From inside the mirror.

Haw haw, alright! After this post blew up unexpectedly, I thought, K, I’ll give them something for real this time.

Something very simple, really. Just a couple of nice renders. I’m new to this whole naughty SFM business y’know? (I’d like to thank @kermapippurisaatana for helping me tweaking some little details and smoothing some rough edges with photoshop)

Take it as a self indulgent treat.  MAN, I’d kill for a fully nude model of this bad boy. If only I knew how to do it…

[LINK 1] [LINK 2]

Bonus:

He’s just having a chill movie night with a nice big cold drink, man, y’all dirty.

Please keep the caption in.

Translation :

Me in 2016 I don’t like this guy. he seem weird

OH BOY UH… THIS TURNED OUT MUCH LONGER THAN ANTICIPATED.

3,502 words to read y'all.

Please, I hope this is ok, because I poured out some nights on this. Probably not what people would expect with a writing prompt like this one, but I did this to add some depth and some HCs of mine.

Also please I beg of you, if I fucked up with some Spanish terms and such, I’m sorry and let me know-

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21. “You knocked on my door at 1 am in the morning…. To cuddle?”

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Sleep was coming by with difficulty tonight. Octavio could, however, sit still. He could close his eyes, toss and turn to get comfortable, stay in his bed instead of do stretches to shake off energy.

It were his thoughts that kept him up. That led him to a restless night.  There was much that floated around, especially since today. Today’s events had tipped what emotions he had, leaving him a mental mess. The man closed his eyes slowly, remembering the games like it had happened only minutes ago….

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“No.” Caustic’s eyes stared down at the speedster, who was jogging in one place excitedly.

“Aw, come ooooon! I bet that place has some wicked loot there! I mean, look!” Octane jabbed a finger towards a small, blue beacon of light peeking from below the cliffs, somewhere near the Slums. A promising sign that a care package awaited, untouched.

He grinned under his mask, nudging the trapper with his elbow. “Doesn’t it look tempting amigo? I can tell there’s lots of juicy stuff in there,” he cooed, doing his best to convince him. It wasn’t like their squad mate was going to interfere with the decision; they’d decided to split, luck in loot having been terrible. Octane wondered if their teammate had actually survived.

Caustic stood with his arms crossed, eyeing the care package for a brief moment. Then, he groaned, starting to trek down the cliffside. He’d decided to agree for once!

“Awesome!” He cheered to himself, taking off after Caustic. As he bolted to the care package, Caustic’s dark goldenrod eyes scoured the shallow waters below for any movement that could emerge from the watered slums, taking a knee up on the higher ground of the cliffs. Octane was indulging himself, meanwhile, in the spoils of the care package’s contents. He was rounding it excitedly, skipping over the syringes and scope that spawned in. But that wasn’t what he zoned in on.

“OH HOO… Ven a papá!” He whistled, taking off the racks a Mastiff, unused and giant in his hands. Just the structure of the weapon screamed out for chaos to unfold. Octane turned it slowly in his hands, the grin on his face wider than ever before. Of course, this wasn’t seen at all, but it radiated off of him like a fire. “We’re gonna have some real fun now compadre!”

“Do you have everything you require? It’s about time that we move on to the next site,” the harsh voice came over his comms.

“Yep, yep, headed your way!” He quickly acknowledged, planting the Mastiff securely on his back.

“Good,” he grunted, his shape on the cliffside retreating from the edge. Octane gave this a huff of amusement, a covert eye roll taking place. Even if the man was stern and all, he really did seem to have a soft spot… well, if having a ‘soft spot’ meant actually talking to his squad and agreeing with something for once? Maybe actually checking to see if they were done and ready to move on? Then yes, he’d consider Caustic very mushy for him.

“Let’s reposition here,” the trapper suggested, pointing to a set of buildings set in the water.

“Right behind ya,” Octane agreed, making a dash for them, once again leaving the other behind. As he approached the walkway up into one of the shacks, a block of blue flashed into view through a barred window. A deathbox. Sweet, more loot! After quickly setting up next to it, he discovered everything was taken except a shield battery, but that was still useful, especially with the blue body shield. Nox wasn’t so lucky with the shield rarity, but hey, being in the fast lane was good.

There wasn’t really much else in the area aside from grey, full of scopes. That is, until he picked out gold in the rippling water, shining in the shade of the bridge it lay under. There HAD to be something good in there! The adrenaline junkie pushed open the doors, making a break for the box. Quickly, the scroll list was brought up, bringing up…

A digital threat.

His disappointment was short-lived as through a mess of static, Nox’s voice cut through: “-tane. Octavio! MOVE!”

Too late.

A bullet ripped through his shields, the blue dispersing into the water surrounding him as he fell backwards. From in front, a fast wave of bullets burst forth, piercing through his shoulder. With a sharp cry, he doubled into the water. He could barely see them, but Octane could make out Gibraltar and Wraith approaching his position, ready to finish him off.

A loud hiss, followed by a splash sounded, remaining quiet before the mysterious object erupted into a toxic cloud, wrapping around the injured man in protection. The sound of pained hacking was heard from the attackers. Not much more was observed before Caustic’s rubber gloves jerked him up to his feet, pulling him to the back of the hazardous plume.

“Go, now! We must find cover and prepare before they advance on us,” he ordered, shoving Octane in front of him.

Understanding the dire situation, he whipped out a stim, slamming it into his chest. The adrenaline coursed through, charging it. His well-being dropped drastically, earning a raspy and panicked gasp before ripping across the water, back to the hut he resided in. His heart hammered in his chest having not expected the ambush. Octane equipped the battery he’d looted, seeping from the battery to the faded plating.

Caustic’s voice came into the comm, a surprised and frantic yelp of agony mixing with lead being fired upon him. His dread began to climb higher and higher, time ticking against the clock. “C'mon, c'mon, c'mooooon-” he muttered. The tell-tale sound of the battery finishing being emptied alerted him, the canister being thrown aside as he burst through the doors.

Gibraltar loomed over Nox, who lay in the rushing water, inching his way back in a frightful manner. Thick ribbons of red tainted the water around his body, laced with weak grunts in the air.

“What’s the matter, brotha? The little guy ditch you?” The Samoan man asked with a grin. “Or did you think you could outsmart me? Either way, it’s the end of the road for you,” he finished, raising his weapon.

The gun raised, but never fired. Instead, a spread of pellets dug into Gibraltar, a loud but short grunt forced from him before silence took its place. The big man’s body slammed into the water, ensuring he was eliminated. Octane panted softly, Mastiff smoking, eyes flicking about for the Wraith. Nowhere to be seen. He cocked the weapon, a massive shell ejecting from the gun and landing in the water with a steamy hiss. He fell to his knees, setting the Mastiff aside as he took a moment to groan in pain, clutching his left shoulder gently. He’d take a good hit, but not like Nox.

Octane helped him up to an upright position to lean against one of the wooden posts, taking a look up and down. “Oyé. You good?” He asked. The other nodded slowly, though he clearly didn’t look the best. To the speedster’s surprise, he looked shaken to the core. Part of his gas mask seemed to be cracked, along with his goggles, a singular line splitting across the left side. The eyes behind them stayed glued to the piercing red stain that streaked down from his abdomen.

That didn’t look too good.

He brought out a med kit that had been stowed away in his backpack and snapped it open. The Spaniard made quick work, setting up the gauze, preparing the wound for wrapping. Once he cleaned it thoroughly, his hands worked expertly to patch it up. It wasn’t until he had almost finished that he noticed the trapper staring straight at him. His eyes seemed to tell everything; they were bewildered, confused, interested.

Octane could help but grin and procure a light laugh. “What? Surprised I can sit still for this long? You’re lucky I like you, compadre, even if you can be… ah.. stiff,” he joked, finishing the application with a nod and a weak pat to the shoulder.

“What about yourself?” Caustic’s hoarse voice asked.

Octane shrugged. “I’ll take care of it later. The pain will go away in a little bit. Vamos, the ring won’t wait for the both of us,” he chidded, offering a hand up. Wearily, Caustic stared. After a moment of silence, his gloves hand rose, clasping to Octane’s as he was carefully hoisted up to his feet. The scientist huffed quietly, small fits of coughing interrupting the breaths.

“Hey,” Octane said once more. Nox turned the little attention he had to him. “Thanks. For saving my ass out there earlier, Nox. Woulda let death catch up to me at last there,” he chuckled.

He nodded in acknowledgement, touching the gauze softly. “I would have lost a beneficial squad mate had I not interfered. Chances for survival would’ve been minimalistic at the least.”

He made a light-hearted wheezed at the response. “Whatever makes ya tick, amigo.”

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Loud knocking jolted him awake, eyes snapping open in response. For a moment, he laid there, confused. He must have fallen asleep at last, thinking.

More knocking echoed across his residence. A frustrated growl resonated in his throat. He lifted his phone hesitantly. The time on his phone read 3:07 am. It better not be Ajay; ever since the both of them had popped back to the respawn center, Ajay was hounding the both of them about their wounds. Especially Octane’s. ‘Why didn’t you treat it? Where’s the medkit you had? You can’t just heal it by yourself and nothing else! Get it wrapped up!’ That’s just a fraction of what she rambled about as she took proper care of the injury.

He rolled over in his bed, swinging his body towards the edge to hoist himself into the wheelchair. It wasn’t much of a wheelchair: no back piece, just a seat with turn sensitive wheels and an electronic adjustable seat to reach things. He let his hand roam lethargically over his jet black hair, twinges of electric green standing out at the ends. It was a mess, a loose gray t-shirt and relatively long workout shorts helping complete the look. Let’s just say that he isn’t much of a morning person.

Octavio cruised slowly out of his room, entering the small living space he had. He didn’t really care if it was small, even if at times, it seemed like it was too small. It wasn’t like he spent it in here every waking moment.

About halfway to the door, more knocking came from outside. At this point, it began to get on his nerves. Octavio made a harsh snarl to the person on the other side, “Qué estás haciendo, perra?! I swear, Ajay, if you’re here to talk about my damn legs again-!” He unlocked the door and swung it open as he went off. His insults stopped abruptly, his lush hazel-green eyes making contact with not Ajay's…

..but Caustic’s. Or, outside the ring he’s known as, Alexander. But nobody dared say it. He was the most casual Tavi thought he’d ever seen him: looked to be a black shirt, a moderately thick zip-up jacket laid on his shoulders, with what seemed to be a pair of baggy sweatpants, the ones with drawstrings. Hell, the man wasn’t even equipped with his headgear-! Every facial feature was crystal clear in the dim lights cast from the outside hallway.

“Nox?” He asked with a squint, rubbing his eyes. “Thought you were someone else-”

“I noticed,” was the straight answer.

A rush of embarrassment flooded his cheeks, knowing exactly what he’d just called him. “Yeah… What are you doing here?” He asked, backing his wheelchair up a bit.

At first, he didn’t get a response from the scientist; there was a bit of shuffling. Was he thinking? Then he answered, “I came in regards to holding a small conversation with you about some.. matters.”

Ok, words. Fortunately, he understood what he was saying… or so he hoped. “Uh, yeah. Sure thing, amigo,” he permissed, shifting his wheelchair off to the side so he could enter. The larger man stepped through with a nod, eyes roaming curiously around the complex as Octavio closed the door behind and flicked on the lights.

It was small, but he did have stuff to keep him entertained. The living room, 'dining room’, and kitchen were connected with one another, leaving three other separate rooms: bedroom, bathroom, and another. That one was a mystery, but Alexander didn’t bother asking. In the living room, there was a long couch with a coffee table, littered with several cans of energy drinks, probably drained of their contents long since. The TV was rigged with a sound system and a game system, remotes for all three alike lazily strewn in front. His kitchen looked better than the living room, surprisingly. It was tidied up nicely, counters clear, stove sparkling with not a speck of dust. Perhaps Octavio used it sometimes? Who knew.

The adrenaline junkie rolled into the kitchen, making a waving gesture on to the living room. “Make yourself at home! I’ll be there in a sec; might as well get some caffeine started since I’m up, si?” he called out.

Once the coffee was started, a slight hum accompanying it, he nodded and strolled to the living room where Caustic sat, waiting patiently. He stopped off to the side and slid himself onto the arm of the couch, then to the cushion with a satisfied sigh. Tavi’s hazel eyes fixated on to Nox. He looked… distant. As if something was on his mind, bothering him. With this, he took the chance and inches closer, about the middle section of the couch; it was in reaching distance of the scientist.

“Hey,” he said, snapping his fingers to catch Alexander’s attention. The man blinked and turned to the disabled speedster, a flash of confusion spreading across. “What’s up?” Octavio asked.

“Right,” Alex muttered. He took a soft breath. “I’m here for a few discernable reasons: the first is to monitor your well-being at this moment in time. Yesterday was.. eventful to say the least.”

A huff escaped his lips. He hated the fact that people kept checking on him like he was something delicate. But that dissatisfaction dissolved once he realised… this was Caustic asking about his health. A ruthless man who would do anything, even let his teammates suffer and die, just to aid his progress in scientific research. Why would he be asking if that’s all he ever seemed to care about? His work?

He gave a silent shrug. “I’m feeling fine. Sure, it hurt when it happened, but I got me some painkillers in case it starts actin’ up again.” The man motioned to his right shoulder, where a sliver of cream could be seen peeking from the shirt.

“Knowing you, you’ll overdose. You’re foolish enough to do so,” Caustic pointed observantly.

“Tch, you’d be wrong then,” he scoffed. Of course everyone assumed he was a reckless idiot. Where did everyone think his stim was from? His parents’ pharmaceutical company?

An awkward moment of silence passed. Nox broke the silence with a soft wheeze. “I came here, as well, to… to ask for condolences,” he admitted. His hands folded across one another in a tense manner. “I am well aware of my reputation amongst the others… but I’m certain that after today, you’d be the only one who’s willing to listen to my words.” Something in his voice seemed to shake him. Something in his voice told Tavi that he was experiencing something he hadn’t felt in a long time: fear. Something he seemed to be afraid to admit to.

“I’m all ears, compadre. I’m willing to listen,” he promised, his voice lax and soothing compared to the way he normally spoke: obnoxious, loud, rowdy, unfiltered. Here? He was soft, sleepy, sympathetic, a whole new man. He inches ever so closer, staying still to hear what he had to say.

The words soothed him, his tight form lowering slowly. “I cannot sleep. Death is not an issue I’d consider bothersome, but tonight, it plagues me. It haunts me like a ghost. My thoughts are not satisfactory or calming at all, they just converge and house themselves here in my mind. They don’t cease,” Alexander told him. “I wish not to say I was afraid of the notion, but I’m afraid that it has come to that.” He wrung his hands tighter together, his dark eyes glancing over to Octavio every once in a while. The apprehension riddled his face.

“Cálmese, it’s alright, man,” Octavio assured in turn. “We’re all afraid of somethin’; hell, I can get scared. It’s normal to be afraid, but if know you can cheat around it, then you can grab it by the horns. You’re afraid of death, or dyin’, si? You pulled through it. Gotta admit that Ajay rubbed off on me.” He produced a hearty smirk on his slightly scarred face, easily visible to the scientist’s eyes.

That wasn’t it, he guessed, for the trapper didn’t seem any more comfortable. In fact, he began to look slightly worse. His posture hunched a little, and his gaze drifted to the side. This unsettled the speedy legend.

This time, he drew himself right next to the larger legend, placing a hand on his back; an action many others considered to be brave and possibly idiotic.

“Hey, hey, hey- Did I say something wrong? Is it that touchy of a subject, amigo? Lo siento-!” Tavi had begun when he was cut off. Alexander had turned towards the smaller legend abruptly, giving him a mild jump in alarm. His thick, hairy arms spread out, engulfing Octavio in a soft, yet firm embrace, locking him in place. The trapper laid his forehead on the speedster’s left shoulder with a long, melancholy sigh.

“It wasn’t you. Do not apologise,” he finally mumbled. “I don’t fear it. I only fear death for once because someone else would have succumbed to their grasp had I not done anything.”

It took a moment for Octavio to figure out who he meant. When it clicked, his face heated up. He WANTED to save his stupid ass? He was scared and sleepless… all because he was worried that his adrenaline-pumped self could have died out there?

“I-I…” He couldn’t think of anything. Nothing formed in his mind. All he could focus on was the empathetic embrace Alex had on him. Tavi gently looped his own arms around him, not a word spoken between them.

The longer they sat in silence, the longer their combined heat warmed the lanky legend, comforting him, relaxing every part of him. The amount of time that passed was unrecognizable, but he could just sense that they’d been there for a while now. The same thing was happening with Nox; he could feel the scientist almost melt into his embrace, pressing more against his small figure. In truth, Octavio was enjoying this. He tilted his head to press gently to Caustic’s, cheek to his laid back, deep chestnut brown hair. He could fall asleep right where he was, it seemed so perfect…

It all abruptly snapped him from the lethargic state as the scientist made a noticeable shift. A soft whine of protest came from his throat, though he quickly caught it, flushing once more in embarrassment.

“..Octavio,” Alex spoke in a hushed tone. His heart fluttered at this.

“Yeah…?”

More silence. Alexander seemed nervous. “I seek for an answer.. I’d like to pass the remainder of these quiet hours here.”

A smile passed Tavi’s face. “Ah… so you knocked on my door at 3:00 in the morning… for cuddles?” He razzed gently. “Is that what all this is about?”

Caustic let a deep sigh out, still not releasing his hold on him. “Please…”

“Lo siento, hehe.. you can stay 'long as you need, compadre. One thing though-” he brought up. Nox nodded gently, giving a quiet grunt with acknowledgement. “I am allowed to call you Alexander when you’re here.”

This made the man move up to sit up and face the junkie with a raised eyebrow. “When I’m here?” He pointed out.

“Oh.. well.. if you trust me as much as you seem to, only seems good to me, si?” He dodged.

When he said this, Tavi could’ve sworn he noticed a faint rush of colour. “… I grant you the ability to say my birthright name-” he answered.

“Perfect! Don’t you worry, Alex; your name will stay here, I promise.”

It wasn’t much of a request, but he figured if he got to call him Octavio in and outside the Ring, he could say it in the privacy of his complex. Just the thought made him grin.

The other’s eyes watched in awe with Octavio’s promise grafted into his mind. He nodded in silence, quietly leaning back down to his resting place to hide his face. “I’m grateful for your hospitality..” he mumbled before the room fell silent for another moment.

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