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menace-writes · 2 years
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Taking “Self Love” A Little Too Seriously | Mirage {Elliott Witt}
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Okay here’s my first ever real smut writing that I’ve posted before it’s not the greatest but I’m free from my shackles
I hope you enjoy!
Pairing(s): Mirage/Mirage, Mirage/Decoy
Words: 1.3k (1,368)
Warning(s): Smut, Selfcest, Deepthroating, Face fucking, gagging
Requests: Open
Cross posted from AO3
Minors DNI
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Mirage stood in his bar after closing, he’s been so horny, and with his job as a bartender and as a legend in the Apex games he hardly has any real downtime to just be alone and relieve himself.
So he’s standing in his empty bar leaning against the counter rubbing his throbbing cock through his pants not bothering to stifle his groans.
He bit his lip and activates his holo-tech to create a decoy. It’s like looking into a mirror when it fully materializes the same carefully styled curls, tanned scarred skin, and lust-filled eyes. Not wasting a moment, Elliott grabbed his decoy's waist and spun, pinning him to the counter before smashing their lips together and rutting his hips roughly into his reflections own clothed throbbing cock.
Elliott broke the kiss and reached up yanking his collar down and attacking his decoy’s neck roughly sucking and leaving bites.
“E-eager today aren’t you?”
Elliott growled as he reached up and grabbed the discreet zipper on the decoy’s chest pulling it down and exposing the shirt he wore beneath his suit and pulling the zipper down even further had his hand resting over the hologram’s bulge, but this wasn’t about his decoy’s pleasure.
“Shut up,” Elliott growled into the hologram's neck.
He reached up and gripped the cloth of the hologram's shirt and ripped it exposing his hairy tanned chest, his dark brown nipples were erect and eager to be touched.
Elliott immediately pressed his face into his reflection's chest taking a deep inhale and taking in the scent of his own sweat and musk from his long day of being a legend.
The scent was intoxicating and for this only being an illusion the smell was pungent and real.
His decoy gently took his head after a minute of letting him just get high off of his own sweaty musk inhaling and licking the sweat off of his reflection's body and angling his dark brown nipple in front of his lips.
Elliott looked up at his own face looking down at him and back down to the tantalizing nipple in front of him.
“C’mon I know you want to.”
Elliott took the nipple in his mouth and didn’t give his doppelgänger any time to prepare as he aggressively sucked and bit his chest causing his decoy to arch his back and push his chest further into his face, letting out a whorish moan.
“Ahh yeah, g-good boy, Elliott just like that.”
God hearing his own voice say that almost made Elliott cum in his pants.
Elliott reached up and unzipped his costume pulling it down along with his underwear letting his cock spring free.
He stood there attacking his whining decoy’s nipples with his mouth, leaving bites and hickies along his tan skin while furiously jerking off to the sound of his own voice moaning out loud.
But he still needed more, having his decoy moaning and writhing beneath him isn’t enough he needed to get his dick wet. So giving the decoy one final bruising bite on his nipple he let go and pushed him down to his knees.
God, he looked so pretty like this: panting, face flushed, nipples so bruised and erect.
Is this what the other legends saw when they were using him?
He let his cock slap against his reflection's cheek leaving a trail of precum as he slowly thrust his cock against his face.
This wasn’t the first time Elliott has had sex with one of his decoys far from it.
The other legends loved to watch him fuck himself when they used him so this was nothing new.
But he would be lying if he said that fucking his decoy wasn’t one of his favorite ways to get off.
Elliott rested the tip of his cock to his doppelgänger’s lips watching as he lightly kissed the tip before giving it a wide lick. Elliott groaned and gripped his decoy’s hair.
“Open.” His reflection immediately obeyed and Elliott wasted no time shoving his cock down his own throat, it was just a decoy so it didn’t really matter how rough he got.
So he set a brutal pace, gripping his decoy’s hair and fucking into his throat, the sound of his decoy gagging around his thick cock made him go even harder.
The decoy could only claw at Elliott’s thighs as he brutally slammed his cock into his hot wet mouth.
Elliott shoved his entire cock down to the base and held him there panting and moaning as his decoy swallowed and gagged around him.
He looked down at his decoy.
Seeing his own flushed face pressed into his thick pubes, balls squished against his chin, and his plump lips stretched around his cock it was hotter than any type of porn in the entirety of the Outlands.
The tears that fell from his reflection’s face as he gagged and convulsed around his cock also fueled that fire deep within him.
He loved to see himself be used as a sex toy.
It was incredibly hot when Octane forced him to watch as Fuse and Caustic shoved their cocks into his decoys hole while Bloodhound made him eat their pussy.
He ground his hips into the wet mouth on his cock at the thought.
He was so close and he didn’t have the patience to edge so he adjusted his grip on his decoy’s hair and stepped forward forcing his decoy to crane his neck and lean back until he was pressed against the counter. Elliott gave his hips and final grind before pulling back and slamming his hips into his decoy’s face chasing his climax.
The obscene slick sounds of Elliott’s cock brutalizing his reflections tight throat and the plap of his balls slapping against his chin paired with the sound of gagging made Elliott tighten his grip on the decoy's hair and slam his cock even harder into his throat.
Elliott felt the familiar coil of heat building up inside him as he looked down at the fucked out expression on the face of his decoy as more and more saliva dripped down his chin and spread onto Elliott’s balls every time he pulled out.
Looking past his decoy's face he noticed that there was a wet spot where his cock was in his pants.
His decoy came untouched.
And the sight was too much for Elliott as he put his hands on the back of his decoy's head and slammed his hips forward and smooshed his decoy’s face into his pubes. Elliott’s thighs trembled and he let out a shuddering moan as he filled his own throat with cum.
He stood there just letting his balls drain he watched as his decoy struggled to swallow It all letting some of his cum drip from his mouth and down his chin.
Elliott leaned back when his cock gave its final twitch and slowly pulled his over-sensitive cock out of his decoy’s sloppy mouth.
The decoy sucked in a deep breath and sputtered coughing up a mix of spit and cum.
It was just a hologram so it didn’t need to breathe but seeing himself all fucked out like this was worth making his decoys act as realistic as possible.
Elliott leaned forward against the counter and panted exhaustedly from one of the most intense throat jobs he’s ever gotten from himself.
But he jumped when a pair of hands gripped his waist from behind.
The familiar smell of gunpowder and musky cologne invaded his senses and the cold metal hand sliding down to grip his cock made him moan.
“Well well well, what all this? Ya already started without me, Elliott?”
He recognized that thick Australian accent.
“S-Sorry old man, you took too long.”
Fuse hummed and turned Elliott around and pushed him against the counter.
“Well, I reckon you know what happens when you get off without permission don’t ya?”
Elliott shivered.
“Y-yeah.”
“Good, the others are on their way how bout’ we get you all dolled up for when they get here?”
Elliott couldn’t respond as fuse pushed him down to his knees right next to his dazed decoy.
“Let’s start with this pretty throat of yours.”
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You Don’t Have To Be Lonely When I’m Here — [Mirage | Elliott Witt]
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I wrote this as a completely self indulgent fic for myself for one of my own personal fav ships of Mirage which is him with his Decoy
I also posted this on AO3 the link is in my pinned
I hope you enjoy!
Pairing: Elliott Witt x Elliott Witt, Elliott Witt x Decoy
Words: 2.1k (2,183)
Warning(s): Nudity, self-cest (no nsfw)
Requests: Closed
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Loneliness.
For a long time that’s all Elliott had known.
Between losing his siblings and his mother's condition he’s had to do a lot by himself.
Joining the games allowed him to meet many new people that he now considered a part of his family.
Like Wraith, who’s warmed up to him more after he helped her find out more about her past, or Rampart who became like a sister to him, and even though he might not show it Elliott cares for Crypto as well even with all of their banter. As well as most of the legends he has at least a decent relationship with. Well besides Caustic and revenant.
And he’s thankful for them, they helped ease the feeling of loneliness.
But even though he now has some of the closest friends he’s had in a long time there was always something missing.
He was surrounded by adoring fans and close friends yet he couldn’t shake the hollow feeling in his chest.
Elliott loves his friends and he loves his fans, but he, like any other person, craved intimacy. He wanted someone to hold, someone to come home to at the end of a long day at the bar or from the games. Someone who waits for him and holds him when the days get tough. Someone who cares for him as much as he cares for them.
He had tried for so long to find someone either from dating apps or by going out and meeting someone on a night out on the town but none of his previous relationships ever stuck around for longer than a few months before breaking it off.
He didn’t know where he went wrong, he tried everything in his power to please the other person. But yeah maybe his shifts at the bar did run a little late and his schedule was a bit hectic due to the games, and his concern for his mother’s condition would always be at the forefront of his mind but he really did try in his relationships.
It was safe to say Elliott was desperate but he was still hopeful that one day he’ll find the one.
And tonight he had brought someone home the night before. Was it someone from a dating site or was it just a bystander in the bar he went to last night? Was it a woman? A man? The alcohol he had ingested made the memories fuzzy. But one thing he knew for certain was that they hit it off. He had a great time talking with them. They were easy to talk to and they had fun that night drinking and partying together. Enough for Elliott to invite them back to his place.
It was late and they had stumbled through the door, all drunken giggles and sloppy kisses. And one thing led to another and they ended up together in his bed, their bodies moving together in a dance of pleasure heightened by the buzz of the alcohol in their systems.
Maybe it was the alcohol, or maybe even just the high of having someone in his bed but he was sure that this could be the start of something with this person.
Elliott hated the morning after drinking.
Especially because of the splitting headache or the cottonmouth that accompanied waking up.
The space next to him in bed was vacant and cold; its occupant had long since left while he slept.
Elliott is naked, laying on his side, vacantly staring at the wall, his chest heavy.
He’d been like this ever since he had woken up to find yet again like every other time in the past his bed devoid of a warm body next to his.
He probably should’ve been used to this by now it’s happened way too many times to count.
Meeting someone at the bar, having one too many drinks, taking them home, and then waking up the next morning alone.
It’s basically a routine at this point but Elliott still gets his hopes up every time.
A weight behind him caused the bed to dip and the blanket was raised before suddenly a warm equally naked body was pressed up against his back.
The person softly settled their hand upon his waist and rubbed circles with their thumb as they pressed soothing kisses along the side of Elliott's neck.
The familiar sensation of facial hair rubbing against his neck gave away who it was.
Craning his neck, Elliott turned to see his decoy’s brown eyes staring back at him.
“Hey, there handsome.”
Elliott just stared at him before sighing and turning away facing the wall again.
His decoy frowned before wrapping his arm around Elliott's waist and pulling him closer against his body.
A moment of silence passed before Elliott shifted around until his face was pressed into his copy’s chest.
The clone immediately tangled his fingers in Elliott’s hair and cradled him as he hugged the decoy’s midsection.
Elliott took a deep breath, taking in the musk and the leftover lingering sweat and cologne that his clone managed to replicate.
It was soothing, having his own scent surrounding him, having his clone run his hands through his hair, and lightly scratching at his scalp.
“Wanna talk about it?”
Elliott scoffed.
“What’s there to talk about? I’m just a loser who can’t get a date and who’ll probably be alone forever.”
His decoy waited a moment to see if he would continue and when he didn't he pulled back and looked into Elliot’s eyes.
“You’re not a loser I mean c’mon look at us we’re the most handsome and coolest legend in the Outlands!”
Elliott avoided his gaze, looking down and picking at a loose thread on the blanket.
“I’m not that cool, I mean Wraith can open portals and do that teleporting thing and Dr. Somers has a black hole in her backpack.”
He pushed his face back into his copy’s chest muffling his voice.
“And I’m not that good looking. I mean Fuse is right there.”
The clone suddenly pulled away from Elliott, sat up, and looked him in his eyes.
“Hey, stop being so hard on yourself because even if you don’t think so I think you’re the most amazing and handsome man I know.”
Elliott pushed himself up to better face his clone, his cheeks heating up.
“You really think so?”
The decoy gave him a smile and patted Elliott’s shoulder.
”Yeah, I do. I mean look at me, are you gonna tell me that I’m not good-looking?”
The trickster could only smile lightheartedly and shake his head.
“I thought so.”
The both of them slid into a companionable silence, the tension fading away.
Elliott's eyes wander from his decoy's eyes to admire himself.
He never really sat down to admire the way his holo-tech accurately replicated his features.
Elliott wouldn’t necessarily call himself vain but with his clone’s reassurance, he couldn’t deny that he was a handsome man.
His eyes wandered to the scars that adorned his decoy’s face mirroring exactly where they were on his own.
Elliott raised his hand to stroke a scar on the apple of his clone’s cheek with his thumb.
The decoy immediately leaned into his touch nuzzling his face into his creator's skin.
His clone reached up to caress the back of Elliott’s hand, turning his head to place soft kisses to his wrist.
Elliott’s gaze drifted from his clone’s face down to his lips and swallowed hard.
The feeling of his decoy’s lips pressing kisses on his skin sent small jolts of electricity through his body and he wondered what his lips would feel on his own.
It can’t be that weird right? It’s basically like making out with your reflection in the mirror or even your hand when you're a teenager. Which is much more embarrassing than kissing a physical copy of yourself.
Fuck it.
“H-hey.”
His decoy stopped kissing Elliott’s wrist and looked at him.
“I was w-wondering if uh- can I- um can I kiss you?”
Elliott didn’t know how he expected his decoy to react to his question.
Maybe a strange look or he laughs at him, or perhaps the decoy would fizzle himself out.
“Nothing’s stopping you.”
Elliott froze, pulling his hand away from his cheek, shock written all over his face.
“Really?”
The decoy chuckled at his creator's expression and shrugged.
“I mean, it’s just a kiss, nothing wrong with that is there?”
Elliott cleared his throat.
“I-I uh guess n-not.”
His decoy shrugged.
“Then I guess it’s settled. c’mere.”
The decoy shifted, pushing the blanket off his lap exposing his naked body to rest on his knees facing Elliott beckoning him to come closer. Said man hastily listened and mirrored his clone's actions, sitting equally exposed to him.
Now they were face to face, sitting completely naked.
A shiver ran down Elliott’s spine from being exposed to the chilly morning air. But the cool air did nothing to quell the burning embarrassment as he faced his clone.
Was he really about to kiss his decoy? While being naked?
Maybe he should back out and shut his holotech off and forget this ever happened.
Maybe—
“Hey, look at me.” His decoy gently cupped Elliott’s face in a soft but firm hold. “Don’t be so nervous. I’ve got you.”
Elliott felt the embarrassment eating away at him even more.
“A-are you sure this is okay? Isn’t it weird that I want to uh k-kiss myself?”
The decoy shrugged.
“It’s only weird if you make it weird.”
The decoy moved to let go of Elliott's face.
“But if you’re uncomfortable and you don’t want to, we don't—“ “W-wait!”
Elliott grabbed onto the decoy’s hands before he could pull away and placed them back onto his face.
“I-I’m sorry but-but I want this. I want to do it. I want to kiss you.”
His decoy looked at him surprised at his outburst, blush spreading along his face, before chuckling.
“Alright then. Do it.”
Elliott bit his lip and let go of his decoy’s hands, shuffling forward on his knees, reaching out, and placing his hands on his bare waist.
The feeling of warm flesh both shocked and delighted him. He’s touched his decoys before but never like this. Never has it ever been so… sensual.
Elliott swallowed the lump in his throat, gaze shifting from his copy’s lips to his eyes.
“A-are you sure?”
The decoy smiled and gave him a quick nod.
Elliott took a deep breath and leaned in, closing his eyes, and pressing his lips softly, almost timidly, against his decoy’s.
The first thought in Elliott’s head was that his lips are surprisingly soft. He took care of himself outside of the games of course but being out fighting in a blood sport for hours on end usually left his lips a bit chapped. But the feeling of his lips as rough as they were was nothing like any of the previous people he’s kissed; this was different.
This was himself. The feeling of his slightly cracked lips against his own.
It just feels so right.
Elliott sighed into the kiss, shoulders gradually relaxing as he wrapped his arms tightly around his waist and pulled his decoy closer until their bare chests were flush against one another.
His decoy’s tongue poked through his lips and swiped over his bottom lip. Elliott softly moaned, wasting no time parting his lips to welcome the tongue that entered his mouth.
The decoy tangled his hands in Elliott’s hair as he explored his mouth, gently massaging his scalp as he softly worked their tongues together.
Elliott’s head was spinning and he didn’t know if it was from lack of oxygen or from the overwhelming sensuality of this moment.
But from the feeling of his clone's mouth working in tandem with his own to the hands in his hair, he wouldn’t have cared if he had died because as far as he was concerned he was in heaven.
Though his clone could go on forever Elliott was still human and needed to breathe so eventually they had to part.
Elliott gently pulled away, breaking the kiss and pressing their foreheads together.
The only sound in the room now was that of their labored breaths as they held each other as close as possible, hands holding on tight as though if they let go this moment would fade away.
Elliott opened his eyes and admired his clone’s face. Even though it was an exact replica of himself Elliott couldn’t help but think that his decoy was the most beautiful person he’s met.
It was an exact copy of his own red face and though he didn’t need to breathe as Elliott did. The decoy was panting seemingly as out of breath as he was.
His decoy didn’t have to do this. He didn’t have to comfort Elliott and make him feel so good, so… important.
No one had ever made him feel this way before.
Suddenly as he stares at his clone he realizes that he doesn’t feel so alone anymore.
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thekoicupid · 1 month
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Hi :3
If possible, can I get an Octane x Reader? Where the reader is a new legend in the apex games and Octane helps the reader in the games (he is in the same squad and likes the reader since he first saw the reader) and he saves the reader (maybe saves the reader from a sniper if that works). And after the game Octane goes up to the reader and tells the reader that he likes the reader and kisses him on the cheek.
Hello, of course you can get it, thanks for waiting I had no idea what to write for this until a match I had with my friends.
This would be the game of your introduction, just before when the teams were announced before the game started you had the opportunity to meet some of the legends that would be in your squad being Octane and Pathfinder.
Octane was quick to introduce himself and tell you a little about how the games work, Pathfinder also introduced himself and commented to be a little careful with certain teams.
As they started walking to the launch pad you could see all the other legends waiting some had a menacing posture *cof cof Revenant cof cof cof* and others just looked tired.
When the launch alert was given, to your surprise you were the jumper master looking at Pathfinder and Octane you asked if they had anywhere they would like to drop, they just warn you that in Fragment East drop a lot of people barely allowing time to gear up.
With that in mind you marked on the map The Geyser where it would be close to the battle zones but would give you time to pick up spoils, once you fell one of the squads fell along with you.
"Enemy just fell near me, be careful" I said over the radio as I ran as fast as I could to look for some spoils.
While I was looking for some weapons inside one of the houses I could hear gunfire outside, I grabbed the first gun I saw and some ammo I had beside it and ran outside so I could assist my teammates.
When I arrived at the scenes it was possible to see Mirage fighting with Octane while Bloodhound was fighting with Pathfinder, and the third squad member was out of sight I ran to Path's side while shooting Bloodhound, the situation with Path and Bloodhound was soon resolved, Pathfinder grabbed some things from Bloodhound's box while I turned to help Octane having to deal with Mirage, there being 6 of him, 5 being his decoys.
"This has got to be a bastard" I muttered as I looked for the real thing to end the situation, while I dealt with Mirage's decoys, Path helped Octane to his feet.
When the situation calmed down the ring had started to close the ring was moving towards Skyhook, we would have to run quite a bit until we got there.
"Y/n would you like to talk or would you rather be quiet?" Pathfinder asked as we ran towards the ring.
"Depends on the moment, taking into consideration that my ability depends on my consenting, but why the question?" I answered still focused on hearing enemy footsteps or any sign that there was someone there.
"And because some legends don't like to talk much" Octane cut Pathfinder off as he threw a jump support in front of us.
"Come on the ring is right over there" he spoke as he jumped up letting out a laugh and we stopped at the ring.
We stopped for a moment to catch our breath as noises of gunfire got louder and louder, as I ran for cover in one of the buildings I could hear Octane running towards me and yelling a slight what I assume was ducking in Spanish given that he jumped on top of me throwing us to the ground.
I couldn't react quickly to what just happened the same thing pulled me into the building that Pathfinder was in the only thing I processed from that was the pain in my shoulder, as much as we had the evo shields it still hurt like hell the bruises.
"¿Está bien?" Octane asked as he grabbed a syringe and some shields to hand to you.
"I'm fine, thanks Octane...don't worry, I have a medical kit here" I spoke as I put my hand on his shoulder.
"All right then, cariño" He replied quickly with his voice faltering a bit, Pathfinder just looked at the two of them with his screen showing a few question marks implying that he understood what Octane had said. 
At that moment Octane could be said to be red behind his mask and cursing himself for calling him 'cariño'.
Before any other words could be exchanged it could be seen that the noises of gunfire had stopped.
"Look at that, it's just us and another squad" I commented as I started up the building hearing the footsteps of Pathfinder and Octane behind me.
On top of the building you could see that the team was on top of the antenna ( I call that main tower in the middle the antenna) I could see the silhouette of Ventange, Loba and Crypto.
"Great, does anyone have a sniper?" I asked as I looked at Pathfinder who took the sentinel and aimed at Ventange.
"Octane, Pathfinder I will enter the building and exit through the back doors and go around, you don't let their vision get to the back of the building them and I will use my ult on them and throw as much grenade as I can at them, when I use Path throw the zip-line there and attack I will try to take care of crypto first" I spoke as I reloaded my weapon and looked at the two.
"No problem buddy " Pathfinder spoke as he took aim at the other squad again.
"Get out alive, I'll be waiting at the awards" Octane spoke softly as he gave a nod and aimed with Flatline in the same direction.
I ran towards the building already with grenades in hand I went up in the opposite direction they were standing.
"Right now is the time" I said as I walked towards them throwing some grenades and activating my ult, which made lightning stun all in the place.
I heard Pathfinder zip-line and saw the two members of my squad arriving and shooting I ran towards Crypto as I started shooting at him with the wingman.
When he fell I saw Pathfinder on the ground next to Loba and Ventange fighting with Octane, then 
I turned and shot him, getting the last kill of the match.
'you are the apex champions' and heard as I looked at Octane and Pathfinder who were celebrating.
"Good buddy, you played well" the robotic voice spoke extending his hand for a high-five, I return the gesture and see Octane running around the two of us.
"First game of the season and we already won this season is going to be great, even more so since I have you with me don't I" he said probably giving me a wink under his glasses and coming towards me.
After we left the arena, and had given the requested interviews I ran into Octane again and he was standing in the doorway of my room with a package in hand.
"Cariño, good you got out of all those questions alive" the man now without his glasses said letting out a laugh at the end of his sentence.
"I thought I would have to jump through a window to get out alive" I commented laughing as I opened the door and invited him in.
"So I wanted to say that, I loved being on your team and I really liked you and here" everything was spoken very quickly and a few words in Spanish as he handed the package into my hands.
"Te veo luego, cuídate cariño" he lowered his mask and left a kiss on my cheek and ran out of my room.
When I came out of the shock my face was all red and I looked at the wrapped package in my hands.
Opening it I could see a card and a purple tulip, on the card it was written 'thank you for being my squad and una flor para una flor aún más bella' I smiled at the card and the flower letting a sigh leave my lips.
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ghostxpup · 2 years
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Haha so I just got dumped so could you or some octane or Mirage fluff please
I’m sorry to hear that I hope your doing better <3 here’s some mirage fluff!!
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Trickster
Mirage x reader
Everyone who knows Elliott “mirage” Witt knows he’s a trickster & a troublemaker which is part of the reason you fell in love with him.
Right now Elliott was hiding from you but had his decoys deployed all over your shared house, Elliott loved playing this game so here you are walking around the house trying to find the real Elliott and sadly failing. After hearing “bamzooled” from maybe the 50th decoy you were getting tired and just wanted the real Elliott.
“Elliott!! I’m getting tired of your decoys I just want you” you said tiredly.
“Come on babe You’re so close to finding me” you hear Elliott say from somewhere upstairs
You ran up the stairs and into your shared bedroom and you gasp when you see Elliott laid on the bed on his phone with a small smirk on his face.
“You’ve been in bed this whole time?? While I’ve been running around the house looking for you?”
He chuckles at you while wrapping his arms around you.
“Sorry sweetheart, just wanted to have some fun I am a trickster after all”
You and Elliott ended up staying in bed the rest of the day.
(Omg I hope this is ok I’m still rusty at writing)
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ohthatsviolet · 4 years
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Mirage/Mirage or Mirage/Decoys I don't know what way is right
Obviously the best ship in the whole game, but allow me to raise you Decoy/Decoy.
Only shipped by people of severely high class and galaxy brain.
And I, [sips wine], have a severely high galaxy brain.
.....
Wait what?
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decoyhounds · 5 years
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bloodhound in their ult looking at mirage's fine ass:
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when ur gf is on another team but u still wanna say hi
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angelatmidnight1 · 2 years
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Could you do a mirage x reader?
Hi! I'm so sorry this is late. I hope you like it. It's based off of the first reader insert fic I did.
Made You Look
Mirage finds out that you’re ticklish through your interactions with Octane, and he’s the last person you’d want to know about it. You can’t shake his playful gaze, and it gets worse the more you try to ignore it. You’re smart enough to avoid getting caught alone with him. At least, you thought you were. The Mirage that you’re looking at is a decoy; the real one is behind you.
Hot pizzas and cold drinks were an awesome way to wind down after a long week. At least, that’s what Mirage thought. After giving the delivery driver a generous tip, he brought the food into the ship’s common room and set it down on the table. That’s when he heard it: a high pitched yelp, followed by a crash and more screaming. Usually, that wasn’t a concerning thing to hear on the ship. When chaotic Legends, like Octane, Rampart, or even Fuse were all put together in one space, loud noises became a regular occurrence. In a way, it became normal.
But the scream he heard wasn’t normal. It sounded like someone had fallen, or they were under attack. Elliott frowned; now that he thought about it, he hadn’t seen Revenant lately…
Taking a breath, he ventured towards the noise. What started off as screams actually ended up as laughter.
He raised a brow and poked his head into the next lounge room.“Look, I’m the last guy who’d wanna ruin anyone’s fun, but…WHOA!” Elliott jumped out of the way as you burst out of the room.
“MOVEMOVEMOVE!” You screamed as you dashed down the hallway.
You’d spent the last hour messing with Octavio, teasing him about losing his last game to you. The last thing you did set him off; you claimed that maybe he wasn’t as fast as he thought he was, threw his mask across the room, and booked it. Well, Octane had enough of your shenanigans, and he was next to come running out, hot on your heels. All Elliott saw was a green dash whiz past him.
“Get back here!” Octavio growled. He easily caught up with you and leapt forward, tackling you and sending both of you crashing to the ground. You screamed again, and Elliott hurried after the two of you.
“Hey, take it easy! Or, ya know, at least don’t kill each other!” He called, quickening his steps to catch up to you both. “We do enough of that in the…”
The trickster gaped at what he saw; you, pinned down under Octane, and him tickling the crap outta you. You beat at his hands as they danced all over your torso, filling up the hallway with your laughter.
“Still got jokes, amigo/a? Huh?” Octavio smirked, reaching underneath your arms and scratching away at your armpits. You arched your back, squealing.
“NOohohohohohohoho! Ah! Stahahahahahap!” You protested, further trapping his hands as you squeezed your arms against your sides. “It’s nohohohot a johohohke if it’s truhuhue!”
The speedster narrowed his eyes and pulled his hands free, trailing back down to your ribs and sides. You laughed even louder and writhed against the ground. “It’s not true, you had Che’s help! Too bad she’s not here to help you now, eh?” He answered, chuckling. He used his thumbs to knead at the spaces between the ribs and the fleshiest parts of your sides. You swatted at his hands again, cackling, and he pinned your wrists above your head. “Not that it would’ve mattered! You’re so slow, I could’ve walked and caught up to you.”
You pulled against his grip, your response lost within the laughter. If you hadn’t been laughing so hard, you would’ve noticed that Elliott was still standing there, now watching the scene with amusement. When he first met you, he flirted with you nonstop, claiming that he was simply giving you a warm welcome. But he had no idea that you were ticklish! He smiled and put his hands in his pockets, stepping over the two of you to get back to the main lounge.
“Ya know what, I’ll just let you two sort it out. Don’t take too long though! Pizza’ll get cold.”
Not even the promise of pizza was enough to quell Octane’s wrath. Your head snapped up to Elliott while you made futile attempts to free up your arms. “WAHAHAHAHAIT!” You screamed as Octavio clawed at your belly, making your laughter take on a desperate pitch. “DOHOHOHN’T LEHEHEAVE MEHEHE, ELLIHOHOHOHTT!”
“Huh?” Elliott turned around and cupped his ear, as if he couldn’t hear you. “What’d you say? Sorry, it’s hard to hear you over there, (Y/N). Tell me later!”
“NO—“ You called after him, but the trickster left, leaving you victim to Octavio’s tickle attack…
When you saw Mirage again, he had a steaming pizza in his hand, and you were red in the face from laughing so hard. Elliott leaned against the frame of the door, a smirk gracing his lips. “You kids having fun?”
Octane glanced up from what he was doing—presently going to town on your neck—and slapped on a massive smile, “Sí, and it seems like (Y/N) is having a blast too…” He drilled his thumb into your underarm, making you shriek.
Mirage set down the pizza and plopped down onto the couch, pulling free a slice and laying back and smiling at the scene. “I can tell! (Y/N) is being super loud!” He had to speak up to talk over your cackles.
Eventually, Octane released you and got up to join Elliott. He collapsed on the couch next to the trickster and snatched a piece of pizza from Mirage’s plate. The older man glared at the younger and turned his body to shield his food. You, on the other hand, were currently sprawled out on the floor, struggling to catch your breath. The smell of pizza was heavenly, but you could hardly move a muscle because you were so tired.
“Come on, compadre, get up!” Octane teased, stuffing his face with yet another piece—that was his fourth.
Thankfully, Elliott had made more than one and had gotten up to retrieve it when the daredevil ate half of the other one. Mirage got back from the kitchen and knelt beside you, poking you in the side. You violently twitched and curled into yourself, glaring daggers into the older man. He snickered and got back to his feet, returning to his spot on the couch.
“Just makin’ sure you’re still with us, buddy. What kind of friend would I be if I didn’t check on you?” Elliott grinned. You scoffed and pushed yourself up into a sitting position. Maybe it was just you, but the trickster was giving you an awfully big smile. You’d even argue that it was too big.
“You’d be a better friend if you weren’t helping Octavio bully me.” You answered, giving Octane a side eye as you went to get some pizza. Octavio smirked and made a fake crying face at you, and you would’ve throttled him if you weren’t so tired. Mirage chuckled.
“I didn’t see any bullying! What I saw was perfectly innocent.” He argued. “Plus, it made you laugh.”
While you were getting your food, he swung his legs up on the couch. He elbowed Octavio. Octane flinched and gave him a strange look, watching him motion to you, to the couch, and then back to you. It took him a minute to realize what he wanted, but by the time you returned with your plate, Octavio had brought his legs up on the opposite side of the couch. Now, the only seat available to you was the one right next to Elliott.
Your eye twitched. You sat down beside the trickster, but leaned as far into the arm of the couch as possible. Maybe you’d be able to enjoy your food before it got cold. Well, Mirage left you alone for the first few bites. But then, he cozied up right next to you, trapping you between him and the couch. You peered wearily at him, taking small bites of your pizza. He didn’t do much, just sat there… smiling… watching… to say it made you slightly afraid is a monumental understatement. Eventually, you convinced yourself to just eat your food and ignore him, and you found yourself relaxing, just a smidge.
That’s all until you felt Elliott’s arm drape around your shoulders. You choked mid-chew and froze, staring up into that smug smile of his.
“So, (Y/N), when were you gonna tell me?” Elliott whispered into your ear, grinning wider as you fidgeted under his touch. By now, you were pretty much immune to the trickster’s charm, but that’s not why you were nervous. You knew what was coming, and everything about his actions told you that it was coming fast. Still, you were determined to play it cool. The other Legends hadn’t shown up for their pizza yet, so there was still hope.
“...Tell you what?”
You tried to appear uninterested while you took another bite of your pizza. But, Mirage was smarter than he let on. He moved his arm from your shoulders to your torso, squeezing your side. You yelped and went to jerk from the sensation, but Elliott held strong. Thankfully, Octavio had the tiniest attention span in the world, and was browsing his phone during the exchange.
“That you’re ticklish.” Elliott smirked. Instead of squeezing again, he gently stroked up your side, making you snicker. You held onto what was left of your food with one hand, trying to fend him off with the other one.
“I wahahsn’t gohohing to! Leheheave mehehe alohohne!” You whined. Mirage beamed and easily dodged your flailing hand, drumming his fingers at your rib cage.
“Nope! You can’t keep secrets from your greatest friend in the Outlands.” He laughed, jumping back to your side when you almost grabbed him. “It’s against the law. Should be, anyway.”
You squealed and sent the remnants of pizza flying, unable to successfully bat him away with one hand. The crust bounced off of Octavio’s head before it found the floor. Octane cringed and finally looked up from his phone. He glanced at the discarded pizza, then smirked at the scene beside him.
“Now you’re throwing food at me? That’s it!” Octane hopped across the couch so that you were now pinned between him and Mirage. You paled and went to push yourself off the couch.
“Nonono! I dihihidn’t---AH! ELLIOTT!”
The only response you got was a shit-eating grin as he jabbed you again in the rib. Then, while you were fighting off his hands, Octavio added to the chaos by squeezing your sides. Now you were really screwed. You screamed and shrieked, bucking around like a fish out of water. Both the boys couldn’t help but laugh; the sight of you thrashing around, making an assortment of sounds, was just too hilarious. Just before they could really tickle you, Pathfinder bounded into the lounge with Lifeline and D.O.C, bringing the tickle attack to a halt.
“Friends!” He greeted, cradling the drone like a baby. “I hope you saved enough pizza for us! I want to teach D.O.C. all about what my human friends eat so that he can grow up to be smart, like his daddy!”
Ajay let out an exasperated sigh. “Path, for the last time…D.O.C. ain’t ya kid. He’s mass produced…and ya ain’t gettin’ cheese all over my health drone!” She huffed, taking D.O.C. out of his arms. Path’s shoulders slouched and his monitor displayed a sad emoji; so, against her better judgment, she handed the drone back to him. “Ugh, fine…gwan get me a slice. But D.O.C. can only watch…understand?”
Path happily nodded and ran off to get the pizza. Ajay shook her head and finally turned to you, Mirage, and Octane. She blinked; you were still squished between them, and your face was red.
“(Y/N), ya alright?” The medic approached you, her eyebrows knit with concern. “Ya look…flustered.”
You nodded, still trying to catch your breath. The men dispersed with the biggest, smuggest grins on their faces, and it only made Che even more suspicious.
Lifeline’s presence made it possible for you to enjoy a full slice of pizza uninterrupted. Eventually, the other Legends poured into the room, drawn by the scent of food. Someone suggested turning on a movie. Surely with Ajay beside you, you’d be safe from Mirage and Octane’s antics, right?
Well, about halfway into the movie, Ajay excused herself to turn in for the night. The doctor was so tired from working in the medbay all day and couldn’t keep her eyes open. Octane, on the other hand, couldn’t sit still anymore and ran off to do something else. That left Mirage, Gibraltar, Horizon, and Wraith in your immediate vicinity. Dr. Somers was seated on your left and, because Lifeline left, there was a free seat to your right. You glanced at Mirage, hoping that he didn’t notice. But, not only did he notice, he gave you a cheeky grin as he got up and walked towards you.
You panicked, gathering the blanket Ajay had given you and bringing your legs up onto the couch. This didn’t deter the trickster, though; he marched right up to you and picked your legs up, moving them back onto the floor. You yelped in protest, earning a few stares, but Elliott just blinked at you innocently.
“What? This seat’s not taken, is it?” Elliott asked. He scooted as close as he could to you, going as far as pulling some of your blanket over himself. Now he was getting really cocky. You glared at him and wordlessly retreated towards Horizon. The last thing you wanted was to grace him with a response.
After that, it all went downhill. You weren’t even focusing on the movie anymore. All you could focus on was the slightest movement Elliott made as squeezed your knee underneath the blanket. You gasped and flinched.
“Stohop, Elliott!” You hissed between gritted teeth. You pressed a hand to your mouth, trying not to be loud, but the ticklish sensations along your knees made it extremely difficult. Elliott grinned and jumped to your hip, kneading the bone between his fingers.
“I’m not doing anything.” He whispered, extending his arm out to continue tickling as you squirmed away. You bit on your fingers, your snickers getting louder as you kicked at him. Wraith peered over at the two of you, distracted by the commotion, and she frowned.
“Elliott, (Y/N), knock it off.” She demanded. She sat up from her lounging position and glowered. “We can’t hear the movie with you making noise.”
You blushed and, after elbowing Mirage in the side, murmured an apology. You snatched the blanket away from him and laid against the astrophysicist’s arm. Dr. Somers looked at you and gave you a warm smile. She affectionately patted your hand and went back to watching the movie. There was a lull in the movie, and combined with the comforting presence of Horizon, you finally relaxed.
Unbeknownst to you, the trickster scooted back over to you ever so slowly, and snuck one hand underneath the blanket. One poke to your stomach made you scream, startling everyone in the room.
“...You good, bruddah?” Gibby asked, pausing the movie. All eyes were on you and you nodded frantically, blushing bright red.
“Y-Yeah! Sorry, I just…” You leered at the trickster and climbed off of the couch. “I, um…my leg’s cramping, that’s all. I’m just gonna get more popcorn.”
You retreated from the room as fast as you could. You hurried into the kitchen and buried your face into your hands.
Dammit, Elliott. You’re such an ass. You ran your hands through your hair a few times and took a deep breath. Then, as if the universe was against you, you heard footsteps behind you. You cringed; maybe it was Horizon? Wraith?
Nope, it was Elliott. At least, you thought it was. There was more than one way to get to the kitchen, and the trickster sent in a decoy after you.
“Hey, (Y/N)! Let me help you get the popcorn!” He offered. He stepped closer to you, smirking. “It’s on a high shelf, easier if I get it for you.”
An idea popped into your head; if he wanted to pester you so badly, maybe you could give him a taste of his own medicine! You stepped aside and gestured towards the cabinet containing the popcorn, “After you!”
The trickster flashed you a smile and strutted over. You waited for the perfect moment before launching an attack. You gleefully reached for his sides…only for your hands to phase through his torso. You stared in bewilderment; even as the decoy faded away from existence, you remained standing, staring at your hands. You were so enthralled with the notion of being bamboozled, you didn’t hear the rapid footsteps coming up behind it. It was the sensation of fingers squeezing your sides and the shriek leaving your throat that snapped you back to reality.
You lunged forward in an attempt to escape from Elliott. You whirled around, arms wrapped protectively around your torso. Mirage rapidly approached you, mirroring your retreating steps with his own. “You really thought you could pull a fast one on me?” He laughed. He extended his arms out and stretched them towards you with wiggling fingers. “ The good looking, perfectly handsome, king of bamboozles?”
You held up your own arms as a response, frantically looking around for an escape route. “Uh, you commented about your looks twice…” You mentioned, desperate not to get walked back into a corner.
Mirage grinned. “That’s because I’m that handsome. Anyway, back to you…” A mischievous smile spread across his face and, out of nowhere, he launched forward.
No amount of flailing or backpedaling away from him helped to protect you. He jabbed you in the ribs again, again, and again. Eventually, you were reduced to a squealing mess on the floor—your knees had given out, making you tumble to the ground. Mirage followed you to the ground, hovering over you, and pulled your arms off of your torso. He held them away from you with one hand, his other hand poking and prodding your stomach. You immediately burst out laughing, the ticklish jolts crashing onto you like a tidal wave.
“NOHOHOHOHO! GEHEHEHET OFF!” You screamed, not even caring if the others heard you at this point. Smirking, Mirage vibrated his hand across your stomach and ended up on your sides, where he repeatedly pinched them.
“Nope! There can only be one trickster around here, and that’s me.” He answered. You laughed even harder and arched your back, but Elliott easily stayed in place. “So I guess someone has to teach you a lesson! That someone being yours truly, of course.”
“WHAHAHAHAHAHT?!” You drummed your legs on the floor as he fluttered his nails against your rib cage. “Yohohuhu cahahn’t behehe seheherious! I dihihihdn’t dohohoho anythihihihng!”
Mirage joined in on your laughter. He slowed the tickling down to gentle strokes along each rib bone, giving you an opportunity to breathe.
“You totally did! First, you hid the super awesome secret that you’re ticklish from me. Me, of all people! And just now, you tried to bamboozle me!” He insisted, now poking at the spaces between each bone. You snickered and twisted your torso around. “That is unaccess—unac—I won’t stand for it!”
The trickster found a sensitive rib on each side of your rib cage, making you squeal. You pulled at your arms, testing his grip, but they didn’t move an inch. “Thahahat’s nohohot truhuhue!” You yelped. Although you were partially lying, you hadn’t been hiding anything! If anything, this was exactly why you didn’t tell him about how ticklish you were. “I wahahahasn’t—ah!”
Elliott suddenly jumped to the crook of your neck and scritched away. You sputtered and threw your head around, trying to trap his fingers, but all he had to do was switch to another side. You giggled madly and tried to protest, which only encouraged him to tickle even faster.
“Stahahahaha!” You whined. Mirage snickered, amused by your squirming, and he ducked his head down towards you.
“Aw, don’t you sound adorable! Try again, buddy, I don’t know what you’re saying!” He teased, beaming as your cheeks turned red. You glared at him, or at least tried to. Your eyes were tearing up from how hard you were laughing.
“Stahahahahap tihihihickling mehehehe!” You yelled, finally managing to squish his hand between your neck and shoulder. You panted, your eyes darting from him to his hands. Mirage made a dramatic look of realization while tapping his fingers against your neck.
“Oh, stop tickling you?” He repeated, wiggling his hand free from your neck. You didn’t answer, watching his hand slowly drop towards your torso. He rested a hand on your side and chuckled as you tensed up. “And miss out on these cute widdle giggles? No way!”
Instead of tickling your side, he walked his fingers across your stomach. You gasped loudly and arched your back, frantically pulling against his grip.
“NO! Ehehelliott, plehehease…” You pleaded. Elliott looked at you and gave a cheeky smile.
“Bad spot?” He asked, curiously pinching the side of your stomach. You responded by hollering and recoiling to the side. He did it again, just for fun, and laughed as you kicked at the ground. “Wow, I guess it is! Okay, (Y/N), since I’m the nicest guy in the Outlands…”
He held his hand just above the spot, wiggling his fingers in the air. You pinched your eyes shut, waiting for the inevitable…but nothing happened. It wasn’t until you opened your eyes and looked up at Elliott’s grin that filled you with dread.
“I’ll give it lots of tickles, just for you!”
“NO ELLIOTT!”
The trickster released your arms and dug both of his hands into your tummy. You screamed out a laugh and flailed at his hands, unable to get a good grip on them. Although you were laughing hysterically, Elliott got tired of you grabbing his hands, so he scooped both of yours back into his own.
“Here, since you clearly wanna hold my hand..” He teased, putting them over your head as he continued his assault on your tummy. Your cheeks burned red as you threw your head back, howling.
“STAHAHAHAHAHA!” You yelled. You flopped against the floor in hysterics but, instead of stopping, Elliott went back to those dreaded pinches that drove you up the wall. By the time someone finally came into the kitchen, your laughter was silent.
“..I think they’ve had enough, Elliott.” Came Wraith’s voice from the kitchen’s entryway. She stepped further into the room and approached the two of you. Luckily, she didn’t seem as annoyed as before. Elliott looked up, slowing his attack back down to gentle stroking.
“Aw, c’mon, Renee! We’re having fun!” He replied, mixing in a couple of pinches along with the gentle tickles. You hiccuped and twitched, clearly exhausted. Renee now stood right next to you, nudging the trickster with her foot.
“Elliott.”
Elliott groaned and withdrew his hands. “Alright, alright! I’ll stop.” He conceded. He let your hands go and crawled away to give you some space. This seemed to satisfy Renee enough, so she left the room after Mirage gave no indication that he’d pounce again. After a good ten minutes, you finally pushed yourself up into a seated position.
“Ugh…you suck.” You groaned, cautiously taking his hand when he offered it to you. Mirage snickered.
“Hey, that’s what happens when you try to trick me! Oh, and keep secrets, can’t forget about that.” He grinned. “But look, I think we can put all of this behind us after I get you that popcorn! Whaddaya say?”
“...Extra butter and make it snappy.”
For once, Elliott listened, and he made a big bowl of popcorn for you to share. Horizon and Gibby gave you small, knowing smiles once you two returned to the room, but you were too tired to notice. You were also too tired to enjoy any of the popcorn, finding sleep a much more appealing option. And Mirage made certain that when you fell asleep, your head ended up on his shoulder.
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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 
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"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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virtual-cookie · 3 years
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what legends do you think are in need of buffs and how would you buff them
Honestly most of them need buffs.
Caustic: UP THE FREAKIN GAS DAMAGE!!! I don’t ever play him but jeez he’s so easy to kill
Wattson: up the damage of fences!! Make her passive be able to carry more shields too
Fuse: change his model to give him an ass 😔 Also make his ult have an X going through it
Crypto: make his drone able to move with you in open spaces! Same mechanic for controlling mirages decoys. Also make him able to ult himself when his from is destroyed
Path: more grapple!!!!
Bangs: change her model to make her more physically buff. Pls pls pls
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frenchbreads-writing · 8 months
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YO HI HELLO
as someone who followed u bc I am iida and enji simp
GO FOR IT
WRITE FOR WHAT YOU WANTTTT
I personally would just be glad seeing you back in action ✨
no pressure tho bread bestie
take your time and enjoy what you write
(Also I reread ur mirage fic not realising it was his clone and I just- onceler flashbacks)
(not mad at you it was cute)
(now give him a boyfriend (me (joke HAHAHAHAH)))
Thank you that’s reassuring that at least one person will be there if/when I write for something else🥹🥹
(I still like that one and I wanna write more of mirage x decoy and maybe x reader)
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bearseokie · 3 years
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— Every time you touch a relic of your lover, you get vivid daydreams of your time spent with Chan while configuring the future.
DETAILS — [ 18+ | drabble | 1k ] PAIRING — time-traveler! heochan x gender-neutral! reader GENRES — romance, smut, angst WARNINGS — time skips back and forth, longing, if you’re confused: good. A/N — this idea was originally an entire fic idea, but I’m testing the waters here!
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Eclectic, Chan was like a cloud over the full moon. Every cave and crevice once seen by your own eyes, the form of grey fluff covered over each speck until only darkness caressed you lightly. His touch warm like the sun until the star delved towards the other side of the earth, he was only with you for so long.
“In a matter of days,-” His back collided with the wall as he spoke, eyes glistening in the ascending dawn. “-our time will be up, my love.”
The heat from his bare body was still sheathing within the sheets beside you. Your hand glided over the soft cotton, his scent bringing a lump in your throat as you attempted to swallow it down. Your eyes blinked heavily, the hard beat of your heart in your chest aching as the same fabric turned cold. He was nowhere in sight - Chan long lost to the past, but still protruding inside your present like a mirage.
“And there isn’t anything we can do about it?” you wondered.
He had crept to you, his muse - reasoning, through limericks along sheets of paper. They were your only message of his existence, that your dreams were real and not hallucinations. His handwriting fondful to your sight, the pages were stained with his cologne and tears, trifled by his occupation. A man designed to leap through time, year by year, centuries passing, your face the only thing keeping him afloat.
“I’m afraid not.” Fluffed hair torked by his lanky fingers, you felt the same hand make contact with your cheek. His enlightened irises were always engulfed by your reflection, all that he could bear, but the sorrow in his blown pupils made you lift from the mattress.
“Chan, what are we to do?”
It was only when his soft lips collided with yours that the world seemed to settle, his long locks feathered through your own fingers to keep him pressed against you. He was a breath of fresh air at any given moment you were surrounded by a suffocating atmosphere. All questions pushed until later, his moments were always true to one belief: we have now.
Soft kisses peppered against your lips and cascading down your jawline to meet your neck, Chan knew every little spot that had you craving more. Light licks of his tongue lingering at your nape made you mewl, his soft breaths fanning across your skin enough to lull you to sleep. Eyes fluttering shut with his warm skin turning feverish with every kitten lick to your collar bones, he gravitated towards where you wanted him most.
A twinge in your guts releasing butterflies, his eyes peered up at you through long lashes. Irises immune to most emotions from the power within him, the lust he gained from you always shown through. You were like a placebo to him, fixed with the idea that all could heal if he took you, but it was just a decoy. Releasing heavy breaths, his hand collided between your thighs to pleasure you.
Middle fingers pressing into the fabric of the thin clothing you wore, your back arched at his touch. A whimper of his name, his palm met with the small stain of your arousal pooling through the article, a groan passing his plump lips. He wanted to rip the clothes from your body, teach you how to love properly, but his shuddering skin renounced his form above you.
Time and time again, the clicks of the clock on the wall would hit their marks. He would be forced to leave you, match the time on his watch to the letters in the mail - taking his leave without the slightest bit of discourse. Just as his mysterious occupation, all that told you of his travels would disappear with him. You would find sheets of torn note pages with marked numbers, collecting them one by one.
Your fingers pressed into the dull remnants, brows knitted and tears thick as they fell from your eyes. The matter was more than you knew, tracing each number with the tip of your thumb. One - your first kiss. The fast pace of his heart where your hand laid against his chest, keeping him close. Two - the first time he shifted from nowhere right before your eyes. A blow of wind that could cause hysterics to the universe, the sparkles of gold that surrounded him - him. Three - when he told you what he was. How he was forced into a world even he didn’t comprehend, the one he would give up if it meant he was beside you every day, but that’s not how the world works. Four - the extravagant feeling of his lips against you in more ways than one. Five - his golden irises flashing for the last time, his body swept away by the watch on his wrist.
Each tear formed against another, the tears slipping down your cheeks dripping onto your clothes as you sniffled. The cold top of the table scattered your emotions more than the numbers themselves, index fingers gliding the pieces together like it was a puzzle. Your tongue matched with the corner of your mouth, much like Chan’s did when he tore them so indicatively. A message from him that would reach you when you needed it most. The tape between your fingers linked them one by one, the numbers melding together like a work of art that only the artist could understand. The connections, the memories, Chan’s words whispered into your ear every chance he had to hold you: all written in their own code.
The drawer of his nightstand, never delved into in respect of his own privacy, but the remedy you needed. The metal handle between your fingers pulled open to reveal the treasures of the space, darkened by the room as his lamp turned on in tandem with your squinting eyes. The gold in your palm, similar to what you had seen over and over - nearly the exact watch as his, but only your own. His code.
“Find me.”
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seerofmike · 3 years
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Swimming in Ball Gowns
pairing: bubblysparks/wattson x rampart word count: 2,007 rating: t for some light violence tags: soulmate au, kind of rivals to friends to lovers summary: Hearing your soulmate say the words on your wrist was supposed to be a joyous, life-changing moment. For Natalie, it was the exact opposite.
so i combined day 2 and day 3 into one fic! the first chap establishes the soulmate au, second chap should be a beach day fic! hope u guys enjoy :3
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‘Fancy a swim?’ had been on her wrist for as long as she could remember. The phrase had always been odd to her; before, she hadn't known the meaning of ‘fancy’ in this context, so she had spent several years of her early childhood thinking that she would meet her soulmate while swimming in a ball gown.
It sounded messy and heavy and inconvenient, but whenever she had mouthed those words to herself that was what had come to mind. Eventually her Papa had corrected her and told her its true meaning, but honestly, Natalie Paquette would have much preferred it the way she'd imagined.
At least swimming in ball gowns had a certain silly charm to it—as opposed to being punted into the Geyser and being blown back forty feet into the Ring that she had designed.
Her squad was in the top three. Mirage was sending out decoy after decoy as Pathfinder grappled around, Bloodhound’s squad firing at him and wasting their precious ammo. Natalie had set up one of her pylons in the building alongside her, fences protecting them from outsiders, but she knew that she would have to rotate soon; the Ring would be closing in on her very position, forcing her to scuttle out of the building and past the Geyser.
“Mirage,” Natalie said, and he turned to look at her from where he was positioned in the doorway. “Please ask Pathfinder to set us up a zipline. I am going to try and—”
“I have been downed!” Came Pathfinder’s cheerful voice at that exact moment. “Oh no! We are being attacked by another squad! Goodbye, friends!”
And just like that, his banner popped up on their minimaps, urging them to pick it up.
“That stupid tin can,” Mirage sighed, and Natalie frowned at his rude words, but said nothing. “Okay, when the Ring starts movin’, I’ll send out a few ban—bomb—decoys and scatter ‘em so we can run, okay? Hopefully everyone starts shooting at them instead.”
It did not sound like a very good plan, but it was better than nothing. They honestly should have rotated a long time ago, but a certain competitor had set up a turret on the opposite side of the little valley, and made moving outside very risky. She swore that she could hear the other girl’s laughter and the sounds of her bullets hitting the floor all the way from here. Why did she have to be so loud?
Natalie tried her best to be polite to all of the competitors in the Apex Games, especially ones chosen by Mr. Blisk himself, but Ramya Parekh made it nearly impossible for Natalie to like her. She was loud, crass, and quite frankly, rude. She reminded her a bit of Octane, but at least Octane’s quips were much friendlier—’c’mon, amigo, we should go do that again!’
All Rampart knew how to do was talk big and be mean.
And why did everyone think that she was so funny? Was there a joke that she was missing out on? ‘If I ever let ya down, it’s probably because I grew tired of carrying you’ —she had said this to Mirage yesterday, and everyone had laughed! Mirage was a senior competitor of the Apex Games, and Rampart was not. Why did she think that she would have to carry him? What was wrong with teamwork?
The newest Legend hadn’t even spoken one word directly to her, but Natalie already couldn’t help but think that they wouldn’t get along. She hated to admit it, but not even she could be friends with everyone.
“Round seven,” the announcer said, and Natalie’s eyes narrowed. “Beginning Ring countdown.”
Picking her pylon back up, she tucked her Hemlok close to herself and nodded at Mirage, who burst through the door of the building, cloaking himself and sending out decoys in every direction. It was a fascinating piece of technology that she would like to know more about, but they’d never quite had the time to discuss it.
Taking cover beside a decoy, she kept low as bullets exploded in front of her, someone firing at the cloaked Mirage—though invisible, his feet were clearly kicking up water. Natalie considered using the Geyser to send herself to their new location, but Bloodhound was sniping this match, and there was no doubt in her mind that while she flew up in a predictable arc, they would shoot at her.
Natalie figured that she could run around the Geyser and duck low next to the buildings opposite of them so that she could stay hidden. She zig-zagged around it, taking careful note of who all was shooting at them—Bloodhound's squad, all three of them positioned on high ground...Bangalore taking potshots at Mirage while the whoosh of Octane's jump-pads filled the air...
Someone was unaccounted for, and she only realized who when she rounded the Geyser and was met with the bright brown eyes of the last person she wanted to see right now.
“‘Ello, luv,” Rampart greeted, messy brown ponytail swaying in the wind. She was holding her huge minigun in hand—‘Sheila’, if Natalie was remembering correctly. “Fancy a swim?”
Natalie fumbled with her Hemlok, hands shaky for a multitude of reasons, but she was too slow in her response; Rampart reared back, a devilish smile on her face, before swinging her minigun forward with all her might and slamming it right into Natalie. 
She felt several of her ribs crack as she was shoved into the Geyser, gasping as she flipped around unceremoniously in its blast. She accidentally inhaled a mouthful of water, choking, before she was being rocketed somewhere, unable to see which direction she was going due to the pain in her chest and the dizziness of her head.
Eyes squeezed shut, Natalie felt as though her entire body were burning, stinging in pain as she landed hard on her shoulder. Realizing with terror that she had flown into the Ring, she peeled her eyes open, staring in dismay at the safe zone forty feet ahead of her. 
But her dismay at landing in her own creation was nothing compared to the shock and near-horror that had taken hold of her as she had heard those words.
Fancy a swim? Rampart had laughed, poking her tongue through the gap in her teeth, and she was quite sure that she had never felt such dismay before.
“Oh no,” Natalie mumbled in French, knowing she was one tick of damage away from dying. “Not her.”
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Dying in the Ring was humiliating to most, but it was ten times as embarrassing to Natalie, seeing as she was the one who had designed it.
After she had been treated by the doctors in the medbay, she wandered around the ship, wanting to be alone so that no one could see her shame. She found solace in one of the empty sitting rooms, and turned the TV on mute so that she could see how the Game ended.
Bloodhound's squad, consisting of Revenant and Gibraltar, was taken out when Bangalore's bombardment fell right in their path of rotation, and they'd been forced to either die in the Ring or run through it. They did not survive, and she watched Bangalore smirk, self-satisfied at the three new kills under her belt. 
Mirage was fumbling with Pathfinder’s banner on-screen, making a desperate attempt to resurrect him, and Natalie rooted for him silently. He had won solo before, and she knew that he was perfectly capable of winning by himself!
Her heart sank, though, as she watched Rampart approach, a jovial skip in her step that should be impossible due to the huge weight on her back. She set up her turret as Mirage cloaked himself, not noticing the enemy nearby, and Rampart winked directly at the camera before hopping onto Sheila and spraying the area around the respawn beacon.
We have our Apex Champions.
Shoulders slumping, Natalie sighed as she watched Rampart and Octane high-five, something akin to annoyance brewing inside of her, but she tried to calm herself down.
There was no reason to be angry, she thought. She had lost plenty of times before, and today was no different!
But it was.
The words on her wrist were tingling. It was very different.
Rampart's squad soon rose into the dropship, and Natalie waved at Octane in greeting. He waved back at her enthusiastically before making a beeline for Crypto’s room, which made her frown a little. She frowned even more when Rampart then approached her, blowing a large pink bubble before popping it.
Smack! Goodness, that noise aggravated her.
"No tough feelings, right, Watty?” Rampart asked, and though Octane and Mirage called her that nickname, hearing it from her made her bristle. “It was all a good show. Fun meetin’ ya this way! You’ll have to show me your tech sometime, got it?”
When Natalie didn’t respond, too taken-aback by the audacity of her, Rampart added,
“Electric bullets sound fun, don't they? No, not energy ammo—regular ammo, with electricity. Betcha could give me a few pointers over some drinks, eh?”
For some reason her face was flushing, and she realized that the reason why was annoyance. 
“I,” Natalie said shortly, fists clenched by her sides as she tried to keep her composure. “Would rather not. Have a good day, Miss Parekh.”
Turning her back on the girl and trying her best to not stomp away, she made her way back in the direction of her room, but stiffened in the hallway when Rampart called after her,
“Now, wait just a second! I think you’re my soulmate!”
“Ooooh,” Mirage said, having just emerged from the medbay with wide, eager eyes. “Do I hear gossip?”
“Now, let’s see, here,” Rampart said, and Natalie turned around slowly to see her peeling her glove off. “Have and a and good and day—all in caps, mind you—and miss and Parekh. This checks out.”
“Has nobody ever told you to have a good day before?” Mirage asked, bewildered.
“Not in that exact order. Miss...Paquette, was it?” Rampart chuckled to herself, smacking her gum once more, and ugh, that noise!! “Let me see your wrist!”
Natalie didn’t grace her with a response, instead choosing to run up the stairs without looking back, seeking out a more quiet place. A place far, far away from Ramya Parekh and her smacking gum and deafening minigun and crude laugh and...
Shutting herself inside a lone closet, Natalie sat on the floor and drew her knees up to her chest. She had always looked forward to meeting her soulmate; after all, her parents had been soulmates, and there was already a soulmate pair among the Legends in the form of Bangalore and Loba. It left her hopeful that maybe she too could one day meet her soulmate in the Games, but now, she wished she hadn't—or, at least, that it had been someone different.
Perhaps she should at least try to talk to her—Loba and Bangalore hadn't gotten along when they'd first met, after all! Maybe she just needed to give Rampart a chance and see what they had in common...but the last time this had happened, someone she considered a friend had betrayed her. She squeezed her eyes tight as she pictured Crypto's face, trying to fight the image back, but she couldn't.
She didn't want to allow herself to be so open to someone again after that had happened. She knew that their situations were different; even before that moment, Crypto had been 'suspicious', always keeping to himself and never talking to anybody, whereas Rampart was the opposite. But still, she hesitated to entertain the idea. She didn't want to be hurt again.
Rubbing her hands together, she tried to clear her mind and just enjoy the quiet of the closet she had taken refuge in it. She had the feeling that she would be needing a lot more quiet from now on.
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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
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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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A Bloodhound X Revenant Fanfiction
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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.
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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
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(Mirage x Wraith) Just Thinking
Part 1
SFW
Apex Fanfiction
Fluff & Comfort
It was late at night, around 0100. Everyone was in their designated rooms of the drop ship, dreaming away. All but one trickster, not a single ounce of sleepiness in him.
Elliot was wide awake, just thinking of his brothers. The way they would tease him, ruffle his hair,put him in headlocks for noogies; typical boy things. At the end of the day, his older brothers would huddle up on the couch with the young Mirage, watching whatever movie he desired. Those were the days he missed most.
What he missed even more, was his mother. That great woman that raised him, giving him all the love a mother could. She always made sure Elliot kept a little smile on his face. Mirage missed the aromatic mists of her cooking filling the house, or the way she would teach him about engineering and her techniques. Hell, he even missed the way she would scold him when his antics to get attention ended up with something broken.
But what he missed most of all, was the days of simpleness. The Apex Games was a hectic lifestyle. It was why sometimes, when he wasn’t in the ring, he would work at the bar. It reminded him of before he had fame and all the attention he craved as a child. Sometimes, those days seemed more desirable.
Feeling a bit lonely, he grabbed the jacket that he donned in the ring, sending out a decoy. Since no one was awake, may as well give himself the company he needed. Ironically using the same thing that brought him fame and loneliness, to provide a sense of artificial comfort.
His clone looked over at him, a cocky look on his face before he noticed his creator wasn’t feeling the best.
“Well..guess this bamboozle isn’t for fun” The decoy mumbled softly before he sat beside Mirage.
“Not a single bit. I needed comap-..compen-...a friend. So,who else is the best person to talk to besides myself?” he managed to let out a chuckle, feeling a bit better at his own clever remarks.
He was abruptly interrupted by a “Mirage?” from a familiar voice said behind his door, followed by a knock. Well, he did have to admit, that IS someone better to talk to.
Elliot quietly whispered “Wraith?..” to himself before he quickly scrambled to make the decoy disappear before he got up from his bed to open the door.
When he answered, Wraith was there in a pair of small black shorts, covered by a big baggy t-shirt. Mirage was surprised someone else was awake, but wasn’t phased by the fact that it was her. 
This was common. the haunting voices and heinous knowledge of her own past and constant barrage of unforgotten mistakes was enough to make her toss around tirelessly. Underneath those baggy eyes rested her own identity, and the actions that led to her being a contestant in the games. Just another fighter thrown into the action; the masses caring nothing about what lied beyond her reality bending abilities. All of which she drowned out by doing the opposite of what Elliot did, by having herself remain a blank slate in the eyes of the public....
In more way than one, they were surprisingly alike; the only thing separating them was the way they handled their problems.
“W-what are you doing here?..” he said with a lack of his usual confidence.
“No one else is awake, and i just feel like talking to someone”
“Why me?..” he replied in a tone of confusion
“Why not? It looks like you need someone to talk to as well. Can i come in?” she replied in an unusually emotion felt tone. It was different from her usual monotone. 
He nodded and backed out of the doorway to let her in. The two of them walked over to his bed, sitting on the edge of the mattress besides each other before locking eyes. In that quiet room, the two of them knew maybe they needed each other more than they needed anyone else in that moment.
(Part 2 anyone?)
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