#Revenant x reader

[nosaboturtle]

♥️Revenant doodles♥️

Some more shots of revenant 🤭

[your-poetic-lifeline]

Maybe some head canons of characters received gifts or small amounts of affection. Revenant perhaps?

showing kindness to robots sure turns them squishy like humans, hm?

think of this as a late valentines post

The Legends Receiving Gifts & Affection

characters included: revenant, loba, caustic

consist of: sweetness! long ass headcanons oops! and some vague gift ideas.

word count: 900+ (906 if you’re curious)

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Revenant

- There isn’t a lot he’d expect as a gift, given that a lot of things wouldn’t be of use for him. The idea of gifts actually slipped his mind completely until the first time you gave him one. It was a nice little headband.

- He stared at it blankly in his hands. He wasn’t sure why you were giving him gift, but upon looking at it some more, he came to appreciate it.

- He gives thanks with a simple hum. When he’s alone, he’s fiddling with the fabric and deep in thought.

- He likes it a lot. He thinks it’s practical. And subconsciously, the color/pattern is a nice contrast to the red that takes over his design. Makes him feel… a little nice about himself?

- He never thought he’d have the capacity to accept and appreciate a gift. He certainly can’t remember the last time he did or if he ever did.

- Is secretly hoping for more. if his faceplate could move, the idea of getting gifts from you would bring a faint smile to it.

- He also craves affection (it’s a co-requisite with pretty much any other love language you choose to express)

- the act does something funny but exhilarating to his processors.

- Any act of affection could make him swoon in some way, but he usually tries to play it off with a sound feigning annoyance.

- Is secretly holding back a love-filled sigh when you give him soft kisses or subtle, fleeting touches

- my boy just wants some love. it’s a different experience for him and he chases it willfully

Loba

- Loves and appreciates every gift you give her. It doesn’t matter if she can steal anything she desires. The love put into a gift is more than thieving can outdo. The gifts she receives from you makes her swoon every time.

- “Oh darling… this is just as beautiful as the last. Thank you…”

- Biiiig smooch on your cheek or forehead as she continues to look over the item.

- She truly accepts every gift whether it’s jewelry or otherwise, expensive or not. She likes that the gifts you give her reflect your inner mind. Even if it was some obscure, handheld item, she’d find it cute/interesting and would find somewhere to display it or put it to use

- And she’s a huge gift giver herself! She’ll give you anything you ask for or even vaguely mention.

- “Now it’s my turn to give you something nice darling. No really, you deserve it my love.”

- Pretty much gives you twice the amount of gifts you give her

- She’s also very careful with you. If she decides to get you anything expensive, she’s sure to double check that it’s nothing too expensive or rare enough for someone to try and track. She doesn’t want you in danger because of a reckless steal.

- Is elated sharing gifts and other things with you. She’s very, very affectionate and seeing you in a good mood puts her in a good mood.

- She sometimes glances at you and simply decides to attack your face with kisses. Is always caressing your face as she just adores you.

- “You are so gorgeous…”

Caustic

- Ugh i cant stand this guy (lying)

- If you give him something, you may have to be a little patient with him.

- When you first started giving him things, he refused them.

- “You can have it back. I have no need for your obnoxious trinkets.”

- After a couple of attempts though he starts to accept them, but usually doesn’t even open them until days later. Chances are if you place it somewhere where he can see it constantly, he might open it a little sooner.

- If you give it to him unwrapped, that’s even better. It pushes him to see it for what it is and accept it. His reaction is barely a hum of approval, but he takes it nonetheless and moves on.

- When he’s alone he observes it meticulously. Truthfully, he thinks fondly of your gifts. Even if he wouldn’t deem them useful, they still get some appreciation.

- Has a spot somewhere where your gifts are all huddled up and subtly on display. He personally doesn’t like gifts, but the fact you occasionally give him things is something he can appreciate as well.

- He kind of wants to give you something in return, but is super bad with gifts.

- And being genuine.

- And nice. lol.

- He’s quite the observer though so he recalls your interests or anything else you’ve talked about to come up with a gift idea.

- Goes for something simple. He’s way too flustered to give you anything too specific because he knows you’d point out his attention to detail.

- He’d try not to make it a big deal when he gives it to you as well. Will stomp up to you and simply place it in front of you.

- Behind his brash demeanor, he’s actually smiling, satisfied with himself when your reaction to the gift is positive.

- When it comes to affection, he prefers to keep it to a minimum. But moments like these where you’re really happy loosen him up a bit and he may let you dote on him however you’d like.

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Sanguine

Revenant x Reader

content: angsty & smutty drabble, I guess a happy ending?

word count: 1k

He could offer you nothing.  

During dark hours where his metal hands slithered along your body is when he felt this realisation most deeply. He could give you no warmth, no child- he couldn't even kiss you. Kaleb wasn't even sure if he could love you, a simple thing to most, but to him, one who hadn't felt the touch of such a thing during centuries of life, he wasn't sure at all. 

And yet, time and time again, you came to him.  

You pressed hot kisses against this face forced upon him and sighed in content at each one. His fingers knead the flesh of your hip as you straddle him in his plain, undecorated room, and he listens as your heart thrums quick and hard between your ribs. He undoes your shirt buttons deftly and hums as your hands move to cup his face.  

He was vile. He was the villain in countless stories, the shadow waiting in the dark; he'd told you so countless times. Months upon months piled up like paperwork, but for some reason, you continued to disregard his verbal attacks and senseless force. You stayed, a thorn in his side that continued to remind him that he was still much too human. When he fucks you like a man starved, he finds himself yearning for his long-dead body, for his blue eyes and smooth voice, not for himself, but for you. So you could be normal, you could be warm, and safe, and content. So you could feel more than steel and rage with your gentle touch. 

He brushes his unmoving, metal lips over your neck as your shirt is thrown across the room. He knows that you'll leave him- of course you will. As he helps you discard your shorts, he thinks, and he knows. How could you ever be content with a monster? With a monster who lacks every desirable aspect of humanity, with a monster who can't mutter out I love you, even when it weighs down on his fake tongue and strangles him with its twisting fingers.

And as he enters you, silicone and steel, he knows he will never be enough. No amount of metal can recreate what you need, what you deserve. His hands squeeze your thighs as he fucks up into you, carnally, face shoved into the crook of your neck to stifle his own noises as you moan his name, his real name, and he thinks of what a sick joke his life is; he holds perfection in his hands, he hears it cry his lost name, but he will never be enough. 

"Are you okay?" Your voice comes out breathy, broken, and Kaleb stills within you. You bring a hand to his face, guiding it away from your neck. Of course, you could decipher nothing from his expression, for it never changed, still as the mountains no matter the situation. But you could tell from his silence that something was bothering him behind those yellow eyes.  

"Yeah." Is all he says, and leans in, waiting for you to press a warm kiss against his cold lips. And you do, humming as he moves his hips again, slowing the pace slightly.  

You want to prod; you want to beg him for his real thoughts. But getting those out of Kaleb was nigh impossible. Rarely, on a cool summer night stargazing, something about his past or present turmoil will spill from his lips, and you cherish it, you love his words because you love him. But you knew that pushing him for vulnerability was a mistake, no matter how much your heart hurt for him.  

And he knew he was stupid. He knew that he was ruining the one good thing in his pathetic life by not opening up, by fucking you and pretending there was nothing to it besides lust. His eyes are trained on you as you throw your head back with a moan; he eyes the bead of sweat rolling down your neck, he eyes your lips, your closed eyes, the curve of your nose. He feels the ghost of his heart flutter and thump with humanity, and he hates it.  

He hates it because he knows, deep down in the pitiful thing he calls a soul, he knows that you will leave him. He knows that this will not last, that the butterflies in his chassis that swarm when he sees you will die, because you will realise that he can offer you nothing. He shoves his face back into your neck as he cums, mechanical hips stuttering against your bruised skin, a synthesised groan of both ecstasy and agony crawling from his throat.  

You drag him down into bed with you, and unlike every other time, you are met with no resistance. You cling to his metal frame like ivy, sighing at all the words left unsaid that linger in the air, making it stale and unbreathable.  

"Kaleb?" You ask with a nervous lilt.  

"Hm?" His hum sounds somehow exhausted.  

"You know I'd never leave you, right?"  

"I know. You tell me this every day." He wants to slam his head against the wall for responding to your sincerity with sarcasm. Yet, despite your constant statements, he can't bring himself to believe you- because he knows better. He knows that eventually you'll run off. As soon as you get a taste of the humanity absent in Kaleb through someone else, you will leave. It'll fill your lungs and pump through your heart like fire, and you'll be wondering why you wasted your time on him at all.

But, even so- as you mumble against his chest and hold him somehow tighter, he can't crush that fluttering of hope inside him that maybe...  

Maybe you won't leave.

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[angelatmidnight1]

can i request reader w/ revenant? maybe reader annoys him to no end and revenant tickles the reader in retaliation >:-D

A/N: Sorry this is so late; I wanted to get this out when the Revenant Reborn season started but I got caught up with some stuff. The only warning, if any, that I'd say for this story is that it's a bit dark I guess, but it's Revenant. He doesn't hurt the reader, though. Just tickles the heck out of them. I hope you like it 😅

Hunted

You ticked Revenant off by stealing his kills in a match, and now, he’s hunting you. With a new body that’s faster, stronger, and deadlier, the cat and mouse game that he plays with you doesn’t last long. But instead of killing you, he tickles the living daylights outta you. 

Crunch, crunch, crunch. 

Your feet pounded the ground below as you sprinted through Storm Point. Gaea was the current stop for the Apex Games. But, you’d run so far away from the arena, you couldn’t place an exact pinpoint on your location. Your comms died a while ago. But, you had to keep running. 

Otherwise, Revenant would catch you. 

You and the simulacrum had an odd relationship. Less than friends, but not quite enemies. But it wasn’t always like that. When you were first on his team, he was rude, demanding, and threatened you more than your enemies. But, you always had a little fire in you. It’s one of the many reasons you thrived in a bloodsport. 

You didn’t shy away from dangerous situations or, in this case, people. Revenant was being especially rude during one match and, eventually, you got tired of hearing him talk. So, when he said he needed more shotgun ammo, you angrily threw some at him. 

“Ugh. Here, asshole.” You snapped. Revenant had his back to you, looting, so the ammo stack hit him square in the back. He growled and whirled around to you, and you went on. “You’d think you’d know how much ammo you need because you’re a literal murderbot.”

Before you could blink, Revenant suddenly towered over you. The sudden invasion of space startled you, so you backed up into the wall. The simulacrum followed and put his bladed hand against your throat. 

“Say that again, skinbag.” Revenant growled. His gold optics threateningly bore down into your eyes. You glared back at him and pressed your lips together, making him smirk. “Don’t be shy now. Say it.”

“You can’t kill me,” you countered. “We’re on the same team, in case you forgot.”

Revenant laughed. “You think this pen will stop me? Just wait until we’re alone.” he said, easing the blade off of you. “Gonna be hard to talk after I slice your throat.”

You grimaced at the gruesome image, but you held strong. He pushed all of the other Legends around. You weren't gonna be one of them. “So far, you’ve done more talking than killing…”

There was a beat, and then Revenant chuckled darkly. Then, with his free hand, he suddenly hoisted you up into the air. You yelped and grabbed at his wrist, but he was much stronger than you. He brought you just inches away from his face. You swore you saw a twinkle in his eye. 

“Oh, I’m gonna enjoy breaking you…” Revenant purred. His eyes searched yours for a moment and then, still holding you, he walked out of the building. He roughly dropped you. “Get moving, skinbag. With any luck, we can catch up to this ‘Champion’ and I can rip out his insides.”

You rolled your eyes. “Why did you ask me for ammo if you were just gonna—”

He grabbed your flank and pushed you forward. You bit back another yelp and squirmed out of his touch. 

“Shut up and move.”

After that game, and many other games in between, Revenant’s attitude towards you changed. Not by much, but there was a noticeable difference. If you were ever downed in a match, Revenant hunted that particular Legend down before he went after the rest of the squad. 

“You’re mine to kill, (Y/N). Remember that.” He said as he pulled you to your feet. Now, he called you by your name more often than ‘skin bag’. 

You breathed a sigh of relief, taking out your Phoenix Kit to heal.  “Yeah? That almost sounds like you’re saying you like me.”

Revenant grunted. “Don’t push your luck. Or I’ll skin you after this match.”

You grinned, but otherwise complied. That is, until you started taking his kills. 

For the match, you used a Sentinel as your primary weapon. Revenant opted for a shotgun and a C.A.R. Since his upgrade, he’s been opting for more up close and personal kills. So, when he rushed in to attack, you stayed back a few paces to snipe. The simulacrum pounced onto an unsuspecting squad of Bangalore and Newcastle. He made quick work of the heroic defender. Then, he turned his attention to the sergeant. 

“Heh, tough luck, sarge.” He chuckled, stepping over the downed hero. “Always rough to have a family reunion and a funeral on the same day..”

But, instead of him finishing her off, you did. You trained your sniper optic over Bangalore’s head and fired. Anita went down, leaving behind a very angry simulacrum. 

“Are you blind?! That kill was mine!” Revenant roared as you approached him. You initially jumped, and then scoffed. 

“Sheesh, I was just trying to help! You were taking forever, and you’re grouchy when you’re downed.” You answered. This only made Revenant angrier. 

“I don’t need help from a pathetic sack of meat like you. You steal my kill again, and I’ll make you regret it.” He threatened. This was one of the many threats Revenant threw your way and by now, you were used to it. Little did you know, he’d make good on this one. 

You stole the next few kills again by grazing the Legend you shot at, getting the final bit of damage and the credit for the kill. Then, when you were named the Kill Leader, the simulacrum finally snapped. 

“That’s it.”

Revenant lunged at you with an angry roar. You barely had time to get out of the way.

“Whoa, wait! It was an accident! I—” You snickered at first, stopping short when you saw that murderous glint in his eyes. This wasn’t one of those grumpy, irritable looks he gave you. This time, you could practically feel the anger radiating off of him. His next words chilled you to your core, and prompted you to run. 

“I’m going to tear you apart.”

Your lungs burned with exertion, and your muscles ached, but you didn’t stop. You couldn’t. Especially when you heard Revenant’s deep, gravelly voice somewhere behind you. 

“Running won’t save you, skin bag. It just makes it more fun for me.”

You yelped loudly and spun around to defend yourself. But, he wasn’t there. Revenant’s chuckle echoed through the forest. 

“Aw, are you scared?”

You put your hands on your knees, gasping for air. “R-Rev, come on…I was just messing around. We won the match anyway!” You yelled in between your panting. Revenant scowled. 

“Championships mean nothing to me,” Revenant spat. “But death, fear? Nothing in the world comes close to that…and the fear on your face is delicious.”

A cold rush of fear rushed up your spine. You were all alone here, with no one to help you. The simulacrum’s next words came out in a purr. 

“I’d love a closer look…” 

There was a rustling sound to the left of you, and you jolted in the opposite direction. But, still, nothing was there. Revenant laughed a menacing laugh. 

“I’m not going to kill you. Not yet,” Revenant smirked. He’d climbed up into a tree high above you and blended into the shadows. Even if you looked up, it’d be impossible to see him. “But you’re going to wish I did.”

Another rustle. Your head snapped towards the sound. Now, you could see his yellow optics in the darkness. You moved to run again, but it was too late. Revenant roared as he tackled you to the ground. You screamed as you went down. You defensively raised your hands to protect yourself, but he grabbed them and held them above your head in a cold metal hand. 

This was it. You tried to pull your hands free, but it was no use. Then, with his free hand, Revenant attacked. 

You screamed as his claws scritched against your side. But, it didn’t hurt. It tickled like hell. Your screams turned into panicked giggles. 

“Wahahaha—Rehehehehev, stahahaha!” You snorted as he clawed from one side to the other. His hand moved at an inhuman speed and overwhelmed you with ticklish sensations. You writhed in his hold, squealing again as he pinched your side. “AHahaha! Stohohohp! REHEhehev!”

“Ticklish, are we?” Revenant hummed, this time squeezing just above your hip bone. You barked out a laugh and arched your back. “You skin bags have so many weaknesses. So many ways to break you apart…”

You could barely hear him over your laughter. You uselessly tossed to and fro, but his hand remained latched onto your skin. Then, all of a sudden, Revenant stopped and tilted your chin up. His touch was like ice and you shivered, unable to look away from his burning gaze. 

“And you think you can get away with taking what’s mine?”

Revenant’s voice distorted a little bit, and it made you freeze in fear. The simulacrum released your chin and wasted no time in spidering his claws over your exposed underarm. You sputtered and giggled, twisting around in his strong grip. 

“Bahahahaha! Ihihiht wahahahas juhuhust a gahahahahame! COHOHOHOME OHOHOHON!” 

He suddenly dug his thumb into your underarm, pulling another laugh out of you. He let go of your arms to attack both underarms at once, scritching deep into the muscle. Your laughter drastically increased and volume and, even though you slammed your arms down, he was still able to tickle.

“I don’t care. I’m still gonna teach you a lesson.”

Revenant pulled his hands free from your underarms and clawed at your rib cage. You squealed and tried to flip over, but he pushed you back onto your back. He kneaded at the spaces between your ribs with his thumbs, and he used his claws to pinch and swipe at the bones randomly. Each scrape of his claws made you squeal and laugh loudly. Your heart beat a mile a minute; out of everything possible, how on Earth was a simulacrum good at tickling?

“Lookie here,” Revenant, noticing how sensitive your ribs were, honed in on them with both hands. You arched your back again, laughing harder and fighting with his hands. He snatched your hands again and placed them under him, pinning them with just enough weight to keep them there, but not to hurt you. Then, he resumed his tickling, pinching at the sides of your ribs and drumming his fingers up the bones. The panic surged through you as you shook your head and writhed with laughter. Revenant chuckled. “So sensitive. Heh, just as I figured. You’re not so tough.”

“NOHOHOHO!” You screamed and kicked your legs against the ground. You twisted your torso from side to side, but he just followed your movements, his hands stopping just short of your underarms. Your laughter died down to high pitched giggles. “Stohohohop! Rehehehev, plehehase—”

Revenant’s optics sparkled at your pleading. “Begging already? That was easy,” he laughed. But then, his tone darkened, and you could hear the smirk in his voice. “Hell, it was almost too easy. Where’s that fighting spirit, Legend? You can do better than that…”

With that, the simulacrum jumped back down to your ribs, pinching and scritching along the length of your rib cage. You screamed again and bucked your hips. Of course, Revenant’s taunting touched a nerve, but you were too overcome with laughter to snap back. Still, you tried anyway. 

“AHAHAHA! I’M GOHOHOHOHNA—”

You gasped when Revenant prodded at your centermost ribs. Those ribs were especially sensitive and, judging from how he cocked his head to the side, he picked up on it too. 

“You’re gonna what?” he echoed. He slowed the tickling down to where he just traced patterns on those sensitive ribs. “Laugh? Beg?” His optics twinkled again. “Go ahead, beg some more. It won’t help, but go on...”

You didn’t wanna beg again, especially if it encouraged Revenant to keep going. But, if he kept tapping against your ribs, you weren’t sure how much longer you were going to last. 

Then, Revenant did something you weren’t expecting. Instead of continuing to torment your ribs, he suddenly hiked your shirt up, exposing your bare torso. Then, his hands scampered back up your sides, his thumbs digging into your skin. The cold feeling of metal digits made you squeal, and you involuntarily snorted as his claws skittered across your stomach. 

“C’mon, skin bag. Beg.” Revenant demanded. He inched his way back towards your ribs and you tensed up. What started out as snickering turned into desperate giggles as he got closer and closer to the spot. Your stubbornness weakened, and your breath hitched as his fingertips swiped against your skin.

“Nonono! Okay! Plehehease, Rev. Dohohn’t tickle me,” You pleaded. The words tasted like poison in your mouth but, if it got him to stop, that’s all you wanted. “Plehehease stohohop..”

Revenant, however, wasn’t moved. “That’s it?” he scoffed, suddenly spidering his claws up and down your centermost ribs. “You don’t sound pathetic enough.”

A shriek ripped out of you as you spasmed against the floor, laughing hysterically. He didn’t let up and raked his claws over every inch of your ribs. And then, when you arched your back, he pinched at the back of those ribs. You laughed harder and moved to slam your back down on the floor, but he held you in place, continuing to prod and pinch at the spots. 

“AHAHAHAHA! REHEHEV, STAHAHAHA!” You yelled, your eyes pinching shut from the force of your laughter. “PLEHEHEHASE!”

Revenant ignored your pleading and continued tickling. By now, your ribs were hypersensitive from all of the previous tickling, so it took no time for your laughter to deepen. You writhed in his iron hold and threw your head back in hysterics. You didn’t think it could get any worse for you, but it could. And it did. 

The simulacrum was kneading his fingertips into the backs of your ribs when, all of a sudden, he stopped. You breathed heavily and hiccuped in between residual laughter. Your eyes were still closed, so you couldn’t see what he had in his hands. 

Revenant was holding the headscarf from his previous model. Just looking at it made him angry; it reminded him of what he’s lost, and what he’s become. But, it’d work perfectly for what he had in store for you. 

Your eyes snapped open at the sound of something ripping. Revenant tore off a long piece of the head scarf, binding your wrists with it. A fresh wave of panic coursed through you, and you struggled with a renewed vigor. 

“NO! Rev, please! I’m sorry!” You shrieked. Now, since he didn’t need to hold your arms down, he eased off so that he straddled your waist. “I won’t take your kills again! Please, let me go!”

“This isn’t about kills anymore, skin bag.” Revenant scoffed. He dragged his claws up your sides, making you shudder and giggle. “You’d be dead by now if that’s what I wanted. No…now, I want to hear you scream.”

Revenant slowly scratched back down your sides. You bucked your hips uselessly, giggling harder. As ticklish as your ribs were, there were a few more spots that were far more sensitive, and the simulacrum was heading right for them.

“Nohohoho! No! Rehehehehv, wAHAHAHAHAHAIT!” You went rigid as he walked his claws just above your hip bones. Revenant cocked his head to the side again, and you could hear his gears hum in response. He flicked his digits against your hip bones, and your laughter fueled scream told him everything he wanted to know. 

“Oh, you’re in trouble now…”

There was a sinister, teasing lilt in his tone as he suddenly descended into your hips. His metallic knuckles rolled over each bone and, when he wasn’t doing that, he squeezed them with just enough pressure to tickle. Each prod and squeeze sent ticklish jolts up your spine, and your loud laughter echoed throughout the forest. 

“NAHAHAHAHAHA! NOHOHAHAHA, STOHOHOHOHOP!” You yelled and frantically struggled with the ties on your wrists. They were tight, not enough to hurt, but definitely enough to keep your hands out of the way. The simulacrum dug a little bit more into your hips, using his fingertips to scritch back at the spot just above them. You threw your head back and your legs kicked out under you as you laughed and laughed. 

Revenant chuckled. He kept one hand on your hip and snaked the other back up your side. He hovered over your ribs and poked them. You yelped out a protest, but it was lost in your wild laughter. You curled in on yourself as much as physically possible, but it didn’t help. 

“I should’ve done this sooner,” he mused aloud. He tweaked your upper ribs and you hiccuped. “Doesn’t beat killing you skin bags, but it’s pretty damn close. And I’ve got nothing but time…”

You shook your head back and forth, your laughter now barely audible. Your stomach hurt from how hard you were laughing. You mouthed ‘please’ and ‘stop’ over and over, but it didn’t change anything. In fact, it just urged Revenant to keep going. After a couple more pokes to your rib cage, the simulacrum moved back down your torso, his hands finding your waist again. Instead of digging in, he traced the indent of your hips, enjoying how you gasped and snickered. 

“Plehehehease,” You pleaded again, your torso shaking from the lingering ticklish sensations. “Nohoho more. I cahahahn’t tahake it..”

Revenant mockingly cooed at you. “Doesn’t sound like my problem. And I’m not finished with you yet.”

He hooked his hands around your waist and squeezed your hips. You bucked and yelped, trying to reason with the unreasonable, and he responded by squeezing again. You snorted and brought your tied hands down, trying to cover your hips, but you were just out of reach. Rev mixed in quick scribbles across your waist, adding a new ticklish sensation to the mix, and you jerked in the opposite direction. 

Your legs kicked out more furiously under you as a response, and he reached behind with one hand to still them. His claws brushed against the underside of your knee, sending you into a deeper fit of laughter. 

“RAHAHAHA!” You cried out and flattened your leg against the ground. Revenant held on and skittered his fingertips underneath your knees, making you arch your back. “SAHAHAHAHA!”

“That doesn’t sound like begging to me,” Revenant taunted. He squeezed both of your knees before returning to your waist. He dug his thumbs into your hips, sending you back into a deep pit of laughter. 

“PLEHEHEASE! Please!” You yelled before giving into the laughter that overtook you. Revenant climbed up higher on your waist, so it was harder for you to buck away from him, and continued his tickle attack. It took no time for your laughter to fall silent again, and your eyes finally teared up. After another five long minutes of nonstop tickling, he finally eased up so that you didn’t pass out. 

“Aw, don’t cry, (Y/N). We’re just beginning to bond,” Revenant snickered. He released your hips and took your chin into his hand, so you couldn’t pull away from him wiping the tears away. Then, all of a sudden, he sat back and cut the bonds off of your wrists, climbing off of you. 

You curled up on the ground, breathing heavily. Your hips, legs, and ribs were all still plagued by the ticklish sensations, so you patted at them to soothe them. But, while you were soothing your nerves, the simulacrum loomed over you. You flinched as he approached and looked up at him. Revenant chuckled. 

“The hell are you starin’ at?” He huffed before lowering himself into a catlike stance, as if ready to pounce. “Start. Running.”

Your eyes widened and, as tired as you were, you forced yourself to get up and hurry away from him. Revenant’s optics glimmered; he always loved a good chase. 

[khal-says-hii]

sorry for disappearing suddenly,

take a revenant :]

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[revenant-dumpster-fire]

Hey could you do some Revenant headcannons about him being in different skins and what he’d be like with his s/o? How protective they would be, how affectionate, quirks they have and so on. I absolutely love your work! Also are you still working on your revenant story?

Absolutely! So, I'm obviously doing each individual skin in the H.E.C.K. (one of those AO3 fanfics I have), but I'll be general here:

Each different kind of chassis has a different slant to his personality, varying from minor quirks to major overhauls

Trying to learn each one has proven to be a bit of a significant undertaking, but you've been taking notes (literally)

Each chassis has a different kind and degree of protective: varying from being passive aggressive to anyone he thinks encroaches on you, to literally being a chivalrous knight about defending your honor, to just straight up snapping like a wild animal at anyone who touches you

Sometimes it's the right amount, but a lot of times it's overkill and you need to try to calm him down or reel him in

The more violent chassis are the more risky ones with possessiveness, and not all of them will listen to you when you try to calm him down

The more meek ones will back down if you convince him that it's fine, but none of them seem to lose any vigilance when others are around you

You've learned it's safest to just remain in his personal bubble to minimize his concerns

Affection is very similar: you get a wide variety of flavors from more bashful and innocent to the polar opposite

One thing remains the same: his viscious teasing

If he had a secret love language, it would probably be banter and sass

Even when you can't reciprocate, either from a lack of wit or inability to understand his chassis's speech patterns and quirks, he's still overjoyed at your reactions

Feigning offense or just expressing your confusion always works for him

Interestingly enough, different chassis seem to resonate differently to your usual ways of expressing affection

Hand holding might be off limits to some, it's something he appreciates in others

The Forged Knight chassis just struggles to accept any form of affection, whereas others simply demand it or deny it outright

Forged Knight is shy, Unholy Beast is animalistic, and Relic of Death is very aloof and combative

You still haven't met them all yet, but you're hoping you will in due time

Also yes I am still working on my story, sorry it just takes a long time to update! Hope this meets your expectations! :]

[dontbethatguy20]

Revenant Boyfriend Headcannons

@reid-levesque

He would insult you, but like in a nice way, if that makes sense. Like "That shirt looks ugly on you, you should change it to something more nice, your face is nice to look at but your clothes aren't."

Definitely would not do PDA, but in private, you probably still wouldn't get much, but you could get a hug and a kiss from him if you are very lucky.

He's definitely a cat person, or I guess cat robot, so if you have a cat, you bet your ass he's gunna like it (unless it's a clingy cat) he thinks dogs are annoying and have to much energy. But his favorite animal is probably a hyena.

He feel would find little things like key chains and think of you. He'll then take it and give it to you. This is one of the nicest things he'll do for you.

If you're short and you need help getting something or if you're too weak to open it, he'll insult or comment on your height or strength (not in a mean way), but he will help you with what you need.

If you are on a team together in the apex games, he'll protect you at all costs, especially in duos. It's the best way he can show he cares.

If you cry because of someone else's doing, he will kill them once he figures it out who it is, and if you don't tell him, he'll find out somehow and still kill them.

No one knows this, but sometimes, he does have hard days. He wishes so hard to be human agian and knows he can't anymore, and sometimes it will fill him rage or sometimes sadness. He'll actually let you comfort him after some convincing.

If you go out in public, most likely because he'll scare people and he just doesn't want to go. But if there is a place he can go without scaring people off, then he sometimes will.

He's the type of person to be like, "I can insult you, but others can't." If someone insults you in front of him, they can say goodbye to life. The same goes for flirting.

If you are in the drop ship and you are tired, too tired to even tuck in yourself, he'll do it for you quickly so that nobody sees him do it. He'll still do it somewhat quickly at home, just not as fast if they were in the ship.

Hope you are ok with bickering, cause you'll have to deal with him and loba bickering all the time, and it will be annoying very quickly.

He is a very jealous robot. He will indeed fight anyone he is slightly jealous of whether they flirt or just talk to you normally, and they make you laugh. And if it's another legend, he'll tell them to back off if an ally and if they just so happen to be so unlucky to be on and opposite team he'll make sure he'll get to them first to kill them off.

[scaryman-fancam]

REVENANT HEADCANONS - misc - How he shows affection - undefined reader relationship

- Revenant can only vaguely recall what it was like to interact positively as a human, with other humans. And even then… he can’t discern when his form became metallic, either, so it’s safe to say he’s not good at this, nor experienced. He’s seen how other legends attempted to flirt with you, whether it be Elliott showering you in stupid, cheesy one liners, or Maggie coming around your side when you aren’t looking to wrap an arm around your shoulders and pull you close. It makes him burn with jealousy, and he can’t picture himself using their tactics. He resents you, only a little, for allowing yourself to be handled so affectionately by others. Don’t you know that you’re his?

- He tries to come up with his own way to make his feelings known, he has to be different from the others! He has to leave an impression! So he takes every opportunity he can to be a jerk to you. When you’re spacing out, he flicks you on the forehead, taking joy in the way you wince and the little welt that forms in his wake. If he catches you alone, he might follow closely, quietly, until he finds the right moment to grab the back of your head and accuse you of having poor situational awareness. He assures you, albeit mockingly, it’s good it’s him you ran into, otherwise you might’ve been ambushed!

- He’s not good with words, or with physical affection. He doesn’t know how to be sweet, or how to sound romantic. His voice is just so rough now, any attempt at sweet talking comes out condescending, mocking, even cruel. He’s tried talking in his room, rehearsing something to say to you, only to find himself angry with the results, and bitterly jealous of the charming voices his competitors have, Octane with only a slight rasp and a playful energy that always draws a giggle from you, or Seer with a smooth and melodic voice that seems to keep your attention. He finds himself insecure, if it were ever possible in this form. Inhumanly fast and strong, vicious and cruel, and now he misses humanity more than ever. He finds himself sulking when it’s more than the two of you alone, withdrawing into himself, scraping metal shavings away as he tries to hold himself together, to keep himself from tearing out the vocal chords of anyone who dares to talk sweet with you.

- Eventually he’ll resort to gifts. He’s studied you closely enough that he knows your tastes, always knows what you need or want, and lucky for him, he’s been the star of a live bloodsport for a while now, and he has all the means to spoil you rotten… if only he didn’t find himself somehow shy about it. He ends up leaving gifts in your room, he wouldn’t dare get caught actually putting a delicately wrapped gift in your hands, and he realizes that you’d wonder why he was getting you anything. He finds that he’s more than likely not ready to tell you how he feels, or if he ever will be. Instead he decides to ward everyone else away, and leave you gifts, especially wearable ones. Bracelets, or earrings, or maybe even miscellaneous items like hair ties, or perfume, chap stick, sunscreen, or conditioner. This way, he’s marking you, isn’t he? He’s providing for you, you put yourself together this morning using the things he left for you. He feels sick and giddy all at the same time.

[ibiggiecheese]

Okay chat i’ve been brainstorming this idea for a while, but since there’s a small amount of revenant fics, i might have to fix it😔🙏

So i have a lil idea, revenant where like yk he’s like with the reader while she’s sleeping and he’s like just holding her and watching her as she sleeps. And so he gets the idea to like try and get some shut eye even tho he knows it never works. But like somehow he ends up dreaming. SOOO and he like realizes that he’s human again and he’s wearing his regular suit and everything yk, and then he notices the reader in his like complex or apartment(im not sure chat😔) and she like walks out of there bedroom wearing his like shirt or something and she’s still sleepy and everything, and revenant it does ALOT of things to revenant which he hasn’t felt in a long time. Reader goes up to revenant whilst rubbing her eyes and she hugs him, kissing him on his cheek and she tells him to have a good day at work. And revenants still stuck on the fact that he could feel everything, he felt your hands on the back of his neck, he could smell the cologne of his shirt you were wearing. And he felt the way your lips touched his cheek. Revenant didn’t realize that he was holding the reader so tight until reader rested her hand on his own. He just looks at her as if she’s an angel that’s ready to take him to heaven and he kisses her out of pure happiness and likeee from then on it gets a lil wild.

Okayokay this was kinda like a lil reminder for me or like to just establish my scenario yk. Bc either way im not sure how to develop the plot bc i just think of one thing and then i immediately jump to like the freakiness

[danddymaro]

Muse | Revenant x Reader

Where the artistic reader observes him.

Word count: 974

Muse

Your hand slowly hovers over the overworked sheet of your most recent sketchbook, careful not to accidentally brush down the second page and smudge anything, having learned from prior mistakes.

You have A pencil in hand as you create feather-light lines over the once-white sheet, careful not to make any mistakes, though they eventually happen.

However, with every mistake you turn the writing utensil, the eraser gently dabbing the spot before you gently blow over it, little shavings flying off with the gust landing anywhere else on the ship.

Your technique is almost memorizing as You treated the piece delicately, like a new life to this world, needing all of the tenderness of the world.

Every stroke is tender, accented by that look in your eye that's entirely too soft, too devoted, and far too precious.

-It's all the mechanical competitor can describe you as, truth behind every word despite the smoking tone he might persist in using when voicing the observation.

If only you knew how many of his teasing jabs were true praises

Soon, you look satisfied as you look down at your work, the overall expression one that's pleased after so much time has progressed.

The Travel to the new location had lasted half an hour, and you hadn't seemed to think it was too long, holding no complaints unlike some of the other legends who spoke among themselves about the new map. 

Friendly chatter existed for good reason as you were all there to become familiar with the area, and nothing more, but you hadn't seemed to partake in any of it, offering nothing but a simple nod here and there when addressed.

-And Revenant was sure you were hardly paying attention each time. 

That's how preoccupied you'd been.

He relished that focus of yours because the more the simulacrum trained his gaze on your eyes, the more he was enthralled by the charming way they glimmer.

Slowly, he shifted, and he noted his little move made your lips pout.

You seemed a tad bit annoyed, lightly tilting your head to look back at him from a diffrent angle, something that had made Revenant feel wary the first time he'd caught you.

He wasn't one to trust anyone, but soon after, he hardly considered it anything to be cautious of when he studied you more.

Especially when he realized you had tended to draw him, and only him.

You found him a frequent muse for whatever reason he didn't care to ask. After the discovery, he chose not to prod with questions, especially when he'd learned that all it took to make you frown was a slight shift in his position.

So he benefitted from it too...

"Heh..." A faint huff leaves him as he sees you try and find new focus with his movement.

He can't help but notice everything about your little expressions.

It's both fascinating and annoying at the same time.

 Fascinating, as such simple actions can affect your mood, and irksome how he noticed the shifts and their meanings like no one else could.

He'll admit your little frowns are ...cute. 

 And of course, The fact that the thing you are so invested in is him is flattering too.

-really.

He watches you with his stern gaze, observing every movement, just as you do his.

And during all that time, he can't help but wonder what is happening inside your head while you recreate his image.

A slight crack in his usually stoic steel is made apparent when he realizes just how much he reveres you, especially during these moments when you do nothing to try and impress him.

You do nothing but exist, and he's caught in suspense.

 He feels something he didn't think he was capable of, and it makes him uncomfortable, enough to cower.

He looks away before you can see the tiny flicker in his yellow eyes, an indicator of his interest, of something far beyond dismissiveness or even repugnance that he should feel. 

He tries to ignore it. 

He wants to ignore it but as time progresses he feels mortified by it.

 He crosses his arms over his chest as he tries to calm down, but he still can't help stealing glances at you and the piece you're creating -which is near completion. 

He feels something when he looks at your finished art piece... because he likes it.

You have a way of making him look beautiful.

You're bold as you look over to him again, this time offering him a soft smile, holding just a bit of appreciation as, by this point, he'd have to know what you've been doing.

-And has done nothing to discourage you.

Not even a snarl was thrown your way.

-And how could he?

He's noticed that you seem more interested in him lately. 

The way you watch him, the way you draw him so devoutly. 

The way your eyes glint whenever he walks past, keen on every one of his limbs as though you tried to understand their mechanics; trying to figure him out both inside and out. 

The way you smile whenever you look at him, whether you think he's looking or not. 

His crossed arms tighten and he finally averts his gaze, trying to look away. 

'Ugh,'

You make it hard for him not to like you, and it's conflicting. 

He's not supposed to feel anything, but these damned feelings of fondness keep creeping up on him, each time stronger as they reemerge.

 He's supposed to be a cold, emotionless, heartless killing machine. 

That, was his reputation, not whatever he was now, what he is in your presence.

A tired sigh leaves him as he looks away, muttering dejectedly, "Stupid skinsuit," 

He only hopes the ride doesn't last any longer because he doesn't know how much more he can take this.

[your-poetic-lifeline]

omg i saw the ask about dating the legends in secret, would you be able to do one for revenant?<3

yaaarse of course

i kinda have a thing for rev so I almost flew off the handle with these. Now i have headcanons of him stashed in the vault for later >:)

here’s a link to the previous secret dating hcs for those interested (with mirage and octane! 💙)

Dating Revenant in Private

pairing: revenant x reader

content included: private relationship, a little possessiveness (but we’re into that aren’t we), mentions of rev-typical violence

•°. *࿐

༻ It would seem, at first, that it wouldn’t be too complicated dating Revenant privately. You both prefer to keep more private lifestyles. He’s unapproachable, only goes out for work, and certainly doesn’t let anyone in his business.

༻ But it actually came to be harder than expected. Not by much, but there’s still a little risk.

༻ Revenant isnt known just for his assassinations and hellish appearance, but for his performance in the apex games too. And unfortunately, even a stone cold robot assassin can form an intense fanbase.

༻ He didn’t care for the idolization either way until the public took it as an opportunity to try and poke their noses into his personal life. Which he actually has now that he’s with someone.

༻ Some paparazzi actually have the balls to try and follow him outside the games sometimes, and that pisses him off to no end. He always thinks about killing them right then and there, but then he’d have to explain to you where all the blood came from.

༻ And being the gentleman he is, he wouldn’t want to step into his partner’s home like that.

༻ Especially since your home is somewhere for him to fall back, somewhere to find peace and a little routine. You help him experience a tinge of normalcy while he struggles with his immortality and sense of self. He’s made it a rule to never come home with the remnants of what he’s done throughout the day.

༻ Because your place is sanctuary to him, where any public perception of him is able to be left at the door.

༻ So the idea of anyone catching sight of it when it’s none of their business makes him quite possessive of you. He hates how aggressive fans or media outlets run the possibility of affecting your relationship with obscure narratives or stupid rumors. He fumes at the thought of anyone or anything ruining your relationship, because you’re pretty much all he has.

[alliddeart]

He's being uncharacteristically quiet...

Just came to mind while I was supposed to be studying.

Might write something short with this idea too.

[r-ando-m-w-rite-r]

Secrets Not So Kept

basic idea: you and rev have been secretly dating for a month or two and the others are starting to catch on

enjoy

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-the others were starting to get suspicious

-you could tell the little secret that you and rev were sharing was starting to become more public, and it seemed that he was fine with that

-you, however, weren’t so sure

-you loved him, but the idea of ajay, octavio, and all your other friends knowing that you dated a murderbot made you shudder

-whether it was the little things he did for you in game (aka going outside of the ring to save you when you got downed) or the fact that he literally went to paradise lounge with you the other night, it was becoming obvious, and elliott had been the first to point it out not only a day before

-you had been looting the deathbox of someone on a recently slaughtered team when he had approached you 

-“so...heyyy, question” he had said while fumbling with his wingman, drawing your attention

-he was unpredictable, so you had no idea what was about to come out of his mouth “what?”

-”wellll, not-i mean, well, not to offend you, dont get me wrong, but” he said nervously, eyes darting left to right 

-you raised an eyebrow as he continued “you and, well, you know-revenant” he spat the simulacrum’s name like it was the most disgusting word ever “seem to be up to something”

-you felt your face flush and you quickly turned away as he narrowed his eyes “listen, i dont really care-well, i do, but only if im involved in whatever you two are doing”

-the excessive color faded from your face as you realized where he was going with this; he thought you and rev were plotting something

-did everyone else think this? was this why the other legends gave you dirty looks when he would walk down the halls of the apex legends facility with you? or when he would sit with you on the dropship? this was news to you

-holding back your amusement, you turned back to him and played along “oh, well, you see, if you were involved, why would i tell you?” 

-elliott’s color drained from his face and his eyes went beserk as he said “w-w-well, because i-im your friend?”

-”even the best of friends dont always know the deepest of secrets” a familiar grating voice from somewhere above echoed down onto the two of you, and you watched as elliott froze

-looking to you desperately, he whispered “hes above me, isnt he?”

-”better get out of here before i add another kill to my count” with that comment from your less friendly teammate, elliott was gone

-”so everyones catching on, maybe not to the right things, but still” you said exasperately, sighing and hanging your head as you sat down on the floor of the building you were in

-you didnt know why you cared so much if people found out about you and him, but it was nerve-wrecking

-there was a thud as revenant landed behind you, and a cold claw slowly inched its way underneath your chin, turning it upward to display your face to the bot’s, which hovered over you

-his yellow LEDs bore into your eyes as he surveyed you with a look of possesion “and why exactly should i care? remind me, skinsuit”

-to outsiders, what he was doing may have looked like a threat, in fact, everything he did to you may look like a threat, but secretly you liked the protective nature of your lover; he made you warm inside

-that was when you came to your desicion; if anyone asked, they would walk away knowing you were dating a 300 year old serial killer

[cyber-cry-baby]

Guess what... After Dark continues after all, in the form of a sequel. I've been wanting to write more for so long but thought I might start a whole new part of the series. It feels good to be back. <33

Summary:

After everything that has happened, Revenant is still a part of your life. Now, you have the opportunity to make him an even bigger part. You apply for an internship at the Apex Games with the hope of advancing in engineering, but also perhaps to be more closely connected with the simulacrum. Will the secrecy continue, and are you ready to face the dangers that lie ahead?

-> start reading here <-

[bewitchedleague]

When someone asks when's the marriage with Bloodhound, Crypto, Octane and Revenant.

a/n; a simple, yet cute concept as the legends ponder about the question.

Bloodhound

    It didn't surprise Bloodhound when they were eventually the subject of their taunting because teasing wasn't uncommon among the legends, especially from Fuse or Loba when it came to tease others about their love partners. They didn't mind because neither legend ever said anything inappropriate and kept it in check, but when the question was so casually posed to them, they became paralyzed. Marriage? It wasn't unfamiliar to Bloodhound; they had occasionally expressed an interest in asking for your hand in marriage but had never given the matter any thought—at least not before tonight. They would dismiss both legends with a single statement and a laugh coming through their voice changer, saying that they needed some quiet time to reflect. Although they didn't have a certain date in mind for their wedding, they would frequently daydream about the specifics and how to make it ideal for the two of you. Only their thoughts would cause them to feel the heat quickly rise to their cheeks as they struggled to control the giddy sensation they were experiencing.

“Marriage?... Perhaps one day, do not worry. I’ll invite both of you.”

Crypto 

    Lifeline asked him what would have been the most absurd question possible while he was droning. She would be able to see the flatter of the drone's movement if she was looking at it, which would demonstrate how surprised and flustered Crypto was by her question. He would look at her with a flush on his cheeks, ashamed at how easily he could lose his cool over something as basic as a question. He would nearly mumble an answer before lowering his voice and turning away from a bewildered Lifeline.Even though he appeared calm on the inside, Crypto had an undeniable soft spot for you that everyone knew about just by looking at his flushed face when you were around. As a result, the man would grow impatient throughout the rest of the match because his mind wouldn't stop overanalyzing the question. That's presumably what prompted Lifeline to ask him; did she anticipate him proposing to you? Did she want to go to the wedding? You didn't even want to marry him, did you? He couldn't get his thoughts to stop racing, and he returned home with a simple straight forward question.

"Will you marry me? No, not right now! I was wondering... maybe in the future."

Octane

    Octane would think about marrying you on a daily basis. Everything he could have ever imagined was there, including his entire family, your family, and this enormous, extravagant, magnificent wedding with innumerable decorations, food, and friends. When he thought about it, he could feel adrenaline rushing right through his veins; he needed to run or do something else to burn off the energy the thought had given him. He would run off without responding, leaving the person who asked him staring at him in confusion. He would give you a huge bear hug the moment he saw you and then be overly attached to you for the rest of the day. Would go on and on describing what had occurred, who had asked the question, when it had been asked, where it had been asked, and every single aspect of his day before the question. After that, he would go on about the wedding preparations he had already made in his head and seek your advice on what to wear and the style of the wedding  you should have. Praying inside that you would say an extravagant wedding.

“Mi amor, mira! Can you imagine? Me, you and all our children - ... I know we don’t have children yet but just imagine!”

Revenant

    A silent, menacing stare was directed towards the questioner. Even Revenant was taken aback by the bravery and audacity with which someone dared to ask him that. His responses would be a scoff as he simply turned around and walked away without saying a thing. Revenant wanted to get married when he was still a human, but after becoming a simulacrum, he was nearly nothing like the person he once was. He had believed that there was little hope of achieving the human life he had always wanted. He pondered about wedding rings and becoming legally yours after this incident—not that he didn’t consider himself already yours.For the rest of the day, Revenant would keep staring at you, leaving you to wonder what was wrong with your less-than-loving lover since when you inquired, he would just turn away and act as though you had just offended him. Can't force himself to ask you because he is so terrified of receiving rejection from you. It would break his heart to learn that you didn't see him as a lifelong companion. At the end of the day, just blurts it out quickly while sounding hostile, but only because he has been thinking about it constantly.

“Would you marry something like me?”

Do not copy or translate my works.