Gosh darn. It started cute and ended all melodramatic and blah!! Sorry.
I mean, I really didn’t know how to end it.
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Little Heart
He stood as still as a statue, the glowing beacons that were his eyes narrowed at the soft blue balloon that fell before him, courtesy of the lively crowd of skinsuits that merrily jumped over the dance floor in a drunken, happy mess.
Someone must have pushed it his way during the dancing, and it made a perfect target for him.
His hand slowly inched up, the open palm facing up as all of his fingers were pressed straight into a pointed edge.
With a precise strike already aimed, it launched with purpose, an immediate pop happening just seconds after.
A single, quick jut forced the orb of air to burst, and he stood in silent satisfaction before another color fell in his line of sight.
-Pink.
‘Pink?’ he wondered with confusion, not knowing where it came from when all he’d seen were blue.
He looked on with curiosity, and he cocked his head to the side as yet another fell before him, slowly descending.
-yellow.
Yellow, followed by red.
As the fourth balloon fell in his line of vision, he caught sight of a crudely drawn little heart sketched in black marker.
A little giggle came from two seats over, and he recognized the voice instantly, the little titter being one he's memorized quite fondly.
He craned his head to the side, his glowing eyes adjusted to the sight of you.
With a mixed drink held between both hands, you slowly turned away, the stool beneath your rump spinning in the opposite direction with just one push from your foot.
He watched as your shoulders lightly shook while you took another sip from the colorful, little straw, in reality taking a moment to try and settle down from the heavy heat that had found home over your cheeks.
Before you were two more little pieces of rubber, the same colors repeated, as well as a thick, black permanent marker, and he realized that they were something you brought, something you made in the moment just to play with him.
Revenant released a low rumble, the sound of bother holding just the softest hint of amusement.
Still gazing at you, his arm whipped through the air, cutting through both balloons with the single motion as they bounced back up from the counter.
The third was caught in his other hand, the little heart on it facing him, and he could only imagine the silly, little smile you wore as you drew it, and how it'd most certainly grown when you’d lead it his way with a little push of your hand.
He could see that as you slowly turned back to him, your (e/c) colored eyes twinkled playfully in between each eye bat you cutely executed.
Always playful....
Always sweet...
Always so painstrickenly adorable that A soft hum left him, and he thought about how if there was anyone he'd miss, it'd be you.
Seconds rolled by in the silent glance, both of you waiting for someone to move first.
The more you looked at him, the more your features melted softly into what seemed like something blue, something sorrowful you tried to hold down but were losing the battle to.
He then caught sight of a stray tear, a show of sadness coming into view, and it stunned him because while he’d thought of how much he’d miss you, he hadn’t considered that you’d feel the same.
He hadn’t considered it, but the truth was, you’d miss him just as much.
You would, but had no courage to say so.
As much as you bothered him and messed around, you could never actually tell him just how much you cared about him, how much tenderness you held for him.
Momentarily, he mused over the idea that this was the world letting him know, of letting him know that in the field of rotten weeds that coiled over his feet, there was a little flower existing, waiting for him to notice it.
- It was telling him that you’d miss him, even if you had planned to keep it quiet.
No one had ever cried for him. No one had ever spared a tear for him, not even when he’d been a breathing being, and of course he wouldn’t be stupid enough to say that it wasn’t his fault.
That had been the path he chose, the lonesome life he thought was worthwhile.
Now he mattered to someone, not as a weapon and pawn, but as someone.
- As a person.
He almost laughed at the idea that you thought of him as a person, in spite of all the wiring and metal plates that made him. Even if you’d felt it for yourself before.
As you shied away to wipe away the fallen drop, he felt a smile form.
Without expressing it, without the means to do so, he somehow remembered how it was to smile, and it was such a powerful feeling that fueled him, that he felt as though he were.
He was almost convinced he was.
Without question you'd be the one thing in his memory bank that reminds him of happiness, happiness that came from something as simple as existing.
No blood, no fortune, nor profit.
Nothing that he thought would bring him happiness before came close to giving him the same sense of joy you did with just being there.
Your silent cry needed an answer from him, he owed you one after everything.
Quietly, with the back of his index finger, he traced the drawing, careful not to burst the thin layer that contained all of the collected air.
He pretended as though it was your own heart, delicate and in his hand, needing all of the tenderness in the world because of how precious it was.
“Hm...”
Had it really taken him so long to see it?
Did it really have to come to some sappy goodbye for it to just dawn upon him that maybe, just maybe he already had something special.
-Typical.
Typical skinsuit behavior.
As he stood there, he came to the realization that you were what made him want to smile and actually continue on living.
- continue with his dreadful existence just a bit longer, and he contemplated staying.
Maybe everything had aligned the way it did for him to live long enough to find you, and his existence had meaning.
He hadn't left yet, and he already regretted leaving, but most of all, he missed you.
Undoubtedly, he’d miss you and the wonderful colors you’d let fall upon him and he couldn’t imagine going longer than a few days without them.
He’d tried before, only to find himself shadowing you throughout your day, the bot trying to understand what it was that had him compelled to see you of all people.
Even if it was from afar.
He then took notice how sullen you’d become, and he had an idea in mind, a silly one that he would only consider after knowing you,
- after caring about you.
By that point you’d let out a shaky sigh, one that turned into a stuttered gasp as a blue balloon waft down before you.
Another soon danced down, and you craned your head back to see Revenant right behind you, staring down at you as he let go of just one more blue balloon.
The last came close to your face, but with a soft puff of air shot up to it, it changed direction, easily moved.
Time felt slow, and the blaring music of the background suddenly fell to deaf ears.
You swallowed down thickly, the aftertaste of the alcoholic drink Elliott had given you suddenly bitter.
The sight of the beautiful being suddenly blurred, the overwhelming feelings that had rained down on you too much to bear, but you smiled.
You smiled stupidly at what he’d just done.
‘Will you miss me too?’ you idly wondered.
Before he could consider the risks of it, he took action, and he then leaned down, his arms coiling around you, pulling you back towards him with need.
Quietly, his lips pressed down to the top of your head, and at the contact you whispered his name, longingly.
Unopposed, you cuddled to him, and he wondered:
If he dared to ask...would you consider leaving, would you join him on the journey?
Were you waiting not on a goodbye, but an invitation?
Imagine A somewhat oblivious reader pinned after more than one Legend.
- stuck between Rev, Bloodhound, and Valk, and yeah, I’m giving her to my boi Rev.
🥒 (dill) with it.
Some Bloodhound x Reader
Some/ light Valk x Reader
I didn’t make BH too sweet, sorry. They’re actually kinda...well possessive here, which isn’t too bad lol. I wouldn’t mind a completely yan Bloodhound, but they’re not the OTP here.
- Truly sorry
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YOOO this had been a drabble where Rev was just jelly of Bloodhound. LOL. I actually wanted to add more Valk, but I was like,
-sigh-
Loba.
Aware
The simulacrum's eyes glowed a burning amber, the same color of rueful, charring flames as they narrowed towards the sight of anyone else that had the boldness to try and take claim where he prowled.
Most of the time, the target tended to be the intrusive Hound that always insisted in coming in between, arriving between both he and (f/n) in the most literal term.
Their eyes, while disguised behind thick lenses didn't lose any of their viciousness, and they had no plight in sending messages of definite defiance towards the red-painted creature, words not needing to be exchanged to get the memo across,
'She's mine.
- All mine.'
They had no fear, no willingness to fall back unlike almost anyone else certainly would have, and that was possibly the most infuriating and unnerving part.
vicious threats of promised carnage meant nothing, neither did a burning barrel pressed right between their eyes, nor did A sharp sickle to their jugular.
Metal claws have dug into their flesh, creating deep carves that oozed red until their last breath.
Red ribbons would dance in the air with each slash, with each disembowelment, and yet, it did nothing.
- Bloodhound could not be shaken no matter what was the danger, no matter what fulfilled threat.
Responses came in equal barbarity, their mercy withheld whenever they crossed paths in the games.
Offhandish comments and dismissive statements became sardonic retorts, the underline mockery and venom in them not going unnoticed by everyone else who'd only ever received gratitude and kindness from Bloodhound.
It didn't take long for them to understand why.
And while it wasn't clear why there was such animosity between them from the viewer's perspective, it was for certain that there was bitter blood between them, and the fans ate it up, rejoicing in the bloodshed.
To the mechanical beast, the stalking hunter was their worst enemy.
They were manipulative in the most shrewd manner, their gentle façade being what guaranteed them the young woman's adoration and praise, much to Revenant’s chargin.
Much worse, they were also territorial, sickeningly so, and they took that trust given to them and used it in their favor, to feed their that nature.
" You must choose your companions carefully, Ástvinur..." Bloodhound warned, the attention they cast down to the female disturbingly fierce and passionate, and as they said the address, it was sweet with affection.
Revenant wondered that if the rest of the world could see it...how couldn't she?
They always stood too close and spoke too intimately as though she belonged to them, existing for their molding and authority, having been born for them and much more ridiculously, being ' a gift sent to them.'
If anyone felt as though they had a right to (f/n) it was Bloodhound.
Sometimes Revenant doubted there was anything truly loving about the way they viewed (f/n), and reasoned that with all of the little claims Bloodhound had made, it was morso an obsession.
Because it sure seemed that way.
Revenant was aware he was no better, perhaps it was hypocritical to say otherwise, but at the very least he only watched.
He hardly ever took it upon himself to redirect her.
If she talked to anyone so be it.
If she was happier, then he chose to watch that happiness, entertained with it.
However, the same could not be said for the other legend. Bloodhound was quick to whisk her way while she was in company of anyone else, and made sure to have her alone, by themselves, because the hunter was "more comfortable with sharing," when it was just the two of them alone.
That had been the excuse, the bullshit lie that had been told to get her alone.
That had been how they'd pulled her away from the crowd, from his very side.
They always made sure to guide her with a hand on her lower back,
the satisfied little chuckle they released whenever he knew his rivals had a view of them.
Revenant could see the way (f/n) seemed to take in the words, perhaps understanding what Bloodhound meant, or moreso, who they were referring to because it wasn't like the simulacrum had a good record amongst the crowed.
"I know," she responded back, sounding somewhat blue, perhaps too pensive about the remarks to understand that the way the other legend came closer wasn't just friendly.
The way their gloved fingers lightly brushed over her cheek wasn't friendly, but daring for more and lingering for far too long, long enough for the little brush to turn into a gentle cradling of her cheek.
"Gaze upon me," they said, the tone all too soft, coaxing her more into them, wanting every fiber of her being to have lingers of their taste.
"Heed my warnings little one," they added, and (f/n) nodded, though casting her eyes off to the side in a manner of faint defiance, and Rev couldn't help but feel vain.
As he kept his eyes on them, he felt certain.
There was just one thing his little competition could not accomplish, and it was to turn (f/n) away from him.
Try as they might, it was futile.
"You are very..." Bloodhound trailed off, the long, low sigh they released longing, and somewhat in dissatisfaction as well as they realized how stubborn she was.
"....Cherished," they proceeded after a few seconds, perhaps having debated on what would have been too much to admit, not willing to reveal to her all of the things they had no trouble in reciting to the bot.
It was infuriating how innocent the masked legend seemed, how amicable they behaved towards her while, at the same time the undertone they possessed was anything but.
Words of concern were just possessive claims that at their best were deemed as little chidings.
Every bit of advice was not for her better being, but for their benefit.
How could she not see how manipulative they were, how selfish they truly were?
- How dangerously the devotion they had for her threaded?
Bloodhound had been the one that had, very "gently" warned off Mirage for having put his arm around her, the innocent, little act that had only been a friendly gesture swallowed with offense.
The other legend and (f/n) had, had an unsuccessful duo, but it was something to celebrate when they'd ranked 2nd, the match so close it would have been a victory if they would have had just one more bullet left in the chamber.
Even if it hadn't been a win, it had been quite the exhilarating spectacle, and if anything was just as good as having the top rank, because having high publicity and ratings generated views.
And if Mirage loved anything besides winning, it was attention.
During the exchange between Bloodhound and Mirage, there were hardly any words in between, only a small talk of beasts and prey, blood and mercy as the hunter's blade was promptly sharpened, each slow, long press of the blade against the surface similar to the wicked motion of skinning.
"- Do you understand?" Bloodhound glowered, and the eyes that were beneath the lenses narrowed viciously at the fretting, tanned skin male.
"Y-yeah!" The wavy-haired legend was quick to say, both hands held up in defense as he awkwardly chuckled, trying to play off how damn nervous he was, and how pain strickenly awkward the situation was too.
' - Geez.'
Elliott had been no fool, and he'd made sure to keep his hands to himself when it came to (f/n) because having the enigmatic legend on his tail wasn't something he was really hoping hard for.
Nor was it in him to continue to have the murder bot venomously glare at him as he loomed over (f/n)'s shoulder, standing as a sort of haunting spirit in wait for bloodshed.
Granted he'd never done anything but glare, but still.
He'd already been wary of the simulacrum, and there was no reason to change his caution.
- Even if there were moments where there were moments of doubt.
(f/n) smiled largely, jumping up as she waved at the bar's owner, "Elli!" she greeted while walking through the doorway, seeming awfully chipper for someone whose shadow was a nearly 7-foot mechanical beast of carnage.
the little rag that had been in his hand was wrung and with a hard swallow mirage smiled back, his other hand shakenly risen, " H-hey (f/n)," he said with a lopsided smile as he eyed Revenant instead, sheepishly peering up at him through his dark lashes.
Normally there was a much more animosity coming from him, but during then he seemed rather tame, looking down with indifference towards the bar's owner, not really caring where he was dragged to so long as he spent time with his little skinsuit.
It made Mirage's shoulders sink down softly, a bit of calm coming as he noticed that the bot was subdued.
Rev sat down by (f/n) and drowned the harsh liquor given to him with little hesitance, his expressionless face somehow holding the faintest show of interest with every word that dripped from her lips.
-And talk, she did.
'It's...kind of ...cute?' Mirage tried to reason.
It was sweet in a weird way, kind of like when you find a wild animal and instead of tearing you up, it decides to cuddle with you.
'Yeah...something like that,' Elliott thought with a cold sweat running down his temple.
Revenant, who at his best had always been standoffish and snappy was rather sweet with (f/n), any of the little dark remarks he threw her way being in the form of teasing that got a few giggles back.
For a split second mirage thought of something else, borderline x-rated, and he nearly dropped his glass during then, immediately receiving his two customer's attention.
'That's just weird...' he started, ashamed with himself... but still curious.
Did the simulacrum come with those parts?
'I'm pretty sure he can get them attached...I think...uh...' his eyes then dipped down to the loincloth and he felt his face burn.
'Does it...pop up?' he wondered, questioning whether or not the simulacrum walked around packing.
'I sure hope they use a lot of lube,' he thought with pity. 'I mean....unless it's not metal? I wonder if-'
"- What the hell are you looking at skinsuit?" Revenant said with a narrowed gaze as he realized Mirage kept staring at him, his damn eyes directed down beneath his waist.
It was...unnerving.
Beside him, (f/n) also stood with curiosity, wondering why in the world her friend seemed so...red.
He seemed red as he babbled, his dark eyes shooting everywhere else but the two.
Mirage wouldn't openly admit it, but he was considered dense at times, an idiot too.
Yeah, he paid attention and disagreed, so that was a point for him.
-But (f/n) ?
(f/n) took it to another level, because somehow, she couldn't see how much effect she had around her admirers which didn't just include Bloodhound and Revenant.
Bloodhound was a hassle for Rev, but other times it was the cocky smirked sky bird that dared to stand too close and touched (f/n) far too much, pushing boundaries no one else dared to when it promised a target to their head by two of the most dangerous legends.
She was too friendly and if that weren't bad enough, the way she spoke to her was much less withheld, sometimes borderline crewed.
It was known she was a womanizer, and it was sickening to see (f/n) ease into such a lure, not quite understanding that the flirtatious talk wasn't all for jokes.
The almond-eyed female's smile would always be half lifted, the specific smirk she adorned haughty when she was being spectated by the hunter and bot.
And (f/n), sweet (F/n) stupidly smiled in amusement and enjoyment.
Valkyrie had no fear either, perhaps more of an adrenaline spike when she realized just how much the bot despised the consistent flirting, even if at the end of the day she received nothing but (f/n)'s friendship in return.
"What?" Valk said with a low, an almost harmonious hum ending her words as she narrowed her eyes at Revenant.
"You think I'm afraid of you evil trash can?" she added with a smirk that made his claws want to extend and tear through it, the only thing stopping him from doing so being the (h/c) haired young woman whose smile truly did mean the world to him.
Weakness...
- It was all damnable weakness that he couldn't let anyone else have hold of.
"Think again," she said while standing opposingly, her arms crossed over her chest as she even tilted her head back slightly, her chin upturned.
And even if he towered over her, she still looked down at him with that arrogant smirk, and he was certain that somewhere in her little, worthless skin bag brain she was even more driven by the idea that she could spite him somehow.
He released a low snarl before collecting himself again, hoping to strike low, "What about Loba...?" he asked her, and at the name of the thieving brat, Valkryie's demeanor shifted.
surprised, frustrated...embarrassed.
She clicked her tongue," What about Loba?" she said back, her eyes cast aside.
- She'd rather not talk about that.
It was at that moment that (f/n) arrived, her placid smile warming into a true one as she caught sight for the two.
"Hey guys," she greeted them, " You two seem to be getting along," she observed, seeming rather pleased that two of her good friends were seeing a middle ground.
"Yeah..." the bot murmured, "Getting along," he repeated as he eyed the light-haired female with a glare that demanded her to follow his lead.
"Yeah..." Valk started, "Turns out we have something common," she said back, and throughout the moment they both looked at (f/n).
Revenant released a low, gruff grunt, as Valkyrie merely smiled back, chuckling softly.
He'd never reveal that the highlight of his nights was having (f/n) fall asleep next to him, leaning close and in search of comfort after watching films with bloody chaos and cheesy jumps.
She'd insist on horror movies, and he always agreed because every little shaky hop she performed brought her closer to him, and it was worthwhile.
She'd made him swear to keep it a secret how much she squealed and flinched, and he felt pleased to know that it was a side of her no one else could see.
Bloodhound could try and lead her in their direction.
They could try and coerce her into their mindset.
They could hunt her down and search for her as much as they wanted, but at the end of the day, she searched for him instead.
She searched for Revenant and was comfortable with every side of him he showed her from the initial, callous side that despised having her close, to the tamer, softhearted one that had taken just a little digging to find, and had him following her instead.
Valkyrie could continue to coat her in sugary words, and while she managed to turn (f/n) into a bashful little mess with every other line, the young woman always brought them back to Rev with the hopes of getting a reaction out of him.
She told him of the idiocies and had even had it in her to use the material on him if only to get a little chuckle out of him every now and then.
- So maybe he'd have to give a little thanks to the sky bird for that.
he never quite found her to be competition because it was clear as day that she still pinned over Loba, and she wasn't going to let go of that any time soon, no matter how much she tries and shift that over to (f/n).
Sure her intrusion was annoying, but he kept his eyes on the real threat to which he also felt the slightest thankfulness toward when considered.
He'd also have to appreciate how hard Bloodhound worked to try and come in between because it just made (f/n) even more determined to stay close, the effect being an outcome the hunter could not have foreseen but would certainly detest.
"Hey..." (f/n) softly murmured, her eyelids falling heavily over the glossy (e/c) colored orbs that struggled to lay focus.
The clang of the glass against the surface held more power than her voice, and it meant that it was almost that time to leave.
The sound that came from him was only short of a grunt, perhaps more of a hum as he acknowledged her and her pathetic attempt to get his attention which came in the form of tiny, little murmurs.
"Rev..." she added, her head lazily leaning onto his arm, giving him just the slightest jolt, like a little spark of electricity had tickled him.
"Are you even listening to me?" she asked him just as quietly, a yawn proceeding her words.
Again he made the same sound, and it didn't seem that she liked it too much because she pouted.
"Rev...I... I don't know if what I feel is right..." she started. "Bloodhound is really sweet..." she started, and he felt his body stiffen, his motion stilled as he waited for her to continue.
"But..." she breathed out, sniffling, "But I don't like how they talk about you..." she added.
"I don't like it when anyone talks bad about you..." she continued to babble, "It hurts so much..." she lamented.
And if he had a heart, it would still, as she breathed out the next line,
"You know, I love you...Maybe that's why it hurts," she said while reaching for her half-empty glass.
The attempt was made in a somewhat silly manner as she used her index and middle finger as legs to ‘walk’ the rest of her hand over the surface of the counter until it reached the container.
"I wonder if you feel the same," she added while stopping short of reaching the glass, instead choosing to snuggle close to him for a short minute,
“I hope you feel the same,” she revealed before reaching out again with her other hand.
Before she could touch it, a large, metallic hand took hold of it, his palm laying over the open top as he listened to her lightly slurred words.
"sometimes....no one listens," she said with gloom while latching onto him, immediately feeling at home.
"Well, maybe just you," she admitted." I think you love me too...don't you?" she softly giggled.
Wordlessly, Revenant slid the glass over to Witt who caught it just before it touched the edge.
"- I'm going ahead and close the tab," Elliot said softly while pointing away from them, momentarily leaving them be and only taking a glance back to see the bot gently move her, adjusting her in his arms to carry her.
Meanwhile, Revenant held her with tenderness, and she looked so small in his arms that his need to hold her close felt like a duty.
"Do you love me?" (f/n) asked him again, and he could feel her eyes on him, waiting, expecting, and possibly yearning.
He felt insects crawling over the insides of his artificial organs, giving him a little tickle that made his knees feel awfully weak.
Wasn't it enough that he was carrying her back?
Wasn't it clear when he let her drag him everywhere... when he bothered to come with her because he couldn't trust anyone else to keep an eye on her when she'd clearly gone over what was enough for her?
With her in his arms he then brought his attention to the other person in teh bar,
" - Charge it to mine," he said lowly, speaking to Elliott who, while he'd tried to give space, couldn't help but look at them with a touch of a smile as he listened.
"- And not a word to anyone else," he advised in a snarl, all as (f/n) released a soft, blue sigh, feeling ignored.
“Got it...” Witt said warmly.
“Revv?” (f/n) then breathed, her voice so sweet, the male carrying her registered the taste of sugar.
"If I say yes will you just shut up?" he questioned her as he walked out of the building, his tone awfully soft to match the calm night.
"Only if you mean it...." she responded back, and he scoffed,
"How would you know I mean it, huh?" he questioned her.
- sometimes she made no sense.
“Because I trust you,” she said back, and to him, it felt like another declaration of love.
Her feet which hung over his arm lightly swayed in lazy movement, and the meager rocking distracted him for a moment. It became interesting as he’d felt too reluctant to look down and find her eyes on him.
Her movements slowly lost enthusiasm, and he then released a short grunt of annoyance, and frustration.
He prepared himself with a long, low breath, but stopped short when he finally found it in himself to look down at her to find her sleeping.
His shoulders slacked and his head hung for just a second as his steps took a pause.
“...Yes,” he muttered with hesitance, the doubt within the word stemmed from not uncertainty, but the warm flutter he felt.
Based off the Saviors Launch Trailer, mostly thought of as I saw Loba and Valk// so cute.
word count: 2070
Hugs
You faintly recognized your surroundings as the room spun, the thick knot that was forming at the back of your head evidence of how battered you were, along with the oozing red that dripped down from your scalp, and what most certainly felt like a shattered rib.
"ow..." you muttered weakly, rapidly blinking to try and ward off the sudden haziness of your vision that only let you see blurs behind a thick sheet of moisture.
One of your hands then moved to lay over your ribcage, ghosting over the left portion where the scalding ache continued to fester from and made your body unwittingly curl as a low hiss was performed.
You could be exaggerating, maybe there wasn't anything broken, but it still hurt like hell and something definitely felt like it'd snapped.
Something surely felt like it needed mending.
The recognition of sound came later, and somewhere Mixed along with the newfound sense was indication of gunfire as well as the bestial roar of the large crustaceous monster, and another cry that reached you and made you shrink.
The cry, or rather, shriek, was a shriek of complete fury, and you instantly recognized it by the voice alone, the inhumane sound immediately registered to one being.
You knew who'd released it, but you didn't know why.
You just hoped he was alright, and not a mess of scattered pieces that while didn't indicate his death, still brought you sadness.
After all, there was nothing more disheartening than the sight of him torn, the consciousness that still clung to the body existing through pain, unable to simply switch off and avoid such a nightmare.
You hoped he was alright, and he was,
- somewhat.
His body seared with heat, the entirety of it consumed in black the second he saw the beast swipe at you and connect an attack, much more when he witnessed it go for a second strike just after you'd been hit.
He'd moved swiftly, his body twisting itself in accordance to reach you and stand on guard, taking the strike if he had to, something he'd been doing frequently, more times than he'd care to count.
He could take it.
After all, he was nothing but replaceable parts, and you... weren't.
Luckily, it was unneeded as the rest of the legends had moved in on it, forcing it to retreat, the varmint not knowing which way to go other than back as it was met with an onslaught of bullets and heavy fire.
You lay there, breathing, but unconscious, and as he turned back and saw that, it got the better of him, the rage he felt needing an outlet, making him turn back to your attacker with a menacing stalk.
"I'd take a bullet for you," you said coyly, leaning into his arm as he sat there, waiting on the dropship.
What had you so attached to him, he wouldn't be able to really name, perhaps lunacy, especially when he thought of how you thought you were inconspicuous.
Did you really think you had anyone fooled?
People were starting to talk...
"-Then take 6 " he was quick to say, and that made you pout, the sudden drop to your happy smile making him snicker.
- Well, at least you were entertaining.
"I'm serious," you added softly, a touch of bashfulness to your words, and the look you wore became distracting enough that he ignored the banners before him.
As you started to focus on the sight before you, you saw all of the other legends move, armed and ready, advancing in a unified attack against the beast that had swatted you away like an itsy bitsy fly until you hit hard surface headfirst.
Slowly, you managed to stand, your wobbly legs barely functioning as you staggered forward, wanting to do something other than lay there watching.
Meanwhile, the simulacrum that oozed dark smoke and was covered in black turned back to you yet again, finding you on your feet and moving towards everyone else with that damned look in your eye that sometimes convinced him you were crazy..
It was the same infuriating look you wore when you actually did take those hits for him.
It was the same one you wore when left alone, not cowering after your team gets the short end.
And if he were being honest, it was the same one that had him interested in you to begin with, because unarmed, you'd charged at him.
- Without a thing but that lunacy, you beat him.
"Make it count!" you said hastily, speaking to your partner after staying back, the arc star you had in hand an unconcern to the bot as he was sure he could evade your throw.
He'd moved towards you, ready to slice through you when you'd stuck the darn ordinance in your own chest during your run, the surprise serving as a distraction that left him stunned for just a moment to have you successfully on him.
You clung to him, your arms and legs both pressed down to him before you revealed another arc star, jabbing it to his own back just before the first erupted, the powerful surge of energy that came between you two sending you both in different directions, the annoying stun of the first leaving him too disoriented to do anything before the second went off.
Revenant let out a roar as he was stripped of his shield and with a pathetic amount of health left over as your teammate came through in little time, the trail of green that he left behind an indicator of who it was.
"Chica that was crazy, even for me!" Octane praised as he charged toward the bot with a shotgun, the close-range shot sending him to his knees, unable to do anything but watch you two celebrate.
"Got you something," octane said while turning, throwing his second weapon towards you as well as a well-needed phoenix kit, both of which you seemed grateful for.
After chucking the weapon at you Octavio then turned back to the simulacrum,
"Yikes...look at you," he then said while looming over Revenant, looking down at him like shit on a shoe, " Looks like she pulled a fast one on you, amigo." He added with a little chuckle, somewhat wary of the dark glare he received, which while belonging to a subdued bot was still vicious enough to cause caution.
With a refreshed sigh you smiled before you looked down at Revenant whose eyes had left the speed demon and had once again found you, the malice that had festered in him well written in the gaze.
Again octane turned back to you, a thumb pointing over his shoulder to where rev was,
"Hey, you gonna finish this guy off...or?"
A 10-second pause was set between the question and your answer, one that for some reason bothered the simulacrum,
" I hate to kick a man while he's down," you started, turning away from him instead, "You do it," you said to your friend, who nodded fastly before pushing the bot back, just to have him receive a quick throttle of kicks, eliminating him from the game.
"That sucks for you, compadre." octane started, " But at least it wasn't boring, " he said as a condolence and to think that was the last thing he registered.
He then lowered his weapon, and for a hard minute, he stood between both the creature and you, not knowing which to move towards.
It was either finish the beast off or make his way towards you, turning you back to cover, taking you away from any more harm because from what it looked like you had the intention to go near it again.
He couldn't put into words how frustrated he was with you, and neither could he easily admit how relieved he was to see you move.
It brought him just enough comfort to settle down the bloodlust he'd been drowned in, enough for him to turn into ash before once again reverting to his previous state by the time he reached you.
"You," he said while stomping towards you, the menacing strut one you didn't flinch at, but rather moved towards with comfort at the sight as you’d gotten too used to him to have such weariness.
His hands clamped down on your arms, extended claws digging into you before he pulled you in towards him suddenly.
he took you in his arms, your body encased by them, stiffly restrained by his hold, and all you could really do was grow wide-eyed.
"Hmm..?" you only made a little noise of surprise as one of his hands skimmed over the back of your head, feeling the warm red that had drenched your hair and even crawled down your neck.
It was certainly tender from what small whine you made, the disgruntled sound bothering him and prompting a little rumble from him.
"You stay back," he said as you released a short, tired breath before melting in his arms, grateful there was something there from letting your full weight crash down.
- Maybe you did need to sit down.
"Hmm? What are you doing?" you breathily asked him as he continued to hold you, forgetting about the awful monster that had attacked you, which, by then had fallen in defeat after an onslaught of raining missiles.
the question had made him notably stiffen, realization slowly dawning upon him before he released a low, annoyed growl, "You were getting in the way!" he said angrily, not answering your question.
"...So you hug me?" you asked him, the way you said it not at all sassy, but rather, sweet, almost as though you were about to cry.
- Ah....maybe he did care.
"Hug you?!" he questioned you in frustration, and it deterred when he felt your arms struggle to wiggle out of their pressed spot so they can round him.
"You care about me..." you said softly.
"You didn't want me to get hurt," you added with a soft amusement, but moreso regret because of how awful you'd been to him as of late, all out of spite.
He hadn't told you he'd leave, instead, the news came from someone else who'd heard it from someone else.
To think it was from a rumor of all things, and that’d what had hurt you the most and had you avoiding him, trying to get him out of your heart even before he left.
"Me?! care?!" he said "Did that thing scramble your stupid skinsuit brain?" he asked darkly.
"I think so," you murmured, your cheek pressed against him.
"My head hurts," you said with the same softness, the fuss you wanted to make over your ribs forgotten as your body went numb, but that thick, heavy pounding persisted in your skull.
And it left you in Revenant’s arms, still cradled, and tended to furthermore as he took it upon him to carry you, and as he did he received those damn looks again.
He then let out a low growl, annoyed.
The redheaded medic that watched him couldn’t hold back her amusement and smug smirk as she strutted towards him, "I got yuh, just keep your head up, ya look worse than her," she joked, somehow able to read the worry on the simulacrum as though he could actually make expressions.
“- Ya girl’s lucky I'm here,” She started, “ Patchin’s mah busines,” she added, not at all bothered to tend to her friend, even if she had terrible taste in men.
“- Just fix her,” he sneered, gingerly putting the (h/c) haired woman down, something that lifeline nearly snorted at because he was trying to had to save face.
“She’s useless to me like this,” he added whilst glaring down to the unconscious woman.
“ Oh, dis boy,” Che breathed, rolling her eyes.
“I saw ya worried look ova there! Ya holdin her like ya like her, like ya ready to -”
He couldn’t hear more, Revenant deciding to cut her off with a snarl,
“Fine!” he said with exasperation, “ Just fix the damn girl,” he ordered, defiantly flustered, something Lifeline seemed pleased at,
“ Speakin’ like that... I know yuh heart's in the right place,” she said with an amused chuckle.
Rev didn’t budge, instead staying with arms crossed as he watched you be tended to by the combat med.
