’s me

The mirage simp

I’ve got some ask prompts for you :)

Mirage and his partner flirting during a match? Like two idiots being a little gay in between gunfire perhaps?

Alternatively

Fusehound.

Only a Pinch| Elliott "Mirage" Witt

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Reader: idk reader goes by him/they, is that nonbinary? Or?

A/n: what. What about both?, I didnt like this as much, and was thinking of rewriting it. If you'd like to be tagged in that one I'd love to tag you! Also the gif makes me wanna write a coming out the water scene for Elliott and a crush, if you wanna be tagged in that I'd love to tag you!

Warnings: guns

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"Just what I need." Y/n pipped up, grabbing the mid range optics from the loot bin, quickly attaching them to the triple take, "Need a cell?"

"That would be ideal yes." Bloodhound spoke Y/n handing over one.

"Thank you."

"Dont mention it." Y/n smiled.

Bloodhound scanned the area, looking around for a Vantage point.

"There." They spoke pointing the area out, "We will have high ground there."

Y/n looked, "yep. Thats not out of bounce is it?"

"No." They responded, "We should have good cover, yet there is a door. We must be careful."

"We could block it easy." Y/n told.

"I suppose. Shall we scout the ground first?"

"How about you take the sky? And I'll take the ground."

"Mhm" Bloodhound spoke outloud, "no. We are simply a duo. Other teams of two could sneak up on both of us."

"Fair point. We scout at ground level."

"Yes. A good idea indeed. The zipline will be a good aid."

With an agreeing nod, the two slid down the zipline. Meeting at the ground they pushed on foot, scouting for last mintue supplies, a cell here, a box of ammo there, both looking for any form of tracks.

"Hold." Y/n stopped Bloodhound, who slid over.

"Tracks. Two sets. They traveled together." Bloodhound spoke.

"Yeah. I can see that..." Y/n spoke softly, focused on his scope, "Im not one for lookin at others mans...but damn does mine got a peice on him..."

"What?" Bloodhound asked as Y/n handed over the triple take.

Bloodhound took it, looking through the scope, "it is Witt looting-"

"That way." Y/n spoke pushing the gun to the side.

"Oh." Bloodhound spoke, "oh."

Y/n nodded.

"Sweet. Sweet ass. My friend." Y/n spoke, Bloodhound's grip tightening on the weapon, "and those sweet asses. They're calling our name. If you wanna answer that call."

Bloodhound pulled away handing the weapon back over.

"You want to rush them?"

"Hey. Why not?"

Bloodhound looked back towards the two boys.

"You take Wally? I take Elliott?"

"That is a fair fight..." Bloodhound spoke.

"And our boys love it when we tease em."

"That...is true."

"And we both know what happens when we tease em. After games after all."

"Y/n!"

"What?" Y/n chuckled.

"You are telling the truth." Bloodhound spoke, "Very well. Rush and tease it is."

"Oo! I like that rush and tease! Should put it on a shirt!"

"Very funny."

"Hey. You came up with it. I capitalize off it." Y/n joked, "shall we?"

"Indeed."

It shocked the shit out of them for sure. Suddenly the two boys heard gunfire and then they were both down grasping there sides in pain.

"Aw...we're we too rough on you?" Y/n teased crouching down to Elliott

"Babe! Hey!" He winced, "wanna...pick me up?"

Y/n chuckled, he kneeling down to Elliott.

"And why would I do that?" Y/n protested with a smile.

"Because...you love me?"

"Not a bad answer." Y/n smiled, "gonna have to try harder than that tho."

Elliott watched as Y/n's hand came forward, grabbing him by the chin.

"You always did look good below me."

Y/n could feel Elliotts face grow warm, "and it seems like you like it too."

"Maybe...." Elliott answered under his breathe.

"Mhm? What was that?" Y/n ssked, "I can't hear you?"

"Maybe." Elliott spoke up.

Y/n chuckled eyes scanning the area besides them.

"Oh. This yours?"

A wingman, golden skin, "y. Yeah..."

Y/n picked if up, looking it over, "Not bad..."

Elliott gulped watching Y/n twirl it, the pistol being pressed under Elliotts chin forcing his nose to the sky.

"Someones a little tense...isnt he?" Y/n chuckled, "such a true reward. Suppose you should be happy, here Revenant's kill leader...It would have been a shame if it was him to get you like this instead of me."

"Y.yeah. yeah. Real shame..." Elliott told, his skin hot, and the weapon cool against his neck caused goosebumps to form on his skin.

"Mhm..." y/n hummed, looking at the map on his wrist, "looks like the rings closin...Houderz!"

"Yes?!" Bloodhound shouted from outside, they clearly annoyed.

"Ring!"

There was a shot that rang out, Y/n looking back at Elliott.

"Im doin' you a favor." Y/n told, raising the pistol up, "only hurt a pinch."

With that the pistol went off, ending another sqaud.

"Two left." Bloodhound responded reloading there gun in the doorway.

"You have fun?" Y/n responded.

"I despise being siblings sometimes." Bloodhound argued.

"Aw. Don't worry I love ya too. Houndy. But dont expect a slap on the ass from me-"

"I will give you a chance to run before It is I who ends your life!"

"Shit!"

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[whirlybirbs]

will you, maybe, write something for our favorite apex legend mirage? a lil drabble? pls mother i miss your writing :)

 ✶   —    pity party for two    ;    mirage / legend!reader

summary: you’re the newest legend. this season is off to a shit start. featuring elliott, your pitiful comfort meal, and an empty bar.

pairing: elliott “mirage” witt / legend!reader

a/n: all aboard the apex legends train, chooooo chooooooooooo, catch me fawning over apex n overwatch like it’s my job these next few weeks. yay season 5. 

"Christ... Newbie, what the hell," comes a voice from over your shoulder with words pointed in pause, "is that?"

Elliott Witt's finger is then unceremoniously jabbed in the direction of your snack.

As he rounds the counter of his bar — quite literally speaking, it is his since he owns the place — you narrow your eyes critically at the figure in front of you and inspect him oh-so-carefully.

This Mirage doesn't flicker. Fake-Mirage does.

After this morning's match, you learned that lesson.

(It only took you launching yourself full speed in his direction, hellbent on tackling him to the bottom of King's Canyon, to learn the aforementioned lesson. That Mirage had just disappeared in a pretty scatter of light particles, sending you careening to the canyon below. It wasn't a good moment. The fan-forums certainly seemed to love it, though.)

Elliott braces a hand on the countertop and leans. He mimics your skeptical, little expression (as cute as it is) as the corners of his lips quirk.

"No magic tricks here, sweetheart," he smirks, "But, I got ya good this morning, didn't I?"

Your frown spurs you to pull your eyes from Elliott. His face falls immediately. Your shoulders slip. You become impossibly small, then, perched on the barstool before him.

No comeback? No witty banter? C'mon, you always played along. Hell, you were one of the only few who could dish it back just nearly as good.

He watches, a bit worried, as you take another bite of...

Elliott winces.

"Is that... ramen?"

"Yes," you mumble, "With —"

"Peanut butter?" Elliott's face is all sorts of screwed up.

"And siracha," you add, sounding mildly offended at the insinuation you'd forget to add a bit of heat. The rather pitiful looking meal sits in a small ceramic mug, no doubt dragged down the handful of blocks from your own apartment in Solace City to here: his bar.

"Okay," he breathes, waggling a finger in the direction of the mug, "That’s just sad."

"I am well aware," you mutter, forking a heaping pile into your mouth and chewing, "That's, like, the whole fucking point."

Elliott narrows his eyes. Still, you avoid his gaze.

"Alright, enough with the pity noodles. What's up? Murder-robot got your tongue?"

You fork the noddle pile. Elliott is, like, 87% sure that look on your face is the distant cousin of a pout. It's just more heart-breaking because you're sad. Like those commercials with the kicked puppies. Except he kicked you. Off a cliff.

Literally.

"I don't wanna talk about it."

Ah, fuck. Elliott blinks, brows screwed up tight.

"... Is it because I kicked you off a cliff?"

Your shoulders sag again.

You're quiet.

Elliott shifts his weight froom boot to boot.

The bar has settled down, and as another patron shambles up from a back booth, Elliott sends a holo-pilot over to take the drink order. The real him stays rooted in his spot; uncharacteristic worry is stuck on his face.

"Listen," he starts, "I'm sorry —"

"It's not because you kicked me off a cliff," you say, "It's because I'm terrible."

"... What?"

"I'm terrible. We're twenty days into the season and I haven't even come out top five in a single match."

Suddenly, Elliott can see the dam-wall breaking; and if he's being honest, one: he hadn't even realized there was a dam, and two: he hadn't completely expected you to be honest about how you were feeling.

Not with him. With Bloodhound or any of the other vets, maybe, but...

Him?

You and Elliott were like two sides of the same coin — charming, witty, distracting. It came with the terroritory of being the younger legends. And while you had a better reign on the support catagory, Mirage was ever the offensive player. It wasn't often you and the holo-pilot came face to face in the arena. The banter was, arguably, what won you a spot in the hearts of fans. Being likable was easy for you. Just like it was for him.

The fans were clammoring for any sort of interaction in the arena between you both in recent weeks. Fan forums were buzzing.

They certainly got it today.

Ugh.

You bury your face in your hands.

"I am such a loser."

"Hey," it's chiding, "No, no, no, no one is comin' for my mantle as Legendary Loser, not happening."

"I already took it," you grumble into your palms, "I took it when I made myself peanut butter siracha ramen as a comfort meal."

"We all have our comfort meals," Elliott waves a hand through the air, "Mine is cosmic brownies. Whole box of 'em. Big glass of milk and... See, see, c'mon, back to planet Solace, newbie."

Your hands fall and you really do pout now.

(It's very cute.)

"This is your first season," Mirage says with a sudden warmth, not even flinching when his holo-self returns like the fading of double-vision. His words are sincere, "We all suck ass our first season."

You're quiet for a second. You eat another forkful of noodles.

He tries his best understanding look as you sit with his words.

Then, you speak.

"... How come you still suck ass if it's your seventh season?"

Elliott's jaw nearly drops.

"You — you seriously are comin' at me with that? Bustin' outta your pity party, guns a blazin'?"

The way you shrug is cute, too. Your smile digs into your cheeks. "You set yourself up for that one —"

"I was being nice," he nearly cries, throwing his hands, "Last time I do that for you, newbie..."

The silence that rises up between you both is... oddly comfortable. Elliott hates contemplative silence, but... this is nice. 

"Thanks, Elliott."

He feels like Revenant really did rip his tongue out this time. Murder-bot for sure has his tongue. He blinks. 

"What?"

"Thank you," you repeat, eyes flicking across his face, "I mean it. Even... Even if I deflect with... y'know. Jokes."

"Alright, alright," Elliott flicks your hand, trying to dispell the sudden rise of tightness in his chest at the moment of vulnerability, "Quit stealin' my shtick."

You gawk. "You suck."

"So do you," he grins, "Both of these facts have been established. And, as a fellow suckee... Just know I'm always here to listen. Even if you bring your nasty, nutty, spicy ramen to my bar like it's good or something."

"Wanna bite?"

"Not even a little bit."

[whateverivedoneididitforlove]

Banana Brain

✦; ꒰ Elliott Witt ✗ Reader꒱ ;;✦ ↴

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

➬ Word count ⸼ ೃ ⊹ 3,557 words.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Both men simply watched you descend.

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

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

[•••]

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

“Final round - Beginning Ring countdown.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[•••]

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

— What? — Your eyebrows twitched in confusion.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[illyrian-book-lover]

|Love| Mirage x Reader

Three times you and Mirage were the cutest, ass-kicking couple.

The sound of bullets was ranging through the arena. The legends going after one another, reviving their teammates.

You, Mirage, and Watson were one squad and you three did very good together. Your abilities may be vastly different but you three worked well together. And who didn’t love Watson and Mirage.

You were running across the place, with bullets trailing after you when one hit you, bringing you down with it.

“I’m hit!” You said through the comms, alerting your teammates.

You had been doing very well, dodging bullets, killing other squads and reviving teammates. You were an incredible legend. You did well alone and did even better with Mirage.

“Oh my way,” Mirage said as he shot down an enemy, Caustic and finished him before running towards you.

Mirage shot Lifeline who was about to finish you and immediately came to your aid, turning you both invisible.

“Mirage here to save the day.” Mirage said as he healed you.

As the two of you came up, with new life inside of you, you grabbed Mirage through his jacket, pulled him towards you and placed a quick kiss on his lips as a thank you.

You shot him a smile before shooting the enemy creeping towards you two. You ran off towards Watson who was calling you to come help her.

Behind, you left a trail of bullets and a smitten heart.

You, Wraith, and Watson were camping in one of the buildings in Containment. And the three of you had the perfect plan to kill the last squad alive.

Wraith has placed a portal coming into your camp. Watson has placed fences on every entrance and exit. The interception pylon was on one corner. The three of you were standing in places where no one could see you through the windows.

And let’s not forget you guys were right in the middle of the circle.

The three of you were ready to take down whoever came through.

Smoke came through the portal as someone came through and the three of you shot the person, knocking them down. You heard Bangalore inform her teammates about her situation.

The next person to come through was Mirage. You’d recognize that hair anywhere.

“Hello, love.” You said right as you shot him in the chest. You shot him multiple times just to be sure he was down properly.

The clone in front of you gave an amazing and very dramatic performance before the real Mirage appeared on the side of the room.

That man and his tricks.

You slowly walked towards him, not out of fear but amusement. You wanted to enjoy this moment.

Mirage called out to his last teammate. You dropped to your knee in front of Mirage and pointed your gun to him.

A smirk came on your face as you and Mirage stared at each other.

“Didn’t see you there, sweetheart.” Mirage said as tried to crawl away from you, eyes on your gun. “Oh come on! You know you don’t have to.” His eyes followed your movements as you stood up.

“Hmmmm, nah.” You said before you finished him.

Behind you, you heard the sound of your teammates finishing off the last person.

The three of you cheered as the sound of a winner being announced rang through the arena.

You were sitting on the couch of the drop ship, every legend doing their own thing. You were playing with your gadgets when you heard Elliott talking with Crypto. Well, more like annoying him.

Crypto didn’t pay Elliott one mind. His fingers rapidly clicked on the keyboard in front of him.

Elliott kept talking away, poking and prodding at things.

“Y/n! Take your boyfriend away.” Crypto yelled for you.

You placed down your gadgets and stood up to move towards Elliott. You grabbed his arm and pulled him towards the couch you’d previously been seated on.

“Darling, if you wanted me, all you had to do was ask.” Elliott said as he wrapped his other arm around you.

You and Elliott plopped down on the couch and he placed his head on your chest and tangled his legs with yours. You wrapped your arm around Elliott’s shoulder.

“Hmm, who do you think will win today?” You asked.

“Us.” Elliott replied.

“We don’t know if we will be together in the squad.”

“Oh, we definitely will be.” Elliott looked up at your from his place and winked at you.

As the siren went off announcing the start of the game, you and Elliott stood up from your spots. The squads were being announced one by one. This time, there would be duos instead of trios.

You looked at the screen and saw you and Elliott were placed together. You looked at him and smirked. You two shared a look and walked to the exit.

You and Elliott grabbed each other’s hands and jumped.

[cynical-sprite]

Horizon: Why are your tongues purple?

Mirage: We had slushies. I had a blue one.

Y/N: I had a red one.

Horizon: oh

Horizon:

Horizon: OH

Pathfinder:

Pathfinder: You drank each other's slushies?