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۫ ׅ ✧ Content | | GN!READER. ❤︎ Mentions of main character death, self neglect, and depressive thoughts. Please proceed with caution. | | 💌 W.C ??
۫ ׅ ✧ Notes & Synopsis | | In which Mirage laments on the passing of his lover. This work is inspired by “come out and play” by Billie Ellish.
𝓦inter was always your favorite, though it was never Elliot’s preference. He loved summer⸻ the nights that stretched long and gold over the Outlands, the sting of sunburns on his shoulders, sunscreen smeared across his nose, and cheap lemonade sweating in plastic cups. Elliot loved the ocean and he loved the sky.
But you?
God, you loved the snow. Ugly sweaters that hung two sizes too big. Frostbitten noses and knitted gloves. Warm mugs of hot cocoa clutched between careful hands. You loved the quiet hush of snowfall against metal rooftops, the way the world softened when winter came.
You and Elliot were complete opposites.
And yet somehow… you guys worked together perfectly.
You were slow-paced and melodic in everything you did. Even when the arena roared and gunfire cracked through the air, you moved with patience. You took pride in every movement, every breath, every shot. You worked with such meticulous care it made Elliot’s pulse spike.
It seemed like your hands were made for sniping. Elliot watched in awe every time. He was whipped, really.
But it had to be a small crush, right? Just admiration for his fellow Legend. Some harmless appreciation. A little starstruck moment whenever you landed another impossible shot across the arena. At least that’s what he believed. (What Elliot wasn’t expecting was that you felt the same.)
It started small, it initially begins with a conversation after a match while medics patched up wounds. Then another, Then the two of you lingering longer than necessary in the drop ship. Sharing snacks. Trading sarcastic remarks.
Eventually those conversations turned into walks. Then dinners by candlelight, eventually leading into a relationship. Finally! You were Elliot’s and Elliot was yours.
For a man who had spent most of his life hiding behind holograms and jokes, love like this felt unreal. Maybe with his luck, it was something too good to last. Regardless, the days became months and the months became years.
And it seemed that Elliot Witt thee! Showman of the Apex Games, master of distractions and bad jokes had finally gathered the courage to propose. He even made breakfast!
He remembers the exact date. It was the third of December and snow had fallen sometime in the night. The windows were frosted pale white, and the quiet glow of winter morning spilled through the kitchen. Everything was perfect. At least, Elliot thought so.
In his hands were his mother and father’s original rings. He had rehearsed his speech at least twenty-seven times in his head. Well, technically (twenty-eight, if you counted the time he accidentally proposed to a hologram.) His verses were somewhat memorized.
The last step was just waking you up. Elliot had fantasized about this moment for months. He imagined your sleepy confusion, the way your eyes would widen when he dropped to one knee. Maybe you’d cry? Maybe he would too.
He’d probably ramble actually, that was unavoidable. Still smiling to himself, Elliot stepped into the bedroom. “ Hey, sleepyhead. “ You didn’t stir a single bit, the sight of your dormant body causes him to chuckle. “ C’mon, babe… big day today. I made breakfast. And before you ask! Yes, the kitchen is still standing. “
Nothing. Elliot stepped closer to the bed. You were always a light sleeper. Usually one shake and you’d groan his name.
He shook you gently. Still no response, there is absence of warmth along your skin, despite the chill of winter this is uncharacteristic, even for you. “ Hey… “
Confusion crept in first. Just mild confusion. Maybe you were exhausted from the last match. Maybe you stayed up late again reading those ridiculous sniper manuals you loved so much. Elliot froze.
“ Hey—no, no, no—come on. “ Panic arrived all at once, your shoulder rolled slightly with the motion, but you did not wake. You did not breathe Elliot’s heart began hammering violently against his ribs.
“ Babe…? “ Silence. The mug of cocoa slipped from his hand and shattered across the floor the ring box fell quietly beside it.
It was hard for Elliot to let go winter had come once again, exactly one year later and you were still gone. Snow once felt magical to him because you loved it so much. Now it was nothing more than a cruel reminder.
The halls of the house that were once filled with your laughter and Elliot’s terrible jokes had grown hollow within this home. Every room echoed with what could have been. Sometimes Elliot felt like he could see the ghosts of your future. Elliot feels like he’s the shell of a man he once was.
Once he had been a loud and flamboyant man who was the star of the Apex Games man who could light up a room with nothing but a grin and a poorly time joke, now the world still knew Mirage.
But Elliot Witt had vanished, every night death lingered around him like a veil he couldn’t escape. There was an endless ache living somewhere deep in his chest the constant fear of being forgotten and the constant fear of forgetting you.
Sometimes the house felt like it mocked him. It had been a year since he entered that bedroom and it has been a year since he cleaned it and exactly a year since he packed away your clothes. Everything still remained untouched.
Elliot exhaled shakily, biting his lower lip to stop the sob that desperately wants to come out. He was so tired of crying. And somewhere in the back of his mind, he imagined you watching him. Would you be disappointed? Would you be upset? You’d probably tell him to grow up and get it together.
And maybe… you’d be right, he did leave the Apex Games after all, he cut off contact with the other Legends and even his fans hadn’t heard from him. The Outlands probably thought Mirage had simply disappeared.
The guilt of it all drove him mad, how could he let everyone down like this? His legacy faded with every passing day while he sat here rotting inside memories. Elliot would rub his tired hands over his face to shake off the memories, the persistent sound of teapot whistled behind him. Muttering quietly, Elliot poured two cups of green tea.
One for him and one for you, this would be a toast to the woman he loved so much. To the life he could not bring back.
۫ ׅ ✧ Content | | M!READER ❤︎ org ask: “hi again! may i request soul x male reader x kid? like so basically reader is really into alt fashion and edgy stuff along those lines and so kid is like really simping for reader and soul picks it up and is like “ wow didn’t know you were into bad boys “ and kid is like “ just be glad you’re not the only one lmao “ and reader is just kinda sitting there with them and hes just kinda trying not to laugh and then kid and soul are just kinda bickering about it and they both stop when reader starts play flirting with them and they’re both embarrassed and reader is just grinning trying not to laugh :)) sorry for the long ask i just didnt want to miss anything, also can i be 🐸 anon? “ | | 💌 W.C 780
۫ ׅ ✧ Notes & Synopsis | | I accidentally posted this and it was unfinished?? I ended up deleting it. This ask was originally for 🐸 anon
𝓑eing a student at Death Weapon Meister Academy had its perks. Sure, there were the obvious ones⸻ training to hunt kishin eggs, missions assigned by Lord Death, and the ever-present chaos that came with living in a school full of meisters and weapons. But outside the danger and drills, there were quieter moments too. Moments where the world slowed down just enough for laughter to slip through the cracks.
Moments like this one.
The afternoon sun spilled through the tall windows of the academy’s common room, casting warm golden streaks across the floor. Students lounged around the space⸻ some of them are trying to study but Blackstar keeps arguing about homework with the twins, and there are just others passing time until the next mission call.
Right in the middle of it all sat you.
Relaxed between Soul and Kid, boots propped lazily against the edge of the table. The chains hanging from your belt clinked softly whenever you shifted, silver rings lining your fingers as you absentmindedly tapped them against the wood. Your outfit is layered black fabrics, chains, dark boots, and piercings that glinted whenever the light hit just right. It was pretty obvious that your style leaned heavily into alt and edgy territory.
And apparently… someone had been noticing.
For the past few minutes, you’d caught Kid glancing at you. And it is painfully obvious, but who could say no to the attention? The quick little looks he clearly thought were subtle. They were not.
And judging by the crooked smirk slowly forming on Soul’s face, you weren’t the only one who had picked up on it.
Soul leaned back on his hands, red eyes flicking between the two of you before he let out a quiet snort.
“ Oh wow, “ he muttered, loud enough for Kid to hear. ” Didn’t know you were into bad boys. “ His posture went rigid, eyes widening just slightly as he turned toward Soul like he’d just been caught committing a crime.
You had to bite the inside of your cheek to keep from laughing. Kid’s face slowly started turning pink as he adjusted his posture, trying very hard to act like nothing had happened.
“ I don’t know what you’re talking about, “ he replied stiffly. Soul raised an eyebrow. “ Dude, “ he said, barely holding back a laugh. “ You’ve been staring for like ten minutes. “
“ I have not. “
“ You literally just did it again. “
“ That was a normal glance. “
“ Yeah, sure it was. “
Kid crossed his arms, glaring at Soul before firing back, “ Just be glad you’re not the only one. “ That did it. Soul sat up straight immediately. “ Oh? So now you’re admitting it? “ “ I didn’t admit anything. “ “ Sounded like you did. “ The two of them quickly dissolved into a full blown argument, tossing sarcastic remarks back and forth like verbal dodgeballs. Meanwhile… You sat quietly between them. Watching. Trying very hard not to laugh.
A few small chuckles escaped you before you could stop them, which only made the two of them talk louder as they attempted to defend their dignity. Honestly, it was ridiculously entertaining. But after a moment, a thought crossed your mind. It would be such a waste not to have a little fun with this. Slowly, you shifted in your seat.
Before either of them could question it, you leaned forward slightly and draped one arm casually around Soul’s shoulders. Your other arm followed, settling around Kid. Both of them froze mid argument. Their words died instantly. You tilted your head, smiling in a way that was just mischievous enough to make the moment worse. “ Alright boys, “ you said casually, voice smooth with amusement. “ There’s enough of me to go around. No need to get so feisty. “
You paused for dramatic effect before adding “ Although… I’m flattered. Truly. “ Silence fell over the couch. Kid’s brain visibly shut down. His face turned completely red as his jaw dropped slightly, eyes wide as he stared at you like you’d just broken every rule of symmetry in the universe.
Soul didn’t handle it much better.
The usually cool weapon went bright red, turning his head away while muttering something under his breath that made absolutely no sense. And you? ou had to look away. Because the grin spreading across your face was getting impossible to hide.
Oh, this was priceless. You were absolutely telling Maka about this later. For now though, you simply leaned back into the couch, arms still loosely resting around the two very flustered boys beside you, trying not to laugh as they both sat there in stunned embarrassment. Totally worth it.
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