I stand there outside the solid gray building. It’s just as my father described, a non-discript grey safe house. The mark on my back pulses, a sensation I haven’t felt since sixth year at Hogwarts. Taking a deep breath I enter. The main floor is empty, save for Theo and Mattheo. They nod when they see me, “Second floor. Already aware you’re here. He’s in his study.” Mattheo says.
I walk to the elevator. So, his best and most loyal men are watching the door. This isn’t a good sign. Sighing I mentally start preparing to escape from here. The elevator dings as it comes to a halt in front of me. Stepping inside, I press the button for the second floor and stare at my reflection in the mirrored interior. The years I’ve spent running haven't done my fuller figure any favors. Meeting my eyes in the mirror, I give a small sad smile at the jade green of my eyes. The pale color reminds me so much of my mother’s eyes. The dark nearly black of my hair falling from the ponytail it’s in is wholly my father’s features. Father, I mentally scoff at the word, if it weren’t for his damn gambling habits I wouldn’t be here… Mom would still be around, too. The thoughts get cut off, before they could get any darker, by the elevator doors opening.
Stepping out of the elevator I notice a door cracked open at the end of the hallway. Must be his office, they really weren’t lying that he knew I was here. The dark emerald carpet makes the path almost soothing. The closer I get to the doorway the more the mark tingles causing my right hand to shoot up to my left shoulder. I knew it meant HE, Draco Malfoy, my soulmate, was getting closer.
I hid the secret from EVERYONE once the mark appeared in third year. My mother used to tell me all about how the curse started with Ominis Gaunt. How his family cursed him and subsequently his entire bloodline to bare a mark. This mark indicates who our soulmate is. It was meant to be a weapon that they’d use against him, but he found a way to out maneuver them with the help of his friend Sebastian to protect his soulmate. She’d be so upset that I’m hiding this from him. I reach the door, knocking despite it being cracked open.
“Come in,” His voice is calm and cool as he allows me entrance. Pushing the door open far enough for me to enter, I take a step over the threshold and into the cool of his office. He’s standing off to the left of the room, pouring an amber liquid from a decanter into a crystal glass. He doesn’t look my way when the door clicks shut behind me. “Your father owes me a blood debt, but he sent me you instead.” his tone isn’t questioning, more like he was stating a fact. I curse my father mentally. Another blood debt? That’s another person to have to run from. Why does he keep doing this? What makes this worse is that this collector is my old highschool crush AND my soulmate. Before I could respond to his comment he continued, “I don’t hurt women, but do not think it’ll be your salvation. I am still a consequence.” His grey eyes meet mine. “Also, if you dare to run, you better hope that I’m not the one to find you first.” The threat hangs between us for a moment. I fold my arms over my chest.
“Do you really think I’ll take this lying down? You’re wrong.” The warning falls flat as he smiles thinly. It's a dangerous smile that probably makes weaker people back down. Even though I’m not intimidated, the room feels like it has shrunk around us. His eyes, now the color of molten silver, tracks my movements, like I was his prey and he’s already got me trapped.
“Laying down?” he tests the statement, like it was something foreign. “I like that you think you have a choice in how this’ll go.” He moves to the window behind his desk. His silhouette is sharp against the London lights below us. When he speaks again, his voice is quieter- which is somehow worse. “You’re father gambled with my money. Lost. Then he gambled with my patience.” He glances back, one eyebrow raised. You’re the collateral. The debt. Not a prisoner- not yet anyways.” His head tilts slightly, assessing. “So, what exactly were you planning to do?” I take a deep breath, this is it.
“I’ll work off his debt, but on my terms.” I shift my weight onto one leg. “Or I could just pay off the debt tonight.” I toss an ancient key onto his desk. “This goes to a vault in Gringots. Number four hundred and nineteen, it has invaluable treasures. Many of which I collected myself. These should be valued at more than the debt my father accumulated, and I can go free.” Draco picked up the key with two fingers, turning it over like it might bite him. A faint smirk tugs at his lips- not amusement something else. Recognition, it twists my stomach with nerves. He shouldn’t know who I am, yet why does that smirk make me feel like he does.
He’s already mentally calculating. “Gringotts, four hundred and nineteen?” he sets the key backdown- deliberately slow. “You came prepared.” He walks around the mahogany desk slowly, like a predator. He makes a stop at his decanter to refill his drink. Despite the casualness of his actions, I notice how his eyes never leave me. Studying everything, the shift of my weight, the set of my jaw, how i’m worrying my lip between my teeth. “Your father didn’t mention you were so… resourceful-” a slight pause, “or that there were other… assets. Ones he’s never touched.” He leans back against the bar. Swirling the amber liquid around his glass. “Interesting. Most people in your position tend to lie first. You lead with currency.” His voice drops. “Why?”
“My father never knew of these. I collected them and hid them from him. Since I did obtain them less than legally.” I keep my eyes on him as he moves around. My voice sours as I keep talking. “I have plenty of things that he knows nothing about. This is just one of many. Can never fully trust a man. Especially one who gambled my life away more than once.” I raise my chin in a defiant manner. “Do we have a deal?” He sets the glass down with deliberate precision. The sound cracks through the silence that has settled between us like a canyon. “A deal requires trust, and you just told me you don’t trust men.” His smile turns sharp. “Especially powerful ones.”’
A thought hits me then, does he know… or is he just really that good at guessing. Draco moves past the desk towards me. Each step is calculated to let me feel the weight of his approach. “I could take that key… Drain the vault myself. You’d be here indefinitely.” He finally stops about an arm’s length away and studies my face. He’s too damn close. I think to myself. Any closer and he’ll know for sure. If he doesn’t already. He could also end up feeling the pull if we stay this close for too long. This really isn’t good. “But you already knew that,” his eyes narrowed into slits. “You’re betting I’m the type to honor agreements. That I value efficiency over cruelty-” he pauses just long enough for hope to start blooming. “You’re right.” I sigh in relief. “That doesn’t make us partners.” He extends a hand, “one condition. You will work for me until the debt is paid in full. Not just the vault- you. What do you say?”
“‘Me?” I question. He’s got to be joking. There’s no way there’s still debt to be paid. My jaw clenches as I glare before stepping away from him. “I know that vault holds more than enough to pay his debt ten times over.” I press my lips into a thin line. He watches me retreat, noting every expression I make. He turns and walks back to his desk, his fingers drumming against the wood. “Greed doesn’t interest me,” he voice is notably flat. “Neither does desperation masquerading as negotiation." He moves back towards me, circling like he has all the time in the world. Which he probably does. "You're trying to buy your freedom with currency. Smart.” The words flow from him like silk. “But your father didn’t owe me just gold. He owed me a debt of blood- and those don’t settle with Gringotts transfers.” He stops walking once he’s blocked off the path to the door. “The vault clears what he stole, You clear what he promised.” I look over my shoulder, his silver irises already locked on mine. “Six months. Then we reassess whether you’ve earned walking out that door or not.” He tilts his head to the right. “Or… do you want to test whether or not I’m bluffing?”
“Killing me would be a far easier way to collect a blood debt. If you really wanted it paid. You and I both know that Malfoy.” I circle away from him and towards a window across the room, My eyes never leaving him for a moment. “So why the game? Why the blood debt being paid back this way?” Draco goes still for a beat. So still it seems he doesn’t even breathe. Did I hit close to a secret? A hidden agenda maybe? My questions hang between us, like a blade suspended in mid air. “Because-” he starts quietly, almost like a secret being shared. “Your father sent you to me. Instead of coming here himself, and that, that changes things.” He looks past me out the window, his jaw tightening. Outside, London glitters indifferently as dark clouds start dotting out the stars.
“Blood for blood is simple, predictable.” he glances back at me and there’s something rawer in his expression- that he quickly shutters. “Besides, dead you’re useless to me.” I turn my back to him while he takes a moment to collect himself. He has to know something. He can’t be this confident grasping at guesses. This’ll blow everything out of the water, this is so bad. I need to leave. Now. “Alive, you’re interesting.” He starts moving towards me. “What’s your name?” I press closer to the window, slowly lifting it up. “You ought to have known he wasn’t going to show up personally if at all.” I stall, keeping my voice calm. If he catches on too early this will fail. “My name is not needed, especially since I came here and did as I had been instructed. I PAID his debt. Nothing more is needed.” The window frame creaks under my weight. Draco’s hand shoots out- not grabbing, but bracing against the sill beside me, blocking any chance at falling. Shit. “Don’t.” one word, wrapped in finality. His gaze turns to ice as I meet it in the reflection of the glass. All pretenses slip away as he realizes what I'm trying to do.
“You came here thinking this was transactional, clean.” he leans in closer, his voice lowering as he does. “Your name matters because I decide when this ends. Not with the vault. Not even in six months, now.” Draco pulls back, his hand falling from the sill. “I watched you. Back in school. Do you remember? Seventh year, the library. You thought no one noticed… but I did.” His jaw clenches, “I noticed everything.” He takes a step back, giving me space. Not freedom, just enough space to feel like a compromise. “So, your name.” I turn and give him a sharp assessing glare. He knows enough. This was just a trap. Maybe I can use it to my advantage. I smirk thinking I can easily win. “Alice… Alice Blackwell.” With one smooth motion I rip the window open the rest of the way and slip out before Draco has a chance to react. By the time he mangoes to process everything and react. I’m gone.
I've been wanting to get back into RP lately. And my go-to app isn't working for me at the moment.
For the people who read my Octane x FEM! Reader fic that find this post. There's more coming life just got to me again. I'm also writing like 3 or 4 things at once cuz i can't seem to focus 🙃.
So sorry about the long delay. Life kinda got in the way after a bout of writer's block. Should I start a tag list for those who are really invested in this?
A bit angsty but it resolves itself!
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After about three hours of helping Ramya I headed back to the compound. The weather was nice and cool after the rain the night prior and I used it as an opportunity to think things over a little more clearly. Tavi has always been a man of action over words and seeing as he’s not the biggest fan of any emotion unless it's the joy from his adrenaline rushes, it could have been his way of telling me that things were over.
As I walked into the compound everyone’s attention fell onto me and it started to make me feel a little uncomfortable. “What’s up?” I hesitantly asked. There was a collective pause as everyone looked at each other and seemed to come to the same conclusion. After a few more moments of silence there was a general murmur of 'nothing' before everyone went back to what they were doing before I walked in. Giving my head a shake I head off to my room in the complex for a quick shower and a change of clothes.
As hours, days and several games passed, Tavi seemed to have been avoiding me as much as possible. When we're placed on the same team he only talked to me when he needed to and without any of his normal banter. The drastic change didn't go unnoticed by fans and media alike and they were all asking the same question, 'what happened to Apex's speediest couple.'
There happened to be a duo game today and I was hoping and praying that I got anyone, but Tavi. At this point I'd gladly trade him for Caustic if I could, or listen to Revenant talk about how many different ways he would kill me if I failed to help him win a game, but alas the odds weren't in my favor as the list of partners popped up.
Today's game also happened to be a charity game where everyone got to pay to pick a theme. Which just so happened to be 'beach day'. Walking over to my dresser I start digging through the bathing suits I have when a knock sounds at my door before it opens. I turn to come face to face with Loba in a striking red bikini and a matching sheer tied cover across her hips.
"Hello beautiful, I decided you need my help getting back at lover boy after what happened." She stated as she walked over and hip checked me away from the drawer I was previously digging through. "Me, I need to get back at Tavi? Are we sure this isn't to take your mind off your failing relationship with Valk?" I question as Loba pulls out bikinis and one piece alike shaking her head at each one before chucking it to a random corner. Instead of answering me she finishes going through the drawer and produces a pair of black side corset bikini bottoms with a scrunched but and a black bikini top with green fishnet on the cups and extra long strings that wrap around the torso. "Wear this with some strappy black sandals." Is all she says before exiting my room, still avoiding my questions.
Getting on the dropship half an hour later I'm greeted by wolf whistles from the majority of the male population. I just roll my eyes and head over to Fuse and Bloodhound. "Think you can run in those flip flops Walter?" I question, to which he replies with a full bellied laugh. "If I need ta run I'll ditch the shoes." He replies and Hound shakes their head in dismay. Giving them a once over I realized that they decided to sport a full body surf suit.
Drop ship reached its destination: 'King's Canyon'. The metallic female voice announced above us as a holographic map appeared in the center of the drop ship. My wrist gear lights up as my earpiece buzzes to life with Octane's voice "let's land over here." I glanced down to see that he decided on the Market. "Sure, just don't die too quick," I ok and walk towards one of the pads that'll lower for the jump.
Seconds later I'm soaring down to the building and taking notice of the 6 other teams that land nearby. Hitting the ground running I'm quick to grab the first gun I see. A Mozambique and a CAR thinking fast, I rush up the steps in front of me and into the room on my left. In the room I find a set of syringes and a shield battery. Walking in a bit further I spot a Sentinel which I'm quick to swap for the Mozambique. Just as I get ready to leave the room Tavi’s voice is in my ears again, "enemy trap here." A quick glance tells me it's right outside the corner of my room, just before the stairs. "Thanks." I say before the line goes dead.
Sighing I walk out the other door and right into an enemy. The guy is stalky at best with no real discernible features due to the strange mask he wore. "Enemy attacking." I just barely shout into my coms before the guy lifts me off the ground by my neck. I grapple around trying to get my hands on one of my guns while simultaneously trying to land a kick on the male so he'll drop me. A rapid succession of fire and the guy drops me and falls down to shield himself with the knock down.
Before I can register what happened I'm dragged back into the room I just left so I can regain my breath. I stand up just in time to see Tavi’s green trunks and bare back as he ducks out the door and back into the fights happening all around us. It's been months and he's still this cold to me? I don't think there's a chance to save any of this. I think to myself as I head back into the fray just in time to save him from getting a Mastiff shot to the back from Caustic.
After the fighting finished off in Market we quickly moved to rotate to Pit in a quick succession of fights and little to no talking. Taking cover in the building near Pit we take a moment to breathe as I look at the feed. "Four squads left." I inform Octane, only to be met yet again with silence. At this point I can't hold it anymore.
"What the hell is wrong with you?!" I shouted, causing Tavi to jolt and spin so he was facing me. "We have one little fucking fight and you just up and leave me. No explanation, no chances to make things right, nothing. You left me in the damn rain to find my own way back all because you couldn't take what I was saying. Pathetic for the man who chooses to risk his life for people's entertainment-" Octane held up his hands and started to try and speak up "-no you've had your chance to speak, to try and make things right. This is my time to speak and you're going to stand there and fucking listen-" my rant gets cut off by a siren and bombs. Needing to get the anger out in a more constructive way (and to hide my frustrated tears) I rushed out of the building and into the fray.
I open fire at Gibraltar, my vision red and blood list rushing through my veins, I failed to hear Octane's warning or notice Rampart approaching with Sheila at the ready. The next thing I knew everything was black.
Waking up I find myself in the medbay on the ship. I groaned and let my head fall back onto the pillow just as the door to the room opened. “Chica?” his familiar voice called out to me. I know that he knows I’m awake, but I honestly don’t feel like talking to him at the moment. “Go away Octavio.” I state as I turn onto my side facing away from the door. “Back to the first name, damn you must be really hurt.” in that sentence something inside me just snaps. Sitting up I turn and glare at the green haired devil “Hurt?” I questioned, “Hurt you say, I must be hurt?” I rhetorically asked again. “It’s not like my boyfriend had left me in a park absolutely confused as to if he broke up with me or not, all because he couldn’t stand what I was saying. Or could it be that AFTER all of that he gave me the cold shoulder for MONTHS with no reason, nothing, not even telling me if he just needed space for a while to sort things out. So, yeah, maybe just maybe I AM HURTING LIKE HELL.” I ranted. During the outburst I had unknowingly gotten up from the bed and stalked Tavi into a corner. Before either one of us could say something further, Ajay walked into the room. “I was just coming in to check up on (y/n), but since you’re here O we also need ta talk.” Ajay interjected into the tensed silence.
As Ajay talked to Tavi, she checked out my injuries that were having some difficulties healing after the match. I just tuned them out wondering if the woman wrapping my torso with clean dressings will still be talking to the guy I’m avoiding for me to run back to my room or take him away with her so, I didn’t have to continue the inevitable conversation pertaining to the current strain in whatever relationship we have. I was silently praying to Bloodhound's old gods all the while. Once Ajay was finished with me, she stated that I had to stay in medbay until we got back to the compound.
Once Ajay was gone I kept my eyes pointedly on my lap. “We really need to talk this out since you seem to be all in your head about it.” Before I could snap back Octane pushed forward not giving me an opportunity, “I know I stranded you there, but it was only momentarily. You were gone before I came back for you. Yes i didn't like what you were saying, was it the truth,” he shrugs noncommittally “maybe, I don't know for sure. Pops hasn't been answering any questions I ask about that night. When I got back to the compound everyone was telling me to give you space and that you'd come to me when you were ready. I wanted to apologize, completely out of character I know. I've been trying to figure out who I can trust and how much I can give back in return. What I learned is that I don't like fighting with you, nor do I like being able to talk to you or hold you. Do you think you could forgive me for my foolishness?” I decided to sit there and truly think over what Tavi said before replying, “I think it'll take more than just this and that we'll have to reestablish our trust in each other, eventually yes i think i can.”
about. when satoru notices the flicker of cursed energy within your unborn child, he starts to feel the weight and nerves of becoming a father.
warnings. minors, blank and ageless blogs do not interact! sfw, fluff, expecting parents, reader is pregnant, hospitals, nerves about being parents, listen idk how gojo’s cursed technique works so here u go >:( canon verse, expecting father!gojo, fem!reader.
“i can see it…like…flickering inside of you.”
satoru carries an expression of intrigue, like a child who’s just discovered a new sensation.
you flip the page of your magazine, not bothering to spare your husband a glance while you instead choose to admire the many strollers and their offers that decorate the page. “don’t be weird, satoru.” you tap a perfectly manicured nail against the one you like most, leaning over to show the item to him.
“but it’s there… like actually there.” the sorcerer replies, keeping his voice low despite the loud ambience of the maternity ward’s waiting room. people crying, people celebrating, families already full of children gathering around to hear more exciting news. “i like that one. it’ll fit in the hallway too. do you want it in grey or in black?”your husband passes you a pen from the depths of your tote bag in his lap, letting you circle the stroller in the magazine so you know to come back to it.
this time, you do him the honours of looking up at him — a fresh glare settled on your glowing features. “satoru gojo please stop referring to our baby as an ‘it’.” you sigh in exhaustion, watching him slump in his seat because you know he hates it when you’re irritated with him. “i thought you were excited about having a baby girl. and the grey one, it goes with your eyes.”
that seems to perk him up enough, earning you a kiss to your cheek that has you smiling like a fool in the nurses office. “sorry, sorry…” satoru starts to coo warmly, a soft tone that’s usually reserved for you and his students. “it’s just that… every time i look at you, i see two vessels of cursed energy instead of one. there’s a flicker of a flame there, right where she would be. it’s blowing my mind.” he points to your bump, nestled away under the layer of his clothing since they’re the only thing that makes you feel comfortable right now.
you close your magazine slowly, fighting the flutter of your heart and the warmth that spreads through your body. you know that your husband is being cautious, overly observant and extremely over protective — being pregnant and having a baby in your line of work was dangerous. scary, even. but you knew that satoru wanted this with you, and you him. that he cared a little too hard or worried slightly too much because while he was the strongest, you’d become every target and every weakness to him.
you and your daughter.
an unborn child who may possibly have the powers of a god among men.
so, instead you tuck away the irritation that comes with your hormones and let your gaze slink over to the large man squished into the abnormally small seat of the waiting room — just to be by your side. “do you need me to explain how pregnancy works, satoru?” you quip and rest your head on your knuckles, just to make him laugh and ease up a little.
a wiry smile starts to tug at the corner of his soft, pink lips. “i’d rather you show me but i think we got the fun part nailed.” gojo’s face splits into a wide grin, making you roll your eyes. “we made her, yanno. she’s alive in there because you’re keeping her safe.”
“and you too, mister six eyes.” you tap his skull, brushing against pure white locks, as gojo leans over you affectionately — probably in demand for a kiss (which you give).
the receptionist calls your family name from the front desk — no doubt to call you in for your neonatal appointment. another set of scans to help confirm your little girl is nice and healthy before you tell the rest of your friends and family later today.
gojo wanted to hand out copies of your scans to everyone at dinner. show off.
but as you stand, satoru goes quiet, offering you his hand as aid. “do you think…do you want…” pressing his lips into a thin line, your husband mulls over his words whilst guiding you down the hall to the doctors office — nodding to the receptionist to thank her as you pass. “i hope she doesn’t have what i have. i wouldn’t wish this burden on anyone.” he looks you straight in the eye, blue eyes piercing your soul. you feel your baby move and kick, forcing you to wonder if she’ll have the same mind blowing eyes as her father. “i hope she’s like you. beautiful and strong and—“
“ours. she’ll be ours and the best parts of both of us. her daddy’s strength, bravery, good looks and her momma’s wits, pretty ‘get me what i want eyes’ and smarts too.” you laugh, bright and loud as you cut gojo off — turning to look at him with a happy smile. “if she turns out like that, the best parts of both of us she’ll be perfect. i’ll love her because you gave her to me, we can figure out the rest later.”
that seems to reassure satoru, who sags in relief by your side as he wraps an arm around you, his large palm splaying across your baby bump. “you’re right, you’re right,” he grins again, feeling her little feet mercilessly kick at his palm. “as long as she’s healthy, we’ll be fine. i love you.”
“we love you too.” you swoon a little too much.
satoru gojo will be a great father, you think, your baby girl is so lucky — she has the strongest daddy in the world and he loves her a little too much already.
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I figured this meant the end of the conversation so I turned and started the walk back to the compound. As soon as I was back in the city limits, it started pouring down rain. "Great Tavi possibly broke up with me and now I'm stuck in the rain," I mutter to myself. After five more minutes of trudging along and getting soaked, the rain seemed to stop hitting me. 'Where is your… uh boyfriend?" A voice asks me. Turning my head in the direction it came from I saw Elliot easily keeping pace with me. "We kinda had a fight and he ran off." I confide in him. Outside of Tavi, Elliot and Bloodhound were my only true friends. If I couldn't confide in either one of them then what was the point in being friends?
'Was it about the whole dad thing? Ajay had mentioned it as you two were leaving." He wrapped his arm around my shoulders and started leading me somewhere. Deciding to finish the conversation in case we’re heading somewhere with people I say, “yeah he’s so mad that I didn’t tell him about his dad threatening me if we didn’t break up cuz of some plan the guy has.” Elliot hums softly as the lights around us seem to be getting brighter. “Anything else you want off your chest before we head into the lounge to get you dried off?” The lack of a stutter didn’t surprise me. When Elliot knew what he wanted to say and was calm or serious he didn’t trip over his words as much. “I think… I think he broke up with me tonight.” I say before yanking the door open and walking inside with a fake smile.
“Where’s Tav?” Ajay asks me as she leads me to a spare room on the upper floor of the lounge. I shrugged at her and tried not to break down crying when I heard one of the songs Tavi used to play for me through the walls. “He didn’t break up with you, right?” she was worried about both of us and entering mom mode. Heaving a sigh I tell her, “not officially no, but the way he ran away from me before the conversation truly ended said it for him.” I try to keep my voice leveled.
Once in the room, I strip off the outer layers of my outfit and head into the bathroom. When the water started and I plugged the tub up for a nice relaxing bath I heard Aja in the room on her phone. “What ya mean Tavi, she told you as soon as she was able.” There was a long pause as he replied and by the sound of Ajay’s voice she wasn’t too happy with what he said. “Ya shouldn’t be making rash decisions like that when ya mad! You could lose the things most important to ya, ya fool.” another pause as Octavio says something. I walk over to the tub to check on the water level before slowly sinking in. I hear a soft “Octavio, you just now got her and you’re gonna let her go over what? A little mess up? Poor girl is hurting so bad she can’t hide it even though she’s trying her hardest.” a shorter pause this time, “Call me back when ya get ya head outta ya ass.”
About two hours later I emerge from the bathroom to find dry, warm clothes on the bed. Picking up the long sleeved shirt I noticed a big green r in the center and that the sweats were black with yellow lettering spelling out Elliots catchphrase. I smile and slip the clothes on and sit on the bed to dry my hair off. A soft knock on the door and the soft cawing of a raven knock me out of the mental nothingness I was forcing myself to feel. “Come in, I'm decent Hound.” The door creaks open and there’s Bloodhound and Elliot holding a tray of steaming hot food. “We weren’t sure what you wanted so we both cooked a little something.” Elliot confesses and hands me the tray.
Bloodhound sits on one side of me as Elliot takes the otherside. Neither of them say anything more, but just sit there with me keeping me company as I eat. When the food was finished and I was sipping on the homemade coco Bloodhound made, did one of them break the silence. “What’s the plan?” I hum at Elliot in question. “Since Oc-Octane did what he did, what’s the plan?” Hound reaches a hand up and combs their fingers through my hair. I shrug “I don’t have a plan besides trying to heal from this. If Tavi really wants to break up over this then it’ll be his loss in the end. If not then I’ll be ready to help fix all of this.” The humming coming from behind me where Hound was now braiding my hair let me know that they were paying attention. “Until then I’ll do what I have been doing, training, showing off during the games, avoiding press conferences unless they’re mandatory and I won’t be helping the three of them pry into Duardo’s involvement in Maggie getting into the games.”
The duo stayed with me for a few hours after the conversation ended and now I was faced with the daunting task of trying to sleep or dealing with my feelings over what happened. I decided to sleep. Tossing and turning didn’t seem to help any with the sleeping, but neither did sleeping itself. I was either plagued with thoughts about what happened or dreams of it repeating over and over. When I heard banging downstairs and noticed the sun peaking through the curtain I got up and went to find the source of the noise.
Walking downstairs I noticed Ramya digging through the cupboards looking for something. “Need any help Ramya?” I question as I walk closer. She seemed to not have heard my approach since she banged her head standing up after I spoke. “Oh (y/n) I didn’t know you were still here.” walking further into the kitchen I quickly locate the coffee and set a pot on to brew. “Why ain’t ya at the compound like everyone else?” she questioned as she moved around looking for something. “I could ask you the same,” I pointed out which earned me a chuckle. “I got a few customers this morning.” she says, I hum and grab two coffee mugs and the creamer. “So fancy telling me now since I told you?” I keep my back to her as I turn to rummage through the fridge. “Got into a fight with Tavi last night and didn’t wanna head back.” I tell her knowing that if Elliot trusted her enough to live here she was trustworthy enough to tell about this.
“Sheesh sounds like the dude hit his head on a bloody speed train.” This caused me to chuckle as I made us some scrambled eggs and bacon while the coffee brewed. “Yeah and the worst part was he ran before I could ask if he meant it as a breakup or if he was just feeling hurt. I think not knowing and only being able to assume things is making me feel worse than if he would have said those words.” The rest of the morning was full of laughter and work as I gave Ramya a hand with her shop and customers.
Was asked to make this a Revenant x Reader. How is it so far?
Sighing heavily, I put the triple take down onto its stand. Shaking my shoulders loose from the previous tension, I hear clapping surrounding me.
“Good job soldier.” I hear Bangalor say. I look at the area ahead of me to see the game masters sitting out of the way of any fire watching me, breaking down everything I do and analyzing to see if I was any good to join the legends or not.
“Next weapon class.” Those three words sent a fresh wave of adrenaline through my veins. This means that the game masters are pleased. Next up is the LMG’s. “Add Rampart to the mix. Both Rampart and the newbie will fight as she shows her proficiency with the LMG’s.” Jumping from the balcony behind me Rampart grabs a L-STAR and a Devotion. I quickly picked up two Spitfires and turned to face my opponent.
“Begin” was the simple word that set the mini gunner into action and had me dodging the burst lasers of her L-Star. Flipping to her left after faking movement to the right I nailed her in the side before she had the chance to react to my new placement. Pushing forward I quickly unload a mag taking out her weight bearing hand. Spinning around I kick up some of the sand from their training area and use it to my advantage to knock her down.
“Pick her up, lets see how well you use the non-lethal gadgets.” kneeling down next to Rampart and plunging the syringe into her chest. Slowly and steadily pushing the plunger down all the while helping her to stand back up. “Good job. Next is your abilities. We need them tested and finalized in a week. Along with your outfit.'' With that, I was led from the training room and into the lobby, where others who are trying to become an Apex Legend are standing and gawking at me. I was the only one to make the cut after 300 potentials failed to impress them. After everyone left, I was taken to the legend’s lounge where I got to sit and meet all the legends and talk about what I need to espect.
Walking into the lounge was a little overwhelming. They were all talking and making bets on the next match. I was met at the door by Lifeline and Bangalore. “Told you that it would be a piece of cake for ya.” Lifeline gushed at me. Bangalore patted my back and congratulated me on being the only candidate chosen from the groups this year. It was weird for only one candidate to be chosen, but I wasn’t about to test my luck by asking questions.
I saw the familiar faces of Gibraltar and Octane, two of the friendlier legends and the guys that were on my last team. I smiled and waved at them before sitting in the circular area in the center of the room. Everyone gathered around and congratulated me on getting to where I am.
“So, let's talk about abilities.” Wraith said walking from behind me to take the seat right across from me. I look at the other legends piling in around on the couches and try to think of an idea.
How about Passive: Sniper kit; gives me the ability to make better shots with snipers and gives me a few extra shots per mag on a sniper. Tactical: Perch; I can set up a perch by placing three claymores. And for the Ultimate….”
I trail off trying to think of a good idea. “Ooo I got an idea.” Rampart shouts while she cleans Sheila. “How about a gun package? It’ll be like a care package, but you get gold guns with a small chance of a care package red gun? The color will be green and white so that it’s distinguishable from LifeLine’s and the actual care package.” We all look at eachother and nod our heads ``that'll work as long as it guarantees one sniper.”
The sound of pen scratching paper draws my attention to Bangalore. "Got it all written down, now we just need a uniform." Shooting her a smile I quickly maneuver myself off the couch and sprint off to the room I will be in at the legend compound.
Once I returned my outfit had changed. "How 'bout this?" The idea for my outfit consisted of a pair of shorts, which came down about three inches onto the tops of my thick thighs. A jacket that was cut to sit under my breasts in the front and goes down to my knees in the back and the sleeves stop right before my elbows. Under the jacket was a fishnet tank top and my hands were covered in a pair of black leather fingerless gloves. Adorning my feet are thigh high socks and knee high lace up combat boots. I have a thigh holster that was especially made just for me and a few others that would go across my hips and cross over my ordnance belt. There were red straps crossing over my chest to holster bigger guns onto my back and of course the backpack for the amo and healing supplies that hooked to my belts and sat on my lower back just above the jump jets. Finally my face had a mask, its solid black with buckles crossing over where my mouth would be and had a blood like design to it.
I looked at the legends in front of me. They were quietly assessing the uniform I chose making sure that it fit the standards that needed to be met. "I just don't feel like the mask is really cutting it, Félagi Fighter." Bloodhound quipped with a few of the others nodding their heads. Taking it off the others agreed that it looked better and a photo was taken to show the founders my look to go with the abilities.
"Now, is the name for the games going to be the same or are you going to use something else?" I look up, meeting the eyes of Makoa Gibraltar. "I didn't think I'd get this far." I comment. "You get until the game masters give the okay on your abilities after three weeks of testing."
Octane offers to take the list and photo to the game directors since he was getting bored of just sitting around. The rest of us just sit around and talk, getting to know eachother better. The door opened and closed after several pairs of footsteps entered. Tossing a look over my shoulders I see the rest of the legends including the other newest edition; Ash. “Hello, beautiful.” Loba greets as they join the group I already feel is like family. “So you must be the new blood.” Valk notes. “Ah, yes, quite an impressive show you put on. A worthy opponent indeed.” the metallic voice from the female simulacrum states from above my shoulder. As her twig-like legs tap away to some other location the conversation goes back to being as lively as it was before the new arrivals.
A few hours later Octane bursts back in the door and starts running laps around us to wear off the stim he decided to use on the way back. As we started picking on him, when a random chill shot up my spine. Loba notices the change and gives me a grim smile. I raise my chin slightly then start looking around for whoever caused it. Hanging onto the ceiling in a corner was a red simulacrum with eyes that seemed to burn through me. The feeling was unsettling to say the least. “Hey (Y/N)?” a soft voice breaks me from the stare down I unknowingly had with the unblinking eyes. Humming, I turn my attention to the group. “Are you down to party with the Legends?” Elliot asks me.
Giving a quick nod we all get up and head to the Paradise Lounge for a legend only party night to celebrate my victory against everyone who wanted to be where I am. Getting to the bar I ask Elliot for two shots of his strongest, hoping it would help me forget about the ceiling clinging robotic body and those haunting yellow-gold eyes. Even without saying a word to me he seemed to have captured my whole attention and I still can’t shake the feeling of him watching me. Even here in the club where I see no signs of him on the walls, or the ceiling, or even milling about. I of course knew of the infamous Revenant; the simulacrum assassin who’s the first ever of his class. Who wouldn’t if they paid any attention to the Apex games. Which was everyone. So why did it feel so personal when he stared at me? Was it a ploy? Did he do this to everyone?
I kept drinking, but this time with Octavio and Bangalore who kept the shots and strong drinks coming. Maybe this is what I need, to drink until I can’t remember what happened earlier today.
Waking up my head was pounding to the beat of the fist on the door. Groaning, I push myself up and over to the door. Ripping it open I see Makoa lifting his foot, like he was going to break the door down. “What’s with all this rakus?” I groan out only to be grabbed and dragged away from my room like it was the starting point of a fire. “We were just commin to check on ya when we saw Revenant close the door to ya room. When we finally got there we couldn’t open it.” Ajay states while giving me some pain meds and a bottle of water.
I paled as the words settled into my hazy mind. “Thank you. After yesterday he freaked me out so badly while he stared at me from the ceiling before getting drinks. I felt like he was staring a hole through me all night, but he wasn’t there.” Makoa’s big hand landed on my shoulder. “Stick with someone for a while, brudda. We don’t wanna lose you so soon-” he went to continue but a soft femine voice with a staticy hitch to it said “Especially with that raw talent you possess” before fading off to a metallic sounding snarl.
Deciding that the current topic was giving me the creeps (or maybe it was Ash) I looked up to the mountain of a man who was currently checking my room. “So what’s on the schedule for today?” seemingly finding nothing out of place or a murderous robot hiding in a corner Makoa turns to me “Breakfast to start then it’s training till lunch.” Giving a nod I head into the bathroom to change into a pair of spandex shorts with a loose fitting pair over top with a sports bra and a tank top. Exiting the bathroom I see that Ajay and Makoa were still waiting in my room. Grabbing my shoes I follow them through the compound to the kitchen where everyone, but the red and gray simulacrum. Grabbing the first empty seat at the table, I greeted Natalie and Renee with a meek “good morning” before a plate piled full of different breakfast foods sat in front of me. “Want any coffee (Y/N)?” Anita asked. “Yeah, (coffee preference) please.” All I got in return was a brisk nod.
Digging into the breakfast I listened to the others talking about how training will progress. “We’ll have to pick a group to help out (Y/N).” someone who’s voice I can’t recognize says. Natalie speaks up from my left “How about Bloodhound since they’re normally using snipers?” A soft murmur of agreement is heard from the group as they debate a second and possibly third to the group. A tap on my shoulder alerts me to the mug being offered to me. Taking it and raising it in thanks I finally speak up “Doesn’t Ajay and Ramya have similar abilities?” Renee hums an agreement as the two mentioned women say that it’d be a good idea.
Warning: there is an argument or two in this part. I'll be keeping this as accurate to lore as I can. Could someone be so kind as to remind me what happens in the comic from season Mad Maggie? and if the way I portray Lifeline's speaking doesn't seem accurate or is just straight up wrong, please lemmie know.
Masterlist
Upon exiting the bathroom I noticed the hatted figure of Duardo Silva sitting on the edge of my bed. “Ah the little rat finally let you be alone for a few minutes?” he sneered at me. “What do you want, Duardo?” I ask as I slowly make my way to the door leading to the hallway. Hoping to get to it and scream for help until Anita showed up. “What I want is for you to leave Octavio alone. You’re intervening with my plans.” This news had me stopping in my tracks. I need to get all the info I can. “Everything is going to be changing soon and if I were you, I’d choose to be on my side by leaving Octavio now or I’ll make sure you’re finished for.” and with that Duardo left my room, making me feel like the world was tilting on its axis.
A few hours after Duardo had left my room I could hear the party ending. I have to tell Tavi about all of this. I thought to myself, but as the door bursts open to the green haired speed demon running through the room high on stim I think about just telling him another day.
I’ve been on edge ever since the Gala. It seemed that as soon as Tavi came running into the room everything was moving at his speed and I’ve barely been able to get a word in to tell him about his dad’s threat. As things turned out that night they never introduced a new legend to join like they promised. Sitting in the lobby I watch as the rest of the legends, and the newbies trying to claim fame battle on Olympus. Getting taken out early by triple stacking newbies without good teammates was a royal pain. As I watch Tavi, a newbie, and Lifeline fight against Horizon, Crypto and Mirage, something falls out of the sky. Upon landing on the ground I started swearing up a storm, it was Maggie. I watched the match play out and when Tavi’s team won it was announced that Maggie will be the newest legend, but if she died it was gonna be for good.
After the match and finding out Duardo was in the undergrounds of Olympus, Maggie, Ajay, Tavi and I all met up. “Ya Father is up to no good Tav!” Ajay exploded as soon as we were sure no one was around. “You don’t think I don’t know that chica?” The speedster shot back. Maggie stepped between the two of them “We need ta figure out what he was doing. All I knew was that he was at a computer and was supposed to be my executioner.” she interjected looking at me for more information. I hold my hands up in surrender. “He told me at the Gala that I was in his way and that it was in my best interests to leave Octavio or else.” His head whipped towards me so fast it was a blur. “He what?!” Now with Tavi’s anger actively on me I could feel a cold sweat forming on the nape of my neck. “I meant to tell you Tavi I really did, but with how hectic everything got afterwards I just couldn’t find the time or find you when I did.” Even though he said nothing in return I knew this wasn’t over.
“We need to find out what your Fatha wants, Tav.” one of the other women said. I tone out what else was said. What felt like moments, but was a few hours later the group disbanded and Tavi grabbed my wrist. I let him lead me out of the secret room we found in Paradise Lounge and out of the bar. I didn’t know where he was taking me, but I knew it was going to be a private place for the conversation we had left hanging. Several blocks later I noticed we were heading out of the town and towards the park. “Why?” was all he asked. Looking up I notice hurt in his expressive green eyes. “I don’t know why he doesn’t want me in the picture Tav, I only know that he does.” he shakes his head.”I mean why did you wait so long?” I take a step closer needing him to hold me, but he backs away, making my heart ache. “I was going to tell you sooner, everything just got in the way. With the new season starting, all the matches that were set to take place and the mandatory meet and greets, and you doing all your stunts and being on live 24/7. There wasn’t ever a good time and when there was you were nowhere to be found.” Tavi bit his lip and started shaking his head. “You should have told me that night.” he persists. “When,” I ask, “when you were hopped up on stim, or when you finally crashed five minutes after entering and running around the room?” His eyes seemed to harden into gems with his newfound anger. “Anything would be better than weeks later and brought up by someone else. It makes it seem like you're keeping secrets from me. It also sounds like you don’t trust me. How am I supposed to love someone like that?” and in typical Octane fashion he took off faster then I could keep up with.
Are you working on part 15 of your octane fic or are you not continuing? Just wondering, no hate if it is the latter. I hope it continues since it's the best octane fic out there. But if not then that's fine too as long as you're safe and happy. 💚
I plan to continue it. I'm just trying to figure out how to keep it accurate to lore and make it interesting.
Sorry for the long wait! Just some reminders, the Spanish may be a little off since I use what I can remember and word reference I try not to use google much if at all. Any missing ` or ~ in the Spanish is from not being able to copy and paste. If anyone knows how to get my laptop keyboard to type proper Spanish and can help me with correct phrasing please let me know. I do my best to make this story entertaining and as accurate to lore and language as I can.
sincerely, animecinnamonroll <3
Masterlist
back to the love story below. I DO NOT OWN THE SONGS OR CHARACTERS!
Te amo mucho- I love you very much
A few hours of mingling and taking photos with random sponsors for both the Silva’s company and the games music started to play and Tavi left me with Walter so he could ‘tear up the dancefloor’. Walter and I gave each other knowing glances and chuckled. Bloodhound joins us a few minutes later shaking their head “He really knows how to make things….interesting.” Muttering an agreement Walter goes to say something, only to be cut off “So there’s the sexy lady.” A shiver runs down my spine in disgust. “I don’t know why you’re avoiding me, unless it’s because you find me so damn attractive.” Mr. Silva’s hand goes to touch my back, but I move just in time. “Hey Bloth, do you know where Ajay is? I need her to help me with something.”
When Bloodhound started to lead me away the song playing changed to ‘Hero’ by Enrique Iglesias comes on and a streak of green comes barreling towards me. “Chica!!! It’s our song!” He screeches as he grabs me and leads me to the dance floor. Pressing me against him, Tavi rested one hand on the small of my back and the other grabbed mine. Swaying us around Tavi started softly humming along to the song and after a little while he started to softly sing the lyrics in my ear. Laying my head down on his shoulder, I close my eyes and relax into him. Unknown to me everyone was watching us dance. Tavi leans close to my ear and whispers “Te amo mucho” as the song ends. Keeping an arm wrapped around me, Tavi leads me off the dancefloor and over to Ajay, who’s waiting at a table for us. “You two are the envy of every couple in here.” she greets as we sit down. Tavi chuckles and pulls my chair closer as Anita, Ramya, Makoa, Renee and Eliot sit with us. Everyone else went to find their seats and the noise lowered to a hum once everyone was settled. “Thank you all for being here to celebrate the Apex games and the endorsements of my son Octavio Silva. Tonight is a monumental moment as we welcome a new season and a new legend from the competitors. At the end of the night Blisk will tell us who’s the newest legend, but for now let’s eat and celebrate those who have been here since the beginning and those who have joined us thus far!” As soon as Edwardo finished his speech everyone broke out in a round of applause and the wait staff brought out the first meal of the evening.
Several hours of parting really started to wear me down. “Tavi, I’m heading off to bed soon.” I let the speedster know of my plans. “Make sure you take one of the chicas with you just in case mi amor.” I nod as we walk off to find someone to walk with me to my room. After a minute or two we happened to run into Anita and Ramya. “Can you guys go with (Y/N) to her room so that she can sleep without the old man trying to sneak in on her?” Tavi asked them and after a moment of consideration they let us know that they were planning on retiring soon as well.
Linking arms with the two we start up the stairs to the room I would be staying in. We were none the wiser to the hatted male watching us walk up the stairs and start following as soon as he knew we wouldn't catch him.
Getting to my room went smoothly and the girls stayed to help me out of the dress and take all of the hair pins Loba used out of my hair. Once I was bobby pin and dress free Anita and Ramya left the room while I headed into the bathroom. Once in the bathroom I twisted the knobs to get the water to the right temperature to start filling the bath. Remembering the bubble bath that was snuck into my bag before we left, I grab a robe and tie it around my waist.
This is a reader insert, but I don't know which legend to make the love interest. I have already done one for Octane.
Suggestions???? What do you think of the abilities??
Sighing heavily, I put the triple take down onto its stand. Shaking my shoulders loose from the previous tension, I hear clapping surrounding me.
“Good job soldier.” I hear Bangalore say. I look at the area ahead of me to see the game masters sitting out of the way of any fire watching me, breaking down everything I do and analyzing to see if I was any good to join the legends or not.
“Next weapon class.” Those three words sent a fresh wave of adrenaline through my veins. This means that the game masters are pleased. Next up is the LMG’s. “Add Rampart to the mix. Both Rampart and the newbie will fight as she shows her proficiency with the LMG’s.” Jumping from the balcony behind me Rampart grabs a L-STAR and a Devotion. I quickly picked up two Spitfires and turned to face my opponent.
“Begin” was the simple word that set the mini gunner into action and had me dodging the burst lasers of her L-Star. Flipping to her left after faking movement to the right I nailed her in the side before she had the chance to react to my new placement. Pushing forward I quickly unload a mag taking out her weight bearing hand. Spinning around I kick up some of the sand from their training area and use it to my advantage to knock her down.
“Pick her up, lets see how well you use the non-lethal gadgets.” kneeling down next to Rampart and plunging the syringe into her chest. Slowly and steadily pushing the plunger down all the while helping her to stand back up. “Good job. Next is your abilities. We need them tested and finalized in a week. Along with your outfit.'' With that, I was led from the training room and into the lobby, where others who are trying to become an Apex Legend are standing and gawking at me. I was the only one to make the cut after 300 potentials failed to impress them. After everyone left, I was taken to the legend’s lounge where I got to sit and meet all the legends and talk about what I need to expect.
Walking into the lounge was a little overwhelming. They were all talking and making bets on the next match. I was met at the door by Lifeline and Bangalore. “Told you that it would be a piece of cake for ya.” Lifeline gushed at me. Bangalore patted my back and congratulated me on being the only candidate chosen from the groups this year. It was weird for only one candidate to be chosen, but I wasn’t about to test my luck by asking questions.
I saw the familiar faces of Gibraltar and Octane, two of the friendlier legends and the guys that were on my last team. I smiled and waved at them before sitting in the circular area in the center of the room. Everyone gathered around and congratulated me on getting to where I am.
“So, let's talk about abilities.” Wraith said walking from behind me to take the seat right across from me. I look at the other legends piling in around on the couches and try to think of an idea.
How about Passive: Sniper kit; gives me the ability to make better shots with snipers and gives me a few extra shots per mag on a sniper. Tactical: Perch; I can set up a perch by placing three clay mores. And for the Ultimate….”
I trail off trying to think of a good idea. “Ooo I got an idea.” Rampart shouts while she cleans Sheila. “How about a gun package? It’ll be like a care package, but you get gold guns with a small chance of a care package red gun? The color will be green and white so that it’s distinguishable from Lifeline's and the actual care package.” We all look at each other and nod our heads ``that'll work as long as it guarantees one sniper.”
The sound of pen scratching paper draws my attention to Bangalore. "Got it all written down, now we just need a uniform." Shooting her a smile I quickly maneuver myself off the couch and sprint off to the room I will be in at the legend compound.
Once I returned my outfit had changed. "How 'bout this?" The idea for my outfit consisted of a pair of shorts, which came down about three inches onto the tops of my thick thighs. A jacket that was cut to sit under my breasts in the front and goes down to my knees in the back and the sleeves stop right before my elbows. Under the jacket was a fishnet tank top and my hands were covered in a pair of black leather finger less gloves. Adorning my feet are thigh high socks and knee high lace up combat boots. I have a thigh holster that was especially made just for me and a few others that would go across my hips and cross over my ordnance belt. There were red straps crossing over my chest to holster bigger guns onto my back and of course the backpack for the amo and healing supplies that hooked to my belts and sat on my lower back just above the jump jets. Finally my face had a mask, its solid black with buckles crossing over where my mouth would be and had a blood like design to it.
I looked at the legends in front of me. They were quietly assessing the uniform I chose making sure that it fit the standards that needed to be met. "I just don't feel like the mask is really cutting it, Félagi Fighter." Bloodhound quipped with a few of the others nodding their heads. Taking it off the others agreed that it looked better and a photo was taken to show the founders my look to go with the abilities.
"Now, is the name for the games going to be the same or are you going to use something else?" I look up, meeting the eyes of Makoa Gibraltar. "I didn't think I'd get this far." I comment. "You get until the game masters give the okay on your abilities after three weeks of testing."
Octane offers to take the list and photo to the game directors since he was getting bored of just sitting around. The rest of us just sit around and talk, getting to know each other better.
What are some Apex Legend ships you have heard or seen??? Curious on who's being placed with who. Can be pletonic/romantic/paternal. Lwt me know who and what kind of shit it is, please and thank you.!!
If you don't like the dress that is being used then go to the list of dresses and pick one or come up with one you like.
chica- girl
mi amor- my love
mi novia- my girlfriend
sorprendente- amazing
A chorus of ‘awes’ pulls me closer to the edge of sleep. The voices overlap as they whisper about something then there’s a clicking noise. Something tightens around my waist and I snuggle into the heat it produces. More ‘awes’ were made at the movement followed by quite a few ‘how cute’. A deep groan came from my shoulder and my eyes fluttered open in realization and widened at the green hair on my shoulder and beyond it I saw Aja, and Anita. Looking around I see that the rest of the legends surrounded us and were chuckling and saying how cute the sight was. I tried to sit up but was pulled back down by Tavi who muttered “Five more minutes” before settling back to sleep. I smiled and started playing with his hair. “Come on Tav the others are here. Like literally here.” This seems to catch his attention as he bolts upright to see everyone surrounding us. One look at Elliot showed he had a camera in his hands and Ramya Looking over his shoulder. Ranee looked like she was ready to roll her eyes at their antics. When Tavi’s eyes finally settled on the duo, he jumped off the bed and towards them. They took a few seconds to register what was happening, but when they did they started running and begging for forgiveness. The guys and Bloodhound left the room leaving just us girls. “Come on, let's get you ready for the gala.” Loba seemed a little too happy to get everyone ready and in her joy pulled me off the bed and into the bathroom.
Once the door was shut and locked behind us Loba turned to me and I felt like prey trapped with a predator. “Shower and quickly, I need your hair cleaned for the process.” Undressing and hopping in the shower I quickly went through the process and was out in less than 5 minutes. Once out Loba dried my hair part way and applied mousse. Sitting there I let Loba work her magic. She started by parting my hair down the center and french braiding half my hair back and curling the hair that was left hanging. When she moved onto the make up she told me that she was going to go for a green and silver look to match Octane’s colors and the dress I will be wearing. Closing my eyes I let her do as she needed only opening my eyes for the mascara and under eye eyeliner. There was a knock at the door and Loba stopped for a moment to open it. After a rustle of plastic the door was again closed and locked. “Makeup is done now to get you into the dress and put the finishing touches on.
Loba pulls a beautiful dark green lace dress out of the bag. Slipping it on and letting her button it up I admire myself in the full body mirror for a few moments. The top of the dress was a v-neck that came halfway down my cleavage and rested on the very edge of my shoulders. The sleeves ended at my wrists and the dress draped on my curves. There was an under skirt that ended about mid thigh. The rest of my legs were shown through the lace as it lightly laid on the ground. Loba helped me into a pair of white lace heels and placed a teardrop necklace and matching earrings on my body before attaching a flower clip to my hair. Looking me over she smiled and started to get ready herself. When she finished the red dress looked stunning on her.
Walking out of the bathroom to join the others in Tavi’s bedroom, I looked around confused that no one was here. “Loba?” I turn a questioning stare at the other woman I see her heading to the door. “Where is everyone?” I question. “We are going to see you two at the gala, but we wanted to give you guys some time alone. We know what’s going on with his dad and the wife so the rest of us are going over the plan for the night and figured you two would like some uninterrupted ogling time.`` Before I could question her further she opened the door and walked out a few seconds before Tavi was standing in the doorway looking like he got gut punched.
Looking him over I saw that he was wearing a matching green suit with a white button down and a green and silver tie. The prosthetics he had on were also green and silver. His hair was slicked down covering the left side of his head with it’s length. His signature mask and goggles were gone and his green eyes crinkled at the edges with the smile he gave me. “Damn chica, I didn’t know you could look this good.” He walks closer to me taking his time and eyeing me up and down as if to commit every detail to memory. Once he was in arms reach he held out his hand to me and I took it.
Pulling me into him he gives me a sweet chaste kiss. My cheeks warm and I place a hand on his chest as I lean in to give him another kiss. The sweet serene moment was broken by the door opening and a feminine voice I have come to hate in less than twenty four hours called out. “Tavi~ mi amor why did you leave me alone~?” Octane groaned in annoyance and turned to his dad’s wife. “I don’t know why are you being creepy towards your son-in-law? I thought the only creep I was going to have to deal with was Papa trying to take mi novia.”
The look on her face was priceless as Octavio led me past her. “She’s been doing nothing but flirting with me since I left to chase after Ramya and Elliot. I swear those two are going to get what’s coming to them.” he grumbled and led me to where the rest of the group was. Everyone was dressed to the nines and were matching someone else. Even Bloodhound was wearing a loose fitting tux. Poor Elliot was so red in the face looking at Ranee in the dark blue backless dress she was wearing.
A butler walks up to us, Just to confirm the list of who’s walking with who; we have Octavio Silva with (Y/N), Ranee Blasey with Elliot Witt, Anita Williams with Ramya Parekh, Loba Andrade with Kiara Imahara, Walter Fitzroy with Bloodhound, Hyeon Kim with Natalie Paquette, Alexander Nox and Revenant, Ajay Che and Makoa Gibraltar, Dr. Mary Somers and Obi Edolasim, and the final group is Pathfinder and DOC?” I give a chuckle at the fact that Pathy is going with Ajay’s health robot. We all confirm the list and get ready to be introduced. Octavio and I go right before his dad and the wife.
Standing in front of Mr. Silva was starting to make me nervous. With how his wife has been treating me I quickly figured that Tavi either sent him the specifications for the dress or he chose it himself hoping that I looked pretty and could use it to get Octavio and I to break up. Sensing my discomfort Tavi pulled me in front of him and wrapped his arms around my waist with his head resting on my shoulder. Swaying us slightly I feel the tension in Tavi’s body start to dissipate. “You really do look sorprendente. I’m glad I chose what the dress looked like.” He mutters near my ear. Humming my appreciation for his compliment and relief that he was the one who chose the dress.
Hearing the introduction of the first group I straighten up and start inching forwards. Once it was our turn Tavi moved to my side to help me down the steps and to the walkway for photos to be taken. Loba and Kaira wave us down to them so that we could all take a few photos together, putting distance between us and Tavi’s parents. When the photos were done and we got to the end of the line Elliot and Ranee approached us and the four of us went to the bar letting the crowd consume us.
THERE IS A SWEAR WORD IN THIS CHAPTER!!!!!!
Papa- dad
Mi novia- my girlfriend
Lo siento, mi amor- I'm sorry, my love
Navidad- Christmas
por favor- please
Puta- bitch, whore, prostitute
mujer- Wife
conejo- rabbit
gracias- thank you
When we got to the office Tavi spoke up. “Papa, we’re tired from the trip. This conversation can wait till later. I’m going to take mi novia and show her to our room. Let the Legends know that we wanted to be there for when they arrived, but we couldn’t stay awake.” his hand moved from the small of my back to grasp mine as he led me away. Once out of earshot Tavi started swearing up a storm. With just a little bit of time spent around his father and the wife, I could see why he warned me. Moving closer, I bumped my shoulder into his and gave him a soft smile when he looked over at me. “Lo siento, mi amor” he murmured as we came to a stop outside a green door. I shake my head and pull him closer. “If anyone should be saying sorry, it should be your dad Tav.” He sighs and opens the door and leads me inside.
In the center of the room was the biggest bean bag chair I have ever seen. It
looked big enough to fit maybe ten guys the same size as Gibby and in Octane’s signature
green and silver coloration. Glancing around I figured that this was what he used as a bed
since I didn’t see one. The walls had graffiti covering the vast majority. Some of the designs
were his Legend name while others were of a rabbit. There was also the word Navi spray painted around the white rabbit. Thinking back to the one very rare day where Octane didn’t want to do any stunts or much of anything besides relaxing, I remember he had told me about a white rabbit he had as a kid named Navidad and that he just called it Navi for short.
Continuing with the exploration of his room I noticed at least ten different monitors and way too many game stations to bother with counting. There was also a little desk shoved into a corner cluttered with papers that I assume was his dad’s feeble attempt at making him the next head of the company. There were two doors off to the left, one cracked open to show a silvery bathroom and the other I was pretty sure was a closet. Turning back to the green speedster I noticed that he looked slightly nervous, “so what do you think?” came a soft question as I turned back to the room. “Very homey and so….you. I never knew you graffiti-ed Tav.” A relieved sigh escaped him. Not long after his arms wrapped around my waist and his head came to rest on my shoulder.
“During the gala that’s going to be happening, don’t leave my side por favor.” Turning my head slightly I study his face and notice the weary look. “If you have to leave my side for anything, take Che with you. I don’t want Papa or his puta anywhere near you alone. He’s not the best person and will do more harm than good. He’s managed to scare off any novia I had if he found out that they remotely didn’t want kids in the next year or two. The mujer probably only married him to try and seduce and date me. It’s happened with several of his ex wives already. Please conejo promise me.” Turning around I cup his face in my hands and search his eyes, for what I’m not entirely sure. When I don’t see anything besides concern, love and something that pulls at my heartstrings I nod. “If it makes you happy and makes this whole thing easier then yes, I promise Tavi.” No sooner had the words left my lips then he gave me a breathtaking crooked smile. “Gracias conejo.” I smiled back at him and kissed his cheek. Feeling Tavi walk forwards I moved back until we fell and landed on the plush softness of the beanbag bed. “I meant it when I said that I was tired. It was more from dealing with him then the trip.” Tavi mutters as he nuzzles his face into the crook of my neck. He angled his body so that he was half laying on me and half beside me. I wrap my arms around him and snuggle closer to his body for warmth. His arms tightened as they slid down to my waist and snuggled closer. A soft snore let me know he was asleep as I relaxed against him and let myself fall into a sleep embrace.
For Part 10 the number at the end can be what ever number you want.
Mi madre- My Mother
Padre- Father
mi amor- my love
te amo- I love you
Joder- fuck
Mi Nino- My son
Veni- come
chica- girl
He holds out his arms wanting me to sit on his lap again. “We need to pack Tav. Maybe once we’re done packing we can cuddle.” I tease him as I get up and grab my travel bag to start getting ready to leave. Since we weren’t told how many days we would be gone I packed three changes of clothes. I also decided to pack a bikini and some nice lingerie as a just in case. Looking around my room after putting the necessities into the bag, I wonder what I’m missing.
A knock on my door brings me back to reality and I tell whoever is on the other side that the door is unlocked and to just come in. “Are you almost done, chica?” Octane’s voice reaches my ears. “Almost. I feel like I'm forgetting something.” he hums, “the necessities like toothbrush toothpaste, deodorant-``''I got all of them ``''OK, change of clothing?” “I packed three and a bikini and the undergarments.” “A hoodie?” I looked at him shocked. “I don’t own any.” as soon as I said that he was gone only to return a few seconds later with two hoodies. Grabbing the silvery one from his hand, I slipped it on and let it settle around mid thigh. “OK then I guess this is everything.” I know and grab my bags to go and meet the other legends in the main section of the housing unit.
“(Y/N) and Octane have their own private transportation to the Silva’s mansion since Mr and Mrs want them there earlier to get to know her.” Tavi groaned at my side and hooked his arm around my waist leading me to the ship that would transport us. It was a sleek black in color and the inside had tons of little multi-colored light and plush emerald green cushions for us to sit on.
As we settled into the seat to prepare for launch, Octavio reached over and took my hand in his. “So, mi amor, the worst part of meeting my parents is how stuck up they are.” he starts off squeezing my hand. “Mi madre will only speak about you in Spanish, hoping that you won’t know what she’s saying. Padre will most likely flirt with you and be a massive perv.” I make faces where needed so that he knows that I’m listening. I’m also starting to slowly pick up on the Spanish he is using.
Leaning in closer, his forehead rests against mine, “No matter what happens or what they say, te amo, I love you and I trust you.” giving him a soft smile I go to reply as the ship jolts into motion. Words couldn’t escape my lips right then because the jolt pushed Tavi into me and made us kiss. Deciding to make the most of the situation, I let my eyes slowly flutter close. Realizing what was happening his hand quickly cupped my cheek holding me to him. The kiss started out as us just letting our lips touch, until he slowly parted and mine followed.
Not too long later we parted from each other, our breathing a little bit heavier than normal. “Joder, that was incredible.” A blush starts to blossom across his tan skin. I reach up cupping his cheek in my hand and rubbing the skin under his eye tracing his blush. The motion only seems to make the red worsen before he ducks his head down and places it where my neck and shoulder meet. Chuckling at his antics I move my hand to his back, running it gently up and down. His hands slip down to rest on my sides. Thinking nothing of his hand placement I relax further against his warmth. A few minutes later I feel his hands moving slightly, humming softly. I didn't realize that his fingers were pressed into my sides. I only notice when a sudden laugh escapes me.
Scrambling backwards I try to get away from him, but he’s too fast and follows along, still tickling me. After what seems like hours of his relentless torture, the jet lurches to a stop and the back opens up to a man and woman. They were wearing nice clothes and just seeing them made me feel under dressed in comparison. “Octavio! Mi Nino! Veni! I want a hug!” we moved to meet them outside of the ship. Taking one look at them I could see a tension forming. Something within me tells me that the woman in front of me isn’t Tavi’s birth mother and judging by the way his shoulders are tense I know that it isn’t something I want to pursue in conversation. Continuing to watch the interaction I see how tense the handshake between father and son is.
“Come on, let’s take this meeting inside.” Mr.Silva says, leaving little room for argument. Walking into the mansion I take in my surroundings just in case I need to escape for any reason. “So, Octavio, since you seem to be taking a more...domestic route in life. Are you planning on finally taking over Silva's pharmaceutical company and barring an heir for when it’s time?” Feeling absolutely floored by what Tavi’s father just asked, I looked over to the green haired speedster. “Hell no old man. That’s still too boring and this chica lives for the rush!” The look that followed Tavi’s statement could have killed the whole of the Out lands. “You need to settle down and take over the FAMILY business.” The woman beside Mrs.Silva cleared her throat and brought the cold stare to her. “How about having someone get us drinks and bring them to the office to continue the reunion with your son?” she squeaked out. She received a nod as a maid was called and ordered to bring wine to Mr.Silva’s office. Resuming our walk, I press closer to Tavi and he places a comforting hand on the small of my back.
