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scaryman-fancam · 3 months

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The untapped potential that is the ship Revhound is fucking crazy guys, please hear me out

Revhound (Revenant x Bloodhound) Headcanons/Drabble!!

warnings: canon typical violence, blood, suggestive themes

- Let’s say all prior Revenant headcanons I’ve listed are correct in this scenario. Like, Revenant does have an extremely accurate sense of smell, can smell fear, blood, etc., right?

- Bloodhound’s whole thing is being a tracker. Revenant, the perfect assassin. Putting them against each other creates an interesting game of hunter vs. hunter.

- I imagine that they would definitely hold some sort of respect for one another. They’re both aware of each other’s reputation, and both believe the other is a bit of wasted potential. Bloodhound thinks Revenant could be just as perfect a tracker as them, if not even better, while Revenant believes Bloodhound could do with a little more aggression and durability.

- With Revenant’s Forged Shadows, he can afford to push hard on a target once he’s got them where he wants them. Bloodhound doesn’t have this sort of ability, but they could certainly benefit with some sort of training, perhaps? Withstand defensive attacks a little better and push harder, and if only Revenant had some way to practice putting his heightened senses to use…

- They can help each other train, maybe. Run away to a heavily forested area with crazy terrain, start off miles from each other. Bloodhound shows Revenant how to utilize his keen sense of smell to track, while Revenant forces Bloodhound to push themselves further every time.

- It’s truly vicious. Primal even. At first, Bloodhound does well to evade Revenant, to lure him into a space where they have the upper hand. After a weekend, Revenant has already found his groove in these new skills. Tracking down Bloodhound is the easy part. The chase, the fight, is where things get interesting.

- Revenant is unrelenting. Doesn’t need air or water or rest for weary muscles. Bloodhound is brought to their very limit and forced to take the leap, hoping to catch on something and learn to carry on even when their body aches. Learn to know when it’s time to turn and fight.

- They goad each other into becoming the (best? Worst? Most terrifying?) versions of themselves. Weekend after weekend when they’re not scheduled to play in the games, they’ve run off to train. It becomes more than routine. It’s instinct. The thrill of the hunt, the blood, the dirt and the metal shavings left on thorns and discarded axes, the familiarity of one another, the bond of finding one another, and fighting until the other gives out, only to give mercy in the last second. They can’t kill one another, no, then the fun will end.

- They’re constantly adapting to one another. Bloodhound leaving a trail of brittle leaves and branches, only for Revenant to learn to stalk quieter over them. Revenant climbing into trees above to try and get the drop of Bloodhound, only for them to begin spotting the crude marks of metal claws on the sides of trees from far away.

- Revenant feels alive. Bloodhound explores a brutal side of themselves, becoming more aggressive just to be able to match the simulacrum. They need these getaways like they need blood in their veins or coolant in his system. The games are too impersonal, too safe for live broadcasts for thousands of fans watching. It’s private when they’re away, it’s sacred, it becomes a second home, or rather a true home in comparison to the cots back at headquarters, or the living spaces provided by the games.

- It could become something more. Defeat and victory after a bloody battle with promised mercy, boundaries that are never crossed for the sake of doing this dance again and again. Admitting defeat at each other’s hands becomes allowing victory in the arms of one another. It’s an odd form of trust, allowing each other the privilege of beating them down until they’re within the last stretches of consciousness.

- Suddenly recovery isn’t spent alone, the trek back to headquarters and silence in their rooms. It’s staying a little longer in the privacy of abandoned buildings and crowded forests, tending to the wounds inflicted upon each other. Revenant’s hands coated in blood are the same hands that dress Bloodhound’s bloodied limbs; Bloodhound’s finger tips grazing the metal of Revenant’s form, searching for the last few bullets and thorns.

- Bloodhound learns the ins and outs of this simulacrum, having partially disassembled him to remove a splintering branch. Learns that he can feel, not just pain, but also tenderness. They learn that the feather light touches and gentle pressure earn sounds akin to purring, those burning yellow optics flickering and dimming. Revenant doesn’t sleep, but he can remember the comfort of soft sheets and a warm bed, a safe place to dream when he finally accept the embrace of his rival.

- Revenant learns that same tenderness. Hands crafted to be efficient blades can sooth the cuts they dealt. The cool, blunt, metal finger pads learn the pressure that eases bruises. His prize for winning today is the honor of cradling Bloodhound rather than the reversal. He doesn’t know when it became a prize, but victory was no longer as simple as the rush of pride when Bloodhound landed in a bloodied, exhausted heap. Victory was the sweet reward of seeing the other so vulnerable and trusting. Trust the other not to finish them off in a secluded place. Trusting the not to leave them to fend for themselves. They knew the weakest points of each other, how to take apart and put back together one another.

- Revenant learns what’s under that mask- the goggles too. Bloodhound finds every latch and groove in the metal of Revenant’s form. They know each other’s skin better than their own. It’s only a matter of time before they’ve memorized one another inside and out. The hunt, the chase, the battle, the recovery; they become a courting ritual. Proving that they’re worthy of one another, with violence and tenderness, with warm blood and cold metal.

#apex legends #revenant apex legends #revenant #implied violence #revenant headcanons #canon typical violence #apex revenant #apex legends bloodhound #Revhound #revenant x bloodhound

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scaryman-fancam · 4 months

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Sanguine

Revenant x Reader

content: angsty & smutty drabble, I guess a happy ending? bit of a warm up for my longer story on ao3. gn!reader

word count: 1k

He could offer you nothing.

During dark hours where his metal hands slithered along your body is when he felt this realisation most deeply. He could give you no warmth, no child- he couldn't even kiss you. Kaleb wasn't even sure if he could love you, a simple thing to most, but to him, one who hadn't felt the touch of such a thing during centuries of life, he wasn't sure at all.

And yet, time and time again, you came to him.

You pressed hot kisses against this face forced upon him and sighed in content at each one. His fingers knead the flesh of your hip as you straddle him in his plain, undecorated room, and he listens as your heart thrums quick and hard between your ribs. He undoes your shirt buttons deftly and hums as your hands move to cup his face.

He was vile. He was the villain in countless stories, the shadow waiting in the dark; he'd told you so countless times. Months upon months piled up like paperwork, but for some reason, you continued to disregard his verbal attacks and senseless force. You stayed, a thorn in his side that continued to remind him that he was still much too human. When he fucks you like a man starved, he finds himself yearning for his long-dead body, for his blue eyes and smooth voice, not for himself, but for you. So you could be normal, you could be warm, and safe, and content. So you could feel more than steel and rage with your gentle touch.

He brushes his unmoving, metal lips over your neck as your shirt is thrown across the room. He knows that you'll leave him- of course you will. As he helps you discard your shorts, he thinks, and he knows. How could you ever be content with a monster? With a monster who lacks every desirable aspect of humanity, with a monster who can't mutter out I love you, even when it weighs down on his fake tongue and strangles him with its twisting fingers.

And as he enters you, silicone and steel, he knows he will never be enough. No amount of metal can recreate what you need, what you deserve. His hands squeeze your thighs as he fucks up into you, carnally, face shoved into the crook of your neck to stifle his own noises as you moan his name, his real name, and he thinks of what a sick joke his life is; he holds perfection in his hands, he hears it cry his lost name, but he will never be enough.

"Are you okay?" Your voice comes out breathy, broken, and Kaleb stills within you. You bring a hand to his face, guiding it away from your neck. Of course, you could decipher nothing from his expression, for it never changed, still as the mountains no matter the situation. But you could tell from his silence that something was bothering him behind those yellow eyes.

"Yeah." Is all he says, and leans in, waiting for you to press a warm kiss against his cold lips. And you do, humming as he moves his hips again, slowing the pace slightly.

You want to prod; you want to beg him for his real thoughts. But getting those out of Kaleb was nigh impossible. Rarely, on a cool summer night stargazing, something about his past or present turmoil will spill from his lips, and you cherish it, you love his words because you love him. But you knew that pushing him for vulnerability was a mistake, no matter how much your heart hurt for him.

And he knew he was stupid. He knew that he was ruining the one good thing in his pathetic life by not opening up, by fucking you and pretending there was nothing to it besides lust. His eyes are trained on you as you throw your head back with a moan; he eyes the bead of sweat rolling down your neck, he eyes your lips, your closed eyes, the curve of your nose. He feels the ghost of his heart flutter and thump with humanity, and he hates it.

He hates it because he knows, deep down in the pitiful thing he calls a soul, he knows that you will leave him. He knows that this will not last, that the butterflies in his chassis that swarm when he sees you will die, because you will realise that he can offer you nothing. He shoves his face back into your neck as he cums, mechanical hips stuttering against your bruised skin, a synthesised groan of both ecstasy and agony crawling from his throat.

You drag him down into bed with you, and unlike every other time, you are met with no resistance. You cling to his metal frame like ivy, sighing at all the words left unsaid that linger in the air, making it stale and unbreathable.

"Kaleb?" You ask with a nervous lilt.

"Hm?" His hum sounds somehow exhausted.

"You know I'd never leave you, right?"

"I know. You tell me this every day." He wants to slam his head against the wall for responding to your sincerity with sarcasm. Yet, despite your constant statements, he can't bring himself to believe you- because he knows better. He knows that eventually you'll run off. As soon as you get a taste of the humanity absent in Kaleb through someone else, you will leave. It'll fill your lungs and pump through your heart like fire, and you'll be wondering why you wasted your time on him at all.

But, even so- as you mumble against his chest and hold him somehow tighter, he can't crush that fluttering of hope inside him that maybe...

Maybe you won't leave.

#apex legends x reader #revenant x reader #THIS IS INSANE AND SO GOOD?#sobbing

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scaryman-fancam · 4 months

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Nice to me!?

First Chapter | Previous Chapter | Next Chapter

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

Merry Carcasses and have a Happy True Fear!

(Warning: this chapter is NSFW so hit the mature version below the cut if that is your preference!)

#fanfic #revenant x reader #revenant #apex revenant #apex legends revenant #this is literally one of my favorite fic writers of all time #no one writes revenant as good #my food #my dinner

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scaryman-fancam · 4 months

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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.

#revenant apex legends #apex legends #apexlegendsfanfic #fluff #lil smut #CHEFS KISS #revenant x reader #love love love revenant who isn’t soft yet he’s capable of softness in his own way

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scaryman-fancam · 4 months

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Revenant rambles - potential fic worldbuilding? - canon typical violence

- Sometimes I wonder about fans of the Apex Legends in universe. Obviously there would be fangirls, fan blogs, etc etc, I wonder how Revenant specifically would feel about them? He does tend to be a bit vain and egotistical, but simultaneously has a strong distaste for others. I can easily imagine him hating the attention, believing it to be stupid and annoying, but also, maybe he’d like it? Knowing he has adoring fans supporting him and fawning over him would definitely be a power trip, but I’m just not sure if he’s all that egocentric.

- I know this has been said before but I’d love to expand on Revenant’s voice lines sometime, especially the ones where he says things like, “Smell that? First blood,” or “that’s the sweet aroma of fear,” or even the one where he straight up just sniffs? I’d love if the game itself would expand on that but for now I plan to implement it in future fics. Like, if he can smell fear and blood, who’s to say he can’t smell other things? Like stress, anger, sadness, etc.? It’d be a great tool for him, being able to tell what they’re feeling without being able to see their face or read their expressions. Pretending to be stoic wouldn’t work against him. He’d probably get really cocky about it, too, being able to read someone so easily.

- I thinks it’s really interesting how human Revenant still is. In his introduction trailer, one of the first things we see is him attempting to shave. He didn’t quite realize he wasn’t human anymore yet, but in terms of Revenant lore, realizing he isn’t human is a fairly recent revelation. Loba is 36, and her parents were attacked when she was 9, and if that really was the instant he realizes he’s not human, he’s only been aware of his circumstances for a little over 20 years. There’s so much about this that’s so interesting to me. It gives us really interesting insight on what his mind must have been like. For example, did his programming prevent him from questioning the passage of time, or maybe it prevented him from questioning how he had lived for so long? He complains about dying over and over again, what did he assume was happening before realizing he wasn’t human anymore? Did he believe it to be a bad dream, or maybe he just ‘got lucky’ and wasn’t beyond saving? I wonder what he was capable of as Kaleb Cross, did he question his abilities he has as a simulacrum, or was he programmed to believe he always had these powers?

#apex legends #revenant #implied violence #revenant apex legends #revenant headcanons #sorry I’m obsessed with him #there’s more to say but it’s not quite expressed properly I’ll post it another day

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scaryman-fancam · 4 months

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i know nothing about apex but i watched a red robot sing like a disney princess and drew it in class

#apex revenant #revenant #apex legends #dreamy sigh

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scaryman-fancam · 5 months

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REVENANT HEADCANONS - misc - How he shows affection - undefined reader relationship

- Revenant can only vaguely recall what it was like to interact positively as a human, with other humans. And even then… he can’t discern when his form became metallic, either, so it’s safe to say he’s not good at this, nor experienced. He’s seen how other legends attempted to flirt with you, whether it be Elliott showering you in stupid, cheesy one liners, or Maggie coming around your side when you aren’t looking to wrap an arm around your shoulders and pull you close. It makes him burn with jealousy, and he can’t picture himself using their tactics. He resents you, only a little, for allowing yourself to be handled so affectionately by others. Don’t you know that you’re his?

- He tries to come up with his own way to make his feelings known, he has to be different from the others! He has to leave an impression! So he takes every opportunity he can to be a jerk to you. When you’re spacing out, he flicks you on the forehead, taking joy in the way you wince and the little welt that forms in his wake. If he catches you alone, he might follow closely, quietly, until he finds the right moment to grab the back of your head and accuse you of having poor situational awareness. He assures you, albeit mockingly, it’s good it’s him you ran into, otherwise you might’ve been ambushed!

- He’s not good with words, or with physical affection. He doesn’t know how to be sweet, or how to sound romantic. His voice is just so rough now, any attempt at sweet talking comes out condescending, mocking, even cruel. He’s tried talking in his room, rehearsing something to say to you, only to find himself angry with the results, and bitterly jealous of the charming voices his competitors have, Octane with only a slight rasp and a playful energy that always draws a giggle from you, or Seer with a smooth and melodic voice that seems to keep your attention. He finds himself insecure, if it were ever possible in this form. Inhumanly fast and strong, vicious and cruel, and now he misses humanity more than ever. He finds himself sulking when it’s more than the two of you alone, withdrawing into himself, scraping metal shavings away as he tries to hold himself together, to keep himself from tearing out the vocal chords of anyone who dares to talk sweet with you.

- Eventually he’ll resort to gifts. He’s studied you closely enough that he knows your tastes, always knows what you need or want, and lucky for him, he’s been the star of a live bloodsport for a while now, and he has all the means to spoil you rotten… if only he didn’t find himself somehow shy about it. He ends up leaving gifts in your room, he wouldn’t dare get caught actually putting a delicately wrapped gift in your hands, and he realizes that you’d wonder why he was getting you anything. He finds that he’s more than likely not ready to tell you how he feels, or if he ever will be. Instead he decides to ward everyone else away, and leave you gifts, especially wearable ones. Bracelets, or earrings, or maybe even miscellaneous items like hair ties, or perfume, chap stick, sunscreen, or conditioner. This way, he’s marking you, isn’t he? He’s providing for you, you put yourself together this morning using the things he left for you. He feels sick and giddy all at the same time.

#apex legends #implied violence #revenant #revenant apex legends #revenant headcanons #canon typical violence #revenant x reader

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scaryman-fancam · 6 months

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REVENANT HEADCANONS - misc - How he handles his affection - implied violence/canon typical behavior - undefined reader relationship

- Revenant is by no means a romantic individual. You won’t be receiving flowers or chocolates, or many gifts at all for that matter. He won’t write you poems, he can’t write much about his feelings anyway. Instead his affection manifests in an obsessive way. His experience and skill set as a perfect murder bot come in handy when it comes to you. He follows you and watches oh so carefully, soaking in every detail of you, memorizing your body language. He teaches himself your patterns, your reactions. You are living, by no means entirely predictable, but he becomes so familiar that he *craves* your reactions and interactions, even if they’re anticipated. He’ll call you over, and internally screams at the bit of nervousness in your eyes as you approach him. You give a smile to mask your apprehension. You don’t look directly at his eyes, kind of to the side. *He anticipates all of it.* He’s so familiarized with your routine that every time you act out your mannerisms and personal social routine, it’s like a dopamine rush, if he still had that.

- He has a lot of trouble processing his feelings. He’s so used to being angry, programmed to channel that rage into violence and destruction. So used to his feelings ultimately ending in his hands bloodied, the thrill of his successful hunt coursing through his circuits, hardly even a disillusion of a man, only a horrible shadow of a beast. When he’s suddenly instead filled with a warm, fluttery feeling and a distinct thrum of infatuation, he copes the only way he knows how. He spends hours in the firing range, tearing targets apart with his bare hands (claws?) when the sound of bullets hitting the metal no longer satiates the feeling. The poor thing becomes overwhelmed, you have him in such a precarious situation. He is practically throwing a tantrum, reduced to thrashing and attacking the targets, the ground, screaming, clawing, overheating. It’s been so long since he’s been human, he can hardly remember how he coped with these feelings before.

- His tummy butterfly induced tantrums bleed out into the games as well, especially if you’re on his team. Ten times the merciless murderbot he normally is, if he weren’t restricted to guns and grenades, surely he’d tear straight into the enemy team with his bare hands, a brutish and carnivorous display of what he’d do to keep you his team alive. The games wouldn’t be aired live if he got to act out on what was nessecary to burn off the excitement of the feelings you gave him, but the second you’d congratulate him on wiping out that squad, with that sweet little twinkle in your eye, that sound of triumph, he’d need to do it all over again. He’d flick you on the forehead, or give you a shove as he walks past to a death box, “Too early to celebrate, skin suit. Still 5 more squads left.”

- He would often think about how you’re just a living flesh bag. The thought alone would excite him if it were anyone else, but this undeniable vulnerability and fragility of your being has him on edge. In the games he has to remind himself that you’re always a revive away if something happens. There’s a respawn beacon nearby, he can get you back. But outside the games? All of the lurking has become both his favorite pass time and his self proclaimed purpose. If he’s caught? “I’m keeping you safe, skin bag. Never know who’s lurking around the corner. After all, you didn’t see me coming, did you?”

#apex legends #implied violence #revenant #revenant apex legends #revenant headcanons #revenant x reader #canon typical violence

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scaryman-fancam · 6 months

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IT | Revenant x Reader

just dumb shit lol.

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The reader wonders whether the simulacrum comes equipped with ‘IT’

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#revenant x reader #AYAAYYYY

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scaryman-fancam · 8 months

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REVENANT - misc - how Revenant behaves during a crush - implied violence/canon typical behavior

- Revenant would never tell you he has feelings for you. Likely you’d draw your own assumption based on the instances you’d caught him following you, a silent chase you’d chosen to ignore as it never ended in your demise. You had caught him one night, but didn’t want him to know you’d seen him. How would you escape him otherwise? You play it cool, deciding to extend your walk home to 30 minutes, avoiding heading directly home, or to anyplace you would be cornered. 30 minutes came and gone, and he still followed. The longer you were out, the less people you saw, and he was still following. If he were to kill you… why hadn’t he yet? Was he toying with you? You give up and hurry home, hiding in your home and waiting for his ambush, but you survive another day. The next few nights are the same. It almost becomes routine to watch for his reflection behind yours in shop windows across the street out of the corner of your eye, or to listen to the eerily soothing sound of his quiet footfalls some distance away. He mimicked your step pattern, hoping you’d believe it was an echo, but by now you’d grown fond of the quiet metal scraping that shadowed your own steps. He’s like a guard dog, in a way.

- If you were a fellow legend, you’d be extremely aware of this emotional affliction of his, whether you were certain it was positive or negative though, is really a toss up. Many of the other legends worry about your safety. They had never seen Revenant behave so strangely, so they assume he’s got some grudge against you. On the field he’s either right up against you, observing you a little too closely, those glowing eyes burning into the back of your head as you try to ignore him and focus on the game, or he’s criticizing and questioning your every move.

- This may just be Revenant’s first ‘crush’ since becoming a simulacrum. He doesn’t understand it quite yet, so instead of being nervous around you, he feels agitated. Everything to do with you makes him feel… funny. You must be messing with his programming, or something, or at least that’s what he assures himself. So starting off he is more aggressive, chastising you for getting too close or being too chatty, and even chasing to interrogate you when he witnesses you hanging around coworkers like Crypto, Loba, or Caustic. Are you teaming up with the hacker to do something nefarious to him? Or have you formed a pack with Caustic to weaken his defenses and dissect him once in for all? He does manage to realize his feelings once he discovers he’d be more upset by a third option: you are simply getting to be ‘closer’ with any of them.

- He definitely throws tantrums, and they aren’t pretty. He is usually an unreadable person, especially because he can’t make facial expressions, but when he’s jealous? He’s still unreadable but just frighteningly so. He sulks away after seeing Elliott “innocently” talking to you about a “mirage a trois,” his hands extended fully as he drags the claws along the ground, the walls, the doors, the windows; pulling up carpet, scraping paint off the walls, and pulling doors a little too hard, leaving them hanging crooked off of their hinges. Once he finally has a moment of peace and solitude, whether that be in the training grounds or in his quarters, he destroys EVERYTHING in his path. Its not until there’s so much gunshot residue on his hands that it’s making his metal joints stick that he finally gives it a rest, jamming the gun through one of the dummies as a final “fuck you” to the substitute for the object of his current hatred. You wouldn’t see him for a few days, that’s for sure. He’d try not to hold it against you, but if he finds that you’re not on his team, he’ll use the opportunity to satiate his grudge against you, and to feel needlessly close to you again.

#apex legends #implied violence #revenant #revenant apex legends #writing #fanfic #cursing #sorry it’s short I kinda ran out of ideas

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scaryman-fancam · 9 months

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REVENANT HEADCANONS - misc - (he is pining after reader) - implied violence/canon typical behavior

- When crushing on you, there’s definitely an internal conflict of his robotic assassin programming vs. what humanity is left of him. He remembers what it was like to be human, yes, and well, since you *are* human, he tries to refrain from letting his programmed instincts take over as to not scare you away. More often than not, he fails. He doesn’t mind, though, the thrill of hunting you, whether it be metaphorically or physically, is something he’s much more comfortable with.

- He finds himself following as close as the nearest shadow will let him when you’re out. He knows not to get too close and scare you away, and treats it like any of his missions. He’s ‘casing the joint’ so to speak, learning your routine, your vulnerabilities, your blind spots- but simultaneously he is making mental notes of things you like. He’s investigating shops you frequent, examining your favorite items at the store, pacing back and forth down your favorite aisle at the library/game store/etc., re enacting your routines for himself, wondering what makes lol of these things so important to you.

- Part of the joy he finds in knowing such mundane things about you, is that it’s like a small reminder of what it was like to be human, but re introduced in an exciting way. He remembers also having a favorite food when he notices the repeat items on your weekly grocery lists. He especially is overjoyed when you take care of your appearance. Before he realized he was a simulacrum, he loved to mock the routine of caring for his face. In a strange way, seeing you do anything of the same caliber (brushing your hair, your teeth, washing your face, smiling in the mirror, etc..), is such a rush for him- that little bit of humanity left in him is shared with *you,* and it’s just wonderful.

- In the case that you happen to also be an Apex Legend, you’ll find that he’s almost always in your peripheral vision. If he’s not on your team, he finds himself both immeasurably disappointed and equally delighted. There’s no greater joy than accidentally finding your trail while looting, and following it, hoping to catch you off guard, or better yet, strayed away from your teammates so he can take his time with you. Most of your fellow Legends think the two of you have some sort of past- maybe one that rivals the one he shares with Loba! The way he finds himself being extra brutal in his executions, or even dragging them out so he can listen to your pleas for mercy for just a little longer. Maybe you’ve noticed how much sweeter his voice becomes when he’s about to send *you* into a deathbox… “Look into my eyes… I want to remember this.”

- While on a team with you, unsurprisingly he is aloof and cold as usual. Sneering at you and your third teammate, complaining about you both slowing him down, and even leaving you behind to trail a straggler of an enemy squad. Then during the heat of a battle, you find yourself downed, and from seemingly nowhere, he’s in your face, secretly relishing in the fact that he gets to be so close to you, despite his outward appearance of scolding you and insulting you for letting yourself get to this point as he revives you. You’re just cover to him, and he should’ve dealt with you himself… That instant of holding your hand as he yanks you back to your feet… if it weren’t for the traces of your blood on his hands, it’d be a picture perfect moment for him. Or maybe the blood adds a special touch?

- Outside of the games, he stays far away, or at least out of sight. He’s a killing machine after all. It’s one thing to kill you in the games, after all, that’s not the *real* you, and your teammates might even respawn you, but in the real world? You might as well be made of glass. He is by no means a gentle individual, and he knows it. He wants nothing more than to feel you outside of a life or death situation. How would your face feel in his hands when you weren’t trying to crawl away, without his fingers catching on your cheek and drawing blood? What’s your heartbeat like when you’re calm? It’s been so long since he was living, so he can just barely remember the feeling of a real beating heart inside his own chest, and he wishes he could remember life through you.

#revenant headcanons #revenant apex legends #revenant #apex legends #headcanon #implied violence #canon typical violence

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