Turning The Tables ||Octane x Reader||

Fleeting Reunions (4)

He'd walk over to you regardless, and you had to admit, he was really good looking. Elliot passed you a toothy grin, extending his hand out for you to shake. "I was just messin' around, kiddo! The name's Mirage, Elliot for short. I promise I'm not actually going to bite you." You only nodded your head, shaking his hand with a sheepish smile.

"[Y/N]." You'd say simply, earning another grin from the taller male. "A woman of few words? I like this one." He'd wink at you again, before hopping over to the couch.

You've seen him on the set a number of times. If you could recall correctly, he could make holographic copies of himself to "bamboozle" his targets. It was handy sometimes. A really cool trick for someone like him.

You then met a number of others; Wraith, Nathalie, Gibby, as you like to call him, Pathfinder, Bloodhound, and...Revenant.

He was terrifying, to say the least.

You felt your heart sink a bit as you continued to chat with your new teammates. Where was Octavio? Did he know you were here? You'd occasionally glance around the corner as you spoke with everyone. Maybe he'd show up soon? It was you kept hoping for, and you continued to hope until the time was up.

As the sun said its final goodbye's and dipped beneath the horizon, everyone slowly yet surely retired to their chambers for the night. You had a pretty good layout of the place, now, and you knew the way back to your room pretty well.

The legends weren't terrible people- far from it, as far as you could tell. This sport was a gnarly one, and it left you wondering why they'd bother joining such a violent trend. You'd have to remember to get those stories at a later time. Right now, all you wanted to do was pass out.

...

Saying your final goodbyes, you, as well, returned to your room. It was an afternoon well spent, you'd say. Pathfinder was over-the-top friendly, something you appreciated, Bloodhound was mysterious, something that left you wanting to hear more, Elliot was hilarious, though also a flirtations bastard. He got you to fumble over your words a few times, you'd give him that.

Never again, though.

And Revenant? He was a psychopath. Whether he was alive or not, you never wanted to get on that robot's bad side.

Closing your door behind you, you changed into some more comfortable clothes, and flopped onto your back. You haven't seen Octavio yet. He didn't even show up. Yet again, you didn't meet everyone today, so maybe you'd finally see him tomorrow? You weren't about to go searching for his door just to see him again.

That'd be weird, right?

The sound of frantic knocking would fill your ears, and once it started, it didn't stop. You felt your irritation slowly start to rise, and as you got to your feet, you'd stand there for a few moments.

More knocking.

Why the hell were they still knocking??

You ran a hand through your hair and shuffled over to the door. Right about now, you didn't care how well you knew these people; you were ready to slap whoever was making such a damned ruckus at your door.

Your finger landed on the button besides the metallic sliding doors, and the barrier between you and the mystery annoyance was no more. However, that mystery wasn't a mystery at all.

Your eyes widened at the sight before you, and as if the days from your past had returned to you, your stomach filled with unruly butterflies.

With his mask on, and his goggles covering his eyes, there was the famous Octavio Silva. Your childhood friend. He still had his arm up, almost as if he wasn't expecting you to open the door so suddenly. Had he not heard you walk up to the door??

There was silence for a few moments. Moments that felt like years in your head. You could only stare up at him, and he found himself doing the same. You couldn't see his expression, but he could clearly see yours. The conflict laced in your eyes. The way your mouth hung gently, completely taken aback by his sudden reappearance. The first time you've seen each other in three years. It was definitely a shock to both of you.

Lowering his arm, Octavio would clear his throat a bit.

"Che told me you'd be here." He started off rubbing his neck a bit uneasily as he turned his head off to the side a bit. "I wasn't sure if you'd want to see me today, ya know..." He did a little circular motion with his hand before continuing.

"Then I thought maybe she was punking me or something, 'cause we both know how much you hate the games. Yet..." He turned back to look at you. "Here you are."

You said nothing, your mind void of any sort of logical thought. If smoke could come out of someone's ears, that's exactly what would be happening to you right now. Say something...say anything!!

"Yeah..." That's all you could manage.

Octavio would scratch at his head for a bit, the awkwardness of the situation crashing on the both of you like concrete. And you? You only continued to stare.

There was a strong urge to hug the man before you. After all, you were the one who ended things on a terrible note, and here he was again, like magic. What should you do? What could you do?? Octane let out a heavy, almost defeated sounding sigh, letting his hand fall heavily by his side.

"Lo siento, this was a bad idea..." He'd mumble as he fidgeted in his place. He had been standing there way too long, and his nerves were starting to kick up again. "I'll see you around, bien?" With that, he'd turn around and begin to make his exit.

Oh hell no.

You managed to grab his wrist before he got very far, and before he could even turn around to question anything, you yoinked him into the tightest embrace you could manage.

Even after all this time, he still smells amazing-

Octavio was quick to return the gesture, pressing his cheek against the top of your head as the two of you held each other. "I missed you." You'd mumble into his chest, and you could hear him chuckle above you. "I missed you too, chica."

You had no idea how long you stood there. Obviously it was too long, because the second you felt Octane's leg begin to bounce, you knew his antsy nature was starting to get the best of him. With a small roll of your eyes, you'd smile up at him, and nudge him out the door. "I'd say it's about time we take a walk. We haven't done that in a little while, and you obviously still can't handle standing in one place for more than 3 seconds." You'd tease him with a grin, and he only pretended to act shocked. This smartass.

"Sheesh, even after all these years, you can still read me like a book. Estoy impresionado!" He'd cackle at you, suddenly taking off ahead of you at a speed you couldn't even keep up with.

"Octavio! Wait up dude!" You'd laugh up to him, trying your best to keep up with his pace. He turned his head back to you, and as if he was trying to show off, he began to run backwards.

"This isn't even my fastest! First one to the lounge is a huevo podrido!"

"I don't even know what that means! Wait the hell up!"

Your laughter would echo through the halls of the large ship while the two of you continued to goof around. It was if nothing between the two of you had changed.

Like all those years couldn't keep you two apart. It made you happy; and it filled the hole in your heart. All this time, you constantly worried about what would happen if the two of you saw each other again. This was one of the very last events you expected to happen. But you know what?

This wasn't terrible. Not terrible at all. Maybe the games would start looking up after this. You could only hope.

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A/N:

I totally rushed this chapter, despite what the word count might say. Sorry if it's sloppy or doesn't make sense!