✧ You, his partner, are an Apex fan. He takes you to meet the rest of them. ✧

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A rented out restaurant wasn’t something Revenant would ever need for himself. He doesn’t need to eat. Or sleep.

But for you? Anything.

Such a fucking sap he was when it came to you. He didn’t worry himself too much over the details, though. Seeing you smile, seeing you happy, it made... everything worth it. He’d never say this to you, though, gods no. He’d rent out an entire restaurant for you, buy the biggest damn diamond for you, and say it’s all because he, as a not-quite man, didn’t need to buy anything with his Apex Games winnings.

“You... want to meet them?”

Revenant is sat across from you at the lavishly decorated table. In the middle there's a lit candle, it’s flame dancing light highlighting your face. He’s staring, ember eyes nearly blending in with the golden light of the candle flame.

He’s known of your dreams to be more involved with that part of his life. But now you’re asking him outright to meet the rest of his... ’teammates.’ Maybe you knew he’d never say no to you. Or, more accurately, would tell you no, then... do it anyway. For now he grumbles, “We’ll... see.” And gestures for you to finish the meal the chef made while under his gunpoint. 

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A few days after the date night, Revenant isn’t too pleased when he opens his mail to yet another invitation to join the luxury Apex Games anniversary celebration. He’s only ever gone a handful of times, but he recognizes the opportunity it presents for you. So reluctantly, he doesn’t shred the sparkly paper to bits. 

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The limo he ushers you into the back of has purposefully darker than black tint on the windows. It’s just for privacy, he tells you. The ride is silent. He’s scrunched in his seat, bent forward, too hulking for the human accommodated design of the limo’s interior. For the first time in an obscenely long time, he feels... nervous.

The flurry of anxious what-ifs are forcefully stifled when he steps out with you. He leads you through a dense crowd's forced open pathway, a large hand splayed on your back, pushing you forward, his own sensors grating through his body from the loud pops and snaps of the paparazzi. But when you’re both inside, his anxiety doesn’t die, it swells.

The building is packed only with the other legends and hired vendors. Revenant stands too straight, and doesn’t quite look at you when he speaks. “Don’t stray too far.”