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boobav · 4 months

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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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ilsanslut · 6 months

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carmen-is-away · 2 months

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cuddling with the legends pt. 4

part 1 | part 2 | part 3 | part 4

In this post: Fuse, Valkyrie, Seer, Ash, Mad Maggie

a/n: i wrote this like two years ago and never posted it, sorry if it's maybe kinda inaccurate now and short compared to my other posts

Fuse

I might just be fantasizing right now, but I feel like Walter's a real touchy dude and he loves when his partner cuddles up to him. He eats that shit up and doesn't mind cuddling all day everyday. He's definitely grabbing a handful of ass no matter what position you two are in, but he's a big fan of having you lay on top of him.

Valkyrie

Kairi only likes to cuddles while winding down, whether that be before bed or after sex. Her hands are on your waist at all times and she's always pulling you closer. She's definitely gonna flirt and make plenty of sleezy comments the whole time.

Seer

He's a lover and he loves to cuddle. He wants to be very close and intimate with his partner, so of course he's gonna wanna cuddle. Expect candles, nice thick blankets and maybe even a small massage. He wants you to hear how his heart beats for you so expect to have your head on his chest often.

Ash

Ummm Ashleigh Reid is NOT a cuddler. She is all business all the time. She will literally have to be powered down before you should even consider just thinking about it. Sorry gang

Mad Maggie

Also not a cuddler, but less anti-cuddle than Ash. She's too busy girlbossing and being a Salvonian icon to cuddle. If you're cuddling Maggie, you would definitely have had to be very close to her for a very long time. She's partial to spooning if she is cuddling.

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cryptonite-exe · 1 year

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i see you’re taking request!! would you be willing to write some more dating rev head cannons? maybe how he’d treat you during downtime with everyone else? :) so far i’ve fallen in love with your crypto content!

dating the devil | revenant headcanons

𓆩♡𓆪 pairing ; revenant x gn!reader

𓆩♡𓆪 a/n ; AAAA MY FIRST REQUESTTT thank you so much you kind soul!! really hope you enjoy this! (apologies it took long) <3

the mellow afternoon sun slowly descends, the light of day fading. the hazy atmosphere and silence of the dropship’s clinic was comforting. you sigh deeply and shut your eyes. you relish in the peace of this unoccupied area of the ship, the vibrations of the moving ship was soothing to you. you were hooked on an iv bag to get the fluids you needed to make a full recovery. with an arm taped with wires and strict orders to rest there, you recall the events of the past day as sleep dawned onto you. the match today did more damage than good. your entire shield batteries and med kits being completely shredded by the damn charged rifle ash kept poking you with. the bandages on your waist fit you tight, the inflammation on your skin was no joke. perhaps having personal relations to the other simulacrum has its cons.

the recent schedule of back to back matches took a toll on you- no, rather all of you. octane, who lives for the adrenaline of battle, even expressed how he needed a breather after the recent games. quoting “more stim’s been going than coming, my stunts won’t be as cool without my stim!”. after the complaints, the syndicate announced a week long break with olympus being the stopping place. the legends rejoiced and gushed about their plans for the week filled with partying and clubs, and some choosing to remain in the comfort of their closed quarters.

the next thing you knew, you were coming to your senses. your attempt at going back to sleep was futile, the pillow your head was laying on was so uncomfortable you were convinced it was a brick. no amount of shifting and turning can soften that so called pillow. the white lights of the dropship nearly blinded you when you attempted to open your eyes. you groan and rub your eyes. now pissed and awake, you tried sitting up because you don’t remember the clinic’s pillows were this hard. you immediately stopped midway as a sudden shock of pain presented itself. the pain had you yelling before you can even register where it was. “easy there human” a familiar voice greets you. your hand lays on your abdomen but your eyes pan to him. “what the hell are you doing he- wait, where even am i?” you ask when you saw the unfamiliar room. it was the standard room the syndicate assigned to everyone but there was nothing.

“my room. how idiotic of you to simply sleep there. have you no regard for your safety?” he spoke, standing up. “you were looking for me?” you asked with a laugh, tilting your head to the side. “don’t get all cocky with me, human” he defensively replies. despite his relentless remarks, he places a hand on your back and offering the other to you. you accepted it immediately, he helps you stand up and walk. he doesn’t let go, perhaps waiting for you to tell him off. but you just lean in further into his gentle embrace, one that showed he was scared of harming you. “oh my knight in shining armor.” you gush, half jokingly. he only groans in response.

‘this will be a fun week’

he's a literal 6'8 (semi) gentle giant

there are the usual homicidal remarks here and there but never towards you

he'd be bored AS SHIT during the break

he complains that "skinsuits are to be killed"

he ends up following you everywhere like a curious cat, always looming over your shoulder to watch whatever you're doing

he doesn't care about pda at all, he let's you do what makes you happy. but when someone points it out he hisses like a cat in water

when the other legends saw him walk behind you everywhere, someone was bound to make fun of him for it

it just happened to be mirage

"who would've guessed murder bot is a murder PET now hah! hahah..." he laughs, fading at the end when revenant snaps his head in mirage's direction

various curses and profanities were thrown that you had to slap him on the arm for it

"hey- no that was too mean!" you express, crossing your arms

"whatever he deserved it" he murmurs, then stomps away like a literal kid

(is back to your side in 5 minutes)

not the best person to gossip to but he does keep an open ear and sometimes asks for details

he'll groan whenever you're rambling for a long time, but he actually feels bad when you shut up

his form of an apology is sticking by your side until you start talking again

he absolutely cannot be left to do a task unless you want claw marks left everywhere

folding clothes? ripped. wiping down tables? scratches. he wants to hand comb your hair? no you're going bald.

he doesn't understand your liking for kissing him but doesn't oppose it

rev : what are you doing?

: kissing you

rev : disgusting. do it again.

doesn't do pet names. you are clinically insane if you hope he calls you one

the most he'll do is "human" or "sweetheart" and not with romantic intent

is scared to even lay a finger on you, what if those hands do to you what they were designed to do?

you have to initiate any intimacy, placing his hands on your waist reminding him it's okay or resting your head on his shoulder to calm him down

treats you like absolute glass- like you would break at a single push

possessive to the power of 10, and it cannot be overstated

no other legend would dare to even flirt with you, an invisible mark that indicates his property is on you

"mine" he mumbles, pulling your waist closer to him as his other hand grips his scythe- bloody from an entire squad's futile attempt to ambush you alone

some would question your taste in significant others but if they asked, you'd answer

"if only you knew"

if only they knew the quiet moments you had just observing each other, curiosity indulging itself

if only they knew the stories he shared from his memories, how his early days as a human haunted him to a point of endless jealousy and anger

if only they knew how tired he was of waking up from every death he hoped was the final one, how you were the only thing he looked forward to seeing

if only they knew how you were the only person he trusted enough to shut down and sleep

if only they knew how you wake up at 3am to see glowing dots on your ceiling, no hesitation to pat the bed as an invite and just go back to sleep

if only they knew how he nudges his head against yours as a kiss, how he caresses your hands feeling the warmth of being human

if only they knew your selfish thoughts of wanting to be one of his kind to accompany him in his lonely nightmare forever

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caifee · 5 months

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NAYTHING ABT BLOODHOUND OKEASEEEEE IM DESPERATE

This is the realest thing I've seen all day- 💀

But I gotchu>:] I'll do some basic headcannons, both SFW & NSFW w/ a GN!Reader

Bloodhound Headcanons

SFW

You'd definitely meet in the games, the two of you would meet in a duos match

It would start out super awkward and rough since Houndy tends to be more secluded and reserved

But after breaking 'the barrier', it would be very easy to talk to them, including getting close

At this point, Bloodhound would also get very protective of you, as their very protective over those they care and love

You'd join them on hunts as a way to get to know them further and learn their culture/ways

During the hunts, Bloodhound would definitely teach you the 'old ways' of hunting (cultural)

Definitely would turn into a survival lesson

They would be very patient and understanding though, their not the kind of person to down you for not getting it perfect right away

In turn, they'd always ask for you to join in on their missions

Bloodhound wouldn't fully open until after the discussion of a relationship

They'd close up, fearing they'll lose someone close again

You'd have to push past this. It's almost like a challenge of trust and loyalty in a way

Obviously, they don't do it intentionally, they'd never want to hurt you, It's a trauma response:(

But with enough pushing and reassure, they'd be more open, and the relationship would definitely blossom from there, in a good way!

Houndy would be a lot more protective and caring of you as well

They'd prepare a lot of meals and other cultural things for you, such as bringing you their trophies as well.

Lots of quality time together as well

If you ever face off with each other, Bloodhound knows they can't favor you. However, they will try to go easy on you, but not enough that its noticeable

Minors DNI beyond here, 18+ only.

NSFW

These moments would be very precious to Bloodhound

Their definitely a switch, depending on how their partner is

I can see them wanting to try different positions, toys, etc

They would mostly be open to anything besides something that's unsanitary or harmful to you

They care way too much to be the one inflicting harm on you

They like the sweeter moments than the rougher moments as they feel their more important and memorable

IF you tease them enough, they would probably fuck you during the games

Otherwise, they like to keep those moments secluded/private

#apex legends #apex legends bloodhound #apex legends houndy #apex legends headcanons #bloodhound headcanons #bloodhound #bloodhound imagines #apex legends imagines

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honeymoonwriting · 8 months

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NSFW HCS ft Apex Legends

|| warning! smut ahead. Minors dni!

💚- Crypto

• I see him as someone that would only have sex with someone he truly cared about. So many aspects of his life are fleeting and dangerous, and having the extra comfort of sharing an intimate moment with someone special means a lot to him.

• His favorite position would be missionary due to the close contact and easy access to your lips and face. He loves the way your soft breath reaches his while your hands tangle in his inky hair.

• Certified vers! He loves the sight of you slowly grinding on his cock. He finds it relaxing to let go. This man is tightly coiled with paranoia and at any moment his detailed plans could unravel due to one mistake, so go ahead, top him and watch him immediately melt into bliss.

• But he can and will top the fuck outta you. He's sometimes a tease, so if you ask him to quicken his pace or touch you more - he'll just have that shit eating smirk and slow down making you whine with frustration.

• He likes it when you're bratty. It's amusing to him to watch you try to get under his skin.

°~•~° KINKS: Light bondage, body worship, voyeurism, and phone sex.

🧡- Valkyrie

• She loves giving head more than receiving it tbh. Kairi loves looking up at you from between your legs and swirling her tongue in a slow circle around your aching clit.

• Sex with her is always lighthearted and fun.

• BUT! It can become really intimate or intense the longer you two are in a relationship. She pours herself into your flesh, trusting you completely.

• Really into lazy, morning sex with just her fingers slowly pumping into you, and then licking off your essence with her tongue.

• Straps, that's all I'm going to say.

°~•~° KINKS: dirty talking, mutual masturbation, face sitting, brat taming.

#yea this is random #apex legends #fanfic #apex legends x reader #apex legends imagines #crypto #valkyrie

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deathmetalangel · 1 year

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BEAST OF THE HUNT (BLOODHOUND X F!READER)

warnings: slight violence, mentions of suicide, death, mourning, slight ooc bloodhound, leaving family behind

a lethal tracker with old ties to their villages renowned beast tamer and fiercest fighter

It was cold, a small reminder of home. Yet, not as bittersweet as the hunter that she eyed carefully from her vantage point. They were in the woods, why was she here? This was far from her village, but she needed to get away. Not forever, no. Never forever.

How good of a tracker can they be if they hadn’t noticed her yet? Or maybe it was because they had already noted her presence. “You should stop hiding úlfur. I heard you coming miles ago.”

“So you haven’t gotten rusty in all this time. I was afraid you weren’t living up to your name, Blóðhundur. Or worse, that Boone made you soft.” Bloodhound freezes, how much did she know?

Boone, their Boone. A sore subject still. “What do you know of him?” Bloodhound questions almost threateningly.

“I know he was weak. Too weak for the likes of you. And too dishonorable as well. You’re better than this, so why do you fight for his honor? He was scum that deserved to be in Hel with the rest of the cowards that died before us.” So she was there at the Thunderdome. Had she been on Bloodhound’s trail for longer than they realized?

The snapping of jaws catches their attention, Bloodhound looks down at the feral wolf snarling below the woman. “Don’t worry vinur, she’s harmless. Just a pup. I’d be more worried about Skepna.” Behind the adolescent wolf a set of eyes glowed from the shrubbery. A low hearty growl rumbles the ground below.

Large daunting steps near Bloodhound as a goliath of a bear towers over them and the wolf pup. “You didn’t come to kill me, so what’s your angle? Why after all this time did you decide to find me?”

Y/n drops down from the tree where she was perched. Her glowing eyes glare at Bloodhound with malice. “You never came back after Artur’s death. I tried to find you for years. And when I finally do I catch whiff of your trail I see your face plastered on billboards like some cheap entertainer. What happened to the ways of old? What happened to you?”

Bloodhound sighs, they knew they’d eventually see her again. Yet, nothing could really prepare them for how different she looked after all those years. Not quite as tall as they were, but still retaining a flattering yet full figure. A finely trained warrior for the hunt. Even as children it was clear Artur had faith in her abilities, yet Bloodhound was always ignorant to how much trust Artur had in theirs.

“The old ways are still dear to me y/n. I’m not an entertainer in the Apex Games, I fight for honor as a warrior to secure my future in Valhalla. I assumed you would understand that.” They could’ve came off as condescending, but it was the only way to get through to the pig headed woman.

“Fighting for money isn’t very noble Blóðhundur, we are supposed to die in battle for what is right, not for a reward like mercenaries. You really have changed. And to think I had hopes of you being just as I remembered.”

Both hunters stand off. The tension was thick, almost suffocating. “We can talk. Just come with me úlfur.”

Y/n swings her spear around before planting it firmly in the ground. “Or I can allow you mercy, and send you to Valhalla myself. As long as you put up enough of a fight that is.” Her wolf nuzzles into her open palm. He could sense the animosity brewing from the scorned woman.

Bloodhound makes no moves towards their axe, they’d never raise a hand to her. “Don’t be like this úlfur.”

“Don’t tell me how to be! You’re a liar and a disgrace to your uncle. Perhaps if you’d been any better of a hunter your old love would be standing by your side right now, able to protect you from the edge of my spjót.” She was on the brink of insanity, those years of solitude had taken their toll.

She’d fought in wars with more bloodshed most people would only see in nightmares. All for the sake of being reunited with the person she thought would always come back to her. Yet, they never did. “Freyja has blessed my travels, has Allfather given anything to you?”

“The Allfather guides my travels and blesses me with sight.”

“No your technology aids your sight. Allfather simply watches over you as you stray father from our people.” She snaps back. Skepna snaps his jaws at the increasing tension.

A fight was bound to ensue. No matter how much Bloodhound dreaded it. They did feel guilty, after all they’d spent all these years hoping their past wouldn’t come back. Especially once they made a name for themself in the Games. Y/n was always temperamental. Bloodhound knew that, but all these years away had diminished their ability to calm her temper.

Bloodhound makes no moves. They stand completely still while the woman sizes them up, as if she was trying to see what changed about them after all these years. Hel hath no fury like her. She wasn’t evil, far from it in fact she fought for honor. To honor her people and those who have fallen before her. She assumed that Bloodhound did the same.

“I do not wish to fight úlfur.”

“Stop calling me that! That isn’t my name. It hasn’t been my name in years. And neither is y/n. They are both dead to me. Much like yourself.” It wouldn’t make a difference, they would always be at odds. Bloodhound knew that. They still hoped they could break through to their, friend. Who were they kidding.

She wastes no time to charge forward ready to attack. Leaving Bloodhound no choice they grab their axe and block the attack. “If you don’t want to fight then kill me. Kill me and get it over with Blóðhundur!” She was practically pleading, whining for the release of death. She had come all this way for a reason. To die.

“You’ve gone mad úlfur.” She truly had. She can feel her body growing lighter. She’d been fighting non stop for the past week, and it had taken its heavy toll. Each step sent her muscles into a frenzy while her blood pumped even more oxygen through her body. She couldn’t keep this up.

But she had seen them, finally seen them. Her Bloodhound. Freyja looked down from her realm upon the grieving woman. Not even her gifts would help mend her inconsolable mind. “So what! What do you care? You didn’t care when you left! You didn’t care when I spent all those years waiting for you to come home! You didn’t care when she died!”

Bloodhound tenses. She, she. What had they done. They could see how manic she was, her sanity slipping from her grasp. Even her control over her gifts had been let loose. Her hair raised like hackles and eyes glowing a deep vibrant shade. Her teeth remain bared showing their sharp point.

Y/n moves swiftly and swings her spear forward with her remaining strength. Mystical wisps of color emit from her body that was currently about to give out. Her muscles were beyond torn and battered. Each painful swing put her in more danger. Bloodhound only has to place their axe to her throat and finally end her assault.

There she stays, forced to her knees to kneel before the person she once loved. Her neck stretched and ready to be decapitated. “I don’t want to do this y/n. Please.”

“You have won this battle. Your winning is my life, take it was you please.” She county even get herself to bark back. No more snide remarks left her mouth. Her eyelids flutter shut, dangerously awaiting slumber.

“Helena is dead, isn’t she?”

“Yes.”

Bloodhound sighs. A hearty sigh that carries the weight of the guilt. “When?”

“Last month, but she got sick a few weeks after you left. I tried, asked the gods for help, even begged the Allfather to heal her. I made a deal with Hel, but I would have to slaughter cities in order to cure her sickness. It was new, different than anything the village had seen. She died. And I had to sit and watch my daughter rot away.”

Her daughter. Her miracle from the gods that would always be by her side. How could it have slipped Bloodhound’s mind. The small child would always be caught up in her mothers cloak just basking in the protection she had. Their heart ached. Bloodhound looks back at the beasts who simply watched their mother anxiously.

“She asked for you, every day. Sometimes I think she could even see things I couldn’t. She would tell me stories about our glory days. When we’d go on hunts with Artur long before she was born, maybe he was with her. After all she was so close to the threshold between life and death.”

Y/n was young when Helena was born, but she was still a fully grown woman. She chokes back a sob as her body starts to give out.

“What did she say?”

“She would tell me stories about my coming of age hunt. Or the one where you almost got eaten and Artur had to pry open a beasts mouth just to make sure you didn’t get swallowed whole. Then, she even told me about the day she was born. I asked her how she remember. Helena told me that Artur would tell her about it when he would watch her when we were away.”

Y/n looks down and presses the blade into her skin. “Blóðhundur, why did you leave?”

“I had to y/n.”

“But you didn’t. You knew I still needed you, we still needed you.”

“I would’ve suffered if I had stayed. I have come to terms with my life.”

Bile rises in her throat at their words. Her rage reignited. “Like she suffered all these years? The years she was incapacitated by her illness and wondering why you left?! Like I suffered by watching our daughter wither away into nothing and die right in front of me. And you say I lived reckless. She didn’t get to live at all!”

Their daughter. Bloodhound had failed. They knew that. They shouldn’t have left. Bloodhound had lived two lives, their child had lived none.

“Kill me. Do her what she’s owed and bring her móðir back to her.” Bloodhound makes no such movement. They move their blade away when y/n jumps toward her nails aimed for their throat.

Instinctively Bloodhound tries to push her back, but their nearest free hand resided the blade that would cut clean through her arteries and bone. A satisfying slice followed by the crunch of leaves and bone fill the deafening silence. Then the cry of the wolf.

Bloodhound falls back on their bottom watching her body crumple for the ground and her beasts protecting her corpse. The pup howls out mourningly while she nudges her mother’s warm arm.

Skepna huffs and places his large muzzle on her abdomen. Bloodhound looks at her face, a slight smile gracing her features. Maybe she had seen her daughters face once again. Soon the forest reeked of blood. Her wolf never leaving her side nor allowing Bloodhound to come near. Until it gave up.

She lays down with his tail covering her face and y/n’s arm. She was attempting to keep the warmth that was quickly fading. Bloodhound slowly tries to come near. Skepna makes no moves, both of them were nothing without their mother. She had saved them both from death and tamed them through her own weird intimidation. What a woman.

“It’s okay young ones. I shall take care of you.” The wolf looks up at Bloodhound with the most uncanny eyes. The look makes them almost fall back in alarm. How strikingly similar they look to hers. Bloodhound holds out a palm to the pup for him to sniff. She presses her cold nose into their gloved hand. “Come on Lena.” Both animals rise slowly and look longingly at their mother before following Bloodhound.

Especially the young wolf who’d have to wait to see her mother again. Hopefully she’d be fine without her for a little while longer. Her other parent needed her now.

#deathmetalangel #apex legends #apex bloodhound #bloodhound x reader #apex legends x reader #bloodhound #bloodhound imagine #apex legends imagines

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princessshanae14 · 2 years

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Every time I played apex legends mobile the dudes I’m paired with insta leave cause my name is PrincessT…. Like dude I won without you before I’ll do it again

#apexlegendsedit #apexedit #apex legends #apex legends imagines #apex legends octane #apex legends mobile #apex legends lifeline

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fearmakess · 3 months

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I finally finished it!! 🫠

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danddymaro · 6 months

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By Choice | Revenant x Fem reader

How dufuk dat Totem work. Also obv this is before his Rework. Daddy didn't need no fancy shmancy work to be HIM.

Word count: 3528

By Choice

Your first encounter with teh simulacrum was something you hardly forget, and you constantly think of given how different a dynamic you now have.

It leaves you in awe, and he shares the same feeling, unable to understand how a single person can mean so much.

The tanned-skinned woman offers you a stern look, a mix of pity and spite facing you as you look at her with happy eyes that have yet to understand the shift in mood.

She'd just offered you words of encouragement, even if they held playful tease, but now as she looked at you, she seemed rather sour.

-All to your confusion.

"Loba?" you say with uncertainty, your face showing just how concerned you are.

She seemed to have regretted speaking to you in the first place, and the truth was, she'd rather forget who you were now because it wouldn't make sense to remember someone who wouldn't last.

At your address, she tried to force a smile, an unconvincing one that made your earlier valor slack. For whatever reason you felt less confident about your debut.

"It's nothing dear," she said with that same unconvincing curve to her lips.

It took you a moment to understand why, and You didn't have to ask why her expression had changed as you then turned and followed her line of vision, soon looking at the banner next to yours.

'Oh...'

-To think you'd be paired with the synthetic nightmare on your first match as an Apex Legend.

For a prolonged second, you stared at the banners with wide eyes, in disbelief before another contender approached, coincidentally the same who'd be your teammate.

Loba practically sneers as your partner makes his way towards you, sizing you down as you stare back at him with a sternness that wavers the closer he comes.

She doesn't stay long after that, and she doesn't even bother to tell you anything more either, all of which you overlook as you are more concerned with the bot's presence.

You swallow down thickly as your heart speeds and aches in pain, uncertain of what is to come, feeling unfortunate that not only would you have to watch out for potential enemies, but consider your partner a possible hostile too.

To say the least, you were on edge the entire time and were relieved to part ways after. Even if there had been nothing truly eventful about your match other than him shoving you out of the way a couple times.

You clenched your fist each time but bit back saying anything more than a short huff the second time it happened.

You were glad it was over, much more that you came back in one piece. But luck would have it that you'd find yourself working with him more than once, so much that you wondered if it was fate.

You wondered if there was something you couldn't escape waiting for you at the simulacrum's side.

'maybe death,' you mused darkly at first.

-That or the games were somehow rigged.

Though, you pondered if your fate was as horrifying as you had initially thought given how you no longer felt threatened by him.

He was a dick to you, but even his attitude began to ease as time passed, and so did yours.

He went from disliking you, to simply ignoring you....to suddenly being pleasant, earning your favor, something that wouldn't have been too difficult from the beginning.

'Maybe he just takes some warming up,' you mused with relief at your newfound partnership, finding things worked better when he actually considered your plans.

-And from pleasant, he went to confusing.

' Alluring little thing,' he constantly thinks so.

He regularly observes you, memorizing your every movement, even the most subtle breaths that leave you.

He regularly keeps track of your heartbeat and does so with the same tranquility one would find with the sound of gentle music.

He's keen on the existing twinkles in your eyes throughout the day, under different lighting, and inspired by different emotions.

It's all so interesting to him.

You are interesting.

The fixation he has for you digs deep, further than anything else he's ever felt, bypassing the searing wrath that has, until then been his only drive.

Unscathed, he made his way towards you, his long legs reaching you in short strides.

"You came back..." you say with relief, the words leaving you in a low breath. You sure are surprised, he can tell by the way your eyes look at him as though the sight of him is the last thing you'd thought to catch.

-Especially with how he reacted just before he stalked off after your earlier spat about strategies

And you beam as a result, unknowingly letting him know just how much it meant that he turned back.

Before long, slowly his hand fell to your face, the back of his fingers gently drawing down your moistened cheek as you'd just crawled away from the water you'd fallen into during your last scuffle.

Blood gently grazes his affectionate digits, and while he's familiar with the feeling, it's not quite as tantalizing as it's always been.

-And it's been an issue with you lately that he can't seem to understand, or express.

Instead, it's an oddly hollow feeling he feels, even if it's nothing more than a scratch that's marked your face.

Realizing that your pain brings him no pleasure is strange and bothersome, but he doesn't voice his new discovery. Instead, he masks it, pulling back his hand too for being so impulsive.

Why has touching you become such an obsession?

-He burns to know.

"hn...Get up," he demands while helping you up, pulling you by the arm after giving you a quick heal.

Your legs scramble to find ground as he quickly pulls you to him faster than you can gather your thoughts or try getting up on your own.

Though, throughout the trip, you had newfound vigor.

Because If he came back there had to be a reason. He had to find you useful, and you wouldn't disappoint. You'd show the simulacrum that you were just as worthy of a contender, an equal partner that wasn't going to be a commodity like he'd stated before he left you earlier.

As snappy as his words are, you only huff with triumph, nodding, looking at him the entire time with that little twinkle in your eye.

However, as soon as he helped you up, your breath paused and that little spike in courage was forgotten.

You lean close to him as a consequence of his gruff pull, for a second lingering as you look up at him and put on an uncertain face, curious of him as he is of you.

-At least, that's what he would like to imagine; That you are just as interested in him as he is in you.

It's considered, and For whatever reason he stays there by you, silent.

You lick your lips, subtly, not at all seductive, yet all the same, looking alluring as you offer him eyes that question him for every one of his actions that seem so unlike him.

For instance, his persisting hold that has gone from your arm to your side.

A single hand stays there and he watches as you direct your pretty eyes down to the side it resides after looking away from his own sight.

As of late, he's gotten closer throughout every interaction, and you've noticed.

'What's he doing?' You want to ask him, but you feel embarrassed too, silly too.

'He's a robot....well, Simulacrum,' you think with correction. 'Aren't they... somewhat human? At one point wasn't he?' You don't know what to think, but as you remember that, a part of you feels happy.

Something in you warms at the idea of there existing a part of him that holds the emotional capacity you do...that could somehow understand what it is that you are feeling at that very moment.

And your skin tingles as he takes the tiniest step forward while still gripping your hip.

'It's silly right?' you wonder, 'What should I do?' you wonder without direction.

While lost in thought, your hand rises, instinctually drawn to him, but he stops you midway by breaking the moment with a step driven back.

He has to peel himself away from you, being the first to move as he advises you to heal while turning to face east, and you are grateful he does.

It's not like you wanted him to draw distance, but at least he saves you the embarrassment by looking elsewhere.

'Maybe it's for the best,' You think.

"That's where we're heading," he tells you while marking the map, and he threatens to leave you behind again while waiting, eyeing you to make sure you're prepared to move, not missing the way you can't meet his gaze.

-Observant to how you seem to smile as you look at anything but him, even if it's not entirely joy-filled. There's a touch of something more but he can hardly catch it as you do your best to hide your face.

Though, occasionally you slip, and it's adorable as you try and peek at him, much more when you pretend it's not what you wanted.

It's not just enchanting how you look, but why you look that way.

And he's insistent on being the one to cause those reactions, on being the only one you show those precious responses to.

He feels scorned when anyone else can make you happy.

it's sickening at first how much he craves you. It's humiliating to him how he needs to point you to him instead, though, it's watered down when you seem to need less and less of a pull.

it's satisfying when you seek him, when you stop looking at him with question, and merely act on the same instinct he has when near you.

As his hand falls over your cheek, you stand surprised, your eyes peeled wide as his fingers move in soft caresses.

'It's just like before...' you think back to when he'd first done so, to that moment so many weeks ago.

You'd thought about it so much, nearly obsessed over it, and just how excited you felt no matter how hard you tried to pretend it didn't happen.

Your eyes flutter close, acceptant to his cold touch.

Soon, you become eased into the act, expectant of it, and he loves the way your eyes flutter close, taking in a long breath to enjoy the moment like it's an otherwordly pleasure.

The more he repeats the act, the closer he feels you, and before long there's less uncertainty.

Now, he's amused at knowing the touch of his razor-sharp claws can cause you serenity. Furthermore, it's something you need from him as you become bold, taking his kind hand, cradling it in your own as you lead it to your face and offer him sweet eyes and a pout that fills him with the slightest guilt for making you wait.

Never before would he have thought he'd succumb to a simple look, much less one as bratty as the one you pull.

These were the kinds of things he'd see people do and scoff at... How is it that he's now just one in the mass of these annoying, unbearable skinbags?

Curiosity led to experimentation which, opened the path to a routine that brought forth a side of him he forgot existed.

It'd been lifetimes ago since he'd felt the insistency to touch anyone so softly, or even be the recipient of such a feeling.

He soon becomes content with his own fill of affection, moving on without any address.

In a sense, it's like a kiss to you, an 'I've missed you' without words, moreso when it's been longer than a few hours apart.

-And that's another thing, he can't stay away.

It's not long before you pay him back with the same gentle touches, enamored by his every edge and smooth plating, an idea he thought impossible.

He feels almost naked sometimes, far too much, and while it's overwhelming at times, he doesn't tell you to stop or urge you back.

Knowing that he can also fill you with desire makes him feel alive, existent in a realm he's made of something more than wires and programming.

And one day he pushes further, coming down to your lips, pressing his own.

There's no movement from his mouth, and yet you press your soft one to his, pretending there is flesh there.

Your unbothered behavior sends him to the moon as you hold his hands, passionate in the lasting kiss.

He can feel it, your lips on his, the warmth and devotion in what you offer.

Somehow...can you?

'Can a machine love?' Noxx has dared to ask, and even if his genuine curiosity holds obnoxious condescension, it's made Revenant wonder.

-Enough to ask you.

Your eyes open wide, and you look at him with stupefaction.

"W-why do you..." you can hardly ask without stumbling over your words, and he noted your heart is fighting to jump out of your chest, it's restless as it races.

it stills when his fingers catch your chin, holding it there delicately as you continue to lay beneath him, caged down by his outstretched arm.

"You're a smart girl," he compliments because he truly does find you fascinating, even if he teases you.

He considered your thoughts worthy of contemplation, even the silly ones.

" What do you think?" he wants to know.

He wants you to speak the possibility into reality, because if you say so, then he's willing to believe.

He doesn't love himself enough to consider being happy, but if you, as fascinating and wonderful as you are tell him it's possible, then he has no doubt.

he feels something in him sinking as your eyes hold back tears, and he prepares himself for the worst, nearly certain that somehow this has all been too good.

"If I can love one... I'd hope he could feel the same for me," you say as you offer him a smile, a soft one he wants to call his and keep safe.

"If I can say I love you and be sure of it, even when I feel so afraid - could you admit it to me too?" you're begging, because you're at the point of no return, and his question feels like a make it or break it moment.

'Are you capable of that?' you think with worry.

The uncertainty in the question he asks fills you with worry because you know what you feel for him. You love Revenant and were sure every step you'd taken together was one taken with love from both sides.

' Or is this when you tell me... when you show me your true self?'

It filled you with dread to think that this was somehow a game of his, that he was truly evil and treacherous.

it's been on your mind for a while,

'Silly little Girl... you're nothing more than a game to him.' Revenant's voice echoed in your head, startling you.

You thought it had been your teammate at first, that Revenant had found his way to you already, but that hadn't been the case. You couldn't see him anywhere, and you wondered if you'd imagined the voice at first.

The sound of static occasionally fell in the background and you pressed your lips thinly wondering why your comms were failing.

"Rev... I can't hear you," you try to communicate with your partner, though, getting nothing back but choppy static.

Laughter surrounded you, and you grew weary of it.

It sounded just like Revenant, and the more he spoke, the less you were sure it was just your imagination.

"What's happening?" you thought with uncertainty, feeling sick.

There was only one thing you could think of, but you were unsure because this hadn't happened the last time you'd used his Totem. it was nothing similar.

'Poor little skinsuit...' He murmured.

' - used as just some entertainment in between matches where he can do what he actually loves,' he persists, and you had to bite back.

"That's not true," you start with annoyance that soon deters the longer he repeats the words, the more he continues to taunt you. It feels as though you'd been listening to him for an eternity, wearing down your will.

Ignoring him hadn't worked, but it seemed that arguing back was worse.

Laughter follows as a retort before he speaks again,

'It's what he was made for, It's ALL he is.'

The words are spat out, sharp, and sinister.

Just as you find refuge, you look down at your hands, and your breath comes out short and quick, as the air feels sparse.

"he's not like that, " you say as you look down at your empty palms covered in black smoke. "I thought he was, but he's not." you continue.

'Revenant, He's gentle... soft.

he's different with me...' You tried to remember that.

"he's different," you voice.

'ooh?' coos the voice, 'different you say?' he asks.

'I see he's got you all worked up with his fingers. You're familiar with them, but have you ever seen them painted red? Don't you know that same hand has sliced through more hearts than your little one could ever bear?'

"I know already, what he's done... what he is," you say.

'Do you? ' He asks with doubt.

'Do you think he's a victim? that he's some poor, trapped soul?' He asked with scrutiny.

'Aren't you sweet... you pity him don't you?' he asked with amusement.

'you want to save him, right?' he persisted with the same sneer.

'Well let me tell you something, he's earned his place in this hell! No one forced him to be the monster he is! he's made killings far before he was trapped in that body.' He informed you, making you bite your lip down harshly.

'Did he tell you that? of course not, he hasn't even told you his real name, has he?' he asked confidently.

"When he's ready he'-" Your voice died when he interrupted you.

'He knows your every secret while giving you nothing but breadcrumbs.

Sweet, sweet (f/n).

You trusted the wrong person again, didn't you?' he sang as your vision blurred, and you had to admit that stung.

Just the idea...

'That's right...' Revenant's voice starts as your face slowly falls into bleak realization.

'And you were so easy...' he added with a chuckle, 'All he had to do was offer you a little petting, like a dog.

he hardly did anything before you leaned in for more, ' and you recall it.

'Were you that touch starved?' he asked with mock pity.

At that, you closed your eyes tight, and you shook, denying it.

'Love me! love me! Oh please! Look at me! Please, someone love me!

- Pathetic!' The sound of laughter made you shrink.

' Even in this dimension, you're pathetic,' he said with a cackle.

His words continued until Familiar hands took a grasp at your shoulders, holding you tight and making you open your eyes in shock, a strangled breath leaving you.

Revenant, your Revenant in his physical form looked down at you, and as his hands squeezed you, you came to with a start.

"What the hell did you do?" the question came out irate and nasty as he stared at your shaky form, his voice making you flinch as you continued to stare at him with surprised eyes that soon filled with fright.

'This is who he is, All he is....' the voice said before it became quieter, leaving you with nothing but doubt. 'Remember that when he touches you...'

You could only shake your head in denial, not knowing what you were trying to wash your hands of exactly.

Meanwhile, You shook in his hold, and that very expression you couldn't wipe away had him unsettled,

"What did he tell you?" it was the only question he could ask, and you couldn't answer him.

Your voice refused to work, nothing but a small sound came out before you took a frantic step back.

He noticed and pulled you back, his hands refusing to let go. the ends of his digits dug deep into your arms, the grasp becoming aching enough to make you wince.

"Answer me!" his anxiousness deepened through his words and the desperate way he held you.

As you looked up at him, truly gazed at him you remembered how scared you'd been when you first met him, and why.

You recalled one thing: that after all, he was meant for killing.

How could you forget?

'He's right, at least about one thing,' you thought with dismay as the step you took back returned, the foot falling back to its earlier place after he restrained you.

The haunting voice had been right because you can't fight back. even if you had the strength to pry him off, you had no will to draw further.

'it is pathetic...'

Where else could you run to?

there was nowhere else you wanted to go, no other arms you sought for refuge.

-Because you loved him.

And it was the first time you truly admitted it.

Soon, you clung to him, needing to hold him, having a desperation to feel his arms coiling around you.

You'd wondered what it'd be like, and it was as serene as you'd expected, offering you a comfort no one else could.

'Even if this is a game to you, give me more time, let me enjoy this more.'

"Shut up..." your voice stayed soft as you pressed your cheek close to him, " Please... please shut up,"

His voice was no comfort to you right now, especially not when it melted with the vicious one from earlier and you begged him to stay silent.

But you wanted him close.

"Just hold me... touch me... don't let me go...Rev, "

"Stupid little skinsuit," he muttered, still annoyed, though complying with a gradual approval.

He hadn't imagined you'd ever lean on him the way you were now, so desperately.

"I warned you," he really wanted to scold you, because he told you not to touch his totem, that it was only his to enter.

There was a reason for his forewarning.

The longer he'd been with you, and the more he was starting to feel for you, the more unbearable it became to go through it, and he just knew it'd be a true nightmare for you.

His lips grazed the crown of your head, gently pressing down, 'How could I resist?' he wondered, his earlier fury settled.

'Especially when you cling to me like this...'

Though, he insisted on knowing what you were told. It would take some digging, but he'd figure it out. But later, because at that moment, you were more important, comforting you was his only objective.

"Do you love me?" you ask him with that soft tone to your voice that has him feeling sparked with something vibrant.

"Because I love you, " you say while you lean close, and he comes down to try and meet you. His hand shifts to hold your cheek, marveling at the delicate skin and how there's a touch of flush to it.

One of your arms is draped over his shoulder, fingers scrunching the red cloth that covers the back of his head whist your other hand is pressed to his chest.

"Revenant? Do you feel something for me? Something similar?Anything?"

He's always been fascinated by your heart, and he wishes you could feel something beneath your palm. He wishes you could feel how much his heart would be speeding at your confessions and the sensual way you peer at him.

" I feel you mine," is what he first says, marveling at your sight.

"And only you have my mercy," he tells you, as his fingers brush your cheek. Without much thought you turn your head, your lips aimed to brush over his hand.

Successfully, you land a kiss before looking up at him with eyes dimmed with yearning.

"You have what no one else has, or ever will," he says with certain.

"And what's that?" you ask softly.

"- Me." he answers simply.

"My devotion, and conscious loyalty," he affirms. "Something no one, not even Hammond will take from me again," he swore to you and himself.

"With you, I'm a puppet by choice," he said while nuzzling his face to your neck, and as strange as it may be those words meant much more than a simple I love you.

From Revenant, their meaning was profound.

There was a knot in your throat, and to save yourself from what would be choked words you pressed your lips to his, finding your own way to translate the Phrase.

'I love you too...'

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crualex-de-vil · 1 year

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Happy Galentine's Day 💞

#apex legends #lobalore #loba andrade #bangalore #anita williams #man these have all been really really fun #look man I'm just saying with an ass like that Loba needs someone with a little muscle #I can't imagine valk handling that ok #fanart #atomicdraws

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boobav · 2 years

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Rookie

Revenant x reader

content: blood, canon-typical violence, evil robot threats, kinda angsty

word count: 3.2k

Beads of sweat slip down your face, onto your jaw and then down your neck, meeting the already-damp collar of your shirt and wetting it further. Your grip on the R-99 nestled between your clammy hands is tight and unrelenting, but your mind lacks the same level of dexterity. You're a rookie to the games, to the psychological effect they have on participants, morphing their minds into ones belonging to more primitive creatures... But you're not a rookie in R-99 usage. And for that you were thankful.

Explosions sound around your tiny hidey-hole as you press your back more firmly against the steel wall; you were currently on the second floor of a shabby hut on Worlds Edge, carefully watching the stairs and straining your ears for any incoming footsteps. They occasionally patted around outside like wolves, but so far in this hectic game of life or death, nobody had pounced and discovered you. Round three, and still there were so many people left, mercilessly fighting outside for a chance to win the Apex Games, writhing and flailing against one another piteously. You felt slightly pitiful yourself for staying up here instead of joining the fight(s) outside, but both your teammates were no longer with you. The chance of dominating the enemies outside was close to 0%, if not that exact number.

Your heart hammered against your chest as gunfire and arcstar explosions continued. You were in a pretty good position inside the ring, but that introduced the risk of another squad barging in and displacing you, if not killing you outright. This, you worried, was inevitable, but the fighting was almost immediately outside so silently slipping away seemed too risky to attempt. No matter what plans formulated behind your tired eyes, you felt already that your fate was sealed. Perhaps this was the consequence of risking your entire life for money. Perhaps this was the consequence of having no other options left to turn to.

Your teammates, where were they again? Oh, right. One was some irrelevant rookie like you (John? Jack? You couldn't remember his name) who had sacrificed his life in a vain attempt for fame and fortune. He'd been shot and promptly bled to death mid-game, thinking he could take on a whole squad whilst you and your other teammate had fled the scene due to your terrible, low-ground position. Said other teammate was the infamous Revenant, less than happy to have been paired with two idiots who were clearly incompetent. The two of you had been split up about an hour ago and lost contact thirty minutes later. You guessed he'd done that on purpose as, admittedly, you'd been a burden the entire game. At least, retrospectively, you thought so. Well on the bright side, you weren't dead like your other teammate James. Or was his name Jones?

An explosion right outside your door shook you from your reverie, your slack grip tightening once again. Footsteps smacked against the roof above you, below you and generally around you. A shape- no, a head appeared as its owner clambered up the stairs, blood dripping from their dark hairline; your eyes widened, jaw clenched further, regret for a deed undone already filling your veins. But you couldn't hesitate further. You emerged from the darkness, scowl pressed deeply into your skin as you pushed away from the wall, aimed down-sights and sprayed bullets against the enemy who only had a moment to swivel and notice you. By the time they'd processed what they were looking at, you'd sprayed their body with light bullets and left them limp and flopping down the stairs, clattering down each step with a mildly annoying 'clap' at repeating intervals. No more noise was heard once they'd dropped off the final step; they were dead.

A sound akin to scraping metal yet slightly off-tune rattled behind you, and before you could turn- a voice.

"Nice shot. Although, I was kind of hoping you'd be dead by now, skinsuit." You swiveled to meet the tone, gun raised in preparation to whack the owner over the head as soon as the first deep syllable was uttered, but upon seeing who had spoken, your guard dropped instantly... Perhaps foolishly fast. Revenant caught your wrist, bone-like metallic fingers crushing your delicate skin.

"Oh- God, sorry. I'm jumpy. Where have you been?" You met the glowing orange gaze of your teammate whilst attempting to retract your arm, but he didn't let go. Footsteps still patted above your head, but thankfully the enemies above were engaged in a long and intense firefight which forced them to ignore your scuffle beneath them. Your free arm was shaking, shuddering even, mainly due to your kill, but Revenant held your trapped arm perfectly still. He said nothing, and so you spoke again. "Can I have my arm back now?" The simulacrum responded by moving in closer to you, forcing you backwards against the wall you'd been cowering against for the past ten minutes. His eyes shone in the darkness, but not in the comforting way a light tends to shine. His face grew ever closer, but there was no breath, no heartbeat, nothing human to seek comfort in. He inhaled, a long, sharp hissing noise that sounded like a strange imitation of the human action.

"What would you do if I said no? Fight, or run?" He hummed, not in a questioning way, but instead in an introspective fashion. "I could rip your hand clean off in an instant. Tendons, bones and all in one messy tear. Do you know how much blood a human body can lose before it keels over and dies?"

His grip on your wrist did not tighten nor loosen. Your nerves felt like they were frying, your chest felt as though a demonic hag was sat upon it draining your life force. For a brief moment, you were so overwhelmed that you prayed to God to end you right then and there so you did not have to deal with this murderous robot, and moreover your murderous self. But thankfully a less dull part of your spirit was less dramatic.

"...Maybe you could ask that guy down at the bottom of the stairs?". A pathetic attempt at humour maybe. But somehow it made Revenant bark out a very disingenuous and plain 'ha' and drop your wrist; you recoiled, holding the bruising limb to your chest whilst shuffling away from your 'teammate'.

A brief silence followed, but you spoke instead of prolonging it, just in case Revenant decided to threaten you more. "Anyway I've been under the impression you've been dead for half an hour. What happened?" Another, slightly less dull laugh left his mouth (mouth being inaccurate, as his did not move. Voicebox?) in response. Hearing laughter from a creature without a moving mouth is surprisingly disturbing, you noted. In your mind, a robot's mouth was supposed to light up to indicate speech, but you weren't sure where that idea came from since all your experiences in life had denied its validity.

"I wish." He paused momentarily. "I've been enjoying myself without you slowing me down. Though now it seems I might need a meat shield to finish this off." Flattering.

Silence fell over the two of you again. Although, it wasn't really silence as explosions came often and bullet-fire as constant as your own breathing. You folded your arms and settled into some kind of staring contest, wherein the two of you were analysing eachother or perhaps just observing. Was his rouge colouring a purposeful design choice, or was that just the cheapest paint? You personally thought his palette added to his fear-factor, so it was likely on purpose. The thought of the killer-robot painting himself red to seem scary was funny but probably just fiction.

The majority of the Legends were intimidating, but most agreed Revenant was the most endowed in that regard. Little was known publicly of him besides his brutality in the field; this mystery, you felt, also added to his acute ability to strike fear in others. You were quite thankful that he was your teammate rather than enemy... But that usually distinct line was rather blurred with him.

"Stop staring." He spoke abruptly, ignoring the fact he'd been doing the exact same thing. He stood up straight, rolling his head in a way that would crack his neck joints, had he owned any. He moved his hands in a similar way, cracking the nonexistent knuckles and rolling the nonexistent wrists. For a moment, he was quiet and unmoving, but then his forearms raised, looking as though they were fighting against wind to move upwards. His eyes flicked to the floor and his hands snapped into fists as a fiery totem raised from the ground, erupting into your view as a shadowy mass of orange and black. It was triangular in shape, although said shape seemed to be changing and wavering in an odd way.

"Touch it. Now. Plan is, we go up there, you take all the bullets and I slit their throats."

Underlying threat laced his tone, directed to both you and the people above. A similar aura of threat emanated from the totem, forcing itself into your senses and overwhelming them like a terrible smell.

"You first." You replied, more sheepishly than you'd intended. He kept his eyes fixed on you, fingers skidding along the totem and then disappearing as he pressed his hand into it- through it. Smoke enveloped his sharp fingers, moving up over his skeletal arm before engulfing his whole body with a machine-like hiss. His new form writhed, clearly unstable, but his eyes continued to glow somehow more threateningly than before.

The difference between flesh and metal cannot be understated. The fact of this difference made you extremely hesitant to jump into that shadowy realm Revenant had entered... But upon seeing the menace in his lit gaze, you muttered a curse and squeezed your eyes shut, simultaneously shoving your hand into the uninviting grip of the totem.

The resulting sensation was immediate and it plunged you into a horrible agony that could be felt even in the marrow of your bones. The feeling in your limbs disappeared for a moment but quickly returned, however instead of feeling normal they felt as though they'd been set alight and left to fry. It was like your nerves were past the point of rot and death, but they continued on feeling just to spite you. Your entire body was engulfed in black and orange flames, undulating and eating at your skin like an army of unrelenting maggots.

Revenant gave you a one over, and began his skulk towards the room's singular door, which opened up to a tiny balcony. The urge to follow him was palpable and you realized this totem thing linked the two of you in some mentally unseen way. You weren't sure whether the burning in your mind was his or yours.

"Go through other end skinsuit, catch 'em by surprise." His voice held a mocking lilt, so apparently this enduring pain was yours alone. Unless he was simply used to it.

The edges of your vision wavered as you skipped down the stairs and barged through the first-floor door. You clambered up the side of the building, a complete lack of exertion needed; the totem gave you an infinite second-wind, an infinite source of adrenaline that spread into a (false?) sense of invincibility. The squad atop your building seemed ignorant to your advancement as you pulled yourself onto the roof; they were still busy in their ongoing fight, tunnel-visioned and stupid. There was no hesitation this time. You pulled your strangely tangible R-99 from its holster and fired directly into the back of the unnamed fighter, earning a gargled cry from them as they collapsed and fell from their perch, smashing against a railing below. Their two teammates immediately span, but you kept spraying, stopping only when the magazine ran dry. Their bullets pierced you but your flaming agony did not increase nor decrease; almost instantly after you'd been shot a few times, your vision went hazy, and then completely black, just as you saw Revenant crawl up behind one of them and slice clean through their chest.

You gasped, heaved and almost retched all over the floor you'd collapsed onto as you returned to the totem. Blood rushed to your head, hands and feet like an emergency transfusion. An intense bout of pins and needles and nausea ravaged you for a moment before a skeletal hand grabbed a fistful of your jacket and yanked you to your feet. Your vision fuzzed as Revenant grabbed your jaw unceremoniously, turning it to face him and almost snapping your neck in the process.

"One squad left. Come on, don't give up now, not after how far you've come." His mocking awakened your pride and flushed the nausea from your body. "Why'd you come here anyway?" He let go of your face and took a quaint step back. "Mommy and daddy unable to pay their medical bills? Someone got blackmail on you? Or-"

"No- just be quiet for a second please," Your voice was nothing more than a mumble as you gripped your head, small noises of pain leaving you. He, shockingly, stayed silent as you recuperated. He crossed his arms, the contact between them emitting a light scraping sound. "It was either die here, or starve and die on the streets. At least here I have a chance at life, albeit a small one." You paused, sighing as the pain in your body let up, "I guess I got lucky with you on my team."

"Yes, otherwise you'd be dead."

"Probably." You couldn't deny the fact he was most likely right. He only hummed in response, a low sound that was perhaps more akin to a growl. Only now did you realize, in a sudden moment of consideration, that this robot was nearly 7ft tall. Yep, whatever he was made for, striking fear must've been a part of his role. He glared down at you, face set in a constant state of displeasure, nose caved in like a skull.

Before you could continue your conversation, two pairs of footsteps began advancing on you, however a third you couldn't hear.

"Two left, okay..." You reloaded your gun, the mag clicking into place. "Sounds like they're coming from below. I'll slip out the balcony and get up behind them, you stay here." You spoke, nodding towards your teammate, who'd been staying perfectly still. He hummed again and slunk into the corner, his lanky figure twisting into a crouching position and staring at you like something you'd encounter in an unpleasant bout of sleep paralysis.

The footsteps grew closer and you heard the first floor door smash against the dull wall as it flung open; you moved quickly, hopping over the balcony as they ascended the stairs. There was a brief silence as you landed, a little jolt going through your ankles, but it was soon broken by the intense fire exploding into your ears from above. Fuck- you slid back into the building, hoping Revenant had been able to at least down one. There was no fucking way you'd be able to take two people on in this adrenaline-fueled state; your hands shook and you were on the brink of heart palpitations. You flung yourself up the stairs, almost tripping over the fresh body spurting blood at the top of them; it acted as an irritating extra step. Eyes widening, you saw Revenant shoved against the wall by a hysterical man, advanced by some kind of cybernetics running over his exposed skin- not a Legend. You grunted through grit teeth and slammed your R-99 over the side of his shaven head, sending him stumbling away from Revenant and through the open doorway that lead to the balcony. He gripped the railings, reaching blindly for his Wingman, but your hesitation was minimal, and so you aimed down-sights and shot.

"You are the Apex Champions." The monotone announcer spoke as your enemy's body flopped over the railings and smashed onto the floor below, exactly where you'd landed moments ago. You let out a sharp breath you'd been unconsciously holding in as your teammate skulked up behind you, uncomfortably close as per usual. You glanced aside and up and him. His sharp, robotic jawline had a single scratch on it.

"Don't expect a thank you, rookie." He threw his gun to the ground nonchalantly, flexing his fingers as he did so. They did a strange thing then, stretching in a ghastly way that didn't seem possible for something made of metal.

"Yeah," Your blinked the glaze in your eyes away, dropping your weapon like the seasoned Legend beside you. "So what now?" Revenant kicked the nearby body down the stairs, a streak of blood following its tumbling path.

"Our wonderful hosts are gonna force you into joining me up in that tower for all the special snowflakes who are adept at murder. The legends, that is." He descended the stairs, not looking back for you. You followed anyway. "You'll get some sponsors. Lots of people love bloodsports, you know."

"Can't I just get my prize money and leave?" Other nobodies had won before and left without being heard from again, cheering in glee at the fat cheques clenched between their bloody fingers. "I thought everyone did that. Unless you were, like, contracted into the games."

The two of you exited the building and he stopped, turning slowly to face you.

"And that's what really you want?" His mocking tone was gone, replaced with a dead seriousness, perhaps with a tinge of genuine curiosity. You narrowed your eyes and opened your mouth to object, but no words came out.

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kohltrast · 11 months

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senior catboy

#this is as cute as im willing to draw him #... as of now..#i cant imagine woobifying him like i did poor Fuse #anyway Ballistic is so well designed and im sad that there isnt a lot of art of him #ballistic #ballistic apex #ballistic apex legends #apex legends #august brinkman #my art #my fanart

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carmen-is-away · 2 years

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cuddling with the legends pt. 3

part 1 | part 2 | part 3 | part 4

In this post: Crypto, Revenant, Loba, Rampart, Horizon

Crypto

I've said this before, but mans is touch starved, like I'm talking yearning, feening for affection. He wants to cuddle with someone so bad, but won't admit it. If you tell him that you wanna cuddle, he'll be over the moon, but will try to play it cool. It's very easy to see through his act though. Loves to spoon, especially if he's the little spoon.

Revenant

You've got to be out of your mind, I mean absolutely crazy cuckoo bonkers. But if you somehow get him to cuddle with you, he will be super confused and will compensate for it by threatening you the whole time, but he might wrap an arm around you and let you do whatever though

Loba

She's got a lot of love in her heart surprisingly and very touchy in private. She likes to cuddle and loves to be the big spoon. She'll whisper sweet nothings in your ear the whole time, when she's not busy plotting how to torment Revenant next.

Rampart

I had a hard time deciding what to write for Ramya, but I've come to the conclusion that she's just really playful about it all. She'll tickly and tease you the entire time and jokingly complain about how hot it is, but if you try to get up or move away, she'll say that she's just joking and ask you to come back and cuddle forreal.

Horizon

She likes cuddling but finds it hard to find time for it, because yk, women in STEM! She'll definitely be down to cuddle if she's deep into some reading or paperwork. Just be prepared for her to jump up and disturb your peace in the name of science.

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caifee · 5 months

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Apex Legends Coffee Shop Orders

what the legends would order before/after the games (reminder that coffee shops don't just have coffee):

Bloodhound

I don't see Houndy getting anything with espresso in it, mainly teas.

Possibly a tea latte, Earl Grey with almond milk

Most likely drinks after a long game, especially as a kind of reward if they won.

Gibraltar

Definitely would either be a lemonade/coconut milk mixed w/ fruit refresher, or specifically the paradise drink from Starbucks.

Before or after the game, definitely if he won, he'd drink on it.

Lifeline

Definitely a shaken espresso girl, keeps her awake and alert for her work. She'd either add cold foam or cream/milk to sweeten it up a bit.

Mostly before, so she has the energy to get through the game. But if she's tired after and needs the boost, she'll get it after as well.

Pathfinder

Wraith

Unable to drink, but would most likely order a strawberry creme blender if he could.

After and before, he would basically be a frequent customer.

Anything hot, with a cozy, warm taste to it, such as a chai latte with gingerbread syrup or hazel/toffee nut.

A nice, cozy after game drink to relax.

Caustic

Bangalore

Definitely something hot but basic. She barely knows coffee, so she doesn't really do anything fancy.

Can see her ordering a caramel macchiato.

Definitely after to cool off/relax.

Mirage

Just hot black coffee, dark roast.

Before and after, probably the only thing he drinks tbh.

Octane

He's constantly trying everything, forgets if he's tried one before, and gets it again. Also, always asking the barista for recommendations or what something is.

Never give him coffee, please, he doesn't shut up and his ADD/ADHD goes crazy.

He'd either order before or after/doesn't have a preference.

Wattson

Same as Mirage, he likes to try EVERYTHING, but he likes to try putting anything and everything into one single drink. Including his stim.

The barista's last brain cell eventually explodes and just gives him a latte, in which he, of course, puts his stim in it.

For the love of god, keep coffee away from him. If you think his fidgeting is bad now, just you wait, HE WILL NOT STAND STILL.

Definitely an order before a game, just to give him even more energy (that he really doesn't need).

She'd be a blender or refresher kinda girl. She'd like the smooth texture along with being able to taste the flavor more than the coffee, but she definitely would love the Star Drink from Starbucks as well.

Before or after, a nice refreshment to either get herself ready for the game or cool off after a long game.

Revenant

Crypto

Definitely just a regular chai, iced or hot, doesn't have a preference. He doesn't get anything added in it but changes the milk to either oat or almond.

Most likely sipping on it while working so before and after.

Loba

Can't drink, but if he even could, straight fucking whiskey.

Before and after, he wouldn't care.

Rampart

She would definitely get an iced white mocha with raspberry added, along with raspberry or vanilla cold foam on top and oat milk.

Definitely, after as a way to cool off (yknow how she is when she sees rev 🙄)

Horizon

She'd go for a dirty chai, it gives it a toastier taste and she loves the added espresso to give her more energy throughout the day to keep her up and working.

Before and after, probably get it before, sip on it, then come back to the same drink after and continue it.

Fuse

Medium roast with some oat milk for creamer and may add a nutty syrup to give it some flavor. But if she's in a hurry, just the medium roast, she's fine with black coffee too.

Most likely, after when she's back to her work, she might get some before if she needs a quick wake-up.

He's definitely not a coffee person, more on the alcohol side of drinking. If Houndy took him to the coffee shop, he'd probably go for a small black coffee so he could put his beer or whiskey into it to mix.

Probably after since he'd be with Houndy.

Seer

Valkyrie

Chai latte with oat milk and matcha cold foam on top. The mix between the earthy taste of matcha mixed with the cinnamon flavor of chai makes a perfect cozy combo hot or cold, and she loves it, that is, if she's not drinking.

Before and after, she'll drink it even during the game if she really wanted.

Ash

Some fruity ass shit

Definitely a refresher of some sort, mixes the strawberry acai with the passion tango tea, or the pineapple passion with the passion tango tea.

Would most likely wait until after the game.

Mad Maggie

Can't drink, but would most likely go for a medium roast over ice, added milk as creamer.

It would definitely be after the games. She deals with so much shit.

Newcastle

She'd use the coffee shop to cover up the fact that she's drinking her whiskey. She's not a beer drinker like Fuse. It's straight whiskey for her. She'd get a black coffee, roast isn't a preference, and then mix in her whiskey.

Before and after, she's tired of everyone's shit.

Vantage

Black coffee, medium roast, splash of half & half on the top, maybe some vanilla syrup or sugar cane to sweeten it.

Most likely before, to wake himself up enough and be prepared, morning coffee is a dad essential.

Catalyst

Not much of a coffee person instead prefers the non espresso drinks, especially the fruity choices. The Dragon Drink from Starbucks would be something she'd choose, especially blended.

Before or after, not a preference for her. If it was a hot day, especially after.

Ballistic

Not a hot coffee kinda girl, even in cold weather, loves iced coffee/drinks. Especially loves the tea lemonades. On a hot day, a fruity tea with lemonade, on a cold day, an iced cold brew with a nutty flavored cold foam on top.

Before or after, either works for her.

Conduit

Definitely goes to the coffee shop with Newcastle. Their dad vibes just kick it off nicely, especially when it comes to them both sharing their tastes in coffee. He likes to go for the same as him, but instead of the vanilla, toffee nut is his sweet spot.

Before if he's relaxing prior, but definitely after since he put in a lot of work.

She absolutely loves the coffee shop and goes to it every day to try something new she's never had. She's a sucker for any holiday drinks, hot or cold, especially the Christmas selection.

She tends to go after since she's always talking with the legends a lot before heading into the games.

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