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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.

#apex legends #apexlegendsfanfic #love #fluff #lil smut #revenant x reader #revenant #octane #gibby #horizon #mad maggie #ash #rivalry #chapter 3 #more soon #thx for reading

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yunathecat · 16 days ago

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INTRODUCTION ˳ᐟ

໒꒰ྀི •́ ˕• ྀི꒱७

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hi my name is yuna !

i’m a fanfiction writer! i’ve read and written fanfiction for yearssss but i’ve never posted any of my work ! that’s why im making this post ! i’m going to start writing mostly requested fanfiction! or anything that comes to my mind on my own that i feel like writing ! if you’re wanting to request to have anything written please read my guidelines/rules below ! this is completely free as i’m just trying to get better at writing and because i find this fun to do ! please request thru comments, the ask me or thru dms if its something you’d like to elaborate on !

i also do free introduction posts, check out one i did for my friend!

@writersblockworks

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what i am comfortable writing about! :

fluff, smut, lemon, lime, au, love triangle, polyamorous fluff/smut, heavy angst, specific personality characteristics (will elaborate below !)

you can request certain characteristics! such as “!yandere [character] x reader” “!jealous [character] x reader” and so on !

i can write character x reader, character x oc, character x character, oc x reader and oc x oc ! if you’d like anything involving your oc then it’d have to be discussed thru dms as i’ll need to know/ask about your character !

i’m also comfortable doing requested plots, scenarios, but in my own writing style ofc ! and aslong as they abide by what i’m comfortable with !

what im NOT comfortable writing about!:

sa/🍇, incest, zoophilia, pedophilia, proships, minor x adult, certain kinks (i will NOT write cnc, ageplay or about any bodily fluids that aren’t commonly sexualized), HEAVY mentions of selfharm/suicide (i can make exceptions for this aslong as its in a fluff way, no angsty stuff cause that can be EXTREMELY triggering), i will NOT write about any smut that involves underaged characters ( i will not make ANY exceptions, this includes if you ask me to age them up, i can age up characters but i still refuse to write smut about them

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fandoms im in :

these are fandoms im in/find easy to write about ! :

(you can request any show/game outside of these, i will do my research and write about it if you request it !)

valorant

marvel

overwatch

star wars

stardew valley

jujutsu kaisen

re:zero

chainsaw man

apex legends

dead by daylight

arcane

sk8 the infinity

black butler

black clover

solo leveling

windbreaker

genshin impact

my hero academia

honkai star rail

nikke: goddess of victory

skull girls

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being a busy writer is hard! so currently there will be limited spots on my requested as i dont want them to pile up. my request spots will be below! you can still request a fic even if they’re full, if i really wanna write it or if it’s something im interested in then i may make exceptions! the character x reader has a higher spot number as i prefer to write those type of fanfics!

oc x character

2/10

reader x character

2/15

character x character

1/10

THATS ALLLLL

ples request im desperate

have a nice day goodbye !

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spencerzakwrites · 17 days ago

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dating octavio silva hcs

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pronouns: they/them [reader], he/him octane

summary: dating THE octavio silva🙏💯 (sfw + nsfw?)

request?: nope

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A/N: okay so like imma try and write some NSFW hcs too, so i’m sorry if they’re bad….

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sfw!:

• let’s be honest with ourselves, bro cannot sit still for the life of him. so the once in a blue moon moment where he is still, he is the clingiest mf around…

• like when i say clingy, i mean he is fully wrapped around you. like hands gripping your shirt and everything.

• love showing you off to the other legends, to the point they despise even hearing your name come from his mouth.

• calls you either the sweetest nicknames ever or the weirdest ones, no in between

• always touchy. like mostly not even sexually, bro just likes to hold your hand 🤷‍♂️

• randomly sings. like he’ll be doing something then bust out into song (very loudly too.)

• it’s the funnest too cause it’ll be like dead silent in your house and then all of a sudden he’s loudly singing like tyler the creator or something

• also shares his headphones with you, even if you pick the music and if he doesn’t like it, he’ll still listen 😍

• sometimes he doesn’t realize he’s speaking spanish. so you’ll ask him to do something and then he’ll just reply in all spanish (it makes him 100x hotter tho.)

• had the fattest emo phase in middle school and still projects it to this day (like eyeliner, piercings, EVERYTHING.)

• but like, it was hot so you aren’t complaining 😈

• fidgets with his little butterfly knife a lot, like to the point it looks like he’s ready to stab someone

• JEALOUSY.

• he gets jealous so easily, especially if ur talking with obi or elliot. and my lord does it turn u on.

• before each game, he dedicates it to you even if he doesn’t win. you’ll always be proud, even if he is first blood <3 (which is 90% of the time…)

• either texts you with as many abbreviations as possible or sends the longest paragraph ever.

• tried to hang upside from your porch while dressed as spiderman for halloween and almost fell right on his head, but he held off long enough to get a spiderman kiss 💔

• has like… a bajillion photos of you on his phone. whether they be the stupid 0.5 photos or like the most gorgeous photo of you (or ur nudes) he always has some on deck.

• has made a playlist for you but it will never see the light of day (he’s embarrassed 😞)

• has a pair of glasses due his stim effects on his eyesight but literally never wears them besides when he’s with you

• says the dumbest pickup lines to you but they somehow always work (he impresses himself 😼)

• always gets so energetic and excited when he asks you out on a date (you’ve been dating for months.)

• (m/gn!reader) everytime ur away and he can’t see you, he calls the universe homophobic for drawing you away from him

• he can’t spell for the absolute life for him yet you can understand every text he sends, ur like his translator

• he’s like, secretly the fattest nerd in the world and geeks out of you ever buy him anything that correlates to his interests

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nsfw!:

• would definitely wanna do something involving his butterfly knife. not like cutting you or something, instead like… teasing you… 😈

• sloppy head. and i don’t mean like sloppy toppy, BITCH I MEAN SLOPPY.

• like saliva all down his chin and on you, it’s very gross but god does it feel good.

• REFUSES TO BOTTOM. like he is certain he will never, it’s kinda sad. he isn’t masculine enough 😞

• 100% into quickies, especially before (or even during) games. but on some occasions when he’s REALLY. feeling it, he’ll take it slow and make it very sensual.

• LOVESSSSSSSS WHEN YOU RIDE HIM. LIKE YES GOD.

• his hands are glued to your hips, head tilted back with his goggles just barely handing onto his sweaty forehead with spanish curses slipping from his lips.

• andddddd it’s everywhere.

•his hands are everywhere on you and they never leave, like he’s so touchy it’s almost concerning

• absolutely loves when you return his energy, especially if he’s like hardcore degrading you and you return with the same attitude.

• he is busting on sight. not warning or anything, boom. it’s everywhere

• definitely cracks jokes in the middle of sex, just to hear ur giggle (that also makes him bust)

• anytime he wants to return a favor, he’s says he’ll give you head. which is very much true, its definitely a good trade

• BEST. AFTER. CARE. NO ONE CAN CHANGE MY MIND ABOUT THIS

• like he is doing EVERYTHING. he can for you. you need food? he’s running to the kitchen or opening his phone to doordash. you need a drink? absolutely sprinting to the kitchen for water. a bath/shower? the waters already running with everything set out for you.

• definitely suggests showers together, promises it won’t lead to anything but we all know he’s a liar…

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that’s all i lowkey have rn 😞

maybe a pt2 with like specific scenarios or even a mirage version 😍

#apex legends #apex legends headcanons #octane #octavio silva #octane x reader #fluff #smut #spencerzakwrites

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danddymaro · 2 years 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 · 4 months ago

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Hi I need your help (again)

Does anyone know how to

add a single photo that looks like this and not just one big photo? a small sized single photo.

change the font? I know theres font that I can choose from within Tumblr (but theyre ugly), and I noticed some people upload posts with different fonts aside from the ones Tumblr offer. So I'm guessing there's a way to use your own fonts for this?

Change my bio? I forgot how to and I can't seem to figure out how to again, my bio not the photos or anything else lol.

I learned how to use a gradient colours for my writing and how to add three pics next to each other so far but im still learning how to use this app so your help would be appreciated!

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amethystreaperwrites · 6 months ago

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jochimochi · 8 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 · 1 year 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.

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uncanned-brainworms · 11 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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Autumnal End (Revenant x Reader)

Theme: Ramen, room decorations, and relationships take time, effort, patience, and a little bit of a push or shove in the right direction.

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

Reader's Notes: Fluff for the fluff gods!

Writing Notes: Egads the pipeline is clogged yet the content keeps coming. I have deep exhaustion.

Navigation:

First Chapter | Previous Chapter | Next Chapter

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

You regain partial consciousness in the pile of pillows that you originally fell asleep on. You don't open your eyes, you just become aware. You feel warmer than you expected to, considering how you aren't wearing anything. As you twitch a little you figure out why: you're now wrapped in a thin blanket. You must have also closed the door to the balcony before passing out because the heater has had time to bring the room back to a nice temperature.

You don't remember covering yourself in a blanket, so that means Revenant or the MRVN must have seen you and tossed it over you. It's still very dark outside. Even with your eyes completely closed, you can easily guess from the lack of pink glow through your eyelids coming from the window. Your suspicions are further confirmed by the lack of noisy activity occurring outside the window in the streets below, meaning it must be the wee hours of the morning, before the sun rises. You're genuinely still tired, but you can tell you need to stretch to be comfortable and fall back asleep. If you move and Revenant is nearby, it will alert him and he might start asking you questions. You aren't really wanting to deal with that, but your need to stretch is overwhelming.

You unfurl yourself from under the blanket and roll around until you're oriented more normally: head on the pillows with the rest of you laid out towards the foot of the bed. The blanket naturally falls off of you as you shift around. It's warm enough in the room that you don't care. You begin to drift back to a stage of low awareness as you feel a set of cool, metallic fingers lightly brush over your skin on your stomach. You feel it. You're aware of it. You are interested in it. Yet you don't feel strongly enough to react beyond focusing all your remaining consciousness on it.

You feel his extreme weight shift around as he vaults over you and rests in a type of modified seiza position over your legs. Both hands press into your stomach, feeling the raised scars that are likely permanent. He pushes into a few of them and feels for the organs underneath. Embarrassing enough, your stomach growls right as he pushes his thumbs into it, causing his touch to recoil away from it curiously. He makes his way around, specifically resting on the synthetic kidney and liver that were once inside his knight chassis. He presses into those areas quite a bit, as if he is making sure the organs didn't disappear since that night. Finally his fingers brush their way upwards towards where your rib cage protects your synthetic lung. He doesn't dare try to press into your ribs, but he does cradle your lung with one hand buried under your shoulder and his palm lightly pressed into your chest beneath your clavicle. He listens and feels for your breathing for a time before seemingly satisfied.

While you expect him to withdraw at this point, he does not. He immediately shifts to the center of your chest and feels for your heartbeat. It's been an odd obsession for him since your brush with death. He loves to press into your flesh near your ulnar veins in your wrists, your jugulars in your neck, and press into your chest to desperately search for a heartbeat whenever you seem remotely open to it. You've noticed it, but you have decided not to press him on it. You assume it may have to do with grounding himself. After all, he once held you as you bled out, your heart rate inevitably slowing as the blood was drained from your body. No matter how experienced he is with death, that cannot be easy to brush off.

You are a little surprised to feel his mask press into the side of your neck. Normally he isn't so aggressive with seeking out your heart, but he relaxes as your jugular pounds against the small protrusion on his visage where his nose might begin if he didn't have a cavity instead. He lets his body slowly fall to the side of you, careful not to crush you or wake you. He seems unable to wholly contain himself though as he wraps his arms around you and pulls you into him further. This makes you stir a little, twitching instinctively as his hands tickle your spine and stroke your bare skin. He seems not to care, burying his mask into your neck with even more demand as your heart naturally speeds up as if you might wake up.

You aren't completely lucid, nor do you want to be. Something about him cradling you while he perceives you to be asleep is more precious than waking up to experience this more fully. Still, if he continues to excitedly explore you in a way that feels ticklish, you won't get a choice in the matter.

He begins to make a low purring sound somewhere deep in his chassis. You expend some consciousness to emit a small, sleepy whine at him. He seems taken aback at first, unwrapping his arms from around you; then he quickly registers it as an endorsement and wraps his hands around your neck and throat instead, kneading the tips of his slightly sharpened fingers into your skin before receding them moments before it would cause pain or break the skin. It's amazing. It feels so perfect. It threatens you with his strength and power but softens as soon as it might actually cause any pain or damage. It's a perfect metaphor for the strange dynamic you've come to appreciate under his affection: overwhelming and lethal power, subdued to meet you in your feeble form.

"Are you doing that on purpose?" You hear him whisper at such a low tone and volume you can barely make it out mere inches from his face.

You don't have the consciousness to answer him. You try to emit another whimper but his massaging grapple on your throat makes it impossible to get one out without it tickling against his palms. Plus you don't want his threatening kneading to stop.

"No?" He hums happily. "Even better." He takes a few moments. You aren't even sure what he's talking about. "Sleep, you're tired." He's not wrong, but you're enjoying it.

You drift a little more as he holds course with his touches. He intentionally adds nothing nor stops anything to ensure you're able to fall asleep. You struggle against your sinking awareness, wanting to stay for longer, but it's a losing battle. One of the last things you feel is his body begin to shift right as you fall into the void, but you aren't able to use it to wake up. It's too late. The void takes you.

You wake up bright and early in the morning to the strangely alluring smell of some kind of food. Your whole face is sore and your nose definitely hurts, but the lack of Revenant beside you is what bothers you the most. Unlike the past couple months, he hasn't relocated you to your own room, but you can hear the sound of paper flicking from the wall. He must be working on his wall of mapped out crimes in the city.

You sit up, quickly remembering that you stripped off your clothing before falling asleep as the blanket rubs against your bare skin. Even moreso, you become very aware of how much your body reacted to his presence; the feeling of natural lubrication dripping down your leg is both embarrassing and uncomfortable. Revenant is standing at his conspiracy collage, which has now increased to eat even more of the wall. The map now includes areas outside of the city near the warehouse districts, as well as a couple smaller scale maps of sister cities.

"Sleep well?" Revenant asks without even turning to meet your gaze. It's probably for the best, considering how red in the face you must be over the mess you've made of his bed.

"Y-yeah…" You stutter a bit, looking at how much the wall has expanded. Still no yarn connecting the pins. That would be too perfect.

"So—" He turns to meet your gaze which immediately makes your face burn with embarrassment. His head tilts up in elation at this, and you know the vicious teasing is coming. "—you missed me a lot, didn't you? I had no idea you felt so strongly about me. It's almost like you—perhaps—need me at this point?" He accentuates the 'need' part with a deep delight.

You have no retort. You know that your face must be as red as his scarf, spare where your eyes and nose are bruised and bandaged up. You avert your eyes downward.

"S-sorry…" you murmur.

"You know, I was surprised when I came back to such a nice present sitting on my bed. I wasn't sure if you wanted me to open it immediately or wait for you to be there to watch and enjoy it with me." He begins walking towards you. Your face burns worse.

"S-sorry!" You apologize, but deep down it's really just an appeal begging him to not continue. You know he'll never let this go, but you feel it's worth pleading for mercy just in case.

"I might have played with the wrapping paper and shaken the box, I hope you don't mind." He's standing over you, but slowly leans over to whisper the next bit in your ear seductively. "It was really hard not to just tear you open right then and there with how you were grinding on my thigh like that."

"Sorry!!!" You literally yell, losing all control of your volume as you bury your burning face in your hands to hide from his vitriolic and flirtatious tone. Even if you love him, your instinct is to be polite and proper around the Legends, and this qualifies as neither. You don't know how to react to him when he's like this.

Suddenly you feel yourself pushed back by your shoulders to a lying position as he begins to crawl over you. Your hands leave your face as you naturally bring them to your sides, trying as if you might have been able to catch yourself. Instead, you're met with Revenant's visage mere inches from your face. Your face burns so badly you feel yourself tear up. He's crawled over you, creating a center of gravity beneath you to pin you into place. You have no more words. You emit a chaotically cacophonous whimper, layered with desperation, worry, and anticipation.

The sound you make catches him off guard a bit. He pulls away from you to laugh villainously over you. Suddenly and abruptly, he interrupts his own laugh and leaps off of you and to his feet. He then gives the most deadpan command he possibly could, especially considering the moments leading up to it:

"Decorate your room." He begins to walk away from you and the bed, towards the door to the living room. "Then I'll open my present."

You sit back up in a desperate motion, your whole body shaking with emotions you cannot fully articulate.

"You're evil!" You hiss in his direction, not sure what you wanted but knowing full well it wasn't this.

He looks back at you with a glint in his eyes as he swings open the door, letting you be hit with a wave of pleasant scents coming from the kitchen.

"Oh good, you finally figured it out." He huffs with a proud and humored condescension. "Now decorate your room; do as you're told."

He closes the door behind him, leaving you alone with your overwhelming feelings.

"Mr. Cross? I don't mean to question your methods, but I don't believe this is necessary."

"Sure it is. What if she struggles and her nose starts bleeding again? Or what if she sneezes and the swab stabs into her brain? Or what if she pulls away and falls backward and snaps her neck?" Revenant intentionally answers right beside your ear as he grapples you excessively closely, bracing your head against his chest and securing you by your forehead on the couch. Even though you know this is a coy game he's playing, you're still fairly happy to be sitting in his lap at all.

"Those are all statistically negligible possibilities. Also she looks quite uncomfortable." The MRVN stands poised with a lidocaine-laced cotton swab, but seems unsure of how to handle the scene in front of him.

"Nonsense. I've seen a man die from a cotton swab through the brain." Revenant answers, cooing in your ear as your face burns with embarrassment.

"H-how did that happen?" The MRVN asks as his emote screen shows a shocked face.

"Oh, I put it there." Revenant growls happily, intentionally squeezing you a little as he says so. "Now hurry up, she has to pick out a wall color so you can start painting."

The MRVN doesn't question things further and gently swabs the inside of your nostrils towards the back, numbing it before the tickle causes you to sneeze. He withdraws the swab and returns to the kitchen to tend to the giant vat of broth he has been working on through the night. Revenant doesn't move to release you.

"Could you unhand me, Mister Cross?" You ask loudly while accentuating his pseudonym. He holds you closer in response.

"Oh, I don't know, are you going to behave for me?" His grip on your forehead shifts to run his fingers through your hair and wrap them into a grip. He gives a light tug on your hair with one hand while wrapping his other hand around your throat. You feel your whole body heat up in response as you whimper under your breath. "Tell me you're going to be a good little bird, and I'll let you go."

His whispers have you reeling internally. You are too embarrassed by the whole situation to really answer him. What if the MRVN hears you? You try to nod into his grip with a short, rapid movement, issuing a whimper into his hands on your throat, desperately hoping the MRVN hasn't seen you yet. Revenant chuckles at your surrender under his breath as he lets you go. You stand up from his lap and nearly fall from how shaky his little stunt has made you. You land back into the seat beside him, right up against him instead. You feel a little dizzy so you lean into him for grounding and lightly hug his waist.

"Oh, I didn't actually expect you to behave," he coos. "And here I was expecting some kind of sass from you, considering how you started there. Are you too worked up to even backtalk me? Such a shame." He shrugs as he mocks you, letting his closest arm gracefully fall around your back to hold you. His fingers stroke your spine through your shirt until it tickles. You squeeze the side of his thin leather waist for a moment, causing him to wince subtly before you sit back up to put your attention back into the laptop.

The wall color options on the website are at least a hundred too many. Even worse, there are different levels of gloss to choose from and different textures to choose from. Why does simple wall paint have to be so complicated? As you scroll, you realize it's even worse than you imagined. There are gradients, paints with flakes of other colors, and painting methods that create a scratchy or spongey look. You engross yourself in the website, only anchored to reality by the rhythmic cycle of tapping and sliding your two fingers across the touchpad to make the page scroll. You try to visualize what these might look like on the walls, but you know reality will be different.

"You need something calming. What colors feel familiar and relaxing?" Revenant's voice snaps you back. You were mindlessly scrolling and viewing the various pictures for a while there. You didn't really think about how the colors made you feel, you were more so looking for a color that would be inoffensive but acceptable.

"I was just looking through the pale taupes and such, you know. Stuff normal people paint their walls with." You murmur, scrolling through that color class.

"But do you even like those colors? They look boring." Revenant pries further, leaning forward to more closely view the screen.

"N-no, not really… but these are the colors most people go with. I didn't want to ruin the room or anything with a bad idea. It's not like I'm good at picking colors out or anything." You brace yourself internally for his chiding, which you already know is coming.

"I don't give a damn if you 'ruin' the room. You can pick the most assaulting magenta or the most disgusting green-tinted yellow they offer. It's yours. Decorate it with the same reckless abandon as a hopeless child would. Make it jungle-themed, make it all pink and fluffy, or absolutely inject it with mythical bullshit like dragons and unicorns. I couldn't care less. Just do whatever makes you feel the most safe, even if it's offensive to the condescending masses. I certainly don't give a damn what other people think. It's about time you stopped too." He finishes his tiny lecture by leaning back again and crossing his arms back behind his neck. He's no longer there to judge your choices with his watchful gaze. He's completely at ease.

You wish you felt the same. Even though he seems completely genuine, you're not sure how to throw off societal expectations so easily. Even knowing that your room will probably never be seen by anyone but a mere select few, you can't help but feel like you have to fake being a perfectly mundane adult with your choices. After all, what would someone think if they walked into a childishly decorated room supposedly for an adult? You don't like to be judged, even though deep down you know your dream room is fairly nostalgic at its core. Especially since you grew up never having your own room, your drive to choose colors and decorations more wildly is even stronger than perhaps someone who was given creative freedom before.

"Hey." You jostle in shock as his hands fall gently on your shoulders from behind. He pauses for a moment, realizing he scared you and giving you time to recover internally. "You're way too stressed over this. Don't think so hard about it, it's just a coat of paint. It can be painted over if you change your mind."

Oh.

That's… right.

It's not a permanent decision. It doesn't have to be, anyway. Paint is fixable, replaceable, removable. You can make mistakes. It's not a big deal; so why does it feel like a big deal? You take a deep breath, realizing you've been holding it as your biological lung pangs for oxygen. The other is quite calm in comparison. However, it feels heavy as you breathe in again, rattling a little at the demand to inhale so deeply.

You jolt yet again as Revenant's arms wrap around your neck, his face peeking over your shoulder as he rearranges himself to envelop you a bit.

"Flighty today, are we?" He hums. You sigh openly, realizing you're projecting some kind of personal anxiety on such a negligible decision regarding paint. Maybe if you just went out on a limb and tried something, the anxiety of needing to make a decision would lift. He's falling into an affectionate phase again, so you might as well placate him before he goes back to aloof and distant.

He squeezes you a bit and you jump yet again.

"Can I ponder for even a minute before you interrupt me?" You hiss under your breath. You're not actually that mad, simply frustrated.

"Clue me in, what's going on in that skull of yours? You keep cycling through moments of stress and calm." His voice is low, but not quiet enough to be a whisper. You're almost certain the MRVN can hear him fine, so his tone must be for your sake. He taps your temple with one of his fingers before returning to relaxing over your shoulders.

"You're tracking my vitals?" You huff a bit, trying to lean forward into the laptop and away from him in defiance. His grapple stops you cold and pulls you directly into his frame instead.

"Always." He growls deeply into your ear while nuzzling into it, causing you to freeze up as the fight or flight courses through your veins and over the surface of your spine. You twitch a little against his unfettering frame, entirely lost in the confusion and paralysis of fearful delight. You feel his frame shift as he almost assuredly beholds the prey instinct overtake you and leave you completely prone to his will. You think you hear him chuckle a little under his breath, but in the fuzzy perception of the moment you cannot be sure.

Why does he do this? He clearly enjoys it, but even more concerningly you also find yourself enjoying it. Isn't this feeling a type of fear? When did fear become fun for you? You're pretty sure he wouldn't do anything to hurt you, but you're not as sure as you probably should be. His strength is absolute. You can't move. If he wants to slice you into pieces, you don't really get a choice in the matter. You start to panic internally at the helplessness, but as you hear his chassis begin to turn over and whir into a polite purr, the helplessness feels different. Is it really helplessness if he's protective above all else? Maybe that's what's exhilarating about the whole thing: he could easily break you, but he instead aims his aggression at anything that might hurt you. Is that possessiveness? Is it healthy to enjoy it? You slouch in his grasp like a ragdoll, letting him hold you up with his irresistible strength.

"Aww, did the fretful little thing finally realize there's nothing to worry about?" He mockingly coos over your relaxed body. "You're a lot calmer than a few moments ago. Did you figure out that pigment in paint is one of the most negligible things to care so deeply about?"

You don't bother to answer him, but you try to purr a little in return. It's more of a modified relaxed snore, but it gets the point across.

"Your skinsuit lives are so short, yet you still fret over such negligible things… I remember what it's like. I once wore a skinsuit too." He mumbles to himself as he looks over you.

You watch him surveil you for a few moments before you take a large stretch and yawn openly. You sit back up to get back to the laptop as his locked hold melts to give way to your mission. You relish in the feeling of metal machinery loosening and flowing around your form, even if a few of his fingers very intentionally hover over you as long as possible. His visage nestles into the crook of your neck and shoulder, barely holding onto you by your waist.

"You know, you're distracting me with how cute you're being." You state as plainly as possible with a knowing smirk.

"I am not cute." He mutters angrily into your shoulder and neck, but not arguing further.

"Would you be opposed to a pastel gradient of sky colors?" You ask abruptly, thinking about the pretty fade of the morning red breaking from the horizon and fading to the overhead navy depths. If it's pastel, it's a bit easier on the eyes, but just as pretty. "I could make the ceiling black and speckle white on it for stars. Wouldn't that be nice?"

"Is that what you want?"

You pause, not sure if he's offering reassurance or chiding you for fishing for his preferences.

"I-I think so." You stutter a bit, not entirely secure in your freedom to choose.

"Then no, I am not opposed; and yes, it would be nice." He answers so systematically you can't help but take it as genuine and direct.

"You don't think it's a bit childish or too feminine for—"

"None of that bothers me. Make it your little habitat so you're comfortable. We can get you soft rugs, stuffed animals, plants like that catnip stuff…" He drones on as you see his wrist twirl out of the corner of your eye.

"You're aware catnip only works on cats, right?" You start playing with gradients in the online tool, including white dots for stars. Sure, maybe it is a little juvenile, but it seems pretty cool at the moment.

"Knowing you, you're such a lightweight it would work on you anyway." Revenant coos from behind you. He definitely baited you just to make that quip. "But don't worry, I wouldn't mind getting you a little loose on something stronger if you're oh-so-certain of that."

You stop for a moment, unsure if he's serious or not about his implication. You've never been high nor have you ever even considered such a thing. In the homeless shelter there were more addicts than you could count, and none of them fared well. It looked like they were almost enslaved to their need for more drugs, and it often sent them careening down rabbit holes that no one could hope to save them from. Some clawed their way out and into rehab or at the least some semblance of stability, but others got worse and worse and eventually vanished. You don't know what happened to them, but you can guess it wasn't a savory ending to anyone's story.

"I'm not really wanting to do anything like that, but thanks." You mutter as you make some gradient edits.

"Hmmn? And why not? Imagine the ecstasy. Imagine how pliable you'd be for me. Hell, it might even help you." He slows his speech down considerably for his next line, accentuating his point. "Don't you trust me?"

He nuzzles into your neck like he might bite it, sending a sizzle of nervous energy down your spine. You refuse to sound alarmed or emotional in your retort though. You want to ensure it's clear you're serious.

"I don't trust myself not to get addicted. I'm still biological…" You trail off, not sure if it's rude to point out, but you can't simply turn off a chemical addiction if it were to occur. Presumably, simulacra can reset themselves somehow, and Revenant has the added ability to shed his shell and move into a new one if he needs to. Literally nothing can stick to him if he doesn't want it to. He can always just be renewed in a new chassis, any time he chooses as far as you can tell. You ponder on it. It's neat how he can do that.

"Addicted? I'm not talking about anything that severe." He huffs, apparently annoyed at your poor interpretation of his intent. "Just something light to make you calm down and drop the façade."

"There are drugs that aren't addictive?" You ask with genuine curiosity.

Revenant reels away from you to get a good view of your face, looking for any sign that you're being cheeky with him. He finds no such evidence before gestures dumbfoundedly at you. You look at him with a bit of embarrassment before he shrugs it off and begins explaining.

"Didn't anyone teach you anything? No, not every drug is the same as the amphetamine painkillers that flooded the streets after the Frontier War. Those can and will fuck you up permanently." You turn back into the laptop, but he pinches the conch of your ear to demand your attention. "I don't want you drinking any more alcohol after your surgery. We don't need you stressing out your remaining organs."

You hold your head completely still due to his grasp on your ear, but you don't really know how to feel about this line of thought.

"Why do you want me on anything though? What do you mean by—?"

"Façade? Oh please, you know exactly what I mean." You think you might, but you aren't sure. He releases your ear just to grab your chin and force you to meet his gaze. His eyes partially lidded and his visage slightly turned up, you can tell he's trying to be as convincing and serious as possible. "That bullshit all polite members of society do. That absolute refusal to act out or express your emotions, your instincts, your rage, your joy, or even your love. It's why adults don't act like children, they have to repress almost everything. It's prioritizing survival—sure—but it's so utterly boring." He intentionally huffs air in your direction through his synthetic nostrils, causing you to flinch away and bat your eyes to fend off the drying sensation. He loses grasp on your chin but rapidly grabs your closest wrist instead with enough force to threaten the possibility of pain. He has your attention. "So, I want to know what you're really like. No tact, no worries, no need to act like reality is different than it really is."

That is precisely what you're afraid of. Despite his lock on your wrist, you yank on it, causing him to begin to crush it to hold on. A tear escapes one eye as you tank the pain, you're making a point now yourself.

"And what if I'm something you don't like, what then? My life hasn't been perfect, you know. Sometimes it's hard to hold myself together, why would I want to just lose control like that? What if I say or do something that isn't…" you hesitate, unsure of which word fits best, "…quite right? What if I never get that control back? I've seen what this stuff can do, I don't want—"

You're cut off as he suddenly squeezes your wrist just enough to shut you up. It really hurt for a brief second there. You stop resisting and go limp in his hold.

"I am aware of what hard drugs can do. That is not what I'm talking about." He hisses a bit, once again annoyed at the implication he would throw you into danger. The silence holds for a few moments before you break it.

"That hurt, you know."

"Not what we're talking about."

He won't let this go. Your wrist doesn't hurt now that his grip has loosened just enough to be firm but not crushing. As you sit there, deciding what to say next, you feel him grab your other wrist and firmly take you prisoner to this discussion. You give your wrists a weak little tug to beg him to relinquish you, but he doesn't falter even a meager bit. You sigh in defeat.

"Why do you want this so bad?" You ask in a whisper, almost unsure if you want an answer at all.

"I need you to trust me in this." He coos carefully, hanging on the word 'need' a little too long for comfort.

"It's not that I don't trust you, I just don't want to—" You pause, searching for words. "Look, I'm just scared of the stuff, okay?" You relinquish a little more of yourself admitting that. You're hoping he'll back down.

"And if I tell you that there's nothing to be afraid of, do you believe me?" He pulls your wrists closer to him.

"N-no, not because I don't want to believe you, I've just… It's not that easy." You begin to spiral a bit internally. You would love to just believe him, but that's not how belief works. Your anxiety spikes as you fear retribution for confessing disbelief, but he remains calm, now pulling you into him by your wrists. You're forced into leaning forward, so you look up at him, searching for a sign of anger or malcontent.

"You want to believe? Then just trust me." His voice sounds like a viper's hiss, even though you know he's trying to come off as seductive and convincing. It always dips a little too much into sadism when he tries both comfort and lust in the same breath. Your leaning fails you as you finally collapse gently into him, causing him to release your wrists finally. He's won. He always wins. It's not even remotely fair.

You sigh in defeat into his lap, your face firmly planted in his leathery waist. At least leather smells nice, and he's oddly warmer than usual, perhaps a bit excited by the little fight you just lost.

"Finish the order. I'm done picking colors." You murmur dejectedly into him, demanding that he at least do you a favor since you lost your position. You feel him reach over you to grab the laptop to complete the order.

As you listen to the tacking sounds of the keys, you decide against getting up. You'd much rather just lie here for a bit. There's no winning with this guy, and you're not particularly eager to do anything anymore. If you're honest, the minor jovialness you sense in his stature serves only to annoy you more, like rubbing salt in the wound. You slouch until your whole body is splayed out like a corpse in his lap, refusing to put an ounce of energy into sitting upright.

You feel him pet your head in condolence for your loss in the argument, although it makes some side of you want to bite his hand like a wild animal. Still, it feels nice enough and you're too defeated to snap. You growl under your breath as he strokes you. He openly laughs at your pathetic attempt at defiance before he returns to placing the order.

"Aw, is little Miss Raven still pouting?" Revenant teases you from the kitchen. You haven't left the couch since your argument with him a few hours ago. The MRVN picked up the paint colors and is currently painting your room, closed off to himself to prevent the paint fumes from affecting you. You're pretty sure if it weren't for the cauldron of broth that has been going for almost half a day now, you'd have picked up on the fumes already. Now that the paint colors are out of the way, Revenant also expects you to pick out rugs, new bedding, some fairy lights, wall decorations, and stuffed animals for your room. You only agreed to paint before but Revenant keeps winning these little battles, and you're just about fed up with it.

You peer over the couch's arm rest to meet his glance, just to stick your tongue out at him with your brows as furrowed as you can manage. You retreat back behind the arm rest and into the laptop again as he begins laughing at your expression of genuine but innocent wrath.

"Truly terrifying." His sarcasm cuts through his laughter as he murmurs aloud to himself. You hear the sizzle of something hitting a hot pan, but you make a point to try to ignore his cooking. You know it has to be your lunch, but you're angry at him and refuse to acknowledge that fact any sooner than necessary. "Are you opposed to spice?"

Dammit. Now you have to acknowledge it.

"No! But I don't trust you not to kill me, so don't you dare!" You hiss in a raised tone. You hear him laugh again.

"Oh yeah, I'll spice it to match your level of spice: pathetic, but there was an attempt." You hear him wheeze a bit at his own joke. You pop back up over the armrest to glare at him. He laughs harder at the rage in your eyes.

"Shut it!" You bark like a tiny dog, holding your glare and refusing to retreat until he acknowledges your demands. He merely laughs harder at your insistence, fueling your need to pout with even more anger. He ducks beneath the kitchen island and out of view from you as he laughs at you. You snort like a raging bull, but he doesn't reappear and he falls silent.

You curiously try to pivot to peer around the island, but as you do you're shocked to feel a heavy body fall over you and pin you to the couch. You squeak in surprise as you flip to show your belly to your would-be attacker, knowing full well only one being that size with the ability to adhere to ceilings. He has his hands hovering around your throat in the same split second as you gesture in surrender.

"Oh no, did I scare the tiny thing into submission? Shame." He hums condescendingly before standing up, brushing nonexistent dust off of his scarf, and walking back over to the kitchen. You're left mentally paralyzed as you hear him resume cooking in the kitchen as the sizzling sound picks up again. "Such a disappointment, you were giving off such a pompous air of defiance. I almost thought you might back it up."

You take a few moments to let your heart stop beating at the bars of your ribcage like it might try to escape. You get a wave of dizziness as the adrenaline wears off, but since you're already lying down on your back you can't quite tell if your balance is as off as it feels. You register a couple of your limbs twitching excitedly, almost as if they're recalibrating after such a scare. Finally, you feel your heart and lungs steady themselves enough for you to sit up carefully.

You don't pout anymore. You right yourself and look back in his direction. He's slaving over something in a small wok, using snappy wrist movements to get the contents to do somersaults in the pan. It smells oddly nice as it blends with the scent of the broth. It definitely has some umami notes and you recognize the distinct scents of ginger, onion, and garlic wafting over to you. The sizzling sound of the apparent vegetables cooking is unmistakable and comforting. The bottom of the wok occasionally scratches harshly against the iron stovetop grates as he shuffles it.

He's still laughing a little to himself, but the sound is mostly drowned out by the sea of prowlers shuffling about and whining at one another in apparent conversation. Six is snoring deeply on the floor as Royce charges recklessly beneath the feet of the many up-and-about prowlers, mewing as if she merely enjoys hearing herself talk. Revenant had given her some catnip the MRVN brought him earlier to prove to you "drugs aren't all bad", so you're pretty sure she's out of her right mind—assuming she ever had one to begin with. You can hear the MRVN humming a jovial tune through your bedroom door as he works alone. Despite the door being shut tight, it has failed to wholly fend off the aggressive scent of paint fumes that has slowly begun to leak through. It mixes with the scent of the food in a disconcerting manner for your senses.

"So, no more sass out of you?" Revenant prods one last time.

"You're mean. Don't you know my face is all bruised up?" You regain your pouting tone, adding a guilt trip to see if he bites.

"Smart way to talk to an assassin with a notoriously short fuse that's making you lunch." Now he sounds a little miffed. "Don't you dare try to guilt trip me for that, I had nothing to with it. Pouting is one thing, but—"

"I'm sorry." You say before he can finish. You realize in retrospect that might have come off as shifting blame for the injury onto him, and now you wish you hadn't even tried to use it for playful banter.

"Huh." He grunts a bit, perhaps not expecting you to back down so quickly. You watch as he dumps the contents of the wok into a white and black glass bowl with decorative, striped ridges on the outside dome. He doesn't pour with much grace—after all the contents don't flow particularly well—but he manages to get all but a single piece of some green vegetable into the bowl. Before you can even determine what vegetable it might have been, it rolls off the kitchen island to the floor and is swarmed by prowlers enamored by the scent of the scrap. It vanishes in a frenzy of bodies, like raw meat thrown into a tank of piranhas.

Revenant haphazardly tosses the dirty wok into the sink with a loud crash that rattles your eardrums and grabs the attention of every prowler in the room. Even Six stops snoring for a few moments to sleepily assess the situation. However, Revenant doesn't acknowledge the sound at all and shuffles around in the silverware drawer for a fork, eventually finding one and placing it in the bowl before bringing it over to you. He looms over you, not sitting down for a moment to instead gaze downward at you.

"You're forgiven… if you eat something." His voice tremolos in insidious delight at his winning streak with every argument today. He knows you can't rightly dodge eating after you just had to apologize to him—especially while he was doing you the favor of making you lunch. Of course you have to eat now. Just like you had to pick out paint colors, just like you had to relent and start picking out room decorations, just like how you had to promise him to refrain from sneaking out anymore. You feel the bruising on your face as you scrunch up your nose like a scowling raccoon protecting your garbage stance, and he once again chuckles at you.

He sits down and creates another gravity pit in the couch, resulting in you rolling into him as you lose your balance. You don't even wait for him to shove the bowl into your lap, you offer your hands to take it off of him—a gesture you don't often perform. Accepting charity gracefully has always been a weak point of yours. He seems to hesitate, initially shocked at your acceptance of your current situation, but hands the bowl over in a rush as if to hide his brief moment of confusion.

"Count this as the first time I've seen you genuinely excited to eat." He tries to cover his moment of hesitation with an explanation, perhaps also prodding for an understanding why.

"If eating is all I have to do to get forgiveness, then yeah, count me as excited." You speak without much emotion, poking the fork into the stir fry, intentionally missing any visible piece to see what you will randomly select from the bottom. It's a surprisingly colorful medley of vegetables and square pieces of crispy tofu tossed in what seems to be a basic brown stir fry sauce. It smells surprisingly good, and it really looks like a properly plated version of something you could get from any Chinese takeout. It's one of the healthier recipes you've seen, but it means it's less likely to upset your stomach. You lift the fork to reveal an impaled piece of zucchini. You don't waste much time eating it.

"Oh? Got more secrets you're keeping from me? Stuff you'd need forgiveness for?" He puffs his chest out a bit as he basks in his newfound power over your normally rebellious attitude towards him. You pause before going for another piece.

"Not really. Sorry to disappoint, but you've got all the dirt on me I can think of at this point." You poke your fork back in, lowering your tone for the next bit. "Thanks for the food, by the way."

You see Revenant adjust into an almost condescending posture as he leans into you a bit.

"Oh, what was that last part?" He whispers right into your ear. He's the worst. The only question is how much more of him you're willing to put up with today. You feel a bit at your limit for the day, so you don't volley his taunt.

"I said thank you for the food. I appreciate it." You state clearly and loudly for him. You see him visibly deflate a bit; he was clearly hoping to get into yet another teasing fight he was sure to win.

"No problem. You never eat right. You seem to entirely subsist off bursts of junk food." He crosses his arms and leans back into the couch, freeing you from his looming presence. "I get it: it's a balancing act between eating what's enjoyable and what actually gives you nutrition, but your scales are way off."

You keep eating, one piece at a time: zucchini, broccoli, onion, tofu, and now a slice of something white with purple skin. It's a little sweet and soft. You finish each piece in order before responding, letting the silence sit for a bit.

"You're right, but that's the nature of being poor and homeless. You have to live off the cheapest calories, whatever those may be, and it's almost always junk food." You are already slowing down. Your body is not used to fresh vegetables. Fiber is strangely difficult to eat quickly, so you begin aiming your fork towards the lighter tofu.

"You're not poor or homeless anymore." He almost bemoans as he lets his neck roll over the crest of the couch backrest. You halfway expect to hear the snapping sounds of air pockets escaping a nicely stretched spine, but they never occur. The whirring of the simulacra machinery doesn't even attempt to recreate the satisfying and sometimes unsettling sound.

"Yeah, I guess you do shove money at me. I haven't even checked my accounts since I was…" You trail off, thinking about it for a moment.

"Almost ripped asunder." Revenant finishes your thought more tactfully than you could have hoped to.

"…yeah, that." You poke at a slice of mushroom, trying to distract yourself from the thought of what could have happened to you had he not shown up to save you—all because of some tracking in organ replacement prototypes you were given years ago. The silence has hung for a bit, but you don't know precisely how to react.

You put the bowl down for a moment and turn to him. You're being taken by an undertow of grief, and you're not ready to drown in those feelings. You gently wrap yourself around him, preferring to stay low and around his waist, hiding under the shadow cast by his shoulder armor. Being small feels safer, like you might go unnoticed by the powers that might swallow you whole. Except for this one thing that—for whatever reason—doesn't seem to want to harvest you for whatever lust for power or money normally drives the worst humanity has to offer. Simulacra are so utterly different.

He seems negligibly surprised to feel you cradle yourself up against his waist. He carefully rights himself, giving you time to move free of the hydraulic pistons that help hold up his weighty frame. It would likely hurt to be pinched by them, so you're happy to withdraw momentarily to make room for him to adjust. You've become fairly accustomed to his natural scent of oil, silicone lubricant, metal shavings, rubber innards, and weathered leather parts. It's probably a mechanic's dream cologne, but it is many others' nightmare. You cower under his frame for a bit, letting yourself shrink into your own shadow. He gives you a few moments, never letting you melt out from under his gaze.

"You gonna be okay?" He finally asks, perhaps growing concerned, impatient, or some subtle mix of both. You feel his extended palm come to rest on your back, his fingers uncannily extended to cover from the nape of your neck to halfway down your spine. It almost feels like a series of metal snakes cozying up to your warm flesh, happily sapping your body heat for a few moments until they match its temperature.

"Can you tell me why you bother with me?" You keep your voice low, almost ashamed to ask. It could be construed as fishing for a compliment, but genuinely you don't fully understand it. You can't reconcile why this infamous bloodsports celebrity would ever give you a second thought, especially considering your baggage and faults.

He hums for a moment, letting his other hand's pointer finger rest on his upper lip, pondering. Sure, he'd given you explanations before as to why he noticed you at all in the first place, but it doesn't explain why he's sticking around.

"Honestly?" He pauses. Is he seriously asking for permission to be honest? You nod into his side a bit nervously, unsure of why he would prompt you for that. He inhales deeply before beginning. "I like how you're both terrified of me but simultaneously still insist on coming around. It's monumentally stupid of you but in a somewhat charming way since you're so damn bashful about it. You're not fanatical like some people. You're timid. You look at me with this innocent naïvety that I could absolutely crush in an instant with how fragile you are, but…" He trails off, taking a moment. "I don't want to. So I don't. You fuel my ego by willingly becoming dependent on me while you absolutely know I could do whatever I want to you… So, I decided you're my guilty pleasure, and I'm keeping you."

Was he afraid that would make you upset? In a weird and possibly unhealthy way, it's pretty endearing that he'd have a way to explain his love that sounds as unemotional as possible. You know he has humanity deep in him, so love is something he can feel, but that would be unfitting of his persona. This almost sounds like a way he's rationalized it to himself, but it doesn't answer one other piece for you.

"But why do you put up with… everything?" You shove your face deeply into his waist, feeling some of the synthetic parts squish under your pressure. You feel almost ashamed to ask, but you need reassurance. He physically winces as you press into him, but he doesn't stop you. His fingers slither back to a retracted position, resting midway down your back and feeling the ridges of your spine through your shirt.

"Fuels my ego more, really. Any debt you have, I can pay it. Any need you have, I can meet it. Anything you want, I can attain it. Any enemy you make, I can kill it." He growls the last bit so cruelly and voraciously it causes your spine to curl with fear and submission.

"It doesn't bother you at all that I'm such a mess?" You pull yourself out of his belly to look up at him, tearing up at the overwhelming relief. Your voice trembles and a tear escapes each eye. He appears surprised for a moment, then tilts his head at you a little.

"No, it really doesn't." As soon as his sentence ends, you bury yourself into him and cry. He reels back a little, not that you mind. It can be confusing to experience someone crying in relief. "You felt like a burden? Honestly carrying you is a lot easier than carrying some of the teammates I get in the Games at times…" You feel him shrug before he begins patting you awkwardly, possibly hoping you'll stop exposing his metal joints to your salty tears.

"Really?" You sob.

"Yes. And to think I was worried you were ungrateful." He sighs just a little, but in a more relaxed way than his words imply. His hand now more relaxingly strokes your back, helping you release as you cry it out a bit more.

After a short bit, the tears dry up and you feel strangely at peace. You sit up, still a bit embarrassed by your sudden moment, but still fully aware that Revenant won't hold it against you. You wipe away your stray tears with your sleeves and swallow the loosening knot in your throat, ending with a deep inhale and exhale.

"Sorry, I didn't mean to—"

"It's alright. I'm glad you asked." His delivery is too straight to be anything but the truth. "So, how about you finish your lunch and pick out some decorations? I'll help find stuff online if you're not sure what to go with."

You nod, wiping your face with deep, strong strokes of your wrist covered in a sleeve, even if it makes the bruising hurt. You're not worried about hiding your face, but the instinct to avert your gaze causes you to quickly scoop up the laptop again and begin scrolling. You don't go for the bowl again, feeling uninterested in more food. You feel his palm land on your head and aggressively mess up your hair as he gets to his feet.

"You done with this?" He asks, grabbing the bowl and placing his first foot in the direction of the kitchen. You nod, and he goes to toss the leftovers in the fridge. You inhale deeply before speaking again.

"Thank you for lunch." You pipe up, blurting it a bit louder than you intended to just to make sure he could hear it. You pick out a line of soft, pale blue lights to hang on your ceiling. Maybe they'll look like stars against the dark ceiling when turned on. They shouldn't be bright enough to keep you from falling asleep, but simply provide a nice amount of ambient glow. You have no idea how to hang them, but hooks seem like a good idea so you throw some of those in the digital cart too.

Revenant reappears in your peripheral vision as he leans over the back of the couch to linger over your shoulder. His finger points to another product on the page, listed in the margins of suggested and similar products.

"Get those too. That will work with the white flecks of paint on the walls and ceilings." It's a line of mountable black rope lights for putting around the corners of a room's ceilings. You hadn't considered that, but it's fairly genius. All the white flecks and paler wall colors will give off a faint glow as well this way.

"Good call." You place them in the cart. He immediately points to something else before you even have time to consider your next move.

"Now get that." He's practically taking over.

"Wha—? I mean, yeah, it's cute and soft looking, but is that really—"

"Get it. This is the only thing I am insisting on." He hums happily.

The scent of the broth and the paint fumes has now so heavily saturated your nasal palate that you barely find the sensation interesting anymore, except for the strong head high and faintness it provides you. You feel good, albeit a little bit nauseous and very dizzy, and it's clear that the two mechanical beings around you are painfully aware of it.

You're sitting on the brand new, white, faux fur rug on your bedroom floor, looking up at the painted sky as the MRVN finishes up mounting the black lights in the corners from his ladder. You're squeezing an oversized, equally soft and fluffy seal pup plushie that Revenant insisted you get for some reason. It's so soft and cute. You absolutely love it, but you never would have bought it for yourself without his insistence.

Royce, now down from her severe catnip high, has crashed on the couch in the living room. For such a small kitten, she emits a deep, raspy, and loud snore you can hear from a room over. You might have thought it was one of the prowlers if she didn't mew and whine in her sleep, interrupting the rhythm here and again. Six and the other prowlers have refused to set a paw in your room, probably due to the fumes being strongest in here. You can still hear Six making huffing sounds outside your door, clearly unhappy with the impenetrable wall of chemical gas. His claws scratch on the hard floor as he dances angrily as if to dodge the scents assaulting his nostrils.

The MRVN did a great job painting. The ceiling is now a deep, dark blue with all sorts of cool white specks that look like stars. The walls match the ceiling color and the top, going downward fading into a beautiful purple, red, then orange before hitting the floor at a near golden hue. The white specks naturally show less and less against the lighter background colors. The little blue string lights hang above your bed, lining the brand new canopy with sheer curtains. Per Revenant's recommendations, every new decoration is a stark white to give the appearance of being cloud-like to match the sky-like paint. The new faux fur rugs are white and poofy, the new bedding is all white and pillow-like, the loveseat now has more while cloud and blue star shaped pillows, and you're also now equipped with some white silk pajamas he insisted you try, which hang on a new set of hooks on your bathroom door.

"Ugh, I could change these bulbs out myself if the damn paint would just dry already." Revenant groans from behind you, snapping you out of your skyward trance. You bend your neck back further to look up at him, enjoying the upside-down view.

"Are the bulbs bad?"

"No, but these are better. These have controllable color options. Knowing you, that'll keep you entertained for a few hours." He balances one on the tip of his finger, careful not to drop the other three in the meantime. "Hey, put these in when you're done!" He shouts to the MRVN, tossing all the bulbs onto the bed.

"Of course, Mister Cross!" You hear from above you.

"That's honestly a good idea." You murmur aloud to yourself. "I don't get it, how are you so good at this?"

"Better question is how are you so bad at this?" He throws a hand on his pelvic segment as he glares at you. "I've been asking you to do this for weeks now, and only now did it get done because I stayed here and helped you along."

You stick your tongue out at him, knowing full well you don't have a great excuse for taking so long. Making decisions, especially with someone else's money, is a paralyzing conundrum for you. You have never had a lot of money to your name, so you don't like wasting any of it. You don't have any concept on how to be polite, grateful, and reasonable with your purchases from the perspective of someone like Revenant.

Revenant pinches the bridge of his nasal cavity again, seeing your playful look and sighing openly.

"Do you have any idea how long I've been waiting for you to get this done? It's been so long. I've been holding off on so much waiting for you to finally show some independence and drive… Now that the Games are about to start, I had no choice but to push you along."

You perk up.

"Holding off on stuff?" You lean back, lying on the floor, reaching over your shoulders to grab his ankle. "What stuff?"

"The thing you asked for a while back…" He twirls his wrist like he's trying to speed up the conversation, breaking eye contact to do so. He seems bashful about it, whatever it is. "Just, since you asked. A gift, I guess, or a favor? Whatever you want to call it."

He doesn't want to say precisely, that much is obvious. You run your hands up and down his ankles, getting a little ways up his calf before needing to come back down. He looks at you expecting the incoming question.

"Oh, what was it?" You actually don't remember what you asked him for. You think back as you stroke his leg, but can't surmise what it was. Maybe it was something you brought up while you were passed out from your surgery.

"You don't even remember? Heh, I guess it'll be a surprise then. Look forward to it. I wouldn't do this for just anyone." He hums, letting you pet him freely. This answer displeases you, so you flip over rapidly and grapple his leg like a desperate koala. Each of your limbs is tangled into a strong grip, and your cheek presses into the outer side of his thigh where the leather protects you from the cold nip of his metal chassis. Now he begins to stagger back, hoping you will let go, but you don't. He pauses for a few moments. "Let me go…" He sighs and groans in the most exasperated tone.

"No! Tell me the secret!" You squeak in a high pitch. The MRVN has stopped painting and is now looking down at you both from the ladder. He appears to be done with hanging the black lights, but he would rather watch you both from up high where he is out of Revenant's reach rather than risk descending the ladder immediately. You squeeze his leg as hard as your muscles will allow.

"You stupid little—" Revenant huffs, shaking his leg gently, "—let me go!" He shakes harder, but careful not to jostle you in a way that is discombobulating. "Raven." He's demanding your attention. He likes this name. It's becoming consistent.

You peer up at him, unsure of what to expect. Even so, something about seeing his massive stature peer down at you is as comforting as it is terrifying. Fear and admiring affection is an intoxicating mixture. You want to make him happy, both because you care immensely about him but also because his wrath is bloodcurdling. You feel your heart race and your breath pick up pace as you slowly relax your grip on him. As you let your grip be lost, you curl your back and let yourself roll down the natural slope of his foot that you find yourself perched on, landing on your back gently like a pillbug. Revenant gives a relieved sigh that sounds like it might imply an invisible grin, but without facial muscles you cannot be sure.

You curl up into a ball on the floor to complete your roly poly pill bug transformation. The paint fumes have you giggly and aloof, more willing to act like a child with an overactive imagination than usual. You blow a raspberry from within your armored stance, ignorant to the fact that you have no carapace whatsoever.

"And to think you're scared of being high…" You hear Revenant grumble. You giggle aloud, stifling any opportunity to argue with him. "Alright, I'll be back just after dark. I expect this room to be done by then, her to be fed, and also ready for bed." His voice is aimed away from you, but you hear it loud and clear anyways.

"Yes sir!" The MRVN chirps.

You go to reach for his ankle again to try to stop him from leaving, but he's already taken a couple long-strided steps away, keeping himself out of reach.

"Nice try, but I have to run an errand for you. Stay here, and stay out of trouble." He turns and rapidly vanishes in the direction of the elevator. You openly whine in his direction, but he's already gone. You must have missed the sound of the elevator chime with the sounds of your displeasure and the haziness of the fumes.

The MRVN descends the ladder and carefully walks over to the bed to grab the bulbs. As he heads back to the ladder, he pauses over you to look down at you sprawled out on the rug.

"He's very nice to you." He states so plainly, but you know he's digging a little.

"Yeah… I love him so much. I wish I was a simulacra sometimes. Then I could be around him forever…" You slur your words as your head swims, speaking much more openly than you normally would.

"O-oh!" The MRVN sounds a bit taken aback by your confession. "That's—uh—huh…" He stutters in a way reminiscent of how Pathfinder might. Love is a concept Pathfinder seems to be able to empathize with, although many MRVNs only understand it as far as a concept to imitate. You're not sure how aware this one is, but he seems to understand the severity of such a statement. As you ponder his reaction, you come to the realization that you made quite the confession. You snap to attention with breakneck speed, sitting up in a flurry to face him.

"Don't tell him I said that please! Also forget I ever said anything! I'm sorry!" You almost shout at the now staggered MRVN. He holds the bulbs up as if to defend himself from the verbal barrage, before relaxing a bit and tilting his head at you.

"Madam, don't take this the wrong way… but I think he knows it." The MRVN retorts gently.

As usual, the MRVN fails to realize his knowledge is what you're worried about, not Revenant's. You sigh with relief, realizing he won't say anything.

The MRVN hands you a bowl that took over a day of labor and boiling as the television drones on about the upcoming season premiere of the Apex Games. The bowl smells nothing short of sacred with its strong tones of rich meatiness and savory smoothness. The fume high has worn off and you find yourself more ravenous than normal, adding to the allure of the so-called ramen in front of you. It looks like something out of a television show—nothing like the prepared bricks of noodles with powder diluted in water you've become so exasperated with.

It has an opaque, golden broth hiding a bed of noodles underneath that barely crests in the center. The island of squiggly noodles is surrounded by oddly colored soft boiled eggs, some green dried vegetable that could be seaweed, some slices of braised fatty meat, some green onion slices, a strange slice of gelatin-looking spikey speech bubble with a pink swirl in it, some slab-like vegetable, and some red pieces of something. It all looks good, although you aren't sure what some of it is. You look at the bowl desperately, then back up to the MRVN for guidance.

"Should I wait for Revenant?" You sound more sad than you intended to. The MRVN takes a moment, calculating his answer.

"I do not believe so. Based on what I've seen, he would be happier to know you've already eaten rather than waited for him." He chirps with notable confidence.

He absolutely has a point there. You look down at the bowl, wanting to find an excuse to eat despite your politeness telling you to wait. You decide to give him a few moments to arrive before you dig in, motioning to the MRVN.

"Can you tell me what is what?" If Revenant fails to arrive before the end of the explanation, you're going to go ahead and eat. It's not like he can join you anyway. The MRVN perks up, happy at your expressed interest.

"Oh! Of course! This is tonkotsu ramen, which is a pork-based noodle soup from the IMC planet of Earth!" Ah, Earth. Everything seems to stem from Earth. "The broth is pork bone broth that is cooked for at least twelve hours, and the noodles are a classic wheat noodle. The eggs are known as ajitsuke tomago, and are a soft boiled egg that is pickled and marinated in a soy sauce, mirin, and sake blend before serving. The yolk will cure into the jammy texture you see there." You're already a bit lost, but the MRVN is enjoying himself. "This is shredded nori, which is simply a seaweed sheet that adds a nice seafood umami to the dish. This is chashu, which is a braised slice of fatty pork to round out the broth and add protein. These are sliced scallions which add a nice hit of onion flavor. This is a pretty narutomaki, which is a fish cake slice to add extra protein. These here are bamboo shoots which add a lot of healthy fiber and are quite filling. Lastly, this bright red pile is pickled ginger!"

He's gone through all the piles of ingredients, and Revenant still isn't back yet. You grab a spoon, looking up from the mesmerizing bowl for a moment.

"Thank you! I appreciate you explaining everything to me." You're happy to see him happy. Revenant probably isn't an easy boss to have for a MRVN, they always seem to attract his attention in the worst way possible. At least this one is patient and kind.

He points to the television screen with a brightly lit joy emoji on his screen.

"Look! Twins!" He's beaming.

You turn your attention to the television to see a pre-recorded special running, hosted by the new Legend known as Valkyrie. She's giving a review of a local ramen stand somewhere in the city, holding a massive bowl of tonkotsu ramen not much unlike yours. She's also holding an oversized bottle of beer in her other hand, casually holding a conversation with the owner about his history with food, opening the stand, and how he came up with the recipe. She seems to know him well, and the conversation is as informative as it is fun to watch. Something about the casual way she approaches chats, swigging back her beer, and even her posture as she leans over the counter is very reassuring. Honestly you couldn't have asked for a better thing to watch while you dig in.

The first bite is like heaven. You hadn't realized the beauty of an oasis that homemade ramen could be, since all you had ever known was the desert of quick ramen. You regret ever letting the thought of ramen get you ill. This is real food. You fight back tears swelling in your eyes from the temperature and steam, refusing to slow down for anything.

You roll over on the couch, Valkyrie's ramen review has now ended and it's shifted back to a discussion of the new rules for an upcoming qualifying match for this season. Apparently some of the top players have slacked their way into needing to qualify for the main Games again, but you're not listening very hard. Your belly groans in satisfied fullness from your meal. You've never really finished anything quite that quickly or ravenously before.

"Still waiting?" The MRVN checks on you, apparently concerned for you loafing about. "You know, I am certain he won't pitch a fit if you go to bed. I can get you there if you like."

"Mmm, no… I'll wait here for him, but thank you." You mumble, clearly becoming very lethargic from the gorging and the fume high.

"Okay, just let me know if you change your mind." He shuffles over to a corner of the room, sitting himself down on the floor. He's cleaned the kitchen and is out of chores for the day, so he plugs into the wall and begins the overnight process of charging himself. You know he will wake from his sleep mode if you call out to him, so you don't feel as lonely in this situation as you might have otherwise.

The television drones into a low buzz, even though you can see the people's lips moving. You feel like your body is beginning to float like it's suspended in water, but you are very clearly still on the couch. The last remaining lights that are on in the room feel as if they begin to dim, even though you know they aren't. You fight to stay awake as seconds begin to feel like minutes and minutes begin to feel like hours. You lose track of time, sinking into a state of unconsciousness that is made all the more peaceful by the lingering taste of ramen.

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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.

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