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scary-wizard-tower · 4 months

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Makoa was just about as feared as Tamatoa was when it came to unfortunate casino patrons. It was widely known among the regular gamblers that cheaters never prospered, and instead were subject to whatever beck and whim Tamatoa and Makoa had.

This time was no exception.

A man, who was dressed in rather nice clothing, stood in front of Makoa, almost a sort of confusion in his face. He hadn't learned to be afraid yet, Makoa mused. It would only make the whole endeavor that much better.

“What's your name?” Makoa asked, folding his arms across his chest. The two of them stood alone in one of the dark back rooms of the casino, the muffled sound of the gambling floor still permeating the walls. The scent of cigarette smoke wasn't so offensive, either.

“My friends call me Palm.” the man answered. “It's…a long story.”

Makoa raised an eyebrow, looking Palm over with his good eye.

“Well, Palm.” he said. “Do you know why you are here?”

“I have a feeling you're going to tell me.”

“We have a set of rules here, friend.” Makoa began. “They are few and far between, of course. We do not like to limit the imaginations of our attendees, as I am sure you are aware. But our fine establishment has no tolerance for…cheating.”

Palm swallowed hard.

“W-well, most casinos don't.”

Makoa watched the man squirm under his gaze. A smile lifted the corners of his mouth.

“We give our patrons so much. Drinks. Food. Entertainment. And yet…I am disappointed when people ask for more. Of course, you can have as much food or sex as you want. But trying to cheat us out of our money, well, that isn't very fair, now, is it?” Makoa stepped toward Palm, his massive frame towering over him. “But unfortunately, we have such patrons come in from time to time. On the bright side, we do have ways of…taking care of these people."

“Y-yeah?” Palm asked, stepping backward away from him. “I-I’d imagine. This place has been around for ages.”

Palm soon reached the wall, unable to back away anymore. Makoa stopped inches away from him.

His stomach growled.

“How much money did you think you could swindle from us, Palm?” Makoa asked. “Did you truly think you would get away with it? I mean, come on. Tampering with the slot machine? You couldn't possibly have thought that would have worked.”

Palm’s mouth was dry. He didn't know what else to say.

Makoa sighed.

“Oh, well. Your actions have consequences, friend. Surely you knew trying to cheat us was wrong. Nobody that's tried hasn't gotten caught.” He took a step back and untucked his shirt, beginning to unbutton it.

“Y-you’re not gonna–”

“Fuck you? No. I considered it, but…it would be a waste of time. I just don't want my favorite shirt to be ruined.” Makoa answered. Palm heard Makoa's soft, fuzzy stomach growl again. “All this talk’s just worked up my appetite.”

“What?”

Makoa laughed.

“Cheaters never prosper.”

Before Palm could try dashing away, Makoa pinned him against the wall with his strong arms, his claws almost digging into the other man’s shoulders.

“Let go of me!” Palm protested. Makoa just laughed.

“Come now. We can move past this soon enough.”

Makoa's jaws parted, and Palm could see his huge mouth lined with sharp teeth, glittering with saliva in the dim light. His hot, humid breath hit Palm’s face, prompting him to try squirming away. Makoa leaned forward and ran his wide, slimy tongue over Palm’s skin, tasting the tender human skin the poor man had.

Makoa chuckled.

“You human-types are always so delicious.”

Before Palm could try screaming for help, Makoa pushed his head into his mouth, his tongue once again exploring his face. Slowly, Makoa opened his jaws further and pushed Palm's head toward the back of his throat, the heat from inside his body almost too much to bear. His impatient stomach growled again. He was going to enjoy this.

Makoa's grip on Palm didn't waver. Palm’s head finally reached Makoa's throat, which was slick with saliva and compressed him from all sides. Makoa's tongue ran over Palm's neck and shoulders, and he groaned with the sensation of Palm’s continued struggling.

Makoa's throat bulged outward with the mass he was taking in, and he gave a mighty swallow as Palm’s chest began entering his body. Palm tried to scream, but was muffled by Makoa's body. All that showed of his head from the outside was a vague shape beneath Makoa's skin.

Makoa lifted Palm off the ground, swallowing once more as he pushed more of the man deeper inside. The powerful muscles of the esophagus were hard at work drawing Palm closer toward his impending doom, and soon enough, his head reached Makoa's hungry, empty stomach.

Makoa had Palm in up to his stomach, his arms pinned to his sides by the walls of Makoa's nigh invincible throat. Palm kicked his legs, still not giving up the fight, but Makoa just took it in stride. This wasn't the first meal of its kind, and it certainly wouldn't be the last.

Palm’s head and shoulders began to fill Makoa's stomach, the bulge in his throat beginning to give way to a paunch in his stomach. Makoa tilted his head back, reaching Palm’s waist, until only his futile kicking legs remained outside.

Makoa's flesh pressed down on him from all sides, hot and slimy, with hardly enough room to even wiggle around. Each time he moved and tried to thrash about, it only aided his descent into Makoa's stomach.

Makoa finally let go of him and swallowed again, drawing his legs into his throat, holding his stomach with his hands. Then, finally, Palm fully disappeared inside Makoa's gullet, and the outside world was no more.

Makoa closed his mouth and took a breath, feeling Palm continue his struggling all the way down, trying to fight against the powerful muscle inside Makoa's body, until he finally came to relative rest curled up in the dragon’s distended stomach.

Makoa laughed, running a hand over the soft fur on his belly.

“I haven't been able to get a good meal in a long time.” he said. “Tamatoa usually snaps all of you up before I get a chance.”

Makoa then walked over to the pile of cushions he and Tamatoa normally shared, opting to wait until the massive beast returned from the casino floor.

He watched the rippling of the struggling man in his stomach, resting his head back and sighing contentedly. The man would be nothing but liquid soon enough.

Cheaters never prosper.

#mod tron #writing #vorephilia #soft vore #unwilling prey #unwilling vore #character: makoa

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jeffchats · 9 days

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There’s a post on the Cancelled’s Reddit that says the person thinks Jeff had a crush on Tana and that’s why he acts like he does towards her. I saw a lot of comments saying that he seemed jealous and weird towards Makoa in the pod with him. I don’t think Jeff ever liked Tana in a romantic way. We all saw how he was with Georgie; it will be obvious when he likes a girl. It doesn’t even seem that way with this Verica girl but anyway… Jeff doesn’t like that he can’t do their old clout fake relationship bullshit he’s been used to doing for the last two years. Tana is sober now and seems to be taking better care of herself. I’ve read that Makoa is like the first guy that’s ever treated her right. I think Jeff doesn’t like that. He’s treated her like a punching bag and she was used to every guy doing the same so she let it happen. I don’t think she’d be ok with that now that she sees what respect for a guy actually is. It’s very messed up I know but I think that is what people are seeing, not him jealous in a romantic way.

I don't think Jeff wishes ill towards Tana and her relationship. I am sure he is envious of her relationship and her continued success even after going sober. Tana does well for herself even when she's not a drunken mess and she's still able to pull numbers and deals and she doesn't have to clout farm as much. I think he is maybe envious of that.

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noctuascion · 4 years

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cryptage can have a little angst "i need to cry but i don't think i can." AND a little fluff "you didn't have to do that for me." as a treat :D

They can have a little angst. As a treat. Also I'm sorry if I mess up somewhere I'm awful with keeping to the prompts fnsns

The sickening crunch of bones being crushed between mechanical fingers seemed to echo for miles around. Everything had gone mute, like sound was sapped from the land around him. There was no gunfire, no battle cries or orders shouted; there was deafening silence that haunted the Legend, paralyzed with a familiar sensation of fear.

A yellow clad corpse was tossed effortlessly aside, like he weighed nothing, like he was nothing. Wide hazel optics followed every movement the body made, falling bonelessly to the ground. The man's body eventually faded to be replaced by a death box, like this was just a game—and it was a game, just a bloodsport; no one died and no one got hurt.

But the information couldn't reach the shaken hacker's mind, frozen body refusing to move even as the simulacrum slowly approached, glowing amber optics focusing on his prey.

"Skinsuits are fragile little things, aren't they?" Revenant said, raising his gun toward Park's prone form, aimed for his head. "Don't worry. It'll only hurt a little."

The hacker hadn't even had the chance to properly process everything before a Peacekeeper shot was heart. However, Revenant had been holding a Flatline, not any shotgun, and the simulacrum was actually now dead on the ground. Reality came crashing back in the form of Makoa Gibraltar, their other teammate. The normally smiling visage was replaced with a look of worry, knelt down beside Park and the hand not wielding the Peacekeeper placed upon his back.

"'Ey, ya okay there? Not like ya ta sit there like a chihuahua," the shielded fortress spoke, and it had just barely reached Park's auditory processors.

Park didn't fear death, and he certainly didn't fear the bucket of bolts now laying dead on the ground, just a death box. He just didn't think he would have to watch Elliott, of all people, he finished off by this creep, didn't have to see his neck get snapped so easily, covered in scarlet and bullet wounds and choking on his own blood.

He's watched Elliott die plenty of times. It was a plethora of ways, of continuous deaths that were always met with very little malice (aside from Alexander and Revenant, of course), but there was something different this time. There was something terrifying about the aspect of Elliott dying in front of him, an assassin completely capable of killing him whenever he wanted being the one to end it, no qualms against it whatsoever.

He shuddered at the thought.

"Hey," Makoa fried again, this time his voice softer. Park's head turned to meet gazes with him. "Ya got this, brudda'. Gotta be brave and get goin'. Revenant's squad is all gone, and he ain't comin' back anytime soon." He delivered a pat to the hacker's back. "I'm gonna grab Mirage's banner. You take a sec to breathe, okay? You're safe and he's safe. Ya got that?"

Park's head nodded, which was enough for Makoa.

"Good! Up 'n at 'em!"

Suddenly, the surveillance expert was being lifted into the air, shocking but not too unexpected, and placed back on the ground gently, like he was some distressed kitten. Makoa flashed him another smile before hurrying over to Elliott's box and fetching his banner. Park, meanwhile, did as Makoa suggested.

He breathed.

— ;

The match afterwards had gone fairly well. Park was still a bit shaken up, but, after seeing Elliott's smiling visage, blood absent from his apparel and body, he calmed down rather quickly and was able to participate in the match with his usual competence. They didn't win, but it was still a good match overall.

Elliott just wasn't fond of the earlier part of the match, having his throat crushed by Revenant. There was a phantom pain where those deadly fingers wrapped around his throat, but, frankly, he, much like everyone else, was far too accustomed to Revenant's and Alexander's methods of killing to be too bothered anymore (Park especially; the killing machine seemed to have some strange fondness for killing him).

After the match, the trickster headed over to his boyfriend's room, the man in question having immediately made a beeline for his quarters and having not been seen since. He missed lunch, and he missed hanging with Ajay and him, so there was likely something wrong. Makoa had mentioned he was shaken up after Revenant had taken him out, and he's worried that Park's beating himself up over it—or worse.

He raised a hand to knock, waiting for the inevitable bout of silence, before, shockingly, he heard a quiet, nearly inaudible, "come in."

Pushing the door open, Elliott was met by darkness. That didn't come as a surprise; Park's room was only illuminated by computer monitors most of the time, and they were currently off (which was an immediate means for concern). The light emitting from the open door allowed Elliott to spot Park's location: curled up on his bed, back against the wall, and eyes focused solemnly on the trickster that had entered his room.

He stepped inside, shutting the door behind him, and once again enveloping the room in darkness. Carefully, he maneuvered his way through Park's room, careful not to trip on any wires, and found his bed. He moved to sit on it, reached over to his nightstand, and flicked the small lamp on. It was still relatively dark, but it was enough to Illuminate the hacker's dour visage.

"Let there be light," Elliott said, hoping to lighten the mood; alas, Park's gloomy demeanor remained. "Okay. What's up, sweetheart? You're depressed, but not usually this bad. You skipped lunch!"

A shrug was his response, a delicate raise of shoulders that could've easily been missed.

"I can't help you if you don't talk to me, baby."

Further silence from the smaller promoted a sigh from the trickster. He moved to sit beside Park instead, his own back pressed against the wall. The hacker remained still, quiet, and, for a moment, so, too, did Elliott. He wasn't one for quiet, however, and began speaking again within moments.

"is it about what happened with Revenant?" he asked, his normally bright and chipper tone replaced with something quiet, almost forlorn. "You don't have to beat yourself up over that, honey bear. You didn't have a weapon, and he's kinda just—a literal weapon."

"… I watched you die…" spoke the other after an elongated silence, Elliott's head snapping to look at the other. He looked ready to start sobbing. "I sat there, frozen in fear, as he broke your neck…"

"Hyeon—"

"He killed you, and it could happen at any moment again…!" the other cried, knees curled tight against his chest, head held within his hands, fingers gripping tightly at raven locks. "And I want to cry. I can feel my eyes stinging because of it, but I just… I just can't…" A deep, shuddering breath was taken, his grip tightening on his hair.

For a moment, silence was once again stifling the air, the only sound being Park's labored breathing. For a moment, Elliott was merely staring, merely watching as his lover came undone before his very eyes. For a moment, he didn't know what to do. He didn't know how to comfort someone who had just watched him die.

"… When I was a kid," Elliott began, Park's head moving to look up at him, curious, "my brothers and I… We were all pretty stupid."

He… never talks about his brothers… Park thought, frowning. Why…?

"One time, we got lost in a crowd. My mom kept shouting for us, kept calling out our names. I couldn't find her or my brothers, and I ended up crying. A lady found me and tried helping me find them. We did find each other, but we all got scolded… a-and that day kinda just sucked in general. I scraped my knee, I didn't get the toy I wanted, I lost my favorite pencil—it just sucked.

"But I remember everyone smiling a lot during that day. I remember the relieved smiles, the laughter, and the warmth. I remember thinking that I could've lost them, so I needed to—to treasure them more, live life knowing I made good memories with my family." A bitter chuckle left him, head moving to lean back against the wall and eyes focusing on the ceiling. "I'm glad I did."

Immediately, Elliott felt arms wrap around his neck, yank him down, and felt his nose press against the other's bony shoulder. Park was shaking, and Elliott couldn't tell if he was crying or not, but he sure as hell was. He could feel the warm liquid trail down his cheek, soak into the hoodie the other was donning. His own arms wrapped around his lover's midsection, pulled him as close as physically possible, and then there was nothing. There were no words uttered, no hysterical sobs nor cries of agony. There was just silence, only healing.

Eventually, Park pulled away enough to look into Elliott's eyes, a half-synthetic hand reaching up to gently brush away a tear. His own eyes were red and puffy, only confirming Elliott suspicions.

"No one's ever taking me away from you," he said, confidence in the statement. "I don't care who they are. I'm not leaving you 'till you physically pry me off yourself." A hand left Park's waist, placing itself upon his cheek, and gently pressing their foreheads together. "I dunno if I'll ever lose you, but everyday's gonna be the day I treasure every moment we're together, every conversation we have. Gonna make you feel like I'll never forget you if you're gone. Gonna make you feel loved and make it known I'll be a fucking wreck if I lose you. I'll kick my own ass for letting someone like you slip away."

Park could feel himself choking on his own words, reduced to nothing but tears by the confession, pouring from his eyes without any sign of stopping. All he could do was press his lips against Elliott's, convey through contact his desperation and adoration, the love he feels and the connection that he refuses to ever let be severed. There was so much pouring out of his heart that, by the end of the kiss, when they broke apart to breathe, he felt like he left a piece of his heart to the other.

It was where it belonged anyway.

"Thank you," the hacker whispered, trying to calm his hiccups, calm the shaking. "You… You didn't need to…"

"I know." Elliott smiled with sadness in his eyes. "But… you're a part of me. Telling you that story… s'just like I'm telling it to myself. I'm visiting memories with the only person I'd ever let see them." Another kiss was pressed to Park's nose this time, a simple way of showing his affection. "I love you so much, darling. Never leaving you alone. I'm here to give you that happily ever after you seem so convinced you're never getting."

Park allowed a smile to replace the look of sadness constantly worn by the man. There was joy in his eyes, endearment swirling with the hazel optics. It was like watching a fire: so enrapturing, so warm and beautiful, dangerous but healing. He was falling in love all over again.

"I love you as well, Elliott."

#apex legends #crypto #tae joon park #mirage #elliott witt #cryptage #lenardo does a write #i may have cried #but you didn't hear that from me #anyway i hope you enjoyed reading !!#i needed some angsty boys jdjsjw #chini always coming in with the requests #making me feel good #tysm ily

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paladinsheadcanons · 7 years

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Do you know if the champions have voice lines for when they kill a certain character? Like, the other day I was playing as Tyra and when I killed Makoa she said something like "Rest, old one" or something like that. And just today I was playing as Pip and when I killed Maeve he called her "Impostor" he said something like "Take that, impostor" and she does have the copycat emote. I don't know.

I know of a few, and I found more on this post on the Paladins forums! I myself have never heard any of these in game except for Fernando’s line. After reading this I realise how much the other champions don’t really like Fernando and it makes me sad.

- Mod Mal’Damba

Androxus, when he kills Cassie: “Your bow only strikes shadows.”Androxus, when he kills Pip: “Cower, chicken!”

Barik, when he kills Fernando: “You can never trust a man with no beard.”

Bomb King, when he kills Pip: “Bow down, rat!”

Buck, when he kills Cassie: “We can still be friends!”

Cassie, when she kills Fernando: “Not in a million years.”Cassie, when she kills Androxus: “So serious!”Cassie, when she kills Pip: “That’s enough, Pip!”

Evie, when she kills Fernando: “Go date Skye or something, you weirdo!”Evie, when she kills Cassie: “I love your bird!”

Fernando, when he kills Cassie: “You were the love of my life!”(I’m also quite sure when Cassie kills him he says “It didn’t have to be this way, my beautiful rose!”)

Grohk, when he kills Fernando: “No damsel, no distress.”Grohk, when he kills Pip: “Good enough to eat.”Grohk, when he kills Cassie: “Can I keep your bird?”

Grover, when he kills Fernando: “Only you can stop forest fires.”Grover, when he kills Pip: “What’s this, a squirrel?”

Kinessa, when she kills Fernando: “I like the way you die, boy!"

Pip, when he kills Fernando: "Ooh, nice gear. Mind if I...borrow it?"Pip, when he kills Fernando: "Aaah, my knight of melting armour!"Pip, when he kills Cassie: "Good luck next time huntress!"Pip, when he kills Cassie: "Hoho yeah, who's the hunter now!"Pip, when he kills Pip: "And the imposter falls!"Pip, when he kills Pip: "Can't beat the original!"

Ruckus, when he kills Pip: "Oh, what a tiny little thing!"

Sha Lin, when he kills Cassie: "You have much to learn. Perhaps I could teach you?"

Skye, when she kills Fernando: "Not in a million years!"Skye, when she kills Fernando: "Not gonna happen weirdo!"Skye, when she kills Cassie: "It's okay, I hear Ruckus is single!"Skye, when she kills Pip: "Stop squirming!"

Tyra, when she kills Drogoz: "I thought dragonhide was impenetrable!"Tyra, when she kills Drogoz: "Eh, I've slain bigger."

Ying, when she kills Cassie: "Why does your bird die when you die?"Ying, when she kills Cassie: "I didn't mean to hurt you!"

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noctuascion · 4 years

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Don't think I've sent you a prompt yet. So here ya go. Possible fluff prompt: Crypto gets sick and Mirage has to look after him.

Ahh, the good ol' sick fic, my favorite. Ty for your ask!! I'll do my best!!! ✨

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Mornings were always particularly hard for Park. The night prior was either spent restlessly looking through files on his computer, or he was struggling to remain asleep due to constant nightmares or insomnia. Sleeping was something that merely evaded him, and he was thankful the cameras never zoomed in too much, otherwise they'd see just how fatigued he usually was during games, even if he still managed to pull his weight, if not just by a sliver.

Mornings were spent sleeping in until he couldn't stay in bed any longer. Breakfast was either skipped entirely or the bare minimum—toast and coffee—and all of his other meals were relatively spotty as well. He sometimes forgot lunch entirely, and, if it wasn't for Makoa politely asking him to join them for dinner, he'd probably forget that, too.

He ate very little, unconsciously trying to conserve his food, a habit likely picked up from his days with Mystik at the orphanage. His preference for junk food and takeout didn't provide for a healthy diet either, hence why he could admit he was a bit on the skinny side.

Coupling that with his horrible sleep schedule could likely provide an explanation as to why he woke up one morning feeling uncomfortably warm, head aching something terrible, throat sore, congestion in his nostrils, and limbs weak, a feeling of fragility he despised. He hadn't been feeling the best these past few days, but he had just assumed it was just a lack in sleep.

The hacker groaned when he tried moving, the action upsetting the headache he was currently nursing, before looking to the clock beside his bed. It read six thirty-seven, which meant he was up way earlier than he normally was. The other Legends tended to tackle the day before the sun was at the zenith of its arch, but Park preferred sleeping in, especially on days off.

However, with how horrid he currently felt, like he was overheating in his blankets, he couldn't see himself doing much else besides laying in bed, more miserable than he usually was.

That is until he heard a knock on his door, a rhythmic seven taps that indicated only one person.

"Rise and shine, butterscotch!" came Elliott's voice, providing yet another ridiculous appellation assigned to his person. "You said we could go see that cool fireworks show later, and I thought: why not get there and enjoy the festival for a bit?"

Oh, he had completely forgotten about the supposed "festival" being hosted by Hammond Robotics, some ridiculous, over-the-top celebration about nothing Park could bring himself to care about. He had said he didn't want to go, but Elliott had nearly begged him to go—and he agreed, though he didn't want to be around people for too long. His boyfriend understood his introverted tendencies to a degree, but Park knew there were still aspects he was oblivious to—much like how Park was completely oblivious to any and all aspects of Elliott's extroverted personality.

When no answer was had, Elliott opened the door with the spare key provided, something Park entrusted him with for situations just like these. Sunshine incarnate stepped inaide the surveillance expert's gloomy abode, donning that fond smile and gentle eyes. If Park didn't feel like absolute garbage, he'd happily welcome the other into his room with a hug and a kiss—if he was feeling confident enough, that is.

"Hey, you wanna get up anytime soon?" he asked gently, nothing condescending or belittling in his tone. He sat down on Park's bed, the mattress dipping with the added weight, and cringed upon seeing his boyfriend. "Wow, you look like shit—worse than usual—n-not like you're ugly or bad looking—it's just that you don't sleep much and—"

"I'm sick…" Park managed, immediately regretting it when he heard just how congested he sounded, how his throat burned at uttering just two simple words.

"Y-Yeah, I can tell."

Elliott's too warm hand came to rest on Park's forehead, the back of his hand pressing delicately against heated skin. He already felt like he could snap in half—he didn't need Elliott treating him like he would.

However, Park couldn't find it in himself to be angry—not when Elliott was shining those puppy-like eyes at him, concern painting his handsome features. Frankly, he felt bad for making him worry, but it wasn't exactly something he could stop.

"My poor shortcake. You got hit hard, huh?" the trickster whispered, likely taking into account Park's possible headache, his hand sliding along heated skin to gently cup the other's cheek. "Lemme go to our lil' clinic and grab you some meds. I'll ask Makoa if he can get me some tea for your throat and sinuses, too, m'kay?"

"Unnecessary…" he mumbled, hoping the quieter volume wouldn't elicit any flaring pain; it did, but not as severe. "I'll wait it out… Don't worry…"

"… And you call me an idiot."

Park wasn't exactly the easiest person to get a request from. Elliott had asked him countless times what he wanted and needed, getting the same responses over and over again, like he was a broken record. He hated feeling like a burden, and hated feeling indebted to someone. Elliott had to learn from picking up on social cues just to figure out he wanted a hug. Getting him to voluntarily ask for help, especially since he's too sick to go to the festival, the one Elliott really wanted to take him too, would be potentially be near impossible.

Park was stubborn, but Elliott was, too.

"Sweet angel that fell from the heavens, my beautiful boy, the cutest shortcake to exist—just let me do this for you." Hopefully, the puppy eye look was enough to get his stubborn lover to finally give in and let him be taken care of. "I love the shit out of you, and I hate seeing you sick. Lemme help you feel better—or I'll just have to kiss you better."

"Then you would end up sick, moron." Park pulled up his blanket a bit to cover the cough suddenly shaking his frame, expression pinched and pained; it was probably murder on his already sore throat. "Fine… But I promise to make up for the festival…"

"You don't have to, hon. Just feel better soon."

Despite knowing Park would protest, Elliott leaned down to press a kiss to the other's skin, a hand leaving the comfort of his blanket to swat him away, eliciting a laugh from the trickster.

Quickly, he made his way out of the hacker's room, shutting the door quietly behind him, before hurrying off to fetch the promised items. He asked Makoa first if he'd be willing to make some tea, explaining that Park was feeling under the weather, and even offered to make soup for him. The man was a saint, laughing off Elliott's "would that be asking too much?" with that same boisterous laugh. Afterwards, Elliott made his way to the clinic, their resident medic checking over medications and organizing her supplies. After explaining his symptoms, Ajay provided some ibuprofen, asking if he'd tell Park to "get better soon so they can even the score."

Once the medicine was acquired, Elliott returned to the kitchen, where the scent of ginger and tomato seemed ever so prominent. Makoa waved him over, allowing him to see the progress. He wasn't finished just yet, but he would be soon.

And, once he was, Elliott placed everything on a tray and brought it back to Park's room, where the hacker had fallen asleep in, though his slumber looked anything but peaceful. Elliott set the tray at the end of Park's bed, making sure it wouldn't tip over, before gently placing a hand on the slumbering man's shoulder, gingerly shaking him awake. Glazed over hazel optics moved to blearily stare at Elliott; said man could only smile once seeing him awake.

"Makoa made you some tomato soup and ginger tea, and Ajay gave you some ibuprofen," he said, moving to grab the tray and bring it over. "You think you're strong enough to eat and drink?"

A tired nod was all he got in response, Park's arms moving to push him up into a sitting position. Elliott moved his pillows around a bit so they'd provide some support for him, setting the tray in his lap. The hacker attempted to take a whiff through his congested sinuses, humming when the ginger tea provided some semblance of assistance.

"Okay, you eat, take your meds, and I'll go run you a cold bath."

"Cold…?" the hacker suddenly asked pitifully; he wasn't particularly fond of lower temperatures…

"It's to help with your fever, baby. I doubt feeling like you're cooking alive under your blankets is a good feeling."

Park let out a huff, a hand reaching for his ginger tea and the other taking the recommended dosage of ibuprofen. "I guess you're right…"

"I'm always right. The rightest man on the Frontier. You won't find a righter man than me." Elliott leaned over to press another kiss to heated skin, receiving yet another swat for his efforts, which, in turn, elicited yet another chuckle from the taller. "Enjoy your soup and gross meds, angel cake."

With the wave Park sent his way, Elliott hurried off to do as promised. The bath wasn't frigid, but it was just a little below lukewarm. He didn't want the other actually freezing; his sensitivity to the cold was cute, sure, because it meant more snuggles and hugs when they were out in the cold, but he didn't want to actually bring his boyfriend any discomfort. He even put in that little Nessie rubber toy the other insisted he hated, even though Elliott's seen him admiring it or even having it in his tub when he's washing up.

When he finished, Elliott returned to see Park had finished up most of his soup and that his tea was nearly gone. He assumes he took the medicine; Park's never given him any reason to doubt in the first place.

"Finished?" he asked, receiving a nod. He lifted the tray off the other's lap, setting it on his desk, which had a few takeout containers and papers strewn about. They'd have to clean that later. "You okay enough to walk to the bathroom?"

"Yes."

"Cool, cool."

And, despite the answer that couldn't have been anymore straightforward, Elliott moved forward, pulled the blanket off, slipped his hands under the baffled hacker's legs and back, and lifted him up like he weighed almost nothing. Park's arms unconsciously wrapped around his neck in a panic, already red-hued features darkening at the sudden action.

"I said I can walk," he muttered angrily, glaring up at his uncaring boyfriend, who didn't seem bothered by the scowl adorning the hacker's visage. Frankly, it's lost any intimidation it used to have and just reminds Elliott of a feral but sweet cat.

"I know."

"Then put me down."

"Nah."

"Idiot."

"Shortcake."

And if bathing with Park, who had rested against Elliott's chest the entire time, pliant and quiet, nearly dozing off, wasn't worth missing out on the festival, then watching as the hacker drifted off to sleep later that night, content and comfortable in Elliott's arms, definitely made it worthwhile.

He couldn't help but press a kiss to the other's forehead again, knowing that, if the other was awake, he'd just swat him away like he normally does. Even though Park's fever worsened, fluctuating between stable and unstable, and eventually broke a few days later, Elliott didn't mind any of it, didn't mind the fact that they missed out on a few date opportunities, that they missed movie night and a few hours of sleep. Seeing his lover get better made any problem worth it, and the smile he got was all the reward he ever needed.

#apex legends #crypto #tae joon park #mirage #elliott witt #cryptage #eugh this was corny and GROSS #i hope you at least enjoyed some of it haha #ty so much for the ask!!! they're always immensely appreciated!!!#lenardo does a write

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