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apexland · 3 years

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New Season, Same Old Idiot.

Mirage x Reader (Season 7)

Warnings: None! Gender Neutral

"Rise and shine" followed by a thump to my forehead woke me out of my sleep, only to wake up to the sight of Mirage standing beside my bed with a his usual mischievous grin. "No-get out" I muffled into the pillow, turning around and attempting to pull the cover over my head to drown out the now perky tune Elliot was singing but the covers were soon yanked from my head. "C'mon y/n, time to get movin' Olympus is on the Horizon" He said, whilst trying to hold back his laugh due to his witty pun. Holding back smile, I eventually sat up.

"Can you get out I need to get changed, you idiot", he simply nodded before walking out but leaving one of his 'decoys' still standing.

“I know that's you", but it was followed by a stretched out silence, after letting out a sigh I quickly jabbed the 'decoy' in the stomach causing Mirage to let out a groan. "Out!" He quickly threw his hands up in surrender, "W-what how'd you know it was me!"

"It'll work some day" He muttered to himself defeated that he didn't get the bamboozle over on me.

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"Dropship inbound" the AI voice rang out over the comms. Horizon was staring out out of the small windows of the dropship, it must be hard for her coming back here. "You okay?" I asked her, she turned to me forcing a smile onto her face -"Aye, I'm fine. Just looking forward to showing you lads n' lassies how it's done" She let out a laugh, but hiding the sadness she probably felt from coming back to Olympus, "Come on newty" I gave a smile, watching as the small drone followed behind her.

"Ah, let's go let's go let's go" Octane eagerly said whilst cranking a bolt on his right leg. "Eh, Chey do you think you can mend this thing" He said whilst giving his leg a kick out. Lifeline rolled her eyes before muttering "this boy".

The teams eventually flashed up on the screens but before I could even look to see the two legends I was paired with I heard Mirage’s voice echo, "Hey sunshine, look, you get the pleasure of being on my squad, ain't that great"

Flashing his signature grin, but in contrast to Revenants growl "stupid skinsuits"- which at the start chilled me to the bone but overtime being in the arena with the murderous robot, it still chills me to the bone. But, a squad was a squad none the less and now the collective goal was to win, stepped into the same platform, after the familiar loud buzzer sounds we begin be lowered slowly above Olympus. "So, uh- where are we headed guys" Mirage said as we were all taking in the sights. Scanning around I eventually spotted a place that peaked my interest, "what about the big dome" I half yelled over the noise of being so far up in the air. "Let's go already!" Revenant growled, jumping from the platform we all took different buildings to grab loot from inside the dome.

Luck was not on my side when I looted the building, finding no armour along with a P2020, and only one stack of ammo until I spotted a purple evo "About time" I muttered to myself but as I got closer I spotted Mirage also going for the armour, "Back off!” I yelled at him, only to be returned with a smirk from the bamboozler.

"As if, I was here first sunshine. But if I see another one I'll be s-sure to shoot it you way". Just as he was about to lift the armour, I quickly put down a blaze of fire, between him and the armour.

"I seen it first, it's mine" He only laughed "There's the scorcher I know". "Go ahead y/n take it, I'm sure you'll need it more than me anyway" He said jokingly but knowing it would get under my skin, rolling my eyes I grabbed the purple armour and we continued to rotate through Olympus.

"Skinsuits over there" Revenant spoke, I spotted Caustic going into the building but immediately the door was blocked by one of his traps. "Who is he with?" I asked, looking down the scope of the triple take I had found inside one of the loot bins close by, but couldn't see who was with the toxic trapper. "Bloodhound and Bangalore” Mirage commented. “Have you got a shot sunshine”

“No or else I would have took it, genius” Mirage put a hand on his heart acting hurt by my comment before he mumbled a ‘leave it to me’ as he left the cover of the rock getting closer to the building, I looked at Revenant with a look of confusion and if the murderous robot could express himself, I think he would have the same look. As Elliot got closer, I watched as he sent off one of his decoys over the door and low and behold the door opened, quickly looking down the scope of the sniper I took the shot seeing Bangalore hit the floor.

No words were spoken only the sound of Revenants totem sounded beside me and I knew that was the signal to push in, Bloodhound quickly used their scan and we were exposed, our first obstacle was getting around the toxic traps that lay at the the door I quickly sent another blaze of fire at the door which took both the entire door and trap out in a flash before we pushed in, they had retreated to the back of the building probably attempting to go for the revive.

“Send a decoy to bait them out” I said to Mirage in the hopes they would show their position and they did, still under the cover the Revenants totem, with the help of a kick of the door from my squad, I pushed in and released my ultimate which was a pool of fire that quickly started to damage the enemy squads armour and as the returned to the totem and pushed in again knowing they were low with no time to heal.

“Well played squad” Mirage said triumphant with his hands up in the air awaiting a high-five.

“We’ve still got another 4 squads to get through” I said picking up the extended energy magazine and equipping it. “C’mon, we’re the dream team. We’ve already won” As if he had just jinxed it himself, the sounds of Rampart’s turret sounded, oh shit.

“Get down!” I yelled as we dove for cover, the bullets hitting the wall were fierce as we were stuck in the one spot. Revenant growled as he turned around and targeted the turret with one of his silences, which quickly put a stop to Sheila. Throwing a few grenades to break the line of sight as I pushed Mirage’s shoulder to move and we ran out the door, leaving behind a blaze of fire at the door to prevent them from pushing.

But our squad got separated as the sound of Gibraltar’s ultimate sounded and we all took off seeking cover, but as the air strike hit the sound of Revenants comms cut off, meaning he had gotten downed. “Shit, shit, shit!” I whispered to myself trying my best to reload the volt with a shaky hand.

“You still alive sunshine?” Mirage's breathless voice sounded over the comms.

“Yes, I think the rest of the squads have made an appearance” Taking a peek over the rock only to get skimmed with a bullet from Lifeline with a Sentinel perched on top of the building.

“Make a run for the building to your north, I’ll meet-”

“I’m pinned down, there’s a red dot pointed at me and if I move I am done for” I said, I was about to tell him to wait it out and see if he could get the jump of the last squad at the end until I just heard a faint ‘give me a sec’.

“MOVE NOW!” I trusted his word and made a b-line for the building to the north, but as I spotted Mirage at the door, I hit the floor as bullet hit me straight in the thigh, the decoy didn’t distract the enemy squad long enough for me to make the distance to the building.

But, as a showman Mirage quickly used his ultimate to break the line of sight and distract the enemy squad long enough to pick me up before we made it to the building. “No need to thank me, I know I’m great” he grinned, I was sat on the ground my back against the buildings wall.

“Can you just give me a med kit, please” I breathed out, “Armour only keeps a certain amount of pain away you know”

“Here, let me do it” He grabbed the kit, and started to bandage my leg up. I wasn’t sure what it was but the way we were so close in proximity and the fact he had ran out to get me even though he could have gotten away with not being spotted made me just stare at him. “I know I’m handsome, but please stop staring at me sunshine”

My emotions had just seem to all come at the one time and I couldn’t even come back with a stinging reply like I normally would have and Mirage noticed that because after hearing no reply, he looked up at me. “You okay?” I snapped out of bringing myself back.

“Yeah, fine” I said flatly, as I took over doing the bandages. Feeling a hand on my cheek sent my right back to being frozen, his hand moving to lift my chin forcing me to look at him.

“You are a horrific liar” he said, his eyes landing on my lips as he moved closer. Our breaths mixed with such close proximity, my heart racing. I’ve never felt paralysed, who knew the back and forth jabs and ego killing jokes between us both was just hidden feeling on both sides.

“As much as I would love to kiss you right now Y/N, we are in the middle of a bloodspot and the people wanting to kill us are right outside” Flashing a smile at me and he kissed my cheek.

“You’re still an idiot” He stood up and stretched out a hand and pulled me up from the floor.

“Clearly you have an attraction to idiots then” I rolled my eyes at his comment. “Now, let’s win this sunshine”

We didn’t win, but instead won something a little bit more priceless.

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rubixfox-fanblog · 3 years

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Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply

Category: General audience

Fandom: Apex Legends

Characters: Seer, Octane and Mirage. (and other legends.)

Additional tags: Seer Out of character

Words: 2864

Summary: Octane accidentally revives Seer with stim, instead of the regular syringes they normally use, and Mirage has to deal with both of them.

Notes: finally managed to finished my fanfic and gathered the courage to post it.... Enjoy!

Tumblr note: I got my inspiration from @sweetsoftandscared. You should definitely check them out!

"This is one of the worst ideas you had since the start of this match, Silva."

"Come on Amigo, that entire sneaky stuff got me bored. Even perfect boy here almost fell asleep. We all need some action."

"Speak for yourself, I was having the time of my life!"

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Seer, Octane and Mirage ended up together as a squad in the dropship. Heaven knows why. It's a squad based on the amount of disaster, instead of skill, these three would bring. Especially octane and Seer, those two definitely had a history together. But no one knows (yet) why, Well Rampart definitely knew but she wouldn't tell anyone about them.

Their battle location this time was in Olympus and their dropship flew in at the Bonsai Plasa. Seer was the one who took the lead as jumpmaster and made sure he landed at the Oasis. Everyone else already jumped earlier or later so they got all of the world to loot or observe the area.

That's where it all went wrong.

After a few minutes of gathering guns and supplies, Octane got bored (like always.) and decided to take his own lead, running off to the place where small houses gathered, the place called estates.

Seer tried to stop him, because he noticed the heartbeats of at least 3 other legends. But Octane being octane, he didn't listen at all. Throwing his jump pad in front of the other two legends, who were chasing him, launching them both,unexpectedly, in the middle of a heated battle.

Two squads

Two whole squads.... Well basically one and a half, since there was only one of the three left. So that makes one and a third. I wait, one squad. (they downed the last one while they landed)

The three legends of the remaining squad seemed to be Revenant, Wraith and Loba. Who Already noticed them as they landed on top of the middle building.

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"How about you two just quit whining and just go for it already, if we keep standing still we'll be dead in no time!" Octane responded as he bounces up and down.

A deep, disappointed, sigh escaped Seer's mouth as he pulled out his gun.

"I stay here. Mirage, create distraction but watch out for Revenant. Octane, do what you want." Seer didn't seem to try to give Octane instructions, he just let him wreck havoc so he could focus on his enemy's in front of him.

As they both took off and followed orders, Seer released his tactical called: focus of attention. The micro stones formed a tunnel straight into the building in front of him, revealing two of the three enemies they're about to fight.

Wait, two?

His slight distraction caused his downfall as he didn't notice that Loba used her jump drive. Her bracelet flew straight above his head and ended up behind him.

"I'm sorry, my love. But I really need to win this match. That tin Demon out there promised me that I could kick off his head if we win." Loba said and the moment Seer tried to turn around she already shot him a few times in the chest.

But Loba's action didn't go unnoticed because as soon as she downed Seer, she received a few bullets as well from Mirage, standing on top of the roof from the other building Seer focused his attention on.

"You're welcome." Mirage yelled.

"I downed Wraith, she was too slow for me to escape." Octane cackled as he returned from god knows where.

Revenant was the only one left.

Seer made his way down towards the ground, hoping Mirage would pick him up but at that very moment, Revenant's Tactical landed exactly where Seer ended up, underneath the stacked buildings.

Also Mirage apparently got hit as they heard the cracking sound.

"You gotta help him, Octane. I'll cause a distraction.". irage announced. He didn't get hit by the tactical bomb yet so his abilities still worked. Making sure Revenant would focus on him and his 7 other decoys.

Octane didn't hesitate and quickly grabbed one of his revive needles and stabbed directly into Seer's chest.

Wait a second.

Why did that needle say Simulacrum? Did he accidentally swapped the needles this morning? Was that the reason why Lifeline said he looked Healthier than before? So many questions, such a little time.

"I could use a little help here!" Mirage cried out, who's struggling not to get hit by Revenant's Longbow. Who's hiding in one of the houses behind them.

"Yeah, yeah, I'm com....."

Boom

A clean shot between the eyes ending Revenant's life in an instant.

"What in the name of..."

Did another squad that joined the fight? No, nobody was there except the three of them.

"What's wrong?" Seer said, holding a 301 assault rifle in his right hand, without a scope nonetheless while his left hand still got a hold of one of Octane's hands, pulling the downed man back on his feet.

"Did you just shoot him?" Mirage said.

"Why, yes. You needed some help right? So I provided that help."

Octane tried to pry Seer's hand open, but the taller man was holding it fiercely for somehow no reason.

"Amigo, please, let go of my hand. I don't think Che would be happy if I lost my hand as well. " He said, not paying attention to the kill at all.

Seer spaced out for a few seconds, staring directly at Mirage. Poor Eliot started to back up in response as he felt really uncomfortable right now.

Until he suddenly snapped back to reality and pulled away from Octane's hand. Then he decided to turn around and just started to run?

"The next ring is not far." Seer started. "Come, let's go."

Octane caressed his hand like it's been stuck in a bear trap and raised an eyebrow, underneath his goggles of course, as he watched his teammate run forward. Did the stim give him super sight? Or did it give him super focus? Whatever it was, Octane became jealous.

"What did you do?" Mirage suddenly asked , like he could see Octane's expression under his mask. "There's no way a normal human being could hit someone at that distance."

"I guess it's just luck, Amigo. Something you could use as well." Octavio clearly avoided the question. "Like he said, The ring's coming, try to keep up as well, 'kay?" He said and the another jump pad to catch up with Seer

"Wait, what?" Mirage said confused as he turned around and noticed the red wall of death coming up to him very quickly.

"Don't go without me!"

They finally managed to catch up with Seer, who stopped moving for a second, close at the Hammond labs. He rubbed his temple as he looked at Octane.

"You used the wrong syringe, did you now?" He suddenly said.

"Are you alright, Amigo?"

Seer didn't hesitate for a second and pointed his R301 directly at Mirage, who ducked away in an instant, just to shoot a legend who sneaked up behind him.

"I'm fine, totally. Nothing wrong with me at all." he quickly added and refused to continue at what he just asked. He didn't have the concentration at all to be mad at Octane right now.

"Dude! Watch out where you point that thing!" Mirage said, almost screaming as he panicked. "don't ever do that..."

Seer pushed his index fingers to his lips as an indication for Mirage to shut up.

"The two remaining legends are still on the other side of the wall. I'm going in." The taller Brown man didn't even wait for one then to make the first move, he just took off.... Again.

"phew." Octane let out a relieved sigh. Ignoring Mirage, who clearly looked at him like he saw water burning. "Let's go, we can't let him die alone."

By the time they catch up again, Seer was kneeling down by one the deathboxes, looting some ammo. Two innocent legends, slaughtered brutally by the new guy on drugs. Sounds like headline for the Outlands newspaper

"How even.... We weren't even gone for at least 5 minutes." Mirage said. "Octane, what did you do?"

"It was an accident, Amigo. Are you happy now? Lifeline and I had a drink together yesterday, probably one too much. I accidentally swapped the syringes this morning cause I couldn't think right." He finally confessed because he couldn't handle Mirage's annoying attitude anymore.

"Are there any side effects?"

"depends, want to hear the bad or the worst once?"

"The good once please"

"Side effects aren't really good at all, Compadre. It'll wear off after a while. Probably gonna take a few days but the most common side effect is not being able to sleep or concentrate, cause you know,.. It makes you feel energetic." Octane looked at Seer who's been looking at them both for a while now, moving his fingers rapidly up and down.

-The poor guy won't be able to sleep for the upcoming days.- Octane wanted to say, but he didn't because he knew Mirage probably wouldn't be able to stop talking if he had an antidote for the poison Octane pumped in the always so calm and concentrated Seer.

"Are you both good? There are 10 squad left. Let's go." Seer couldn't even think right at this very moment as the

stim probably reached its peak at this point.

"c'mon, we need to go. Before it wears off, better take the advance now we still can." Octane said.

"Does that mean I can get a kill too?"

"If you're fast enough, Amigo!" Octane said and took the lead this time. Mirage sighed, if only he was as fast as them. His legs were making him tired, trying to keep up with those two junkies.

-This feels wrong.- That's all Mirage could think of right now.

The ring chased them all the way back to the rift. The third round had been announced and the timer went down rapidly, close to round 4. On their way to the ring they took another squad down, but none of them seemed to be the kill leader. Somehow....

Seer got the most kills, logical right? He took down thirteen people. Octane got second place with 8 and mirage.... Yeah, he didn't even bother trying to keep up with those two anymore. He didn't even take the Stim, but he was already worn out mainly because of the constant sprinting. He even burned his butt on the ring because Seer and Octane pushed a squad on the edge of the closing ring.

"Only 2 enemy squads left.... Victory is nearly ours." Seer said as Octane used his Jump Pad to take both Mirage and Seer to the upper parts of the Rift. Being this high gave them the advantage to examine their upcoming enemies.

Besides Mirage acquired a fully upgraded Longbow, so he could see their enemies from at least 300 meters away. But the main reason he was using the Longbow, is because he could still keep an eye on both of his Teammates without moving a lot.

The drugs enhanced Seer's abilities greatly. His ears picked up the sounds of heartbeats even faster and his micro drones reached a distance even further than before. It almost felt like cheating. (Well it definitely was though, none of the legends were allowed to take any drugs, except for Octane, because you know, it's Octane.)

"6 enemies, North, not too far away, currently fighting each other." Mirage said as he loaded the Longbow, ready to Shoot one of them, while standing on top of the building.

Seer peaked through the scope of his R-301, Following the movement of what it seemed to be, Fuse. Who launched his knuckle cluster at one of the other legends he's been fighting.

"Let's go! It's not like they're going to commit suicide!" Octane exclaimed, injecting himself with the 40st syringe of Stim today. He threw his jump pad down in front of himself and used it to launch himself into battle.

4 legends closer to victory. Mirage wanted this to be over, this entire match pushed him to his limits. He doesn't care that he only had 2 kills, well of course he did, but he pushed that away for now.

Seer released his micro drones mid air, after he also used Octane's jump pad of course, to reveal the remaining enemies. Just before he landed, Octane already downed the last one of the other squad Fuse and his team were fighting.

"Knuckle cluster f'ring."

It struck Octane from behind and it stuck long enough to break Octane's shield.

"Shit." Octane growled. Seer heard his teammate being in trouble and quickly focused his attention on Fuse, who seemed to be amused and proud by his actions.

While Octane was trying to recharge his shield behind a MRVN, currently at top on one of the buildings from the Rift, Mirage noticed one of Fuse's teammates, down at the ground, tried to flank Octane.

Bloodhound, Mirage noticed, they only have to scan their area and they would be faster at Octane than mirage ever would be. So the man sighed and decided to take a gamble. First he shot Bloodhound, clearly cracking their shield, and after that he jumped in as well.

Bloodhound quickly turned around, trying to find the one responsible for their cracked shield. But before they took action, Mirage landed behind them. Not exactly behind but 50 meter away.

He tried to regain his balance, but....

"Alfather, give me sight! " Bloodhound suddenly said and turned around to notice Mirage's clumsy landing. Their eyes glowing red and quickly started shooting at the poor soul.

Mirage whimpered, trying to remain his cool, but he couldn't, every bullet he fired ended up in the gutter. But Bloodhound's bullets hit him one for one, almost knocking him. Luckily Octane finally finished up charging his shield and attacked Bloodhound upstairs. Delivering the final blow.

"Be careful where you walk, Amigo!" Octane yelled and threw a Phoenix kit towards the older man.

Seer seemed to have a hard time against Fuse. His quick reflexes suddenly turned slow and he barely found the energy to keep himself on his feet. Fuse took advantage of that, he swiftly moved out of the cover and readied an Arc star on his robot arm. Ready to shoot, but Seer just got enough power to release, his fast loading tactical and the micro drives escaped out of his chest device once again, canceling fuse abilities for a few seconds. Confusing the older men for a second as his arm wouldn't work

Seer's bullet struck Fuse right at his chest , to end the longest battle he had today. Then he collapsed.

"Is he dead?" Mirage boldly asked.

"Of course not, are you crazy, Compadre. " Octane muttered. "He probably fell asleep or something...."

"We have our Champion's!"

It seemed that Fuse and Bloodhound lost a teammate before the last ring closed, so they were unable to revive him or her.

"This was the weirdest match ever. I'm glad it's over..." Mirage sounded worried, and he has enough reasons to be worried. This was Obi's second match in the Apex game and recovering would surely be a drag.

"Come on Compadre, we won! Be happy!" Octane howled and quickly started to jump around.

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"So, Silva caused all of this, Huh. It was mu'h fault, i should've keep an better eye on him." Che rubbed her temple as she plays with a pen in her other hand.

After the games ended, Lifeline got called in to pick up Obi's lifeless body and brought him to the hospice on the drop ship.

"It isn't your fault, Aya. I was with him at the match, I should have stopped him earlier. Obi's going to be alright, right?* Mirage replied, standing next to Lifeline, who's scribbling some notes on her note pad about Seer's condition.

"He's going to f'ne. The only problem is that it would take weeks for him to r'cover. I mean, he can easily compete to the games again in just a f'w days. Stim is one h'll of a drug, if you ain't used to it, the side effects of it are terrible. He would still feel energetic but his stamina won't be able to deal with it, think of headaches, being tired all of the time, that surt stuff. He won't be happy when he wakes up."

"I see..." Elliot mumbled.

"Silva is at the Paradise lounge. Yuh should go there as well. Celebrating yuh win and all." Lifeline added. "I can't come, I need to keep an eye on the artist, yuh know."

Mirage wanted to ask if Che was coming too but she already answered his thoughts.

"Are you sure?" He asked to make sure he understood it right.

"Definitely! Now go, Witt. Obi will be alright as long he's in muh hands."

And so Mirage did. Without a doubt lifeline's care was the best of the outlands and Seer will recover as fast as possible. Ready to Lecture Octane about his wrongdoings. (or to kick his ass, just to show how disappointed he was.)

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angelatmidnight1 · 3 years

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hey there, if you're taking prompts, you could write something with rampart? thnx!

Hi, I’m so sorry this story is late! I was writing this while I was teaching so I didn’t have a chance to finish it like I wanted to. Thanks so much @caatnip for helping me out of my writer’s block! I couldn’t have finished this story without you. This story is a bit longer than my other ones but I figured it was okay since I’m making up for lost time ^^;. I really hope you like it!

Quit Bustin’ My Chops!

Rampart is one of the newest Legends to join the Apex Games and finds herself on the same team as the handsomest bachelor around: Elliot ‘Mirage’ Witt. The trickster takes it upon himself to show the new recruit the ropes, seeing as he is the best Legend to participate in the games, after all. Ramya not only takes his advice right to the scrap heap, but flirts with him at every chance she gets, effectively throwing off his game. Mirage is a natural flirt himself and can knock most women off their feet, but isn’t used to getting the same treatment back so readily. Putting the trickster in a tizzy only adds fuel to the fire; Rampart is the new self-proclaimed Apex Legend in the games and rubs it in Elliot’s face. Being the Kill Leader and the Apex Champion is the icing on the cake. Elliot may have lost the limelight in that match, but there’s one arena where is an unrivaled Champion: making people laugh.

“Okay, so this is a supply bin. These have all sorts of goodies in them that’ll help keep you alive. Maybe you need some bullets, or one of those sweet, sweet Phoenix kits. Or maybe–”

“Pipe down, Suzy. I get it. We’ve only run into ten other ones just like it on our way over here! I’m sprouting grey hairs here, Witt. I’m itchin’ for a fight, not a scavenger hunt.” Rampart whined to her teammate, Mirage, who led her over to the eleventh supply bin as they scrounged through The Epicenter. Mirage tutted softly as he rapped his fist against the bin to open it.

“Not so fast, rookie. I can’t have you run into your first fight empty handed. That’d make me a terrible teacher!” The trickster chuckled, hooking his arm around the modder’s shoulders to bring her over to the supplies. Ramya pursed her lips and shrugged Elliot’s arm off her shoulders.

“It can’t be that hard, mate. I mean, you’re here, after all.” The modder snickered, her snickers turning into full blown laughter when he gaped at her.

“Hey!” Mirage pouted, which only made Rampart laugh some more. “I am a professional in the Apex Games. In fact, I’m the best Legend you could be on a team with! Cause, ya know, I’m just perfect.” The trickster retorted with a smirk, taking the time to strike a pose with his wingman in hand. “I mean this hair, this face...these guns?” Mirage flexed his muscles and chuckled. “I mean, come on, you see it. Anyways, back to business.”

Mirage turned to the open supply bin and gestured to its contents. “So you have an R-99, right? This supply bin has an extended heavy mag, an extenEEEE—”

Mirage suddenly felt two hands squeeze his sides, making him jerk forward. He lurched away from the hands and spun around to face a grinning Rampart. “What was that for?”

“I’m getting antsy, Witt. All this talk without shooting any plonkers can really cramp up the hands,” Ramya answered slyly as she reached for his sides again. “I guess I’m lucky to have such a handsome lad nearby to squeeze~.”

Mirage sputtered and choked back a laugh, batting her hands away. “Hey, hey, easy! At least take me to dinner first.” He replied jokingly with the beginnings of a blush appearing on his cheeks. The trickster turned around to try and hide it but, before he could complete the turn, Rampart slid closer to him and smirked.

“Aww, did I make you blush, Witt? Your widdle cheeks are going so wed!” Ramya cooed, reaching up to pinch his cheek. Elliot swatted her hands away for the second time before he fully turned around.

“Nope! Nuh uh. Not me. Like I said, I’m incredibly good l-looking.” Mirage answered quickly with a very obvious voice crack. He mentally cursed himself; the trickster was a natural flirt and could knock most women off their feet with ease. But, he wasn’t used to receiving the same treatment. Especially not from a new Legend! The blush on Elliot’s face reached his ears as Rampart leaned against him with an amused smirk.

“Anyways, like I was saying...” Elliot continued, “You have an extended light mag, an extended heavy mag, and a shotgun bolt. Which attachment should you grab? I’ll give you a hint, since I’m such a nice guy. You want the one that goes with a light weapon.” Elliot smiled and looked at the modder expectantly. Ramya shot the trickster a look and slowly, begrudgingly, snatched the extended light mag from the bin. The trickster cheered rather loudly and gave her a gentle, friendly punch on the arm.

“I knew you could do it. You’re gonna be the next Apex predanor–predtator…ehm, predator in no time. All thanks to me, of course.” Mirage grinned, causing the modder to roll her eyes.

“Ooo, an Apex predator, you say? Well, I guess there’s only one way for me to do that, isn’t there?” Rampart countered wryly, returning the grin when the trickster raised an eyebrow. The modder reloaded her weapon and holstered it; there was only one gun she would ever need in the Apex Games. In one smooth motion, Rampart turned on her heel and scurried towards the distant sound of gunshots and grenades. “By shooting some bloody plonkers! I’m gonna go pick a fight. When you’re done yammering on about attachments, you should join me. I won’t get mad if you watch my back, though.” She called back to him, her grin widening as she gave him a little hip wiggle before finally leaving. Mirage sputtered and hurried after her. How could she move that fast with that mini gun on her back, anyway?

“By yourself? Hold up. You don’t even know where you’re going! You just got here…” Mirage yelled back to her, mumbling the last phrase to himself as he followed her to the fight.

Gunfire roared across the battlefield as the duo approached Fragment West. There were two squads fighting in the middle of the city: Bangalore and Bloodhound, and Revenant and Pathfinder. Pathfinder managed to down the hunter with an accurate Longbow shot, and the simulacrum was rushing in to attack the soldier. Bangalore popped some smoke to provide some cover to revive her teammate, but was also trying to actively listen for the approaching enemy. It was the perfect amount of chaos for Rampart and Mirage to join the fray. The modder skipped to a location not too far from where the two robots were set up. She quickly set up her amped cover before deploying Sheila, sighing happily.

“Oh, Sheila. They’ve never seen a girl like you.” The modder purred before hopping onto the seat and revving up the gun. “Yo Witt, got a fool OT. Doesn’t look too scary, so you can come out of hiding.” Ramya snickered, looking over her shoulder to see Mirage finally bringing up the rear. The trickster panted and shook his immaculate locks out of his face so that he had a clearer view of the enemy.

“Nothing scares me, Rampart! Now, remember what your super awesome teacher showed you. You point your gun like this, you aim for the–” Mirage was cut off by Sheila coming to life as bullets rapidly fired from the minigun.

“Ya see that? Haha! Just hit an enemy. Guess I’m a fast learner, eh?" Ramya laughed as she shot at Pathfinder. The modder’s shots connected with the robot’s back and by the time he took cover, he lost the majority of his shields.

“More friends are coming to kill us. There’s another squad!” The robot called to the simulacrum, holstering his weapon so that he could use a shield battery. Revenant was just about to put his totem down so that he could attack Bangalore and Bloodhound, so he wasn’t thrilled about the sudden interruption. He growled and reluctantly rushed back over to his teammate, having to duck behind cover when Mirage also started shooting at him. Revenant placed his totem down and both he and Pathfinder activated it to advance on Mirage and Rampart.

Rampart fired more rounds at Pathfinder and Revenant once they emerged from their cover. She managed to send the angry murderbot back to the totem, but Pathfinder managed to grapple behind some more cover. This gave the happier robot the opportunity to close in on them. Mirage noticed the approaching enemy and went to meet the robot halfway. Right before the trickster poked his head out, he activated his Life of the Party ultimate. Mirage hoped to confuse Pathfinder so that he could attack from an unexpected angle. The decoys mirrored his movements and circled the robot; Pathfinder shot a few of the decoys before zoning in on the real trickster. Pathfinder nearly downed Mirage, but the trickster managed to fire one Mastiff shot to the torso to finally take him down.

“Sorry, Path! Don’t take this personally, it’s just business. Heh..personal business..” Mirage chuckled, shooting Pathfinder one more time to finish him off. He didn’t even want to think about how close the robot came to killing him. The trickster hurried over to a nearby corner and used a shield battery to heal up. While doing so, he caught a glimpse of his reflection in a nearby window and noticed that his hair was a mess! He panicked and stopped healing himself to quickly fix it. Elliot teased out his curls and put some stray locks back in place, which gave a certain tall, angry murderbot plenty of time to sneak up on him. Revenant wasted no time in throwing a silence orb to keep Mirage from using his decoys to escape. The trickster dropped a high pitched scream and spun around, clumsily fishing for his Mastiff.

“Oh shi-Revenant! Uh, h-hey, this isn’t a good ti--” Mirage yelped as Revenant began firing on him. The trickster did his best to return fire, but he hadn’t healed up before the simulacrum arrived. Needless to say, Revenant barely had to do anything to down the trickster.

“This part never gets old.” Revenant purred as he loomed over Mirage, grinning as he noticed the pure fear in his eyes. Elliot inched away from the murderbot, but he kept coming. The murderbot slowly raised his left hand so that the trickster could see it turn into a razor sharp blade. “I’m not gonna make it quick. That would spoil all the fun~.” He murmured in his deep, gravelly voice as he knelt down to finish him off. Mirage screamed again and put up his hands defensively.

“NO, DON’T EAT ME!” Mirage wailed, shutting his eyes and waiting for the sharp pain to come. But nothing came. There was some more gunfire, a loud growl of “damn skinsuit”, and a mechanical sounding crash by the time the trickster found the courage to open his eyes. Mirage was shocked by what he saw: the boisterous, smirking modder, and Revenant’s death box.

“No, don’t eat me~.” Ramya mocked in a squeaky, high-pitched before laughing and kneeling down to the trickster. “I thought you said nothing scared ya, Witt! I’ve never heard anything human scream like that~.” She teased, pulling him to his feet after injecting the resuscitation serum into his body. Mirage grumbled and took out a Phoenix kit to fully heal up.

“I wasn’t scared! I was distracting him so that you come and kill him. It was all a part of the plan.” Mirage insisted as he finally healed his shields and health. Rampart skeptically arched a brow while she was fishing through Revenant’s death box.

“Uh huh. And, was crying like a baby a part of the plan too?” Rampart chuckled, grabbing plenty of ammo and improved attachments for her weapons. Mirage narrowed his eyes at her.

“No! I mean, yes! I mean...I didn’t, I wasn’t...I wasn’t crying like a baby!” Mirage did his damndest not to blush again and fished through what was left of Revenant’s supplies. Ramya stared at him and suddenly smirked, but he didn’t see it. She took a few steps away from him in the direction of Pathfinder’s deathbox; but then, out of nowhere, the modder yelled, which scared the hell out of Elliot.

“WITT! I see someone!”

Mirage jumped to his feet and immediately popped his ultimate again. He didn’t know who was coming or where they were coming from, so his decoys looked just as confused as he was. He ran over to Rampart with his weapon drawn. The modder wasn’t moving, but she did have her R-99 in hand.

“Where?” Mirage spun in all sorts of directions in search of the enemy, but he didn’t see anyone. “Who? Who’s coming?”

Ramya wasn’t moving because she was trying to keep her composure. But, when the trickster ran up to her side with that half-frightened, half-confused look on his face, she lost it. “I see a plonker who’s convinced that he is a Legend. Yet he’s been duped by a rookie! Maybe the real Mirage is that you’re a Legend, eh?~.” Ramya laughed hard enough to snort and held an arm against her abdomen. The trickster stared at her in disbelief; did she seriously just pull a prank? On the holographic trickster?

“I….you--you almost gave me a heart attack!” Mirage finally managed to say before putting his Mastiff away. He put a hand on his chest and could feel his heart doing somersaults. “Seriously. That took a lot outta me...”

Ramya’s laughter calmed down to giggles and she wiped a tear from her eye. “Sorry mate. It’s just..you should’ve seen your face.” She snickered, strolling up to him and cradling the left side of his face. “Don’t worry your pretty little head, Witt. If anyone comes, Sheila and I will protect you. We won’t tell.”

Mirage grumbled and batted away her hand. “Yeah, whatever. Laugh it up, gearhead..” He muttered, his arm brushing against her side as he walked past her. When he did, Ramya flinched and accidentally dropped her weapon. The trickster gave her a strange look. “Rampart?”

Ramya waved him off and quickly gathered up her weapon. “I’m good, mate! Just a lil’ case of butterfingers.” She chuckled as she hurried past him to gather up some more loot. Mirage blinked and eyed her closely; he swore he could see the faintest, faintest shade of red on her face when she walked past.

Rampart and Mirage came across Bangalore and Bloodhound later in the match, and the duo, mainly Rampart, took the two of them down with ease.

“You get a bullet! And you get a bullet! Everyone gets a bullet! Hahaha!” Ramya cheered as she and Sheila blasted poor Bangalore and Bloodhound out of the game. Elliot would never admit it, but the modder was racking up kills faster than he thought she would, and her high kill count won her the glorious title of Kill Leader. Ramya beamed when she heard the announcement sound throughout the arena.

“Hear that, Witt? You’re looking at the new Kill Leader! Not bad for a rookie, eh? Maybe you can learn a thing or two from a real Legend.” The modder grinned, having to revive the trickster again when he fell prey to the hunter and their Wingman.

“Yeah, well I was Kill Leader in my first..thir--uh, eighth season! It’s beginner’s luck.” Elliot countered while he, yet again, used a Phoenix kit to fully heal himself up.

“Heh...whatever helps you sleep at night.” Rampart shrugged and dug through the loot that was left behind. The duo made it to the top three and, after diving in to third party the last two squads, were named the Apex Champions.

After the match, Elliot hung up his shiny new Apex Champion medal in his room. He already had plenty of cutouts and collectible figurines of himself, but he always had space for a new medal! He looped the medal around one of his mobile figurines and gently booped it, grinning as it swayed side to side. While he was admiring himself, Rampart skipped into his room with her own medal and plopped down onto the couch, startling the trickster.

“So when are you taking me out for a drink, Witt? Think it’d be a fair trade for how much I carried you~.” Rampart smirked and swung her legs up onto the couch. Mirage turned to her and gave her a look. “Ya know just because you got three--eight--no, twelve kills last game doesn’t mean anything! It was your first game, maybe I decided to go easy on you.” Mirage argued matter-of-factly and put his hands on his hips. Ramya giggled and skipped over to him, playfully poking at his stomach. Mirage yelped and pushed her hand away, but she managed to sneak another poke to his side.

“Turn that frown upside down, mate! You’re just not as good as you think you are.” The modder teased as she kept making quick little jabs to his torso. A few giggles slipped out of the trickster while he tried and failed to grab her hands.

“Yehehes I ahaham! Stop! Stop pohohking me!” Elliot whined and retreated to his couch with Ramya hot on his tail. He fell back onto the cushions with his arms against his torso; but, somehow, she managed to find a little bit of his stomach or side to poke. After a few more pokes, Rampart switched gears and suddenly reached under Mirage’s arms, raking her short nails against his armpits. This made the trickster scream and slam his arms against his sides. The frantic laughter came next.

“STHOHOHP RAHAMYAHA!” Mirage yelled, his laughter growing in volume when she straddled his waist and went for his sides.

“I don’t know who Rahamyaha is! Oh! Wait, is that the girl who got twelve kills in her first game? Maybe the greatest Legend there ever was?” Rampart grinned and started squeezing his sides, laughing when the trickster bucked his hips.

“NOHOHOHOHOH! You-AH! YOOHOHU AREHEHAHAH NOHOHOHT!” Mirage squeaked and laughed harder when she stuck her hands under his shirt to squeeze his bare sides.

“Wrong answer, Witt!” The modder chirped, scribbling her nails against his belly before returning to his sides.

Mirage was going crazy; every time he hugged his arms to his sides or reached for her wrists, she attacked his armpits or belly instead. It wasn’t enough to be the Apex Champion or turn his face red; now, she was trying to tickle him to tears! In his haste to stop her, he grabbed her sides and squeezed them, drawing out an audible gasp.

“Oi, watch it!” Rampart hissed and stopped tickling him to reel away from him. Mirage perked up and looked at the modder; although he had to recover from the sudden tickle attack, a sly grin popped up on his face.

“What? That didn’t tickle, did it?” Mirage smirked, sitting up and advancing on the retreating modder.

“No!” Rampart answered quickly and crossed her arms against her torso. “I just didn’t think you’d grab me so hard. I’m not that kind of girl, Witt.” The modder continued, grinning triumphantly when Elliot turned crimson.

Elliot, after stumbling over his words, suddenly launched himself towards Rampart and pinned her to the other side of the couch. Rampart screamed and struggled to knock him off of her, but he held strong and immediately started poking her sides.

“Ah! Witt, geheht off of mehehe!” Ramya growled, a few stray giggles escaping her as she arched her body upwards.

“I’m sorry, what was that?” Mirage chuckled and poked across her stomach, eliciting some more giggles. “I didn’t catch what you said. It’s almost like you laughed, which would be weird if you aren’t, ya know, ticklish or anything…”

“I’m nohohohoht! Geheheht oohohohff MEHEHEHE!” Ramya squeaked and kicked her feet against the couch when he returned to her sides. The trickster spidered his fingers up and down a few times before kneading at the very top of her ribcage. Rampart yelped again and whipped her body around to try and dodge his fingers. Mirage easily kept up with her squirming and, as much as she tried not to, she finally gave in to the ticklish sensations and laughed.

“EEHEHEHLIOT STAHAHAAHAH! I’M NAHAHT TIHIHIHICKLISHAHAH!” Ramya shrieked and bucked her hips when he gently scratched his fingers around her belly button. Mirage snickered and alternated between her sides, stomach, and her ribcage, which is where she seemed to be awfully ticklish. But, the trickster wasn’t ready to go for the kill just yet.

“Oho, I’m Elliot now? Funny, I don’t think you’ve called me by name all day!” Mirage snuck his hands underneath her arms and laughed when she snorted. He wiggled his fingers in circular motions and jabbed at the spot right before her ribcage began. Ramya threw her head back and laughed louder, which only encouraged him to stay on the spot. “And call me crazy, but I think only ticklish people laugh when they’re tickled. So, I guess that makes you ticklish, huh?”

“NOHOHOHOHOH!” Rampart yelled and stubbornly shook her head, the laughter flowing freely as the trickster’s fingers found her neck. The modder made a weird sound that sounded like a cross between a squeak and a honk, sending Mirage into a fit of laughter.

“Thahahaht’s nohohohohoht fuhuhuhnyhyhy!” Rampart protested, her laughter dying down to giggles as she whipped her head around. Mirage swiped his fingers along one side of her neck and gently prodded at the other. He finally noticed the blush on her face, causing him to grin widely.

“It’s totally funny! Look at how wed your widdle cheeks are~.” Mirage cooed and laughed some more when Ramya glared at him. “You can’t be the greatest Legend in the games when you’re this tickle, tickle, ticklish~.”

Rampart giggled uncontrollably and tried to trap Elliot’s hands between her neck and shoulder. She succeeded, but it didn’t stop the tickles. “Ihihih’m gohohohohohnna kihihihill yohohohuhu! I swehehehehehear!” She snickered and continued to roll her head side to side.

Mirage feigned offense and audibly gasped. “You’re gonna kill me?” He repeated, moving from her neck to the sides of her stomach. Ramya immediately dissolved back into laughter and struggled with a renewed vigor. “That’s not nice at all! In fact, that puts me on the defensive!”

With that, Elliot’s hands fell onto Rampart’s ribcage and gently squeezed at the bones. The modder screeched and cackled, kicking pillows off of the couch. “NOHAHAHAHAHAHA STAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAP IHIHIHIHIHIHIHIHT!”

Mirage gave her a mischievous grin and swiped his fingers along the length of her ribcage. It made her laughter rise in pitch, which only boosted his confidence. “Stop what?” He chuckled, gently tweaking two of her middle ribs. “I thought you said you weren’t ticklish! And that you were the best Legend around! Looks like you lied on two fronts, huh?”

Ramya cried out in protest and laughed even harder. During her struggle to free herself from Witt’s iron hold, her ponytail loosened, so much of her hair covered her eyes and face. Mirage could still see the huge grin on her face, though, which made his own grin soften a bit. It wasn’t like one of those teasing, cocky grins that she kept throwing his way when they were in the arena.

“IHIHIHIHIHI DIHIHIDN’T--AHAHAHAHAHA! DIHIHIHIHDN’T LIHIHIHEAHAHAHAH!” Ramya argued while Elliot’s fingers continued tweaking the middle of her rib cage. Elliot let out another dramatic gasp and kneaded his fingers into her uppermost ribs.

“There’s another lie! My goodness, you are just asking for it, huh?” Mirage teased, chuckling again when he made Rampart snort again. “How about this, I’ll make you a deal. Say that I’m the best Legend hands down, no questions asked, and I’ll stop. I’ll even keep how ticklish you are a secret, so no one else will try to get ya in the ring! Whaddaya say?”

The trickster went back to gently tickling the sides of Ramya’s neck to give her a bit of a break. He went at short intervals, just giving each side a quick scribble here and there. Rampart snickered and brought her shoulders up again, taking the time to breathe where she could. Mirage slowed down even more and went to playfully boop her red cheeks and nose.

“Heheheheh...I-Im thehehehe behehest Lehehehehegend, hahands dohohown…”

“See, was that so hard?” Mirage didn’t realize what she had really said, so he happily let her up. Ramya breathed heavily and rubbed away the ticklish sensations from her ribcage. “I’m glad we can finally agree on something! Because believe me, you were this close to--”

The lightbulb just went off in the trickster’s head, and Rampart could see it. So, with what little energy she had left, she leapt from the couch and made a beeline for the door. She was laughing again, but this time, for a different reason.

“Come back here!” Mirage yelled and got up to chase her. He caught up with her before she could get into the hallway and easily picked her up.

“NO! Put me down, ya plonker! I said it!” Rampart insisted as she kicked around in his arms. She held one arm against her torso and, with her free hand, squeezed at Witt’s sides and hip. Mirage flinched and laughed, but he managed to get back to the couch before the tickling could really get to him.

“That’s not what I meant, and you know it! So, let’s try again. Tell me that I, meaning me, am the best Legend, hands down, no questions asked.” Elliot demanded with a grin as he pushed her back down onto the cushions. This time, he held both of her wrists in one hand and used his leg to pin hers down. It became pretty clear to Rampart that she was screwed, but damn it, she wasn’t going to say it!

Mirage narrowed his eyes at the modder when she didn’t say anything. Then, with a dramatic sigh, he used his free hand to poke up her ribcage. Ramya squealed and bit down on her lip to trap the incoming giggles. Mirage grinned at her and switched to kneading in between the bones after a few more pokes.

“Coochie coochie coo~.” The trickster cooed, working his fingers up and down her ribcage. Rampart’s face went red again and, after another second or two, she burst out laughing.

“I”M NAHAHAHAHAT SAHAHAHAHYING IHIHIHIHIHT YOHOHUH PL-AHAHAHAHAAHAHA!” Rampart shrieked and bucked when he kneaded his fingers faster between the bones. Her ribs were still sensitive from the previous tickle attack, so it didn’t take much to put the modder back into hysterics. “STAAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAP!”

“Nope! Say it and I’ll stop.” Mirage was resolute and couldn’t help but to laugh along with her as he gently scratched up and down her ribcage. This made her arch her back and desperately twist around to try and dodge his tickling hands; but, this time, she wasn’t getting away so easily.

“AHAHAHAHAHA WIHIHIHIHITT STAAHAHAHAHAHAHA!” Rampart yelled again and howled with laughter. Since he had her legs pinned down this time, the modder couldn’t even kick to try and alleviate the intense ticklish sensations. This only benefited the lone pillow that remained on the couch. Elliot was ruthless, but he did pause a few times just to see if she would say what he wanted to hear. She didn’t. The trickster tutted softly and gently scratched at the patch of skin where the ribcage ended. Rampart screamed and went ballistic with desperate laughter pouring out of her.

“NOOOHOHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!”

Mirage initially flinched, not expecting the sudden roar of laughter. He let go of her wrists so that he could tickle the same spot on the other side of her ribcage. When he let go of her wrists, she immediately latched onto his and tried to pry them away from the spot. It didn’t work, but it didn’t stop her from trying, either.

“Huh. Didn’t you have ribs here a second ago?” Mirage mused, still scratching away the spot. He shook off her hands and pinned them underneath his arms. “Maybe I miscounted them. Let’s see...one, two, three…

Ramya yelled one more time before her laughter went silent. She shut her eyes tight and shook her head as the trickster ‘counted’ her ribs. Mirage stopped tickling her when he didn’t hear the laughter anymore and let her go. The modder immediately turned onto her side, breathing raggedly.

“Bloohohohoody hehehehell…” Ramya gasped after several minutes of trying to catch her breath. She hugged her arms tightly against her torso, still giggling from the lingering ticklish sensations. “I give, I’ll sahahay it…”

“Nah, don’t bother. Looks like you could use all the air you can get.” Mirage chuckled, not realizing that he was staring at her. Rampart’s face was bright red, her hair was a mess, and she was still grinning. “As the best Legend in the Apex Games, I’ll be nice and let you off the hook.”

Ramya rolled her eyes and propped herself up onto her elbows. “I guess I’m the luckiest girl in the world..” She quipped sarcastically, gathering her hair back into its ponytail. With her hair out of her face, the modder could clearly see that Mirage was staring at her. She arched a brow, giving him her sly, signature grin, which immediately snapped him out of his trance.

“Uh, you wanna get that drink now? My treat, of course.” Mirage stammered and stood up, offering her his hand. Ramya nodded and took the hand, but pulled him down so that she could latch herself onto his back.

“Wha-hey! Whahat are yohuhu--?!”

“What?” Rampart hooked her arms and legs around Elliot so that she could comfortably rest on his back. She didn’t even need to see his face to know that he turned crimson again. “You didn’t think I was actually going to walk to your bar, did you? Pfft..”

The modder tweaked his sides and giggled when he lurched forward. “Get a move on, Witt! I’m not getting any younger.” She demanded, continuing to gently prod his sides as he sputtered and hurried out of the room.

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all is soft inside chapter 8

a miragehound multichapter fanfiction

Also posted on ao3 at: https://archiveofourown.org/works/26475064/chapters/67835227

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8. you cannot kill what we are

Bloodhound sits cross-legged on the top of the Epicenter tower, still and silent, hands folded in their lap. Their Kraber lays next to them, easily within grabbing distance. In their hands, they hold a small silver case, and Elliott can’t see what’s inside it. Maybe a picture of a boyfriend or girlfriend? Or partner? Elliott thinks, and a spiky flicker of jealousy rolls through his chest. Bloodhound was free to have any life they wanted, of course. Elliott just wished they would tell him more about who they were. They were so secretive and so private it made him crazy, but he wanted to respect their choices. He would settle for any small bit of information they gave him, and last night’s discussion only proved to make him more interested in them.

It strikes Elliott that it looks as though Bloodhound might be praying. Or meditating. He can’t really tell the difference, because of their mask, and it’s not like he would know the difference if he could see them. Elliott had never been a religious man. Putting hope and faith in some imaginary person never seemed logical for him. But he had to admire Bloodhound’s devotion to their Allfather. They remain still, and their breath through the respirator is even and quiet. He wonders what they’re praying about. He wonders, for the millionth time, why they are so closed off, and why they need the mask. God, he wants to ask so bad, but he won’t. He can’t.

Makoa crouches across from them, watching the hill between Overlook and their current position. He occasionally aims down the sights of his G7 to observe faraway battles and update them on who still remains. Elliott hasn’t ever met someone like Makoa- he was so accepting and supportive of every person around him, which was something Elliott was very grateful for. Anytime he needed a little energy boost, he knew to strike up a casual conversation with him. He was almost like another brother.

His heart clenches at the thought of his brothers, probably dead out in the universe somewhere. It had been so long since he’d seen or heard from any of them, and part of him gave up hope a long time ago. Pain and discomfort begin to creep their way in, and his first instinct is to block it out. But he remembers again what Bloodhound had said to him. You are allowed to feel the pain you bear.

So he lets it come.

It washes through him like hot syrup, clinging on to the bruised and broken parts of him as it passes. It hurts horribly for a few awful moments, but begins to subside faster than he thought possible. Huh. That’s not so bad, he thinks. But then it surges up in a fury, grabbing him by the throat and closing his windpipe off. Pain clogs his lungs and cements his airway, making it impossible to breathe. Water floods his chest, but he tries to acknowledge it, to let it reside there. Uh… just… feel it. Try to feel it.

Time slows to a crawl, and it squeezes Elliott in its static-filled fingers. A thick, buzzing substance descends upon his shoulders and draws all of the air out of his lungs, replacing it with some toxic chemical that numbs his insides on the way down. Oh, god. This is horrible. This fucking sucks, he thinks. He holds himself a little tighter, trying to shake himself out of whatever the hell this is.

“You doing okay, bruddah?”

Elliott jerks his head up and sees that Makoa has his eyes trained on him, the bigger man’s face full of concern. It’s only then that Elliott realizes he’s not breathing, and he gasps, sucking in air like he’s a man dying of thirst. The static fog around his head subsides somewhat, but stubbornly remains. Nevertheless, he does feel a little better- at least the grief isn’t swallowing him in waves anymore.

“Oh, yeah, I’m great!” he replies, plastering a smile on his face. He gives Makoa a thumbs up. “Don’t worry about me, I was just d- devis- coming up with a battle plan for how we’re gonna win this thing.”

“If you say so,” Gibraltar says, but he doesn’t look altogether convinced. He chuckles and turns back to his sights.

“Remember to breathe, Elliott,” Bloodhound murmurs, not turning to face him. They’re still sitting quietly across the way, their head bowed, the case still resting in their hands. His name on their lips makes a brief flash of excitement zap through him, one which he promptly suppresses. How the hell did they know? he thinks, amazed by them as always.

“Yeah, yeah,” he replies, rubbing the back of his neck as he tries not to stare at them. He doesn’t really want to sit with these emotions right now, but he does it anyway. The grief is still there, yes, but it’s subsiding, and Elliott can’t be more grateful. A brief surge of embarrassment makes an appearance, and he pushes it away. Old habits die hard, he thinks.

Makoa whistles, sharp and low, and Bloodhound is at his side in an instant. They cradle the Kraber in their hands reverently, and aim down the sights. Mirage pops to his feet, charging up his Holo emitters. Two squads are running down the hill from Overlook, and a third squad is running in from their left. Bloodhound lets out a small sound that can only be a laugh, and Elliott’s stomach jumps sharply. Not now, he thinks, berating himself. He can’t afford to get distracted by them today.

The sound of two Kraber shots ricochets in the air, and Bloodhound jerks back a bit, displaced by the recoil. Right before Elliott’s eyes, two members of one squad drop to the ground, bleeding out. The third member of their squad is quickly taken out by the squad behind them, leaving two squads milling about, about to face off. No- another squad is running in from the right, which means every remaining team must be here. Elliott’s heart begins to pump hard, and he knows that his squad will soon have to jump into the fight. The sound of rapid gunfire fills the air, and electricity shoots through his veins, amping him up, readying him for the struggle ahead, all thoughts of his brothers forgotten.

Mirage pulls out his Wingman, makes sure it’s fully loaded, and spins it around in his grip. He looks over to Gibraltar and Bloodhound. “What’s the plan?” he asks.

Gibraltar laughs at him. “I thought you had it all figured out, bruddah.” There was no malice in his eyes, just a sense of relentless teasing that makes Elliott relieved.

“Uh…” Elliott’s thoughts are a scramble. He looks over to Bloodhound helplessly, but they only shake their head and cross their arms. God, he hopes they’re smiling. He has no choice but to blurt out the first thing that comes to mind. “Um, how about this? Once they’re all a little closer, let’s get Bloodhound on the ground to scan and see who’s nearby. If there’s a bunch of enemies around, then Gibraltar, you can throw your Ultimate down. Some of the missiles might hit the tower, but it will give us enough of a smokescreen to run around and take some suckers out, since Bloodhound can see through smoke and we’ve all got digital threat optics.” The words tumble from his mouth, and even he is surprised by how coherent the plan seems to be. Huh. Would you look at that?

“Well planned, vinur minn,” Bloodhound affirms, a note of amusement in their voice. A giddy sense of pride surges through him, and he’s determined to let that feeling stay as long as it wants.

“You got it, Mirage,” Gibraltar says, clapping him heartily on the back. All of his breath exits his chest in a whoosh, and he stumbles forward, coughing weakly. He can hear gunfire beating a wild tattoo against his ears, and he knows it’s almost time to join the fight.

Makoa tosses his Ultimate canister up and down in his hand, an infectious smile splitting his face. Bloodhound looks over to Elliott, and even through the goggles, their gaze makes him want to blush. Instead, he gives them a cheeky grin and a thumbs up. Bloodhound nods to them, and turns to the balcony under the zipline. They stretch their arms upwards, and then roll their neck, bouncing on the balls of their feet. The hunter takes a brief moment to bow their head once more. They open the service panel on their wrist gear to press a few quick buttons, and Mirage glances down at the squads fighting below.

They really don’t know what they’re in for, he thinks.

He watches in awe as Bloodhound takes a running leap off the Epicenter tower and howls into the sky, the familiar red hue glowing around them as they plummet to the ground. Their jump pack boosts them just enough so they don’t destroy their knees, and when they hit the snow, they immediately activate their scanner. Nine orangey-red figures highlight through the structures and ice around their team, and Bloodhound yells over the comms, “Gibraltar, now!”

Makoa follows suit, hurling his Ultimate canister down between the warring teams. The familiar hum fills the air, and a barrage of missiles scream through the sky. Thick gray smoke descends upon the landscape, and the missiles beat against the ground, creating miniature craters where they explode. “Two down!” Gibraltar announces, examining the scene through the digital sights of his Prowler. “Go get ‘em, Mirage! I’ll be right behind you.”

Mirage hops up and down on the balls of his feet, just like Bloodhound did, and snaps his goggles on. “It’s dupes o’clock!” he says, grinning like a little kid. The adrenaline was really kicking in now, and he feels powerful and confident, for once. He leaps off the tower after Bloodhound and hits the icy ground hard. His knees wobble and his feet ache, but this is no time for hesitation. It’s time to help his team.

Immediately he takes advantage of the smoke that’s still clouding the air, and sends a decoy running straight through it. He follows it and releases every clone he has. Even though he’s running blind, he trusts himself, because he knows the contour of the area like the back of his hand. Gunfire begins to ring out, and the churning sound of a Devotion greets his ears. Dread threatens to flood his stomach for a brief second, but he acknowledges it and lets it pass, surprised at how quickly it leaves. Three of his decoys are shot down, and Elliott has to smile. Bamboozling his opponents never got old.

A sinister, skeletal shape looms out of the smoke and Elliott cringes. Why did it have to be the damn murderbot? he laments internally. He raises his Wingman, aiming through the sights. Revenant turns to him, highlighted in red, his mechanical hand splitting in two to reveal the silencer. Mirage dodges the huge fiery projectile just barely, and his heart pounds harder than ever before. He aims again and two shots from his pistol connect with Revenant’s chest just as the robot levels his Hemlok. To Elliott’s horror, Revenant disappears in a flash of orange light, no doubt summoned back to his death totem.

“Dammit!” he yells, and he feels a peppering of bullets smatter against his head and chest. His shields are dangerously low, and as he turns to see his attacker, a hazy red and brown shape flashes past him. Bloodhound sprints across the battlefield, raises their Spitfire and shoots down an unfamiliar face in a matter of seconds. Must be one of the new hopefuls, Elliott thinks wildly, fighting the urge to just stand back and watch Bloodhound dominate the field. They run off behind another glacier in search of their prey.

He shakes his head and continues on.

By his count, there should only be six other people left- two of the previous nine had been taken down by Gibraltar’s Ultimate, and Bloodhound had just finished the third of that squad. He’s not sure who’s left, but he also knows there’s a big chance Revenant’s squad is still intact. His totem tended to complicate things, so Elliott hated trying to win against him. He’s not sure which he prefers- losing to Bloodhound or fighting against a squad of shadows.

The ring was getting closer by the second, and Elliott could almost hear it humming. “We’d better make this quick, guys,” he says over comms. “I like pork chops but I definitely don’t want to become them!”

“Come to me, félagi fighters,” Bloodhound replies, their voice raspy and deep because of their Ultimate. The sound of it electrifies Elliott’s insides in an instant, and he has to fight every weakness he’s got as his knees turn to jelly.

He rounds the corner and ducks into the room below the tower, fidgeting with his Wingman. Gibraltar jogs in with them, his Prowler smoking slightly. “Downed another one, but I think they had a gold knockdown. They’re probably up and running again.”

“It is no matter,” Bloodhound replies, and Elliott is sad to hear their Ultimate fading away. “We have the means to vinna.” They kneel on the ground quickly, regaining their balance from the rush. He places a hand on their shoulder.

“You all right?” he asks them.

Bloodhound stiffens, almost shying away from his touch. “Yes. Do not forget to recharge your shields. We have need of your skill.”

A weird sense of awkwardness sparkles in his ribcage, and he retracts his hand. “Oh, right.” He takes a moment to swing his backpack from his shoulders and to his feet. The familiar hiss and sting of the shield battery jolts through his veins, and soon enough he is fully charged again. “How many are left? Six?

“Four,” Bloodhound pants. “I killed two opponents before assisting you, so there should be four remaining, assuming the one with the gold shield evaded death. Who was it?”

“Don’t know,” Gibraltar says, popping a shield cell. “Didn’t get a good look at them. Might’ve been Dr. Nox.”

Bloodhound nods, and reloads their Spitfire. Gunfire echoes around them again, too close for comfort. Mirage darts to the other doorway and peeks out. Sure enough, the remaining squads are battling it out by the respawn beacon. Revenant and Lifeline are shooting at Wraith and Wattson from the hill, pinning the two women between them and Elliott’s squad. A blue-black void portal is hidden expertly among the rocks, no doubt leading to a safer location.

“It’s a two on two out there,” Elliott yells back to his team. “Lifeline and Murderbot against Wraith and Wattson. I don’t know what happened to their thirds, so keep an eye out.”

“I’ve got an idea,” Gibraltar says. “Wraith will be able to tell if we’re aiming at her, thanks to those voices of hers. Bloodhound, how about you take her portal while they’re distracted and wait for them to come through? Give us scans when you’re charged up. Mirage, you send a few decoys out as you get them. I’ll circle around to the side and try to gain ground on the two up the hill.”

“Hey, sounds good,” Mirage replies, just as Bloodhound nods their agreement. “Almost as good as my plan, but you know, you’ll get there!”

Gibraltar just shakes his head at him in amused exasperation. “You keep telling yourself that. You two ready?”

Mirage grabs an arc star from his bag. “Ready.”

“Ready.” Bloodhound’s voice is smooth and even, free from the heavy breathing from before.

“Go!”

Elliott runs through the door with no hesitation, sending a decoy in the direction of the gunfire. He lobs the arc star high and far, hoping to land it right between the squads. Bloodhound is close behind him, and they run straight to Wraith’s portal. Gibraltar jogs up the hill, pulling out his G7. Bloodhound disappears into Wraith’s portal in a flash of white light, and Elliott starts firing at Wattson with his R-99. About half of the bullets miss, whizzing over Wattson’s head when she ducks. Wraith disappears from his peripheral, slipping into the void. Elliott can only hope she’s gone after Gibraltar and isn’t sneaking around behind him.

Bloodhound suddenly cries out in pain over the comms, and Elliott’s heart twists itself into knots.

“What’s wrong?” he yells, his fingers fumbling as he ducks and reloads his R-99.

The hunter reappears beside him, heaving and groaning in pain. “Do not go through the portal!” they gasp. “Wraith left the other end outside the ring!” Bloodhound runs off to take cover, pulling a med kit from their backpack as they go.

Wattson fires her Flatline straight at Elliott’s head, and a dangerous amount of bullets make contact. His shields instantly vaporize, and his helmet is barely holding on. He knows it's now or never, so he takes a deep breath and fires his R-99 at her. His friend hits the ground almost instantly, and Elliott feels a twinge of sorrow. Wattson was one of his favorite Legends to be around, and he always felt this weird sense of guilt when he beat her in the Games, even though they’re here to repeatedly kill each other. “Sorry, Nat!”

“It- It’s fine,” she groans weakly, pressing a hand to her neck as the blood gushes from between her fingertips. “I’ll get you next time!”

He lingers for a moment, not really wanting to finish her off, but more bullets fly in his direction. He doesn’t really have a choice, so he fires a few more bullets at her, and her body goes limp.

A large, orange, sparkling something hits Elliott squarely in the chest, and he realizes too late that Revenant has hit him with his silencer. “Shit, shit, shit!” he mutters, diving out of the way. He ducks behind a pillar and pulls out a shield battery, willing it to charge faster. Bullets smack into the ground near his feet, and he scoots away from them.

“Wraith is down!” Gibraltar yells over the comms.

“Wattson’s out too,” Mirage replies, breathing hard. “It should just be Revenant and Lifeline, right?” Fully healed, he discards the battery and peeks precariously around the pillar.

A web of orangey-red energy sweeps the area, highlighting three enemy figures.

To his horror, a shadowy Revenant, Lifeline, and Caustic are running down the hill at full-tilt. Caustic raises an arm back, holding a large, cylindrical object in his hand, and Elliott is familiar with the sight. Still silenced, he can’t do much else besides run, so he darts away from the respawn beacon structure and back towards the imposing ring. It has closed just shy of the space under the tower, so he throws himself back in and waits for his abilities to return. “Bloodhound, where are you?”

Just as the words leave his mouth, Caustic rushes around the corner, still holding the canister in his hands. Elliott immediately sends a decoy in his direction, but he is not fooled- he steps aside and throws the canister right at Elliott’s feet. Caustic fires a round of ammo from his Havoc right into Elliott’s chest. Elliott throws himself backwards, but his right elbow smashes against the doorframe, and he feels it fracture. Mirage falls through the doorway just as clouds of green gas spew straight at his face.

“Fuck, shit-” he gasps, breathing in gas and crawling frantically away. He was so close to death, and his blood is pumping white-hot terror through his veins. Pain funnels into his lungs and into his entire body, radiating from his arm.

“Failure after failure,” Caustic seethes through the mask, slamming his foot on Mirage’s chest just as the effects of Revenant’s totem leave him. He reloads his Peacekeeper and presses the muzzle into Elliott’s forehead.

Same damn place I was just a few days ago, Elliott thinks, his chest seizing in agony. All this fighting, and for what? He grabs around frantically, trying to find something, anything to help him out.

His left hand brushes across the handle of his Wingman.

Three ear-splitting shots ring out, and Caustic crashes to the ground, three bullet holes in his forehead.

Elliott scrambles to his feet and instantly falls right back over, hacking his lungs out. He roots through his backpack in a panic, trying to find a med kit and a shield battery. To his dismay, he only finds two syringes and a shield cell.

“Caustic’s down! Hey, I could use some shields here!” he coughs, leaning against the wall and taking the syringes. He feels his arm heat up uncomfortably, and the fracture heals itself, but still aches.

“Give me a sec!” Gibraltar yells. “Lifeline’s low, but so am I!”

“Revenant has downed me,” Bloodhound calls, their voice thick with what Elliott can only assume to be blood.

This is bad, Elliott thinks as he pops a shield cell. His chest is tight with pain and fear, and all he wants to do is scramble to his feet and find Bloodhound. Gibraltar sprints around the glacier, throws down his dome, and drops a shield battery, which Elliott scoops up and uses as fast as he physically can. “Bloodhound, where are you?”

“Near the respawn beacon!”

“Shit,” he hisses. Bloodhound had to be right between them and Revenant, and Revenant had to be coming for them. “Gibraltar, did you finish Lifeline off?”

“Yup,” he says, reloading his Prowler. “Anyone got some heavy ammo?”

But his words fall on deaf ears, because Elliott takes off towards Bloodhound’s indicator.

Another fiery orange projectile hits Elliott squarely in the chest, and he yells in frustration. “Hold on, Bloodhound, I’m coming for you!”

“No, Elliott, finish the match!” they yell weakly. “Leave me!”

“But-”

“Go!”

“No!” Elliott protests. “I’m not leaving you behind, so shut up!” He slides across the ground to Bloodhound’s shaking form and plunges the revival syringe straight into their chest. They gasp hard, and their body convulses for a brief moment. “Come on, stay with me,” he murmurs. His hand goes to theirs and hovers over it for just a moment, but he thinks better of it. Now’s not the time.

A fiery orange projectile hits the ground only a few feet away from them, just as Elliott is pulling Bloodhound to their feet. “You good?” he asks them.

“Yes. Now go!”

Elliott pops to his feet and grabs a stray syringe from the ground, plunging it into his wrist as he runs. His Wingman is almost out of ammo, and he only has a couple clips of his R-99 left. “Gibraltar, you good?”

“Right behind you!” he replies. “But I’m low on health!”

Revenant’s skeletal form comes into view once more as Elliott runs up the hill towards Refinery. He’s kneeling over Lifeline’s body, attempting to revive her.

Elliott fires the last two Wingman shots he has at Revenant, but to his dismay, only one of them connects. It collides with his shoulder, and he jumps to his feet, leaving Lifeline behind. Good, Elliott thinks. Now she can’t back him up. He switches to his R-99 and sprints harder, trying to catch up with him.

Elliott rounds the corner and promptly ducks as he sees another of Revenant’s silencers flying towards his head. He shoots another decoy forward, trying to give Revenant something else to focus on. Gibraltar gets hit with the silencer and grunts in frustration. Elliott pursues Revenant relentlessly, determined to get revenge on the bastard.

Finally the robot comes into view, and Elliott raises his gun at him. Most of the mag hits his target, and Revenant has to be close to dead.

“Mirage!” Gibby yells. “Get behind me!”

“Wh-”

“Just do it!”

Elliott shakes his head in disbelief but he does as Gibraltar says. “I don’t know what you’re planning but I hope it’s good.”

“Trust me,” Gibraltar says, raising what’s left of his gun shield. Elliott reloads his R-99, and in front of them, Revenant fires back with a few well-placed Eva-8 shots, obliterating Gibraltar’s gun shield. Gibby falls to the ground, his arm and gut bleeding profusely.

“Dude, what the hell-”

“Just finish him!” Gibraltar coughs, blood spattering onto the ice.

Elliott looks up in alarm. Revenant is almost upon him, and he’s leveling his R-301. The too-familiar panic settles in, but Elliott takes a deep breath, allowing it to remain inside him.

Everything goes quiet and still.

His R-99 moves seemingly of its own accord, locking onto Revenant’s head with ease. His fingers pull the trigger, and the stream of bullets shoots out like a laser, deadly accurate. Every single bullet connects to its target. Revenant is knocked backward by the force of it all, and he slumps to the ground, dead.

The R-99 falls out of Elliott’s hands.

His eyes sting and his knees give out.

“Attention. Winner decided.”

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apexjericho · 4 years

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Day 4: Prize

Mirage/Crypto

"I'm down!" Crypto grimaced clutching his side, "Damn," he was bleeding fast. It was late game and they had lost Octane early in the match leaving Mirage with the one and only Tae Joon Park against all the other squads of three. "Shit..." Elliott hisses as he tops off his shields. He was pinned between two squads and Crypto was in the next building over. "I got it just stay put," Elliott growls sending a decoy running out of cover as he jumped over it catching Lifeline off guard knocking her down with a well-placed wingman shot.

Popping off his ult Mirage climbs up to get the high ground over the two squads. Tae watched as he gunned down Caustic without a scratch. He hates to admit but, Elliott was damn fine when he was serious. Elliott watches as Wraith finishes off Loba for him, then sends a bullet through her skull as she tries to loot. "Two more..." Elliott mutters loading up his wingman. Smoke suddenly covers Wraith's downed body followed by the sounds of a revive. Elliott curses jumping into the smoke, it was a risky move but, Bangalore shooting his decoy shows him exactly where she was and the next second she was down.

"One more..." An enemy scan completely reveals Mirage's location to the last member of their squad... and of course, it was Bloodhound. "ELLIOTT!" Crypto shrieked trying to warn him before the cold steel of Hound's hunting knife was pressed against his throat. "You fought well... you deserve an honorable death..." Their voice hissed through their respirator but little did they know. Mirage huffs from behind them as the decoy fizzles away, "I'm sorry did I confuse you?" The echo of a wingman shot signaled the end of that squad and Elliott had actually pulled it off. How the hell?

Tae grunts as the syringe began healing his wounds, Mirage smirks looking down at him with a dreamy look, "Yo, if this was a movie you would kiss me madly and we would fall in love... and live happily ever after," he rambles voice soft and tender, "b-but those are just movies! n-not like I believe in those things..." he stutters realizing what he had just said. Crypto smirks watching him stumble further down a rabbit hole before pulling him into a kiss. Elliott melts returning the kiss ten-fold, he no longer gave a damn about the game, he had already won his prize.

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cellmint · 4 years

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Surprises

Crypto x Wattson

Word count-1781

Warning/Tags- Mentions of blood, good moments.

Rating-Teen

Summary-

Wattson visits Crypto in his room thanking him for the what he did in the arena.

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"Hey Crypto!" A familiar french girl spoke.

Crypto kept typing on his computer focusing on her voice.

"I want to thank you for saving me in the arena." She spoke.

Crypto turn around looking at her. The image of wattson covered in blood crawling on the floor in so much pain sent chills down his spine. He remember clear as day what happened yesterday. That day Crypto had a terrible feeling something bad was going to happen he just didn't know what it was, it felt lile a ticking time bomb about to set off anytime, so he was more alert than usual. He felt a hand on his shoulder annoying him.

"Hey Cryppy decide where you want to land already." Mirage spoke.

Wattson look at Crypto and Mirage curious. She look at Crypto reading his face and body language. He seem worried about something? She heard Crypto and stay quiet.

"Shut it old man. Let me focus." Crypto kept looking around and choose Capacitor.

They all land safely with no hostile in sight. They grab some pretty good loot. They manage to make it into the top 3. Crypto and Mirage did really good taking down some squads.

"Hey your doing pretty good kid." Mirage smiled giving a compliment.

"Your doing pretty sad old man keep up." He spoke cleaning some enemy blood off his face.

Wattson has done a pretty good job defending even doing some kills. In the arena she prove she's an excellent legend. Her intelligence and fast thinking always manage to save both of them.

"Final zone is going to be in Water Treatment." Wattson spoke checking the map.

Crypto took out his drone to scan the area. There where no hostiles around so they decided to go before squads beat them to it. All three of them ran Mirage sending his decoy. Once inside the ring they kept looking around. No hostiles in sight once again, Wattson was a bit behind picking up some loot.

"Aw man where are the hostiles?" Mirage complained.

"Afraid I'll take more kills than you?" Crypto respond.

Mirage yawn scratching his head. They look at Wattson as she kept running towards them.She seem very happy and cheerful. The minute she stick her head out of cover running towards her team she got shot on the abdomen. Crypto watch in horror as he saw her cough blood falling on the ground.

Crypto and Mirage both look at where it came from. Loba was on the top of water treatment smiling reloading her kraber.

"Wattson?!" Both Mirage and Crypto spoke.

Wattson cough blood crawling back to cover behind the rock She had tears coughing out blood her pained expression, her small tears. She rais her face up from the ground, the hole scene broke cryptos heart. She still had a gentle and kind smile, she spoke without her voice so crypto read her lips.

"I'm fine." She close her eyes smiling.

Crypto ran out of cover without thinking towards Wattson. Mirage took the oportunity looking around to find Loba. Crypto got shot on the arm going to Wattson. He pick her up and stabbed a syringe on her.

"Your going to be fine Natalie." Cryptos right hand tremble in pain.

Wattson was bleeding from her abdomen she began coughing out blood. She held his face with her right hand.

"I'm going to be fine." She respond.

Crypto stick the syringe in her body worried. He look at wattson, she was so strong to act as if shes alright even though shes clearly not, bleeding from her abdomen while also holding her ground once she got back up. He held her hand carefully keeping her balanced in case she would fallm Once he knew she was going to be alright Crypto look around for Mirage. He stick his head out and saw Loba fighting against him. The drone moved towards the area monitoring.

Mirage almost got down if it wasn't for Crypto snipping her in the face with a charge rifle. He made a small smile. The satisfaction of getting Loba after what she did to Wattson made him happy.

"Hello Crypto?" A voice spoke.

Crypto snap awake from his thoughts looking at Wattson.

"No problem." Crypto respond typing.

His left palm closed making a fist as he remember Loba and her stupid smile.

"You been in here for so long." Wattson spoke sitting down on cryptos sofa.

Crypto look at her curious. She was clearly searching for a conversation.

"You should take a break. What if you accompany me to buy some supplies for the legends." She spoke.

"Hm.. " Crypto close his eyes.

"Aw come on please. Pathfinder can tag along." She smile.

She got up to him looking at his eyes begging with puppy eyes. Crypto look away touching his keyboard.

"Fine." Crypto spoke.

He would enjoy a break after all. Making sure she's safe is a promise he made to himself. She's one of the only few that don't bother him, he even enjoys her company. He notice Wattson was still looking at him. How long was she watching him?! He show no emotion and move his eyes away while internally panicking.

"Mon coeur bat la chamade pour toi." She spoke in a low whisper.

He blink quickly confuse at what she said. He didn't speak french, Wattson's face flush red covering her face nervous.

"Are you alright." Crypto place his hand on her forehead to check her temperature.

She kept blushing looking down while playing with her fingers nervously. She got close to him and gave him a kiss on the lips. Wattson broke the kiss looking at him in the eyes tenderly. Crypto look surprised touching his lips. He began to blush a bit and Wattson ran off.

"I'll see you soon!" She ran off.

Crypto doze off and made a smile turning around to his computer.

"Aw that was cute!" Mirage spoke.

Crypto look back.

"My paranoid weirdo cryppy is all grown up." Mirage teased.

Crypto look at Mirage a bit annoyed and a bit ashamed. Mirage pat his head handing him a paper.

"This is what I need since your going to run some errands." Mirage spoke walking off.

Crypto open the paper it showed some notes on what to buy. Some of the words had lines over them while showing the fixed words. It consisted in around 5 items.

"Miss Paquett insist, I'll accompany you two." A voice spoke.

"Merci Doctor Caustic but I believe me and Crypto can handle the errands." Wattson smile.

"Very well. Do be careful Mis Andrade is around the area" He respond.

After a while Crypto got out to drink some water and found Wattson waiting for him. He got a bottle of water and left getting dragged by her. Wattson had some casual clothes on while leading the way.

"You didn't change clothes?" Wattson ask lookimg at him.

He had the same clothes he wore in the arena.

"? Where's Pathfinder?" He ask.

"His ahead of us probably buying the things. While we get there." She respond.

Crypto drone follow in a safe distance keeping an eye on both and there surroundings.

"I want to show you something!" Wattson smile.

Crypto follow after walking both of them had a lovely conversation. Wattson stop and smile showing this wonderful scenery of the sunset. As the sun lower and hid behind the mountains the lighting and atmosphere soothed crypto. The air of fresh bloomed flowers hit his nose. Staying indoors made him forget of how wonderful its like to go outside. He watched as the sky disolayed this orange color which didn't bother his eyes.

"Do you hear that?" Wattson smile.

Crypto didn't hear anything looking at Wattson confused.

"The sound of nature, the birds, the beez buzzing, the flowers moving into the air. The colors, scent and smell of these beautiful flowers." She closed her eyes smiling.

Crypto smile getting on his knees picking up a pink rose. He held the flower feeling it

"Thank you." He spoke.

Today has been a day of many wonderful surprises that Wattson has done. He seem so calm, he had tears running down his eyes which surprised Wattson. She rush to his side.

"Are you alright." She ask.

"Yes." He wipe the tears away with the palm of his hand.

His mother would always pick up pink and white roses from her garden. She enjoys them, seeing these flower, smelling it and feeling it just remind him of a home he once had, his forever family. Crypto held his chest closing his eyes. Wattson lied down on her back feeling the soft grass.

"I'm glad your having a good time." She spoke.

"I enjoy being with you." He spoke without thinking.

He lied down feeling the wind. He close his eyes. Wattson look to her right looking at Crypto. He moved his face to the left looking at her. In that moment they just felt like they where free in a way.

"Je t'aime"

"Salanghae"

Both spoke at the same time. The two of them look surprised and it took them a few solid mimutes for there brains to process what they just spoke. Wattson and Crypto began to blush. Crypto look up at the sky smiling. Wattson lean to Cryptos chest listening to his heart beat. She smile closing her eyes. It was a bit chilly since she had casual clothes and not had jacket.

"Lets go." Crypto spoke.

Wattson made a nod standing up helping crypto. He put his hands on his jacket and felt a piece of paper. He took it out, it was Mirage errands.

He wrapped it up about to throw if but Wattson took it and open it.

"Hey?" He respond but she stick out her tounge.

"We have errands to run." She smile.

He made a nod, she lead the way and after a while they bought everything they need. They even found pathfinder holding a few bags with everything that the legends ask for.

"Well lets get going friends." Path spoke as his screen made a thumbs up with a happy face.

All three of them walk home. Wattson held Cryptos hand gently and softly. They all talked until they arrived.

"Yes!" Mirsge spoke with his things.

"Pumpkins?" Wattson tilt her head but brush it off.

Crypto shrug walking to his room calling it a day. His drone return to him as it displayed a small hologram of Loba watching the two of them in the field makjng a sly smile which irritated Crypto.

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thebliznet · 4 years

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Catch Feelings, Murderous Boy

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Rated: M

A Bloodhound X Revenant Fanfiction

A Requested One-Shot Fanfiction

Duo Written: @iamblothhundr as Bloodhound!!

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I’m going to kill them. I’m going to kill them! I’m going to fucking kill them all!

I was forced behind a boulder with the annoying other robot, Pathfinder, he calls himself. We were fighting on the hill-top between Epic Center and Refinery. Both our bodies were covered in tears and dents like some chip bags stuck in the trash. Though, I was more beat up than Pathfinder. The reason why, I’m doing most of the work, of course. Though I will give it to the damn guy, he’s a fighter, but not to my liking.

We were using our Shield Shells, recharging as fast as possible since the other team we were versing was doing the same. Why was this taking so long? There were only two of them, desperate for medical supplies to heal their wounds.

“Do you have any more shield cells, Friend?” Pathfinder asked with his chipper voice that annoyed me down to my core. “I don’t have anymore.”

I huffed at him. I didn’t want to share, but his body was reliable. I could use him as a decoy. Damn, that airhead called Mirage would have been perfect for this fight right now…

I threw the cells at Pathfinder and he simply caught them in his arms.

“We need to hurry up and shake this team off us,” I told him, hoping he would make a valid response.

“Gibraltar and Wraith are really good at what they do best! I will always expect a great fight with them!” Pathfinder answered as he finished up recharging his shield.

“Yeah, yeah. Now, where the hell are they?”

Pathfinder points towards another boulder not too far from us.

“Just a few meters from us! I can hear a syringe being used!”

Suddenly, I heard the crack of a Sentinel ring through the air, followed by the thud of a death box, and a loud curse from Wraith.

Pathfinder and I both spun our heads to the direction of where the sound of the shot came from. We saw Bloodhound reloading the Sentinel and adding a Shield Battery for an extra kick. Mirage was doing a little cheer, peering over the edge of the silo they were situated on. Bloodhound brought their sniper rifle back up, zeroing in on Wraith.

My hatred for Bloodhound began to burn. I never understood why I despised whatever they were, but I knew I never hated their capability of killing. They were more impressive than anyone else in this damn game and I don’t give away a lot of compliments.

“Shit. The last team is already here.” I pointed out, glancing back at Pathfinder. “Think you can toss a grenade up there without getting yourself killed?”

I realized I wasn’t completely recharged with shields before I asked him, and sped up my pace towards finishing. I was horribly banged up against my metal body. If I didn’t put some sort of protection now, I would not handle the last fight for barely a moment.

“Don’t worry! That’s easy!” Pathfinder answered and took off for the tower. He shot his grapple halfway up the tower and pulled himself up while grabbing a grenade from his bag over his shoulders. He tossed it to Bloodhound’s team mid-flight before hitting the ground.

Mirage was hit by the grenade; almost knocked before Bloodhound pulled him away from it.

The hunter jumped from the silo, pulling out their P-Twenty-Twenty, and firing a few shots into Pathfinder’s head as he tried to run for cover.

Pathfinder was able to grapple again as he took off, but halfway through Bloodhound’s shots, he lost control of his glide and crashed into the snow.

“Ow.” He easily says.

I groaned at his attempt at attacking. It was fucking embarrassing. I stood up from my cover and stared up at Bloodhound, growling at him. Suddenly, a bullet flew past my face, knocking me out of my stare. I instantly turned toward the direction the bullet came from and fired my G-Seven-Scout. It nearly hit Wraith in the bridge of her nose, but she took cover before it made it. I heard another curse word from her, making me laugh to myself.

I remembered I had a teammate and took my time to get to Pathfinder, sliding down the hill to get him up.

“I thought I told you not to die, Idiot?” I asked him.

“I’m sorry. I will do better next time!” Pathfinder exclaimed while I rushed him back to cover, dropping a few more shield cells at his feet.

I looked at my bracelet, forced on my wrist to check on my totem. I still had half a minute before I could activate it.

“My totem is almost ready,” I told Pathfinder and he responded with a sound coming from his voice. I looked back at Bloodhound’s team, keeping my focus on them.

I had noticed Mirage was halfway through a medkit when a kunai took him out between his eyes by Wraith. His death box fell from the edge of the silo. I could hear Bloodhound’s growl as they took out their hatchet from their belt, slid down the zipline, and ran towards the boulder Wraith had sheltered behind. I heard a thud and a pleasant scream of agony from Wraith.

I needed to rush that fight, but I felt something in my core that wouldn’t let me charge. It was wasting my damn time. My insides began to heat up, making me accidentally press down against the trigger of my gun and startled my teammate.

“Are you alright? Are you angry?” I heard Pathfinder ask, pissing me off.

“No! I’m not angry!” I yelled at him. “The moment that fight ends, you push! Got it?”

Pathfinder pulls out a thumbs up.

“Got it!”

I heard a grunt escape Bloodhound’s throat before seeing Wraith thrown out from behind the boulder. I was suddenly intrigued by what the hunter was about to do to her, seeing Wraith’s shoulder covered in her spilling blood against her suit as she fell in the snow. My circuits were burning as I finally began to feel a temperature from them against the metal due to this front row seat of the fight.

Bloodhound plunged towards Wraith with her knife in their neck, staining Bloodhound’s mask. Though, as Wraith fell, the hunter took another hack at her neck and finished her off. Bloodhound took a raspy breath, bringing a hand up to reconnect their respirator after Wraith’s knife had knocked it loose. Once it was working again, they turned towards the robots, gripping the hatchet in their hand.

I growled at them from afar before summoning my totem behind my cover. Pathfinder didn’t touch while I did, turning into my true form. The happy robot didn’t completely follow his instructions, ziplining up into the air, and fired his Hemlock anywhere that would hit Bloodhound’s body.

Bloodhound had released their own growl, low and guttural, and threw the hatchet, cleanly cutting Pathfinder’s arm off at the shoulder. They pulled their P-Twenty-Twenty out again, aiming it for the Marvin.

Disappointingly, that arm was controlling Pathfinder’s grapple, so he instantly crashed into the snow below. I tsked at the idiot, pulling out my G-Seven-Scout, and fired at Bloodhound from afar to give Pathfinder another chance to recover.

“Hurry up and get up!” I growled into the mic.

Pathfinder seemed to be in a lot of pain, but he stood back up and closed in on Bloodhound with his Havoc. He begins to charge up the weapon.

A grenade suddenly rolled between Pathfinder’s feet, only giving him a moment before exploding beneath him. I looked at my last enemy with shock. Bloodhound, covered in blood and oil, turned their attention to me.

“Come, Felagi Fighter. Let us finish this.” They rasped, breathless, and lungs screaming from exertion. They looked to be aching due to the knife in their neck and their respirator had been shot to hell.

I growled again like a hungry wolf. Why did I hate this impressive opponent? They are a wit at their work, but I never wanted to see them in my field of view compared to anyone else.

“I hope you know I’ll be tearing you apart, right?” I shot near their body, playfully warning them.

“Threats are empty. Actions will prove who wins today.” They take a step back as the Ring begins to close. “Though, dying in the Ring will not serve either of us well.” They turn then, moving towards Epic Center.

Them and their unnecessary fucking lectures…

“Oh, just shut up.” I spat before charging for them, shooting out one of my Silencer Orbs. It landed near Bloodhound’s foot as they stepped and exploded, taking out their abilities in an instant. Then, I fired two bullets in their back.

Bloodhound grunted as the bullets ripped through their shoulder. They turn, raising their P-Twenty-Twenty to take a few shots at my head. Their aim was slack, obviously in pain. A bullet made it into my shoulder; it was strong enough to pull me back into the snow. I grunt to the impact of the bullet, hurrying back up to my feet. I fired for the hunter again. This time, in their legs. Bloodhound avoided the shot but stumbled back with blood loss keeping them from standing again. They snarl at me, fumbling for a grenade. They pull out a Thermite, rolling it down towards me.

“Shit.” I rolled my body away and made it back on my feet. I take my time walking towards Bloodhound, listening to the grenade burn in the snow. “Just give up and I’ll kill you faster.”

“It is my pride to perish with a weapon in my hand. I will not back down.” Bloodhound rasp, struggling to take a deep breath. They shakily raise their Sentinel, firing.

The bullets strike me straight in the chest. I coughed up my oil as I fell to my knees, dropping my weapon. They had shot my damn core, one of the weakest parts in this body of mine. I hollered from anger and frustration. Why was I taking so long to kill them? I tried my best to pull out my last gun, but the bullet in my core was affecting my movements. Every time I moved, I buckled.

“Die, you piece of shit! Stop fucking talking!” I yelled.

“You ask me…” The hunter paused, taking a moment to gain their breath back. “…To accept defeat, but…will not accept…yourself.” They chuckled, but it trails into a wet cough. Bloodhound’s cough turns to a wracking cough, unable to catch their breath as they fall back, laying on their back.

I winced at their collapse for some reason, but I kept buckling towards them. Why? Why did it bother me? The laughter the hunter released had burned my circuits.

“I don’t care if I die. I only care about your blood being spilled. You’re a pain in the ass. You’re constantly killing everyone and leaving me with the dead bodies to pick with. You’re always taking out damn squads in only a matter of minutes and you steal my kill leader titles.” I replied, clawing through the snow. “Get out of my damn way!”

Bloodhound’s mask turns towards me, a hand reaching out.

“You are jealous of me. I see now that this is not my battle to vinna. It is yours, take it.” Their breath rattled, lungs filling up with blood.

“I’m not –” I began to yell, but I had stopped myself. I couldn’t handle this damn fool anymore. I had made it to them, grabbing the hunter by their throat and lifted them into the air. My body began to shake due to the bullet still in my core. I stared up at Bloodhound with so much hate, but I couldn’t pull out the strength to break their neck.

“You’re a fucking parasite.” I spat before dropping them back into the snow.

Bloodhound was dead and the Announcer had called me the Apex champion.

~~~

Several hours later, Bloodhound woke in the medical ward. Their breath like a sword through their chest. They reached up, pulling their oxygen mask down so they could see past it.

I was already there, standing at the foot of the bed they were in. My head was tilted with my hands gripped against the bar. My eyes were digging into the wounded hunter’s.

Bloodhound blinked down at me, moving to sit up with a pained groan.

“I think this may be the first time I’ve had a visitor in the ward. Though, that’s because no one is allowed to visit me in the ward.” They smile at me, speaking slowly with a rasp in their voice. The hunter replaced the oxygen mask for a moment before pulling it away to talk again. “I didn’t expect to see so soon.”

“What the hell does that mean?” I growled with my hands tightening against the bars. I was trying my best not to attack them for that remark. I didn’t want to fight an entire army right now and I normally loved the army versus one fights; easy death count.

“You are angry with me. It would only make sense for you to confront me. I simply thought you would wait until I was out, so you could challenge me.” Bloodhound placed the mask back over their face, looking around the room for something. Then, the hunter sighed.

I scoffed.

“At your death-bed gives a higher chance at no survival. You don’t understand ruthless.” I stepped towards the side of the bed, getting close to them as I sharpened one of my hands.

“Why wait for me to awaken, then? Surely it’s easier while I sleep.” Bloodhound winced. They bring a scarred hand to their chest as they were hit with wracking coughs, choking on their breath. They didn’t seem to react to my approach.

That was it; I couldn’t handle their coughs anymore.

“Are you alright?” I felt my insides warming up as I asked. Did I need to be repaired again? Did the hunter damage my core? Why was I worried about them? I wanted to end Bloodhound for bothering me so much, but I kept fucking thinking about that cough.

It took another minute before Bloodhound could breathe again, taking short, calculated breaths from the oxygen mask. They looked up at me, eyes wet from coughing, and nodded. After another few moments, they pulled the mask away to talk.

“This was my home, my father worked on the harvester. When it melted down, the coolant scarred my lungs. That is why I wear the mask.” The hunter sighed, settling back against the bed. “I’ll have to repair it before the next game.”

“…I don’t hate you.” I suddenly said, embarrassing myself. I knew I couldn’t take that back, so I continued talking, keeping my eyes on Bloodhound while my insides burned. At this point, I noticed some steam releasing from a hole in my ankle. “You…you fucking annoy me. You’re always in my head. You piss me off entirely. So, why do I care about your damn cough? I would love to see you die here and now.”

Bloodhound looks at me, frowning with their head tilting as much as it could without the oxygen mask falling off.

“I…cannot tell you what you feel, but I can help you figure it out on your own. What would you ask of me? Do you feel this for anyone else?”

“You’re the only person on my mind most of the day. It isn’t anybody else. Did you put a chip in me? Are you controlling me? What the hell are you doing to me?!” I yelled, raising my sharp fingers near Bloodhound’s throat, but I couldn’t do it. I couldn’t touch them. I realized I was scared to hurt the hunter. I even noticed the hunter didn’t flinch. They merely brought a hand up and took my hand into theirs.

“You know that I have not. This is the first time I have touched you outside of the games. And even if I could…living a life under someone else’s control is no life at all. I’d never subject someone to such.” Bloodhound answered.

“Then, what the hell is wrong with me?” My steel body began to cool while my eyes were completely focused on the hunter. I desperately wanted to know why I was so annoyed and interested in them.

“Come, sit beside me so I don’t have to lean quite so far.” The hunter patted the edge of the bed with their free hand; their other hand still holding mine.

I stared at them a while longer before stepping away from them. I finally understood what was wrong with me; I cared for Bloodhound. I wanted to sit beside them. For the first time, in a long time, I was terrified.

Bloodhound frowned at me when I had stepped away. Their hand was covered in blood due to holding onto my claws.

“You seem to have had a revelation. Was it a good one?” They asked as they moved to stand up, legs weak beneath them.

I don’t answer them, stepping back when they got closer. I didn’t want to believe what I felt in my core. It had a whole new meaning towards every moment I was near Bloodhound. It gave me a new emotion. I wanted to leave them, but I wouldn’t budge.

Bloodhound paused, staring at me intently.

“Will you tell me what it is? So I may act in kind?” They asked.

There was a spark of recognition in Bloodhound’s eyes, as if they already knew what I felt and wanted me to admit it. They put their weight against the bed, breath heavy as they stood.

I wanted an excuse to leave and the excuse I wanted was right in front of me, what I wanted to avoid.

“I’ll speak to you when you recover. I’ll be watching.” I told the hunter before disappearing out of the room through a puff of black smoke.

END

#apex legends #revenant x bloodhound #bloodhound x revenant #what is the ship name #requested prompt #anon #duo written #fanfiction #writing #tumblr exclusive #revenant practice #long post sorry #every time when i try to use the cut off to make the post smaller i get an error so sorry

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karpeted-kitchen · 4 years

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MIRAGE TIPS I FOUND WHILE BEING A COMPLETELY CRAZY ASS MIRAGE PLAYER

1. Use his ultimate to be aggressive and push! It’s more efffective than running away! use it to push inside a building and turn in a COMPLETELY DIFFERENT DIRECTION so they can’t track which one is real!

2. You can use the ult to flank by PRETENDING TO BE A DECOY! if you do it perfectly, pop your ult, quickly change the direction you were going (still to the enemy but angled a bit) and act like a decoy, run straight and sorta away from them. I’ve done this and they looked right at me and ignored me since they thought i was a decoy so i turned on them and destroyed em.

3. His tactical should be used 24/7, always have a little mirage buddy running ~5m in front of you, especially when pushing, have it slightly in front of you and aim it to the enemy so they shoot it and you can get around them

4. DONT USE YOUR ULTIMATE OR TACTICAL WHEN REVIVING!! People are smart enough to remember that he turns invisible, ive tried to trick people but it never works. Best way to revive is to tell your teammate to move somewhere different and then revive in a place different from where the enemy downed them/saw them last, otherwise they can just aim and pray

5. Use Tactical while healing!! Once again, put the decoy out where the enemy can see it, and heal behind cover. You can still strafe and whatnot while healing so they will think that’s actually you just avoiding their shots while you heal up and they stay distracted

6. The looting trick! This is when we just finished a match, and as we all know, the chance of a 3rd party is high. So while your looting, put you decoy in the open in front of a deathbox (you want him to be the first one the enemy see) and don’t control it! Let it stand there while you crouch behind cover to loot! It helps warn you of a 3rd party as well!!

7. GET UP IN THEIR FACE! When you use your ultimate is very important, i like to use a decoy to trick them, and then as soon as they realize it’s a decoy they normally know where you are, so run up RIGHT IN FRONT OF EM AND POP THAT ULT! You will get a PERFECT 1-3 seconds of confusion vs. using your ultimate at a distance! literally become them, that’s how close you should be.

let me know if y’all have any other tips!! Learning mirage has been so much fun and i can’t wait to learn even more!!

#apex legends #apex #apex mirage #apex legends mirage

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rattlung · 5 years

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aight homie i just finished a sandwich, let’s fucking go

(I have this thing where i firmly believe that crypto’s drone is like find familiar in dnd. just the idea of him sitting in a room with his squad and feeling secure enough to log onto the drone and get all this information and relay it to them, only to log off and find that they left already gets a cheeky little laugh out of me

also you’re gonna have to forgive all the inconsistencies with the areas such as building layouts in this compared to the game. i’m just rlly missin kings canyon and my brain refuses to process the new map well enough to remember what half the stuff looked like lmao)

and why are crypto and mirage always on the same team but their third gets switched out all the time? who knows. let it be a mystery

i chose established relationship btw :^)

----=----

Mirage hated when the ring closed in in Fuel Depot. There were just too many angles to watch for, too many buildings to hole up in, and too many points of interests to rotate from. Ending up there before the ring caught up usually meant fighting too many squads at once without a break in between.

At least one of the teams had Pathfinder on it. He and Mirage were both perched on separate roofs across from the other, using the back wall and AC units for cover, keeping an eye on each other through the thick plexiglas. Every so often, they’d peek out and fire a few shots off, sometimes hitting, most of the time not.

Once, Mirage had gotten him good, the sound of Path’s shields shattering after two direct hits with his Wingman. Pathfinder immediately fell back into cover, but he upped the volume on his speakers to call out, “Amazing shots, friend!”

Mirage laughed and ducked behind his own cover to reload the pistol. “You’re not so bad yourself, for a bot!”

He couldn’t see him anymore, but he could still hear Pathfinder’s cheerful, “Thank you!”

Shaking his head, Mirage settled down to check his ammo. He could stand to continue his and Path’s weird little competition, poke him down some more to whittle away at his meds, but he wanted to be sure he had enough for the last fight. With the way things were, it was going to be a big one. He could see the alarming red glow of Wattson’s fences through the windows of the building Pathfinder had been standing on. There was no sign of Wraith, but Mirage knew she’d be close if not already knocked out of the match.

Caustic, his other teammate, had hunkered down in the smaller, single-floored house off to Mirage’s right. Every door was blocked off, denying entry to any enemies - and teammates, something Mirage was sure he did on purpose.

There wasn’t any movement anywhere else in Depot, but there were two more teams left that weren’t accounted for. Capitol City was close, but the amount of space that wasn’t being burnt up by the ring was small. If both teams were out there, they would have clashed by now, thought the only shots Mirage heard so far were his own and Pathfinder’s.

Crypto had muttered something about hunting them down a while ago. He’d hopped up onto a desk left behind on the top floor of Mirage’s building, tossed out his drone, and focused on the holo screen in front of him without another word. That had been about ten minutes ago and he still hadn’t said anything yet. Every so often, Mirage would catch sight of a green light zipping in between the little valley separating Depot from Capitol City, so he assumed the chase was still on.

Mirage looked back out over his AC unit and saw Pathfinder doing the same. Quickly, before he could tell himself no, Mirage fired his Wingman once, twice, and didn’t find his mark. Pathfinder ducked back again, anyway.

“Those were warning shots!”

Behind him, through the open door, he could hear Crypto speak. “Gibraltar’s squad,” he announced shortly. “Racing the ring.”

“Loud and clear,” Mirage replied even though he knew Crypto couldn’t hear him. Anything the drone couldn’t see or hear, neither could Crypto, at least when the remote was active. And the drone was way out there, toward Capitol city right where Mirage had expected a team to be. All three teams accounted for.

Wait, four teams. There were four teams left.

That was probably why he could hear footsteps beneath him.

Mirage jolted up to his feet and sprinted back inside, flinging the door shut behind him before Pathfinder could get any crazy ideas. He headed for the stairs rather than alert Crypto, because it might have been Caustic, and he didn’t want to look stupid and panic over a false alarm that would aggravate both of his teammates.

The door downstairs swung open and Mirage could hear the hollow clanking of metal canisters, the sound of boots hitting metal too fast to be Caustic.

Bangalore, then. Mirage had spent too long running from that sound to not recognize it. It was a little lucky, though. He’d fought her enough times to know that she could get a little too eager for a kill; seeing a target with its back to her tunneled her vision. Mirage could handle her, he just needed to take the fight downstairs and away from his stationary teammate.

Who knows, maybe the fighting would draw Caustic out of his little rat hole and he’d actually contribute on his own volition for once. Doubtful, but a man could dream.

Mirage picked off a grenade from his belt and rolled it down the stairs after pulling its pin. He hoped the tapping of metal on metal was enough to grab the soldier’s attention, but if not the following explosion would do the trick. Mirage ran to the door at the opposite end of the room, using the noise to cover his movement, and vaulted over the railing.

He dropped in front of the open garage. Seeing no sign of Bangalore, he sent in a decoy to test the waters for him. It ran calmly in at its own pace and stopped the second it hit a wall, appearing as if it were looking out the window. He almost thought Bangalore had retreated to another building when a single shot cut through the decoy’s head and Mirage heard the ping of the tech on his left shoulder go out as the decoy shimmered away.

Still in the building then.

He pulled another grenade off his belt and threw it toward the corner he’d seen the shots come from. This time, Bangalore answered with the thumping pop of her smoke launcher dropping a thick cloud that smothered the first floor. Mirage cursed, hearing steps cross the room right before the grenade went off - steps that went toward the stairs.

Mirage ran into the smoke toward the sound, ignoring how he couldn’t see a foot in front of him, and pulled his Carbine out from where it’d been resting along his back. Once out of the garage area, the room beyond it was small so it didn’t take more than a few seconds to come across Bangalore through the haze; she let him know he’d found her by swinging out with the butt of her Scout. Mirage ducked under it narrowly and came back up using his shoulder, shoving Bangalore back. If it was hand-to-hand combat she wanted it, it was hand-to-hand combat she was not not going to get. She’d win that any day of the week. What Mirage needed was distance and enough room to aim without firing from the hip.

A blue light began to glow through the slowly fading smoke and Mirage heard the mechanical whirring of a Peacekeeper warming up just in time to lurch away. The spread was more controlled and easy to avoid thanks to the attached choke, but if Bangalore even got one shot in on him, he’d be in a lot of trouble.

The smoke was mostly cleared now and Bangalore rose her Peacekeeper to aim at the first figure she saw, blinking before she could pull the trigger. Mirage stood in front of her, one hand on his hip and grinning like he’d done something to be proud of. To his right, Mirage fired off a round from his finger gun, pretended to blow smoke from the barrel, and winked at her. In between the three of them, Mirage seemed to be checking the state of his hair in the reflection that wasn’t there in the glass of the window. Somewhere off in the back, Mirage waved over the shoulder of Mirage almost like he was trying to get her attention.

Bangalore scowled harshly. “Son of a - “

Behind her, Mirage thumped the back of her head with his Wingman. “Quite the prebi - predippa - “ He winced at himself, pulled the trigger. “Bad situation,” he finished as a purple death box clattered to the floor. “Bad situation, got it.”

“What happened?”

Mirage turned to see Crypto at the bottom of the stairs. He didn’t seem particularly panicked, just eyed the several Mirages that littered the room and the door that was blown out - presumably from one of the grenades he’d thrown earlier. Mirage looked around, too, like it was his first time seeing the chaos himself, then down at the crate Bangalore had left behind, and finally back to Crypto.

“Oh, nothing, honey,” he said, waving the other off to match with his put-on dismissive tone. “Just another one of those salespeople, don’t worry about it. I told them we weren’t interested.”

Crypto’s brow rose and if it wasn’t for the small, tiny snort, Mirage would have thought he wasn’t amused. “Good work.”

The smile dropped from Mirage’s face. “What?”

Crypto’s head tilted. “Good work,” he repeated slowly, coming off more like a question.

“Oh,” Mirage said, though he still sounded confused himself - or maybe shocked. He pulled himself together quickly. The showy grin returned and he shrugged. “Oh, yeah, well, of course. What else did you expect?”

Crypto’s curious look didn’t fade away, but he must have decided to spare Mirage any questioning. “Two teams left. We are almost through.”

Mirage nodded and pulled off his pack, mostly as an excuse to get out from under the scrutinizing gaze. “Right, yeah, just gotta patch myself up real quick.”

“Take your time,” Crypto told him, heading back for the stairs, hands in his pockets. “Caustic isn’t going anywhere.”

----=----

Usually when Crypto ventured out further into the drop ship it was when he knew no one else would be in the halls, and even then he liked to have his drone with him. Elliott jokingly referred to it as the “buddy system”. Any time Crypto would leave, Elliott would notice that the drone would lift from its docking station to follow him and he’d call out, “Wait, don’t forget your buddy!”, like maybe the drone was following him as a preference rather than just being programmed to track and follow Crypto’s position.

But that was Elliott, always putting personality and character into anything.

Today, though, that wasn’t possible. Not after it’d been shot down late in the match earlier that day. He’d been forced to leave it back at it his dorm, laid out on his desk waiting for repairs. Ones that would probably take up the majority of the evening if he got distracted, which he probably would. He still showered quickly, because it was best to get started even if it was tedious.

The mess hall was loud when he passed it and full enough that no one noticed him when he slipped by. They weren’t landing that night as the morning block schedule started tomorrow for the games, so everyone must have gathered to make a mess in the kitchen together rather than spend the night alone. Crypto remembered hearing Gibraltar mention Pathfinder’s stew during the day, but had shrugged off the invitation despite the general interest of seeing how well the robot could pull it off.

He was more interested in the quiet of the dorms. With Octane gone, there was bound to be plenty of it. Every time he even thought about the speakers Octane had set up, pointing out of his room, Crypto felt the corners of his mouth twitch down involuntarily. He never said anything, though, because Octane was nice. Actually, joining the Apex Games forced him to learn several different skills; most were for survival, like how to tune out a lot of incessant noises.

However, when he crossed into the threshold of the dorms, there was still music blaring through the sitting area - music that came from his room. Crypto ventured closer and stopped in the doorway, coming across the sight of Elliott stretched out on his bed, and waited for the other to notice him.

Which didn’t take too long. Elliott let the magazine he’d been reading drop onto his chest then onto his lap when he sat up to smile at Crypto. “Oh, hey. I figured you’d be sneaking around somewhere.” He leaned over to paw at the remote left on the desk and the thundering rock lowered into a more bearable volume. “I fixed your drone, by the way. There wasn’t much I could do about the casing - that’s one gnarly bullet hole. It’s up and running, though, but I would still run diagnostics. Anyway, I was wondering what you wanted to do for dinner, because everyone’s in the mess, but there might be some of Path’s stew leftover by the time they all leave. If not, though, lemme tell ya, I got the best recipe for - what? Oh god, what?”

“You fixed my drone?” Crypto asked, voice tight despite his efforts put into appearing unworried.

“Well.” Elliott threw a look over to where the drone was docked, its eye glowing a faint green. He looked back at Crypto nervously. “Well, now I’m not so sure because you’re acting like maybe me doing that wasn’t very intellella - a very good idea.”

Crypto moved over to the desk, picking up the drone’s control cube and effectively putting his back to Elliott. He didn’t want the other to see his expression or to let on how genuinely worried he now was. There were a dozen different kinds of firewalls he’d implemented into the drone’s software, ones that - if they weren’t passed through carefully enough - could brick the entire system entirely. It was for safety, mostly, since the drone stored quite a bit of data that he technically wasn’t supposed to have. If Elliott had hit even one of those, it was likely Crypto would have to reboot the entire drone. That could take hours depending on how severe the damage to the hardware was. Which, like Elliott had said, was pretty severe. If that were the case, he probably wouldn’t be able to use the drone in the games tomorrow, but -

But besides a slightly distorted screen, the remote communicated to the drone with maybe only a quarter of a second of lag. On the dock, its green light grew more intense and buzzed with power.

Crypto’s shoulders slouched and his head tilted quizzically.

“I’m sorry,” Elliott burst out suddenly. “I probably should have asked - or just, y’know, not even touched it. I just stopped by to wait for you and saw it laying there and thought I’d do you a favor, but - “

“It’s fine,” Crypto told Elliott, and also himself.

The other seemed hopeful, yet still a little unsure at the surprise lilting in Crypto’s tone. “Yeah?”

“Ya,” he assured, turning just enough to show off the functioning holo screen before he snapped the control cube shut. He wanted to ask how he’d managed it, but judging by the shocked expression on Elliott’s face Crypto imagined he wouldn’t get much of a straight answer. In a sense, the trickster still managed to create more work for him, since he now worried about the effectiveness of his security protocols, but he’d work on that later. For now, Elliott really had done him a favor. He pocketed the cube and aimed a small smile at him. “Thank you.”

For a split second, Elliott’s features lit up. A genuine, relieved smile curved his lips and Crypto knew that if something actually had been wrong, he wouldn’t have told the other. That scared him a little bit, implications of what that could mean caught him off guard, but in favor of enjoying Elliott Witt’s smile, he decided he just wasn’t going to think about it.

Because it was gone soon enough, replaced by a cheaper grin that still wasn’t bad to look at. “Don’t mention it,” Elliott told him with a nonchalant shrug. “All in a day’s work. Actually, mention it if you want to, I’m not gonna stop you.”

Crypto scoffed and rolled his eyes. “I think I’ll restrain myself for now.”

“If that blew you away,” Elliott continued, pointedly ignoring him. “Then wait until you get a load of my pork chops.” He paused and gave Crypto a considering look. “That kinda sounded suggestive and weird - but I promise, they’re really good.”

----=----

“We need to push someone.”

Mirage pulled back around the rock he’d been looking out from behind to level his teammate with an annoyed and disbelieving look. “Yeah. Yeah, okay, Wraith, let’s push someone - here’s our options.” He pointed down further into Thermal Station where he’d been watching the boxed in, electric hum of fences. “We got Wattson and Gib’s fortress of solitude, or - “ He then jerked his head to gesture up toward the train tracks high above them, “ - Bangalore’s fun and interactive ‘Shooting Fish in a Barrel’ game. Let’s just push one!”

Wraith narrowed her eyes at him, teeth gritting at the sarcasm. “The ring is closing, Mirage.”

“What do you want us to do, Wraith? We can’t go left without giving Bangalore a clear line of sight. There’s no way we head into Thermal without Gibraltar calling down his bombardment on us on our way in, and even if we did make it, we’d be walking straight into Wattson’s fences. She probably has her weird, generator thing set up, so it’s not like we can just flush them out with ‘nades. No matter what, we’re caught out.”

It really was an unlucky circle. They had landed out at Epicenter and had too many fights that lasted too long; most of the match was spent running and out-healing the burn of the ring. By the time they’d caught up and were able to catch their breath, they were left out of position as the other teams made it there before them. If it hadn’t pretty much cost them the game, Mirage would have found petulant joy in the fact that Wraith really couldn’t prove him wrong.

She looked over at Crypto, who’d been passively watching the argument and looking like he had no intentions to intervene. Wraith rose her brow very pointedly in a nonverbal question Mirage couldn’t catch.

Before he could snap, ask, What are you looking at him for?, Crypto shrugged one shoulder. “I’ll take care of it.”

That seemed to satisfy her, because she threw a thankful look up to the sky.

Mirage looked between them. “Take care of what?”

Neither answered him. Crypto’s hands pulled from his pockets and his focus went into the control cube, his drone buzzing to life and zipping around their cover.

Wraith stepped passed Mirage to follow it. “Get ready to move,” she told him, blue sparks crawling around her right arm. She clenched her fist and the air around it popped in a high pitched, suctioning sound. Left behind was a small, pulsing orb with a trail that connected it to Wraith as she took off in a sprint around the very edge of the ring. Straight for Thermal.

“Uh, team?”

The popping of a G7 above them startled Mirage and the dirt kicked up at Wraith’s feet, but she was too fast. Weaving in and out of boulders and using the haze of the storm to her advantage, she was able to avoid the shots until it was all downhill into the factory. Just above her was the green light of Crypto’s drone, keeping pace.

Then, the sky darkened after the low, rumbling call for mortars and Mirage heard himself crying out, “What was the plan, here?”

Before the ground started shaking and explosives started blasting the dirt in smoke and fire, Wraith slid down the decline for the extra momentum and kicked off the ledge right above the platform.

They’ve got a shot on you.

The barrel of Wattson’s Devotion glinted from the glow of the lava when it lifted to aim at her. She could hear the energy start to burn as it fired up.

You’re in danger - move!

“Phasing,” Wraith called into the comms, and with her left hand she pulled. Like a curtain, reality opened for her and she slipped right through.

A few seconds behind came the drone, its green aura already shifting to something much more intense, to blue, to white. It hung above the fortified platform, pulsing, pulsing, until it burst out in a massive wave. Fence nodes sizzled, circuits fried, and the electricity buzzing between them died out. The dome shield Gibraltar had thrown out at the first sign of an oncoming attack fanned and faded away. Even the Interception Pylon hidden behind a stack of crates went dark.

Wraith stepped back through and the second she did, she punched a hole to finish the tunnel. “Portal’s placed.”

The air distorted as something passed between it, and out from the roiling black exit came Mirage, Peacekeeper preemptively raised and ready to fire. Gibraltar’s shields shattered easily on the first hit, knocking him back against the platform’s railing and sending his own EVA-8 blast wide. On the second hit, Gib was down. Mirage cocked the shotgun and turned, but Wraith was already standing above the electrician’s deathbox.

“Only the two of them,” she remarked, twirling the kunai in a competent flip, showing off a job well done.

“That,” Mirage went to add, “must have looked so cool.”

Another surge announced Crypto’s arrival through the portal and Mirage rounded on him instantly.

“Babe, that was sick! That’s gonna be in the highlight reels for weeks, no doubt about it. I didn’t even know you could do that with your drone.”

Minutely, Crypto’s eyes widen and his mouth opened, but nothing came out. Quickly, he snapped it shut and just tried to school his expression when too much time had passed in between the intention to speak and actually speaking. Mirage still stared at him expectantly - shrewdly, even - so Crypto escaped by cutting his gaze away entirely, purposefully focusing on nothing but the deathbox Gibraltar had left.

Huh, Mirage thought, perhaps a little too excited. He sidled up next to the other to pick through some ammo for himself, but mostly so he could reach around Crypto to get a better look at his face and barely hid the fact that he was doing so. Mirage was utterly delighted to find that the apples of his cheeks were a good shade or two darker than usual and he couldn’t help but grin at the sight.

Crypto caught him staring soon enough and glared. He snatched the scope off of Gibraltar’s dropped EVA and ditched the box entirely, pulling the collar of his coat up higher to block Mirage out as he stormed away.

Mirage would have to make it up to him later, definitely. But for now? For now, he was just going to enjoy knowing that fact that maybe he wasn’t the only one who enjoyed showing off.

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plot twist, they BOTH like getting praised.

anyway sorry for the weak ending. was caught up on it for some reason and i tried like five different versions and didn’t like em but i figured getting it out there was better than staring at it. the prompt itself even kinda lost its way tbh but we be out here y’know we’re just chillin

also after wraith’s short i just imagine her and crypto as those types of friends that you had in high school when someone says some dumb shit and you immediately find each other’s eyes across the room and just give each other that long suffering look.

proof read once, so if there’s mistakes let me know - and thank you for sending something in, sorry i barely followed it !

#apex legends #cryptage #crypto #mirage #elliott witt #tae joon park #kon's a writer

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illusionage · 4 years

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might as well take a risk. (Hound!)

the magician sentence starters.

this sucks. mirage always liked to brag about his wins in the ring, about his successes and how he’s not only perfect in the looks category but the winning category. but it’s stuff like this that makes everything about his persona so flaky. he’s breathing hard, chest shaking as one hand presses to his torso in attempt to stem the ebb of blood. already, the yellow of his jumpsuit is an uglier color, leaning towards more of a rusty, twisted orange. caustic, unfortunately, had been taken down a few minutes ago, but mirage is... fine. sorta. with that. he never seemed to admit mirage was funny, so maybe he’s a little bit impartial to caustic going down.

but now, hound’s gazing up behind the rocks they’re hidden behind at. a bullet through one of mirage’s decoys had easily told him where the enemies nearby are at, and hound seems to be... interested, to put in nicely, in seeing where they could finish them off. he’s learned through the past few seasons that hound can be... risky, yes. bloodthirsty and dangerous, some could call it. and frankly? mirage does not need that on his agenda right now.

“ wait, “ he half-wheezes, reaching to weakly grasp at their arm. “ don’t... don’t you dare. it’s supposuh-suppostuh-suppostuk- it’s octane’s entire gig to get himself recklessly killed, not... not yours. y... you don’t wanna follow after his steps... going solo’s always hard. as much as i’m sure people wanna see me go crazy and... kill like ten squads on my own... which i could totally do... i don’t. got it in me right now. “ his grip tightens. “ just... gimme a couple minutes. we won’t... lose to the ring, promise. “

#honorrwolf #you got bamboozled! / ic.#you win. you lose. you die. / v. main.#stay pls ur bfs gonna Die otherwise

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keare-linnua · 5 years

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Mirage/Wraith ficlet. +18 although I always write poetry instead of sex scenes lmao. Better safe than sorry tho. 1845 words.

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The first time they meet he has a gun against her head.

She's chasing him down a flight of stairs in the old buildings of relay and he's running like he's being chased by a horde of demons. Three bullets wheeze above her head when she runs outside, she doesn't have much time till his squad reaches this place, but he's just there, around the corner, she can hear how he slams the door behind him.

She tries to flank him but when she enters the room there are two of him.

Two of the same men standing close.

She goes for the left one, to her doom.

It's a decoy but she's too close. She gets yanked by the arm, pushed around, he pins her to the wall, his forearm painfully pressed against her throat. She drops the Alternator. Kunai slices through the layers of his yellow suit but he puts a pistol right to her temples and so she freezes.

They're both panting heavily from the run and he's smiling, which makes her grit her teeth, she almost wants to spit in his face.

"Boom, you're dead," he whispers but doesn't pull the trigger.

She wonders if it hurts. Will it make the voices finally shut up? The man in front of her has golden eyes and that's probably the last thing she's gonna see before it ends.

He readjusts the arm on her neck. She can see his Adam's apple moving when he swallows, he also reflectively nervously licks his lips.

Why doesn't he pull the trigger?

"Where's your team, huh?" He asks, brows furrowed.

"I fight alone," she drones, she's angry, she's furious, why are they talking, he should end it right there.

He does not.

"Listen, I'd arp- appreciate if you'd take that slicer off my chest."

She slowly retracts the kunai and he immediately takes a step back. He's not aiming at her anymore but is wary enough to raise his gun any moment, she's pretty sure of it.

"Okay, just... have a good fight, I guess," the man gestures towards the exit. He's letting her go?

"Why?" She demands answers angrily.

Something snaps in his expression, he takes a step closer again, his voice is seething when he leans to face her.

"Just fucking go," he scoffs. "Kill someone for me, tell them I said hello."

He turns his back on her and heads towards the exit.

She picks up the gun and aims at him but hesitates for long enough for him to leave.

There's blood on the knife.

"Where's that girl who chased you?" Someone outside asks.

"Dunno, she escaped. I couldn't find her. We should go to the ring," he lies effortlessly.

***

The second time they meet she's sitting on the gym floor, sweating buckets, catching a breath after intense venting off on a punchbag. She's not happy to see him, to put it mildly. He either doesn't notice or doesn't care, sits on the floor next to her.

"Hey, so, you've said you don't have a team?"

She glares at him before reluctantly speaking.

"I don't."

He crosses his legs.

"It's your lucky day." The same smug smile he had when he caught her appears on his face. "My teammates got themselves shot in the last game, I have no one to play with." He winks.

"Bummer," she replies flatly.

"Let's team up, you make more money if you don't just let yourself be thrown in with randos."

Huff, is that what he thinks she's after? Desperate. She doesn't have time for that.

"I don't care." She says, getting up. "I play alone."

The talk is over, she walks away but he's persistent, he doesn't let go and follows her to the training area.

"You still mad at me for that in the ring? You can take me out if that makes you feel better," he pauses and she looks at him, unimpressed. "I'll buy the drinks." He winks.

She yanks him by the shirt, pins him - submissive - against the punching bag.

"Whoa there!"

"Listen to me, I don't care why you came here, I'm not interested in anything that has to do with you, so just fucking leave. Me. Alone. You shouldn't have hesitated there. You have a new enemy."

She's smaller, but leaning her whole body against his in a mild threat, breathes almost the same air as she raises on her tiptoes to seethe the words right in his face. The corner of his mouth lifts up as she takes a step back.

"Oh yeah?"

The hit isn't marked and she, for once, doesn't expect it at all. But the reflexes kick in, she parries it the very last moment, jumps back to readjust but he doesn't give her the time, walks into her space, this time his fist hits right into her abdomen. She muffles a moan, retaliates with a powerful kick into the leg he's standing on.

He flips on the mattress looking surprised.

"You shouldn't. I'm better," she pants, walking forward to look down at him.

She has no idea how his legs tangle around hers and the next thing she knows, she's falling to the side, out of balance.

He jumps back at his feet and so does she. He cocks his head.

"You're not. Shall we dance?"

They trade hits one by one and Wraith has to admit she pours too much strength into this to call it sparring. It pays off though. The second time he lands on a matt he shows her both palms.

"Alright, I give up."

It's weird how it makes her feel. Her head is cleared, the angry buzz gone with the sweat. She considers her next move, staring him down. And she reaches out her hand to him.

The man smiles gently when he's back at his feet. She crosses her arms.

"You were good," she politely admits, looking him in the eyes with a challenge.

"Thanks. The offer still stands."

"I'll consider."

She grabs the towel and leaves the gym.

***

The third time they meet it’s right before entering the dropship.

He flexes in front of the reporters, sends kisses to the cameras. She stands in the nameless crowd of participants looking at the show he makes. His yellow suit is torn at the chest, stuck back together with a duct tape.

***

The apartment has a glass ceiling through which she can see the stars and moons. It's ridiculously expensive but they've just won another game. She doesn't know which one is it, she'd stopped counting after the tenth. They can afford even the most awfully expensive hotel rooms.

She has the same view in hers, it's just next door. But she chooses to sit with Elliott on a vast, pillowy couch. The wine is running out, she'll soon have to go. But as long as there's still something to sip from the glass, she'll stay and enjoy their comfortable silence.

She stares at the sky peaceful, grateful she can be here.

"Why didn't you shoot?"

He sounds surprised. "What?"

"The first time we've met, in the ring. Why didn't you shoot me?"

He readjusts on the pillows and with the corner of her eye, she can see he takes a sip of his wine, rests the glass at his knee and stares at the wall. It takes a few good minutes before he speaks again.

"Why didn't you run away? You could."

She doesn't have a good answer to this. She craved that bullet, that's a fact. And even if she doesn't say it out loud, he speaks up again.

"I've seen your deathwish."

"How?" Is the only thing that comes to her head. She turns to him slowly.

Elliott looks up at her but not a single muscle twitches on his face, nothing that could help her read his thoughts. He takes a breath, opens his mouth but the last moment he puffs it out slowly. He puts the glass away on the coffee table.

"It was like looking in the mirror." He absently stares into the sky, the corner of his mouth lifts a little. "I guess I just wanted to cheer you up a little. To save you. From yourself."

"We were just strangers. Why would it matter?"

The timid smile is still on his face when he looks back at her.

"I don't know. I guess I've just wished someone would do that to myself. Look through and help me." He leans a bit closer, his breath heavy, eyes burning with an emotion she hasn't seen in him yet. "Just tell me if I do something you won't like," his voice is but a murmur, low and confident, makes her forget to breathe for a second. She catches the air just the moment he closes the distance between their lips.

A small whimper escapes her throat. 'No.' is the first thing that comes to her mind but she doesn't say it loud, she doesn't have it in her to deny trying the taste of his lips, she had been thinking of for quite a while. Elliott's hand cups her head gently, pulls her closer. She gives in to that lust, lets his hands explore her skin under the clothes as she slowly curls her tongue inside his mouth.

He kisses every inch of her body as he slowly undresses her against the pillows. She trusts him completely, lets him do whatever he chooses to, trembles slightly when he gently spreads her legs to kiss her all wet. Her cheeks are burning with a blush when his tongue circles sensually at her sensitive skin. It feels so good but she wants only more and more. And when the orgasm shivers through her body she moans, looking wide-eyed at the dark night sky.

She pulls him up by the shirt.

"Take that off," she breathes out frantically trying to undress him.

He obeys with a smile, calms down her desperate need to feel him inside with a slow languid kiss. And then another. She gives in to that gentle pace he sets, lets him place all the small admiring kisses at her breasts as he thrusts into her sinuously. They make love under this glass ceiling, exposed to the stars that seem to blink back at them. And when she comes again it’s to the static noise of the void she’s not in control of anymore. Elliott, he tries to back away right after he moans out his orgasm next to her ear, but she catches him by the arms, panting she hugs his warm body, hides her face in his neck, nudges his tense muscles with her nose.

He slowly relaxes into that embrace.

“Can I have a request?” she whispers, puffing air through his locks and takes the lack of an answer as permission. “Can you live for me, till you find a better reason?”

Elliott sniffs before he looks up at her. He brings her hand up to his mouth, kisses it closing his eyes.

“Yeah, I think I could do that.”

#miraith #mirage x wraith #text #my art #long post #angst #smut #angst and comfort

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mirage-babey · 5 years

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Respawn - Mirage x Wraith

Summary: The voices could only ever be heard by her - it hadn’t mattered much until now. This time, as the grenade sailed through the air, the only person who had time to be warned was her. Dragged through a portal, wracked with guilt, all she could hope for was that a respawn point was near.

AO3

“Jackpot! Don’t mind if I do-“

“Back off.”

“But, guys- I’m a legend in this-“

“Legends don’t choke under pressure. That clears things up: this is mine.”

“Heh, yours? If it wasn’t for me, you’d still be laying down on the job!”

“I believe with ten kills, the loot should be mine.”

“Ehh, that’s a made-up number.”

“Right- so I think we’re all in agreement that-“

“They know where you are.”

“You’ve been spotted.”

“Grenade!”

Sinking back through the portal, Wraith is spat back outside the shack, just in time to see the shockwave travel across the water, smoke pouring from the building as three figures step inside.

Working nearly on autopilot, she aims the Triple Take rifle, eyes glowing with a still, calm, white rage as the voices whispering guidance to her. With deadly accuracy, the squad that killed her own falls.

It would seem as though arguing over loot is never a smart use of time.

The second the threat has passed, Wraith trips over herself getting back inside the wooden structure, desperate for any sign that the inevitable didn’t happen.

She pays no mind to the lifeless corpses of her enemies as she steps over them - the voices deep in her mind murmur their aliases to her anyway: Gibraltar, Lifeline, Bloodhound - instead, the only thing she can acknowledge is the guilty lump that’s formed in her throat and left her sick to her stomach; this is the Apex Game, this is always how it ends, so why is she so bothered? She’s angry, not only at her squad’s ambushers, but also herself, for not saving her teammates. Her eyes are resting on Pathfinder - the robot was always so enthusiastic, so helpful, only here to try and find the answers they longed for.

It didn’t matter here, though. Their metal frame has not a spark running through it, left slumped against the wall.

There’s a bubble of panic rising in her chest, and Wraith is unsure as to whether or not she can handle looking down. Her limbs feel weak, her entire being suddenly numb, a desperate attempt to process the situation without taking in the final detail of the massacre.

In an attempt to prevent the hyperventilation she feels coming too fast, she just stops breathing. It’s only for a moment, and any air she inhaled would have gotten caught in her throat anyway as she forces herself to look down at Mirage.

Just a few moments ago they were teasing each other about their rescues, this death match kept light by his humour. Now, he’s simply silent, motionless.

It’s futile - she knows it’s futile - but falling to her knees and checking for a pulse is the first instinct she can follow. With trembling hands, she searches for a pulse, a breath, any sign of life, but there is none.

She stops, both her hands curled around just one of his. She slumps back, no longer leaning over him, staring blankly at his face.

Her mind is numb, but she still finds herself asking what did he fight for?

That’s what his dumb, overdramatic speech was about, just before she cut him off - just before it all went wrong. He’d spoken about what Pathfinder fought for, he’d spoken about what he presumed she fought for, but he hadn’t mentioned what he fought for.

Huh. Funny. Ironic, considering the proud reputation he’d built himself.

Wraith takes a deep breath, stealing her nerves, meekly hoping the cameras hidden around hadn’t focused too much on her. She knew they did, though. The people watching the Apex Games love drama, and what’s more dramatic than five deaths in rapid succession followed by a near-breakdown?

She’s nervous to flip his wrist over - what if something went wrong? What if there’s no respawn available? - but her fears are unfounded, and there it is in bold text on the screen strapped to Mirage’s wrist:

RESPAWN AVAILABLE

The hesitation to leave his body is forcibly shoved away as she instead grabs his and Pathfinder’s banners, ripping open a portal to the nearest respawn beacon.

The effort required almost makes her throw up, and she sways on her feet for a moment as she stares into the void. Swallowing thickly, ignoring the dull ache in her skull, she stumbles through the tear in the fabric of this reality.

Shadows flash behind her eyelids as she tumbles out the other side, keeling over, her body thumping against the ground. Sweat beads her forehead and her breathing is ragged. Her head is pounding. A scratch at her lungs forces her to cough, the metallic taste of blood being hacked up into her mouth. She was overexerting her powers, dangerously so. Nevertheless, she grits her teeth, wiping at her bloodied nose with a tightly clenched fist as she forces herself to her feet. She was almost there.

Her stomach churns at the sight of the neon green beacon up ahead. It was a good sign, of course, but situated next to the opening to a cave system and on the edge of the desert, it was so open, so unguarded, and she was alone - if the voices failed her now, not only would she die, but her friends would be lost forever.

Wraith sways slightly as she crouches down, trying to go unnoticed as she plugs the banners in. Her vision is beginning to blur - the strain of using her abilities was catching up - so she closes her eyes, resting her forehead on the respawn beacon, and waits.

Respawning wasn’t an instantaneous occurrence; the bodies would have been collected once the surrounding area had vacated, leaving behind nothing but crates holding their belongings, but the actual process of bringing a participant back to life wouldn’t start unless a squadmate reached a beacon within the allotted time.

And Wraith lost track of how long she waited.

The ship carrying her resurrected teammates wasn’t quiet, though. Anyone in the vicinity would have heard, but right now Wraith didn’t have the strength to do much else but crawl back, slumping against one of the loot bins arranged around the drop point.

“Mirage to the rescue! Well, after being rescued.” At the voice, the interdimensional skirmisher cracks open an eye, coming face to face with a dozen or so decoys designed to offer cover.

“Good.” She murmurs. One of the Mirages catches sight of Wraith, his expression immediately falling. From his spot amongst his doubles, the real one runs forth and slides on his knees towards his weakened teammate.

“Hey, hey, hey, what happen? Are you okay?” He questions, worry seeping into his quick words, his usual bravado vanishing in an instant. One of his arms had slipped around her waist, his other hand resting on the side of her face, angling her to look at him.

“I’m fine, just... tired,” Wraith states through gritted teeth, refusing to let her guard down any further. As she pushes herself to her feet, Mirage is there for her to lean on. “What about you? You died.”

“Psh, yeah, thanks for the warning back there, by the way,” He rolls his eyes, referring to the grenade that ended him. His tone clearly indicates that he’s joking, but he recognises his mistake the moment Wraith averts her gaze. He swallows thickly, quickly backtracking. “Hey, uh, sorry, that wasn’t the best time to joke around, but seriously, I’m fine,” He pauses, gauging her reaction. She still doesn’t meet his gaze, but she has relaxed again in his grip. “Though I think I owe you dinner now. Y’know, with you saving my life and all-”

Mirage cuts himself off as Wraith breathes out a laugh, glancing up at him as she cracks a smile. Their eyes lock for a second, and the holographic trickster can’t help the swell of pride he feels at getting his partner to laugh.

“As exciting as this reunion is, we should move before someone finds us.” Pathfinder speaks up, interrupting the moment, though they do mean well. They’ve found a weapon, and the way the robot is positioned suggests they’ve been keeping a lookout while their squadmates talk.

Wraith shrinks a little, leaning into Mirage as she embarrassedly realises she momentarily forgot about their robotic support. Mirage laughs - a little too loudly, a little too forced - as he agrees with Pathfinder, hoping to distract from the way his grand facade slipped away for Wraith so easily.

He doesn’t move from her side though, and she doesn’t make a move to push him away.

As the trio begins to move away, Wraith speaks in a quiet voice, her words meant to be heard only by Mirage. “Earlier you implied I fight for the fortune; that’s not exactly true - at least, it’s not anymore,” He looks at her as her gaze flickers to him and away again. She forces a cough, as if struggling to finish what she has to say. “I think I’ve found something else to fight for.”

She doesn’t say anything else, and for a few moments, neither does Mirage. He almost doesn’t need to. There’s some deeper, unspoken understanding between them, but still, after a few seconds, he quietly speaks up. “Yeah... yeah,” His gaze rests softly on Wraith’s face.

”I think I have, too.”

#y i k e s it's been years since i last wrote a fic lol #here's literally like the first miraith fic in the fandom #fitting seeing as i'm the bitch that started the miraith tag #i didnt really proofread this i dont have the mental capacity for that tbh #my post #my fic #apex legends #miraith #mirage #wraith #mirage x wraith #apex legends mirage #apex legends wraith

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trackra · 4 years

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reasons u should play with me if ur as casual as i am + on xbox:

so after about a good month of not playing bh / apex in general, i’m just out here playing with my roommate and @crypt01101111 trying to regain my gamesense + gunplay, right.

we're down a teammate bc we lost a squad fight and the ring is closing soon

ME, IN PANIC MODE BC THAT’S HOW I DO: OH GOD WE HAVE TO GO ME: WAIT. ENEMIES. ME, SHOOTING A DECOY: AH FUCK I GOT BAMBOOZLED ENEMY MIRAGE: SHOOTS AT ME ME, V CONFUSED AND NEARLY DEAD: SCREAMS @crypt01101111: FUCKING LAUGHS AT ME FROM THE GRAVE ROOMMATE: KILLS ENEMIES WHILE I'M USING MY LAST TWO SHIELD CELLS (I’M STILL IN THE MIDDLE OF LOSING MY SHIT) @crypt01101111: STILL LAUGHING AT ME RING: CLOSING ME: DESPERATELY TRYING TO LOOT THEM FOR HEALING BC I DONT HAVE SHIT ROOMMATE: JUST RUN ME, ULTING TO GO FASTER™: FUCK, OKAY FINE RING: ALMOST RIGHT ON MY ASS ME, REACHING MAXIMUM PANIC AS I PING ALL THE ENEMIES: OH GOD OH FUCK THERE ARE SO MANY PEOPLE THERE ARE PEOPLE BEHIND US PEOPLE ON THE HIGH GROUND AHEAD OF US PEOPLE RUNNING BESIDE US I’M GOING TO DIE PLEASE I’M SO WEAK @crypt01101111: FULL ON CRYING ROOMMATE: JUST RUN

and then i turned a corner and died to a wraith i would rate that match 5/5 stars

#there were tears in my eyes i was laughing so hard owkjdsfnsd #▲ ooc.#♥ game shenanigans.

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unsteadygalaxy · 4 years

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all is soft inside chapter 4

a miragehound multichapter fanfiction

Also posted on ao3 at: https://archiveofourown.org/works/26475064/chapters/64695070

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4. running with the wolves

Mirage picks up an R-301 and lets out a huge sigh of relief. He quickly removes every attachment from his Alternator and swaps it over to the new gun, and dumps the old one on the floor. Good riddance, he thinks. He hates the Alternator. It feels too choppy and unpredictable in his hands. The smoothness of the R-301 made it a favorite weapon of his. He holsters it, picks up a stray box of heavy ammo, and loads that into his Wingman. “Hey kids,” he says to the comms piece in his ear. “If you see a good old Skullpiercer anywhere, let me know.”

He was doing surprisingly well today. I guess ‘well’ is a relative term, he thinks. At least we weren’t first blood again. The teams list this morning made him dread his very existence. Today Mirage is teamed up with Caustic and Crypto. Crypto he could handle, but Caustic? God, he hated that guy. Nox was so snide and rude to everyone around him. His attitude was as toxic as his experiments, and Mirage couldn’t stand being around him.

“Skullpiercer here,” Caustic announces.

Ugh. Gross, Mirage thinks. “Hey, thanks buddy! I’ll grab that.” He trots down the stairs and makes his way over to the next building to pick up the attachment. Caustic is behind the counter, setting a trap in the corner by the door. Crypto is crouched over in the storage room, observing his drone through a holographic screen.

“Two squads in my drone range,” Crypto calls. “We should make our way over the hill to Fragment East. We need to go now so we don’t get pinched.”

“No,” Caustic disputes. “We can lie in wait for them here. I believe all our Ultimates are charged, yes?”

“Yes, but we need to beat them up the hill,” Crypto replies. “If we do not take the position now, we will be overrun.

“Are you afraid, Crypto?” Caustic sneers. “It seems that you feel threatened, do you not?”

“Maybe it is you who should be afraid, Nox,” Crypto says, a hint of venom in his voice.

“Whoa, whoa, whoa, kids!” Mirage says nervously. “Let’s break up the catfight! Listen, Caustic, Crypto is right. We’ve got to take the choke point before anyone else does.”

“Suit yourself,” Caustic responds. He staunchly ignores the two of them and moves to the other door to set the next trap.

Mirage sighs. Dammit, he thinks. These two are insufferable. “Come on, Crypto, let’s leave Mr. Gas Man alone to do his dirty work.” He attaches the Skullpiercer to his Wingman, jogs out of the room, and begins to head up the hill.

“Fine, old man.” Crypto follows suit, skirting around the buildings and sticking to the mountainside.

“Old man?” Mirage shouts, annoyed. They ascend the hill swiftly. “Come on kid, you’ve gotta let that slide! You’ve been calling me that ever since-”

kzzzhhhCRACK!

The sound of a fully charged Sentinel rips through the air, and the accompanying bullet hits Crypto squarely in the chest. He yells something in Korean that Mirage doesn’t understand, and scrambles up the ledges underneath the giant overhang.

kzzzhhhCRACK! Another charged bullet flies directly in front of Mirage’s nose, missing him narrowly. “DAMMIT!” he yells. He releases all of his clones, hoping to distract the other team for just long enough to join Crypto on the ledge. The echoes of you got bamboozled! smack against the canyon walls, multiplying until it puts a ring in Elliott’s ears. He rushes up the ledges and crouches, trying to take aim with his Wingman.

Bloodhound, Wattson, and Octane speed up the hill with inhuman swiftness, pursuing Mirage and Crypto relentlessly. Mirage takes aim at Wattson with his Wingman and fires. His hands are shaking from the escape, and he misses the first three. The next two hit her in the shoulder and stomach respectively, and her shields sputter, but hold. Crypto fires his G7 at Octane, but Mirage is too distracted to see whether or not he lands his shots.

“Caustic!” he calls, swapping to his R-301. “These guys are feeling ag- agn- aggre- FEISTY today, so I’m gonna try and draw them down to the city. You come up behind and cut off their retreat!”

“Understood,” the trapper responds.

Uh… did he just agree with me? “Wow, okay, great! I’ll see-”

“Move, you imbecile!”

“Uh- right!” Mirage quickly fires a clip of his AR at Wattson, then dashes down the hill towards Fragment. He tosses a decoy to the side, hoping to throw off his pursuers once more. Crypto tosses his drone into the air, and positions it in a perfect spot to detect any enemies coming up the hill. He follows Mirage, taking shots at Octane with his Prowler as he goes. He backs up and hides behind a small outcropping of rock just as Mirage makes it to the halfway point.

An otherworldly roar splits the air.

Mirage slides behind a large shipping crate, and tries to see what the hell is going on. Crypto’s drone indicates two hostiles, further up the hill, but the third is nowhere to be seen. Where…? Caustic’s gas canister arcs far above all their heads, and explodes upon impact, cloaking them all in a green mist. Just as Crypto begins to activate his EMP, his drone is shot down, and the indicators disappear. The steady beating of bullets rings in Mirage’s ears, and he calls out to his team. “What’s going on? I thought you guys were gonna choke them!”

“Shut up!” Crypto yells in frustration. “You abandoned us!”

A cold feeling grips Elliott’s chest, and he stops in his tracks, breathing hard. “Look, it’s not my fault you guys are completely incompetent-”

A pair of glowing, red eyes emerges from the toxic mist, and the words in Elliott’s mouth fizzle out and die. Bloodhound swipes the gas away, and sprints down the hill, low to the ground, surrounded by an electric red energy that makes Elliott’s eyes water. Even from where Elliott is, he can hear how hard Bloodhound is breathing. They flip a small, lethal looking axe in their hand as they run, and Elliott is scared for his life. He’s seen Bloodhound while they were Ulting before, but never like this. He’s rarely ever been on the receiving end.

Bloodhound is a beast of deadly precision, flying down the hill as smoothly and imperceptibly as their raven companion would. It seems like lightning strikes with every step, and Elliott just gazes at them, absolutely dumbfounded. They’re a magnificent creature, exuding pure power and dignity and strength. Too late, he realizes that he should, in fact, be getting ready to shoot at them. That familiar feeling in his stomach clenches both pleasantly and unpleasantly, and he takes aim with his Wingman.

The first shot misses completely, but part of Elliott doesn’t even care. Part of him just wants to watch Bloodhound and nothing else. You dumbass! Why are you so useless? Stop freaking out like a six year old girl and SHOOT! He shakes his head, and takes aim once more. The next three shots land perfectly on Bloodhound’s head and chest, putting a sizable amount of damage into their red shield. Bloodhound swiftly pulls out an R-99 and fires at Elliott’s head and chest, ripping through his purple shield with ease. Dammit! Elliott dives back behind the storage crate and throws out a decoy, taking the brief moment he has to reload both of his weapons. His breathing is ragged, heavy, and it almost keeps him from hearing what’s going on.

Elliott darts out from his hiding space, taking aim at Bloodhound’s head with his Carbine. Except… Bloodhound isn’t there. He turns around, and immediately gets shot in the chest with their R-99. Elliott falls to the ground, bleeding and gasping, and his head hits the dirt, hard. His vision spins, and bile rises to his throat. Bloodhound stands above him, still crackling with electric energy, breathing hard. They reach in their pockets for something shiny and silver. The ringing in Elliott’s ears reaches a deadly pitch, and he hears something he vaguely recognizes.

“Fyrirgefðu mér.”

Bloodhound’s axe embeds itself into Elliott’s helmet, and everything goes dark.

#apex legends #miragehound #mirage apex #bloodhound apex #mirage apex legends #bloodhound apex legends #elliott witt apex #elliott witt apex legends #my writing #apex #apex legends fanfiction

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theapexchampions · 5 years

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Enter A New Fighter: Loki ||Drabble||

Millions tuned in to Octavio’s streams when they went up, the camera for the games alight with energy as he waved to them, decked out in his usual gear.

“Hola amigos! This is just a small trial game for some of the new legends. There is only three teams in a much smaller map. Lifeline Bangalore and Wattson is Team Smoked Spark of Life. Pathfinder, Gibraltar and Bloodhound is team Grappled Protection of the Gods, and today you’ve got your boy me with Elliott and a new Legend Loki as team Trickery of Fire and Speed!” he cheered, panning over to the two men.

“That’s not the names for the team, Oct, though I like them.” Elliott laughed and the other dressed in attire right out of DND nudge Elliott with a laugh.

“I think they’re pretty on the nose.” he mused before giving a Vulcan salute to the camera. “This is a round the others set up to give me a chance to get my roots. I already passed the major games enough to be placed with the Legends, but no one really saw that match so we thought, why not a friendly training match to hone our skills between seasons?” the man, Loki, explained and Octane nodded excitedly, bouncing up and down, thankful for the stabler for his camera.

“Keep your eyes open, his abilities are sick dude!” Octane’s energy bubbled up and he threw a high five at the man who laughed.

“Try not to fly too far to the sun, Octavio. And don’t miss your footing.” with that he walked away and Octane giggled, darting after with Mirage in tow.

It was as they launched that people saw the first hints of the dynamic for the team. As the jumpmaster, Loki, lept from the shit he laughed, arms out before folding to his sides.

“I’ll guide us to the party! Lets go!” he cheered and Mirage Laughed, he and Octane jumping in unison after their team mate with Octane in the back.

Octane’s stream had three cams, one with Elliott and one with Loki as well as his usual cam to his own chest. Oct’s cam picked up as the old chorus from ‘I Believe I Can Fly by R. Kelly’ rang out as Loki twisted in the air, flicking finger guns to Octane and the fans, hardlight flickering as if trying to form wings before he twirled and shot straight down.

He laughed when they landed, darting into a room and Mirage snorted at the energy of the team.

“Try not to get shot bro. It’s too early.” Mirage chuckled and Loki scoffed, showing the fans his first weapon, a flatline.

“Relax, dude. I’m not that useless.” he huffed.

It was an hour of banter and kitting out before they ran into their first enemy.

Loki jolted at the sudden force, reeling back and with a pause he flung powder forward, snapping his fingers with a shout of “RAVE PARTY!”

In moments, the space between he and a startled Lifeline lit up with a flurry of sparkling firework powder, giving him the cover to slam the door shut and book it back through the buildings of Skulltown towards his team.

“Who was it?” Mirage asked and Loki laughed, hearing the guns ready from their sniper Witt.

“Lifeline. Eyes up guys! The Party’s here!” he called, sliding into a building as Octane opened the doors, his cam picking up the wicked grin on the mans lips as he twisted, Flatline up, splitting through the air towards Bangalore who was charging forward.

He watched her hand fly up and he slammed the door shut just in time for the smoke grenade to thump against the metal, popping and bursting out.

“Back door!” Mirage called as a Longbow cut through the air, giving them blind cover fire before he retreated from the edge.

“Come on, Oct.” Loki burst from the door, rounding the building for the stairs.

“Let’s have some fun!” Oct laughed, flicking his jumppad at the base of the stairs. It burst open and Kiel jumped on it, laughing as he was flung up, hitting the stairs one platform up, skidding just shy of the railing before clearing the rest of the steps, his friend hot on his heels.

“Cross to the next building.” Mirage said and Loki nodded, turning to give them covering fire, spraying the space at the top of the stairs as he heard the jumppad burst to life. When he heard his two team running he followed, switching out with a decoy, high fiving to tag out on the pass.

They reached the next building just shy of the bones and Loki smirked, tracing patterns along his frame, murmuring something low in Latin, a prayer as markings glowed amber under his clothes. His eyes snapped open, a vibrant molten amber Octavio caught on camera before he grinned.

“Going up anyone?” he laughed and jumped to action, as he moved, small platforms of golden light shone where his feet moved, leaving small platforms as he ran up an unseen staircase, clearing right up to the top of the bones.

His team fell back after another decoy was sent, climbing the ‘stairs’ to his side as he spread his hands out, forming a small space to stand. He reloaded his gun and Mirage shot three rounds as Octane loaded his Eva 8.

Loki shot, watching a shield first crack then heard the chime in his gear of a knockdown and he reloaded with a hiss.

“Hooboy. Clean up in isle twelve!” he called and Mirage snorted.

“And you try to say you’re not a Witt.” he mused playfully to Octane’s mock gasp of horror at the reveal.

“You’re just jealous I’m better than you, big bro.” he returned as he pulled the pin of a grenade, flinging it onto the roof. When it popped and a chime of a kill sounded he chuckled. “Oops. Sorry pal. No hard feelings, yeah?” he knew the coms linked to the others coms and he grinned, knowing it was a fake round with damage counters and no real ammunition.

His skin begun to dull as the fight lit up, taking some hits to his shields he moved behind the bones a touch, reloading his gun again.

The upload of the stream was the highlights, as it flicked to the sight of Mirage’s cam, his good kill over Bangalore, and To his dupe of Wattson. Poor Watson coped the fake grenade to the face from Octane’s finisher. It then flashed to Loki’s encounter in Water Treatment with Pathfinder.

The doors opened and Loki froze for one second as Pathfinder and he met eye to lens. Then Pathfinder raised his Havoc and let loose. Loki scrambled, skittering back across the catwalk.

“Wrong turn at the river Styx!” he yelped and slammed the door, leaping to the zipline and taking it down, pulling out his peacekeeper just as he was met with Gibraltar. “Oh fuck.” A few quick movements, taking a swig from a flask and he pinched his fingers, flicking them as he spat out the liquid, sending a flare of fire in the shape of a dragon to the man who reeled away from it.

Bursting out of a door he coped a peacekeeper to the chest, flinging him away from Bloodhound. He hit the deck with a grunt, his markings glowing faintly. As Bloodhound moved closer, the markings burst to life, flaring out in a technicolor of light and loud sounds of a harp as he crawled away to safety.

In the daze Octavio threw a jumppad under a distracted Bloodhound’s path, sending them flying with a shout of angered surprise as Mirage picked up the younger male.

They came on top, just barely, with Loki getting the final hit with a frantically timed peacekeeper blast, getting the win by mere seconds.

As the ‘match’ ended the three teams met up and grinned, posing for the end of the stream, covered in filth and mess from the fire, they were all grinning.

“Keep an eye out for the new season amigos! This isn’t the only legend!” Octane laughed as they all said goodbye and the stream ended, the following flood of demands for answers to Mirage and Loki were simply left to rot for the day.

#the mun #he writes #a drabble for my babby

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