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Mirage-

Just mirage p l e a s e

The lore has been so mean to him lately I just wanna kiss Elliot Witt on his stoopid little face-

Simple ask just soft GN cuddles with pretty boy

He deserves it 🥺

Alone for Just a Moment | Elliott "Mirage" Witt

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Reader: Gender Netural| they/them | Romantic

A/N: YOOO I have a cuz named chase. anyways. I also love your profile picture., also I'm assuming GN means gender-neutral instead of Good Night

Warnings: Bloodhound and Fuse cannot keep it in there pants,

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"No!"

"yes! Y/n I am telling you!" Loba spoke.

Y/n and Loba laughing over dinner at the mess hall.

"And don't get me started on the nails, please," She complained, "I should just have the nail tech live with me at this point."

Y/n chuckled, "What about my nails-"

"Please, don't start ruining them with acrylics." She took Y/n's hand into hers, "You know, I wouldn't mind seeing dark green on you, you know green that looks black but in the sun looks like...a velvet green!"

"Ooo! That sounds cool!"

"When will they stop talking." Mirage rolled his eyes.

"Aye! if you're bothered by it, go take your babe back!" Walter tried to persuade, "Aint that right Houndy? Like when I take ya back?"

"Walter!" Bloodhound argued, an unmistakable tone of embarrassment to their voice, "...continue."

"Oh, I will."

Mirage groaned.

"Don't worry Elliott!" Wattson tried to cheer, "I'm sure Y/n will come around soon!"

"Tea, the day has been long," Crypto spoke, setting the tea in front of Wattson.

"Thank you!" She cheered with a smile, grabbing Crytpo's hands to tug him to sit down, "Sit sit!"

He did only on account of her, Wattson giving him the biggest love-pounding heart-stopping smile.

"You are beautiful."

"Tae Joon!" She was flustered, it easy to spot as her face became red..

"You may try and run Houndy, but I will always find my way back to you."

"Walter- Please!" Bloodhound laughed.

"Just like the cherry blossoms." Crypto smiled, "I'll take you to see them."

"Really!" Wattson cheered, eyes lighting up, "I'd love that!"

"Anything for you."

"fact, why don't you treat ol' Fitzroy to the money maker." Walter purred.

"You will have to wait my love." Bloodhound protested playfully, "There are people present."

"Never stopped me before, plus dinners gettin' cold anyway, there are far better things to be eating, don't ya agree?"

Mirage tried to cut in unbelievable to what was happening in front of him.

"I know of a crepe place along the way," Crypto spoke.

"Let's go now!"

"But dinner-"

"Why eat when there are sweets to be had!" Wattson cheered getting up and pulling Crypto off with a jump in her step.

"Guys!"

"I suppose there are better things to be fed." Bloodhound purred.

"I like the sound of that!" Fuse spoke.

"hey wait- what-"

Fuse happily pulled Bloodhound along.

"Hello?" Mirage asked still getting no answer.

Fall sucked. Everybody falls in love, off doing...other lovely dovey things, and he was alone, watching the love of his life being talked up by Loba: she knew everything to say, and how to say it. He wouldn't be surprised if he was soon falling out of his relationship anytime soon.

He felt, alone, both mentally and physically.

His eyes were covered, "Guess who it is?" They smiled.

"Uh..." He spoke in thought, a signature smile on his face, "I don't know! Honestly!"

"it's me." Y/n teased, their arms wrapping around Elliot's neck.

"That was my next guess!" He defended, Y/n chuckling into his neck.

"what are you doing here all alone?"

"ah, ya know!" He spoke, "Takin' in the sights."

"Ah yes, the mess hall is quite beautiful." Y/n teased kissing Mirage's cheek, "I'm off for now."

"uh, where?" Mirage asked, leaning up to look up at them, "if, you don't mind me asking."

"Loba wanted to show me some nail stuff." Y/n answered, "And Obi asked to see me."

"Oh! Yeah! Yeah!" Mirage smiled, and Y/n cocked an eyebrow.

"your hiding something," Y/n commented.

"No, not at all. Do I need to hide anything? I don't need to hide anything, not from you-"

"and your rambling, someone's either upset, nervous, or over-excited." Y/n spoke, taking a seat next to Mirage, "What's wrong now? Unless you're overly excited for breakfast tomorrow?"

Mirage chuckled, "no."

Y/n frowned, reaching out to hold Mirage's hand, "Go ahead, tell me."

Mirage moved his hand, Y/n frowning, "Mirage."

He was silent as he played with his food, "Elliot..."

Y/n's hand reached out, caressing Mirage's cheek, Mirage's head turned without a fight, his eyes still lowered, avoiding eye contact.

"Elliot, please, look at me, tell me what's wrong," Y/n protested, "lets fix it, together; like we always do."

"Are...we good for each other?" Elliott asked.

Y/n was shocked, what kind of question was that?

"I think we're perfect." Y/n spoke up, "Not even death could keep me away from you..."

He smiled softly, leaning into's Y/n's touch, Y/n smiling softly as they ran their fingers along Elliott's cheekbone feeling a small cut.

"Odd," Y/n spoke softly.

"What?" Elliott asked.

Y/n stifled a soft chuckle, gliding over another mark, "So many flaws, makes up perfection."

Elliott looked up, his gaze catching Y/n's white rose eyes, they soft and full of love as he looked at Y/n.

"Come on," Y/n spoke standing up hand out to Elliott who took it with a smile.

Y/n led Elliott to their room, it is not uncommon for Elliott to stay the night in Y/n's room.

"Let's turn in early for the night." Y/n told him, "I think we both deserve that."

It was easy, getting undressed for bed, they help one another out of their clothes which ended up on the floor, Y/n pulling Elliott in for a playful kiss which sent them accidentally into the bed, the two laughing happily.

"You are not wearing this to bed." Y/n protested, taking the goggles off Elliott's head.

"Always ready for action."

Y/n rolled their eyes playfully, hanging the goggles on the bedpost, and settling back down into their side of the bed.

Elliott closed the gap between them head laying on Y/n's chest, listening to his lover's heartbeat.

"get some sleep babe," Y/n spoke softly, Elliott humming in response.

"I love you."

Y/n smiled, "I love you too."

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Me Too | Mirage x Reader

The sweet floofy stuff with Elli. though, NSFW.

As this is Mirage, we will give him the ‘ol cliche of doing it in front of the mirror.

‘Cause he’s cute guys, and he needs the love. 

Plus he’s like... a momma’s boy lol. That’s cute.

Word Count: 1640

Me Too

Earlier that night you'd been at the Paradise Lounge, keeping your trickster friend company throughout the working hours until it was just you two and a few complimentary drinks that had you both just a bit too honest with each other.

You weren't drunk, neither of you was, but maybe just a bit close to tipsy, enough for you to have been the one to put a rather crazy idea out there first.

And it was enough to have him put no hesitation between your question and his answer.

It was also close enough for him to take it a step further and admit that he's fantasized about it before, that it'd come to mind so many times before, that, he’d dreamed of it too.

And it'd been only fair for you to tell him that it'd been the same for you.

Sure, you guys always flirted, but playfully.

You never went out in the open with your sex life, until then.

"- That long?" Mirage said with half amusement, half shock.

"Yes!" you said with a bit of bite, embarrassed at the way he gawked at you like it was something to really laugh at.

Annoyed, you crossed you arms and turned your nose a different direction, “So just shut up!” you added, regretting having told him.

He noted your insult and began to chuckle, seeming nervous, " Hey, Hey, calm down!" he said back.

"Don't look at me like that," he added, holding back from shrinking under your darkened gaze.

“I just can’t believe it,” he admitted. 

  "- If it makes you feel better... it's been a while for me too," he confessed.

And that innocent little conversation had led to you following him back to his place, both of you enthusiastic, sneaking in like two devious kids up to no good.

Even if there was no one home, you followed behind him as he tugged you along, laughing when he almost tripped over his own footing, very clearly excited.

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- It’s weird.

Anything new would sometimes be strange, but this, this new thing was definitely something you would have never thought to do, even alone.

It wasn't as though it was some taboo act, but even then, watching yourself in such a state was awkward.

Well, at first it was, because slowly, you eased into the act.

' I mean... it IS weird,' You tell yourself.

 'But... but hot too, ' you think quickly, correcting yourself while your (e/c) colored eyes cannot help but slowly trail over the reflection before you, stopping at the alluring sight with half-lidded eyes that had slowly fallen from their initial wide-eyed setting.

You'd wanted to look away at first, but there was something about you being on display, handled by such a beautiful man that had you attentive, unable to look away to where slowly, your shame dwindled into nonexistence. 

Before then, the first thing you'd seen was your own eyes. 

That's what you found focus on first to try and collect yourself, unprepared for how easily you'd slip into the act.

 They'd been teary and wide-eyed in the beginning , seeming utterly shamed while the rest of you seemed to have no trace of dignity, no shamefulness that forces you to whither nor shy away.

Almost dumbly, you stare before you, bewitched by the beautiful man that also watches while the rest of his body gives you its attention.

Dark eyes sweet as the cocoa with a touch of light crème give their attention that is touched by so much sweetness your heart flutters. 

There's something especially lovely about him at that point which should be nothing but sensual heat. 

In the midst of that moment, there is a charming touch that makes you feel adored. 

It makes you feel beautiful.

And you have to remind yourself that this isn't something between two lovers, two people that have confessed their feelings as something other than simple lust. 

-  It's just that... right?

You try and keep the wings that have sprouted from your beating heart  weighed down enough so it doesn't soar to high, so it doesn’t start to believe in something that wasn’t there.

‘We’re just...fucking.’ You remind yourself, and briefly you think to yourself that what little alcohol had, had you giddy hadn’t lasted.

Perhaps that's what Elliot feels for you ; lust. 

  Maybe that’s what it is, even if his eyes say something else as they stare back at you through the reflection.

Maybe  that's all he really feels even as his chest  firmly presses against your back, making your hearts neighbors, at certain points sharing the same beat as though they speak the same language known only to them.

You know you are on the verge of tears, the thin sheet of moisture gathering so thickly as you bring your eyes so close that little drops threaten to drip down from them.

Meanwhile, You huff out, your hips bucking with each little jolt his fingers force you to act out as he presses them down over your sensitive bud. All the while, he continues to thrust into you from behind, his pace a slow, sensual roll that surprises you with every other deep, abrupt thrust that earns him squealed-out curses that are then proceeded by his name.

Something in you feels like too much, and urgency fills you. 

Your voice, even in its softest breath fails you, leaving you with a little hiccup that was supposed to be a call to him.

Overwhelmed, you do the only thing you can, your hips wiggling desperately, and he seems to get the message, picking up his own pace. His wet digits also change it up, leaving you tilting your head back, your eyes rolling up before they closed tightly.

one of your hand's skim over your chest, the act you are used to done out of instinct. Your hand normally clutches your shirt, but instead, it just hovers over your chest, not doing anything but being suspended as your body breaks out in little shivers.

Your hand is empty before warmth falls over it, encasing it. 

His free hand has yours held, and he manages to worm his fingers in between the spaces yours leaves for him. 

It's a touch of sugar and spice as he still pleases you, fucking you passionately while the hand that holds you comes up to his lips, the bare underside of your palm kissed tenderly.

It is then that those damned tears that you've held in and have clung to your lashes finally fall. 

Silently, they escape and so does his name in a breath that's terribly sweet, undeniably marked by the feeling of adoration you feel for him. 

You become undone, the little murmurs that leave you after you've become a mess are indecipherable. For the most part they're not something he understands but listens to attentively nonetheless, focused enough that he captures two that make his heart jump.

Without warning, your back is then pressed to the mattress, and Elliot’s hands hold your wrists down as he hovers over you, looking down at you with those pretty, dark eyes that have you melting.

 Even if the entire time he's been staring at you through the reflection, it's then when you are right before him, face to face that you feel completely vulnerable.

Your face is heated, and you want to hide. You have an urgency to as you turn away, looking aside. 

His reaction is to smile, the charming grin coming in view as he leans down and gives you a little peck on the cheek you present him.

Your eyes move over to him and you bite your lip as you give him that shrinking look that only makes him want to kiss you more. 

Another peck falls on your cheek, but it's lower than the first, grazing the corner of your mouth, luring you back to him. 

Slowly, you turn back to him, and you respond to the kiss that follows. 

Your lips melt together, and you close your eyes to savor it, focusing on the feeling of his soft lips, the smell of his delicious aroma, and the taste of his undeniable sweetness.

You hardly notice that he lets go, the grip on your wrists gone, and before long those big hands fall onto your cheeks as he smothers you into an especially deep one, one that has you completely breathless.

He withdraws, and his lips are inches from yours, his pretty eyes gazing into yours as he responds to your earlier confession, 

 "... I love you too..." he says. 

He only has the nerve to admit it at that very moment, only after knowing your feelings.

He knows he talks a lot sometimes, going on and on.

- About work, about his day, 

…About his mom.

He's well aware that it can get annoying having to answer him at such inconvenient times, especially after he talks to the elder woman and his voice is unfamiliar to her.

Even if he’s thankful every time she comes to,  he knows that one day he’ll remain a stranger.

- And it’s then that he can only think of you, the one person that manages to lift the corners of his mouth up. 

Somehow, you mange to make him smile through the tears. 

Gently, he wipes them away as a little chuckle escapes him, and sometimes he gathers the courage to ask you what you’re doing, and if you have time to see him.

He knows that you have so many other options, other people that would jump at the chance to be with you.  

-  He kisses you with that love he’s held silent, and you respond back with it too.

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Throw Him Off His Rhythm: Mirage x Reader

Fandom: Transformers Rotb

Summary: After getting caught and subsequently losing a bet he made to his human, Mirage now finds himself having to follow through with his end of the deal.

Words: 1,517

Warnings: Masturbating, handjobs, Sub/Dom, orgasm denial

A/N: The reader is written as gender-neutral. I did indeed spend a little time today figuring out an average size estimate for how big a cybertrionians spike would be (more specifically Mirages) relative to them and their humans because I needed something to like visualise or something. Can’t lie I may be on my way to making a table of transformers and how big their spikes are, if you by primus wanna see that let me know XD

Enjoy the fic.

"Shit. Shit. Shit." The string of curses leaves Mirage's vocaliser as he awkwardly shimmied down the narrow alleyway.

"Why'd the perfect spot have to be so fragging, hard to get to." Mindful of his finish he carefully squeezes out of the alley into the outdoor courtyard. 

Sure it wasn't the nicest looking or biggest of hiding spots, but it was private and quiet. Panelling sliding open as he sits on the ground, leaning back against the brick wall he sighs in relief as his burning spike pressurises already dripping transfluid.

"Frag finally, for a second thought I was going to burst a line." Servo quickly dives down to wrap around his spike and he bites back a moan as his servo begins to stroke at a fast pace, aching to relieve the burning pressure.

"You couldn't wait until after the meeting?" Helm hitting the wall behind him as he groans, of course it couldn’t and you knew that all too well otherwise you wouldn’t have followed him out here.

Although amusing at the time making, a bet to see who could go the longest without needing to fuck or masturbate wasn’t his most brilliant idea. In his defence he thought humans weren’t capable of going more than a day let alone a week without having to self-service themselves, all but certain he’d have the win in the bag.

It didn’t help him that you’d poke and provoke his imagination, you’d butter him up with your sweet words which had done more than just stroke at his ego. Not-so-subtle innuendos had on more than one occasion almost had his interface panels sliding back, it’s a miracle he had managed to last this long.

“Obviously not.” Servo still stroking his spike as he speaks optics looking everywhere but your eyes, he doesn’t need need to look at your face to see the grin that spreads across it. “I can see that but aren’t you forgetting something?” Your words tease him as a huff of annoyance leaves his intake, slowly making your way over to him you lean against the wall next to him.

“Fine. Fine. You win. You a human can outlast me a cybertronian. Happy now? Cuz I could really use some help.” Continues to stroke his spike as other servo reaches out to grab you, when you quickly dart out of his reach a whined gasp leaves him.

"W-what? Come on you can’t be serious.” You chuckle at his needy response no doubt in your mind that if your roles were reversed he would have teased you.

“But didn’t you say the winner could order the looser around for an entire week?” Smugness dripped off your words as you watched his frame slump forward, a defeated sigh leaving him.

“Yeah, but I thought you’d just wanna be on top or something. Not like. Not like leave me hanging.” Sending the best puppy dog eyes he could muster your way, hoping you’d cave into his needs.

“Mirage. You wouldn’t be trying to go back on your word, would you?” A fake look of disappointment briefly covers your face as carefully move around his legs coming to a stop by his pedes.

“What!? Of course not! I mean, after so long I figured that you'd. You know, wanna fool around." Servos still as he watches you contemplate and tries to stop his legs from bouncing impatiently as he waits for your response. A devious look spreads across your eyes as you walk between his legs, hand coming up to trace between the seams as you move closer.

"I suppose, a little fun now wouldn't hurt. If you promise to stand by your word and do exactly as I say." Missing the dark edge of your words as he moans out a string of yes. Now standing in front of his leaking spike you give him a playful smile as you tap the servo that had slowly resumed its stroking.

"Servos by your side's big boy and no matter what. You don't touch me or your spike." Words are spoken as if you're sending him into battle, your hands gently caressing the metal and seams around his heated array.

"Sir yes sir!~" The chuckle he lets out after his own words are cut off by a soft moan and his servos drop-down like rocks off a bridge, digits grip the ground as your breath fans over his spike.

"Good." You hum as one hand trails up to his spike while the other continues to tease the wires between his seams.

Your eyes watch his faceplate like a predator, his optics offlining and scrunching up when your hand delicately runs up his spike. Shifting your gaze back down to his spike,  your fingers briefly graze over the tip blue biolights pulse at the touch and a gaspe escape his intake. Fingers move back down as your hand begins to slowly stoke easily gliding thanks to all the pre-leaked transfluid.

"Frag." A moaned whisper breaks from him as his hips twitch and he desperately holds back from thrusting them into your hand.

A chuckle escapes you, eyes moving back to his faceplate as they keenly watch him bite his derma as his helm hits the wall behind it. Digits dig into the ground below them, frame shifting uncomfortably as you barely increase the speed of your hand and a whine slips out and his optics online.

"Please baby. Frag you're killing me here." Optics looking down at you and he groans as a smirk briefly returns to your face.

"Aww, I'm sorry." A fake pout spreads over your face as your hand begins to stroke a little faster, eyes never leaving him as your mouth moves in closer to his spike.

"Would you like me to go a little faster?" The teasing words fan hot air over the sensitive tip of his spike and have his hips jolting up. Spike almost pushing into your mouth you move your head back with a chuckle and your hand speeds up.

"Yes! Please babes! Frag I wanna be inside you so bad!" Optics offlining as his words fall out along with his desperate moans as your mouth moves away.

Your other hand finally leaves the cluster of wires it had been teasing to wander to his spike, your thumb firmly runs over the tip and he gasps out. Frame shaking you can see the strain in his servos as he desperately keeps them from reaching out to grab you. Hand stroking faster as your fingers tease around his leaking tip, whined moans leave his vocaliser as he approaches his overloaded and you bite your lip holding back your own moan.

"Frag babes I'm so close! Frag yes. Yes." The words fall freely from him as his spike throbs, biolights pulsing quicker as he almost reaches the tipping point of his pleasure and just like that your hands pull away.

"What?! Frag babes you ok? I'm almost there." The desperation, confusion and slight concern are evident in his voice as his optics look down to identify the reason for your sudden lack of touch.

When his optics catch the devious smile spread across your face as your hands link behind your back, the realisation of your motives slowly comes to his lust-filled processor.

"No please! You can't! Babes come on. Just a little more! Don't leave me like this! I-I'm almost done then- you can ride my face place however long you want after! Please." Panicked and pleading for you to tip him over the edge, his legs shake and servos hit the ground in frustration but never make any move towards you or his spike.

The pleasure that surges throughout your body as you watch him in such a state of need and want, you almost want to jump on his spike then and there. Unlike your partner, you have a lot more self-restraint.

"I said I'd have a little fun. Nothing about letting you overload." You hum out enjoying the look of needy frustration that covers his faceplate.

"Come one. Babe's I've been good! I-I didn't touch-." His babbling words are cut off by your own stern ones.

"Good and you'll keep it that way." Smirk dissipates into your normal loving smile as you shift from between his legs.

"What no!" Shifting to his knees as you continue to walk into the small alley. "You can't leave me like this!" 

"I think I will." You muse out as you wave your hand for him to follow. 

"Perhaps I'll change my mind a little later. Until then we've gotta get back to the others." You call out from the end of the alley, not missing the small sob and whine that comes from him as you make your way back into the building.

"This is going to be so much fun if he can keep his servos away from his spike." You think to yourself as apologize to the others for your brief absence, trying to hide your smirk when a rather tense and twitchy Mirage tries to sneak his way back into the building.

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hi! could you do i mirage x fem bot where she's kinda got the build of a mech and is super self conscious about it. and when noah and elena meet her they think she's a mech and she gets upset and they've got no clue whats going on but mirage does and he comforts her? sorry if this doesn't make sense 🫶

Just the Way You Are

ROTB Mirage x Femme Autobot Reader

Warnings: None

Word Count: 1300

You had heard much about the Autobots’ human allies. As you waited patiently inside a warehouse which was the current hideout for Optimus Prime and the Autobots, you couldn’t help but feel excited. You had never directly interacted with humans during your short time on Earth, and you were looking forward to finally meeting them. Shortly after the Transwarp key had sent its beacon into the cosmos, you had followed its signal in your ship to Earth. This is where you would come to join up with the Autobots and make this planet your temporary new home. 

As for your new comrades, you found them to be welcoming but you got along with some better than others. Of course you regarded Optimus with the utmost respect, but he wasn’t much for conversation and you didn’t want to risk embarrassing yourself in front of him. Arcee was informative and kind; Bumblebee was quirky and fun; but Mirage definitely made you feel far more comfortable. Actually, he made you laugh quite a bit, and despite Mirage’s antics often butting heads with Optimus, you couldn’t help but want to spend more time with him. Besides, he was highly in-tune with human culture and close friends with their human companions. 

Your thoughts were interrupted as you heard the familiar rev of Mirage’s engine, causing you to transform from your vehicle mode into your Cybertronian form. In usual Mirage-fashion, the mech peeled into the warehouse in his Porsche vehicle mode before halting to a sudden stop. You couldn’t help but roll your optics slightly, thinking to yourself Always with the dramatic entrance. 

As Mirage parked, both the driver’s side and passenger doors opened, allowing two humans to emerge. Once his cab was empty, Mirage transformed from his vehicle mode and stretched his limbs. As he glanced around, Mirage’s optics focused on you, “Hey, Y/N! Ready to meet my friends?” His tone was upbeat and full of excitement as he beamed with eagerness. You took a few steps forward before focusing your gaze towards the two small human figures standing before you. “I’m glad to meet your acquaintance. I am Y/N,” you lower your frame slightly, trying to decrease the height difference as much as you can. 

Mirage steps in to introduce everyone, “Y/N, this is my boi, Noah, and the badass Elena.” Both Noah and Elena smile up at you, with Noah stepping forward to address you, “Y/N, it’s an honor to meet you. It’s great to have another Autobot on the team. Maybe Mirage, you, and me can head out on the town afterwards. Just the three of us guys hanging out.” Before you can fully process Noah’s words, Elena chimes in, “It’s nice to have you joining us, Y/N. Hopefully Mirage and Noah don’t rub off on you too much. Honestly, we don’t need too many boys misbehaving after all.” 

You pause briefly, taking in what you just heard, Do they think I’m a… mech? You tried to keep your thoughts to yourself, attempting to force your emotions to the back of your mind. As much as you tried, you couldn’t stop the surge of emotions that would ultimately bubble to the surface. You were aware that your frame build wasn’t as feminine as a bot such as Arcee. That you were built thicker and more muscular than the average femme on Cybertron, a fact that had plagued you even before the war, as many a mech would make a jab at your more masculine appearance and voice. It all would become too much, and your body language betrayed your thoughts and feelings. 

Noah and Elena watched you in confusion, unsure of what was bothering you. Noah stepped forward to speak, “Hey, Y/N, are you okay? Was it something we said?” 

Unable to contain your emotions any longer, you turned suddenly and glared down at 

Noah and Elena. “Yes it was something you said! It’s something that everyone, human or Cybertronian, apparently has to point out!” Your words came out in a tone of both anger and agony. You would swiftly turn away and transform into your alt mode, before driving out of the warehouse, your destination: anywhere but here. 

Both Noah and Elena are left speechless and with a sense of guilt, although they had no idea why. Mirage looked down at the two of them and gestured to Noah, “Hey, don’t worry about it. I’ve got this.” He quickly shuffled away from them both, transforming into his vehicle mode then driving off in pursuit of Y/N. After a short drive, Mirage follows your trail to a secluded and abandoned lighthouse on the edge of the bay. Mirage had been here before and knew this was usually where you went to relax or calm down after a hard day. Mirage transformed from his vehicle mode and walked around the exterior of the lighthouse, finding you sitting down, your back leaned against the building. He notices your dour demeanor and softly speaks, “Hey… Y/N, are you feeling alright?”

Although you weren’t expecting Mirage to follow you after your outburst, you weren’t surprised as he was Mirage after all. You kept your gaze averted from Mirage, “...I could be better…”

 Mirage tries to keep a positive attitude and sits beside you, scooching closer to you, “I’m really sorry for Noah and Elena… I promise you they didn’t mean to offend you. Even humans can make mistakes and I’ll let them know what’s up.” His optics are locked onto you, his expression soft but clearly full of concern. 

“I’m sorry if I overreacted, but… it’s not just them, it’s just… everything and it’s hard not to be affected by it.” Your entire life you had to struggle with your appearance and how so many Cybertronians mistook your gender. You always tried to ignore and deny how this made you feel, but there was only so much you could handle. Despite having known him for a short time, Mirage had always tried to make you feel better in his own quirky way. You always laughed at his jokes and you were always down to join him on patrols or occasionally risk a lecture from Prime after breaking curfew. Primus forbid anyone should know you had developed a crush on him, although you never thought you had a chance with someone like him. 

Sensing your distress, Mirage shifts towards you and places a servo on your shoulder. “Y/N, I’m gonna be honest with you. You’re cute as hell and I think you are one of the finest femmes in the universe.” He flashes a brief smirk before his expression changes to be softer and more vulnerable. Mirage begins to go off on details about your personality and how he finds your mannerisms absolutely adorable. But this mech isn’t done yet. “Don’t get me started on how a chick who could bench me is beyond hot as slag. And don’t get me started on what’s ‘feminine.’ Cause what even defines that? Tall, short, skinny, built, thick, all the same to me.” He fires off a shameless wink towards you before clearing his throat and re-focusing, “Look, Y/N, I’m sorry I haven’t told you sooner, but I really like you. As in… ‘like you’ like you. But… I understand if you don’t feel the sam–”

Before Mirage can finish his sentence, you wrap your arms around him and pull him close, planting a soft kiss on his cheek. Catching yourself, you quickly pull away embarrassed, “...I-i’m sorry…! I don’t know what came over me—” You are in-turn surprised as Mirage brings you close once more and kisses you, 

As his lips slowly pull away, Mirage smirks to you, “I one-million percent feel the same.” 

END

#transformers #transformers rotb #transformers oneshot #mirage transformers #mirage #transformers x reader #transformers x y/n #transformers x reader insert

[purplecat9858]

I got a cute scenario for Mirage and Noah fic writers

Mirage watches and hears Kris talk about how bad Noah cooking sucks then tries it despite not being able to taste but nobody knows

Noah: Hey man what do you think? Doe it taste as bad as my brother and mom says it to be?

Mirage: Give me a few more servings it's the bomb

#transformers #mirage #rise of the beasts #transformers: rise of the beasts #miroah #transformers rotb #mirage x noah #oneshot #story ideas #noah diaz

[jaziplier]

Basim Ibn Ishaq - Oneshots

• Basim is a shithead. As the assassin tasked to protect you from harm, it seems like he continuously gets you in trouble instead.

• You could be walking down the market, the ripe, golden sheen of the sun battering down on the fresh fruit that you want to eat so badly. Basim catches your eye, and soon enough you’re holding a delicious apple in your hands.

• “What? You looked like you wanted it, who am I to deny you hm?”

• The next minute he has your hand clasped in his, running through the dense city, his laughter echoing in your ears.

• He takes his job very seriously, weaving in and out of the Round City, appearing in front of you in narrow alleys, often times without warning.

• His dusty brown hair littered with sand, drapes over his eyes as he pushes you gently against the stone alley wall. “Did you miss me?” He smiles softly.

• He is close to you, but he still manages to keep a respectable distance.

• Your heart beats like crazy for Basim. You cannot ever fake that, and he knows.

• Oh does he know.

• He adores to take advantage of your shyness, and slips in some gentle Arabic petnames in his speech.

• “Be careful, albi, it’s a dangerous road ahead.”

• “The moon is big and bright tonight hayati, tonight is the night we go.”

• “Oh I’m fine habibti, don’t worry about me.”

• He also knows arabic isn’t your first language, and he loves to watch you struggle with certain words, the way your mouth moves, the way he wishes to catch his lips against yours.

• You both enjoy sitting on the rooftops of Baghdad, spreading out on the persian rug under you, the stars swimming over your head.

• You love telling Basim about the different constellations in the sky, astronomy that you had learned at the House of Wisdom.

• And he loves to watch you. He loves as the moonlight strokes your features, dancing upon the highs and lows of your face. Your voice is like the sweetest birdsong in his ears. He adores you. You may not understand, but he would do anything to keep you safe from harm.

• In moments of danger he turns into a different person. Pushing you behind him, he is a quick and efficient fighter, rarely loosing his battles.

• Basim is clumsy however, and he is not exempt from a few bruises and cuts.

• But he doesn’t care, it just means that you will dote over him more.

• When you come home you fuss over his wounds, making him take his shirt off so you can assess the situation better.

• His lean, muscular yet battered body catches your breath, and you’re stuck staring at him for a while, which makes him smile.

• Basim loves you, and he’s unable to wait any longer. He closes the distance between the both of you, pulling you into him with a hand on the small of your back. He yanks you close, his breath dancing on your lips. It’s almost as if he’s nervous about something, perhaps he can hear your heart beating out of your chest.

• You put your hands on his chest to steady him, to help him understand that you love him just as much as he loves you. His warm skin feels soft, yet rugged under your hands, as you run your hands over his torso.

• A singular glance from you, looking up to him through your eyelashes, is more than enough to send him over the edge.

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ok this one is fluffy and kinda simple cuz im just testing the waters with Basim to write more… ahem… 18+ stuff in the future. ANYWAY I HOPE ITS OKAY!!!

#basim ibn ishaq #ac basim #ac mirage #assassin’s creed mirage #assassin's creed #oneshot

[gardenofchrome]

ROTB Mirage Oneshot

On vaca rn, enjoy this pre written Mirage one shot from my fic on Wattpad

𝕾𝖔𝖓𝖌 𝖋𝖔𝖗 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝕮𝖍𝖆𝖕𝖙𝖊𝖗: 'Hey Mickey!' by Baby Tate

*𝘙𝘖𝘛𝘉 𝘔𝘪𝘳𝘢𝘨𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 *𝘨𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝘯𝘦𝘶𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘭 𝘊𝘺𝘣𝘦𝘳𝘵𝘳𝘰𝘯𝘪𝘢𝘯* 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳*

"Mirage, Y/N, you two are not allowed outside of this area for the time being," Optimus tells the bots in front of him.

"What?!" The two Cybertronians in question groan simultaneously.

"Your reckless actions almost caused the humans to discover us, and for the Decepticons to find out our location. So, you two are confined here until further notice."

"Oh c'mon sir, it was just a little race, there’s no harm in that," Mirage complains.

Optimus casts him a disapproving look. 

"Optimus sir, why should I be punished for his s***ty actions, I was just following him to make sure he didn't get in serious trouble," you say. "I don't think I should be stuck here with him for a long period of time."

"Exact- hey!" Mirage turns to you, and glares. 

"This is not up for debate." Optimus continues before he walks away. 

You climb up in the rafters while Mirage flops down on the ground. "Thanks a lot," you mumble. 

"Yo, you decided to follow me," he responds, while he looks up at you. "I ain't responsible for your stupid actions."

You scoff and try to lay down on the rafters before you decide not to as the thin metal groaned under the weight. 

You climb down and went next to Mirage, laying down beside him. "Sorry I guess," he mumbles quietly. 

"Nah, it's not your fault," you say. "Not completely anyways."

Silence falls upon the two of you. "Ok, I'm turning on the radio," Mirage says. "This is getting reallllly uncomfortable."

He starts playing popular tracks on the radio, and the sound fills the room. You both hum the tune of the songs, and you felt your optics growing heavy,  feeling more relaxed than you ever had during the war. 

You decide to fall into recharge, drifting off to the darkness with the music playing in the background. 

-

When you wake, you find that your head was resting comfortably in the nook of Mirage's shoulder, his arm laying across your abdomen. You turn your head slowly, seeing that he was in recharge too. You stay still, not wanting to wake him, the music still playing softly in the background. 

When he did wake, Mirage looks startled slightly. "Oh, uh, sorry."

You smile softly. "You're good, Mirage."

You two continue to lay there, Mirage turning up the volume on his radio. You two sing along to the lyrics of the song, mostly interrupted by you laughing hysterically at his singing skills. "I should join a band or something," Mirage says to you. 

You giggle. "Yeah, sure."

You both laugh and continue singing until night falls, and Mirage and you fall into recharge once more. 

-

Optimus walks into the area once more and sees the two of you laying side by side, your head on his chassis and his head on top of yours. He quirks an optic ridge but leaves, deciding not to disturb you two. 

-

When you two wake again, you sit up, brushing your frame off. "D***, I really need a repaint."

Mirage snorts. "No kidding."

You punch him in the shoulder. "You know, I really hate you sometimes."

"Right back at ya, Y/N/N"

-

Will be rewritten eventually

#transformers #autobots #mirage #transformers rise of the beasts #rotb mirage #oneshot #transformer oneshot #cybertron #cybertronian reader #mirage <33 #ROTB mirage one shot

[aamakuruu]

Niko as Shyna from Silhouette Mirage

#Oneshot (game) #Silhouette Mirage #fan art

[bunnysdaydreams]

Apex Legends find out Reader’s been cheated on

This one shot is gender neutral so everyone can enjoy

Mirage (Elliott Witt)

When Mirage sees you down in the dumps sitting in a booth all by yourself he goes over to you

He’s going to be worried because he knows you are always happy go lucky…even when you aren’t

When you tell him that you’ve been cheated on he doesn’t know what to do right away

He’s upset because your sad, but also angry because who hurt you

One part of him wants to find this guys’ house and egg it

And the other part wants him to stay and comfort you

So he does what he thinks is best

He makes you one mean drink and sits with you so you can vent to him

When you are decently drunk he asks you about where this douche bag lives…for later purposes

You tell him and then beg him not to do anything

Everyone knows that Mirage may be a funny and nice guy, but he wasn’t a legend for nothing

“Don’t worry kiddo, Mirage is here to save the day. Also I don’t want you to get sick so you’re only having that drink, ok?”

Crypto (Taejoon Park)

Crypto and you have this little habit, you go somewhere and he miraculously finds you

Well when he finds you today, he is a little shocked on why your eyes a blood shot red

When you tell him about your cheating lover that’s when his mood changes

Just because he’s under an alias doesn’t mean he isn’t an older brother

He immediately finds this person and threatens them, they won’t know who he is

Once he’s done he checks on you to make sure you’re not crying your heart out on someone like that

Once you’re calm he suggests watching some movies…that he totally pirated

Most are Studio Gibli movies, he definitely puts on Ponyo

For you

Totally not him

“I wouldn’t worry about that person any more. Off the grid is the only secure way to go”

Octane (Octavio Silva)

He doesn’t even need to know, to know what happened

Unlike Mirage, Octane lives for dares and stunts

He doesn’t need to be told twice to go and egg this annoyances house

Even better he live streams it to show everyone that this person could not be trusted

He also vandalizes their car and slashed the tires

Anyone who hurts you will have a problem with him

He might also take some selfies here and there to cheer you up

And even though you shouldn’t be happy, you couldn’t help but laugh

Afterwards he’ll run back to your place and have some drinks and snacks for the both of you

And maybe he snagged some good edibles cause he knows you

“Cheer up Amigó! I got the need for speed!”

#apex legends #apex legends fanfiction #apex mirage #elliott witt #mirage x reader #apex crypto #tae joon park #crypto x reader #apex octane #octavio silva #octane x reader #oneshot #x reader #gender neutral post

[tacit-semantics]

Love how quickly the mirage turtles get sent to space like okay we’ve established our setting we’ve got the bare bones of our characters now for the love of god. Send those creatures To The Fucking Moon

#not the moon but you get it. issue four I believe it was?? uhhh one for ‘killing’ shredder possible oneshot. two meet April three car chase! #interlude Raph oneshot and then yeah four for tcri ending with space teleportation time #I’m on five right now!! I read very very slowly sksjsj let’s it sink in and keeps me from getting overwhelmed :) even positive emotion is #strong emotion at the end of the day but besides I do enjoy a good chance to mull. regardless. they’re in space now #tmnt mirage #tacit rambles: tmnt

[twofacecreations]

I have absolutely no clue how to make a poll on this app, so I'll just ask directly.

If I were to write a little oneshot of a cybertronian interacting with a leopard gecko through their human companion, which bot should it be?

I'm thinking of picking from Optimus, Megatron, Starscream, Soundwave, Knockout, Mirage, Bulkhead, or Ratchet. No specific versions, just whichever one I think fits the best, not a big fan of most of the animated versions.

#leopard gecko #reptile #transformers #optimus prime #megatron #starscream #soundwave #knockout #mirage #bulkhead #ratchet #story ideas #oneshot

[marsbar17]

Fuse definitely knew that Mirage was bicurious once he saw him. You can't tell me Fuse isn't the type of guy to flirt with his male friends just to watch them panic like- (nsfw) (yes my first post on this blog is a rare pair nsfw post-)

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• Fuse making comments on Mirage's appearance that he works so hard for, and Mirage is so soft for it.

• "You shaved, eh? You sexy bugger, do it like that more often and I won't be able to resist ya."

• "Your hair looks different today, Elliot."

"Ran out of hair gel, I'm just going to get more right now."

"Come drink with me instead, yeah? I wanna see you like this just a little longer.~"

• Touches that last just long enough, it starts to make Mirage question the others' intentions.

• Taps on Mirage's shoulders to signal directions, but Fuse doesn't take his hand away after. He just rests there, a silent reminder that Fuse is so fucking close behind him.

• An arm around Mirage's waist when they're out together. He shivers as Fuse's thumb gently rubs along his hip bone, and Fuse whispers in his ear about smth related to how bad the drinks are in this joint.

• And Mirage is absolutely ruined by all of it. He's nervous and shaky, and his face hasn't stopped flushing. He wants it so bad.

• Mirage starts getting more and more sexually frustrated from Fuse's advances, flashes of mustaches and metal arms in his mind while he's relieving himself.

• Obviously Fuse notices, and he's so fucking smug about it.

• "What's got you all pissy, mate? Almost got yerself killed this match."

"Just... frustrated."

"Ahhh, I see. Ole' Fusey understands. Who's the lucky fella that's got you all blue-balled?"

• It takes everything in Mirage to restrain himself from just saying, "You."

• Fuse just keeps on teasing though, taking it alllllll the way.

• "Well if this mystery person ain't fixin' your problem anytime soon, I can offer a hand with relieving your stress."

• Mirage is so taken aback, and then he realizes this was Fuse's plan all along.

• Mirage finally gets what he's been wanting, and as Fuse's hand wraps around his length all his pent up feelings come tumbling out of his mouth in one big undecipherable mess.

• "You- I hate y- you~ Making me so- hah~ Fuck... please~ Mm your stupid face~ Stupid h- hands... Fuck 'm close- Walter~"

• And this whole time, all the other legends are like "god dammit just bone already"

#apex legends #apex fuse #walter fitzroy #apex mirage #elliot witt #help im gay #apex headcanons #oneshot #do mirage and fuse have a ship name

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[still-not-over-transformers]

Hii there!

Can I request a Mirage x fem!reader, where the reader is celebrating New year with Noah and the other autobots, and the reader was drinking a lot and got drunk, then became sassy and playful to Mirage.

Thx, I love your writtings btw <3

New Year's Resolutions

ROTB Mirage x Female Human Reader

Word Count: 1400+

Warnings: Drunken Flirting, Alcohol usage, Language

You had been best friends with Noah Diaz since middle school, and remained close while he was in the army. After he was discharged, you often provided him with supplies for his technological tinkering once you scored a job at RadioShack, utilizing your employee discount to get stuff cheap. Noah and his family were like a second family to you, often visiting unannounced at the apartment, bringing snacks and helping Kris with defeating video game bosses. When Noah disappeared whilst on his mission with the Autobots to save the world from being devoured by Unicron, you took care of Kris while his mom went to work. 

After those events ended, you had so many questions for Noah, but he always seemed to give you rather vague answers about a job internship in South America. You knew he was hiding something, but assumed he would tell you when the time was right. Kris was the first to let it slip about Mirage. You chalked it up to a little kid’s imagination, after all Kris played a LOT of video games. 

Then there was the day where you decided to surprise Noah at his shop with the latest tech product Radioshack had released. Since this was to be a surprise, you didn’t announce your presence, instead opting to sneak through the shop. You heard Noah’s voice around a corner, and picked out a second that you didn’t recognize. As you stepped around the corner, you were shocked to find Noah talking casually with a giant fucking robot. Your shock makes you drop the object in your hand, the object clattering on the floor. 

Noah turned around at the sudden sound, clearly not expecting to see you, “Oh shit… Y/N, don’t panic. I can explain.” 

Mirage shot a glare at Noah and raised his arms, “Why are you talking about me like you got caught cheating? Sheesh, that’s the treatment I get, bro?” He turns to look at you, “Look cutie, I’m not gonna hurt anyone here. I’m one of the good giant alien robots.” He winks at you. Mirage leans in towards Noah and quietly whispers, “Where have you been hiding her? Why didn’t you introduce me?” Noah brushes him off, clearly not in the mood for Mirage’s antics. 

While you’re taken aback by the tall, blue robot before you, you’re calmed slightly by Mirage’s chill and somewhat charming attitude. Besides, something about his optics and his dumb smile made you want to trust him. Noah had no choice but to tell you the whole story; how he met Mirage, the deal with the Autobots, saving the world… the works. 

After your initial encounter with Mirage, Noah would go on to introduce you to the rest of the Autobots. Optimus trusted Noah’s judgment and welcomed you into the team, much to the excitement of a certain blue mech. When Noah was busy at work or off with his family, you would find Mirage randomly popping up wherever you were, often claiming he was bored and had no one else to talk to. So over the course of a few months, you and Mirage would spend more time together. You’d get to know Mirage’s dorky sense of humor, and his tendency to want to show off and get attention. Attention would be something you started to crave from Mirage, as you came to realize you may have a crush. 

The end of the year 1994 approached quickly, and that meant one of the biggest holidays in human culture, especially in New York City: New Year’s Eve. With a lot of convincing from Mirage, Noah decided to host a New Year’s Eve party with the Autobots to have them participate in human celebrations in their warehouse base. Of course, you had been invited to the party, and you were curious as to what festivities were planned. As the night began, there was a massive television set on the channel awaiting the ball drop. You assumed it had been supplied by Reek, but didn’t ask questions. 

For the select few human guests, Noah had supplied a small bar with sparkling wine, and other various liquors and mixers. It was New Year’s after all, tradition demanded booze. You started out the night with just one margarita, mixing it yourself at the bar. Meanwhile, Mirage made his way over to you, “Hey Y/N, how’s it hanging?” He had a grin on his face that made you a little weak in the knees. 

“Oh, hey Mirage. I’m doing good. Just making myself a quick drink,” you flashed a nervous smile at him, feeling both exhilarated and embarrassed simultaneously. This is stupid, no way an alien robot would like me that way, your thoughts hung over you as you tried to conceal your nervousness. 

As the night continued, Noah chose to introduce the Autobots to human games. Throughout each game, Mirage stuck close to you, often cracking the corniest jokes in existence. Each interaction causes more butterflies to flutter in the pit of your stomach, in turn triggering you to consume more alcoholic drinks in your nervous state. You did a decent job of concealing your intoxication, until the game of Twister started. As teams were assigned, Mirage volunteered you as his partner, leaving a surprised Noah to pair up with Bumblebee. 

At this point you were tipsy, but you were a composed drunk as few noticed your intoxication as you made your way to the mat alongside Mirage. Mirage leaned down to you, “Have you played this before?” You flashed a tipsy smirk at the Autobot mech, “A few times… As long as you’re flexible and don’t get confused, you’ll win. And you seem very… flexible.” 

Mirage cleared his throat at your reply, his cheeks slightly flush as his gaze turned towards the mat. After a brief reading of the rules, the game began with Arcee in charge of reciting the position and color combos, “Left servo on blue!” All four of you quickly moved your hand onto the nearest blue dot. Easy enough. The game continued for some time, as you were all very competitive, but only one of you was intoxicated. 

After one move, Mirage’s frame hovered over your backside in what could be seen as an… intimate position. In your tipsy state you looked up at Mirage with batted eyelids, “Third base and you haven’t even bought me dinner…” 

Your comment has a direct and clear effect on Mirage, causing him to falter and fall onto the mat. The force of his frame hitting the ground shook you off balance, and you too fell, causing Noah and Bumblebee to claim victory. You briefly came to your senses, realizing what a fool you had made of yourself, you got to your feet and made your way to a secluded part of the warehouse. Waves of embarrassment and shame crashed over you, filling you with the fear Mirage might never wish to speak with you again. 

The sound of familiar footsteps made you pause. “Hey, Y/N. You okay?” Mirage stood behind you, a look of concern on his faceplate. 

You felt yet another rush of heat throughout your body but tried to compose yourself. “...I-I’m fine, Mirage. Just maybe too much to drink,” your words were slightly slurred and you stumbled a bit. 

Mirage approached you casually, before bending down and placing a servo on your back to support you, “Hey, I can’t blame you. It’s New Year’s after all, and you humans go crazy for this slag.” He gently repositioned himself into a sitting position, still supporting you with his servo, “Do you need anything? You look like you need something— not that you look bad, I mean— you look great! As always.”

Your cheeks and entire face flush bright scarlet as you struggle to hold back anymore. “I just need you…” As the words leave your lips, you realize you can’t take them back, and fear rattles through your body as you stare into Mirage’s optics. 

Despite the brief silence, Mirage’s gaze locks onto yours and the mech leans close to your face. As the tension fills the air, both of you can hear the others begin the 10 second countdown to the New Year in the adjacent room. 

You blush madly as you try to comprehend if this moment is real or the effect of tequila and sparkling wine, “Mirage, I’m sorry. It’s almost midnight so you should make your own New Year’s Resolution..”

As the echo of voices counted down: 5…. 4…. 3… Mirage gently pulled you close to him, “Y/N, you’re my New Year’s Resolution.”

It felt as if your heart skipped a beat as the words left Mirage’s mouth. As the countdown continued to its last seconds, you leaned forward. 2… your eyes meet. 1… your lips gently lock together. 

HAPPY NEW YEAR!!!!

----END

Thank you for requesting! I appreciate you❤❤❤

#transformers #transformers rotb #transformers oneshot #mirage transformers #mirage #transformers x reader #transformers reader insert

[floralb0t]

“Stop flirting with me, I’m not going to fall for it.” MirageHound? 🥴

WEH. that took me a little longer than i thought. but tis done now!

Tw: minor mentions of canontypical violence

3.7k words, flirting and Awkward flirting, minor makeout at the very end also ha

AO3 link / prompt list

Mirage had been acting strange lately. Or, Elliott rather. He’d insisted that that was what he wanted to be called outside of the ring, and away from the cameras.

Years later, they had trouble remembering he had made that request.

But that was not related to this. No he had been acting especially … kind lately. It was odd.

Normally, Mir-Elliott was simply too busy between his many endeavours to cross paths with Bloth more than once a day, and often not even that. But lately, for some reason, he seemed to be everywhere and more than willing to fill his time with idle requests for help or even just conversation. The fact that they weren’t much for conversation didn’t even seem to dissuade him.

To be honest, they were quite a fan of it though. Part of the reason Bloodhound felt so uncomfortable in conversation, honestly, was just a lack of practice with so many people. This usually wasn’t a problem, Bloth had much better things to be doing. A people to save, games to win, money to give to the people to save, all of that. Friendly conversation was certainly something that they never really gave the time of day and now they were feeling it effects.

M-Elliott never really seemed to let that stop him. Especially not in the past few weeks. It was … nice, the more and more used to it they had gotten. They had to stop and sit a few times, in quiet places, and think about it. Few people had seemed so determined to make extended conversation with them. Elliott had added himself to a list that contained little more than Fitzroy, Loba, Natalie and a few select others.

They … well, completely transparently, they liked it.

And it was very, very strange.

Bloodhound gathered their gear and sighed. They felt excitement, perhaps, at the idea that he may sit near them on the drop ship before the match today, to just chat. The first time he had done so was annoying, but eventually they both seemed to figure out how to converse with one another. And now they were looking forward to it. Wasn’t that so curious? They poked at one of the dangly decorations on their helm as they walked onto the dropship and sighed again. This was all incredibly silly. They really did have better things to be doing. Why were they not trying to find their teammates so they could strategize? Why was Bloodhound instead taking a seat near the door so that any person getting on the ship could see them? The pounding of Bloth’s heart told them exactly why. They put a hand to their chest and felt it’s rhythm. “Hey!” Elliott slid into the seat next to them. “Fancy seeing you here, huh?” Bloodhound looked up with a start. When the hell had he walked up? And he had actually sat where they had hoped? “H-hello.” “Lost in thought? Yeah, I get that.” He leaned back into his seat and chuckled. “Better to do it now instead of during the match. Don’t end up like me, ya know.” It was almost like he knew they sat here so he would join them. Maybe he did? Excluding the last few weeks of matches, it was out of character. It wouldn't even be that bad if he did know, Elliott's confidence in himself was one of the things Hound liked, and this would no doubt feed it. “It makes you an easy target,” they agreed after their pensive moment. Their cheeks were flushed under the many layers of their mask. “Mirage is quite visible when he has his head up in the clouds.”

"H-hey!" Elliott squawked. "My whole thing is trying to be visible! I'm soooo visible it makes everyone who shoots at my decoys look stupid."

"Is that how you intend for it to come across?" They felt their tone change, almost without their realizing it. The feeling of their hands growing warm inside their gloves, clutching at the air, cued them in. "Because I would have assumed it was for another reason entirely."

"To look incredibly cool and sick? Yeah, I know." He smiled, incredibly satisfied with himself apparently.

They had to admit, the confidence in himself was pretty 'cool and sick', to say the least. Bloodhound pushed their agreement aside in favour of continuing, trying to make themself warmer from the excitement and anticipation of what he would say next. "I would have thought you liked the attention."

Elliott laughed. There was a hint of colour across his cheek bones and it looked so enticing. They wanted to make him make look like that forever. And wasn't it so strange, in the end, that Hound was able to do that in the first place?

"Ha! Well that's easy. Of course I like the attention."

Of course he would, and of course he would be so up front as to say it. The attempt at teasing went over without acknowledgement. Bloodhound didn’t know what to say in response to keep it going. They needed more practice, obviously.

They sighed internally and tried to move past it to what they knew they should be thinking about instead. The next match was so close at hand. Despite many people on the drop ship still acting quite casual, everyone was mere minutes away from being in the ring. And yet it was so hard to drag their thoughts away from the man who willingly sat next to them, even when the conversation was like trying to mix oil and water.

Hound sighed again, not realizing that it slipped out into an audible vocalization.

Perhaps the strangeness that Hound had been experiencing wasn't just because of how Elliott had been acting. Perhaps it was instead because they had felt a moment of it, and had since been pursuing it. The strangeness was addicting. They really shouldn't have been wasting time on it, but they wanted to.

There was a shake of the main cabin and then Legends started standing and gathering at the jump points. Bloodhound looked around, flustered. Was it really that time already? They stood quickly and attempted to make out their teammates in the crowd.

Off, on the far side of the wide room, were the people Bloodhound was looking for. They rushed between other legends to take their expected place, directly between Seer and Ash. Back in the direction hey had come however, Hound could see Elliott… still Elliott, not Mirage yet, sitting in the seat, staring back at them. Maybe, if they were lucky, he would sit with them on the way back too.

Seer cleared his throat to get his teammates attention, and from then on they had to be focused. They did their best to remain focused. The cold of Talos was balanced by the blinding heat of the lava Hammond had accidentally dredged up. It drew them in, reminding them of their place, just like every time Seer cleared his throat or Ash scoffed.

The first kill their squad managed got them firmly back in their boots, back on the ground. By the time the rest of the enemy squad was taken out, they had a lazer focus.

And they continued to have the unfazed attitude and attention all the way up to a kill leader position. It was a lovely turn around from that turmoil right before dropping. Their steps on the sand of the Canyon were only unsteady because of the ground. Bloodhound knew exactly what they were doing.

And they kept doing it, all the way to the final battle. Seer, Ash, and Bloodhound versus Bangalore, Caustic, and Mirage. Bunker was the location of choice, and despite the fact Bloodhound’s team was coming from the least optimal angle for the squad they were up against, they thought they could handle it.

They knew they could handle it, personally, and hopefully impress one of the very legends they’d be sending down.

But… perhaps they had been a little too confident in themself. All it took was one exceptional kraber shot and Bloodhound was put severely off kilter before even making it inside. Bangalore’s use of her ultimate in conjunction with Caustic’s gas had them down within minutes of the skirmish starting and despite them putting in as much effort as they could, the gaping hole in their chest was too much.

Second place was surely nothing to scoff at. And when they awoke in the medical bay, they were still … pleased. Second place was a decent showing. They were less pleased when they realized it meant an evening stuck in interviews, despite not having survived the final ring.

Though, as they wandered the many halls from the medbay to the interview room and caught sight of a particular man running on ahead, their mood picked up again. Mirage’s interviews were entertaining at the very least, especially when paired with no-nonsense legends like Bangalore and Caustic. His charisma often shone through even at the worst of times, but the moments he was left fumbling were something else altogether.

Others passed them in the halls, but Bloodhound didn’t mind. That slow pace was their normal. They were the last of the top six to make it to the interview space and they lingered outside of the door. It wasn’t considered unusual or unexpected by anyone who would be present. The hunter’s opinion was widely known: they hated interviews. They hated being under the bright lights and not being allowed to leave, and especially hated the questions by people who obviously didn’t know what they were talking about. But… it was in their contract.

Bloodhound was in the middle of trying to work up the willpower to force themself inside when a body pushed past getting out.

“S-sorry.”

“Mirage?” They righted themself and brushed off their chest where he had run into them. “Are you alright?”

“I … just needed a little air.” The man sighed. “Just a little out of sorts I think.”

“Well,” they paused, considering it. “You shall be in fine company then. The lights are awful.” Bloodhound chuckled slightly. They leaned against the wall beside them and nodded toward the interior.

Conversations with him were so much easier to start these days.

“I was more thinking about the noise, but yeah. Long days and all sorts of contracts. I wish I could just go home right now.” He leaned against the wall on the other side of the door. “At the very least, put this off for a little while longer.”

“The noise is bothering you that much?”

He shrugged. “Sometimes a man wants to be in front of the cameras, and sometimes he wants to be away from them. Simple as that.”

“If… if you wish, I can show you to where I hide out when the idea of the questioning is too much,” Hound offered. “It is not too far.”

“Yeah. That doesn’t sound too bad, I do have to go back in eventually. I’ve got a mandatory number of journalists to talk to before I get to leave.” he chuckled a little.

Even tired, it was a nice sound.

They smiled underneath their mask and pushed off the wall to lead him down another hall. In this location, the lights were a little dimmer, it ended abruptly with double doors that were locked, the sound from the interviewing room carried just enough to know when they had to return, and they’d never seen another person down here. It was perfect.

Elliott sighed happily when he saw it.

“Wow… are you sure you want to share this with me?” The man spread his arms and spun, taking in the space. “Next thing you know, it might be my little hideaway.”

“I’m sure we could share it. Despite your mouth, you only take up so much space, mikilmunnr.” It was a well known tease between them at this point. “You would need to be quiet about it though. Hard as that may be.”

He laughed. “Hey, I’m exceptional with secrets. How many people have I told that you actually have a sense of humour?”

“Hmmm, but I do seem to recall you mentioning the books I read to Renee, once.” For a split second, Bloodhound feared that it was too dismissive of a tone and the back and forth would be over. Every word felt like they were getting further and further in over their head but they couldn’t stop themself.

It was Mirage’s turn to scoff, making them breath an internal sigh of relief.

“If you wanted your pretty little romances to be a secret, maybe you shouldn’t have been reading them in the common areas, did’ja think about that one?”

His smile was radiant, even with the tired look in his eyes. The little bit of flush he seemed to have worked up at the tops of his cheekbones was just as delightful.

They wanted to keep doing this forever.

And that meant upping the ante.

“Stop flirting with me, I’m not going to fall for it, Elliott.” Hound was grinning under their mask, as they said it.

Elliott, in response narrowed his eyes before smirking. “If you think I’m flirting with you right now, then that probably says more about you than it does about me.”

They leaned forwards, just a touch. Anticipation was speeding through their veins. “And what, praytell, do you think it says about me?”

“I think it says that you want me to be flirting with you.” The smirk grew. “Hm? How’s that hit you?”

They wanted to wipe that stupid smirk off his face. Of course they wanted him to flirt with them, they wanted him to sweep them off their feet! They wanted to press him up against the wall. Their want was actually driving them crazy.

Did he not want to accuse them of it, or did Elliott really not see it? How much longer was Hound going to have to labour away, practicing social skills to make him get that? … Or was it all just, part of the game?

The unknown hit them and Hound’s excitement was tempered by uncertainty.

Elliott was still watching them closely. They could see his eyes flick around the shape of their helmet, no doubt trying to find anything that might give away their reaction.

“It hits … well,” they mumbled eventually. It sounded lame, but it just made Elliott’s smirk turn into an honest smile.

“Ooooh, so it hits ‘well’ does it? Was I right on the money?” There was a brightness to his eyes that seemed unreal. “Well, I guess if you want it so much, then I’ll have to do it now, won’t I? Really get some practice in.”

Bloodhound had just been lamenting that it seemed like he wasn’t picking up on it, but that seemed… to just be part of his flirting? To be honest, this was much easier understood when they weren’t a part of it. And now, when he was offering exactly what they wanted, why did they feel so unsatisfied?

Oh no... that worry did seemed to be right, they did need more practice at this all! Shit. Bloth was a fully grown adult, twice over nearly. Why had they never tried doing any of this in the past two decades?

Hound forced themself out of their internal struggle, once again hoping to find some sort of cue on what to do or say next based on what Mirage was doing … only to find him watching them. That, okay that one wasn’t too surprising, that was almost exactly what he had been doing before. The major difference was that that cocksure smile they liked so much had fallen away, and he didn’t seem to know what expression to be making.

That was fair, they didn’t know what expression to be making now either. Or what emotion to be feeling, or anything really.

Elliott must have picked up on something though, because he settled on looking embarrassed, watching the floor, and taking a step away from them. “So, uh, sorry. If that was a bit much.” He used an idle hand to adjust his goggles and then shake his hair out from underneath. “We should, you know, like, get back to our squads. Maybe just pretend this didn't happen?”

Bloodhound baulked. They did want this, you know, whatever it ended up being. Even if it was just this again, they did want it! Hound just … didn’t really know how to do it, in practice.

They took a breath and summoned up as much of the previous energy as they could. “It’s incredibly unfair to rescind an offer for practice, you know.”

That startled out a noise, somewhere between a scoff and a laugh, and he turned back to them in confusion. Clumsy as it was, he seemed to recognize they were trying not to end this. “What happened to uh, to my flirting not doing anything for you?”

“You also said you weren’t actually flirting yet,” Bloodhound responded after a moment to think. Why did they people they see do this in public never need to pause to think? At least it made sense in books, but in public people always seemed so snappy about it.

“Perhaps, let me see what your flirting is really like and then I’ll decide?”

Hound did their best to push through the lack of confidence they felt in this situation, but it was no doubt audible. They couldn’t dare to close their eyes and miss whatever happened next, but they wanted to hide away from the embarrassment.

Elliott’s head moved in a small nod that got larger and larger. “You know me; I’m all about making good impressions. Impressing people.”

“I’m sure once you, get started, you’ll, uh.” He hadn’t backed off yet, so Hound took a risk and tried to lean more into his manner of speech at least for their own practice. “You’ll knock my socks off?”

Mirage stared at them for a moment before breaking out into hearty guffaws. “Wh-Yeah! Yeah, babe, I’ll knock your socks off for sure!”  He laughed more, wiping his eyes, before trying to calm down. “Yeah… yeah, so, uh. You uh, you okay with this?”

“This? The … flirting?” Bloodhound looked down at him slightly and tilted their head in confusion, feeling their beads run into the side of their face.

“Well, yeah. Yeah, the flirting.” Elliott looked for a moment like he had ate a lemon. It made it obvious he had meant something else as well. “Uhm. Don’t worry about it, I’ll keep my mouth quiet about it all.”

Well. He could do that if he wanted, and they would do that if he wanted too, but… “I might like it more … if you talked about it.”

“The … flirting?” He parroted their question back to them.

It felt like there was a stone in their stomach, but even without practice and knowing when something could be reasonably understood, they felt they were not being gotten here. The pretense of romance’s doublespeak had to be dropped. “That it is I who is flirting back. And if … if you’d like, maybe it is I who would be interested in doing more.”

“…Maybe?” Elliott’s lopsided grin had returned, small as it was.

Oh the return of that grin was heavenly. It meant they were doing it right, they were doing it correctly. That things were going well.

They spoke slowly, picking their words. But hopefully, they were saying enough of the words they needed to so that he kept that pretty pretty grin. “Maybe. As long as you impress me.”

He chuckled. “Haven’t I told you before? Impressing people is what I do best.”

Bloodhound smiled beneath their mask as he slowly started to close the distance between them again. The hall the two had escaped to was only so wide to begin with but he had used that to it’s fullest extent.

“Let me know when you’d like to help me practice, hm, Houndie?” Elliott edged closer and closer.

They closed some of the distance.

A set of heavy footfalls sounded in the echoy space of the hall before a voice started calling out. It was weird to hear it on their ears, unobstructed, but Bloodhound tuned it out. Whoever it was, they wouldn't come down here, right? Why would they be wandering around the back halls during the interviews?

Bloodhound was much more in favour of the man currently wrapping his hands around their waist and pressing his nose into their cheek he was kissing them so hard. How were his hands warm enough that they could feel the heat as he felt his way up and down their coat?

It was intoxicating.

“HEY!”

The two of them jumped apart and Elliott instantly started groaning.

It appeared he was too close to the wall and had knocked his head into it? They’d have to apologize, it was their fault he had been pushed up against it in the first place.

“Not … why I was expecting you to be gone, Hound. But .. you’ve got an interview.” Bangalore stood at the entrance to the hall, looking bemused. “I knew you’d been acting strange lately.”

Fuck.

They wiped their mouth, back of their hand feeling a little wet. Had he bitten their lip or was that something Bloodhound had dome themself?

“Hound? C’mon, no skipping class.” Bangalore leaned down and grabbed their goggles off the ground, holding them out for Hound to take. “Though you might want to put these back on first.”

They opened their mouth to speak and she just put up a finger. “I am going to be honest with you, I couldn’t care less. I just want this session over with. So uh. Put your shit back on and get in there.”

The anxiety bubbling up in their stomach quelled slightly. She was the person least likely to be lying about that. They quickly gathered up all the pieces of their gear they had discarded and rushed to put it back in place while the woman walked to the man they had just been kissing and slung her arm around his shoulders.

“Now, you on the other hand. You have no way to hide you look like - is that a fucking bite mark?”

Yes, perhaps it was Bloodhound and not Mirage who had been acting strange lately, but by everything above and below, they had enjoyed it.

#miragehound #oneshot #apex legends fanfic #writing prompt #mirage apex legends #bloodhound apex legends #writing.txt #i had most of this finished over the weekend but then i got distracted working on larger products lol... anyways here u go heart #send more prompts feed me

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Sorry I’m not very good with prompts- but I’m imagining something like y/n and Mirage doing arts and crafts together like a little date or something

No Worries! I loved this idea! As soon as I read it I thought of these precious woolen dolls that I think Mirage would just adore! 😊 Anyways be sure to be on the lookout for my upcoming oneshot, Making Friends~

(Also sorry about the weird hours! I’m currently traveling internationally.😣)

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