Apex legends - Oneshots

Revenant x Reader

The only thing I say at the start is that it is not an AU or anything, I just like to write about whatever Revenant can be.

I will write the reader as they so everyone can enjoy :)

(art credit goes to the artist, I lack their name)
(Edit was because of grammar mistakes)

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They always loved the small balcony. Living in a city they found very stressful, though they worked as a florist. They always wanted to live outta the city, having no burden on their shoulders and being free. Oh, how they always wished.

In stories, love is represented as something strong, a bond, something that two share. But they never got the luxury of sharing something. Or they just never felt like it was a sharing.

The unholy beast always took it all.

They were sitting in a window with their tea and flowers all over the ground. Not like they were a naive romantic but the bouquets must be done somehow. So they did as they had to, matching flowers with leaves, scents and beauty. What could they say, they loved flowers, every type.

They often brought flowers for the unholy beast...

Gerberas, roses, chrysanthemums, daffodils, lilies... And all of the meadow wildflowers... free flowers, that no one could tell them where or how to grow... They didn't like plucking flowers, that wasn't their job after all. Their job was to arrange them while they were slowly dying... For sensitive people like them, this was one of the worst jobs in the world, it was like burying someone. Seeing a process of slow dying...

Their thoughts were interrupted.

He came...

They could hear someone going up the building, going vertically up like a spider. They could feel and hear the metal fingers gripping onto the building and pushing the simulacrum higher and higher.

They could feel the wind rise. Shadows being present in the space near them. When they feel them being near, all of the shadows and the beast, the wind blows away all of their precious flowers. They can only panic and try to get them before they are all gone, but they never do it on time... They saved just one of their flowers... All others including their bouquets were blown away. They looked with their sad eyes down and squeezed the last carnation in their hand. Why this had to happen all of the time...

The beast was here now.

But where? They didn't see anyone... With fear in their body and head, they stood up and walked inside, closing the balcony door but leaving the window open. They walked into their spacious apartment where they were "forced" to live. The walls were white and the ceiling was high. It was an old building here on Solance, but renovated, just by the hands of the florist. It looked big, but it was just a big studio flat. In the middle of the room, there was a kings bed placed with curtains hanging from the ceiling to give the person on the bed a little more privacy. On the side, there was a small renovated vintage kitchen with bookshelves all over the room. They took a big effort when caring about this place but after all of the strain they did it still wasn't enough for them to be happy. They always wanted a cosy cottage in the countryside or somewhere near the forest.

They would never think of being stuck in the city with the unholy beast.

Their thoughts were interrupted once more. They were currently sitting on the bed, trying to hide behind the white curtains that were supposed to get them a little more of private feeling. But they weren't alone. They never were alone. There was always someone watching their every breath, flutter and step. Their eyes went to the window to watch the entrance. They knew him very well.

And here he was. In his full beauty, stepping into the room with his heavy robotic legs that symbolized the entrance of beast.

They fluttered a little, seeing the once man being near them. They travelled with their eyes from his legs up to his mask that was the symbol of the job they were doing, sending people into the sweet escape. They looked into his eyes, knowing everything. But why they came tonight was still an enigma for them. He often came... not to hurt or threat. Not to spy nor fight.

He came to talk.

They touched the curtains with their soft fingers and pulled them to the side and looked over to him, straight into the eyes of the beast. They were often amazed by him, but today they were sad. The beast started walking closer and closer to the bed, making the poor florist take a pillow and hug it. The beast called Revenant then gripped onto the curtains with his sharp fingers, most likely shredding them, and pulled them to the side more. The florist could just watch Revenant making his way to them. They sat comfortably and exhaled.

"Did you bring me a flower?" The beast asked.

The Florist just sighed and looked to their hands, seeing the last carnation they saved... for him.

"Yes..." The Florist said and smiled a little, knowing they will be praised.

The unholy beast took their face into his sharp fingers and made them look up again. He seemed wanting to say something but he saw too much fear in the florist tonight. He traced with one of his fingers on the florist's lips, cutting them slightly, though it wasn't his intention. They were okay with it. They knew that most of the people would immediately start screaming or shouting or... something... panicking, but they weren't like that. They knew things about this simulacrum. They know that he cannot do anything with his form or how does he look. He cannot affect how sharp are his fingers. He can only do what his robot body lets him do.

As Revenant hurt their lip his eyes turned bright and his hand twitched a little. He didn't want to hurt them. But he always did. It was like a curse for him. Though he didn't feel bad for his actions, he still didn't want to hurt the florist. But if it happened, it happened and he had nothing to do about it.

"You came to seek help..?" They asked and the beast let go of their face. They licked the blood off as nothing happened and the beast stood right in front of them again. The simulacrum then put his hand on the florist's chest and pushed them down, making them lay down. They exhaled and just let the beast mess with them. The beast then straddled their body and pulled them higher on the bed, so they had a lot of space. The florist put their hands to Revenant's arms, holding them, and looking into his eyes.

"The rule." Florist reminded the beast.

The beast growled but did as the florist wanted. He looked down, and the florist put their hands over Revenants eyes.

Then they started speaking. Revenant needed this person. He could tell them everything. And they listened, replied, answered. Of course, it wouldn't be Revenant if he didn't make the person suffer from the beginning, but they grew warmer to each other. This was the only reason why the florist staid in the town. Just because of this beast. And they still hurt. The hurting didn't stop.
The florist likes to say things straight and it sometimes leads to a major argument with the unholy beast. But they outlive that, every time. That is why they set the rule.

The beast cannot look into the eyes of prey because he becomes hungry and possessive.

At the end of the day, the florist made it for the safety of them both. Without Florist the beast would be lost and their blood would be spilt. Another life would be lost for the beast.

At the end of the day, both of them become hungry. Revenant find himself disgustingly and submissively blindfolded under the soft hands of the florist that are giving him a pleasure on his disgusting robotic body. Revenant hates his form but the florist makes him start loving it.

After all they would do everything for their unholy beast.

They only think about his possession, but they never speak about their possession.

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Hi, thanks for reading after a long time! I hope you like this oneshot, though I was thinking about smut sequel. Who knows. We will get there.

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