- APEX LEGENDS - [One Shots ] Living Legends

Mirage X Reader (1)

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     Bullets wizzed past your body as shouts tried their best to overpower the gunshots which emitted from their guns.

You were downed. Of all people, You thought. "Dammit to all hell."

"Over here!" You heard Lifeline scream.

Bloodhound immediately went to assist, sliding down the hill to meet beside her to help take down an enemy.

You were about to do the same, but moreover crawl down the hill with your injuries. Yet that's when you came across one of the enemies. His hair was messy, and his posture completely relaxed.

"Say," he said,  "I don't recall being told I'd come across a model."

You remembered exactly who he was. He went by Mirage, but you knew him by Elliott Witt.

At first you were confused, actually almost taken aback by what he had said before realizing that he was talking about himself, as his actual body stood beside you, and that you were originally staring at his holograph. His gun pointed directly at your skull. Your heart stopped, and the world swirled about you. This couldn't be it. Not when you're so close to winning with my squad.

"Don't do this, Elliott!" You nearly begged. "You can't!"

His eyebrows narrowed. "Listen, N/A, I'm sorry, but if if I didn't have to kill ya, I wouldn't," he answered nonchalantly.

"You know how upset your mother will be if she finds you killing her friend's mija."

"Perhaps, but she'd have to understand I did it for her," he smiled his clean white smile.

Your heart grew cold. Has he really changed this much because of the battlefield? For your childhood friend had a gun pointed to my head.

"What happened to you?" You wanted tears to fall down my face. You wanted him to see the true emotions that boiled deep down in your stomach in that exact moment. Yet your anger kept you from releasing those tears.

But then, before you could completely take in what was happening, a gust of wind hit against your face and raised the dirt around you and Mirage, ceiling you both in a lone dust storm.

You felt an arm wrap around you before you could try and get away. You screamed, but it wasn't enough to get the help you needed.

You were then thrown into the air only to end up meeting a freezing metal floor.

What the hell, your mind raced.

"You're so lucky that wind decided to visit my ugly self," You heard Elliot say.

"You're not ugly," you responded nearly immediately. This was the Elliot you knew back home.

"Says you," he laughed.

You hoped it was a joke and didn't question him. Instead you looked around the room. There were no cameras.

"I'm going to go now," he told you as though he was just going to go out to the corner-store you both used to go to when we were kids.

"Uh, no you're not. You're staying here to help patch up my wounds," You demanded, though it was beginning to get hard to talk.

"Am I?" he cocked his head, his hair bouncing in the open air.

"Yes," You nearly blushed, though you didn't want or mean to.

"If only my clone could take care of that for you," he chuckled, sending it outside the small building and into the battlefield.

He bent down and reached into his pocket, revealing a small med kit and a syringe.

You took a deep breath as he approached closer and stuck the needle into your shoulder. You  yelped sheepishly, but he didn't seem to mind.

"Sorry that I was going to kill you and all," he chuckled. "I hope you know I wasn't actually going to kill my ex."

"Maybe you were," You looked away. Ex. So he really saw you that way?

Ever since he joined Apex he broke up with me. He didn't have time anymore. He probably has too many girls thinking about him— girls all over him—

"I still love you," he breathed.

You turned my head to face him, the syringe finally leaving your body. He wiped the blood away and looked up at you with his eyes.

"You're joking this time, surely," you smiled an awkward smile.

"No," he smiled along with me.

Gunshots fired outside the building door, and you hear Lifeline scream a callout.

"Looks like I better go," he told me.

"Wait." You grabbed his arm, pulling him in for a hug. But, of course, it doesn't go the way you plan.

Instead of him leaning in for a hug, he leans in for a kiss, his hand pressed against your cheek. It lasts for another few gunshots, but only because you pull away to look into his brown eyes.

"You're crazy," you tell him, finally having the ability to stand up on your own two feet.

"Why else do you think I joined this batshit absurd game?"

"Because you're you: a dumbass."

"Woah, I didn't ask for the sass— now don't haunt me if you die out there, okay?" He advises you as he slides on his orange visors.

"Only if I get to live to get one of those kisses again."

Elliott sighed, peering over at the half open door. He smirked. "Maybe. But until then, may the best loser win," he pronounced, opening the door and throwing out another hologram of himself. He ran out with it, most likely dodging the bullets like a well known, most handsome, sarcastic dumbass.