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Get Me Up Skinsuit
Revenant x Reader
Originally from my Apex Legends one shots book on wattpad
21-05-22
800+ words
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Revenant x GN!Reader
(Requested : HotManAss23122a
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How does Revenant act when a skinsuit helps him up after he's knocked down?
Warnings:
-Cursing
-Injury
-Stitching Up Wound
Extra:
-love hate relationship
-not proof read
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"New Killl Leader" "You're the new kill leader friend! Good job!" Pathfinder exclaims as you picked him up after soloing a 1v3 and miraculously winning.
"Recharging shields!" Pathfinder says as he uses his shields cells. "Hey! Get me up skinsuit!" Revenant yelled from the ground. You looked towards Pathfinder who was looting one of the death boxes.
You slowly walked up to Revenant. "Awe, are you mad I finished off Loba instead of you doing it?" You teased. He growled in annoyance.
"Just get me back in the fight before I cut off that little stupid head of yours Skinsuit!" He yelled.
"Wow! That's a very mean thing to say friend! Why can't we all just stick together as a team-" You saw that Revenant was about to shout an insult to the MRVN so you quickly took out your hand from Revenant to grab.
He looked at it in disgust and grabbed it with a lot of grip and strength. "Ow! What the fuck Rev!?" You yelled. "That's what you get Skinsuit. Pissing me off every damn day doing shit like this!" He yelled back.
As the two continued to bicker at each other they didn't realise that Pathfinder was trying to warn the two of an approaching enemy team.
"Then you kill that little girlie instead of reviving me to let me do it!" Revenant shouted as smoke started to emit from his overheating systems.
"Friends! I am down!" The two quickly turned towards Pathfinder who was finished off by Bangalore. Suddenly you heard a buzzing sound from beneath you and Revenant.
"ARC STAR LOOK OUT!" You yelled but it was too late. "Kill Leader Eliminated" an announcement could be heard throughout the map.
You, Revenant and Pathfinder then respawned back in the drop ship. The three of you stood in silence.
"Look what you did Skinsuit!" Revenant turned towards you. "Me?! What the hell are you on!? I wasn't the one who kept fussing about not picking someone up mid fight just so he could kill off the rest of a damn family?!" You yelled back.
Pathfinder staggered back. "Friends! Please calm down! It's not there a better way to solve this?" Pathfinder suggested.
"NO!" The two shouted not breaking eye contact from each other. "Oh okay- sorry" Pathfinder's screen flashed a :( face as he walked away.
As the two continued to glare at each other you noticed something different about Revenant.
"Rev?" You started. "What Skinsuit?!" He barked. You pointed towards your forehead in which Revenant put his hand up to.
As he looked down at his hand he was it was covered in a metallic, red and black mixed oil. "Shit..." he cursed under his breath. "I'll deal with you later Skinsuit..." he growled and walked away while one hand held a part of his leather stomach.
You found this quite strange so you decided to follow him. Sure not one of your best ideas ever but you decided to follow anyway.
You approached Revenant's room and quietly peaked inside. You saw Revenant sitting down on his bed while having several tools beside him along with a large patch of black leather.
He cut up a piece of leather to fit his 'wound' on his abdomen. You watched as he pressed the leather against himself and let out several curses under his breath.
He slowly put the leather down. "You going to stand there and watch or help me Skinsuit." He stated without looking up or in your direction. You slowly opened the door and stepped inside.
You saw that he had already wiped off the oil from his forehead. He handed you the leather. "Hold this up to my abdomen while I sew it back on." He growled.
You were tempted to tease him about needing help from a 'Skinsuit' but decided to keep some dignity.
You did just as he demanded and held up the leather. Revenant started to sew slightly struggling because of his robotic hands. He kept growling in frustration and let out some grunts of discomfort.
"Do you want me to do it?" You asked. He looked up at you and looked away. You took the needle from his hands as his hands held onto the leather.
It only took you a few minutes to sew him up and the two of you stayed silent as you cleaned off the items and tools.
"I'm not thanking you." Revenant grumbled looking away as a light pink tinted hue covered the light in his eyes.
"Sure, whatever you say Rev" You chuckled.
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“Hm... no, this simply won’t work.” With a sigh, Basile sets his clipboard to the side with a sigh, looking down at his latest experiment. A near flawless specimen of a corpse... near being the key word.
Unfortunately, this particular person had died by way of some kind of accident with a poison. A rather potent one at that, and Basile couldn’t work with a tainted corpse. Not for this one.
“Does it really ruin things that much?” Sylvain tilted his head, taking the clipboard when it was handed to him, glancing briefly at it. “Does poison effect a corpse hat much?”
“For fresher ones like this one, yes.” A sigh. “And without a way to detox this specimen of the poison, I may have to find another.”
“You rang~?”
Basile shrieked, and even Sylvain jumped a bit at the sound of Morgan’s voice. The witch had appeared seemingly out of nowhere, and upside down above the body, in fact. The reactions got a jovial laugh out of Morgan, which didn’t stop for a while, even as she caught the scalpel that was thrown at her between her fingers.
“Morgan Lancaster, don’t you do that! Honestly, you can be just as bad as your cousin... how did you even get in here? My lab is warded against any teleportation spells.”
“Never question my methods, only know that I go where I want~” With another giggle, Morgan flipped and lanced gracefully next to Sylvain, not a hair out of place, and handed the scalpel to Basile. “But, I thought I would offer my assistance! To your little poison problem, that is.”
Sylvain raised an eyebrow. “Your magic works even on corpses?”
“The Saint-Yves bloodline magic is quite strong, as I’m still finding out~. So? As an apology for the little fright, allow me to assist~”
“‘Little fright’, she says... incroyable.” A A sigh. “Well, who am I to turn down free help... but be careful, I don’t want you damaging the veins by going too fast.”
#Necromancer IC;;#Revenant IC;;#Witch IC;;#random drabble just cuz#morgan wanted to be a menace and who am i to deny her?
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“Book”
He arrived on Gaea for a personal visit to Ash's facility.
Two times a month, he fights training robots and practices his markmanship in her arenas while she watches and provides him with critiques and observations to improve his skills. Initially, he ignored her, only using her for access to her arenas to satisfy his own insatiable bloodlust. Until she fought him one on one. It was then that he realized he had more to learn from hand-to-hand combat. Ash offered him more of a challenge. Because they were simulacrums, they had unlimited endurance, so she could keep up with him. He would spend the whole day and night training with her before growing bored and deciding he had enough before, eventually, returning.
He had visited her for almost six months, and as she observed him, he observed her. He quickly noticed certain...quirks. If she wasn't practicing with him, she would be in her lab pulling up dozens of videos and documents of notes. She would be analyzing and re-analyzing data from their past combat or recent Apex matches. She rarely stopped. It was as if she was a machine. He chuckled at his own analogy but it was the only thing close enough to describing her habits. And if she stopped, her "other" would surface. It was small things, a slight touch to her temple or a rapid twitch of her head. He actually stumbled upon her muttering to herself at one point. He thought it was amusing.
Revenant silently walked through the long corridor before entering her private lab. On one wall, there was a red, dusty couch and a side table. In front of the couch was a coffee table with papers and files scattered. On the opposite side of the room, she had her monitors, decorating the large space. He usually finds her typing away as she writes down data and codes. Today, the lab was empty. It didn't concern him too much. He knew she had gone to the arenas. He had seen her there before, and once she starts, it will be hours until she returns to the lab. He walked to her monitor and looked down at her keyboard. He pressed down on the spacebar and a live video appeared instantly. He released a heavy sigh before muttering a curse. He was correct. She was in the middle of a training match. She didn't know about his visit. Or any of his visits. He came in whenever he pleased and Ash never gave him her personal number. But he never asked. And she did the same for him.
He looked back at the couch and decided to wait for her. He took a seat, immediately taking out his communication pad to delete a large array of requests for his services. He propped his elbow up on the arm rest, and accidently brushed against something solid, knocking it off the table. He heard the thud next to his foot and his eyes glanced down, making no effort to pick it up until he saw it was a book, the back had a yellow sticky note and written in black ink was "Property of Ash". He reached down and picked it up. He saw that the book was old, with yellowing pages. He could tell it had been read many times over, the spine was worn and the pages were slightly torn at the corners. He turned the book, reading the title aloud to himself.
"Under the Solace Sun...huh?" He opened the book and his eyes immediately widened. It was a romance book. He had never seen Ash read a book like this. He thought it would be something boring. He snickered, shaking his head at the thought of her reading the book in her free time. He was about to close it when he noticed a handful of bookmarks placed in certain sections of the pages. He opened one section of the bookmarks and read the page the bookmark was attached to. "And he gently laid her against the hot sand, unable to hold back his passion as he removed his-what?...Their lips found their way to-!" He immediately realized that the bookmarks were all in the love scenes. He stifled his laughter with one hand as he flipped to another bookmark, curious to see what else she had saved for her reading pleasure. He grinned to himself as he flipped through each bookmark, knowing Ash had to save each scene and as he read, his laughter grew.
He was enthralled in another chapter when Ash returned from the arenas. She had heard the laughter echoing down her corrido. She walked in, calling out, "Revenant? What on earth are you laughing-AH!"
Ash shrieked in horror as she walked in and saw him holding her book. Her pet rat flew out of her hood, startled from her sudden scream, scurring to its hole. Revenant looked up from the book and waved it at her.
"Is this what you do in your free time, Miss Perfect? Heh!"
She quickly ran over to him, trying to snatch it from his hands. "Give me that!" She exclaimed. Imagining what her face would have looked like if she had been human, he pictured a red face. He chuckled and held the item out of her reach. Her hands desperatly clawed towards the book.
"Now hold on, I'm in a real good part. Monica is about to choose if she wants John or Michello, hahaha!"
"Return that to me at once!"
He pushed her back, getting up from the couch. She lunged at him again but he managed to hold her back with his arm. He opened the book again and began to read it out loud to her.
"And as she looked at the two men she had loved, she felt her heart yearn for-"
"Stop!"
"Her one true love, the one who filled her with the most passion and warmth- hahaha! Oh! This is good!"
"Enough!" She snatched the book from his hands, throwing it against the couch. "Get out!"
"Now hold on..."He began, trying to stifle his laughter. "I..I got to know... which part was your favorite?"
"GeT OuT, NoW!"
"Because I really liked pg 62!" He released another roar of laughter, causing her to shove him out of her lab.
"Leave! Get out!"
He was forcefully kicked out of her facility. But for the next few weeks, whenever they played in the Apex Games together, he whispered lines from the book under his breath. Only loud enough for Ash to hear before she became flustered.
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"His map rang out with a small noise and he looked down, somebody scanned a Survey Beacon. This should’ve been a sign that the games were still in action, that his concerns could be quelled and he could continue on, but as he looked closer, he realized that it wasn’t just the beacon being scanned, but everybody on the map was now shown. They were not shown as enemy teams. The most odd part of all was the fact that it wasn’t just his team going towards the edge.
All remaining players were heading towards any edge closest to them."
Blinded - 9695 Words
come read my shit i wrote 4 my girlfriend with revenant and their oc who i adore. u will fall in love with matsuko hatsumi im hypnotizing you ooooo @inverted-what @washiewashie
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More concepts of the Alpha Mamoswine for upcoming chapters of Heart Full, Bowl Empty
I am thinking of naming the Alpha Mamoswine something similar to Revenant, if not the word itself - it just never seems to be successfully taken down, and can always get back up.
Also including concepts with Ingo from my drabble Ease the Pain
#submas#Ingo#warden Ingo#pokemon legends arceus#Pokémon legends arceus#Pokémon legends#pokemon legends#pokemon#ref for fic#waywardstationart
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Sanguine
Revenant x Reader
content: angsty & smutty drabble, I guess a happy ending?
word count: 1k
He could offer you nothing.
During dark hours where his metal hands slithered along your body is when he felt this realisation most deeply. He could give you no warmth, no child- he couldn't even kiss you. Kaleb wasn't even sure if he could love you, a simple thing to most, but to him, one who hadn't felt the touch of such a thing during centuries of life, he wasn't sure at all.
And yet, time and time again, you came to him.
You pressed hot kisses against this face forced upon him and sighed in content at each one. His fingers knead the flesh of your hip as you straddle him in his plain, undecorated room, and he listens as your heart thrums quick and hard between your ribs. He undoes your shirt buttons deftly and hums as your hands move to cup his face.
He was vile. He was the villain in countless stories, the shadow waiting in the dark; he'd told you so countless times. Months upon months piled up like paperwork, but for some reason, you continued to disregard his verbal attacks and senseless force. You stayed, a thorn in his side that continued to remind him that he was still much too human. When he fucks you like a man starved, he finds himself yearning for his long-dead body, for his blue eyes and smooth voice, not for himself, but for you. So you could be normal, you could be warm, and safe, and content. So you could feel more than steel and rage with your gentle touch.
He brushes his unmoving, metal lips over your neck as your shirt is thrown across the room. He knows that you'll leave him- of course you will. As he helps you discard your shorts, he thinks, and he knows. How could you ever be content with a monster? With a monster who lacks every desirable aspect of humanity, with a monster who can't mutter out I love you, even when it weighs down on his fake tongue and strangles him with its twisting fingers.
And as he enters you, silicone and steel, he knows he will never be enough. No amount of metal can recreate what you need, what you deserve. His hands squeeze your thighs as he fucks up into you, carnally, face shoved into the crook of your neck to stifle his own noises as you moan his name, his real name, and he thinks of what a sick joke his life is; he holds perfection in his hands, he hears it cry his lost name, but he will never be enough.
"Are you okay?" Your voice comes out breathy, broken, and Kaleb stills within you. You bring a hand to his face, guiding it away from your neck. Of course, you could decipher nothing from his expression, for it never changed, still as the mountains no matter the situation. But you could tell from his silence that something was bothering him behind those yellow eyes.
"Yeah." Is all he says, and leans in, waiting for you to press a warm kiss against his cold lips. And you do, humming as he moves his hips again, slowing the pace slightly.
You want to prod; you want to beg him for his real thoughts. But getting those out of Kaleb was nigh impossible. Rarely, on a cool summer night stargazing, something about his past or present turmoil will spill from his lips, and you cherish it, you love his words because you love him. But you knew that pushing him for vulnerability was a mistake, no matter how much your heart hurt for him.
And he knew he was stupid. He knew that he was ruining the one good thing in his pathetic life by not opening up, by fucking you and pretending there was nothing to it besides lust. His eyes are trained on you as you throw your head back with a moan; he eyes the bead of sweat rolling down your neck, he eyes your lips, your closed eyes, the curve of your nose. He feels the ghost of his heart flutter and thump with humanity, and he hates it.
He hates it because he knows, deep down in the pitiful thing he calls a soul, he knows that you will leave him. He knows that this will not last, that the butterflies in his chassis that swarm when he sees you will die, because you will realise that he can offer you nothing. He shoves his face back into your neck as he cums, mechanical hips stuttering against your bruised skin, a synthesised groan of both ecstasy and agony crawling from his throat.
You drag him down into bed with you, and unlike every other time, you are met with no resistance. You cling to his metal frame like ivy, sighing at all the words left unsaid that linger in the air, making it stale and unbreathable.
"Kaleb?" You ask with a nervous lilt.
"Hm?" His hum sounds somehow exhausted.
"You know I'd never leave you, right?"
"I know. You tell me this every day." He wants to slam his head against the wall for responding to your sincerity with sarcasm. Yet, despite your constant statements, he can't bring himself to believe you- because he knows better. He knows that eventually you'll run off. As soon as you get a taste of the humanity absent in Kaleb through someone else, you will leave. It'll fill your lungs and pump through your heart like fire, and you'll be wondering why you wasted your time on him at all.
But, even so- as you mumble against his chest and hold him somehow tighter, he can't crush that fluttering of hope inside him that maybe...
Maybe you won't leave.
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what are your thoughts on revenant making the first move? Would he or would he stay silent?
Ooh i may need to think some more about this! my thoughts here are a bit short so im thinking i’ll write a drabble or oneshot of how things could possibly go.
- He would definitely not make the first move.
- This boy…
- You’d have to get it out of him somehow. Nothing he does makes it obvious he likes you so you’re really just taking a shot in the dark and hoping that since you like him he likes you back.
- Perhaps there’s certain ways you try and find some basis in your wishful thinking.
- You tease him, flirt maybe. Something with romantic intent that may knock him off his usual persona.
- Maybe if you try hard enough or say the right thing you’ll successfully fluster him. That would be incredibly hard to do though. Nearly impossible…
- It might be best to just carefully observe him. He may tell on himself if you watch close enough.
- Subtle actions that wouldn’t be made for anyone else. Especially while you’re teamed up in the games. Nothing too obvious, but actions that when you look back on them, his behavior seems slightly different than it usually does.
- Like maybe when he leads, there’s a bit of a protective air to him. Or maybe mid battle, you see him stealing glances at you as if he’s checking on you.
- You’re also the only person he’s okay with standing so close next to him. That could mean something?
- You’d just really have to find a way into his mind. He’s not easy to catch slipping.
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“Annoying Skin Suit”
Revenant x Reader
(Enemies to Lovers)
|Part 1|
07-05-22
1.5k words
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Copy and pasted from my Wattpad new one shots book:
Wattpad: @Ms_Blazer
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Revenant x F!Reader
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Where the reader is not afraid of the murderous simulacrum, who hates her back for it. They have a continuous rivalry on who would loose their minds first and finally snap.
Warnings:
-Cursing
-Violence
-Blood
Extra:
Best friends: Natalie, Octavio
-possible spelling errors!
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"Hey (Name)! Good job today, you did great." Anita patted your back. "Yes! You were fantastic (Name)!" Natalie beamed, her French accent could be heard very clearly." "Thanks guys, you both did amazing today as well."
You smiled back. The three women continue to talk about the match they won together while walking down the hall towards the main room to the other legends.
"Oh! (Name)? May I ask you something?" Natalie asked. You turned to face one of your beset friends while tilting your head. "You just did, but of course go on." Natalie giggled before asking. "Did you encounter you know who during today's match?" You nodded.
"Yeah I did actually, I saw him looting on his own so I decided to take that to my advantage. I knocked him down but-" You were cut off from your sentence when you felt a very rough shove to the shoulder. "Get out of my way skin suit." Natalie let out a little squeak and hid behind Anita slightly.
You looked at his back as he started to walk away. "Haha! Still salty about the match today hey? Imagine getting downed by an 'Annoying Skin Suit' like me!" (Name) taunted.
"(Name) I don't think that's a great idea- he's emitting smoke" Anita warned. Natalie was still behind Anita for cover. Suddenly Revenant spun around so quick it scared Natalie to the point she let out a scream of fear. Anita staggered.
(Name) raised an eyebrow at the simulacrum in amusement. "Sorry (Name), don't get yourself too hurt." Anita apologised as she ran after Natalie who had already taken off in the original direction the three of you were going.
"Lookie, it seems your little friends left you girlie..." Revenant slowly started to make his way towards you. "Did you really think by just knocking me down during that match was going to get anything to benefit you? Your status?"
"Yeah actually, surprise! I've got a tracker on how many times I've knocked you down 'Revie'." (Name) glared. Revenant growled. He has already lost his temper and now his patience was slowly decreasing.
"You better shut up before this ends worse for you than the other time I shot you down." "Try me asshole." Revenant's eyes turned into a blood red glow and he sprinted towards the smaller human. (Name) grinned and gave him a small wave before disappearing into thin air. Revenant missed his attack and started to look around for you.
He heard a laugh from behind him and quickly turned around to see you a couple of meter away from him down the hall. He rushed forward again.
Just before he could punch you, you appeared behind him in a flash and kicked the back of the abdomen part of his body, which was covered in leather. He let out a grunt and quickly turned in your direction.
You quickly teleported behind him again as his fist came towards you. This pattern continued for a few more seconds before his fist suddenly collided into your stomach mid air which took out the air in your lungs.
You get out a yell of pain and fell a meter down till your body collided with the floor. You saw Revenant about to raise his foot to kick you, you quickly rolled away. His foot still collided with your nose and you let out a groan of pain.
He didn't kick you hard enough to break your nose. The two of you saw the blood from your injury splatter onto the floor. Clutching your nose you got up quickly and turn to Revenant who still looked pissed but slightly...uncomfortable?
You felt the blood pouring down the hand that was clutching to your nose with light patters of the liquid meeting the ground below. You quickly mumbled a small "fuck you" before disappearing into the air leaving a light blue powder from where you stood.
The powder floated down, some mixing with the crimson blood on the ground where it turned into a violet purple colour.
Revenant growled and kicked a plant pot across the hall, shattering it in the process as he continued to make his way back to his own assigned room. As he walked he realised that you only lightly damaged some of the leather on his body.
It was nothing compared to the damage you could do with your bare hands during any of the matches which confused him, yet he shrugged it off and continued to walk away.
You quickly reappeared in some random room. "Eep! (Name)!? You scared me half to death! Don't randomly appear like that!" Natalie yelped at your sudden appearance.
"Relax Nat, we've seen each other naked so even if you were doing something with Mr. Speed Devil I wouldn't care and just leave you two to do your thing" (Name) grumbled as she started to make her way towards Nat's bathroom.
"(Name)! That stuff doesn't happen! Stop making things up!" Natalie stammered. You let out a small "mhm" as you were about to open the door to the bathroom to find the first aid kit. "(Name) are you okay...? You're bleeding, wait where are you goi- wait! Don't open the door!" Too late. (Name) opened the door and saw a panicking Octavio inside. Thankfully fully clothed, minus the mask and goggles.
"AH! Aha- hOlA aMiGo! FiNe dAy iSn'T It?" He stuttered as he leaned on the sink counter. You turned around to Nat. "Like I said. I don't care"
(Name) made her way towards Octavio who was sweating from anxiousness. "Can you move?" You asked. Octavio moved away immediately. "Yeah, sorry amigo..." you hummed in acceptance.
You quickly took out the med kit from the cupboard. "(Name) do you need any help?" Natalie asked. "That would be great actually" (Name) finally let go of her bleeding nose.
You both heard Octavio let out a hiss sound. "Ow, that's gotta hurt. What did you do? Teleport into a wall?" Octavio joked. (Name) shook her heard. "No, it was-" you let out a hiss of pain as Natalie started to clean off the blood around your nose.
"As I was saying, it was Revenant" You answered. Octavio tasked. "Of course it was, that metal headed punk. I would beat his ass if he wouldn't kill me first with a simple glare" Octavio shivered. You let out a laugh which you immediately regretted as you felt the pain come back to your nose.
"GAH that hurts like a bitch..." You growled. Natalie was about to put on some alcoholic disinfectant. "Oh, HELL NO" You yelled as you saw her approaching with the piece of cotton that had the 'evil liquid' you referred it to in her hand. Before you could get up you heard Nat yell "HOLD HER DOWN" and you felt a strong pair of hands hold you down.
"NO. LET ME GO RIGHT FUCKING NOW. YOU AREN'T GOING TO PUT THAT SHIT ON ME." (Name) yelled. You could probably be heard down the hall by other people walking by. "I'll make it quick! I promise!" "Well will you hurry up amor?! She isn't that easy to hold down you know!" Natalie quickly began to disinfect some of the cuts.
The long yell of curses and shouts could be heard down the hall. A minute of yelling passes and it is quiet again.
"Jesus (Name)! One of the most skilled and someone with a large amount of endurance from bullets and a nearly broken nose, yet your most vulnerable to some alcohol disinfectant?! Seriously?!" Octavio exclaimed.
You sat up silently. The room was awkwardly quiet. Natalie began to put a bandage on your nose. You were still quiet the entire time. A few moments pass and Natalie finishes applying the bandage. "I'm an idiot." (Name) mumbled.
Natalie immediately began to comfort you "no you're not (Name)! Don't be so hard on yourself. Maybe challenging Revenant to a fight was stu-" Natalie was then cut off.
"I could have just had teleported away before you could but that evil liquid on me...GODDAMNIT." You huffed. Octavio started to laugh. Natalie began to giggle and you soon joined in laughing.
As the three of you bonded while playing a video game that Natalie had saved for Octavio for when he came over to her room and eating snacks together and laughing, you didn't notice a certain simulacrum listening in from the hallway while you got your injury treated.
He huffed and continued to walk away to where ever he was going.
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Ahh! Here is part 1 finished! I had a lot of fun writing this one. I'm excited to write part 2. (Maybe even a part 3?) I hope you enjoyed reading this! Thanks for reading!
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The untapped potential that is the ship Revhound is fucking crazy guys, please hear me out
Revhound (Revenant x Bloodhound) Headcanons/Drabble!!
warnings: canon typical violence, blood, suggestive themes
- Let’s say all prior Revenant headcanons I’ve listed are correct in this scenario. Like, Revenant does have an extremely accurate sense of smell, can smell fear, blood, etc., right?
- Bloodhound’s whole thing is being a tracker. Revenant, the perfect assassin. Putting them against each other creates an interesting game of hunter vs. hunter.
- I imagine that they would definitely hold some sort of respect for one another. They’re both aware of each other’s reputation, and both believe the other is a bit of wasted potential. Bloodhound thinks Revenant could be just as perfect a tracker as them, if not even better, while Revenant believes Bloodhound could do with a little more aggression and durability.
- With Revenant’s Forged Shadows, he can afford to push hard on a target once he’s got them where he wants them. Bloodhound doesn’t have this sort of ability, but they could certainly benefit with some sort of training, perhaps? Withstand defensive attacks a little better and push harder, and if only Revenant had some way to practice putting his heightened senses to use…
- They can help each other train, maybe. Run away to a heavily forested area with crazy terrain, start off miles from each other. Bloodhound shows Revenant how to utilize his keen sense of smell to track, while Revenant forces Bloodhound to push themselves further every time.
- It’s truly vicious. Primal even. At first, Bloodhound does well to evade Revenant, to lure him into a space where they have the upper hand. After a weekend, Revenant has already found his groove in these new skills. Tracking down Bloodhound is the easy part. The chase, the fight, is where things get interesting.
- Revenant is unrelenting. Doesn’t need air or water or rest for weary muscles. Bloodhound is brought to their very limit and forced to take the leap, hoping to catch on something and learn to carry on even when their body aches. Learn to know when it’s time to turn and fight.
- They goad each other into becoming the (best? Worst? Most terrifying?) versions of themselves. Weekend after weekend when they’re not scheduled to play in the games, they’ve run off to train. It becomes more than routine. It’s instinct. The thrill of the hunt, the blood, the dirt and the metal shavings left on thorns and discarded axes, the familiarity of one another, the bond of finding one another, and fighting until the other gives out, only to give mercy in the last second. They can’t kill one another, no, then the fun will end.
- They’re constantly adapting to one another. Bloodhound leaving a trail of brittle leaves and branches, only for Revenant to learn to stalk quieter over them. Revenant climbing into trees above to try and get the drop of Bloodhound, only for them to begin spotting the crude marks of metal claws on the sides of trees from far away.
- Revenant feels alive. Bloodhound explores a brutal side of themselves, becoming more aggressive just to be able to match the simulacrum. They need these getaways like they need blood in their veins or coolant in his system. The games are too impersonal, too safe for live broadcasts for thousands of fans watching. It’s private when they’re away, it’s sacred, it becomes a second home, or rather a true home in comparison to the cots back at headquarters, or the living spaces provided by the games.
- It could become something more. Defeat and victory after a bloody battle with promised mercy, boundaries that are never crossed for the sake of doing this dance again and again. Admitting defeat at each other’s hands becomes allowing victory in the arms of one another. It’s an odd form of trust, allowing each other the privilege of beating them down until they’re within the last stretches of consciousness.
- Suddenly recovery isn’t spent alone, the trek back to headquarters and silence in their rooms. It’s staying a little longer in the privacy of abandoned buildings and crowded forests, tending to the wounds inflicted upon each other. Revenant’s hands coated in blood are the same hands that dress Bloodhound’s bloodied limbs; Bloodhound’s finger tips grazing the metal of Revenant’s form, searching for the last few bullets and thorns.
- Bloodhound learns the ins and outs of this simulacrum, having partially disassembled him to remove a splintering branch. Learns that he can feel, not just pain, but also tenderness. They learn that the feather light touches and gentle pressure earn sounds akin to purring, those burning yellow optics flickering and dimming. Revenant doesn’t sleep, but he can remember the comfort of soft sheets and a warm bed, a safe place to dream when he finally accept the embrace of his rival.
- Revenant learns that same tenderness. Hands crafted to be efficient blades can sooth the cuts they dealt. The cool, blunt, metal finger pads learn the pressure that eases bruises. His prize for winning today is the honor of cradling Bloodhound rather than the reversal. He doesn’t know when it became a prize, but victory was no longer as simple as the rush of pride when Bloodhound landed in a bloodied, exhausted heap. Victory was the sweet reward of seeing the other so vulnerable and trusting. Trust the other not to finish them off in a secluded place. Trusting the not to leave them to fend for themselves. They knew the weakest points of each other, how to take apart and put back together one another.
- Revenant learns what’s under that mask- the goggles too. Bloodhound finds every latch and groove in the metal of Revenant’s form. They know each other’s skin better than their own. It’s only a matter of time before they’ve memorized one another inside and out. The hunt, the chase, the battle, the recovery; they become a courting ritual. Proving that they’re worthy of one another, with violence and tenderness, with warm blood and cold metal.
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A Night Beneath the Stars
I got to borrow Rowan from @tallbluelady for my FFXIVSwap partner, and so I made her a lil' drabble and some gpose to go along!
“Pray tell, where dost thou intend to go?”
Rowan merely flashed Urianger a grin, gently grasping his hand and tugging him towards Revenant’s Toll’s aetheryte.
“You shall see soon enough.” Raising her palm, she channeled her aether, feeling for her destination, a place beyond mortal means, yet familiar all the same. In a flash, the two were gone, their feet hitting solid ground once more upon the white-carved platform of Zenith.
“The abode of the great wyrm Hraesvelgr…”
Of course, she hadn’t been surprised that Urianger knew where they were - well, not terribly surprised, for the gods themselves knew the man was nothing short of a mystery, even to her.
Yet, she loved him all the same.
She turned to see him staring at the great, white spire in awe, shining in the light of the moon above. But it wasn’t the architecture - nor the great wyrm - for which she’d brought him there that eve.
“This way.” His hand still safely tucked away in hers, she gently tugged him down the aged, broken steps, away from the aetheryte and through the ruins dotting the landscape, until she reached her destination - the very edge of the land, nothing but clouds beneath and stars above.
“Look at them,” she murmured in wonder, plopping herself down on the ground - for there was nowhere else in all of Eorzea that rivaled the view of the heavens, each star twinkling so bright, she felt she could almost lift her hand and caress them.
“A brilliant sight to behold,” Urianger agreed, settling himself down beside her. “Recognize thou the constellations?”
Slowly, she nodded, her eyes flickering across the sky - admittedly, she was quite inexperienced in the ways of astrology, thus far, yet there were a few clusters which stood out in her memory.
“That one,” she pointed above, “that is Nymeia, is it not?”
“Indeed. The goddess of fate, ever watching. And see you Althyk beside?” Urianger motioned above, Rowan’s eyes moving to trace the familiar sigil in the sky. “Her dearest brother, guardian of space and time. Yet thou knowest full well the wisdom of astrology relieth not upon the guidance of the Twelve, but the gifts they have given to the star. To wit, recalleth the Bole - planted by Nophica, raised by Althyk in all their wisdom, to which giveth life to the star.”
This, she knew, of course - the earliest of her astrology lessons, the foundation upon which it was built - yet she was content to let him speak regardless, tilting her head as he continued on, studying his handsome features, illuminated only by the moon above… So lost had she been in his beauty that she’d scarce noticed he’d concluded his tale; only when he cleared his throat did she shake herself from her stupor, meeting his golden-eyed gaze to find him grinning softly at her.
“Yet, for all their beauty and wisdom,” he murmured, reaching up to gently wrap his hand around the back of her neck, pulling her close, “their brilliance pales in comparison to that of thine, my fabled Warrior of Light. For even in the darkest of nights, thine light shines in my heart without equal, and so shall it always, for the rest of my waking days.”
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CageBlade Week Roundup
Thank you to all the contributors who helped make this week a success! We are grateful for everyone who took time to make words, do art, reblog, comment, and cheer on. Thank you!
Before Anything Else: @asweetlovesong made our spectacular 2023 banner. THANK YOU SO MUCH!❤️
Without further ado, here is a masterpost! And yeah, it's long, but everyone in here deserves the shout-out.
Day 1:
Art:
Johnny & Sonya having a snowball fight by @asweetlovesong
Fics:
Spark by CosmicTapestries / @cosmictapestries
Bless Your Heart by jayiin/ @thenotebookwizard
Just Feel Better by ktbl / @dei2dei
Underdressed by @roztekawrites
Day 2:
Art:
Green Lantern Sonya takes her boyfriend to spaaaace! by @2tunafish
Fics:
Symptoms May Include by ktbl/ @dei2dei
Starstruck by CosmicTapestries / @cosmictapestries
I’ll be fine! By jayiin/ @thenotebookwizard
Panacea by @roztekawrites
Day 3:
Fics:
Zen and the Art of Motorcycle Maintenance by by ktbl/ @dei2dei
Patching Up by @roztekawrites
Day 4:
Art:
Gargoyles! Spins on Sonya & Johnny by @drawingmouse
Fics:
You Are My Kind by ktbl/ @dei2dei
Southern Belle by jayiin/ @thenotebookwizard
The Sweetest Sound by CosmicTapestries / @cosmictapestries
The Best Catch by KarasikVsouse / @drawingmouse (English) and in Russian, Лучший улов
Surprise Gifts by @roztekawrites
Day 5:
Fics:
Developments by ktbl / @dei2dei
Exhibition Match by jayiin / @thenotebookwizard
Star-Fighter by @roztekawrites
Day 6:
Art:
Johnny's Early Career by @2tunafish
Fics:
Full Of Himself by jewels_and_gems / @blade-in-a-cage
Priorities by KarasikVsouse / @drawingmouse
Just Push Play by ktbl/ @dei2dei
Day 7:
Art:
Free Day Family picture by @drawingmouse
Free Day Johnny & Sonya Kameo Kiss by @2tunafish
Fics:
Blowing Kisses by @roztekawrites
What He Really Won by jayiin / @thenotebookwizard
lay (your weapons) down by ktbl/ @dei2dei
The Best Intentions and a Bowl of Skorthózoumi by CosmicTapestries / @cosmictapestries
Bonus! "day 8" "Admirers" drabble also by @roztekawrites... I mean, CageBlade -- if it's Janet Cage, it's still CageBlade, right? ;)
Here are some other great pieces of CageBlade content that were posted this week, though not for the event; we’re rounding them up here so they can get some more love too!
Don’t think these were intended for cagebladeweek, but coincidentally @crimescrimson posted some spectacular gifsets so we’re including them here!
One & Two
Also posted this week was this great Revenant redesign by @darkimperialjedi
And this captures Sonya and Johnny’s dynamic in a nutshell, by @corre1310-blog
#cageblade#cagebladeweek2023#masterpost#mortal kombat#fanart#fanfiction#mortal kombat fanart#mortal kombat fanfiction#johnny cage#sonya blade#johnny x sonya#sonya x johnny#johnny cage x sonya blade#sonya blade x johnny cage#cagebladeweek#mortal kombat fandom events#roztekawrites#drawingmouse#thenotebookwizard#cosmictapestries#dei2dei#2tunafish#asweetlovesong#blade-in-a-cage#reblogs#roundup
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Drabble prompt 24: Rebirth
When Fusoya saw the paladin enter the Lunar Palace, he thought it was Kluya. Was it a Revenant, raised by the unholy magic of Mount Ordeals, here to seek vengeance? Or was Kluya alive again, rebirthed through sheer willpower, here to do what Fusoya could not?
Fusoya watched the paladin move uncertainly through the Palace. This was not Kluya, Fusoya realized with relief. But who else could it be, looking so much like Kluya in his youth?
Realization slowly dawned, and Fuosya then knew who it was. Burying his shame, Fusoya called out to Kluya’s son, “At last, you've arrived!”
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Masterpost: First of the Hollow
Various drabbles written about my OC, tentatively titled the Hollow. A member of a logging expedition makes a bargain with an ancient forest spirit! Fantasy whump with body horror elements. Not a ton of plot to speak of as yet.
1 - Payment
2 - Memory
3 - Chest
4 - Grief
5 - Waterfall
6 - Offering
TBD - punishment
7 - Company
8 - Judgement
9 - Complications
10 - Revenant
Backstory - family
Art by Friendlyforestbeast
Moodboard
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I have a cold… so how would Louis take care of his s/o with a cold? (If you could do gender neutral that would be lovely 😊)
Format: Drabble
Pairing(s): Louis Amamiya
Warnings: none
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Louis x Sick! GN! Reader
Normally Revenants don't get sick. Usually their BOR parasite should keep their bodies at peak efficiency. However it seems even the BOR struggled to fight a common cold after a long trip to the Ridge of Frozen Souls. It sucked. After so many long years of never getting sick, you had become unaccustomed to illness. Your head pounded and your sinuses were sore. You had this chill down your spine that never seemed to dissipate no matter how many blankets you pile on.
"No more blankets, (Y/n)," Louis chided as he entered your room. In his hands he held a steaming mug and a book. "You may feel cold but you're running a fever."
You groaned as he placed his items on the desk and began folding the topmost blanket off your body. Gripping the next layer, you shot him a look, challenging him to a tug-of-war as he tried to cool you off. With a soft smile he yanked the cover out of your hands and threw the discarded blankets onto an unoccupied chair. Now under a single blanket, you curled up, attempting to warm your frozen bones.
"Here, this should help," Louis offered you the mug, holding it just out of your reach to tempt you out of hiding.
"Can't believe I got sick..," you grumbled, sitting up and wrapping your last blanket around your body. Gratefully accepting the drink, you took a deep whiff, the smell of warm tea flooding your aching body with a sense of tranquility.
"We're immortal, dear, not indestructible," Louis chuckled, gently sitting next to you with his book cluched in his arm. Stretching out and wrapping an arm around you, he opened to the first page.
"Is this a new one?" You asked, leaning into his slender frame and taking another sip of your warm beverage.
"Yes, I found it while out scavenging for supplies. It seemed interesting so I picked it up."
Skimming over the title you determined it was a romance novel. Something you never anticipated about Louis, and certainly didn't suspect, was that he was an absolute sucker for sweet and kissy books in-between his research. You didn't get into the habit of reading them too until you grew closer with the Amamiya. And soon it became a common ritual during times of peace or rest to sit together and read through these kinds of books.
As the night wore on, the pages flipped and your mug emptied, creating a soft and quiet atmosphere, easily distracting you from your cold as Louis' smooth voice read out the word on the page, never stopping even as your eyes drooped.
Really hope you enjoy this ! Sorry it's taken me so long ! 💕
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