[Make you mine] [Apex Legends// Sparrow x fem!reader] [random assortment of headcanons]
Summary: Sparrow/Enea is new to the games, and you're the person he chooses to attach himself to! Lucky you! Enjoy having your Italian boy toy around.
Word count: 2.6k
Warnings: extremely self indulgent bro im not even exaggerating, Possibly OOC Enea, mental illness (both enea and reader have it), references to spiraling/mental breakdowns. Mainly fluff tho! I swear.
(this is for myself but I kept it as generic as I could get so the other 5 sparrow fans could get something)
A/N:
*taps mic* its been a year and im here with the random ass character my brain decided to hyperfixate on and not a single character anyone give a fuck about bc this fandom has been dead even from when I was active in it (2020) Sorry. He's healing me, tho bc I've experienced a break in my relationship, my parents are sick, and I am jobless, AND I am at the lowest I've ever been in my life !!! So if this isn't good, know that I am actively struggling every day LMAOOOO
You've been in the games since you were in your early twenties, so you know your way around, not needing to rely on others too much these days. Keeping to yourself with the exception of the few legends you do actively spend time with (Namely Revenant or Fuse, sometimes Mirage when Wraith isn't taking up his attention)
So imagine your shock and awe when the new kid comes in and decides out of EVERYONE in the line up, you're the one he sets his sights on.
You're not that much older than him, so it's only natural he gravitates towards you, no?
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Enea follows you around unashamedly, I know in my heart he's annoying as fuck at first. Constantly walking behind you, asking you for tips and pointers, despite how cocky he is with everyone else, it seems he actually wants to learn from you.
Please don't get me started on how he'd treat you via the games. Whoever breathes is gonna make me write it. Okay, cool, so:
If it's you and him on a squad, the third might as well not exist as far as he's concerned. Yes, he's a team player. Yes, he's playing to win. However, if you're even so much as in danger, he spins back so fast to be your side.
Spoils you and gives you the best of the loot, playing it off casually that "Oh, this isn't my style. You take it." Subtely flirts, trying not to completely take focus off the game, but like, close quarters, he gotta.
Constantly giving you supplies, actively notices when you're low on ammo or shields and always has a stash for you.
Mirage: hey buddy, think you could spare some of the goods?
Sparrow looks back and forth between you and Mirage, sighing dramatically and shoving a box of ammo into his hands.
Sometimes Mirage doesn't get shit so this is a good sign.
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If your squad wins, he IS gonna pick you up bear hug style and twirl you around, after he places you down he's gonna ruffle your hair and do the stereotypical Italian kiss on your cheek.
That shit gets y'all NUMBERS in the polls.
You both are shipped extremely heavily, with how hard you're blushing on the jumbotron, you get made into a meme.
"I could not have done it without this beauty here!"
Mirage: 🚹
(His sister watches his games in secret, not wanting their parents to forbid it since they shunned him. But it makes her happy to see her big brother has you. He's never been one to just be so sweet on anyone sincerely. She wishes she could tell the others about the woman that makes her brother light up like the sun.)
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If you're NOT in the same squad, the flirt is turned to 100. He says that it's purely for ratings and his popularity, but you are the only person he does this 'act' with. There are other pretty women in the competition, surely flirting with Loba would work better? LOUD WRONG INCORRECT BUZZER, He only has eyes for you.
He doesn't completely give you mercy, but he does tend to accidentally miss a shot or two. What can he say? You have such a pretty face. He doesn't want to be the one to ruin it, temporarily or not. (Also, doesn't want you to associate him with any kind of pain.)
Shouts you out when he wins, always blowing a kiss to the camera for his special lady (it's literally you, but his fangirls eat that shit up).
Always finds you after the match, offering to walk you to your room so you can rest. Heads behind his head as he trails after you. If he had a tail, it'd be wagging. Guys I need him so bad.
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Oh he does stupid shit to impress you all the time, actively shows off when he's training the SECOND he detects you're near (He def didn't leave a tracker signal by the door so he'd know if its you, pshhh noooo.)
Jumping through the training grounds, doing back flips, pretty much just fucking around and hoping it impresses you.
"Bella ragazza! You come here often?" He shoots a toothy grun down at you from where he's perched on a ledge, moving to bring his shirt up to wipe at the sweat on his face.
"This is literally the training grounds." He misses the way your eyes bulge outta your head at his abs. Goddamn.
If you don't know archery, you definitely do now.
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Enea late at night, just dressed in a tank top and sweatpants, adjusting your form, chest pressed up against your back, his hands guiding you on how to notch the arrow and how to aim.
This man claims he's petite but he's still bigger than you, muscles rippling and you feel your face burn as you try desperately to ignore the fact that his cologne is damn near addicting and his body is so damn warm.
"Are you listening, little bird?" His breath tickles your ear, and you can't help the full body shudder.
You let loose an arrow, and it strikes nowhere near the center.
"Yeah, definitely."
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Artemis LOVES you. When you go to Enea's apartment, she immediately meows and headbutt your legs until you pick her up. She purrs so damn loudly.
He will jokingly refer to you as a thief, Artemis refusing to even acknowledge him when you're in the vicinity.
"Come ti permetti! That is MY cat."
"Nuh uh."
"Did you just 'nuh uh' me?"
"Mhm."
Artemis doesn't concern herself with the banter, slow blinking at the two of you, purring contently.
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Enea makes depressing quips all the time. it's not uncommon by any means. But no one really ever pays him any mind. All the legends have trauma or another. Who cares?
You do, though, raising an eyebrow when he drops the line. "You don’t scare me. The only thing that scares me is crippling loneliness. And clowns.”
"....Enea?"
He freezes, immediately his ears turn red when he realizes you heard what he said, feeling uncool in front of you.
"Yes?" He trails off.
"Honestly, clowns? Of all the things to be scared of? Clowns? I relate to the first part, but dude."
Enea quickly realizing he can do his little trauma dumps on you and you reciprocate, usually dropping your own lore and he's like damn, we're both fucked up huh.
He has crippling abandonment issues, his whole family shunned him, and for a bit, it was just him and Artemis against the world.
But then he gets to know you better, under the surface of just flirting with you because he thinks youre beautiful; you have the same wounds he does.
He told himself he wouldn't get attached to anyone apart of the games, that he's solely there to win back his family's approval, to be their prodigy son again.
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It isn't long before he catches you in one of your spirals, sobbing by yourself in your room, screaming and crying into a pillow at the top of your lungs, his heart falls and shatters.
For someone who's always shown they were reliable and strong, you seem so small.
Finessing the lock, it doesnt take much to sneak into your room and gently wrap his arms around you, sshing you and forcing your head to rest against his shoulder, your body shuddering with sobs that just wont seem to stop.
"Oh mia dolce ragazza, sono qui. Sono qui, va tutto bene."
"Enea." Your voice cracks, hoarse from what seems to be like hours worth of crying.
He just holds you tighter, hoping with all his might that its enough, trying to use his body as a shield.
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The dynamic changes after that, it's no longer Enea just wanting your attention, your praise, it becomes mutual.
To everyone's surprise, you start to become equally as clingy to the man, its common to see you in Enea's room or vice versa, usually watching some type of action movie series together, laid out on the couch while Artemis is curled on top of you, content as can be.
The syndicate knows, everyone knows you're both whipped for one another, but too scared to take the plunge.
So this just means Mirage Pathfinder and Octane personally make it their mission to get y'all to finally confess. Everyone else is either cheering you on silently or telling the three to mind their damn business. Or they just don't care.
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Syndicate leans hard as FUCK now into your budding relationship, genuinely milking you both for ratings and money, but on the plus side, they do put you both together more often in publicity shoots, literally paying paparazzi to come into the arena and take photos of the two of you together to draw attention.
It definitely helps to attract more fans and revenue and brand deals, giving you both much more of a comfy life considering you're both lesser known legends.
PLEASE HEAR ME OUT, you don't know how to braid your hair, he catches you staring into your vanity mirror, one hair strand tucked in your mouth, staring at your phone screen, trying to figure it out.
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It makes him laugh for at least 3 minutes straight, tears welling up in his eyes while you're blushing in embarrassment.
"Are you gonna keep making fun of me?" Your arms are crossed, not making eye contact with the Italian man.
"Sei troppo divertente, vieni." As he pats his leg, as the laughs fade.
He wants to say no because the pout on your face is just so irresistible but he takes a minute to calm himself.
"Let me teach you, I've been told I'm a good teacher!"
Cue him absolutely failing to do so. He's in shock on how one can just not do it. His mom was the one who showed him, and when he makes a mention of how a mom couldn't have taught her daughter, his mouth snaps shut at the dark look on your face.
So instead he offers to braid your hair for you, whenever you'd like.
You try and convince yourself that you take him up on the offer because its convenient, it helped during training and matches.
Definitely not because you're so touch starved and sitting between his thighs while he braids your hair is enough to make you feel like you've done drugs.
Definitely casual the way he so lovingly brushes and twists your hair. Definitely bc he even keeps a few hair ties on his wrists, should you want it impromptu.
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Pull this motherfucker by his necklace, do it. Watch him as he immediately turns beet red and stutters, especially if you're pulling him away because he's being a little shit.
Anita is usually the one observing, being to pick up tells just fine.
He's being a little shit because he wants you to chastise him, he goes without a fight. Not so much as even looking at the rest of the group.
Wouldn't be hard to make out hearts floating around his head if it was possible.
She can't help but snort and roll her eyes. Kids.
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Enea usually dyes his hair himself, he's not particularly good at it, but it's usually just the tips of his strands so it's not like he needs alot of help.
When you offer to help him though, he's ecstatic to be 'pampered' as he says.
Until you brush out his hair roughly, angling his head to your heart's content, placing the bleach in even coats.
He can't realllyyy complain, he's sitting down on a kitchen stool, but even so, you need to be on your tiptoes a bit and your chest is just about eye level. He's throughly enjoying his time.
Even when you accidentally get bleach in his damn brows.
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If there is ever a time you two have to be apart, namely him having to go to another planet for some PR? He entrusts Artemis to you, knowing you will defend her and make sure she doesn't get up into trouble.
Oh, he feels BAD about leaving, especially when he sees you trying to hold back your frown. Please, Lord, give him strength. He doesn't want you to feel sad, but he truly can't get out of it. The syndicate made it mandatory for him, and since he's new. He doesn’t have leeway.
So he compromises, finding you before the ship is set to fly off, arms holding his famous red jacket.
"Don't they want you in that white outfit you got recently? Why do you have your jacket?"
"Its for you, cara mia. So when you get lonely-"
"Who said I'd miss you?" You mumble, raising an eyebrow in confusion. You're mocking him. You're not doing that well about it. He knows you'll miss him. You're just too shy to admit it, so you use sarcasm. Typical you.
"Oh, so you don't want it? Okay, I'll go leave it with Loba t-"
You snatch the article of clothing out from his grasp, glaring at him.
"Absolutely not." Moving to immediately throw your arms into the sleeves, zipping it up for good measure.
All he can do is laugh, eyes taking you in.
"Potrei fissarti per ore." He mumbles, face starting to get flushed.
The intercom comes over head, announcing the legends that need to make their way to the launchpad.
"That's my ride, don't miss me too much, little bird." Enea shoots you a toothy grin, he wish he could snap a photo of you right now, maybe even get it printed into his eyelids for good measure.
His dominant hand moving faster than you can blink, his fingers curl around the braid in your hair and gives it a gentle tug.
"...you better be."
"Be back soon, ok?"
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Leading into another point, he is also SEVERELY touch starved, growing up as a bounty hunter will do that to you. Being raised as strong and independent with no room for error, love wasn't shown in words or in a physical sense.
Once you welcome him into your personal space, you're pretty much fucked. He's never NOT gonna be touching you in some way, relationship or not, his hands find you.
Whether it be one of his fingers looping around your belt to drag you to him, his hand on the small of your back when you're at Mirages' lounge, or the arm he'll swing around your shoulders when another legend gets just a bit too close for his liking. His smile tightened almost unnoticeabl, his trigger finger twitching.
He'll 'jokingly' say all the time that "If you were to leave me, I'd never recover! You couldn't do that to me!" Smiling, but it won't reach his eyes.
He is extremely protective of you, but tries his best not to be overbearing. He has nobody except you and Artemis, his family is shunning him, and while the other legends do help the ache, none of them close to what you provide.
Please tell him you're not going anywhere, that you'll be together for as long as you can control it. Give him reassurance that he's not gonna be left in the dust.
He doesn't get too sentimental until it's late at night and you're over at his place, you've long since knocked out, curling into his side as he watches some weird ninja frog movie you put on.
His eyes look down at you with so much adoration, bringing a hand up to gently caress your cheek, almost getting misty eyed when you lean into his touch, mumbling something as you try and get impossibly closer.
For the first time since leaving home, he doesn't think that it was one huge mistake. Maybe something good will come out of this.
You.
He loves you, he thinks. Shit.
Translations;
come ti permetti! - How dare you!
Oh mia dolce ragazza, sono qui.
Sono qui, va tutto bene - Oh, my sweet girl, I'm here. I'm here, it's okay.
Sei troppo divertente, vieni - you're too funny, come on.
potrei fissarti per ore - I could stare at you for hours.
The concept of sparrow making the Artemis patch on his uniform makes my head go brrrrrr imagine him being a secret artist, little Artemis doodles everywhere (if you wanna see some look at his banner frame named “marked”) he’s so cutieful
I'm so sorry for the spam... I've just been on a massive art streak and can't help myself 😭😭. More fanart of Sparrow but this time it's him with his cat Artemis 🥺♥️
“You piss me off,” you jabbed, pushing Enea against the couch by his shoulders, straddling his lap, “Just— Everything about you… All of it is so fucking annoying—”
Any sane person would've had their egos bruised by these words — but not Enea.
Not Enea, because it's hard to think you're being a bitch with his body trapped beneath your own. You're sitting in his lap, hands on either side of his head, looking down at him like you're about to spit— and he might take it. Really, he might just open his mouth and ask you to do it—
Instead, he looks shocked. But that's because he is — he's liked you for a while, and… well, he's not sure he's always been subtle about it, but he didn't know if you liked him back. He didn't know if you shared his feelings— especially not the ones he keeps hidden only until late at night, when he falls asleep with a hand down his boxers and his phone blasting Deftones in his ear.
“How? How are you so kind and sweet and just— fucking perfect?” you continue, brows furrowed, “You look so good and are so nice and you… you're nice to me—”
“O— Of course I'm nice to you, you're—”
“Why, though? I mean, no, I know… you're nice to everyone… But what if I want you to only be nice to me, though?” you ask, “Is that too selfish of me, Enea…? Is it too selfish to want you to only look at me?”
He gulps.
“No,” he says. “I— I already do— Looking at you, I mean.”
You look at him, a little confused.
“You've… you've never noticed?”
“...I mean, no.”
He looks down at your hips. He wills his trembling hands to rest against your waist, pulling you down against his lap ever so slightly closer.
“You've really never noticed me looking at you? Practically drooling like a dog every time we'd meet?”
A soft blush colors your cheeks. Enea thinks it's cute — just a second ago you straddled him like you owned him and now you're red in the cheeks and speechless. You don't say anything.
He grins. “I'll take that as a no… But you know now,” he continues, “I've always looked at you. Only you. Do you know how happy I am right now?”
Enea grips your hips, nails digging into the fabric of your shorts as he grinds you down against him. His mouth is on yours, teeth clicking whenever he gets too eager, tongue greedily seeking your own, tasting you. When he moves to nip at your neck and you whine, his hips buck upwards into you, dick pressed so tightly against his trousers it almost hurts. You let him mark you up — whatever, ice and concealer should fix everything — and again you can't help but imagine a collar around his neck with his name on it. He's messy, and eager, and inexperienced— and it's perfect. You find that you enjoy this mess. You think you want to make more of it.
Your hands soon find the hem of his shirt and you pull, up and off Enea, throwing the garment away like a dirty rag. Your fingers trail down his chest and when your nail grazes his nipple he shudders— a saccharine little sound bubbles in the back of his throat at that, and you would've teased him again if only his hands hadn't found your hole and pressed down, hard, earning him a sweet noise of your own...
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