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crazy-fandom-madness · 2 years ago

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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.

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whateverivedoneididitforlove · 2 years ago

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Misunderstanding

✦; ꒰Elliott Witt ✗ Reader꒱ ;;✦ ↴

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

➬ Word count ⸼ ೃ ⊹ 3,479 words.

;; "Warnings" ¡! ❞ . None.

⿻ – ❝ Notes〻*ೃ༄. None.

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

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

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

— Wow! It's me, it's me!

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[•••]

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Hey, r u there?”

“Are you coming to my place again?”

“We need to talk.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[•••]

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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maskedteaser · 6 months ago

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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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1-800-c0sm1c · 2 years ago

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꒰win it all !꒱

to build hype around the new season, your arrival to the games was kept a secret up until it went live, and some legends had more notable reactions than others.

character x legend!reader

includes crypto, octane, and mirage !

a/n : im sorry ive been gone but look i made you some contenttttt daddy made you your favorite open wide 🥳. im noticing a severe lack of apex fanfics rn so here is my contribution 🤲.

warnings : mentions of stalking (average crypto behavior), drugs (average octane behavior), & mentions of hooking up (you guessed it, average mirage behavior).

CRYPTO // TAEJOON PARK:

crypto doesnt like surprises, period. its one thing if its mediocre like a birthday party, but a whole person was hidden under his nose and he had no idea? unacceptable.

in summary, youve shattered his ego simply from your presence. not cool.

hes not really known for looking approachable either, so unless youve got the balls or stupidity to talk to him, hell keep to himself and sulk. this sets back any plans he had in the back of his mind by a whole season.

when you introduce yourself to him on the dropship he practically ignores you, acting as if anything else is more interesting than this small talk.

"hi im y/n, ive heard a lot about you from mirage. nice to meet you!" he rolls his eyes, witt is always one to blabber about others.

you scoff at his response, "dont expect me to be as open and idiotic as elliott." he almost adds you to that list, but holds back on it. if anything lifeline has told him holds weight, you could be useful to get information from the syndicate.

"im crypto by the way." he continues, if he plays his cards right you could almost be worth his time.

getting paired with you and mirage was almost comical, its as if the games were trying to make his life as hard as possible.

you got along annoyingly well with mirage, but you seemed more hesitant when it came to crypto, which was truly bothered him. (it was not jealousy at all. he was not jealous whatsoever. nope, definitely not.)

hes struggling to interact with you, like he does with most of the other legends, but youre a different case due to how useful you could be to him. thats usually the reasoning he uses when he racks his brain for ideas to come across less mean without irreparably ruining his reputation.

as if his prayers had been answered, a few hours after your first game you appear in the doorway to his room with a piece of high tech equipment in your hand. but your expression is different from how it was before. you appear upset, how can you be angry with him already? youve barely interacted!

if you want to be pissy, so can he. "can i help you? he asks, annoyance in his voice. "im almost sure you can, brilliant hacker." you drop the equipment in front of him on his desk, distracting him from his current project. he scowls. "what exactly am i looking at here?" you roll your eyes. "you tell me, this is clearly yours right? found it in my room."

he examines the object, looks like a hidden camera. "ive never seen this before, if you want me to fix it call someone else, im not tech support." he pushes it to the side, but youre not having it. "nuh-uh, you cant brush this off. i know youve created the cameras used to record the games, this has to be your tech!"

so you think hes stalking you? thats a good idea honestly, he wish he had thought of it first. "just because i created those doesnt mean i also designed this. looks like someone else wants to keep an eye on you. got anyone in mind?" you pause for a moment, letting his words sink in. why cant it just be an open and shut case?

"i have no idea, i just got here! is anyone else even knowledgeable enough to design something like this?" he shrugs. "looks can be deceiving." "will you at least help me figure out whos stalking me?" he wants to say no. he knows its bad news, especially for someone like him to get involved in. but its a great opportunity to get closer to you. closer to his end goal, and despite it truly not being the only reason, he decides its good enough for him. "i guess i can make time, tell me about your interactions since youve joined."

from this point on, you and crypto get much closer, it feels like he knows everything about you. (maybe he does honestly 💀.)

but you can tell hes getting frustrated when it comes to the hidden camera, and you cant help but feel like a nuisance.

on the surface, crypto looks like you are whats stressing him out. why hes angrier than usual, why hes drowning himself in his work. and in a way thats true, but not exactly.

in reality, hes more worried for your safety. your arrival was an entire surprise, so how could someone have infiltrated your room to begin with? he cant figure it out, and almost entirely forgets the original reason he wanted to get to know you.

its no longer a matter of getting information, that can wait. he has all season after all. but someone else trying to watch you? he wont tolerate it, and wants it to be the first thing thats fixed, he likes you much better when youre not paranoid, not like him.

OCTANE // OCTAVIO SILVA:

HYPED!!! another legend is always exciting to octane, even more so when he gets lucky enough to be paired with them.

octavio can be a bit much at times, but you match his energy almost perfectly!

dedication to the apex games, and genuinely having a great time, not finding him annoying??? he should ask if youre into hard drugs too at this point.

anyone who goes up against the two of you on a team together should fear for their lives. octane swears hes never had so much fun in a match before. (almost as much fun as id have if kings canyon was in the map rotation this season ☹.)

theres a voice in the back of his head that he cant shake, telling him youre someone sent from the syndicate to mess with him, or maybe something worse.

he doesnt want to risk making you upset with him (like some other legends) so he reluctantly keeps these thoughts to himself, but due to his online personality being so similar to his real self, you almost immediately notice a change.

you decide to confront octane after the match, and originally he completely disregards your questions.

"what are you on about, compadre? im fine, really!" but youre not having it, and octane knows youre not going to drop this so easily.

"i just cant help but think this isnt how you usually act outside of games." you shrug when he asks for your reasoning of pressing on. "well how would you know? you just got here." he chuckles. "which i think is exactly why youre hiding things from me. i understand though, its hard to trust someone you just met. i only had an outsiders perspective up until a few hours ago."

"thats exactly whats so scary about you amigo. you seem like youre some fuckin syndicate spy!" "why? because we get along?" octane sighs. maybe having a legend who understands him is a bad thing. its easier to justify someone who hates him, theres plenty reason to. but like him? enjoy his company? hes confused, to say the least.

hes frantically reaching for one of his stims, if his mind is going to be racing so frantically, the rest of his body might as well do the same. "lets leave this here for now, yeah? ive got some videos to film!" he gets up quickly, but stops dead in his tracks when you offer to help him with his stunts. he whips around back over to you. "you sure?" you nod with a smile that might make him more energetic than any stim could. "alright cmon cmon cmon! i hope you known how to hold a camera, if you miss any good shots im gonna be pissed!"

rumors start about octanes elusive camera operator, all kinds of misinformation spreads too, some of it crazier than others.

you personally find it funny, sometimes tempting the viewers by almost flipping it around to show your face, but youre stopped by octane and his ridiculously fast reflexes everytime.

"hey hey amigo no need to ruin the mystery! plus you totally just didnt film that awesome stunt i just did! what am i paying you for!?"

you try your best to stop yourself from laughing, but at this point youre sure it must be obvious its you behind the camera, youre just going along with the "mystery" because octane asked you to by whispering in your ear that it "increases his interaction" or whatever influencer bullshit. (you were more focused on his voice than what he was saying tbh 🧍.)

the other legends are sick of you two at this point, and are just about ready to expose the "secret" to get octane to shut up 😭. when i say you guys are always together doing stupid shit i mean ALWAYS!!

MIRAGE // ELLIOTT WITT:

a flirt wbk. expect to be invited to lots of yacht parties.

mirage is known to have a very welcoming aura, and you noticed this the second you first interacted on the dropship. (anyone wanna take me out? come find me 🤭.)

you guys are on the same team for tdm, and he is almost constantly by your side.

someone sneaks up behind you? hes already sending a decoy their way so you can get the upper hand.

in case you miss? no worries, hes right behind you with pinpoint accuracy. (talk about a great first impression.)

you guys absolutely crushed the opposite team 50-15, and mirage hurriedly rushes over to you the second the match is concluded to invite you to his celebration party that night.

youre more surprised he has the energy to still keep going after such an intensive match, and you barely get the chance to say maybe before hes walking away excitedly.

uh, actually i might sit this one out-" "cool, cool, cool. ill see you tonight!"

lets just say things get… interesting on the mirage a trois 😀.)

you hooked up on the boat okay, youre not the first (and might not be the last either.)

parties werent necessarily your thing, but after elliott had practically won the game for you today, you figured showing up was the least you could do to return the favor. you were honestly just hoping the yacht didnt blow up like youd heard about his other ones doing…

you arrive way later than everyone else in hopes that you arent the first person there, but your current situation is almost just as awkward as everyone assumes you managed to get lost on your way here. (as if you could miss mirages yacht if you tried…) however, you probably did look just as lost as everyone assumed you were while trying to find mirage in the sea of decoys and other party guests.

when you finally stop getting bamboozled and find the real mirage, you try to explain you were only stopping by out of politeness, but hes not having any of it. "what do you mean youre leaving already? weve gotta make up for all the partying time lost while you werent here!" he hands you a drink and leads you to a table with crypto and wattson, who seem to have just had an… important conversation interrupted with your presence.

"if theres anyone you wanna get to know in the games, other than me of course, these are the legends!" youre almost amazed at how mirage chooses to ignore the awkward atmosphere hes created, and manages to smooth it over in record time as well. crypto looks as annoyed as ever, meanwhile wattson attempts her best at a conversation with the group, and you almost wish you never showed up in the first place.

‘almost’ is the key word here, you knew deep down you didnt really have anywhere else to be, and going along with whatever such an attractive legend says was surely better than staying in your dorm room and missing out on a night of fun. which is exactly why when elliott leaned closer to your ear and said something that definitely wasnt pg-friendly, you downed your drink and made quick goodbyes to his friends before leaving to a secluded area of the yacht with the party host himself.

i think by now the other legends are just waiting for you two to finally announce theres something between you.

everyone, and i mean everyone seems to know, and i swear rampart is one more flirtatious comment away from exposing your corny asses during the next match.

however, youre hesitant. youre still incredibly new to the games, isnt it odd for things to be moving so fast?

sure, elliott is great, but you cant help but have an anxious feeling in your stomach, and making the mistake of looking at comments online surely isnt helping either.

mirage noticed your shift in behavior immediately, hes been around you more than any of the other legends, and he expects to be the first to hear of whats troubling you (if youre okay with it, of course).

he might not seem like it at first glance, but mirage really is a great listener. despite your first impressions of him making him out to be well… a party-loving flirt, he has so many more layers to him than whats on the surface level.

when he gets serious, hes not cracking his usual jokes, although hes still got his awkward charm.

"i just… feel like were moving too fast. its only been a month since ive joined the game after all…"

he thinks for a moment before responding calmly, "well i mean, if you wanna take things slower, all you had to do was ask. besides we have all the time in the world! as long as you dont have some secret plan to leave the games or something, than were fine!" you smile at him.

okay, maybe he does still joke a little bit, put i promise its fine in context 😭😭.

can you tell i like crypto (especially jealous crypto) a totally normal amount 😦 totally not inspired by the mcc song by derivakat 🫶

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coffee-colored-hopeless-romantic · 2 years ago

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Your octane story is cute! Could you possibly do a short story for Elliot? With maybe a non legend? 🥹

Thank you!! Of course! 🥰

Mirage/Elliott x Fem!Reader

Warnings: none! This is mostly fluff with a suggested smut. 💕

You were going to photography school, it was the one thing you could see yourself doing for a long time without getting tired of it. Finally the end of the semester was nearing and your final was to go to a red carpet event for the Apex Legends. Get some good shots, which would prove difficult due to the sheer amount of paparazzi present. But you managed to not only get awesome pictures of the Legend Mirage but you got to interview him!

That’s how you two met. Now, somehow he was your boyfriend. Dating Elliott Witt was a dream, he would dedicate some wins to you and would always somehow bring up “my girlfriend y/n” into almost every interview. Nobody knew your face and you preferred it that way, you didn’t want that publicly.

It had been months since you lay saw him in person. The only interactions you got were calls, texts and FaceTime. Which were great but you missed his hugs, his cooking, his kisses, and the snuggles. You and Elliott hadn’t gotten intimate yet due to his boundaries. He was uncomfortable with the idea of having sex when you hadn’t been together that long, his heart couldn’t take giving someone that side of him if they were only going to break up. But you’ve been dating for 6 months now. Sure you haven’t been physically together most of that time but he’s visited you a handful of times.

Gosh you missed him, you decided to see when the next event was and maybe surprise him there. You found the dates and immediately booked a spot to be right next to the carpet. Getting excited you packed the moment it was final and headed out for the airport when it was time. You kept texting Elliott as if nothing had changed, saying you were doing projects and that you were gonna be a little busier than usual so replies might be slower. He didn’t mind of course, sending encouraging words and gifs, mostly of himself. You laughed and couldn’t wait to finally be in his arms again.

You landed and made it to your hotel, plopping onto the bed in your room. The event was tomorrow! You had to get on something he liked. White button up shirt with a little vest on to show your shape and his favorite jeans that you owned. It hugged your body and showed all his favorite bits. That was the perfect outfit. You could hardly sleep that night you were that excited, but you slept and woke up bright any early to shower and get ready. Everything was perfect, your hair and makeup were on and you made sure to use a lip stain so you didn’t leave little marks on his face, not that he would care. He’d wear them with pride.

You got a ride to the event, camera in hand to blend in and snag some pictures of the other legends on the carpet while you waited. Soon enough they began walking one by one down the way and you finally saw your man. Mirage himself. He was walking with a clone of himself and they were ‘complimenting’ each other before ‘noticing’ the paparazzi. “Oh! Hey! We didn’t see you there. How’s it goin’!” His clone vanished and he began to smile and pose for the camera. His iconic finger guns and winks. He was so handsome in his legends outfit.

“Mr. Witt! Can I get a shot over here?” You call out.

“Well that’s a fancy way to get my attenti-“ he turns to look at you and the moment you locked eyes his expression went from his usual expression for the camera to a wide eyed smile. “W-WHOA! It’s you! You’re here! Like actually here! Unless you pulled a me, but wait.. you can’t do that. Y/N!!” He rushed over to you and lifted you over the rope barrier and hugged you. The embrace was so warm and his musk was stained on the uniform he wore. You nuzzled into him trying to soak it up. He pulled back and kept his arm around you. “This is my girlfriend!!” He shouted proudly. You felt a blush creep onto your face and you looked up at him. “Isn’t she just amazing!!” He laughed and looked at you, not caring about the cameras for a moment and kissed you right there. You almost rested up when you felt his lips on yours. You were home. “Gosh I missed you..” you whispered and he smiled and pulled your hands up, kissing your knuckles. “I missed you a whole much.” Elliott was known for stumbling over his words but right now he was calm and he knew what he wanted to say to you.

Once the event was done and over with you reconnected and he introduced you to everyone. You were happily greeted by most of them, a lot of em teasing Elliott for landing someone so pretty and all he could do was agree with them. He took you back to your hotel and you guys ordered in, watched a movie and cuddled the whole time. You at one point started to kiss on him which of course turned into a makeout session on the bed. Straddling him as his hands rested on your hips. You could feel him get excited but you didn’t do anything about it, not wait to push his boundary.

He pulled back, catching his breathe and red on his cheeks. “C-could we. Uhm.. Yaknow. Do the thing..? O-only if you want!” There’s his stumbling. “Baby, are you sure?” You ask, making sure he was positive. “Yes! I’m so sure, very sure, extremely s-sure! I just I missed you a lot and I really want to be.. uh… closer?” Poor guy was a mess. You kiss him deeply and began to take off your clothes.

The rest of the night was filled with love and closeness between you two. Finally together again.

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imwittyou · 2 years ago

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𝐑𝐨𝐦-𝐂𝐨𝐦 𝐆𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐖𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐠 || 𝐎𝐜𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐞 𝐱 𝐅𝐞𝐦!𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐱 𝐌𝐢𝐫𝐚𝐠𝐞 [𝐀𝐥𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐔𝐧𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐞]

𝘖𝘤𝘵𝘢𝘷𝘪𝘰 𝘚𝘪𝘭𝘷𝘢 𝘪𝘴 𝘚𝘜𝘊𝘏 𝘢 𝘱𝘢𝘪𝘯. 𝘛𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘢𝘨𝘢𝘪𝘯, 𝘮𝘢𝘺𝘣𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘪𝘴 𝘰𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘺𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘧𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘴 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘦𝘹. You find yourself in a fake relationship to prove something to your ex.

Also on AO3!

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐎𝐧𝐞: 𝐆𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐋𝐨𝐨𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠

“I said I don’t—”

“What’s that? I’m already on my way up!”

That is all it takes for you to press the bright red button on the screen. Then you throw your phone on the bed before slumping down with a groan.

Octavio Silva is such a pain.

Then again, maybe that is on you for staying friends with your ex.

You still remember the last time you saw him. He was standing outside your door, looking amazing in his neon green hoodie. But all you could think about was how someone else had just been wearing it before he got there. So you told him to leave.

His hazel eyes widened as you shut the door on his face. Then you stood there by the door with bated breath as you listened for disappearing footfalls.

Would the high-speed daredevil slow down, just this once, just for you?

He did.

He knocked on the door and called your name again and again, but you just curled up into a ball and cried yourself to sleep. Then you woke up two hours later to a message from him asking if you could still be friends.

You still don't know why you said yes. One thing's for certain, though: now you have nothing but regret for that decision.

“You know, you could always block him,” your best friend Elliott Witt reminded you when you complained to him about your situation one day. The rational part of you that still exists agreed with Elliott. Yet you couldn’t find it in you to block Octavio. But now, in the midst of deep breaths, you decide it’s never too late for rationality.

The loud knocks at the door almost make you drop your phone.

“[Y/N]!”

You shuffle towards the door and peer through the hole. Sure enough, Octavio stands outside, swaying and holding a red solo cup in his hand. He’s not wearing his mask. He never does when he’s around you, which used to make you feel special. But you push the feeling away this time.

Never mind that he remembers your room number even in his state.

“Finally!” Octavio cheers as you open the door. “Thought you’d never open the door!”

You roll your eyes. “So why did you go here specifically?”

“Just felt like seeing you, hermosa,” he says. A wink thrown in your direction catches you off guard and takes everything in you not to throw your arms around him and bury your head on his chest and just weep.

“Well, now you’ve seen me,” you say instead. “Happy?”

He leans on the door frame. “Yes,” he breathes out. His eyes are dancing as he gazes at you.

Don’t you know that you don’t have the right to do that to me anymore?

You get the urge to shut the door in his face once again. But the breeze is getting cooler and the night is dragging on and his gaze is starting to lose its focus and yet his eyes still search yours like a puppy wondering if it’s going to get kicked out once again—

You find yourself letting him right back in.

***

You can’t sleep.

How can you sleep, anyway? Octavio—your ex —is sleeping on your couch and you can hear the sheets rustling and your room smells like him and—and—

And you still love him.

That, you’ve always known. You just don’t like admitting it to yourself, let alone out loud. So when Octavio calls your name in the dark, you resist the urge to call him by his nickname. You simply respond with a “Yes?”

“How have you been?” he asks.

You suck in a deep breath. “Great. I’ve been doing great. Uh, what about you?”

“Amazing! I’m still getting lots of likes,” he brags.

“I’m happy for you.”

“Uh-huh. You haven’t been liking my photos.”

“You know I don’t use social media much anymore.”

“You?” He chuckles.

“Yes,” you insist. It’s true, you’re currently undergoing a social media detox. And although you miss watching funny videos and looking at pictures of cute animals, you know it’s for the best. You can’t risk seeing Octavio’s posts; you know you’ll only end up wallowing in self-pity.

Yet here you are now, sleeping in the same room as him. Granted, nothing that shouldn’t happen has happened. And you’re making sure it stays that way. But you roll over on your side to face him and he’s already looking at you.

"Tavi, I—"

“Are you dating anyone now?”

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kkarmiic · 2 years ago

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mirage anon here! naming myself how quaint today has been kinda shitty so could I get some good ol Mirage comfort after a really, really bad day? I'm talking the worst day possible-- outfit ruined, bad hair day, just EVERYTHING going wrong?? thank you if you end up doing this <33

# ‘TOMORROW - MIRAGE X GN!READER COMFORT

🫐 ‘CONTENT AND WARNINGS

\\ synopsis: everything that can go wrong, goes wrong, mirage is there to help

+* genre: fluff/comfort

‘# warnings: eye pulling, self doubt, he calls you love

// authors note: hey mirage anon! I’m sorry to hear about your shitty day, I understand how those feels, I hope this helps at least a little.

Your day had been downright awful, down to every single detail. From the moment you opened your eyes, everything was already horrific. You had seemingly slept in a weird position that night, evident by the dull ache in your shoulder and neck.

To make matters worse, you were already twenty minutes behind schedule, you had slept through your alarm. Fuck. Stomping over to your mirror, rolling your shoulder in a feeble attempt for the pain to disappear, you realized how obvious your dark circles were and how your hair stuck out in directions you didn't even know were possible.

Of course, you tried to push it aside, telling yourself it could be fixed with a little concealer and styling. That, however, did so little to help with your situation. The concealer had run out the day prior and your hair would just not lay how you wanted it.

Just your luck.

Tonight was supposed to be your date with Mirage, it was quaint, sure, he was going to make you a homecooked meal and you two were planning on watching the stars, but still, what would he think of you if he saw you like this?

It was only early days in your relationship, about a month in, and you weren't prepared for his perception of you to change, for him to see you as lazy, or a slob.

You were far too stressed out for ten in the morning, pulling your eyes down and just... Staring. Staring at yourself in the mirror, criticizing your appearance.

You know what they say, when things are at their lowest they can only go up.

Wrong. You were on a Ferris wheel, locked into your seat with no way of escaping, on a constant round of low, and high and low and high, with seemingly no end. It was exhausting, and you just wanted to get off.

So there you were, wearing your favourite outfit, hoping it would lift your spirits a little, and hopefully distract Mirage, at least a small amount. And it did, only for a mere moment though, you were halfway to Mirage's when the rain began pouring down, and this happened to be the one day where you didn't bring your umbrella, too focused on being late, and the way you looked, to even worry about checking the weather forecast.

Hands trembling as you walked, you reached for your phone in your pocket, before realising, that wasn't there either.

Panic. That was the only word to describe what you felt at that moment, pure panic. Had you dropped it somewhere? Maybe on the way to his? You were too late to turn back now, someone probably would've picked it up by now, and maybe it was already stolen. Maybe-

You left it on your bedside table, next to your umbrella.

Nonetheless, you kept walking, and you couldn't tell what was rain and what was tears after a certain point. They were so perfectly blended, heart aching as you walked.

Mirage, no, Elliot, you reminded yourself, always looked so perfect, with his neatly formed curls, and clear skin, you'd never seen him with one blemish, or eyebags like you, or with his hair askew. What would he think of you?

You had half a mind to turn back now, go home, and text him, faking that you were sick. But he'd probably turn up at your door instead, that was the kind of man he is, a gentleman.

Elliot couldn't worry about you, it wouldn't be fair to put him through that, and that's how you ended up on his doorstep, even despite all your worries. Placing three tentative knocks before it was quickly swung open, it seemed like he'd been waiting for you.

However, his smile quickly faded to a frown, of concern or disappointment, you couldn't tell.

"You're going to get s- uh- soa-" He paused, readjusting, instead of correcting his sentence, he ushered you in, he knew you knew him well enough to understand what he meant.

"Are you okay?!" He asked, shutting and locking the door behind you, hand placed gently on your bicep, feeling the soaked fabric of your shirt.

You wanted to tell him no, about how awful your day was, about how everything seemed to be going wrong, about how the whole world was against you, but you didn't. "Yeah... Just forgot my umbrella." You muttered, offering him a shrug of your shoulders, but that didn't seem to convince him, not one bit.

"How about you go upstairs? Get a hoodie and some sweats. You left some here last time. Or you could get changed into mind. I- Uhm- I don't... I don't mind." He took a shuddery breath, covering the pink tint on his cheeks.

"Anyways! I'll have a warm drink down here when you're done, okay?" He offered a soft smile towards you, already beginning to make your drink of choice.

When you returned downstairs, your drink was sat in your usual seat, the smell of food wafting from the oven making your mouth water.

"Want to talk?" He asked, cocking his head, waiting on your answer, and when you didn't respond he continued. "I can see something's buggin' ya. If you need to talk I'm always in your corner."

The compassion he was showing you was too much, he was too nice, and that was too much. You cried for the second time today, choking on your sobs as you tried to tell him about how shitty your day was, but nothing was coming out.

Mirage's eyes widened in shock, rushing round to your side before taking the seat next to you, a firm hand resting on your back, rubbing slow circles. "Take your time, love." He was ever so patient with you, you could never ask for more.

"I've just- I've just had the worst day today." You choked, covering your face with your hands. "I woke up and I obviously slept in a funny position, my whole body hurts." You began recounting your day. "I even left my fucking phone at home, like an idiot!"

There was a moment's silence before he moved his body to be facing yours, pulling your stool closer to his, and grasping your hands. "Darling. You're not an idiot. We all have bad days and that's fine. Sometimes you need a few days, to recover or... For it to just pass." He rested his forehead against yours, pressing a gentle kiss to the tip of your nose.

"No matter what, I'm right by your side. Tomorrow will be better. Swear on it."

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bunnysdaydreams · 1 year ago

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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!”

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that-one-weeb-buts-its-the-main · 2 years ago

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you write so well for mirage omg!! I love your writing of him and I literally simp for him so much lol I will get on my hands and knees and BEG for some mirage x gn! reader where they're just wrestling and having fun until something slips from either of them saying their romantic feelings for the other PLEASE thanks if you do this request!!!

Training| Elliott "Mirage" Witt

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Reader: Gender netural | Mirage x Reader (romantic)

Warnings: none

Notes: Okay so I may have taken a scene from Daredevil and kinda drew inspiration from one of the romance scenes

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"You want to train with me?" Y/n asked, hands on their hips as they looked at Elliott.

They both stood in the training room's padded boxing ring; both dressed in their work out clothes: Y/n in loose clothing, joggers, and a tank top with Elliott in sweats and a tank top, shoes already off before stepping into the ring.

"Yeah, that a bad thing?" He asked.

Y/n's hands went from their hips to tucking into their inner elbows as they crossed their arms; "You think you can take me then?"

"Any day, any time."

Y/n laughed, "Oh really?"

"Yeah! Really!" Elliott argued, "Why think I can't take you?"

Y/n smirked, "Honest to whatever god is out there? No."

"Oh yeah?!" Elliott continued, "Well- I could!"

"Oh come on, be serious!" Y/n teased, "Do you know who I train with?"

"Yeah yeah, the murder bot!" Elliott waved Y/n off, "I could easily beat you- especially if a bag of bolts in a loin cloth can!"

"yeah? Fine." Y/n spoke, "who's down first loses, I win I'll tell Rev that you think he's just a- what was it? A bag of bolts in a point cloth, and if you win..."

"If I win you have to do the dishes at the bar and clean the grill."

"Done deal."

And they shook on it.

It was more fun than it was trying to win a bet. They circled each other for a good minute, Elliott throwing punches, Y/n dodging with ease, ending in Y/n grabbing Elliott's punch and throwing him back into the ring ropes. Elliott luckily caught himself before he could trip over himself and turned around the face Y/n again who just shrugged with a shit-eating smirk.

"You gotta try harder than that, Witt." Y/n fasely complained; "I thought this was meant to be difficult."

Elliott only came back fircer, Y/n dodging, they clearly pissing off their fellow legend. Y/n caught his punch again throwing Elliott, quick to throw Elliott behind them once more and-

SMACK

Y/n had smacked Elliott's ass, and hard too, "Been wanting to do that for a long time now. I can't help but touch the sweet cake, ya know?"

Elliott's face was red, but most noteably, his ears. He'd be lying if he said the ass smack wasn't welcomed. He turned back to face Y/n.

"B. Be serious!"

"I am." Y/n told the smirk on there face only got bigger, "I don't look serious to you Elliott?"

Elliott huffed in frustration. He rushed back at Y/n, who decided it was time to actually fight in Elliott's mind. Y/n grabbed another one of Elliott's punches. Elliott fought back this time: he refused to be fooled a third time and went for Y/n's legs. They quickly overstepped Elliott's sweep, and Y/n threw Elliot over there leg, catching him before he would loose his footing.

Something stopped Y/n. Maybe it was the way Elliott looked up and into their eyes. Or the desperate grip Y/n had on Elliott has on Y/n's wrist.

Y/n liked that.

The desperate grip.

The look in Elliott's chocolate brown eyes.

Y/n let go of Elliott's tank top, he hitting the the ground with a thud, Y/n's body following through, letting there hands support most of there weight.

It was silent, Elliott staring up at Y/n: neither seemed to blink as they stared another down.

"I like when you look at me like that." Y/n confessed out of the blue: Y/n's mind stuck in his chest next to there heart.

"U.Uh. l.l.like what...?" Elliott asked gulping down his nerves.

"Desperate." Y/n answered, "just like how you grabbed me to not drop you."

"I..." Elliott mumbled, "I...am..."

Y/n's head tilited in curiousity: Elliot could have laughed; he thought it was cute. Y/n looked down at Elliott's lips. Then, back up at Elliott in the eye.

It was quicker than anticipated, Elliott licked his lips subconsciously: Y/n leaned down to kiss him barely after Elliotts tounage retreated and Elliott's head came up to meet him half way. Desperation settled into content as Y/n rolled on there back; Elliot taking the top spot and laying across Y/n's bottom inbetween there legs.

Elliott pulled away for a moment: "I really wish I would of lost sooner."

Y/n chuckled, "You'd loose later too."

"No."

"Uh yeah you would."

"That a bet."

"You lost the first one."

Eliott rolled his eyes playfully, and Y/n chuckled once more.

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anxioustwilight · 2 years ago

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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.

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crazy-fandom-madness · 2 years ago

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You’ll Be Safe With Me

Crypto x Reader

Sorry if any of the Korean is wrong or the French I don’t know the languages I used google translate so sorry if anything is incorrect feel free to let me know enjoy

Summary: you had a crush on Crypto he might not have known but everyone else did that was until Mirage told him but maybe that was for the best

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SFW/ Hurt/Comfort/ Gender Neutral/ Self Doubt

It was no secret you had a crush on Crypto it was quite obvious. But you would never act on these feelings you just couldn’t, he would never like you back. You knew him and Wattson were close but you are unaware if they are together. Either way you didn’t want him to know, there was no point. You left your room and joined the others sitting next to Wattson, she was playing with her Nessie. “Well there you got mate all fixed up.” Rampart handed the drone back to Crypto, he grabbed his drone and put it back. She had a big smile on her face happy with her work. “If you ever want some upgrades I’m the one.” Rampart offers before leaving, Tae Joon took a set next to you and looked over his drone. And of course Mirage had to take notice, looking at you making kissing faces.

Wraith smacked his arm trying to stop him for embarrassing you. “Oh Tae Joon can you help me with something s'il te plaît?” Natalie asked him all he did was nod and follow her out of the room. You watched and let out a sigh, putting your head down. “Oh don’t worry dear I’m sure it’s nothing.” Horizon tried to comfort you by placing her hand on your shoulder. “If you don’t ask him out you’ll never have him.” Revenant stated, you just looked at him unable to speak. “Darlin’ don’t listen to him.” Dr. Somers was really trying to lift the mood. Elliott shoot up and walked over to you. “Don’t worry the best legend in the Outlands will help!” Wraith tried to stop him. “Mirage you have zero game there is no way you can help you’ll make it worse.” He gave her a dramatic heart broken face, then looked back at you. “Guys it doesn’t matter he will never.”

You stoped talking as they both walked back into the room, Wattson noticed how silent and awkward the room was. “Désolée did we interrupt something?” She stopped in her tracks looking at everyone. Mirage pointed to you almost yelling. “Hey Crypto they wanted to ask you-.” Wraith punched him in the stomach to shit him up. He did seem confused but let it go sitting back down, Natalie joined going back to her Nessie. Mirage was making gestures towards you and Tae Joon, he wasn’t being subtle about it. Almost everyone could see including Crypto he rose an eyebrow to this looking to you then back at Elliott. You knew he wasn’t trying to embarrass you but god he was, you couldn’t take it anymore. “Mirage just shut up! Leave me alone!” You stormed out of the room with tears running down your face. All the legends looked at him, Renee have him a dirty look along with Horizon she decided to follow you to make sure you are ok.

“Hello dearies are you in here?” She saw you on your bed and walked over sitting next to you, she put her hand on your leg trying to calm you. “Aw it’s ok dear we all know Mirage can been a little well you know.” You had nothing to say no words would come out only tears. “Everything will be ok.” You lay back against your bed wiping your tears. “No it won’t be ok Mirage doesn’t know how to shut his month and now he will think I’m crazy everything is ruined.” You slowly sat up. “He would have never liked me anyways why am I so upset?” She gave you a hug and wiped a tear from your face giving you a smile. “Don’t think so low of your self dear you’re amazing.” You have a small nod just acknowledging you were even listening. A knock on the door frame caught your attention looking over you see Crypto, you turn away unable to look at him. Dr. Somers got up and walked over to Crypto before leaving you both alone, he walked over to you just standing beside you.

“Mirage told me everything why didn’t you tell me?” He sat on the end of your bed not too close he didn’t want to make you uncomfortable. “I couldn’t there was no way you would like me back.” You try your best to stop crying you can’t let him see you like this, but you could feel his eyes on you. “Why would you think that.” You were finally able to look at him but not for long, you let out a sigh. “I don’t know I just never thought you would like me back.” He looked down. “I guess i should have talked to you sooner, I know I can come off a certain way but I do like you back.” Looking back at him you can see honestly in his eyes but you just can’t believe him as hard as you try, you just can’t. “No it’s ok I get it you don’t have to pretend.” You stand up turning around letting your tears fall again. He soon follows turning you back to face him, he grabbed your hands and looked into your eyes. “I’m not lying I’ve liked you for a while I mean I’ve just been too scared to tell you with my past and everything.”

He was quite on that last point he never really opened up to anyone. “사랑해요 honestly I wouldn’t lie about this.” You look down at his hands in yours and rub your thumb against his hand. “I get if you don’t want to be together with everything you have been through I completely understand.” He had a look as if he was in deep thought about this past. “넌 안전할거야 don’t worry.” You were unsure of what he said but they way he said it make you know everything will be ok. You smile and hug him he hugged you back and for the first time you felt like a weight had been lifted, keeping this a secret but so much stress on you. “Let’s keep this between us for a while just to make sure no one is after me I can’t risk it.” You smile letting him know you understand with a past like his he can’t take chances. “Of course I don’t mind at all as long as we are happy together and safe I’ll be happy.”

He smiles being you a kiss on your hand you both smiles at each other, just enjoying each other’s presence. You wanted to join the other legends again while Crypto had other things to do you both walked to the door. As you opened the door Ramya was standing there “eh mate got them upgrade done.” She looked down seeing you both holding hands as you both quickly pulled away, she has a smiles on her face as she saw it, but she gave you a wink to say your secret is safe. You mouthed a thank you as she went to show Crypto the upgrades, walking back to where the others were. Mirage was no where to be seen but that didn’t matter right now. Anita have you a nod as you watched in and patted the set next to her. You sit down moving the Nessie that was there “you don’t have to worry about Mirage I dealt with him but you’re ok right?” You looked down then back at her with a soft smile. “Yeah I’m ok thanks.” And with that she went back to talking with the others, Rampart and Crypto walked back in he sat next to you, looking over at his drone as he held it.

He let go of it was it floated next to him he gave it a fist bump, you giggled at that. He noticed so had his drone give you one too at this point the others weren’t paying attention, well other than Rampant but she wouldn’t say anything. You lay down on the couch you were sitting on and start to fall asleep, you woke up hours later. You were kind of blinded by a green light, the light of his drone I guess he had things to do but wanted to make sure you were ok. As you got up you felt his jacket on your body you smiles cuz it smelt like him you grabbed it and looked at the drone. “Thanks for the jacket I’ll return it tomorrow.” It scanned you be fire following you back to your room then went back to his. You closed your door and got ready for bed sure things would be some what slow but you don’t mind. You hold his jacket as you felt asleep pretending it was him, it might be while till you share a room but you will not push him to do anything until he was ready.

Not that he doesn’t feel comfortable more that he worry’s for your safety, it makes you so happy knowing that he really does care, you start to fall asleep holding his jacket close. You woke up early in hopes no one would be up yet and put his jacket back in his room. He was already awake doing something in his computer. “Hey thanks for the jacket last night really appreciate it.” He doesn’t turn away from the screen. “천만에요 you can take it when ever you want.” He looked over at you at the last part. “Well when you put it that way.” You put the jacket on taking a look in the mirror he had. You put your hands in the pockets trying to look tough imitating him, he looked over his shoulder. “It looks better on you than me.” You jumped a little not realizing he was looking you start to take it off and hand it back. “I’m not sure about that but I’ll accept your compliment.” You laugh heading over to the door you open. “You can stay if you want don’t mind.” You move away from the door and look at him. “Are you sure I don’t want to intrude?” All he did was nod and go back to his computer you lay in his bed hoping you can fall back asleep, there was a few hours till everyone else would be awake.

Crypto looks back to see you laying there he smiles and turns his screen brightness down, and tried to be quiet while typing he didn’t want to disturb you. “밤 내 사랑” he whispered knowing you wouldn’t even understand what he was saying going back to what he was doing. Checking you every once in a while, soon decided to join you just for a moment, a moment that felt that forever a moment you didn’t want to end. But it did after a few hours you had to get ready for the day, you both head out to the main room not having time to do anything. “Get ready ladies we’re about to drop soon!” Bangalore could he hear looking up you see your teamed with her and Crypto. Getting in the platform holding his hand before you drop, he puts his hands back into his pockets. “조심해 out there.” Was the last thing he said before the three of you dropped ready to play the games.

Of course he kept you safe all game you didn’t win but you got top ten getting back to the drop ship. “That was a close one we almost had it.” Bangalore said as she walked off a little upset. “Are you ok?” He was looking over you. “Yep I’m fine all cuz you were there.” He still had a hint of worry but took your word, right now there was nothing to do other then hang out. So he showed you how to use his drone that’s how you spent your time. Rampart watched from a distance happy for both of you, as much as she wanted to tease you both about it she didn’t, well for not at least. Working on Sheila she listening to your giggles as you tried your best to use the drone, one of many memories you would share with Crypto.

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foreverlilmeowmeow · 2 years ago

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In the mood to write something today! So, give me your ideas!

The fandoms I currently write for:

1. My Hero Academia (mostly Kiribaku and Hawks)

2. Overwatch (mostly Junkrat)

3. Apex (mostly Octane and Mirage)

4. Stardew Valley (mostly Shane)

5. Markipkier and Jacksepticeye

And many... many... more

Fill free to send me requests! Would love to write yall something!

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angelatmidnight1 · 2 years ago

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would you mind writing a fic with ler!horizon x reader? maybe the reader thinks it was their fault for their team not winning in the final standing of the games and is upset about it, so horizon cheers them up? any scenario is fine though, just a prompt i thought of haha. have a great rest of your weekend! <3

Lifting Your Spirits

You believe you let Horizon down in your last match, and you haven’t been able to forgive yourself. Horizon seeks you out to comfort you and put a smile back on your face.

“Oh, fret not, darlin’. It wasnae your fault.”

Horizon whispered to you in a low, soothing voice while she rubbed your back. The two of you were in your room, and you were underneath a mound of blankets. Your back faced Horizon, and you stared out of your window with empty eyes. You weren’t sure how long you’d been laying there but, judging from the sunset, you knew it had been at least two hours. Earlier in the day, you were participating in the Games, and your squad didn’t even make it to the top ten. But, that’s not what was bothering you. It wasn’t the first time you lost, and you’d learned how to roll with the punches. There was one scene that kept replaying in your mind, no matter how much you tried to ignore it. In fact, ignoring it made it worse. You pinched your eyes shut as you mulled it over again, fighting back a fresh wave of tears…

The match had started out easy enough. It was a duos game, and you were paired up with Horizon. Dr. Somers was a gentle and nurturing soul outside the games; but, inside the arena, you’ve never seen anyone so determined.

Then again, if you were fighting for your family, you’d fight hard, too. That determination was infectious; so, as you went up against each enemy squad, you stuck close to her side. No one was going to keep her from seeing Newton again. Not on your watch.

That was the plan, anyway. And, things don’t always go as planned…

The goal was to maintain the high ground at the Grow Towers in Olympus. From that vantage point, you and Dr. Somers were able to pick off any exposed squads. Your aim was steadily improving in sniper class weapons, and it showed. Although Mirage popped his ultimate in front of you, you focused on what you believed to be the actual one, and fired.

There was the sound of glass breaking, and then all that remained was Elliott’s deathbox. A clean headshot.

“Heh, not this time, Elliott.” you murmured under your breath, smirking. Horizon stopped what she was doing and gently patted your shoulder. You looked up to see her smiling.

“Good kill, darlin’! I see someone’s been practicing.”

“Of course! Someone has to keep that ego in check,” you answered, grinning. “After all, what are friends for?”

“I dinnae think he’d agree,” Dr. Somers chuckled, gesturing to his deathbox. “Alright, go collect your winnings. Newtie and I’ll make sure no one bothers you.”

You climbed off your perch to do just that. You knew Elliott would be stewing in getting wrecked, and you were feeling super confident. So, instead of just looting and leaving, you decided to show off. You threw down your holo-spray on top of his box, and blew a kiss to the camera. Even if he didn’t see it now, you hoped that he’d watch the match replay. After all, there was a high chance he’d call the whole thing a fluke, maybe say the sun was in his eye. You wanted to make it clear to anyone watching that there was no fluke here: you bested Elliott ‘Mirage’ Witt in a fight.

But, you’d picked a poor time to celebrate your victory. The commotion attracted enemy squads to your location and, before you knew it, bullets were flying in your direction. You yelped and, abandoning the box, you made a mad dash towards the ledge. “Dr. Somers!” you called, frantically waving your arm. “I need a boost!”

True to her word, Horizon returned the enemy fire to take some of the heat off of you. Then, she tossed a gravity lift to you and pinged it. “Here, love—”

But then, all of a sudden, there was a loud bang. Horizon cried out and collapsed to the floor, her gravity lift skidding across the ground.

Your heart sank to your stomach. You broke out into a run, moving as fast as your feet would take you to the previous position. “No, no, no…” you kept on repeating, gripping your weapon tight as you rounded the corner. By the time you got up there, you saw her attacker: Ash.

Ash had used a phase tear to reach you and Horizon’s perch, so she was able to sneak up on her. She’d downed Horizon with a Kraber, and was in the middle of her finisher. You drew your gun without hesitation and fired.

“Leave her alone!” You yelled. It looked like Ash was alone, that is, until her teammate dropped in on you. Revenant used his passive to climb up on the walls, laying in wait like a tiger in the grass. Then, when you showed up, he dropped in and shot at you with his wingman. Your shields and health fell faster than his; then, instead of just downing you, he charged at you full force. You screamed as you hit the ground, and he kicked your gun far out of reach. Then, chuckling, he hoisted you up with one hand, shoving you against the wall.

“Ah, ah, ah…” He hummed, tightening his grip as you struggled. “Doc was first in line. You’ll get your turn.”

“No, you can’t—”

“Shh,” Revenant cut you off by using his free hand to seize your throat. He squeezed hard enough to keep you from talking, but not hard enough to outright kill you. You gasped and clawed at his hand, trying to pry him off. He lowered you to the ground, so you could see Ash and Horizon.

“You’ll miss the best part.”

….

By now, you were crying, and the tears fell freely down your cheeks.

“It was my fault,” you answered, your voice broken up from your cries. “You got hurt, all because of me.”

“No, love, we were ambushed.” Horizon answered gently, frowning. She climbed over the blankets and knelt in front of you. She took your face into her hands, brushing tears away with her thumbs. “And that’s something that can happen to anyone in the Games. Even so, I know how hard you tried, and I’m proud of you for that.”

You didn’t respond, just crying quietly into her hands. Everyone had their reasons for participating in the games; some fought for fame, others for fun. But Horizon fought for her family. So, in your mind, your mistake put that much more distance between them. “But,” you hiccuped, “if something bad happened to you—”

“Aye, that’s a risk that comes with the territory, I’m afraid,” Horizon sighed. “ But dinnae worry, Dr. Reid’s been tryin’ to kill me for quite some time now. If she hasn’t succeeded by now, well…her superiority has seen better days.”

You nodded, but you still felt guilty. Horizon let go of your face and squeezed your shoulder.

“Remember,” Dr. Somers went on. “No matter what happens, whether we win the game or we’re among the first eliminated, I cannae ask for a better colleague by my side. You fight with everything you have, and that’s all I could ever ask for.”

A faint smile tugged at the corner of your lips. “Thanks,” you responded, wiping away what was left of your tears. Horizon smiled.

“It’s no problem at all, darlin’.” She answered warmly. She took a glance out your window. Now, it was dark outside. “Well, it looks like it will be a clear night tonight. Care to join me for a wee bit of stargazing? The fresh air may do you good.”

You followed her gaze. If anyone else had asked you to do anything tonight, you wouldn’t hesitate to decline. But, Horizon had a warm and comforting presence, and you didn’t mind her company. “Okay, sure.”

Horizon smiled. “Great, I’ll brew us up some tea. Just remember to bring a jacket, it may be cold.”

It was a clear night indeed, and the sky was covered in a blanket of stars. Horizon was gushing about the various constellations, but you had trouble seeing them.

“Where?” You asked for the umteenth time, squinting your eyes as if it’d help you see better. Horizon giggled and turned your head in the right direction.

“There, dear. That’s Orion and his belt, if you follow the line of stars going there, and there.” Mary answered. Her other hand was on your shoulder, idly tracing the pattern against your skin. You shivered, and your shoulders stiffened.

“Hehey,” you giggled, leaning away from her hand. “That tickles.”

Mary stopped, keeping her hand still. “Oops, sorry, love.” There was a beat, and then she gave you a small smile. “Though, it was nice to see you smile for a bit.”

You nodded, not giving what she said much thought. You returned your attention to the stars, and she followed suit.

“Let’s see now, next we have Orion’s belt, there.” Dr. Somers explained, pointing to the sky. “And, if you put a straight line through it and travel south, you’ll come to Sirius…”

You felt her tracing against your skin again while she spoke. Though, this time, she ended her statement with a deliberate tap at the side of your neck. You flinched.

“Dr. Somers!” You yelped, raising your shoulders. “You did that on purpose.”

“I’m sorry, you just look so glum.” Horizon gently swiped her fingertips against the back of your rib cage. You folded like a lawn chair, and wrapped your arms protectively around your torso. “I’m only trying to get you to smile.”

“Ah, it’s okay. You don’t have to,” You tittered, instinctively leaning out of her reach. Horizon chuckled and propped herself up onto her knees.

“Well, I’d like to. After all, what else are friends for?” She echoed, now grinning brightly.

Your eyes widened with realization, and you backed up even further. Horizon followed after you.

“Come here, darlin’.” She extended her arms out towards you, and her fingers wiggled. You shook your head, grinning.

“...N-Noho,” You snickered. Your eyes darted between her hands and the area around you, searching for an escape route. Suddenly, Dr. Somers lunged forward and wrapped her arms around you. You squealed and raised your hands defensively. Although she hadn’t started tickling, you were giggling up a storm. “Nohoho, dohohn’t!”

“What ever is the matter, (Y/N)?” Horizon giggled. She wasn’t holding onto too tightly, so you could’ve pulled away. But, you were giggling too hard to notice. “I haven’t done anything. What’s so funny?”

“Dohohn’t do it, plehehease,” you pleaded. You grabbed her wrists and, much to your surprise, Dr. Somers scooped your hands into hers. She fluttered her fingertips against your palms. You didn’t expect it to tickle, but it did, and it made you giggle louder. “Nahaha dohohn’t!”

“Don’t what, love?” She asked, giggling along with you. After a few more scritches along your palms, she wrenched her hands free, and went for your sides. She poked at them, finding a new spot to poke at whenever your arm blocked her. Eventually, it was hard to keep up with her, and you were squirming around in her arms, squealing and giggling.

“Tihihickle mehehehe!”

You said it before you could process it. Horizon smirked and gave a quick scribble across your stomach, making you let out a sudden shout of laughter. You threw your arms around yourself for protection, but she always seemed to find ticklish spots that weren’t covered.

“Well, I’m trying! But you’re makin’ it a wee bit difficult,” She teased. She returned to your sides and squeezed them. You doubled over, keeping your arms wound tight around your torso. Dr. Somers guided you to the ground so you wouldn’t hurt yourself.

“Nahahahat whahaht I meahahahnt!” You cried out. You gave up on trying to block access with your arms, and batted at her hands instead. “Dohohohon’t tihihihckle mehehee!”

Horizon laughed. “But you just asked me to!” she argued. For the most part, she was still able to tickle you, even if she had to pause to shake off your hands. She went higher, tickling the spaces between your ribs. She alternated between poking and gentle scratches, and you yelped.

“I dihihdn’t!”

“You did! C’mon dear, I’m just trying to cheer you up!” She swiped her fingers along the length of your rib cage, up and down, until her hands came just shy of your armpits. You clamped your arms down, and your giggles spiked up to laughter.

“I’m nahahaht sahahahad! Plehehehase,” You held your arms flat against your sides, so Mary couldn’t reach your armpits. So, she went for your neck, burrowing her fingertips into the space between your neck and shoulder. You scrunched up your shoulders and trapped her hand, but it didn’t stop her from tickling. “I’m okahahahahahy!”

Horizon stopped tickling. She pulled her hand free, waiting for your laughter to calm down. “Are you sure?” She asked with genuine concern. She tenderly stroked your cheek with her thumb. “Because I don’t want you thinking that you’re anything less than a wonderful friend to me.”

You nodded. You felt a brief pang of guilt again as you recalled what happened, but you shook it away, and met Mary’s eyes. “Yes,” you answered, nodding some more. “I’m sure.”

Mary looked at you for a moment and, although she didn’t say it, she wasn’t convinced. She knew a sad look when she saw one. But, instead of calling you out, she gave you a smile. “I’m happy to hear it, darlin’. But, just to be doubly sure…”

You gave her a confused look. It seemed like she was about to let you up, but Horizon had other ideas. Her smile brightened as she wiggled her fingers at you again. You gasped.

“Wait!” You yelled. You immediately dropped your hands back over your torso, giggling nervously. “Wahahait! I’m okay, Dr. Somers! I feel a lohoht better!”

“Oh, I believe you, (Y/N). But, you know what we scientists say,” She hummed, holding her hands just a few inches away from your torso. “If at first you succeed, best replicate your work and do it again.”

You’re not sure what came over you but, before she could tickle you again, you reacted first. Your hands shot forward and ended up on her sides. Dr. Somers faltered and moved to stop you, but it was too late. You tickled her the same way she tickled you; a light touch, with fast wiggling fingers that were almost impossible to keep up with. Horizon dissolved into giggles almost immediately.

“Whoahaha! Nohoho dehaharie!” She tried to catch your hands, but you stayed ahead of her, suddenly sticking your hands underneath her arms. Mary squealed and brought her arms down. She laughed for a good three minutes before saying, “I wahahas ohohnly tryin’ to hehehlp youhuhu!”

“You did help me, Dr. Somers!” You grinned, using your thumbs to prod into her armpits. Horizon keeled over, and you took the opportunity to kneel over her legs. “But now, it’s your turn to laugh.”

And she did. You weren’t sure if she was that ticklish, or just completely caught off guard, but it didn’t take much for you to get her laughing. You were still tickling her armpits and moved your fingers in a spider-like motion, scritching over every patch of ticklish skin. Dr. Somers was holding onto your wrists, but not tight enough to deter you. You used your thumbs again to scratch circles into her armpits, making her toss her head back with louder laughter.

“(Y/N) NOHOAHAHAHA!” Mary yelled. She squeezed her arms against her sides as you tickled faster. You chuckled and pulled your hands free, squeezing down to her rib cage. Dr. Somers inadvertently snorted, and her squirming turned much more frantic. “PLEHEHEHASE! NOHOHOT THEHEHERE!”

“Where, doctor?” You feigned innocence and gently squeezed at each rib. Horizon’s grip on your wrists tightened, and her legs drummed against the floor.

“THEHEHRE—AH!”

You skittered your nails at her centermost ribs, making her yelp again. She fell back into her laughing fit as you repeated the motion, throwing in a squeeze now and again to keep her guessing.

“There? C’mon, doc, you’re a scientist.” You teased, having to speak up over her laughter. “I know you can be more specific than that!”

But, as fun as this was, and despite Horizon loving to see you in a better mood, it was time for her to flip the script. Literally.

Since she was still holding onto your wrists, and your attention was fixed on tickling her, Mary had an escape route. When you decided to switch spots, targeting her stomach, she curled into a ball. She pulled you along with her as she moved, and you were thrown off balance. Mary used the momentum to drag you to the ground with her, and was quick to squeeze at your hips and waist.

You screamed, arms and legs flailing, and Horizon trapped you further in her arms. You tried to grab her hands, but she jumped to a different spot, lightly clawing at your belly.

“NONOAHAHA! SOHOHRRYSOHORRYSORRY!” You yelled. You wriggled to and fro in her arms, trying to flee, but Dr. Somers kept you right where you were.

“Aw, there’s no need for that love! I’m not cross with you,” Horizon slowed the tickling down, so that her fingertips barely stroked over your belly. You giggled desperately, finally able to grab her hands. Dr. Somers grinned, allowing it, only to pull away seconds later and reach under your arms. By the time you brought your arms down, she was already scritching away at the hollows. “But I’m still gonna getcha back!”

You held your arms tight against your body, rocking side to side. “Okahahahahy!” you yelped. “You gohohohoht mehehehehe!”

Horizon chuckled. She pulled one of her hands out of your armpits and prodded down your rib cage, making you jolt. She poked more deliberately at your tummy, and laughed along with you as you snorted. “Your laugh is so cute, (Y/N).”

Your cheeks flushed, and you weakly batted at her hand, still giggling your head off. Dr. Somers could tell you were getting tired. So, after pulling her hand away one more time, she scribbled all over your torso, moving at a speed that would make Octane jealous. Your frantic giggling turned into loud laughter, and you bucked your hips.

“DR. SOHOHOHOHMERS!” You cried out, folding again as she lightly jabbed into your midsection. “PLEHEHEHEASE!”

Seconds later, Horizon stopped, and she squeezed you affectionately. “Alright, alright, I’m finished. I suppose that was enough revenge for one day.” She giggled. You slumped back against her, breathing deeply. She peeked down at you after a few minutes of silence. “How’re you feeling, darlin?”

You looked up at her, and the smile you gave her was brighter than any star she’d seen. “Much better, Dr. Somers. Thank you.”

A/N: I apologize for the long wait, but I really hope you liked the story!

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