Heroes Donât Always Wear Capes
-A little Revenant x reader story.Â
-2601 words (oooooooh, I see you, me)
-This was a crappy prompt that I just followed through with, not sure if anyone will like it and Iâm about to find out.
-FYI: The real fluff is at the end, even though there really isnât much, sorry not sorry.
-Warning: Threats, fluff, bad grammar, and extreme annoyingness. Sorry in advance to all those Octane lovers out there, I used to be one myself. [ Still kinda am ;) ]
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You jumped slightly at the sudden hand that landed on your shoulder. Octavio Silva hopped onto the open barstool beside you, quickly swiveling to face you. His eyes were lethargic as he quickly looked over you. Like you hadnât noticed. âSay, what brings you here?â
âI just wanted a drink, the weekâs been stressful.â, you muttered out, not really looking to socialize. Matchmaking had been a bitch over the last few days, and almost every game you had played in you had been partnered with the annoying twerp next to you. Of course, he was only yet a child, so cut him some slack.Â
However, you began to feel frustrated now that he thinks you and him were âmeant to beâ or whatever he said with dreamy eyes last match. âChica, weâve been paired again! Looks like weâre meant to be!â Yeah, no thanks.Â
âHey, chicaaaa, hola? You there?â You retreated from your thoughts to the speed devilâs annoying nagging and his hand waving in your face. You gently but firmly pushed it away before taking a swig of your beer. It was almost empty, so you tapped it on the counter. Within seconds, Mirage appeared in front of you.
âAnother fill?â, he asked in a hurry. Somewhere off there was a crash that sounded like a glass shattering, followed by a yelp, and he sighed. Suddenly, another Mirage came running up. âHey! Whatchu doing? I run the bar around here, get back to work.â He pointed towards where the commotion was coming from, and the first Mirage sighed again. âWorth a shot.â, he muttered, walking off.
âSo..â, the real Mirage, you assumed, said. âAnother fill?â
âYes please.â, you replied, sliding the glass over to him impatiently. Mirage nodded, but before he could walk off, Octane interjected.
âWait!â Mirageâs back was to him, but you barely saw him roll his eyes before turning to the kid with a forced grin plastered onto his face.Â
âWhat is it, buddy?â, he said, a note of irritation in his voice. âIâm a little busy here.â
âCharge her bill to my tab, will ya?â, he said carefree, turning back to you. âItâs the least I can do, since I would consider this our first date.â You saw Mirageâs eyebrow lift, and you knew what was coming.
âNo, we arenât dating.â, you muttered. âIn fact, not even interested.â Octane just scoffed before looking at the bartender and whispering to him, âSheâs just nervous.â
âI can hear you.â, you said nonchalantly. You were getting pissed at him, and quick.
Octane gave you a look before continuing to say, âLike I said.â That was it. You quickly stood up, your fist slamming into the counter. Both of the men looked at you, confused. Mirage slowly backed up, opening his mouth to say something, but you cut him off.
âYou know what?â, you muttered through semi-gritted teeth. âI think Iâve had enough alcohol for the night.â Fishing out a twenty from your pocket, you tossed it on the counter. âKeep the change.â You turned around, walking in the opposite direction and towards the exit.Â
âT-Thanks?â, you heard Mirage say, but it was quickly cut off by Octane.Â
âW-Wait, (y/n)!â You heard his metal legs scrambling across the floor as he tried to catch up with you. You took a deep breath, trying to control yourself. Why wouldnât he just leave you alone? At this point, most of the people in the bar were staring at you, and you didnât like the attention.
He caught up with you, panting slightly. âNow just hold on a second, chica.â, he started, keeping pace with you while struggling to look at your face. âDid I do something? Do you want me to get you another drink? Can I-â You pushed through the swinging doors, and as you did, one swung back and smacked him right in the face. You heard him grunt in pain. Good, maybe it broke his nose and it would hurt too much to talk.Â
You started down the hallway, leading to your dormitory on the east wing of the Apex Legends Facility. As much as you enjoyed visiting Paradise Lounge, Octavio was just too much to handle on a daily basis.
You listened, but you didnât hear him anymore. Good. You turned a corner, looking back for a second, but as you did you ran into something. Something hard. You stepped back, shaking your throbbing head before looking forward. There stood a growling Revenant. Shit.
His two bright LEDs shone down at you, and he looked very pissed. But he also looked kind of..confused? âDamn, sorry, I didnât mean that. Oh, ah, I gotta go-â, you jumbled out quickly before anything could escalate. There were too many things going on at once. Darting past his large metal frame, you continued on. You heard metal scraping against metal and could only assume he turned his head to watch you walk off. Eerie, but you did just run into him, so.
You growled as you turned another corner, this time looking ahead. Guilt floated around in the back of your mind as you thought back to Octane, but you just pushed it away. The sun was setting though the glass walls that bordered the hallway, and a purple hue was appearing just above the horizon.Â
Speaking of her, Horizon turned the corner, pieces and parts falling from a box she was carrying. She looked tired, but smiled at you through passing. âYou okay, dearie? You looked panicked and a tad bit flushed.â, she said in her heavy accent as she leaned down to pick up the stray parts.Â
You decided to help, picking up a screw and a coil that had rolled over by your feet. Throwing them in the box, you sighed. âYeah, Iâm fine, its just-â
âOctane.â, you both said at once. You looked up at the Scottish time traveler, bewildered. âH-How did you know?â, you asked, confused.Â
Horizon just chuckled before replying. âDearie, I know all the secrets of the universe. And let me tell you, his nouve passion is no secret.â You rolled your eyes, and she just gave you a sympathetic look. âIf you feel uncomfortable, just tell the lad to back off.â
âBut I HAVE.â, you cried out, beginning to stress again. This kid was just too much.Â
âOr have you?â, Horizon replied, tapping her temple knowingly before picking up her box of parts and walking off. âThanks for the assistance, dearie! See you in the match tomorrow.â You groaned, not looking forward to tomorrow whatsoever.Â
Suddenly, the muffled sound of metal scraping on something echoed off the walls. Whipping around, you looked to see if Horizon had accidentally dropped her box, but she was nowhere to be seen. In fact, the hallway was empty, and getting dark, too, as the sun was almost fully set now.Â
Chills ran up your spine, and you felt the sensation of being watched. However, you dismissed it in a hurry, striding off. At least you were almost back.
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You were coming up to your hallway, and then you would be home. Good, because no matter how many times you tried to push away the feeling of being watched, it would always come back. And you were hearing weird noises, too. You began to wonder if it was the ventilation system, or some wiring within the plaster walls. But you swore the one time it sounded like claws dragging across the floor, and you began to wonder if there was something actually there.
Nevertheless, you were relieved to turn the corner and into your hallway. Your door was the second one down, and soon you were standing in front of it, fishing your pockets for your keycard. Suddenly, a hand rested on your shoulder, and you whipped around, heart beating, adrenaline spiked, ready to tackle whoever had touched you. But to your relief, and annoyance, there stood Octane, a piece of medical tape plastered to the bridge of his nose.
He held up his hands but didnât move away, and you slowly lowered your fists. âOctavio, itâs you.â, you said.
âY-Yeah..â, he muttered, obviously shaken up by the fact that you couldâve just punched him in the face. You breathed in sharply before continuing, and he just looked confused.
âListen.â, you began, but before you could continue, he held up a finger to your mouth, shushing you.
âI get it, chica, I get it.â, he said. âIâve come to finish what I started as well.â You nodded for a second, relieved he felt the same way, but when his hand hit the wall beside your head, blocking you in, you immediately felt your stomach flip. What? No! âOctavio, thatâs not-!â
But before you finish, his lips clashed into yours, his other hand grasping for your squirming waist. You quickly pulled away, hitting your head on your door in the process and hissing in pain, but he just leaned back in. However, before his lips even made contact, a low growling emitted from the left, towards the front of the hallway.
Both you and Octane looked in that direction, and there stood the murder bot, Revenant. Your mind quickly put together two and two, and suddenly the sounds you had been hearing on your journey back to your room made sense. However, your chest constricted when you really thought about it. Had he been hunting you since you ran into him? Was he going to hurt you? God, why did you have such bad luck with men?
âAy, can we get some privacy chico?â, Octane blurted out angrily. Revenantâs LEDs glowered at him, seemingly glaring holes into his eyes. For once in your life, you were truly scared. Scared for your life; scared for another personâs life.
âBack away from her.â, he growled in a deep, menacing voice. âOr else.â
Octane indignantly scoffed. âSo what? Sheâs mine anyway. You canât just barge in and take her!â You quickly whipped your head back to give him a scathing look. You were not just property to be handled and claimed.Â
You watched as Revenant took a step forward. He shook one of his hands, and his claws morphed into a dagger, making a wrenching metal sound as they did so. Octane jumped in surprise, quickly backing away from you. âAlright chico, you win, you can have her. Just let me leave in one piece, alright?âÂ
Revenant growled, but before he could make another move, Octane stabbed himself with one of his stims, booking it past the simulacrum and disappearing from both your guysâ sights. âSuch a shame..â, Revenant growled out. You looked back at him as his weapon for a hand morphed back into his normal claws. âI couldâve used a skinsuit pelt.â He looked up at you, and you quickly took a step back. He snorted before muttering, âNot you, youâre too delicate.â
You werenât sure whether to take that as an insult or a compliment, but then again, you were never sure about anything that came out of that botâs voice box. Either way, he had just saved you, so you at least would give him the respect of thanking him. âHey, well, thanks for that. Didnât think heâd go that far, I thought he was done after the bar.â
Revenant perked up a little at this. âWhat about the bar..?â, he said in a slightly curious tone. Still menacing though.Â
You sighed. âNothing much, he was just being super clingy and annoying..â You hesitated slightly, but decided against yourself and continued. â..a-and intimate.â
The botâs LEDs turned into slits. âSo he made you uncomfortable.â, he growled outloud.
âUhm..yeah. You could say that.â, you replied, confused. Since when did Revenant care about someone being uncomfortable, let alone caring about someone in general.Â
He growled, muttering, âIâll kill that pervert.â He wasnât joking, either, because he whipped around and began pacing off.Â
âNo, wait!â, you shouted, running up to him. He abruptly stopped, and you didnât brake in time, running slightly into his back. He turned around to face you, looking slightly annoyed but nothing compared to before. Weird. âNo..no.â, you said, rubbing your temple. âNo, I donât want him dead.â
âWhy not?â, Revenant snorted. But his tone became serious as he continued. âHe made you uncomfortable..â You noticed his hand twitch slightly. âHe didnât stop after you demanded him to..â His hand was moving now, moving up. âHe couldâve hurt you.â He growled that last line, but his voice didnât match his actions. Slowly, his metal hand gently stroked the side of your face, skimming your cheek.Â
Flustered, your cheeks began to grow warm. He mustâve noticed, because he withdrew his hand. But you reached up quickly, pushing his hand back. The cold metal felt nice on your cheek. His hand abruptly cupped your chin, his thumb now stroking your cheek, back and forth, back and forth...It was so welcoming, so comfortable, so..reassuring.Â
At this point, you were both staring into each othersâ eyes, your hand holding his to your face. You two stood there for what felt like minutes, and it seemed like a trace. However, a door opening behind you broke it, and you both quickly pulled away. Whipping around, you saw Fuse sauntering out of..Bloodhoundâs room?Â
He looked up after closing the door, and he quickly made a comment, like he always does during awkward situations. âWell, looked what I walked out on!â He chuckled at his own joke, but when neither of you laughed along, he went silent. âWell, if it makes you feel any better, I just had some playtime with someone myself.â, he said. You flushed immediately, both by what he meant and by what he was assuming between you and Rev.
You quickly made your way over to your door, and you heard Fuse mutter, âTough crowd.â before walking off. You looked back one more time as you scanned your keycard and opened your door. Revenant just stood there, a mix of emotions flashing over his somewhat emotionless face.Â
You didnât know what else to say, so you just muttered âGoodnight.â before walking inside. Locking the door behind you, you slid down the door, your backside finally landing on the floor after a moment. Everything flashed through your mind. The bar. Octavio. Horizon. The fight. Revenant. Revenant. Was there something between you two now? Had he truly âclaimedâ you, as Octane had said earlier? Nonetheless, you couldnât get that bot out of your mind.
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Little did you know, the bot couldnât get you out of his mind, either. As he arrived at his room later in the evening, you were all he thought about. Your features. The feeling of your skin. The intimacy. It seemed as if he hadnât experienced it for lifetimes, which he truly hadnât, and now that he was exposed again to the wonders of love, he couldnât get enough. Even though he couldnât technically sleep, he wouldnât have been able to anyway, the thought of you wouldâve kept him up.Â
His system overloaded for you. He dwelled over you. Even the minor things he recalled as the hours of the night went by, like seeing you on a banner in game or even though passing worked him up. He exhaused himself over you, even into the wee hours of the morning. And deep down he prayed that he wouldnât be on the same team as you during the match of the day, or else it would be pointless trying to focus on anything but you.