Author's Note: Hello, everyone! My, my, it's been some time since I've been here, huh?

I've recently picked Apex Legends and my felt dolls of the Legends back up, and I wanted to write a story for one of my ships, Octane and Seer.

I've had this up on AO3 for a while, but I figured I should post it here!

If you don't like this ship, please understand this is an AU and you don't have to comment or look if you don't like it.

Enjoy!

Octane looked down at the floor below where the dollhouse sat, hanging his legs over the edge of one of the floors. He swung his legs back and forth as he sat there, finding himself bouncing a bit in his spot.

"What seems to be holding your interest down below, Octavio?"

The daredevil turned his head to look over his shoulder, seeing Seer walk into the kitchen of the dollhouse and past the table. He took in a small breath, before shaking his head and saying, "Nothing really, compadre. And that's the problem!" He suddenly bounced up, nearly stumbling and falling over the edge. It wouldn't have hurt too much, but it wouldn't have been fun. "I can't stay still now! Not while Helios is away! It's the perfect time to be checking everything out!"

Seer folded his arms across his chest and chuckled. "And just how many times have you 'checked everything out' in this house now, Tavi?"

The nickname threw Octane off for a moment, making him blink under his goggles. He shook that off and bounced in his place. "That doesn't matter, amigo! There's always something new I find or something new to do!"

Seer smiled. He had to admit that he admired Octavio's eagerness to never stay still and to keep himself occupied at all times. Octane's zest for life was entertaining and, in a sense, lovely. He was someone who Seer admired for never quitting and never giving up. He was a lot more clever and intelligent than most people made him out to be.

But perhaps, that was why Seer had–

"And what are you up to, compadre?"

The artist snapped from his thoughts when he heard Octane speak to him with a hand on one hip, foot rapidly tapping the floor. He didn't realize he had gotten so lost in his own thoughts. He flashed a grin and slid a hand along the brim of his hat. "Well, I was wondering if I may borrow you for something."

This made the bouncing stop and made Octane's heart start racing. He would never admit it, even to Ajay, but his heart seemed to beat just a little faster when he did anything with Obi. Something about how Obi saw beauty in everything and seemed to be able to make anything out of nothing; it was really nice to see. And even if Seer was a little slower than he was, something about that seemed to make him feel… balanced.

Filing that thought away, Octane nodded. "Sure! What is it?"

"I'd like to… surprise you. So if you could just follow me?"

The high-speed daredevil stopped his bouncing for a second, before nodding rapidly and watching the ambush artist drop off the edge of the dollhouse, slide down the leg of the table it sat on, and make his way to the floor. Octane did a front flip off the dollhouse, landing with flair as next to Seer.

The taller man chuckled, his blue eyes filled with admiration. "You certainly know how to make an entrance, Octavio."

"Thanks, amigo! I've been practicing that one for a while! So, where we going?"

"To the living room, if I may lead you to it?"

"Sure!" Octane fell in step with Seer as the two walked out of the room, making small steps down the hallway and into the human-sized living room. It took quite a few minutes, but once they reached the living room, Seer took a moment to look around and soak in the place around him. Helios' home had quite the humble architecture, and he had to appreciate that every once in a while. He truly found beauty in many things people would overlook.

And maybe that included someone who moved to stand beside him.

Octane looked to Seer as he looked around and his gaze followed the artist's from under his goggles. "This place is nice. I really like the places I can climb and sit on."

Seer chuckled and responded, "Speaking of which, I think I can give you a hint of what I'd like to have you be my muse for." He pointed to the large table in the nearby area between the kitchen and the living room. "There's some clay there. I just need some input on a new creation."

Octane smiled and looked at his friend. "Ja, you need my advice for something?"

"Not advice, input. There's a difference, my friend." The ambush artist moved towards the table and the high-speed daredevil followed with quick steps.

When the pair had made their way up the chairs and onto the table, there was a moment where they observed the sunlight streaming through the windows and onto the table. It washed over them and Octane stood in that light, in that warmth, and he felt a little peace come into his mind. He felt… content, here, with his friend.

But how much he wished that could be more than that.

Seer stepped forward and reached into a small container, pulling out a cube of clay and placing it onto a plate nearby. He looked up at the daredevil and asked, "May I have you stand with me, Octavio? I would like to have your word in this creation."

Octane nodded and practically bounded to where the other was. He could see the clay in his hand was a bright green, similar to the green cropped top the shorter man wore. He quirked a brow. "What do you need me to say, Obi?"

Seer's blue eyes looked into those green goggles, in a way that almost felt like he could see past the mask and into Octane's mind. "Just tell me what you see. What can you get from this color? Its energy? Its feeling? What does it make you feel?"

Octavio took a moment to look at Obi in confusion, before he looked to the clay lump. He paused as he looked at it. Though artistry such as this had never been a forte for him, he felt something after Seer's words. Something that gave him a warm feeling.

"Well," he spoke after a moment more. "I think… it makes me feel–warm, like the sun in spring. It feels… happy. It feels like it can give me the energy to do anything, compadre." He chuckled. "That doesn't make sense, but–"

A hand was held up. "No, it does, my friend, it does. More than you realize. Now, what shape do you see that feeling being?"

"Maybe… maybe a circle? I do run in circles for fun when I have energy. I have to go faster and come full circle."

Seer put a hand to his chin. "...That does seem to be what resonates from this for myself as well." Another chuckle came from Seer, and how that sound made Octane's heart flutter.

Seer put a hand on the clay cube. "Well, I believe I have a vision now. May I ask you to leave for just a few moments?"

Octane took a second to watch Seer again, before springing back up onto his grey felt feet. "No problemo, compadre! I'll be in the kitchen when you need me!"

"Excellent, Tavi. I'll call you back up in a bit."

Octane looked up from his spot on the floor of the kitchen when he saw a shadow pass over him. He could see Seer waving him down from the table, and he grinned under his mask. The high-speed daredevil made his way back to his spot in the sun, and he saw that the ambush artist had covered his work with a tissue to hide it. "What'd you come up with, amigo?"

Seer reached down to pull off his tissue, and the small polymer clay creation below it made the cocky facade of the daredevil melt away in awe.

There was Octane in clay form, but he was surrounded by a swirl that had been made and rounded to look like liquid. Next to his feet were pieces that mimicked grass. And the running position of the main piece gave Octane the impression of a quick sprint.

Seer placed a hand on his hat. "Well… what do you think?"

Octane took in a small breath. "You… you made me?"

"Well… yes, for you have been the source of my creative thoughts for some time." Seer took a step forward. "Octavio… I feel a strong way about you. One that wouldn't let me rest until this took shape. You have been in my mind in… in this way for quite a while."

Octane tilted his head. "Why? Why me?"

Seer looked away for a second. "Your love of life and energy to do what you please is inspiring. You are inspiring. You never give up, and you're much more witty when you speak your mind than many say. You are someone I know will never hurt us, hurt me. I… I admire your zest for the things you love… well, it makes me wish I was one of those things."

It took a split second for the artist's words to sink in, but when they did, Octane placed a hand over his heart. It began to race in his chest. It felt like his head was fuzzy and filled with cotton. He watched Seer approach him and take that hand. "What are you… are you saying," he asked in a quiet tone, so much quieter than his usual voice.

A light blush fell across Obi's face. "I'm saying… I have strong feelings for you, Octavio. I have for a while. Even if our namesakes are at odds… we have our own lives as felt dolls, our own feelings, and our own wishes. And I wish to be yours."

If Octane hadn't realized how quiet it was, he wouldn't have realized he stopped breathing at the other's words. He was still. Everything around him was still. He didn't want to move.

Seer was about to apologize for his words… until he felt Octane intertwine his hand with Seer's. The artist looked at their hands in surprise, before moving up his blue gaze to the goggles in front of him. "Tavi?"

Octane pushed up his eyewear, and his brown eyes found Seer's eyes. "Obi… you don't know how long I've been waiting for you to say something like that."

There was silence between the duo. They simply stood in the sunlight, in the warmth. Their hands were locked together. Their eyes stayed on each other. There wasn't anything but each other in that moment.

Seer's face turned to a smile, a happy gesture, and he carefully pulled Octane into an embrace. The smaller man returned it not even a second later, and the artist closed his eyes. This was something he had wanted for so long now. And it seemed surreal.

"So… what are we, Obi?"

"Well, I suppose this makes us an item… if you choose it."

Octane nodded quickly. "I want it to be."

"Then it can be. And I want you to know: if there's ever anything you ever need, you only have to ask, and I will grant it."

Octane chuckled and held onto Seer. There was a feeling of belonging between them, like a missing piece of their puzzles had been found. The warmth of the sun kept them in each other's arms, before they broke their embrace and sat and talked. It was understanding, it was compassion. It was something they both wanted for some time. And now, it was real.