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r-ando-m-w-rite-r · 2 years ago

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Greedy Thoughts

-Tada.

-3591 words (longest yet)

-Hope you enjoyed this, I know the ending was a little cheesy, but I really tried and hopefully the next chapter will be more engaging and less sloppy.

-I wanted to give a shoutout to @revenants-queen26 and @deadbydaylightaddict because these two were the ones to encourage me with writing more about a prompt that I didn’t even completely like at first. Thanks for the support, guys! :D

-Lmao I’m srry I forgot to @ you guys in the beginning, I guess I just wanted to get this post out there ;D

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You landed on the ground with a thud. The sun bore down on you, making you perspire already. You looked to your left and there sat a supply bin, so you quickly ran over, opening it up. Just what you needed, a Prowler and shield cells. There was also a blue evo, which you greedily snatched. Good start to the game.

“Energy ammo here.” Octane said, pinging the small green box. He was outside of a house nearby looting a supply bin as well. You were only a few feet away.

“I need that.” Revenant growled, quickly appearing from the roof and jumping down. Upon impact, the ground rumbled a little as he grabbed at the ammo. “Don’t expect me to thank you.”

“Wasn’t planning on it, demonio-” Octane muttered under his breath but quickly stopped when he saw Revenant’s pure look of disgust on his face.

“How much time have you been spending with that bitch Loba?” he growled, taking a menacing step in the now worried-looking Legend’s direction. It seemed as if he hadn’t let go of what the kid had done to you the night before yet. Octane threw his hands up in an apologetic manner.

“Ay chico, sorry! Just a slip of the tongue!” he cried out. Revenant just snorted furiously before turning around and walking off in the direction of the nearest point of interest. Gunshots could be heard from that area, echoing off the rolling green hills of Olympus. How was he already done looting?

Not wanting to get on his bad side, even though you weren’t sure if you already had from the second collision this morning, you briskly jogged after him. The loot wasn’t worth him having a grudge on you all game. You decided to walk in his shadow, making sure to keep a little distance as to avoid any more accidents. You stared at the back of his head; the sudden urge to walk beside him hit you like a wave. For some internal reason, you wanted to see his face so badly, and you didn’t even know why. Suddenly, you felt needy and began to crave for his attention. What if you just touched him ever so slightly…

You shook your head, no, of course not. What was wrong with you? Behind you, you heard Octane blurt out, “But I want to loot!” When neither of his teammates stopped, however, he just sighed loudly and followed a distance behind.

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There were people in the tall skyscraper in front of you, you were sure of it. Not only were there extremely loud footsteps, but there were also the occasional rounds of gunshots before quietness filled the space once more. Octane was quickly sneaking around the building, grabbing loot as he went. You briskly followed after Revenant, who was deathly quiet and heading for the open set of doors located at the front of the building. He obviously didn’t approve of his other teammate wandering off, but he seemed content enough having you as back up. Or a shield. You quickly gulped down your worries. No, he wouldn’t do that to you, would he? He paused, and you had to quickly stop yourself before you ran into him again. ‘Head in the game’ you told yourself. ‘this isn’t the time to get lost in thought.’

A few seconds passed and he didn’t move. What was he doing? But just as you had begun to open your mouth, gunshots rang from a few floors up, and Revenant burst into the lobby area. You followed in a flurry behind him as he began marching up the stairs. You realized the other teams were engaged in battle at the moment, so they most likely wouldn’t hear the third party. Smart. Octane was still wandering around outside, though, which made you frown.

By the time you two had made it to the second floor, you were struggling to get past all the deathboxes, which littered the ground. It began to stink of blood and sweat, making you slightly nauseous. Nothing you hadn’t experienced before, though. “What a massacre..” Revenant muttered, taking it all in with his LEDs. “I love it.” His words sent chills down your spine, making you feel both uncomfortable and safe at the same time. Was that possible?

You guys were definitely closer to the fighting now; the ceiling was shaking from pounding footsteps and things being thrown around, and the lights were rattling and flickering on and off. Shouts were heard as well, making you nervous. “Crouch and be silent.” Revenant suddenly demanded as he fell to the ground and continued up the stairs, now crawling. You obeyed, staying quiet and copying likewise. He reached the top of the stairwell, slowly inching his head up to peer into the next floor. The fighting was near, but still slightly muffled, and you didn’t know what to expect next. Was someone going to blow his head off? You held your breath, but when he indicated to continue, you exhaled with relief and continued after him.

You emerged on the third floor and gasped ever so slightly at what you saw. There were deathboxes everywhere. Blood stains coated the walls, half-destroyed defenses were left to waste. Everything stank like death and destruction. The fighting was still happening, but it was all down a different side hallway that you noticed a little ways down the corridor. There was a miniature gap in the wall that led down an even smaller corridor before reaching a pair of doors. You tilted your head and were able to make out blurred movements through the humidified glass. You watched as Revenant carefully stepped over a deathbox, huddling up against the edge of the wall that led down the corridor and to those same doors.

Suddenly, the doors bursted open, and you were expecting the worst, but no one emerged. Instead, the fighting just became louder. You gasped, hurrying to get over to where Revenant was, but stumbled over the deathbox obstructing your path. You fell forward, landing right in front of the view of the doors. You watched as someone darted across from behind the doors as Mad Maggie followed, her Havoc spitting in their direction.

She cursed, looking in your direction. At first she hadn’t recognized you as human, probably assuming you were a deathbox, and looked away. But after a shocked double-take, she growled, pointing her gun at your head. You yelped as everything happened at once. Hands pulled you back as shots were taken, and you watched as they embroided the rug where you had just been. It took you a second to realize where you were, but as you looked down, your face grew hot. A metal claw held your side, keeping you pressed up against the simulacrum’s body. His legs stretched out on either side of you, indicating he was now in a sitting position.

His other hand produced his tactical, which you watched him chuck at the door. You heard Mad Maggie screech as it hit her, and the doors abruptly shut as the fighting continued. After a second, Revenant growled down at you. “You need to be more careful skinsuit, or you’re going to end up like all the others.” He indicated at the deathboxes surrounding you both, and you gulped deeply.

There was a moment of silence. You felt his artificial lungs and heart as they did their work, pumping things through his body to keep him going. The temptation was becoming too overwhelming. You looked up. He was staring right back down at you, his LEDs wavering slightly. Seconds, which felt like minutes, passed by as you stared into each other's eyes, and it felt as if time itself seemed to slow and come to a halt. You felt the beating of his heart speed up slightly, and you couldn’t help but blush a little.

You felt his metallic fingers run across your cheek as he gently stroked. Yes, that was what you had been longing for. You sighed into his fingers, closing your eyes and resting your head on his chest. He cupped the side of your face, his claws drawing circles near your hairline. He was enjoying himself as much as you were. His rubbing pace sped up and then slowed again, then repeated. He was playing with you. You purred ever so slightly, causing him to pause before continuing, this time his claws pressing harder into your skin, but not so hard to where it hurt.

You twitched. He reacted by beginning to toy a little with your hair with his free hand. Wrapping your strands around his finger and then unwinding them before repeating. After a few moments of this, he began itching your scalp with his long, sharp fingers. He was overstimulating you mentally and physically, and, to your embarrassment, you let a little moan escape your mouth, to which he responded with eagerness to continue pleasing you. So relaxing-

“Amigos! I found you!” Octane shouted out as he emerged from the stairwell. You jumped and Revenant quickly withdrew his hands. You snapped back to reality as Revenant began growling angrily, and you realized that you no longer heard gunshots. In fact, it had been almost completely quiet for awhile now that you had thought about it.

“You idiot!” Revenant whisper-yelled, but it was too late. The door to your right burst open, and out emerged a team. Revenant was up in a second, both throwing his recharged tactical at the enemies and shoving you back with his free hand. His silencer caught them off guard, giving him time to pull out his gun. Within a second, shots began to fire.

Yelping, you darted past Octane and down the stairs as he rushed in to assist Revenant in battle. You felt bad for not helping, but then again, what were you going to do at the moment? You had to regain yourself. And plus, Revenant had pushed you back, wasn’t that a sign to get the hell out of there? You tucked yourself away in a corner, pulling out your gun. You had to get the battle down here, where there was more room to fight.

As if your request was answered, Octane suddenly retreated, pulling out a shield cell and charging himself with it. “Octane!” you called out. He looked over at you. Good, you had his attention. “Go up behind the team and try getting them down a level.” He cocked his head in obvious confusion but shrugged.

“We have nothing else to lose chica, so sure.” he said, stimming and running past you. He was smart; he was going to use the zipline, which would bring him up behind the enemies. Revenant appeared after a moment, using a Phoenix kit and cursing. Gibraltar stumbled down the stairs after him, shield in hand, but you had the advantage since he hadn’t seen you yet. Aiming, you sprayed your Prowler, catching his side completely and downing him.

“That’s one.” Revenant growled out. Was that approval you heard in his voice? Or pride? Nonetheless, the enemy team abruptly spilled out the stairwell. Horizon used her tactical to fly off the side of the balcony, which opened up on the floor, with both Gibraltar, herself and-

You felt chills run down your spine as Ash turned back for a split second to lock eyes with you. Her LEDs bore holes into your eyes, making you squirm on the spot. But in a moment, they were gone, and you were able to breathe slightly normal again. Revenant must have not noticed, because he set up his totem, saying, “C’mon.” without a further word and chasing after the escaping team, his body now morphed with black smoke. Octane sprinted down the stairs a second later, drawing your attention to his glowing green body. He had definitely loaded up on stim.

“Sorry it took so long, chica, I had to grab a better shield from one of those deathboxes.” he said, winking. “Couldn’t pass that offer.” You rolled your eyes as he touched the totem, sprinting after Revenant with the same haunting look the ultimate had given to both of your teammates. Gunshots could be heard below, and you sighed, standing up on wobbly legs. You slowly made your way over to the totem, but a whooshing sound interrupted your walking, making you turn around.

Before you could even process what was happening, you had been pinned to the ground by Ash, who smirked at your now-panicked expression. Her metal legs pinned down yours, and her sword was pressed menacingly against your neck. She quickly whacked your gun out of your hands, which were both free but couldn’t do anything to save you at this moment. “Ah, it seems the prey has finally been captured by the predator.” she said in a prideful voice, despite her monotone expression.

“What do you want from me?” you muttered through semi-clenched teeth. You tried to sound menacing, but you still believed the simulacrum could sense your inner fear. Her expression had been proud, but it quickly contorted into annoyance.

“What do I want from you?” she scorned down at you, her LEDs quivering angrily. “I want you to stay away from that murderbot you seem so attached to.” So it was about Revenant! Why though? Did she secretly like him or something? You obviously didn’t want to interfere with that. But as you thought to yourself, did you really? Or did you want Revenant for yourself?

“But I-” you tried to explain, but Ash just pressed the blade down harder, producing a line of pain that burned your neck. You had to be bleeding.

“No ‘buts’, I’m giving you a heeding before I really do make you wish you had never even spoken to that simulacrum.” she spat. “As for now, I will punish you. A quick and painless death is far less than what you deserve, but since I’m in a merciful mood, I’ll do you this favor.” Her eyes glowed with fire it seemed as she spoke, and you just prayed that if she was going to do it, it would just be over quickly. “Now, hold still.”

She stood up, and even though she had told you otherwise, you tried to scramble towards your gun. It was no use though. She pressed her rod for a foot onto your chest with surprising force, pushing you back onto the ground and knocking the air out of you. You grimaced on impact as something internally snapped and produced a load of pain. As she aimed her blade for your neck, you just closed your eyes in defeat. It wasn’t worth watching anyways. On the plus side, at least once you died, you would be able to rest for the remainder of the day…in the infirmary where they would take care of your once-decapitated form. You frowned, but thus was the life of a Legend.

A moment passed, and then there was a grunt and a loud thud that shook the floor beneath you. Your eyes flew open as the pressure on your chest was suddenly removed. You quickly sat up, hunching over slightly and holding your neck, which was not bleeding fatally but was still wounded. Revenant was in front of you, looming over Ash’s crumpled state on the floor. You had zoned out slightly, so you took a moment to regain yourself before catching what he was saying to her. “-and if you ever touch her again, you’re gonna wish you were never given a second chance at life.” you heard Revenant say before grabbing her and throwing her into the wall to his right. She hit it with a thud, and as she slid to the floor, some of the wall’s plaster came off with her.

You winced; wasn’t that a little harsh? But then again, she had just threatened you with death. You watched as Revenant grabbed his gun, aiming it at her head. You didn’t want to watch, but you couldn’t help but notice as Ash lifted her head to look at you, her LEDs boring into your soul. It was such a look filled with loathing and maliciousness that you had to look away. The echo of the gunshot filled the room as Revenant finished her, and the sound of her deathbox hitting the floor made you shiver.

A few seconds of silence passed, but you broke it with your sudden coughing fit. Blood dribbled from your mouth; great, now you were internally bleeding somehow. You listened as Revenant walked over briskly, kneeling down in front of you. His frame was humongous compared to yours, but he still somehow managed to get his face inches from yours. He quickly scanned over you before muttering, “I’ll kill her over and over again for this.”

Your breathing became slightly labored; she probably broke a rib or two. However, you thought back to what she had said to you, how she wanted you to stay away from Revenant. Doing what she did definitely didn’t tilt her scales in his favor, and plus, you didn’t even know if he liked Ash to begin with. Then again, you weren’t all up in the daily gossip and reports about the Apex Legends, so you wouldn’t know.

You two stayed there hunched over on the floor for what seemed like an hour before Revenant stood up. “I know it hurts but the ring is closing and I have to get this idiot back in the game before it’s too late.” Revenant said in a quiet voice, growling at the end. You noticed the little banner icon poking out of his hand, which he stuffed somewhere behind him.

You attempted to stand, but the pain in your side swelled up and shocked you, sending you back to the floor as you cried out. Revenant stared down at you, and you couldn’t tell if he was worried or disappointed. Nevertheless, you didn’t care to check. The pain was slowly making its way around your middle section, affecting everything it touched.

You groaned, waving at the simulacrum. “Go.” you muttered, gripping your side. “I-I can’t walk.” You knew the consequences of staying. You would burn to a crisp outside the ring, but you didn’t care. The suicide sounded better than the suffering you were currently going through. At this point, it felt like your broken rib was stabbing one of your lungs or something, which it probably was. Now that the adrenaline had just about worn off, all the pain was hitting you at once.

Revenant didn’t say anything for a few seconds, he just seemed to be thinking. But after a moment he leaned down towards you. You were confused until his arms gently wrapped around you, picking you up. You hissed in pain as your side bopped his chest, but otherwise his hold on you was semi-comfortable. He was practically cradling you, one hand holding your shoulder and balancing you, the other gripping your, well, butt. You felt your cheeks flush a little at this thought, but the pain washed over you, making your face pale again.

When he didn’t move, you looked up at him. He was staring at you, like he had been the night before, a mix of emotions filtering through his LEDs. As much as you would’ve loved this any other time, the pain was continuing to increase, and you broke eye contact as your side throbbed once more. Without a sound, Revenant began down the flight of stairs, careful not to let you move in case the pain would increase. Out the doors of the building he went, leaving the closing ring behind, leaving the massacre behind, leaving their soon-to-be worst rival behind, where she would sit dead until after the game.

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Despite the burden you had now become, Revenant had to completely control himself from acting out. He was so tempted to thrust his face into yours, to smell you, your contents, and to hear you. Just the sound of your heartbeat picking up from earlier gave him chills. And your ass, oh, how he wanted to squeeze it and make you react, just to get a noise from you. The way you had moaned earlier, he had replayed it over and over in his head. He wanted more of it. In fact, he wanted to hear all of it.

He could see it now, you underneath him, begging for mercy as he drove into you like a mad man deprived of sex. Oh, how he wanted to feel what it was like to be inside of you. Having your walls close around his length gave him sheer delight at the prospect. It was a goal, a want, a need. He wanted all of his senses filled only by you. Oh, how he craved you.

But he snapped out of his thoughts as you whimpered a little in his arms. He looked down to see you sleeping fervently, and it seemed as if you were in a nightmare, as you scowled and grabbed at his arm in your sleep. He nudged your head slightly with his, and if that had been the remedy to it all, you un-tensed and continued sleeping peacefully. How silly it was, the most deadliest and malicious Legend in the entire of the games carrying a vulnerable little sheep like you. He was the wolf, and instead of devouring you, he would claim you as his own.

No matter what, he would make you his.

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danddymaro · 1 year ago

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Admirer | Revenant x reader

This is based on this post I saw a long time ago about what rings the legends would gift their darling.

I can’t remember where I saw it and I'm upset because I want to share the inspooooo. All I remember seeing the ring and being like, yee.

cutesy drama

Also I'd love having Seer as a friend. He’s so pretty and artsy!

Word count: 2080

Admirer

The pad of your thumb lightly stroked the tip of your ring finger, all as your eyes looked down at the red gem that glowed so beautifully under the lighting it was graced with, it was mesmerizing.

You'd inspected it thoroughly, twirling the accessory left and right so many times in awe that you knew its every perfect angle, and not once did you think of just taking it off.

- No.

Since you put it on, it's been like a part of you, something dear, and it was something your friend took notice of.

" A rather interesting piece," Seer said with a halfhearted smile as his right hand's palm was presented to you as a motion to encourage you to present your accessorized one.

With a little bemused shake of your head, you placed your hand over his where he graciously took hold of it, capturing your digits between the pads of his long fingers and pressing thumb.

"How lovely, " he mused while eyeing the gem that sat beneath your knuckle, his gaze lasting for a few seconds before slowly traveling up your arm.

Soon after, the mystical blues were trained on your face and the rather flustered expression you wore and tried to mask.

It's like you held in a secret, one you wanted to tell, yet held back from, and it had him softly chuckling, finding it endearing.

For him, it was hard not to smile.

"It's special to you," he then said knowingly as his hold on you loosened, your hand slipping from his lax grasp before it lazily fell to your side.

"Yeah," you admitted with a bashful smile, trying to not to grin any harder.

Someone liked you, really liked you based on how lovely the ring was.

You couldn't imagine it was thoughtlessly bought, because you could only figure that it was specially made for you and no one else in mind as its wearer.

You adored its peculiar craft, the little skulls that sat on either side of the heart-shaped ruby something you appreciated just as much as the elegant black spins that adorned the band and were accented by little diamonds.

So many little gems were fit into a single piece and you had trouble believing it was anything cheap.

'These are real,' you admired, your eyes sparkling.

'And it's all so beautiful,' you added. You had such an attachment to eve, even whilst being someone who ever went out of your way to own such expensive jewelry.

You tried to think of who it could be, who your admirer could be.

Who knew you that well?

- enough to know that, that wonderful splash of red on your finger was to your taste far more than any other gemstone.

'I love it,' you thought as that vibrant red had you thinking of a certain someone.

Your expression notably softens, and your ever-so-observant friend is quick to make a remark,

"You have someone in mind," he notes, but you just laughed it off, trying hard not to put your hopes up, or entertain the thought any further.

"Of course not," you chuckled, waving Seer off.

"But..." you then breathed, "it's the oddest thing," you start while looking down at your gift.

"I came back to my room and just found it there on my nightstand," you revealed.

"-There was this flower there too, "You added as you finally broke your concentration on the beautiful details to look at your friend.

"It was just as red as the stone, " you add with a small smile.

"And whoever had put it there had left all of the thorns in tact, " you told Seer while shaking your head, your voice full of wonder.

"What kind of strange person does that?" you said with a huff before you looked up at the ceiling, a musing hum escaping you soon after.

"-someone who knows you like them that way," he interjects, remembering how much you toyed around with the sharp edges, delicately petting them every so often with a charming affection.

As convenient as they were , you detested dethroned flowers.

At his words your hands are flying to your face, covering up your entire expression of giddiness that simply came to life at that moment, becoming uncontainable.

"I know!" you practically squeal.

You feel so alive, so full of something you can't quite place, but know is making you feel an excitement you'd never felt nor expressed before.

"I have got to be crazy, right?" you then say as you look back to Obi and wildly grin,

"Because I wasn't even angry someone had been in my room," you reveal.

Logically, you should have been, but that hadn't been the case,

" No, the first thing I thought was; wow, I should really plant this," you chuckled.

"- keep it alive for as long as I can; one day grow an entire bush out of that single stem.

And the ring?" you proceed to ask.

"I admired it for so long! heck, I looked at it under every lighting I could and couldn't help but fawn over how beautiful the damn thing is," you say with awe.

"it just made me think of Rev-" immediately your mouth shut, and you looked at your friend with wide eyes as a hand found its way over your mouth.

You'd babbled so much that you'd said too much, and while you seemed horrified, he laughed at your reaction, the warming voice seasoned with mirth,

"I see..." he says, and it's not much he voices, but it has you flustered.

The way his eyes squint together makes him look kittenish, awfully playful as his lips curve into a little smile too.

"No need to feel shy," he enthuses. " I already had a growing suspicion," he says as he holds a fisted hand up to his mouth to hide the way his soft smile morphs into a wild grin.

"Don't start," you plead, because he's poked at the idea before.

However, you'd always had a quickness to deny it, and a slight offhandedness that sometimes convinced him you were telling the truth.

-but this time you'd slipped up, and you'd showed your truth with what you didn't finish saying.

"No need to be embarrassed," he tells you again, though it doesn't stop him from looking entertained.

"But there is a need to feel stupid," you tell him with a soft, blue sigh, and he raises a brow, confused.

"-Of?" he asks.

"You know..." you start, your eyes sheepishly rolling.

'He has the nerve to ask,' you think tiredly.

"He's...well," you find it hard to say as you lightly scratch your cheek," I don't know if he's capable of feeling that way, you know?" you ask, not waiting for an answer back before you continue to talk.

"I know he feels things... but does that mean he can also feel love?" you voice.

"Normally, I've got two feet on the ground, but then with this situation... " you say with briefly shut eyes, "This whole time, he's the only person I could think of," you acknowledge, admitting that there's no one else you'd want more.

- Maybe that’s what it was. That you yearned it to be him, you convinced yourself that no one else could be your admirer.

"He's the one I could only hope it's from," you then confess, and he nods as he listens along.

" Obi, I'm crazy for falling in love with a literal murder machine," you exclaim, your worried expression tilted more toward distress as he looks at you with genuine surprise at your sudden outburst.

"I feel like my heart goes crazy when he's around, like it's trying to jump out to him," you say while your right hand repeatedly pats your chest where the little traitor of a muscle rests.

It’s not like you planned to fall in love. You didn’t choose to, one day you realized it happened.

Against all logic, it swayed to the direction of the simulacrum.

"It's trying to reach him...

- Towards someone that could quite literally tear it out of my chest, “ you joke.

“ Do you know how crazy that is?" you ask him, not noticing how his eyes slowly skim past you to look over your shoulder.

Briefly, the mystical blue orbs hold an even brighter glow before they calm, his expression melting,

"Really?" he asks, and you just let out a tired breath.

You begin to pace left and right, only looking at the ground as your thumb's nail is repeatedly chewed without any real tear, the anxious action mindlessly carried out.

"He's so awful! He's such a jerk...a complete asshole," you then say with a touch of edge, and you faintly register a stifled chuckle coming from your friend.

"But he makes me laugh...and all of his bitterness just makes his sweet moments more special," you immediately add, your voice softening towards the end as you think about how those little instances feel so precious.

"He makes me feel special.... He feels special...unique."

The moment of tenderness ends as you then hug yourself, your head furiously shaking, and it's easy to see you're fighting a battle with yourself. The internal battle your heart and mind continue with is perfectly acted out.

You seem uncertain of anything at first.

Though, suddenly that list of reasons why you shouldn't feel the way you do towards Revenant begins to be outweighed by the reasons why the first shouldn't matter.

" He weighs like a ton! " you complain, thinking about how he's impossible to move, literally.

You think of how much he's teased you with that sole advantage. He’d childishly pressed you against the wall to steal the items you’ve had your eye on before.

" but when I think about having him crawl all over me...when I remember how strong he is..." you say as you bite your lip with a little hum.

Your face steams.

Slowly your eyes drift towards a wide-eyed seer who looks just slightly taken back " you know... remember that dream I told you about?" you then huff out.

"It was him, it was with him, and it's been killing me that I haven't told anyone!" you spill, choosing to fiddle with the ring, twisting it as you tell him.

no one else knew about the infatuation that you're slowly realizing isn't just an

' infatuation.'

Not even the word desire could define it.

"Oh..." you then sound, so much emotion in a single breath as you suddenly deflate,

"-I think I'm in love with him," It's like the realization actually dawns upon you.

You don't just find him pretty, beautiful would be the word, if not mesmerizing.

you're not content with his presence, and happy wouldn't even do justice to what it is you feel.

'Is there a word for happier than happy?' you mused.

Elated falls short, and as you continue to think about it you hide your face in your hands, and the lack of comment that leaves your friend has you suspicious.

After all, he’s always quick to say something.

"You're not going to say anything?" you ask, peeking over at him. "I just realized I'm in love with Revenant and you have nothing to say?" you question him, and he suddenly bursts into a fit of laughter.

"It's the third time you've said it," he tells you, amused that you'd let such a thing slip the first time without even realizing it.

And moreover, that you've said so right before the object of your affection.

Perhaps it was a bit cruel, but you hadn't given him a moment to warn you. He’d made an attempt to by lifting up a hand to stop you from rambling, but in your speech, you hadn’t even noticed.

How was he supposed to know you were going to suddenly lay your heart out?

He feels just a sense of satisfaction realizing how Revenant is frozen in place and utterly silenced.

He’d snuck up on you, initially pressing a finger before his lips to warn seer not to interfere because he wanted to get a quick giggle out of taunting you.

And when you finally turned stiffly towards him with horrified realization, there was a lack of amusement.

“Ah...I think you two have plenty to talk about,” Obi then interjected as he kindly patted you on the back and slipped away, wishing you luck.

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xumuchluv · 3 months ago

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amethystreaperwrites · 5 months ago

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Fandoms I write for:

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Link to what I write/not write:

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jochimochi · 7 months ago

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RAGHH!!! DUDES, I FEEL LIKE I HAVE A WRITING BLOCKAGE!!!

I want to write so, so, so, so bad! Like, I have smth in the works but everything I seem to type out appears like a jumble mess-

I SWEAR I'M GOOD AT WRITING I SWEARRRR

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caifee · 11 months ago

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CUDDLING HC WITH BLOODHOUNG ?????

aahhh GIMMIE MORE FLUFF PLZ I LOVE IT

Cuddling w/ Bloodhound

GN!Reader | SFW

Houndy would definitely be all for cuddle time, especially after a game.

Just getting to relax with you calms their nerves and stress by a lot.

Their top love language is 100% quality time or gift giving, so cuddling would be a huge thing for Bloodhound.

Houndy would treasure those moments more than you'd understand.

Their also very clingy, very touchy.

Their favorite cuddle position would be the two of you facing each other, just enjoying each other's precense, the smallest touches here and there maybe to move a strand of hair out of your face or theirs.

They'd do this, especially after a hunt. It's like a reward to them.

Bloodhound would also love to just have you in their embrace, this position especially while going to sleep.

It makes them feel more safe and relaxed, as they fear you leaving, so it brings them comfort to constantly be holding you, knowing you won't be going anywhere.

If you do wake up before Houndy, either wake them up or wait, you'd absolutely terrify them if they woke up to you gone, especially after a nightmare.

There would be some kisses here and there as well, specifically forehead kisses. Those are Houndys' favorite, their soft and sweet.

You'd know if they were having a nightmare as well, Bloodhound would have a very tight hold on you whilst cuddling, most likely waking you up in the process.

They'd definitely feel bad too, not wanting their fears to get in the way of you two.

Cuddles overall would be a very emotional connection between you two.

#apex legends bloodhound #apex legends headcanons #apex legends #apex #bloodhound imagines #bloodhound headcanons #bloodhound #bloodhound fluff

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spencerzakwrites · 8 months ago

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re-introduction :)

hello! im spencer or tanner, i go by he/him or he/they

im a gay, asexual trans male (minor btw!)

i write for overwatch and the quarry :3

i will write-

fluff

angst

x reader

masc/fem/gen reader

sibling reader

i wont write-

smut

homophobia

r@pe

n3cophillia

anything like that

masterlist(s) below!-

MASTERLIST

#spencerzakwrites #angst #fluff #male reader #female reader #gn reader #apex legends #overwatch #overwatch 2

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uncanned-brainworms · 10 months ago

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Chapter 7 of [DOUBLE TROUBLE] is up! I dont know if I would trust Octane with cooking---

#ao3 fanfic #reader insert #apex legends #apex octane #ao3 #fanfiction #slow burn #domestic fluff

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revenant-dumpster-fire · 2 years ago

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Faulty Sparkle (Revenant x Reader)

Theme: Season 9 of the Apex Games are imminent as the autumn comes to a close, and the events of the past couple months only begin to find any closure.

Warnings: Pain, bodily trauma, medical trauma, PTSD, bipolar disorder, mania, depression, anxiety disorder, lewd.

Reader's Notes: I think I got my mojo back a bit. I think for a while there I forgot to write what makes sense to me and was too concerned with writing well.

Writing Notes: "Get laid, get paid, Gatorade." -Valkyrie, probably. (Also congratulations to me on learning how to spell "valkyrie".)

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"Just A Volunteer" (Book 1) | "The Lost Files" (Book 1.5) | "Of Feathers And Venom" (Book 2)

You moan as you lift your hand to rub your eyes. You wake up in your bed, alone. The light coming through the window is strong and blinding you before you even sit up to face it. You must have slept in until almost noon after falling asleep in the taxi. You don't remember getting out or coming up to the apartment, let alone getting into bed.

You hear the suspicious sound of... scissors cutting paper? It's coming from the little seating area near the foot of your bed. You want to sit up to look, but your stomach hurts from where that strange simulacrum bumped into you yesterday at the coffee shop. It's not a sharp pain; just a very blunt, mild soreness. It's enough pain to be a reminder of him, but not enough to cause alarm. At least you got free apple cider out of it.

You hear a faint mewing coming from the same direction as the sounds of the scissor blades. It must be Royce.

"Shush, you infernal marshmallow!" You hear Revenant chide in hushed tones. "If you keep smacking at the scissors I will trim your fur to look like a fancy poodle. Then no one will take you seriously ever again. You'll be the joke of all your peers." The mews continue. "Dammit, you sad excuse for a cloud! You're just like her—throwing yourself into danger and making a fuss the whole damn time."

You huff out a laugh, alerting him to your consciousness.

"Oh, and speak of the devil." He bemoans openly. "How was your eighteen-hour-long reprieve? You want to nap some more, or are you finally finished?" He sounds very exasperated.

You sit up, the light from the window blinding you as you face him. For a moment, he's just a silhouette against the brightness, but as your eyes adjust you make out his features. He's sitting on the small loveseat, cutting up what appears to be a newspaper with a pair of scissors. There's a couple of snipped out articles sitting on the table already, and even more scraps littered across the rug on the floor. Royce is sitting on the lower half of the newspaper in his lap, pawing wildly at his palms, unable to reach the scissors. Revenant takes a moment to move Royce away with his spare hand, but she quickly bounds back into his lap to demand attention. He cuts a few more snippets out, moves Royce just for her to return, he sighs in exhaustion, and he returns to cutting. This cycle repeats three times before you decide to give input.

"What are you—?"

"No." He cuts you off, turning to face you. Royce stops playing for a moment, apparently a little scared by his tone. She jumps up, latching onto his headscarf, burying herself inside to hide. "Now that you've calmed down a bit... You owe me an apology."

You freeze, your gut hurting even worse now from the dread. Before you have time to recover and speak, he continues.

"I do so much for you. I give you everything I possibly can. I save you from certain death, even if that bit was selfish of me. I put up with your little girlfriend and try to help her out. I am actively trying to avenge what happened to you. I provide water, whatever food you want, and a luxurious shelter. I literally got you a MRVN slave to take care of anything you don't want to do! I surround you with puppies and this—" He pulls Royce out of his scarf, holding her ragdolling and purring form up, presenting her for you to see, "—this defective thing! But you still do the one thing I asked you not to do! You leave! You put yourself in danger. You put everything I've done for you at risk by simply putting yourself out there for the wolves to devour. You don't even warn me! You sneak out, you don't let me know where you are. You have no idea what could have happened to you, and I need you to stop." He tucks Royce back in his scarf. She's purring so loudly. She really loves Rev. "So what am I doing wrong, little raven? Why are you acting like I've trapped you in a cage and all you want to do is fly away? Or am I right, and I've done nothing wrong, and you're just your own brand of selfish?"

You can't respond. You are scared to move. He's not gesturing aggressively, but he is clearly infuriated with you. You carefully scoot backwards, away from the foot of the bed and towards the headboard. He watches you without losing focus for a mere moment. Once you back yourself into a wall, you nab some pillows and begin to cover yourself.

"I'm sorry..." your voice quivers before you shove your face into a pillow, preventing him from seeing your tearful and mortified expression. You hear him sigh loudly and exaggeratedly.

"Ugh, the point isn't to make you cry, little skinsuit. You're supposed to apologize and explain what's going on in that skull of yours so I can make it right." You hear him bemoan aloud. You hear him shuffle a bit, but he suddenly stops making any sounds.

You shove your face deeper into the pillow, trying not to anticipate what he might say next.

"You're not making any sense... I give you so many things... What's missing? Why won't you stay here—stay safe?" He actually sounds a little desperate. You grab a second pillow behind you and toss it in his general direction. You hear him shuffle to react, giving you time to come up for air and get out your answer before burying your face again.

"Affection!" Your face makes a pomf sound as it slams back into the pillow. You only managed to catch a glimpse of his surprised stature catching the pillow as it flew a few feet to the side of him. He didn't make eye contact with you, otherwise you might have burst into tears under his gaze. Even if he doesn't intend to seem harsh, there's always an unsettling edge to him that can set your emotions over the edge.

"Does providing for you not count as affection?" You hear him ask poignantly. He pauses for a few moments, but you don't remove your face from the cotton pillowcase. It smells like fresh feathers and the natural scent of your hair, but the heat of your face and the labor required to breathe makes the experience a little bit suffocating. "We keep talking about this, but I feel like we never get anywhere. I can't just stay here all the time. I need to work on finding out who tried to take you. I need to do my job and take contracts. Soon, I'll be back in the Games on top of it all again. Surely you understand that. I can't imagine—"

"Stop talking over there and come hug me!" You emerge to yell at him in a desperate burst. You bury yourself again, waiting to hear if he'll be mad at you.

You hear him sigh before he shuffles audibly in your direction. You feel his weight create slopes in the mattress near you as he crawls over to you. Your spine tingles with excitement as you anticipate him, but you don't wait. The moment he's in range, you toss the pillow aside and go to slam your torso into him. Instead of the graceful embrace you expected to pull off, your head makes a loud, reverberating thunk against his chassis' chest as you hit him way harder than you expected. He quickly shuffles into a seated position before forcibly grabbing and cradling your head. You know that's going to hurt in a few moments, and you know with a sound that loud it's going to hurt badly.

"What the hell…?! Skinsuit, are you okay?" He's pulled you into his frame again as he crosses his legs around you. You're trying to hold your arms around his waist to give him the hug you intended, but the pain is rapidly gathering up in your forehead where you crashed into his metal body. He's cradling and brushing his fingers against your scalp, but it can't spare you now. You want to grab your head, but you struggle to move your arms. "Did you actually just give yourself a concussion trying to hug me?" He makes a vocalization that sounds like a small mechanical whine in his throat.

You slump into him and forget what you were upset about mere moments ago.

• • • •

You come to loosely tucked under the covers in bed and lying on your side, Royce curled up behind your neck and purring softly. Revenant is lying next to you, his mask pressed into your face gently. His arms are cradling your neck and head, which still feels a bit sore as it pounds at the sudden wave of consciousness. You can feel the motion of a few fingers near your neck stroking Royce and keeping her purring happily. One of his legs is wrapped around yours, pinning you down on your side. You feel the weight of Six at the foot of the bed, although he's perfectly still for the time being. You moan a little from the dull, pounding pain and a few tears escape your closed eyes as you struggle not to cry, even though you don't feel emotional or in any sharp, overwhelming type of pain.

"Fragile little thing, just stay there. Listen to the purring. Relax." His voice is low, smoother, and calmer than normal. You feel like you're underwater and can't reach him, but you lift your arms up and meet his cold chest anyway. You loosely grab at the straps holding his headscarf to his chassis; your eyelids too heavy to open as you weakly tangle your fingers around them.

"Your little birdcage is too boring, isn't it? You just need a reason to stay, and I haven't given you one. The one thing you want is me, but I need to leave to hunt those who might hunt you, so you fly away when I leave the door open. I see the issue." He hums rhythmically, almost melodically, ensuring his voice is soft enough to not upset your head. One of his hands pulls away from behind you, suddenly reappearing in your blind perception when it gingerly and softly pulls your closest hand away from his straps to intertwine with it. His cool, metal fingers slip between yours, allowing his leather-clad palm to press into your fleshy, warm, soft one. His fingers anchor themselves to you as they curl around and press into the back of your hand. His claws frame your knuckles, intentionally squeezing your whole hand with a vibrant and dominant affection. You instinctively squeal a little, letting it barely erupt past your throat.

"You miss me. You want me. I am your ultimate prize, aren't I? You worship me. You crave my attention. You're helpless without me." He whispers with a concerning voraciousness. "What a responsibility that is, to care and protect such a needy little thing as you, but in truth..." His mask lifts away from your face to land right against your ear, letting his breath leave your nerves alight. "...I love how much you need me."

You feel the blood rush to your face rapidly. Your head pounds with the newfound pressure, giving you a fierce enough headache to make you moan in agony. His mask presses back into yours as you wince from the pain in your forehead, but he presses in deeper.

"Oh, dear, calm down, little raven. Did I say something to rile you?" His voice is laced with a cruel delight. He knows what he said.

You know he loves to tease you. His body is tensed up and primed to strike and pin you down. You know for a fact that he enjoys the dynamic of being overwhelmingly stronger and scarier than you, and he can barely help becoming that predator in your presence. You also instinctively want to buckle under the weight of his aura or flee from his attention, both of which only fuels him more. You're locked up under him as you feel your heart rate spike with concerned anticipation, but it causes his stature to loosen rather than tense further as he realizes that he needs to be softer in this moment.

"But truly, calm down. Listen to Royce's purrs. Feel my hand. Know you're safe. Just be quelled. Sleep." His voice is soft and smooth again, almost quiet enough to fool you into thinking it was someone entirely antithetical to the normally cold, cruel simulacrum he shows most others.

You tug on the one strap you still have a grip on and squeeze his hand. You don't want to do what he asks and rest. You missed this so much, all it took was injuring yourself on him and his façade of uncaring aloofness gives way to a possessive doting. You don't care about the headache or the pounding veins, you just want to enjoy the moment. Maybe he finally gets what you want from him and it's safe to pass out, but what if it isn't? What if he goes back to being distant? You aren't able to pull him any closer, so you muster up the strength and mental fortitude to pull yourself into him. It's more of a writhing motion than a graceful one, but you get your body pressed up against his as you push his face backwards enough to straighten out his spinal plates. You slink out of his hand's grasp to get an anchor back and around his leathery neck, feeling the muscle-like tubes, hydraulics, and robotics underneath. You let your naturally smaller frame shrink into him as your forehead naturally lines up and presses against his chin. He spares a few moments before his metal arms wrap around you and squeeze you in place. He could crush you if he had the inkling to do so, but he eases off as soon as your spine starts to bend into his hug.

"Sleep." Another order. Despite your headache, you insist on defying him, huffing under your breath in response. He scoffs at you, letting his breath drench the surface of your face in warmth.

"I said sleep, and you will do as I ask. Don't pretend like you don't want to. You hit your head hard. I'll be here when you wake up."

You hold your breath for a few moments, deciding if you'll give a slow exhale of surrender or a labored hiss of defiance. Despite your genuine desire to be as insubordinate as possible, you slowly release your breath with a long, wistful sigh of defeat. You make a small inhale, just enough to get out a final request before you let yourself go adrift.

"Don't move," is your last utterance before your jostled nervous system pulls you away from reality once again.

• • • •

You wake up again, but now it's late in the afternoon. Your head still hurts a bit, but it's significantly less disturbing than the metal machination tangled and grappled around your frame. He is strangely silent.

You cock your head back a bit to meet his eyes, only to be met with void, lifeless pits. He's in reboot? You take a moment and remain still, but he doesn't stir. You gently jostle a bit in his arms, making a small electrical buzz begin somewhere deep in his chest. It holds for a moment before you can begin to hear the familiar whirring of cooling fans begin again. His vocalizer begins to hum a little calibration tone at a low volume. Limbs twitch a little as each tests its own movement in a recursive manner, starting near his midline and working its way down his limbs and to each of his digits. His emotional state should be back any moment now. His jerky movements slow down and cease after a few more seconds, then you feel his entire body lurch into yours, grasping you with all the fierceness and strength of an apex predator. You're far too sluggish to react in time, not that you had any hope of escaping him like this anyway.

You squirm a little in apprehensive discomfort under his oppressive grapple, remembering the wounds he's accidentally inflicted on you before while in reboot. You try to pull away, but he's quick and firm to press you back into him, one arm wrapped around your back and cradling the back of your head while the other keeps his open palm anchoring your lower spine and teasing your tailbone. He vomits a static cacophony from his jaw that slowly clarifies into legible words.

"—dare you to try! You can't have what's mine!" He shouts over you in a tone laced with wrath towards an unknown entity. He seems to be hallucinating something upsetting to him. As you realize this, your desire to help him back to reality snaps into action.

You slink your arms out from being pinned at your sides—thankfully without his notice—and lift your hands carefully to caress his mask gently and softly. As soon as your touch is registered, he leans into your hands and nuzzles into them, allowing you to gently run your fingers down and around every ridge, divot, and plane of his mask. Your affection seems to warp his hallucination from a stressful and loud defensiveness to a quiet and quelled relaxation. All that is audible is your own heartbeat and breathing, the sounds of your fingers sliding across the smooth texture of his face, the minor whirrs and negligible clicks of his body adjusting and moving, and a low rumble of a purr emitting somewhere from deep in his chest. His eyes are still empty, but you brace yourself and try to coax him back.

"H-Hey big guy, are you okay?" You airily whimper at him, hoping he will wake up a little more to your voice. Unfortunately, he still remains somewhere between unconscious and sentient. His movement ceases for a moment as he processes your words.

"I love you." He mumbles in a low tone.

Oh.

You knew this, didn't you? Then why does it feel so shocking and reassuring to hear him say out loud? Sure, you said it to him first in a moment of excitement, but for some reason you never expected to hear him ever say it back to you, with or without his full awareness. Your face burns a little as your face flushes, and you feel a strong need to squirm into his frame excitedly. You feel your heart speed up and your body warm up. You emit a high pitched whine from holding back the natural need to express your elation. It was only three words, and it isn't even news to you, yet you can't stop lingering on it. You bury your face into his headscarf to hide from his empty stare out of some combination of mutual affection and the pure embarrassment of being felled by a mere statement.

You feel his hug tighten around you into a threateningly powerful squeeze. A few of your joints make cracking sounds as they give way to his demands, but he stops short of causing you pain. All you get is the concerning anticipation of that pain, but thankfully none of the payoff. He emits a stronger, deeper purring sound out of his chest and into your hidden visage, dampened only by the cloth of his scarf. His hands slip under your shirt slowly and carefully, finally making contact with your bare skin. You twitch away from the cold touch, but it quickly warms to match your body heat. He pushes into the revealed crevasses of your spine, gently guiding you to relax your frame.

Suddenly and unexpectedly, his grip on you loosens and his limbs ragdoll for a mere moment as he takes account of the past few minutes.

"Ah, the little raven couldn't resist using me as a nest to roost in, huh?" He is now fully aware and teasingly condescending. "I didn't move, just like you asked." He's fishing for praise already.

You unbury yourself from his scarf to glance up at him. Indeed, his eyes are glowing a bright and aware golden yellow with their piercing, tightened, analog pupils drilling into your soul. You're still terrified of being caught in his gaze even if you know you have nothing to fear. It's as if his entire body was built for inciting terror and reducing the human form to be nothing but brittle and weak vermin. It's scary, but you've become a connoisseur for his monstrous aura.

"Yeah, you didn't." You respond coyly as your nose scrunches up for the quip: "I guess I've tamed the mean old simulacrum, eh?"

He immediately emits a snorting sound as if to choke back a laugh, scoffing openly and cocking one eyelid shut to accentuate his disbelief.

"Very bold words coming from a tiny skinsuit with a swollen nose, a black eye, and a concussion." He states as dryly as his vocalizations allow him to.

"Wait, what?!" You immediately try to see your reflection in his metal chest, but alas, it's too matte to reflect properly. Your whole head is sore but you had no idea you tanked a black eye in the process. "You're joking, right?!" You look back up at him desperate for some reassurance. He looks back at you with an awkward shrug and another snicker, clearly humored by your sudden realization that you did—in fact—hurt yourself just trying to hug him.

You push out of his embrace and nearly leap out of the bed, intending to head to the bathroom to see for yourself. As soon as you're on your feet, the dizziness hits you almost as quickly as the floor does.

"Skinsuit!" He's fast, but he wasn't fast enough to catch you this time. Your face is planted into the ground, your head hurts, you can't remember how to coordinate your limbs to get up, and now having a busted up face is the least of your problems. "Why did you do that?! Are you stu—" He catches himself by slurring his insult into a frustrated growl. You can hear his palm slap into his mask before he collects himself and begins to lift you off the floor by your shoulders.

There's blood on the floor beneath where your face landed, a couple fresh droplets making their way off your face and into the forming puddle below.

Soon, you're staring at the ceiling from the bed, looking up to meet Revenant's bothered but concerned gaze down at you.

"Your nose is bleeding and possibly broken, and now you have two black eyes." He states without any infections before sighing and turning away to continue. "You need to stop. You are the most fragile, aloof, and shortsighted skinbag I have ever met, and I need you to stop throwing yourself into danger and hurting yourself." He is speaking so plainly that the frustration comes across even stronger than it would if he tried to express it. "It's funny, but only to a point. It's funny when it's a mistake and a negligible enough injury, but sometimes you really just don't think, do you?" He sighs and turns back to you, holding out his spindly, clawed hand above your chest as if expecting something. "I'll give you more attention if you'll just listen to me and try to stay safe. Deal?" It's a handshake he's offering.

You struggle but manage to raise your hand and grasp his awkwardly, but you don't shake. You're actually not sure how when your hands are perpendicular and not parallelly joined. He shakes it for you.

"Deal. I expect you're good on your word, right? A fan of the Hunter would never be so dishonorable, would they?" He coos a little sarcastically.

"Ha, my first favorite. You figured it out." You weakly whisper aloud.

"Oh please, it was super obvious since that bird seems to like you so much. Plus it seems like most of my fans originally were Bloodhound's. 'Hunter to prey pipeline', or something like that. I've seen a few fans say that online." He praises his fan poaching openly as he sits next to your splayed out body on the bed.

"Oh... so you do consider yourself prey for them?" Your voice sounds weak even to you, so you're a little worried if he can hear you prod at him.

"If a manufactured killer that can skewer someone with a single claw is the definition of 'prey' to them, then who am I to argue?" He stretches out his hand and sharpens the tips, making them look as feral as possible. "They can come at me any day if they think these are the hands of mere..." He thinks for a moment "...bráð... I think that's what they called me."

You light up as he says a word you do not recognize. It sounds like Bloodhound's native tongue to you, although you aren't sure what it means, context clues are good enough to give you the gist.

"So you do like Bloodhound?" You're smiling a little. He grimaces and winces at the word 'like', possibly not remembering that he uttered the word 'love' during reboot a short while ago. He makes a sound similar to clearing one's throat, not that he necessarily has anything akin to that type of hardware.

"We have a mutual respect for one another's capabilities as hunters and killers." He clarifies, letting the silence settle for a moment.

The silence speaks volumes.

"Deceit is a learned skill, don't worry, you'll get there eventually." You finally utter.

He whips around to give you the dirtiest glare his static visage can offer.

"You're not allowed near Sherry anymore. She's clearly a horrible influence." He growls.

"You seem to have taken a liking to her though." You hum, averting your eyes to the pure white ceiling, focusing on the small imperfections where the joists have minimally sagged under the weight of the building above.

He growls again, refusing to acknowledge such a possibility. He peers over you again, locked onto your eyes, which meet his gaze when prompted.

"You nearly look like a corpse." He pauses. "I don't like it."

"Thanks." You respond with a weak thumbs up to signal how utterly reassuring such a compliment is. Your sarcasm isn't lost on him, but he ignores it.

"I'm going to get you a washcloth to wipe your face up with. Your nose is going to bleed for a bit, but if it doesn't slow down, I'm going to have to use styptic powder again." You wish you could see what he's talking about, but you can still feel the blood droplets making their way down your nose and cheeks. Maybe it's best you can't see. "I'll fix your nose up and splint it with a bandage in a few moments. It's probably not as bad as it looks currently, but you need to not move since you're also still recovering from a minor concussion." He trails off his voice a bit. "Ice packs, rest, and not planting your face into the floor for a couple weeks should do the trick." He mumbles the last bit, but you still heard it.

He gets up off the bed and begins to walk over to the closed door. The sound of Six's excited claws scratching the door becomes audible as he excitedly hopes to be let in. You also hear mews laced with wrath at being kicked out of the room, but they're mostly drowned out by the scratching sound. Apparently Revenant must have moved once while you were passed out to lock them out of the room. You feel a minor pang of hurt from such a realization, but your logical side recognizes that he has a point. Sometimes he really does need to leave. Sometimes it's good for him to take care of things. What matters is he was there when you woke up, right? He was, which is what you really wanted in the end anyway.

You hear his metal digits clink against the door handle as he goes to turn it.

"Hey, Rev..." He stops cold. The room is silent for a moment. "Everything is gonna be okay, right?"

The world is silent for a long couple of moments. He is obviously reading deeply into the question as he formulates an answer.

"Yeah, as long as you trust me. I've been through this before. I'm experienced, for better or for worse. Just don't panic and become the one maverick in the equation that I can't anticipate."

He doesn't pause for additional input or questions. The door opens, two very needy animals bound into the room, and he walks out, Royce angrily mewing after him. Six leaps into bed with you and begins gently licking your face clean, whimpering in minor concern.

Normally you might resist being coated in prowler saliva, but your head is spinning a little and it's not worth the squirming.

• • • •

"I can't believe how much I have to babysit you." Revenant huffs as he uses a warm, wet washcloth to wipe some remaining stray blood off your cheek. He's used some medical tape and popsicle sticks the MRVN brought from the store to splint and bandage up your nose. The adhesive on the paper tape feels uncomfortable and makes your facial muscles twitch a little in protest, allowing the corners of the tape to turn up. Somehow that's more annoying than the adhesive itself.

"Stop that!" He uses his claws to gently press the tape back to your face, already annoyed at the MRVN looking over his shoulder at his workmanship.

"Sir, I think—"

"Nobody cares what you think!!" He throws his hands up trying to dismiss the MRVN, but he refuses to not watch.

"But... Mr. Cross, I have general practitioner physician software installed for this very thing, I could really help—"

"Fine!" He finally rips the MRVN by his arm to get in front of you. "Fix her, but I swear if you mess up again I will not hesitate to break you down into parts." He practically yells as he stands up from kneeling over you on the couch. The MRVN's emote looks stressed, but quickly changes to a sad face.

"I am sorry, you did put the dog in charge and he did say that she could leave..." He pleads, harkening back to how you managed to slip by him and escape yesterday.

"No, Six didn't say anything of that sort. Six can't talk. She lied to you. How are you this stupid?" Revenant is pacing back and forth between the massive window of a wall overlooking the city and the pillar with the fireplace and the television mounted over it.

The MRVN looks distressed at you as he realigns your nose splint and reapplies the medical tape.

"I am sorry, I wasn't equipped to handle lies! I've been issued a software update to account for skepticism, deceit, and sarcasm now, but—"

"Fine! I think you're a waste of metal and I would systematically deconstruct you if you had the pain receptors to suffer during every minute of it. How'd your lie detector do, hmm?!" Revenant throws a shrug up as he tilts his head in a sarcastic, wrath-filled gesture beckoning the MRVN.

The MRVN winces away a little, taking a moment to process.

"I didn't register any deceit in your statement." The MRVN almost whimpers as he wilts in front of you, still trying to dab up some blood off your face. Your nose still is steadily bleeding. "Ma'am, please sit still." He casually sticks a finger with an exposed node into each of your nostrils and you feel an electrical snap course through it for a moment. It stings and you naturally wince away from him as you grab at your splinted face. He pulls his fingers out and wipes them off for a moment. You feel a tear well up in your eyes from the stinging pain, wondering what just happened.

"What was that?!" You hear Revenant growl as the MRVN lifts off the ground from in front of you, hoisted up by an enraged simulacrum. The MRVN immediately begins to curl into a defensive stance as he desperately tries to explain himself.

"I cauterized her nosebleed! I'm sorry, it's standard first aid procedure!" Revenant drops him and he slams into the floor with a loud crash, making you jump and sink deeper into the couch away from them both, still covering your splinted nose. Revenant leans over you and lightly pulls your hands away from your nose, inspecting the work. His eyes dart in small jumps to each area of your face the MRVN touched. His LED irises slowly relax and widen as he wipes away a tear that escapes your eyes. He stands up and away from you to then hoist the MRVN back up to his knees.

"That hurt her. Do something about it." Revenant growls again before returning to pacing. The MRVN whimpers before getting to his feet to shuffle to a cabinet in the kitchen, explaining as he goes.

"Ibuprofen should help, but I'm also licensed to administer a little lidocaine." He hums with a tremolo, still a little fearful of Revenant's ire. "You won't be able to blow your nose for about a week, but you'll feel a lot better at the end of it."

You return your hands to your nose to cover it, still tearing up over the stinging sensation from the electrical cauterization. Revenant extends the trek of his pacing, now requiring him to step over and around a couple of prowlers curled up on the floor in clusters, keeping each other warm. He slowly decides to alter his pacing into an extended, winding figure eight, circling around the piles of his "puppies'' in an infinitely looping manner. It's funny to watch what would normally be an aggressive, threatening lurk around the room turn into a chaotic shuffle to avoid disturbing the creatures he's come to adore and deeply care for.

You hear Six's claws tap against the hardwood floor from behind you, confirmed by the meowing of Royce who sticks to Revenant and Six at almost all times. As Six comes into your view, you see Royce angrily mewing behind him and leaping into short sprints trying to keep up with the unfair stride advantage Six possesses. Six takes a moment to decide between going to your side or Revenant's as Royce makes a straight dash towards Revenant, immediately grabbing onto his leg wraps and trying to climb him with her tiny claws.

"Oh, for the love of—" Revenant winces in minor surprise at her, but quickly lifts his leg to pry her off. She cries insistently in protest until he tucks her into his headscarf, where she quiets down and begins purring loudly enough for you to hear. Six watches in some combination of concern and disapproval. To be fair, you've never seen Six spoil the two juvenile prowlers, who now lie in a pile with their mother in the corner. Six seems like a more stern parent than Revenant is, funnily enough. What's even more humorous is Six's palpable judgment of Revenant's constantly giving in to Royce's demands.

Realizing he can no longer easily pace around the room and brood, Revenant audibly makes a sighing noise and relaxes a bit, making his way to the couch. Six immediately cuts him off and leaps into the seat next to you instead, sniffing at your face for a moment before turning to growl at Revenant.

"It wasn't me this time!" He throws his hands out to his sides to accentuate his point. "She fell of her own accord."

Six growls a little more, refusing to give up the seat next to you, but instead nuzzling up into your lap and turning his growl into the most disconcertingly deep purr. Revenant's stature shrugs further as he takes the seat on the opposite side of Six, reaching into his headscarf to scratch Royce's cheeks.

The MRVN returns with a gelled up cotton swab, pushing it gently into your nose and numbing it almost instantly. He hands you a small shot glass of a measured out medicine, followed by some ice water. The medicine tastes like some combination of orange and alcohol that barely is palatable, but it washes down easily enough with the water. The MRVN seems cautiously happy that you accepted his help.

"Thank you." You say to him, mostly to give him audible approval and hopefully keep Revenant from dogging him further. You can hear Revenant sneer as he hisses a little under his breath, seemingly mad that he doesn't have an excuse to abuse the automa further. "I am sorry I snuck out yesterday and lied to you about having permission. I didn't think it would be that big of a deal." You hang your head a little, but a whirring chirp comes from the MRVN that reestablishes your attention on him.

"It is okay! It won't happen again, I am sure. Everyone makes mistakes." He seems happy enough as he stands upright from kneeling in front of you.

"Bring me my notes, rustbucket." Revenant demands quite hastily.

As the MRVN walks away, Revenant reaches forward to the coffee table and turns on the television, flipping through a few channels before finding the Apex Games' broadcasting network. A couple of news folks are sitting around a table all chatting about the upcoming announcement for the new celebrity contender, theorizing on who they may be.

One commentator is placing bets with the others that the new player will be a simulacrum. Another insists that it will be a pilot. Still another thinks that it may be another supermodel-type like Mirage or Loba, which makes you giggle a little inside knowing how awkward Mirage can sometimes be. A more cynical member from behind the camera can be heard saying it'll probably just be a new modded-up MRVN with a goofy name because "they're running out of attractive people with a high tolerance for pain." The eldest anchor who has been silent up to this point begins to chuckle a little jovially at that comment, finally retorting with a jab that eventually they're going to have to start letting prisoners of war fight in the games to really spice it up. The majority of the table cracks up at that one before they throw a poll up on the screen with all the proposed options, asking viewers to place their own bets for fun. The top voted option quickly becomes supermodel which is to be expected, but the joke entry of "prisoner of war" easily takes second place. The remaining votes are spread pretty evenly across the remaining options. Revenant audibly scoffs.

"Did they tell you who the new player is?" You ask with a slightly awkward twinge to your voice caused by your nose struggling to handle rapid airflow. You peer across Six to see if he reacts. He huffs again, apparently annoyed by the whole ordeal.

"No, I find out at the same time everyone else does. Heard some rumors though, not that I could care less. I've been too busy hunting down the scum of this city and leaving messages for whoever runs the criminal operations around here." Revenant averts his gaze despite your obvious lean to try to make eye contact. He may not like seeing your face bruised and your nose in a splint. You haven't dared look in a mirror yourself, so it could be understandable.

The MRVN returns with a stack of newspaper clippings, scizzors, a folder filled with papers, and a partially snipped up paper from today, handing them all to Revenant sequentially. The MRVN, now empty-handed, comes back to you and kneels down to your level to review your injuries. He carefully and gently pushes and pulls on your jaw to force your head to look any which way so he can get a better view.

"It should make a full recovery in a few weeks. Swelling will persist for a few days. I will check up on you regularly and administer painkillers as needed." The MRVN nods a little, eventually looking in Revenant's direction for approval. Revenant offers none except for the lack of disapproval. The MRVN seems a little lost by Revenant's refusal to acknowledge him, so you lightly reach out and hold his wrist to grab his attention again.

"Thank you, I appreciate your help." You say to him as he looks to you. His emote immediately brightens to a happy face at the feedback.

"I am glad to help! Would you like some dinner?" Geeze. You forgot what time it was. Now you look to Revenant instinctively for approval, already knowing you're going to be chided for wanting to say no.

"Make her soup," he demands, "if she isn't that hungry, at least soup is easy to consume."

You didn't want to eat, but he's not wrong about soup either. He hears you sigh a little.

"Listen, you're probably still suffering from a concussion, you've bled plenty today, and now your face needs to heal. I know you vastly prefer to starve yourself most of the time, but you need nutrition." He pauses for a moment, contemplating. He calls out to the MRVN who is now in the kitchen. "Actually, prepare a tonkotsu ramen for tomorrow. Make her eggs for tonight."

You cringe a little at that word: ramen. It's the cheapest noodle soup available at most stores, sold in individual little packages. You lived off of them for a long time while homeless. They were shelf stable, lightweight noodle bricks with powdered bullion, loosely wrapped in thin plastic packaging. You've eaten the noodles like crackers before, made the two-minute-long soup format, you tried using the noodles like bread for peanut butter sandwiches, and you even have made cheap macaroni and cheese with the noodles. Homeless shelters would have pallets of the stuff donated by well-meaning individuals, but it could never undo how utterly exhausting and tiring it is to taste the same noodle soup every day for years on end. You were grateful for the food, of course, but not ready to even try such a thing again. You don't feel right complaining now either; after all, you'd shudder to think how much money Revenant has dumped on you. You don't want to come off as ungrateful. You have no idea what word he put in front of "ramen" or why the MRVN would have to prep for a two-minute meal tomorrow, but your internals churn at the thought. Ramen isn't even that bad. You've just had enough to last the rest of your life, and you really don't want the uncomfortable "nostalgia" of your homeless life. You steel yourself for the moment. You can handle one more bowl of the stuff if it makes him happy.

"You look like you're going to throw up. Are you sick and tired of eggs or something?" Revenant has been staring at you this whole time, apparently. You quickly shake your head to dismiss his concerns before finding the energy to answer him more completely.

"I'm fine, just thinking back to..." You trail off. You're afraid you're going to sound ungrateful if you're honest, but you also don't want to be dishonest. You internally panic trying to figure out how to word this well. Six begins licking you, making your train of thought careen off the rails. You pull your face away but he pushes his snout beneath your chin to carefully lick the uninjured area of your face. Before you have time to collect yourself, you feel Revenant appear behind you and grab you under your arms, lifting you over the back of the couch and out of Six's reach. As you lift off from your comfy perch, you see Royce bounce into the warm cavity in the couch, leaping over Six's massive tail to do so. Six begins licking her instead as she swats at his hardened snout.

Revenant puts you on your feet before pulling a single arm around your back to brace you, leading you back into your bedroom and into the bathroom. He glances at the sink, toilet, shower, and massive bathtub before speaking up.

"Pick your poison." He offers, gesturing in the general direction of the many plumbing sources.

You lower yourself to the floor, actually feeling a bit dizzy from either the concussion or being lifted unexpectedly. You crawl over to the toilet, just in case Revenant is right. Thankfully the MRVN cleans the bathroom daily so the whole room is pristine, the white and black marble flooring with artful black bamboo mats being no exception. You peer in at the blue-tinted water. It has a floral scent from the bowl cleaner which settles your stomach more than you care to admit. You jump a little as Revenant's entire mass slams into the ground next to you, only cushioned by his meager loincloth and the bamboo mat. It's genuinely a miracle he didn't crack the marble. You whine a little in delayed protest.

"We can stay here until you're looking a little less pale." He shifts a little, possibly trying to find comfort on the cold floor. "If your nose starts to bleed again, I'll get the MRVN to cauterize it again." You wince a little at that idea.

You don't think you need to throw up. You just had a moment remembering what a block of dried noodles with sodium-laced powder tastes like, as well as remembering an era where sitting in a nice bathroom like this was a pipe dream. You feel the room seem to spin, not out of nausea but rather out of feeling like you do not belong in this space. Is this all too good for you? Maybe things would be better if you went back to living off of ramen and sleeping in a tiny bunk in the Apex Games facility.

You jolt back to reality as a cold set of claws gently lands on your shoulder.

"Flighty raven, what's wrong?" You hear him say, but you struggle to see him through the visual snow even as it fades. He called you 'raven' again. It's been an unexpected shift from his original nickname for you, but you appreciate how much more it sounds like a name than an insult.

He sounded so much more concerned than you thought he would be. You rub your eyes gently hoping the visual snow will fade faster, but unfortunately it seems as if it will recede at its own pace regardless of what you do. You have to try to answer him.

"Sorry, I just was reminded of back when I was..." You trail off before realigning yourself to speak again. "Sorry, sorry. I was just thinking back before I was a volunteer and—"

"You don't need to say anything more." He pushes his metal thumb against your closed lips as his other fingers curl up underneath your chin. You are whipped back to the present moment in an instant, absolutely enamored by that simple touch. The visual blur and pixelated coloration fades almost instantly. Gravity feels as if it barely is gripping you anymore and your internals almost feel tickled, sparing the new synthetic ones. Suddenly, the lack of feeling in the synthetic organs is jarring. Acid burns your throat and you keel over, unable to vomit but also in an otherworldly pain brought on entirely by the psychological whiplash.

Revenant is fast to his feet, especially considering how quiet he is when he moves from a sitting position on the floor to a full tilt sprint. If you hadn't just seen it, you would have thought the noise was only him shifting his weight a little. Before you know it, the MRVN is practically falling over as he is dragged backwards into your presence.

"Fix this." Revenant hoists the MRVN to tower over your curled up form on the floor. Despite the inevitably disconcerting experience of being dragged around by a frustrated simulacrum, the MRVN is quick to adapt, kneeling over you and helping you back into a seated position.

"What hurts?" The MRVN asks with fairly little emotion.

You want to answer but you can't for some reason. The MRVN takes your arm, feeling your pulse in your wrist, touching your forehead, and pressing his hand gently into a few places on your torso where the healed surgical scars are.

The MRVN goes still for a moment before standing up and beginning to leave, much to Revenant's displeasure.

"Well? What's wrong?!" He looks as if he might disassemble him right there for daring to walk away from you.

"Give me a moment." The MRVN sounds surprisingly unfearful of Revenant at the moment, possibly engrossed in accomplishing whatever he is doing.

Revenant turns to you for a moment. His shoulders tense up as he stares down at you, pausing to try to determine if you're well again or not. He seems to conclude not, as he moves as if to follow the MRVN through the doorway before he suddenly reappears over the threshold, holding one of the two young prowlers as the other follows.

Revenant looks on in a mix of shock and confusion as the MRVN leans over, placing one next to you while the other gravitates to the opposite side. They squirm against your hands as you try to pet them. You remember when they were small enough to hold only a mere few months ago; they grow so fast.

"What are these?" The MRVN asks you plainly.

"This is..." you pause for a moment, not sure why this is important. "This is Seven and his sister."

"What are they?" He stays kneeled in front of you, showing no emotion, simply quizzing you along.

"They're Six's offspring, I think?" You look to Revenant for reassurance, who stays completely and utterly still, probably confused himself. "They—uh—they're young prowlers."

"Good." The MRVN completely falls into a seated position, but much gentler than Revenant had minutes earlier. He takes a moment to look you over. "Now, can you tell me which is the boy and which is the girl?"

"Um..." You pause. The deep purple one has curled up in your lap, gently purring at a low hum. This dark hued one is calm, collected, and lax. The orange-red one is boisterously sniffing you up and down, licking your arm and other exposed skin if something smells interesting enough. This bright one is energetic, curious, and squirmy. You're not sure which is which. "I'm guessing—" You point to the purple one in your lap. "—this is the girl."

"Wrong." Revenant butts in finally, now leaning against the wall with crossed arms, looking like he's losing patience with the MRVN. "It's reversed. The boy is purple, the same color as Six. The girl is red like her mom. The red with teal stripes is one of the more common colorations to see out in the wild. They stick out so easily, plus they have a higher rate of aggression, so humans encounter them more often." He huffs to end his tangent, realizing he's going into more detail than he initially intended.

The room is silent for a moment before the MRVN continues his line of questioning.

"What texture do they—"

"Seriously, what is this?" Revenant interrupts angrily, throwing his hands up a little bit. "This is getting annoying. What the hell are you doing? This is a waste of time." You wince away from the MRVN, who reaches out and takes your pulse a second time. "All you're doing is asking idiotic questions over and over. She's injured, you idiot. I don't need you to test her—"

"You're going to make her have another anxiety attack if you continue." The MRVN interrupts, still holding your wrist and feeling for your heartbeat.

The room falls silent once again. You wish you could curl up into a ball. Revenant has become a statue, frozen in some kind of shock, but the MRVN returns his attention to you.

"Anyways, I was asking you what it feels like to pet this one." He motions to the boy in your lap. You pull your wrist away from him and run your fingers across the young prowler's back. He coos at your touch happily.

Like Six, the boy is very warm like freshly laundered linens, but with the smooth texture of a reptile. Some scales are large and rocky, yet others are small and smooth like silk. The larger scales afford less warmth but more armor, while the smaller scales offer flexibility and hug closer to the warm body, letting the heat emanate through and into your palm. As you run your hand from the crest of his furls down to his flank, his cooing and purring vibrates into your palms. His back legs twitch a little against your touch, possibly a sign of ticklishness.

"He feels really well armored in some areas, almost like a stone. Some places the scales are smooth and slippery and warm." You keep it short as you continue to pet him, somewhat engrossed by the experience. The red girl begins to lick the back of your neck, possibly trying to grab your attention away from her brother.

"What does that feel like?" The MRVN motions to your neck.

Her licks aren't light in the slightest. Her tongue makes wide strokes, pressing into your neck with force. It's moist and warm, but not any rougher than a human's tongue despite being much larger. Her nostrils flare hot air over your wet neck with each lick, and her pants follow up with a cooling sensation. Her snout also hardens into a beak-like texture, but hers isn't as pronounced as her brother's or Six's. Her licks slowly slip around to the side of your neck, pausing as if to feel for the beat in your jugular. She stops licking, eventually resting her head on your shoulder for a few moments. The calm only lasts a few seconds before she notices the curious protrusion on the side of your head, resuming by licking and sniffing your ear. The tickling sensation necessitates you to squirm away and try to push her snout away as you attempt to answer the question posed.

"It feels like—" She pushes past your hands and nails your ear with the sloppiest lick. "—ugh! It feels like an oversized slug hitting me!" You get your hands around her snout and hold her at your shoulder. She immediately slips out, then pushes her snout back into your grip. Suddenly, she's enamored by the concept of fingers, inserting and removing her snout from the circular grip you've made. She looks ridiculous. You start to chuckle as she tilts her head in confusion before reinserting her snout, withdrawing it, and tilting again.

The MRVN stands up and begins to leave.

"Her anxiety attack seems to have been staved off. I'll get back to—" Revenant grabs him before he's made it over the threshold.

"What did you do?" Revenant asks, his voice caught somewhere between genuine curiosity and frustration.

"It's a distraction technique. Perhaps if you were more present and didn't feel the need to escalate every situation, she'd feel a bit more grounded and stable in your presence." The MRVN pushes his hands away and proceeds out of the bathroom. A few moments pass as you watch Revenant's entire stature tense up with rage.

"I am going to fucking tear that stupid—!"

"Escalation!" The MRVN rings out from the kitchen.

Revenant lets out a wrath filled scream as he drives his fist into the mirror above the two sinks next to him, shattering the mirror and causing the glass to shower down on the marble floor in front of you. You feel some of the tiny shards hit your legs, as you wince away from the splash of sharp, reflective daggers. The purple prowler sinks deeper into your lap to try to hide as he whimpers, while the red girl stays behind you momentarily.

Everything sits still for a moment after the glass is shattered. The MRVN appears in the doorway again.

"What happened?!" The MRVN exclaims from the other side of the doorway, peering in.

Revenant holds his fist inside the newly revealed hole in the drywall, staring into the wall where his reflection once was. He's completely still except for a minor tremble that resembles someone under heavy duress. The boy prowler is whimpering in your lap, while the red one tugs on your shirt trying to pull you closer into the wall and away from the glass. You shrink into the marble floor, wishing you could vanish from the scene in front of you.

"Sir, are you both traumatiz—?!"

"Shut up." Revenant growls, ripping his hand out of the wall by making an even bigger hole in the drywall. "I don't need your patronizing bullshit."

Revenant walks over as you cower into the floor, your heart racing. He pulls the purple prowler out of your lap as he ragdolls in his arms, whimpering loudly. Revenant walks him across the glass, causing the many shards to crunch between his metal soles and the marble. What's left beneath his feet is a pool of dangerous, glittery, faulty sparkles. He leaves the whimpering prowler in the safety of the doorway where Six appears to usher him back to the pack.

Revenant returns, picking up the red girl next. She squirms and tries to shake her way out of his grasp, but he has no issue holding her as he carries her across the sea of broken pieces. He places her in the doorway. The MRVN kneels over and pats her head before Six ushers her away too.

Finally, Revenant returns, his mass hulking over you like a hunter victorious over their prey. Your frame is as crouched and shriveled into the floor as it can be. For a moment, you feel that same fear again, overwhelming you. His whole frame blurs into a black silhouette spare for his bright yellow eyes which pierce through the void. You feel dizzy and the sensation of static begins to take over all your senses.

He kneels down to your level, letting you see the color return to his form. Your heart is still racing, but something about him kneeling to meet you closer to eye level is reassuring.

You flinch as the tip of his index finger taps the tip of your nose for a moment. You flinch in surprise before the realization catches up to you.

"Did... Did you just boop my—"

"Shut it." He pulls you into a hug and lifts you off the ground by your torso before scooping an arm under your knees to support you. He casually carries you across the sea of crunching shattered glass, leaving behind a shimmering wake of destruction where he walked. He places you down on your bed before turning to the MRVN.

"I'd throw you in a trash compactor and watch you be turned into a block if you were even slightly less valuable." Revenant pokes a finger into the screen on his chest, which leaves a stoic emote up before switching to a smug one.

"So you're saying I was right?" The MRVN chirps.

"Clean up that mess. I need some time alone. Don't bug me." He huffs at the MRVN. He turns to you. "I'm sorry, just take a break. Turn on the new player announcement and let me know if anything interesting happens. Right now I just need to focus on something else for a little while."

You nod at him and he dismisses himself from the room as you and the MRVN watch. The MRVN shrugs haplessly when he meets your gaze again, his emote displaying a little sweat droplet and rolling eyes. His software update made him a little more sassy and cynical than he was before. You wonder how Pathfinder would change with similar updates.

You can hear Revenant pick up the newspaper clippings from before, as well as Royce whose screams for attention suddenly drift off in the direction of his room before abruptly vanishing as the door slams. You still aren't sure what he's working so diligently on with the newspaper clippings, but maybe it will help him calm down.

The MRVN walks over to you, quickly checks you over for any injuries before giving you a hearty thumbs up.

"Thank you," you say to him, "I'm sorry about him. He's just..." You trail off, unsure of what words to use to describe Revenant that vindicate his attitude.

"It will help now that he knows what an anxiety attack looks like and how his behavior feeds it. I don't think he's completely well either. There aren't many beings who see their own reflection, understand it is themself, and still attack it instinctively." The MRVN pats you on the shoulder before turning on the bedroom television for you, swapping the channel over to the Apex announcement.

You hadn't even realized that. He did attack his own reflection in that moment. If he simply wanted to break the mirror, he would have gone for a right hook that caught the mirror wide, but instead he went for a direct jab. It was a jab with so much power and lethality that it shattered the mirror to penetrate the wall behind it. He only calmed down when his reflection was gone. You remember back at the Apex Facility when his mirror was intentionally smeared with soap, petroleum jelly, or a similar substance to make it opaque and unreflective. You hold your breath for a moment, unsure of what that means. You've heard of people who were scared of their own reflection before, but this isn't fear—this is hate.

"Oh, look! That's her!" The MRVN happily points to a woman on screen who has happily taken a seat at the commentator's table, kicked her feet up on it, let her chair lean back, and is actively throwing back a bottle of beer. You turn your attention to the screen.

"Oh, sorry, are you guys not allowed to drink beer on TV? Shame. More for me I guess." She smirks coyly at the group of anchors who are now huddled together on the opposite end of the table, gawking in awe. She finishes the whole beer in a long swig before turning to look someplace off camera and throwing the bottle. It's a moment before you can hear it land in a trashcan off-screen. "Hell yeah!" She celebrates her small victory.

"So, you're Viper's daughter?" One of them asks, noticeably taken aback by her garrish attitude.

She flicks her head so her silver hair swishes with the motion. Her skin is perfect, her cheeks are slightly flush from the alcohol, but her eyes are a sharp, reflective amber. She's downright gorgeous, but you're not sure who Viper is.

"You bet! Name's Kairi Imahara, but you all can call me Valkyrie." She snaps finger guns in their general direction before leaning over, pulling a fresh bottle of beer up from behind the table, and flicking off its bottle cap using a metal buckle on her boots. She immediately takes another swig. You look on in awe. How can someone about your size manage to throw back carbonated drinks like that, let alone alcohol? You'd be tapping out after one.

"So, uh, Miss Valkyrie—"

"Valk is fine, I don't need all the pleasantries."

"Yes, um, Valk... What is it that you bring to the Apex Games?"

Valkyrie chuckles to herself for a moment.

"Ever heard of Northstar?" She throws her head back, looking to the ceiling, almost in a gesture of nostalgia. The commentators all nod to one another, before one offers an answer.

"Of course, your dad's Titan. It's been decommissioned for—"

"I stole it," she says nonchalantly as she throws her head forward to see her audience. She says it so casually, but her devious smile gives her away as she breaks into a small laugh at the abject horror on the commentator's faces.

She has her laugh before taking another swig of beer and continuing.

"I mean, I stole it when I was a kid. Piloted it myself. No training. Just years of watching good ol' dad." Her smirk turns even more sadistic as the shock washes over their faces.

"You were a child?!"

"Yup. I was lucky. I found my place in the world young, and that place was in the sky." She throws her head back again to look at the ceiling again for a moment. Her smile is still clear despite most of her visage being out of sight. "Northstar is coming with me to the Games."

Now there is audible gasping. One commentator clutches her necklace. Another leans back. Yet another is stunned silent.

"A Titan? In the Apex Games? That's crazy! How is anyone—"

"Not in its original form." She pulls her feet off the table, sits upright, suddenly glowing with a seriousness about her. "Northstar was decommissioned after my dad..." She clears her throat audibly. "After I lost my dad, I knew I couldn't let his legacy die. So, me and a friend took some of the modded parts from Northstar. We made it compact. Made it light. Made it wearable." She reaches behind her, pulling out a white helmet with golden orange stripes and bullet holes in the visor, placing it on the table. Everyone is silent for a long pause.

She sighs, clearly experiencing a moment of grief before she begins to smile again, closing her eyes as if to hold back a slight welling of tears.

"Know this name—Imahara—and always keep an eye on the skies." She says to the camera before hugging the helmet for a long time, eventually pulling off the table and placing it out of view once again.

She looks back to her audience.

"Oh man, did I kill the vibes we had going? Ha, sorry about that." She's back to being charmingly brash as she takes another swig of her bottle, clearly finishing it. "It wouldn't be right of me to not give a little backstory, right?"

One of the commentators adjusts his tie awkwardly to try to regain his composure.

"Yes, um, my apologies Miss Imahara—I mean... Valk. Would you mind answering some questions from the audience? Perhaps give us some insight on you as well as your plans?"

"Of course! Just don't ask me what the capital of Leviathan is. I can never remember that one." She laughs at her own joke while the commentators follow suit, giving them all a chance to regain their composure.

"Well, this one is from, uh, let's see..." he says as he taps away on his tablet. "Aha, from Victoria, age twelve, from Solace."

"Twelve?" She smiles. "I'll drink to that." She rips another beer out, casually bending the cap off using the edge of the table top, and throwing it back. She must have a stomach and liver made of steel.

The commentators give a more genuine laugh at that one.

"Victoria asks: what's your favorite food?"

Valkyrie's eyes light up at the question. Despite the simplicity of such a question, she seems unreasonably eager to answer it.

"Ha! Easy!" She leans back in her chair, swirling the beer in its bottle in the air. "Ramen!"

You grimace and pull your attention back out of the television. You've heard enough. Honestly she seems pretty cool, even if you don't know her heritage. Anyone who has—legally or otherwise—piloted a Titan is clearly talented and worthy of respect, and if her dad was the pilot of a notable Titan, that's even more impressive. Clearly that was her dad's helmet. You could see the grief wash over her when she held it. You think you have heard things about Northstar before, but you can't remember. If its name even remotely jogs your memory, it must have been one of the most powerful ones out there. You normally have no room in your memory banks for those types of things.

The MRVN knocks on the open door to your bedroom, holding a plate of eggs.

"You can come in."

"Isn't she neat?" The MRVN chirps. He must have been watching the broadcast from the television in the living room while he cooked. "I like her a lot, but Pathfinder is still my favorite." You take the plate of eggs as he hands them to you.

"That's understandable, Pathfinder is super nice."

"You've met him?!" The MRVN perks up happily.

"Yeah! Next time I see him, maybe I can bring you a flower from his garden! Or have him sign something for you!" You taste a piece of egg. He's very good at consistently making tasty food. Surprisingly, Revenant manages to make better ones, but you know Revenant goes above and beyond every time he cooks anything. Maybe he enjoyed cooking back when he was human. "Honestly, it's the least I could do for putting up with me and Revenant."

The MRVN tilts his head in confusion.

"You mean Mr. Cross?"

You nearly choke on your eggs. Fuck. Right. He was trying to be incognito and use a fake name. Although you're not sure how he's managed to do so when walking around looking exactly like the Revenant from the Apex Games. The MRVN's optic bulb adjusts a couple times before it brightens again.

"Oh... you do mean Mr. Cross..." The MRVN pulls his pointer finger to his head, holding it over where his mouth might be as if he is pondering deeply. "He lied, I see this now. My deception software update hadn't parsed through older logs yet." Suddenly he goes from pondering to cradling his head. "Oh no! That's the Revenant! I backtalked the Revenant! He could have had me—"

You grab one of his hands and he calms down.

"It's a secret, you can't tell anyone. If you promise not to tell anyone, I'll see if I can get a signature from Pathfinder or some other momento for you." You don't know what else to do but bribe him to stay quiet.

"I promise." He is quick to agree. "I wouldn't want to make him mad. Plus you seem nice."

"Thank you," you say, relaxing and withdrawing before taking another bite of food.

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You knock on Revenant's door. At some point Royce must have been let back into the main living room, as she's now curled up in sight with the two juvenile prowlers and a short ways from Six. Most of the prowlers are curled up since the MRVN recently fed them; they always seem to want to relax immediately after eating.

You knock again.

It's getting late. The sun has gone down and the windows overlook the glowing signs and screens below lining the streets. Since the fall weather is nice, people are out and walking around. A lot of the screens are showing replays and promos for the upcoming season of the Apex Games, showing off Valkyrie and her sponsor's products as she poses with them. The news was huge and the city's liveliness absolutely reflects that. Taxi and limo horns blare angrily at one another, drunk people can be heard hooting and hollering over the general crowd, and the white noise of hundreds of engines turning over and humming below is barely muffled by the glass panes. You knock again, but even louder this time.

You wait. The scent of an apple spice candle that the MRVN lit a few hours ago is wafting in the air. The light musk that the prowlers normally generate is washed out by the smell, but the warmth of having so many snoring bodies in the same room is significant. The top edge of the windows are also slightly fogged up from the temperature difference. The MRVN is sitting in the corner of the living room, plugged into the wall and recharging. He looks asleep, but you know from experience that they are very much aware even when in sleep mode.

"If you don't answer this time, I'm coming in." You say gently into the door as you knock one last time.

You stare at the white door, noting each paint streak at eye level. It's been long enough.

You open the door just to be hit with a crisp breeze. The sliding glass door to a small balcony is slightly ajar. He's not here. Newspaper clippings pinned to a map of the city on the wall flicker in the wind. It looks like a conspiracy theorists' dream, but without the funny lines of yarn connecting different pins and all centering in on a single location in the city. You can't help but curiously approach the giant map filled with articles.

Each clipping is either an obituary, a police blotter report, or an article about a crime pinned to the location on the map where it presumably occurred. Some of the articles are about murders, drug den busts, trafficking busts, or shootouts between rival gangs; but they're all about crime. Some names are highlighted with a red 'x' at the end of them with an obituary pinned underneath them. Others are highlighted without the red 'x', possibly indicating the perpetrator may still be alive. Different areas of the city have different clusters. Understandably, the worst areas are filled to the point of obfuscation with clippings. Areas like the one you're currently in have a more sparse distribution. There's always less crime in areas with more money and more people at all hours of the day.

This must all be related to him trying to hunt down your abductors. You begin to flip through clippings quickly, looking for any photographs of one man in particular, begging to find his name with a red 'x' beside it. You begin pouring over them with almost as much obsession as it took to make such a wall of madness. You have no idea how long it takes you to stumble upon it, but eventually you see it. That damn, wide-brimmed hat, that toothy scowl, and barely a visible face. It's not a good picture, clearly it's not a mugshot. The article doesn't even have a name. But you'd know that evil smile even if you hadn't met him a second time. Scribbled in black ink across the margin of the article clipping it says "taxi bastard"—a fitting name.

You read the article. Apparently he was caught with tons of illegal pornographic material produced using victims of trafficking, abduction, and even—you stop reading for a moment, unwilling to read that last word and wishing you had let Revenant murder him the first time he offered. Apparently a lot of the pornography also included the torture of victims, sometimes even leading to their death and dismemberment. He sold the copies to the worst perverted sickos looking for a quick fix. According to the article, the payload was revealed when copies were accidentally forwarded to multiple parties, including the police themselves. You know who did that. Even though his warehouse was raided the following day, he had vacated and disappeared. No record of his legal name was found, nor any signs of where he might have gone. The article concludes on the dark note that the police are parsing through each film, trying to document any victims and connect them to cold cases looking for closure. The number of victims estimated to be in the files is estimated to be in the hundreds.

As you try to stop reading, you realize the out of body experience you started having midway through that article. You don't feel your legs, but you are standing on them. You carefully walk back to the door, shutting it and locking out the many animals littered on the living room floor. You meander over to the balcony door and close it the rest of the way, intentionally leaving it unlocked for him. You make it up to his bed and fall into it, unwilling to try to keep walking. You feel so hot with stress and racing thoughts, you don't really hesitate to tear everything off and toss it to the side. You curl up in the pillows, turn off the lone lamp on the nightstand, and begin to bawl in the dark.

You're not even sure why you're crying, just that you can't help it. Your thoughts are tumbling uncontrollably, wondering what fate you might have met had Revenant not come for you. Your nose runs and pounds against its splint. Your eyes are sore in their sockets. Your surgical scars sting despite being fully healed. Your bare skin raises into goosebumps despite how hot it feels. What about everyone else? How could people like him exist? Why were you spared by fate but not the others?

You breathe slowly as the tears dry up. You lose emotional attachment to the concept of being the one that made it out. You feel as if you might die for some reason, but you have no reason to believe that. Still, you curl up tighter in the dark. Perhaps if you remain defenseless and hidden, no one will notice you. Perhaps you can be forgotten by everyone. No more heroes coming to save you, because no more villains will come to victimize you. You feel as if you're floating in a warm ocean, drowning but refusing to fight the current, able to breathe despite the weight on your chest.

Why are you treated so special despite being so cursed?

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the-mechanica · 2 years ago

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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Apex Legends (Video Games) Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Loba Andrade/Bangalore | Anita Williams Characters: Loba Andrade, Bangalore | Anita Williams Additional Tags: Fluffy Smut, Smut, Plot What Plot/Porn Without Plot, Season 6 Boosted, Vaginal Fingering, Scissoring, Top Bangalore | Anita Williams, Bottom Loba, Established Relationship, when I emerge from my horrors I write fluff, Sapphic, Love, Early Relationship, Drabble Summary:

The morning after a date, Loba lets something slip. - “I was thinking about last night.” Loba purred, pushing tousled curls over her shoulder. Williams smirked at that, now entirely awake. “Oh yeah? What about it?” Questioning cheekily, she grinned at the thief.

#loba andrade #anita williams #apex legends #apex legends fanfic #lobalore #apex legends valentines #I swear when I emerge from my horrors I write sapphic fluff

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catalystsimp · 2 years ago

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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Apex Legends (Video Games) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Catalyst | Tressa Smith/Seer | Obi Edolasim Characters: Catalyst | Tressa Smith, Seer | Obi Edolasim Additional Tags: Angst, Fluff, Fluff and Angst, Developing Relationship, Holding Hands, premarital hand holding, Canon Divergence, Spiritual, Crushes, Bonding, Mild Hurt/Comfort Summary:

When Seer finds that the Syndicate has holed the Legends up on Boreas, he must go on a simple walk to escape the ghosts of his past. However, the path of fate has other plans, and guides him right to the woman whom he has wronged.

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Decided to share my Catalyst fanfiction because I love her and feel she needs more content, I also love her being paired with Seer, and I am gonna be working on more fanfiction for the two of them in the future. I'm currently working on a fun little drabble for the two of them which should be up soon :) enjoy!

#catalyst apex #seer apex #catalyst x seer #apex legends #fanfic #apex legends fanfic #fluff #mild angst #mild hurt/comfort #Premarital hand holding #catalyst apex legends #seer apex legends

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r-ando-m-w-rite-r · 2 years ago

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Heroes Don’t Always Wear Capes

-A little Revenant x reader story.

-2601 words (oooooooh, I see you, me)

-This was a crappy prompt that I just followed through with, not sure if anyone will like it and I’m about to find out.

-FYI: The real fluff is at the end, even though there really isn’t much, sorry not sorry.

-Warning: Threats, fluff, bad grammar, and extreme annoyingness. Sorry in advance to all those Octane lovers out there, I used to be one myself. [ Still kinda am ;) ]

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“Ay, (y/n), sup?”

You jumped slightly at the sudden hand that landed on your shoulder. Octavio Silva hopped onto the open barstool beside you, quickly swiveling to face you. His eyes were lethargic as he quickly looked over you. Like you hadn’t noticed. “Say, what brings you here?”

“I just wanted a drink, the week’s been stressful.”, you muttered out, not really looking to socialize. Matchmaking had been a bitch over the last few days, and almost every game you had played in you had been partnered with the annoying twerp next to you. Of course, he was only yet a child, so cut him some slack.

However, you began to feel frustrated now that he thinks you and him were ‘meant to be’ or whatever he said with dreamy eyes last match. “Chica, we’ve been paired again! Looks like we’re meant to be!” Yeah, no thanks.

“Hey, chicaaaa, hola? You there?” You retreated from your thoughts to the speed devil’s annoying nagging and his hand waving in your face. You gently but firmly pushed it away before taking a swig of your beer. It was almost empty, so you tapped it on the counter. Within seconds, Mirage appeared in front of you.

“Another fill?”, he asked in a hurry. Somewhere off there was a crash that sounded like a glass shattering, followed by a yelp, and he sighed. Suddenly, another Mirage came running up. “Hey! Whatchu doing? I run the bar around here, get back to work.” He pointed towards where the commotion was coming from, and the first Mirage sighed again. “Worth a shot.”, he muttered, walking off.

“So..”, the real Mirage, you assumed, said. “Another fill?”

“Yes please.”, you replied, sliding the glass over to him impatiently. Mirage nodded, but before he could walk off, Octane interjected.

“Wait!” Mirage’s back was to him, but you barely saw him roll his eyes before turning to the kid with a forced grin plastered onto his face.

“What is it, buddy?”, he said, a note of irritation in his voice. “I’m a little busy here.”

“Charge her bill to my tab, will ya?”, he said carefree, turning back to you. “It’s the least I can do, since I would consider this our first date.” You saw Mirage’s eyebrow lift, and you knew what was coming.

“Are-are you guys-?”

“No, we aren’t dating.”, you muttered. “In fact, not even interested.” Octane just scoffed before looking at the bartender and whispering to him, “She’s just nervous.”

“I can hear you.”, you said nonchalantly. You were getting pissed at him, and quick.

Octane gave you a look before continuing to say, “Like I said.” That was it. You quickly stood up, your fist slamming into the counter. Both of the men looked at you, confused. Mirage slowly backed up, opening his mouth to say something, but you cut him off.

“You know what?”, you muttered through semi-gritted teeth. “I think I’ve had enough alcohol for the night.” Fishing out a twenty from your pocket, you tossed it on the counter. “Keep the change.” You turned around, walking in the opposite direction and towards the exit.

“T-Thanks?”, you heard Mirage say, but it was quickly cut off by Octane.

“W-Wait, (y/n)!” You heard his metal legs scrambling across the floor as he tried to catch up with you. You took a deep breath, trying to control yourself. Why wouldn’t he just leave you alone? At this point, most of the people in the bar were staring at you, and you didn’t like the attention.

He caught up with you, panting slightly. “Now just hold on a second, chica.”, he started, keeping pace with you while struggling to look at your face. “Did I do something? Do you want me to get you another drink? Can I-” You pushed through the swinging doors, and as you did, one swung back and smacked him right in the face. You heard him grunt in pain. Good, maybe it broke his nose and it would hurt too much to talk.

You started down the hallway, leading to your dormitory on the east wing of the Apex Legends Facility. As much as you enjoyed visiting Paradise Lounge, Octavio was just too much to handle on a daily basis.

You listened, but you didn’t hear him anymore. Good. You turned a corner, looking back for a second, but as you did you ran into something. Something hard. You stepped back, shaking your throbbing head before looking forward. There stood a growling Revenant. Shit.

His two bright LEDs shone down at you, and he looked very pissed. But he also looked kind of..confused? “Damn, sorry, I didn’t mean that. Oh, ah, I gotta go-”, you jumbled out quickly before anything could escalate. There were too many things going on at once. Darting past his large metal frame, you continued on. You heard metal scraping against metal and could only assume he turned his head to watch you walk off. Eerie, but you did just run into him, so.

You growled as you turned another corner, this time looking ahead. Guilt floated around in the back of your mind as you thought back to Octane, but you just pushed it away. The sun was setting though the glass walls that bordered the hallway, and a purple hue was appearing just above the horizon.

Speaking of her, Horizon turned the corner, pieces and parts falling from a box she was carrying. She looked tired, but smiled at you through passing. “You okay, dearie? You looked panicked and a tad bit flushed.”, she said in her heavy accent as she leaned down to pick up the stray parts.

You decided to help, picking up a screw and a coil that had rolled over by your feet. Throwing them in the box, you sighed. “Yeah, I’m fine, its just-”

“Octane.”, you both said at once. You looked up at the Scottish time traveler, bewildered. “H-How did you know?”, you asked, confused.

Horizon just chuckled before replying. “Dearie, I know all the secrets of the universe. And let me tell you, his nouve passion is no secret.” You rolled your eyes, and she just gave you a sympathetic look. “If you feel uncomfortable, just tell the lad to back off.”

“But I HAVE.”, you cried out, beginning to stress again. This kid was just too much.

“Or have you?”, Horizon replied, tapping her temple knowingly before picking up her box of parts and walking off. “Thanks for the assistance, dearie! See you in the match tomorrow.” You groaned, not looking forward to tomorrow whatsoever.

Suddenly, the muffled sound of metal scraping on something echoed off the walls. Whipping around, you looked to see if Horizon had accidentally dropped her box, but she was nowhere to be seen. In fact, the hallway was empty, and getting dark, too, as the sun was almost fully set now.

Chills ran up your spine, and you felt the sensation of being watched. However, you dismissed it in a hurry, striding off. At least you were almost back.

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You were coming up to your hallway, and then you would be home. Good, because no matter how many times you tried to push away the feeling of being watched, it would always come back. And you were hearing weird noises, too. You began to wonder if it was the ventilation system, or some wiring within the plaster walls. But you swore the one time it sounded like claws dragging across the floor, and you began to wonder if there was something actually there.

Nevertheless, you were relieved to turn the corner and into your hallway. Your door was the second one down, and soon you were standing in front of it, fishing your pockets for your keycard. Suddenly, a hand rested on your shoulder, and you whipped around, heart beating, adrenaline spiked, ready to tackle whoever had touched you. But to your relief, and annoyance, there stood Octane, a piece of medical tape plastered to the bridge of his nose.

He held up his hands but didn’t move away, and you slowly lowered your fists. “Octavio, it’s you.”, you said.

“Y-Yeah..”, he muttered, obviously shaken up by the fact that you could’ve just punched him in the face. You breathed in sharply before continuing, and he just looked confused.

“Listen.”, you began, but before you could continue, he held up a finger to your mouth, shushing you.

“I get it, chica, I get it.”, he said. “I’ve come to finish what I started as well.” You nodded for a second, relieved he felt the same way, but when his hand hit the wall beside your head, blocking you in, you immediately felt your stomach flip. What? No! “Octavio, that’s not-!”

But before you finish, his lips clashed into yours, his other hand grasping for your squirming waist. You quickly pulled away, hitting your head on your door in the process and hissing in pain, but he just leaned back in. However, before his lips even made contact, a low growling emitted from the left, towards the front of the hallway.

Both you and Octane looked in that direction, and there stood the murder bot, Revenant. Your mind quickly put together two and two, and suddenly the sounds you had been hearing on your journey back to your room made sense. However, your chest constricted when you really thought about it. Had he been hunting you since you ran into him? Was he going to hurt you? God, why did you have such bad luck with men?

“Ay, can we get some privacy chico?”, Octane blurted out angrily. Revenant’s LEDs glowered at him, seemingly glaring holes into his eyes. For once in your life, you were truly scared. Scared for your life; scared for another person’s life.

“Back away from her.”, he growled in a deep, menacing voice. “Or else.”

Octane indignantly scoffed. “So what? She’s mine anyway. You can’t just barge in and take her!” You quickly whipped your head back to give him a scathing look. You were not just property to be handled and claimed.

You watched as Revenant took a step forward. He shook one of his hands, and his claws morphed into a dagger, making a wrenching metal sound as they did so. Octane jumped in surprise, quickly backing away from you. “Alright chico, you win, you can have her. Just let me leave in one piece, alright?”

Revenant growled, but before he could make another move, Octane stabbed himself with one of his stims, booking it past the simulacrum and disappearing from both your guys’ sights. “Such a shame..”, Revenant growled out. You looked back at him as his weapon for a hand morphed back into his normal claws. “I could’ve used a skinsuit pelt.” He looked up at you, and you quickly took a step back. He snorted before muttering, “Not you, you’re too delicate.”

You weren’t sure whether to take that as an insult or a compliment, but then again, you were never sure about anything that came out of that bot’s voice box. Either way, he had just saved you, so you at least would give him the respect of thanking him. “Hey, well, thanks for that. Didn’t think he’d go that far, I thought he was done after the bar.”

Revenant perked up a little at this. “What about the bar..?”, he said in a slightly curious tone. Still menacing though.

You sighed. “Nothing much, he was just being super clingy and annoying..” You hesitated slightly, but decided against yourself and continued. “..a-and intimate.”

The bot’s LEDs turned into slits. “So he made you uncomfortable.”, he growled outloud.

“Uhm..yeah. You could say that.”, you replied, confused. Since when did Revenant care about someone being uncomfortable, let alone caring about someone in general.

He growled, muttering, “I’ll kill that pervert.” He wasn’t joking, either, because he whipped around and began pacing off.

“No, wait!”, you shouted, running up to him. He abruptly stopped, and you didn’t brake in time, running slightly into his back. He turned around to face you, looking slightly annoyed but nothing compared to before. Weird. “No..no.”, you said, rubbing your temple. “No, I don’t want him dead.”

“Why not?”, Revenant snorted. But his tone became serious as he continued. “He made you uncomfortable..” You noticed his hand twitch slightly. “He didn’t stop after you demanded him to..” His hand was moving now, moving up. “He could’ve hurt you.” He growled that last line, but his voice didn’t match his actions. Slowly, his metal hand gently stroked the side of your face, skimming your cheek.

Flustered, your cheeks began to grow warm. He must’ve noticed, because he withdrew his hand. But you reached up quickly, pushing his hand back. The cold metal felt nice on your cheek. His hand abruptly cupped your chin, his thumb now stroking your cheek, back and forth, back and forth...It was so welcoming, so comfortable, so..reassuring.

At this point, you were both staring into each others’ eyes, your hand holding his to your face. You two stood there for what felt like minutes, and it seemed like a trace. However, a door opening behind you broke it, and you both quickly pulled away. Whipping around, you saw Fuse sauntering out of..Bloodhound’s room?

He looked up after closing the door, and he quickly made a comment, like he always does during awkward situations. “Well, looked what I walked out on!” He chuckled at his own joke, but when neither of you laughed along, he went silent. “Well, if it makes you feel any better, I just had some playtime with someone myself.”, he said. You flushed immediately, both by what he meant and by what he was assuming between you and Rev.

You quickly made your way over to your door, and you heard Fuse mutter, “Tough crowd.” before walking off. You looked back one more time as you scanned your keycard and opened your door. Revenant just stood there, a mix of emotions flashing over his somewhat emotionless face.

You didn’t know what else to say, so you just muttered “Goodnight.” before walking inside. Locking the door behind you, you slid down the door, your backside finally landing on the floor after a moment. Everything flashed through your mind. The bar. Octavio. Horizon. The fight. Revenant. Revenant. Was there something between you two now? Had he truly ‘claimed’ you, as Octane had said earlier? Nonetheless, you couldn’t get that bot out of your mind.

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Little did you know, the bot couldn’t get you out of his mind, either. As he arrived at his room later in the evening, you were all he thought about. Your features. The feeling of your skin. The intimacy. It seemed as if he hadn’t experienced it for lifetimes, which he truly hadn’t, and now that he was exposed again to the wonders of love, he couldn’t get enough. Even though he couldn’t technically sleep, he wouldn’t have been able to anyway, the thought of you would’ve kept him up.

His system overloaded for you. He dwelled over you. Even the minor things he recalled as the hours of the night went by, like seeing you on a banner in game or even though passing worked him up. He exhaused himself over you, even into the wee hours of the morning. And deep down he prayed that he wouldn’t be on the same team as you during the match of the day, or else it would be pointless trying to focus on anything but you.

#apexlegends #revenant x reader #octane #revenant #horizon #fuse #bloodhound #fuse x bloodhound #y/n #y/n being saved #mental abuse #intimate abuse #intimacy #apex love #apex lore #fluff #thx for reading

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