#lenardo does a write

[noctuascion]

;; Let's gOOOOOOOO

Day Three: Mercy ;;

Pained grunts echoed throughout the room, Elliott's nose colliding with the floor just a little too painfully, his arm shoved against his spine and bending painfully. The weight against his back was pushing his nose further and further into the mat beneath—he groaned out in pain, eyes clenching shut, feeling that weight atop him bend over, lips near his mouth.

"Say it."

"Fuck you."

His arm was further twisted, and he whined, kicking his legs.

"Okay, okay! Mercy! Mercy!"

Renee laughed, letting him go and pushing herself off of the man clad in ugly yellow shorts and a dark grey muscle top.

Elliott rose to his feet, stretching out his arm. Him and Renee had a training regiment that involved both of them sparring until one of them managed to pin the other and make them say "mercy." Renee had just tied them, if the chart Park was drawing on was any indication.

The trickster sighed, walking over to the hacker, and gently kicking the exercise ball he was balancing on.

"You wanna go a round?" he asked, smiling.

Park hummed, looked over at Renee, before looking back at the book he'd been reading. "No thank you. I like my arms."

The taller snorted. "Oh, come on. I bet you'd kick our asses."

Ignoring Renee's scoff, the hacker shook his head, smiling. "I wouldn't want to make you two feel bad for getting their butts kicked."

"Jackass."

"You said it yourself—ugh, you smell."

Elliott crinkled his nose. "Well, yeah, I was just fake fighting a ninja. Of course I'm smelly."

The technician snorted, rising from his exercise ball and making his way to the locker room—and Elliott would be lying if he said he wasn't looking at the way Park's yoga pants hugged him just right. He had yoga sessions with Natalie and Pathfinder (no idea why he's there, but, hey, he's encouraging) in a bit, so he was already prepared. His hair was pinned back as well with Hello Kitty hair clips Renee had gifted him (and, like the asshole he is, he wore them proudly out of spite).

"I hope you're showering before you get into bed."

"And…? If I don't?"

"Then I'm kicking you back out."

Elliott, dramatic as always, placed a hand upon his chest, pouting. "Ouch. You'd kick me out? Your sweet, handsome, daring boyfriend?"

"Gladly."

The trickster frowned, continuing to stare at his boyfriend, before he smiled, and, just before they approached the locker rooms, he wrapped his sweaty arms around Park's neck, and the other reacted immediately with his hands smacking the larger's tanned arm.

"Let go! You smell like sweat."

"Say it."

"Elliott—"

"Say it!"

The engineer presses closer, and Park can feel the sweat against his skin—his boyfriend's a fucking asshole. He was tempted to bite him, but, even if he's an asshole, he didn't want to hurt him like that.

Maybe.

He's thinking about it.

An irritated sigh before the hacker relents. "Mercy. Now let me go."

"Elliott: one. His crazy hot boyfriend who shouldn't wear yoga pants ever: zero."

The technician was released, immediately beginning to wipe the other's sweat off of him. It's not like this is the first time it's ever happened. Elliott messed up a smoothie and ended up covered in blended strawberries and milk. He immediately hugged Park. He fell into a pond whilst hanging out with Octavio and was absolutely drenched in water and algae. Park got another hug that day. He even managed to blow something up in the lab, covered in soot, and guess who still got a hug.

Well, the hugs were still nice. He just hated having to clean up afterwards.

"You're a nuisance."

"And you shouldn't wear yoga pants. Seriously, can't you just wear shorts? You totally distracted me during that sparring session…"

Park rolled his eyes as Elliott continued talking as they entered the locker room.

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[holoster]

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Soft rays of morning sun flooded the room through the shutters. It was the day after the Apex Games, which always ensured the most quiet and peaceful atmosphere in the Legends’ shared dorms. Mirage‘s quarters were not that big but he made the most of it. In comparison with his division on the dropship it was quite neat, only with a few personal items, and to everyone’s surprise one could find not one single piece of his merchandise. The best part of the room for Mirage, besides the huge bathroom, was his bed. Especially since he got to share it with Crypto. Said Legend was long awake by now. Crypto’s back rested against the Trickster‘s chest while he held him in his arms, their legs also intertwined. The Hacker let his phone sink down and closed his eyes. He just wanted to take one more minute to appreciate his lover‘s embrace. Crypto felt Mirage’s warm breath in his neck and the sun striding over their bodies. This must be what heaven felt like, but he had other things on his plate. He got work to do. Crypto just could not let himself go for too long. Carefully, the Hacker tried to make his way out of bed without waking Mirage. He knew, if he was going to wake up his lover, he would have no chance to get back to work. Crypto pushed himself up carefully, pulling back his feet to somehow get up. He was ready to replace the empty space in Mirage‘s arms with a pillow. Everything should work just perfect, as long as he did not move to fast. Crypto bit his bottom lip from all the tension, he had almost made it out of his arms when Mirage pulled him back. „Where do you think you are going?“, he murmured, still sleepy, to Crypto’s ear. Crypto let out a sigh. „I did not wanted to wake you...“. Mirage chuckled a bit and smiled. „Yeah you always try that... not this time, kid.“ „Elliott please, there is work to be done.“ Mirage began to place soft kisses on Crypto’s neck and shoulders making him shiver. Before Crypto could get angry, Mirage turned him around in his arms and began to kiss him in a lazy, sloppy way. „Please stay...“, he begged the Asian and when Crypto kissed him back, Mirage knew he had won. „Fine...“ Crypto whispered against the Trickster‘s lips. He opened his eyes again and just watched Mirage for a second. The sun kissed his curly brown hair and left a golden shimmer on his tanned skin. Crypto reached out his hand to caress Mirage’s cheek, on which he had a stitched up wound from yesterday’s game. „You look so beautiful right now.“ „Only right now?“, Mirage pouted „Always“. A rare smile appeared on Crypto’s lips. „I could stay here like this with you forever...“, the Hacker admitted. „Then stay“, Mirage hummed and shifted himself closer to Crypto. „You are taking away all my space, old man!“ Mirage laughed and rested his forehead against Crypto’s. „Come on, admit it... you enjoy it“, he grinned and closed his eyes again. „I am still sore from yesterday’s battle.“, Mirage said with a sigh while enjoying the morning sun on his back. „I know... me too. Let’s just stay in bed all day“, Cypto decided and pushed his cellphone off the bed. „What the hell are you doing now?“, he asked when Mirage layed his hand on his forehead. „I am checking your temperature, because I think you might have a fever, or I am still dreaming, because this does not sound like you at all“, Mirage laughed until Crypto pinched him into his arm. „You are wide awake, can’t you just shut up about it and enjoy the time we have together?“. „You frighten me...“, Mirage whispered. He just was not used to Crypto letting any opportunity to work slide. „It is your bad influence, changing my habits.“ Mirage gasped. „How dare you, it‘s good influence, I‘d say it is the best influence you can get in the Outlands!“ Crypto grinned a bit. „Don’t let Mystic hear that.“ „Since she is the one who taught you, I guess she knows it already.“ „Maybe so“. He gave Mirage another soft kiss and closed his eyes again. „Let‘s sleep in a bit more, 자기야“.

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[kaelinaloveslomaris]

I listened to A Hero Comes Home the other day, the one you said was really good for Vader? Would you ever consider putting together a playlist? Because it was fantastic.

I actually do have a playlist. I’ve posted it a few times before, but it does keep growing, so I’ll type it out again. It’s currently 177 songs. Under a cut because, 177 songs.

Hurricane and Hurricane 2.0 (Feat. Kanye West) by 30 Seconds To Mars

the entirety of Starset’s albums Transmissions and Vessels

Constellations by Aviators

Broken Iris’s album The Eyes of Tomorrow

Against the Tide by Celldweller

Stomach It by Crywolf

Solace, Strangers, Anti-Gravity, Heroine, and Hey Brother (Cover) by RUNAGROUND

Wake Me Up by Avicii

Ready Aim Fire by Imagine Dragons

Throne and True Friends by Bring Me The Horizon

Flares by The Script

Breathe, There’s A Ghost, Hurts Like Hell, Sirens, and Soldier by Fleurie

This Is the Hunt, Monsters, Invincible, Hero, Whose Side Are You On, Live Like Legends, Up In Flames, and Fear On Fire by Ruelle

Silent Running, I Ran (So Far Away), (I Just) Died In Your Arms, Ain’t No Grave (Feat. Adam Christopher), Land Of Confusion, Slipping (Feat. Josh Bruce Williams), Stay Alive (Feat. REMMI), Warpath (Feat. Tim Halperin), Immortalized (Feat. Keeley Bumford), and Heroes Fall (Feat. ESSA) by Hidden Citizens

Love Exists by Amy Lee

Battlefield and Meet Me On the Battlefield by Svrcina

War and Stay by Poets of the Fall

Armor by Landon Austin

Beautiful Crime by Tamer

Seven Devils and Breath of Life by Florence + the Machine

Gasoline, Control, and Castle by Halsey

Angel, Heaven or Hell, Just Beneath the Flames, Do Me Damage, Bleed for Me, and Fear the Fever by Digital Daggers

White Noise by PVRIS

Crossfire by Stephen

House of Memories by Panic! At the Disco

Livin’ in a World Without You by The Rasmus

Dream On (Cover) by Ghostwriter Feat. Merethe Soltvedt

ULTRAnumb by Blue Stahli

Coming For the Throne by Otherwise

The Damaged Ones by 9ELECTRIC

The Man Is Me by The Spiritual Machines

Battle For Your Life by The Rigs

Everything Burns (Feat. Anastacia) by Ben Moody

Everything Burns (Cover) by James Durbin

Everything Is Lost by Maggie Eckford

I Found by Amber Run

Scars by Tove Lo

Ignite by Zedd

Walk Through the Fire (Feat. Ruelle) by Zayde Wølf

Heroes by Zayde Wølf

Superhuman by Juventa Feat. Kelly Sweet

Say Your Name by Plumb

Agnus Dei performed by Trinity College Choir, Cambridge, and Richard Marlow

Agnus Dei, Op. 11 performed by Katherine Jenkins

Writing On the Wall by Blackmore’s Night

A Hero Comes Home by Idina Menzel from Beowulf soundtrack

Fallen Angel by Three Days Grace

Dance With the Devil by Breaking Benjamin

Still Worth Fighting For by My Darkest Days

Crawling in the Dark by Hoobastank

Haunted by Disturbed

You’re Going Down by Sick Puppies

I Will Fail You by Demon Hunter

Shadows, Already Over, Already Over Pt. 2, If I Break, Lie To Me (Denial), Let It Burn, Damage, Love Will Leave a Mark, Darkest Part, Of These Chains, Yours Again, and The Ever by Red

Renegade, Let the Flames Begin, and Monster by Paramore

The Soldier, You’re Not Alone, and Heavy Prey (Feat. Geno Lenardo) by Lacey Sturm

Broken Pieces by Apocalyptica Feat. Lacey Sturm

Fall Apart, War, and Here We Are by Icon For Hire

The Art of War and For Freedom’s Sake by Serenity

Imperfection by Evanescence

Shatter Me, We Are Giants, Brave Enough, Where Do We Go, Hold My Heart, and Something Wild by Lindsey Stirling (featuring various vocalists for each)

City of the Dead and You Said by Eurielle

Devil May Cry by The Weeknd

Everybody Wants to Rule the World by Lorde

Friction by Imagine Dragons

Is Your Love Strong Enough? by Bryan Ferry

Firewall, World On Fire, and Who Will Save You Now by Les Friction

Yesterday and Blood Red Roses by C21FX

Desert Rose (Cover) by Peter Hollens and Alaa Wardi

Desert Rose by Sting

Price of Love by Heather Clark Band

Small Bump by Ed Sheeran

Okay, so there’s my ridiculous Star Wars playlist. Most songs are for either Luke, Vader, or Luke and Vader, with plenty for Anakin/Padmé as well.

#asks #playlists #music

[salazar-slytherin-8867]

I challenge you to answer ALL the unusual asks. (If not just answer the ones you want to)

(thanks) 

1) Spotifiy, Soundcloud, or Pandora? 

Spotifiy

2) Is your room messy or clean? 

Messy. very. very. messy. 

3) What color are your eyes? 

blue/green.  

4) Do you like your name? why?

Not really. I got bullied for it in third and fourth grade about it, so Ive kinda disliked it since, but at least its not generic. 

5) What is your realationship status? 

in a relationship. 

6) Describe your personality in 3 words or less. 

Really fucking annoying. 

7) What color hair do you have? 

Blonde, but Im thinking of dying it. 

8) What kind of car do you drive? color? 

I cant drive, but my mom car is a green 2000 Toyota Camry 

10) How would you describe your style? 

All over the place and completely random. 

11) Favorite Social Media Account? 

Probabaly my Facebook, cause thats where I talk to most of my family. 

12) What size is your bed? 

Twin, I think. 

13) Any sibblings? 

I have two half sisters and two half brothers on my fathers side, and a twin brother. 

14) If you could live anywhere in the world, where would it be, and why? 

Mars cause I want to go to Pigfarts  Probabaly like the Oregon coast. cause I like cold weather and the West Coast

15) favorite Snapchat filter? 

I dont use Snapchat, soooo. 

16) Favortie makeup brand(s) 

I dont wear a lot of make up, but I do like e.l.f. 

17) How many times do you shower in a week? 

On a good week, 5-6, on a bad week, 2-3. 

18) Favorite Tv show? 

Rick and Morty, or NCIS 

19) Shoe size? 

 sometimes I wear a 5, others a six or seven, it varies depending on the style of shoe… 

20) How tall are you? 

5′1″ 

21) Sandals or Sneakers? 

Sneakers

22) Do you go to the gym? 

Nope. 

23) Describe your dream date.

probably just like, picnic by a lake or at a park. 

24) How much money do you have in your wallet right now? 

I dont have a wallet, but I have a jar of pocket money with $83

25) what color socks are you wearing? 

Im not wearing socks but earlier I was wear black socks. 

26) How many pillows do you sleep with? 

I only have one for my head, but I have 12 pillows on my bed. 

27) Do you have a job? what do you do? 

does being annoying and sad count as a job? 

28) How many friends do you have? 

12, but only half are close friends. 

29) What is the worst thing youve ever done? 

In third grade I gave a kid a black eye…

30) whats your favorite candle scent? 

Spring Rain. 

31) 3 favorite boy names?

Max, Alex, Jake. 

32) 3 favorite girl names? 

Raine, Sage, Autum. 

33) Favortie actor? 

Lenardo DeCaprio 

34) Favorite Actress? 

Emma Watson 

35) Who is your celebrity crush

Dont have one. 

36) Favorite Movie? 

Rent 

37) Do you read a lot? what is your favorite book? 

I’ve actually been trying to read more, I love Sparrow Road, If I stay, and Shadow. 

38) Money or brains? 

Brains, teach a man to fish.

39) Do you have a nickname? 

Moxie Clean, Moxanne, Molly Molly Moxen Free, Marshmallow, mo, mox. 

40) How many times have you been to the hospital? 

Once, when I was five, when I cracked my forhead open I Have a Scar I am Harry Potter

41) top ten favorite songs? 

Thats What You Get~Paramore,Thnks Fr Th Mmrs~ Fall Out Boy, Misery Business~Paramore, Whatsername~Green Day, It Ends Tonight~All American Rejects, Be my Escape~Relent K, 21st Century Breakdown~Green Day, Always~Blink-182, Ignorance~Paramore, A Drop in the Ocean~ Ron Pope. 

42) Do you take any medications daily? 

Zyrtec, and Asprins. 

43) What is your skin type? 

No clue, kinda dry I guess? 

44) What is your biggest fear? 

Probably abandonment having no one care about/like me. or being a disapointment. 

45) How many kids do you want? 

probably just one. three max. 

46) What is your go to hairstyle? 

I just leave my hair down. 

47) what type of house do you live in? 

I live in an apartment, that is super tiny, and hasnt been updated since the ealy 90′s… 

48) Who is your role model? 

the woman my mother works for. and my Grandmother. 

49) what is the last complement you recived? 

one of my friends told me he liked my rant about depression. 

50) What is the last text you sent? 

‘bro, did you die?!?’ 

51) How old were you when you ofund out Santa wasnt real? 

I was 5, I still put out cookies, but now they’re for my Grandmother and Grandfather. 

52) What is your dream car? 

I dont know yet, maybe just a Pale Green VW bug, or something that costs less. 

53) Opinion on smoking? 

I dont like smokers Ive been bullied my entire life cause all my clothes smell like cigerette smoke, but I dont really get to voice my thoughts cause most of my family smokes. But I have no plans to when Im old enough. 

54) Do you go to college? 

No. And I wont be anytime in the next five years or so.

55) What is your dream job? 

Chemist/Nurse/Author, or something that does good and pays well. 

56) Would you rather live in rural areas or the suburbs? 

Rural Areas. Its nice to see all the stars so clearly. 

57) Do you take the shampoo and conditioner bottles from hotels? 

should I not? 

58) Do you have freckles? 

No, but my mother says that I did when I was younger. 

59) Do you smile for photos? 

Sometimes. 

60) How many pictures do you have on your phone? 

I dont have a phone so….

61) Have you ever peed in the wood? 

nope. 

62) Do you still watch cartoons? 

yeah. 

63) do you perfer chicken nuggets from Wendy’s or McDonalds? 

 I cant afford to eat out. (just for the record, Micky D’s) 

64)Favorite dipping suace? 

ranch. 

65) What do you wear to bed? 

it depends, it I dont feel like changing I’ll sleep in what Im wearing, otherwise, just sweats and a tee shirt. 

66) have you ever won a spelling bee? 

Ive never even entered cause in third grade, my teacher told me not to bother trying cause my spelling was too bad, so I havent entered since. 

67) What are your Hobbies? 

Is eating a hobby? I like to read, draw, write, and sit around being sad. and kazoooo

68) Can you draw? 

Not well. 

69) do you play an insturment? 

Clarinet, Guitar, and piano. 

70) what is the last concert you saw? 

a band concert, that I was in. 

71) tea or coffee? 

Both. 

72) Starbucks or Dunkin? 

that depends on the day, what planets where seen last night, what color socks Im wearing, when the next full moon is, and weather or not I have money. 

73) Do you want to get married? 

Maybe. 

74) what is your crushes first and last initial? 

M.D. 

75) Are you going to change your last name when you get married? 

maybe. 

76) what color looks best on you? 

teal maybe? I honestly have no clue. 

77) do you miss anyone right now? 

My friends from school, and old nieghboirs. 

78) Do you sleep with your doors open or closed? 

normally, I would sleep with my door closed, by my brother broke the hinge, so now it can only be open 

79) Do you believe in ghosts? 

yeah. 

80) what is your biggest pet peeve? 

 people who only care about others and never help themselves, people who act entitled when they arent, and people use terms they dont know the deffinition of. 

81) Last person you called? 

@geez-man, in like, June

82) favorite Ice Cream flavor? 

mint or coffee. 

83) Regular oreos, or golden oreos? 

regular. 

84) Chocolate or rainbow sprinkles? 

both. yes. all of the above. 

85) What shirt are you wearing? 

its a leopard with the David Bowie lighting blot on its face. 

86) what is your phone background? 

*doesnt have phone* 

87) Are you outgoing or shy? 

A bit of both, it depends who Im with, 

88) do you like it when people play with your hair? 

sometimes, depends who it is. I have trust issuses with people who touch my hair, cause in fifth grade a girl told to whole school I had lice, even though I didnt. 

89) do you like your neighboirs? 

I dont know my nieghboirs that well, cause most poeple are only here a couple months and then they leave, so really Im indifferent. 

90) Do you wash your face? at night? in the morning? 

in the mornings. 

91) have you ever been high? 

nope. 

92) have you ever been drunk? 

nope. 

93) Last thing you ate? 

A chicken sandwhich with pesto, chedder and pita chips. 

94) Favorite lyrics right now? 

“why do we like to hurt so much?”~thats what you get, Paramore; 

“The walls start breathing My mind’s un-weaving Maybe it’s best you leave me alone”~It ends tonight, All American Rejects;

“Well there’s a million other girls who do it just like you Looking as innocent as possible to get to who They want and what they like, it’s easy if you do it right”~Misery Business, Paramore. 

“If I could find you now things would get better We could leave this town and run forever” Ocean Avenue, Yellowcard.

“Where’s your gavel? Your jury? What’s my offense this time? You’re not a judge but if you’re gonna judge me Well sentence me to another life.”Ignorance, Paramore

“Don’t wanna hear your sad songs I don’t wanna feel your pain When you swear it’s all my fault Cause you know we’re not the same”~Ignorance, Paramore. 

95) Summer or Winter? 

Winter. 

96) Day or Night? 

night. 

97) Dark, milk or white chocolate? 

Milk chocolate. but if you offer me white or dark chocolate, I wont refuse. 

98) Favorite Month? 

August. 

99) What is your Zodiac sign? 

Scorpio

100) Who was the last person you cried in front of? 

I dont cry when Im with other people. 

(I probabaly mispelled 50% of this. Im sorry.) 

[noctuascion]

;; I'm trying over here cjsjwdj

Though this is fun. I hope we have another thing similar to this. ^^

Day Two: Blood

TW; Blood ;;

Elliott didn't know how or why it happened, but it happened.

It was just another night of restlessness, unable to sleep or lay down long enough to attempt it. He didn't bother working on his tech—couldn't find the energy to do so. He was tired but restless, and it was… frustrating.

It wasn't until he got a text on his phone did he grow a little less tired.

It was from Park, and, normally, he'd be ecstatic to see the other making attempts to reach out to him, but the message he received was a garbled mess. He barely managed to decipher the simple "please come over" before he was texting back an affirmation and throwing on whatever clothes he had.

When he arrived, gently knocking on Park's door, he didn't receive that usual deep voice telling him to come inside. He did, knowing Park would probably kick his ass for it later, but he made sure it was careful, slow, unsure of the state the hacker was in—didn't know if he was drunk and passed out or freaked out in some capacity.

It appeared to be the latter, and Elliott almost wishes it was the former.

The room was dark, but the engineer quickly turned a light on to assess the damage. Bruises decorated his face—on his cheekbone, his eye developing a rather nasty one, another on the opposing cheek—and there was dried blood splattered across his face. There weren't any open wounds on his face, but he was shaking like a leaf.

His coat was caked in dirt and more dried blood—the white color being ruined like that was almost discomforting in a way. There was more on his shirt, but Elliott didn't see any rips in his clothing indicating inflicted wounds. His hands, shaking the worst out of the rest of him, had the most amount of dried scarlet, real and faux skin covered in it. If he wasn't convinced before, he was now: the blood definitely wasn't Park's.

However, there was a wound on his thigh that was bleeding, and his right knee was outstretched. He kept shifting it, just slightly, an indication of discomfort: wounded.

"Can I touch you?" was softly asked, his tone as quiet as he could make it without becoming inaudible. He didn't want to further upset the hacker.

He received a simple nod.

Elliott moved to begin ridding Park of his ruined clothes. For once, he resented the ridiculously tight pants the hacker wore, as it only exacerbated his injured knee, and Elliott felt guilt tear at his heart when Park released distressed noises, pained groans and whines.

Once his clothes were off, left in just his boxers, Elliott moved to the bathroom to fetch a few rags, wetting them, before returning and beginning to wipe the blood from him. He was especially careful with Park's face—the man bruised like an apple, so he's sure these ones especially hurt.

Once he was cleaned, Elliott tossed the rags aside and gingerly took Park's hands in his own; he felt relief seeing the other meet his gaze without hesitation.

"I'm gonna go grab some meds, okay?" He felt Park tensing in his hands, seeing his head shake, but he was quick to reassure. "I'm not gonna tell Ajay, okay? She's not gonna know I was there. No one will know. You're safe, okay?"

Slowly, the technician nodded. "Safe…" he quietly repeated, and Elliott smiled.

"Safe. I'll be back in a second."

A quick kiss was pressed to his knuckles before hurrying off to fetch everything needed—disinfectant, clean rags, bandages, and an ice pack for that knee. He had examined it, refrained from touching, but it only looked like it was just swollen from something hard making contact with it. Park had just said "metal object," so he'd assume someone hit him—hard, with the intention to hurt.

Secretly, Elliott had just been hoping it was just an accident and that Park accidentally tripped down the stairs or something, but that certainly wasn't the case.

He returned quickly, getting to work on disinfecting the wound on Park's thigh, wrapping it, and proceeded to get him into some clean clothes. Simple black pajamas—and they were the ones that were just a little too big, and Elliott surmised they might help put less pressure on his injuries.

Park was moved to lay on the bed then, Elliott placing the ice pack on his knee and sitting on the bed. It took just a few minutes for Park to fall asleep, out like a light. He had always said Elliott made him feel the safest, that he's the only one he'd ever feel comfortable being vulnerable around—and he had apparently meant that.

He'd keep him safe, watch after him as he slumbered. He didn't ask, didn't need to know what happened, didn't feel it was necessary. If Park wanted to tell him, he would, and he'd do what he'd do best: wouldn't tell another soul of the many, many secrets Park has entrusted to him.

He'd keep hold of the hand that unconsciously slithered into is own, rub the knuckles of the surveillance expert and keep quiet.

Let him sleep. He needed the rest more than Elliott did anyway.

#apex legends #crypto #tae joon park #mirage #elliott witt #cryptage #lenardo does a write #31 days of apex #based off an rp a friend and i had #day 2 is done #i wanted to do something else but i figured that was WAY too violent #so i just opted for this instead #if you guys want i can post what happened before on my ao3 #it's just really graphic fjjsjdjd #BUT #we'll save that for another day #or maybe i can do it for tomorrow's prompt 🤔

[noctuascion]

;; Some fluff for the soul. ;;

--

Elliott loved the spotlight. He loved all eyes on him. He loved the praise and the adoration. Hell, he was even okay with the occasional creepy love letter from an especially enamored fan (ones he usually tore up and tossed out before his boyfriend ever saw them; he looked cute with a blush, but he probably didn't appreciate those being sent to him constantly. Out of sight, out of mind, as they say).

His boyfriend, however, was not.

It didn't take a genius to figure out that Park hated any attention he received from the public. He hated eyes on him. He hated empty compliments from people trying to get into his pants. He especially hated the more obsessed fans that sent him letters, explaining in detail on what they wanted him to do to them.

Again, he looked cute with a blush, but they decided Park wasn't opening any fan mail himself.

However, Park didn't only hate attention—he also just hated being outside in general, in public. Perhaps it had to do with their status, or it was merely introverted tendencies, but getting the hacker to leave his room and go on a date was sometimes a hassle.

"People are going to take pictures of us. You know I hate that."

"You were almost mugged last time. I'd feel safer if that wasn't a factor."

"I hate the sun."

Elliott loved his boyfriend—more than anyone could love anything, if he's being honest—but he just really wanted to hold hands in public. He respected Park's boundaries, though, and made sure he was comfortable with everything he did. He'd rather not have to calm him down after an anxiety attack again.

Today, however, was a rainy day. People were on the streets, either rushing to get home or two work, with cars occasionally driving by, splashing rainwater onto unsuspecting passersby. Elliott happened to be one of those passerby, and the bottoms of his pants were soaked. It got a quiet laugh out of the man beside him, so he decided it was worth it.

The umbrella held up over them shielded the couple from the raindrops, the thrum of small droplets hitting the material a pleasant and soothing sound. Park was always so fond of walking in the rain—said it reminded him of simpler times. He recounted times he ended up sick from it, though, and Elliott took note to make sure he's warm and dry when they get home. He had always spoke so fondly of the memories, though, even the ones that made his voice shaky and quiet.

Elliott adjusted the position of the umbrella he was holding, making sure Park was underneath it. He had a habit of drifting away from the other, and, since he was the taller of the two, he was on mandatory umbrella duty.

The trickster himself was actually quite fond of the rain as well. Not only was it just nice to listen to, it was… pretty, in a way. It was relatively cold whenever it splashed his warm skin, and the strange smell that always lingered around—it was all so strangely comforting. Not to mention it was the only time Park and him went on walks, and the only other time he allowed his hand to be held. Elliott suspected it was because he got cold, but Park insisted otherwise.

His hand felt always felt so delicate in his own, despite the strength behind it. There was something in Park that was always ready to shatter at any given moment, and he always made it so that never happened. He'd wrap tape around every crack, glue every piece back together, and hold it all from falling apart with his will alone. Everyone had their breaking point, and he was no different, but Elliott knew, if he wanted anyone to be there when it happened, he'd want it to be the only man he's ever cared so much for.

"Y'know," Elliott said, having to raise his volume over the rain pouring around them, "they say a well-executed joke can make even the coldest, most joke-repulsed person laugh."

"Really?" the hacker responded, raising a brow. His other half had a habit of getting into strange conversations. He didn't mind, though; he liked the extra noise.

"Oh, totally! They also say it's all in the delivery! If you're telling a joke with just a boring, bland tone, you won't get any laughs."

They were beginning to walk through a park now. It was vacant, no laughing children or adults in sight. It was just them, taking their time and listening to the beat of the universe.

"But what if the joke calls for 'boring and bland'?"

"Oh, babe, that's what we call your type of humor."

There was momentary silence before the hacker'a hand slipped out of Elliott's. The trickster looked over, worried he actually offended the other, before Park yanked the umbrella to the side, still covering him but baring Elliott to the elements. The raindrops were large, heavy, so even a few falling on him was enough to wet his curls and his shoulders.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry! Let me back under!"

Easily, he could pull the umbrella upright, but he'll let Park have this little bit of revenge. He's the one that has to deal with getting kissed by the wet trickster anyway.

"Hmm…" the surveillance expert hummed, long and contemplative, before he moved the umbrella to resume covering both he and the other. "Fine. But I expect apology brownies."

"I knew you liked my baking."

"I never said that."

"Liar. Just admit you like my brownies."

"No."

Elliott huffed out a laugh, stopping suddenly, which caused the smaller male to stop as well to avoid stepping into the rain.

"Remember earlier, when I mentioned well-executed jokes being good enough to get some people to smile?"

Park hummed, nodding faintly. "Yes, I remember."

"Well, I got a real knee-slapper for you, sugar cake."

The hacker shrugged. "Lay it on me, then."

"Cool!" Elliott took a deep breath and looked at the other, a strangely wide smile gracing his handsome features. "Knock, knock."

"A knock-knock joke? That's a little… unoriginal."

"Knock, knock."

"Fine. I'll play along. Who's there?"

"Marry."

"Marry who?"

Park didn't have much time to react, Elliott suddenly dropping the umbrella to the side and fallkng to one knee, pulling a small black box from his jacket and presenting a ring to the hacker. Neither seemed to care much that they were getting wet now.

"Marry me?"

For a moment, Park was speechless. Well, how was he supposed to react? Was… Was he supposed to say something? Perhaps the prolonged silence was bad, because Elliott's confidence was appearing to waver now, smile slowly diminishing and brows knitting together. But he still couldn't speak, even when he opened his mouth.

He was lucky it was raining, otherwise Elliott would've seen his tears, the warmth a stark contrast to the cold droplets sliding down his face.

The trickster suddenly rose, closing the box and gathering the other's hands in his own.

"H-Hey, honey cake? You—You with me there? I-I didn't, um—n-no, I did, b-but you don't have to say yes! O-Or you don't have to say anything! At all! Not a w-word! I-I fucked up—I-I'm so sorry! I was planning to be all r-romantic and sweep you off y-your feet in the rain, b-but I just—just messed that up, too. I'm so, so, so—"

Elliott was suddenly cut off by Park's lips making contact with his own, a brief exchange of warmth, before he pulled away, those hazel optics shining with tears, endearment dancing in those warm eyes. Even when he was soaked to the bone, cold and beginning to shiver, he looked breathtaking, such a beautiful smile curling those perfect lips.

He didn't say anything, but he didn't have to. Elliott had his answer.

—;;

"I wish you hadn't dropped the umbrella like that," Park said, allowing the towel in Elliott's hands to dry his soaked hair, already changed into dry clothes, hopefully enough to avoid any fevers.

"It was supposed to be romantic!" Elliott huffed, throwing a look to the drone watching their little activity. "Ungrateful, am I right?"

The drone merely beeped in reply.

"If I get sick, I expect more than just brownies."

"You'll get a whole damn bakery, sugar lips." The trickster pulled the towel away, pressing a kiss to the other's messy hair. He only got a content hum in reply. "Hey, uh… Hyeon?"

"Hm?"

"Uh… Can… Can I just… N-Never mind—it's dumb."

"Elliott."

"… Yeah?"

"Tell me. I won't think it's dumb."

"Can… I just… wanna hear you say… say your answer."

Park was silent for a moment before an amused huff left him. He reached behind him, gently wrapping his hands around Elliott's neck, and pulled him down to kiss his cheek.

"You already know my answer, Elliott. It'll always be yes."

#apex legends #crypto #tae joon park #mirage #elliott witt #cryptage #lenardo does a write #ah it's gay haha #bet y'all missed my dumb ass #haha no… i haven't been gone that long jfjdjw #i hope you all enjoyed at least;; #i wanted fluff and just more content in general #so i said fuck it marriage proposal

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aAH im a bit late with this, but if you’re feeling up to it: prompt 6. “i uh.. i can’t sleep without you.” 🥺💕

;; Aw. This one's so cute. I love it. Thank you for the request, as always. uwu ;;

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Despite the moon hanging in the air, the stars that dotted the beautiful, endless black sky, Elliott found himself unable to sleep, tossing and turning before ultimately giving up and grumpily staring at the ceiling. He hated not being able to sleep, because it just meant he'd wake up looking awful the next day—he needs his beauty sleep, after all.

But there was a reason he wasn't able to sleep, and he knew it very well. Missing from his side was his boyfriend of two months, gone on some annoying trip the higher-ups made him go on. Park wasn't fond of leaving the complex—something about it made his anxiety flare up, and he doubts the other was getting much sleep without him either.

The trickster hated being alone in bed, that familiar little cold spot on his bed far too present. Normally, there was a slightly warmer thing taking up residence beside him, and he'd be quick to wrap his arms around him, shove his face in his neck, and fall asleep with the other beside him. He had tried grabbing one of the Nessie's from Park's room and cuddling with it instead, but it was awkward and he ultimately gave up.

Elliott sighed, looking over to his clock. It was only eleven, and he knew instantly that, even if Park was able to sleep, he wouldn't be in bed by now. In an act of slight desperation, he reached out for his phone, turned it on, and searched for the other's contact.

Rather than a simple call, he requested a video call, letting it ring with slight apprehension. He was aware of his lover's sleeping habits by now, but he could always be wrong. He might even be in a different time zone entirely—what if he was just bothering him? Now that he thinks about it, he might just be being a nuisance, and Park hated nuisances. He should probably hang up—

But he didn't get time to, because the video call was accepted, and Park was laying in bed, looking tired but happy to see him.

"Elliott," came the man's quiet voice, a small smile on his lips. "Isn't it a little late to be calling me?"

"Er—y-yeah, um, sorry about that. I-I just…"

"Couldn't sleep?"

"Yeah…"

Park nodded his head faintly, adjusting the blankets on top of him so they covered more of his body. They didn't look weighted like he preferred. "That's okay. Neither could I."

"I-I just wanted to call you—maybe ask about your trip, y'know? You didn't seem ecsl—axe—uh—ecstatic to go on it, and I wanted to know if you were, uh… at least having a good time."

He was slowly regretting his decision. Park looked so tired, like he could pass out any minute now. Elliott was usually the first to fall asleep, Park following right behind, but it looked like the tables might have been turned for tonight. He isn't too shocked—they're probably having him do meetings all day, and the other has the social battery equating to a tree.

"I'm not, but that much is usually obvious." Park shrugged, suppressing a yawn that threatened to bubble over. "Elliott, are you okay? You seem upset."

"W-What? Me? No way, love. I'm just a bit tired."

"… Something is definitely wrong. You don't usually call me 'love.' It's always some pet name." Park moved to sit up in bed, the blankets pooling around his waist now, messy bedhead on display for the world. "Elliott, I won't be sleeping for awhile now; you know that better than anyone. If you wanted me to talk with you for awhile, you only need to ask."

"I-I know, but you look so tired, baby. I don't wanna keep you up."

Park chuckled. "If anything, you might help me sleep a bit."

"Well… okay. Wanna talk about your trip so far."

"Honestly, if I have to go through one more meeting having to pretend I like these ass-kissers, I might jump out the nearest window."

And so Elliott listened to his boyfriend talk. It wasn't exactly the same as him being there with him, but it was enough. Park didn't want to talk much about his meetings, more so his ideas for improving on his drone, going on and on about perhaps trying to make it so his EMP charges faster, or even make his drone move quicker. He had explained that it was a bit tricky to get that all to become a reality, but he was still eager to discuss it with Elliott, who was slowly but surely beginning to feel tired, lulled to sleep by Park's voice.

And, eventually, he did fall asleep. The hacker had looked to his phone, silently requesting input, when he saw the trickster asleep, cheek shoved against his pillow and drool threatening to spill onto it. It made him smile, setting his phone down on his nightstand, video still on and propped against his lamp so he could still see the other.

Softly, he whispered, "Goodnight, Elliott." It only took a moment for him to drift off into slumber.

#cryptage #mirage being cuddle-starved on day one of not having crypto around is a mood #anyway i hope you all enjoyed!! #again tysm for the request they all mean so much to me;;; #lenardo does a write #also idk if people have noticed or not #but i tend to not proof read things #i'm just lazy and don't wanna fhjdsj #so sorry if you see copious amounts of typos my bad

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;; I keep writing fluff and angst, so I kinda wanna try silly stuff. It's rare for me, but let's try it! ;;

Prompt: Quit touching me, your feet are cold!

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Matches that dragged on were far from favorable in Elliott's eyes. He hated it especially when Pathfinder and Octavio managed to secure a spot just out of reach by he and his teammates and the ring ended up favoring them instead. He hated it immensely, but there was little he could do, and they just ended up waiting it out until the ring killed them.

There was much to be said, but all Elliott wanted to do was curl up in his bed and go to sleep. Maybe for twelve hours. Maybe for a week. Maybe until the next year. Who knows? All he knows is that he wants to lay down with his beautiful, adorable, and incredibly prickly lover.

Park ended up being taken out about halfway through. Apparently, Natalie and Renee had been too busy doing whatever that they hadn't been watching after Park, a squad showed up, and he was taken out without issue. Renee managed to portal her and Natalie out of harm's way and ended up having to leave his banner.

To say he was absolutely livid was an understatement. Apologies were made, and Park wasn't one for holding grudges, but he was still pretty mad at them.

Upon entering his room, Elliott spotted the hacker taking up residence in his bed, a large, soft yellow blanket covering his shoulders, cocooned by warmth (or what little warmth provided), and watching something on his laptop. Frankly, Elliott couldn't ascertain what he was watching. He watched a lot of documentaries, a lot of cat videos, and soap carving ones. If he was especially bored, he'd sometimes look up tutorials on random things and participate. Elliott came in one day with origami all over the place.

He's just happy he isn't working on whatever it is he's so diligently working on. He deserved a break every now and then, but he tended to forget that a lot.

"Oh, my sweet angel-faced, uh… angel!" Elliott said, announcing his presence to Park, whose eyes rose to meet the trickster's. "So nice to see you all cozy in my favorite blanket."

"And nice to see you're still in a good mood, despite the last match."

Ah. So that's what he was watching. The holographic expert waved his hand about in nonchalance, approaching the bed before sitting down, bouncing a bit and causing the hacker to do the same.

"It sucked, but, hey, what can you do? Besides, I have the world's greatest boyfriend to make me feel all better." Rather than shifting over to where his cocooned lover sat, however, Elliott, instead, laid on his bed, back facing the other and pulling up one of the remaining blankets his boyfriend has yet to steal. "After a quick nap, though."

Park huffed in amusement. "You and I both know 'a quick nap' will be three to four hours."

Yet another hand raised to wave in a useless gesture before promptly falling back to where it was placed prior on the bed. "Details, details." A yawn. "We can talk about it after I wake up in an hour."

"Sure."

With that, the two lapsed into silence, Elliott's eyes falling shut and Park's focus returning to his laptop. The tapping of a keyboard was heard, so the trickster suspected he got bored of watching highlights from their last match and moved on to something else.

And, for awhile, it was nice, quiet. Normally, Elliott's endless talking would fill up the silence, and Park would listen and occasionally provide his own input, but there was none of that. It was just them, together, just enjoying having the other near, undisturbed by the slow spin of the universe.

Elliott had almost fallen asleep when he felt the other begin shifting, something sliding under the blanket and carefully pulling up his shirt.

"Mm… Babe, feelin' frisky…? Didn't know you had it in y—AH!"

It was not a hand, like Elliott had suspected, but, instead, his boyfriend's frigid fucking feet pressing against his warm as hell back. He couldn't exactly escape either, since he was close to the edge of the bed and Park's legs were long. The jerk also started laughing when he heard the startled noise from the other, and Elliott knew he wasn't sleepy anymore. In fact, he was wide awake, and unsure if he was pissed or not.

He immediately sat up, Park's feet retreating back under his own blanket, stifling his quiet giggles with a hand covering his mouth. His little shit of a boyfriend was the absolute worst.

"The worst. You're just the worst boyfriend ever," Elliott said, and Park knew, even if he said it, that it wasn't true. Dramatics were his strong suit, after all. "How can anybody's feet be that cold!?"

"Like this."

"Get your tiny, cold foot off my leg!"

Park's laugh returned, only for him to release a sound of surprise when he was suddenly being pulled by his leg onto his back, Elliott pouncing on him immediately. His laptop ended up being pushed elsewhere during the chaos, but neither seemed to care, too lost in each other's eyes.

"You're a menace. A cold menace!"

"Mmhm."

"But that's fine. All I have to do is cuddle you until you're warm."

"Wait—"

The hacker had very little room to escape now, what with the large mass atop him, encasing him in warmth.

"Ugh. You're heavy."

"It's the muscle, babe. All muscle. And my huge—"

"Don't. Don't say it."

"I was gonna say my huge heart. Gosh, babe, so perverted."

"…"

Elliott wasn't exactly surprised to feel the other's cold foot back on his bare skin, and, sure, he deserved it, but it was still cold and he didn't like it. Jokes on Park, though—he gets to hold his favorite popsicle, even if he's a big jerk that bullies his amazing, warm boyfriend.

Despite the cold foot being pressed against his back, the trickster still pressed his lips against Park's cheek, the hacker letting himself smile faintly at the contact.

"I love you, even if you have cold feet."

"And I've grown to tolerate you."

"You're a walking blizzard, babe. Good things blizzards are cool."

"Ugh."

#apex legends #crypto #tae joon park #mirage #elliott witt #cryptage #loser boyfriends kiss and cuddle more at eleven #i like writing banter for them #it's fun #they're fun #i love… they #lenardo does a write #i hope you all enjoyed #again i'm sorry for a lack of content #i'm trying my bestest

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;; Cryptage server bullied me now I rebel ;;

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There wasn't a cloud in the sky when Elliott arrived to a familiar little home, a half-synthetic hand in his own, squeezing in reassurance and support.

It was Mother's Day. Park had desperately wanted to visit Mystik, but she had insisted it was far too dangerous, especially if he was going to bring Mirage. It was just asking for attention, and any attention on both of them was unwanted.

He had wished her a happy Mother's Day (she teased him, saying he was just some little brat she had raised, but he knew better; it meant a lot), and the two departed to visit Elliott's mother instead.

Park has met Evelyn Witt, famous engineer and mother of Elliott Witt. Park knew the story, the loss of Elliott's bothers and Evelyn's fluctuating memory. Apparently, she'd been good these past few days, but, for some reason, Elliott had convinced himself that she was going to forget, that she'd take one look at him and not recognize him.

It took everything in Park not to fear for the same.

Once they had walked up to the door, the trickster knocked on the door, and the two anxiously waited for her to answer. Elliott had a small bouquet of flowers in hand, trying to force his anxiety down and smile through it. It wasn't working; Park could see how fake it was, that it was edging just on the territory of a "Mirage smile."

Evelyn soon came into view, the door opening to reveal her smiling visage.

"Hey, mom!" Elliott said, grinning just from being able to see his mother. "Happy Mother's Day!"

"Elli, sweetheart, so good to see you," she said, though, when she laid eyes on Park, her expression changed a bit. "Oh? Who's your friend?"

The trickster felt his heart sink, looking over to Tae Joon, who looked a little surprised but ultimately unbothered. Park's own gaze moved to the other's, gently squeezing his hand again when he saw just how upset the other was.

"Um, I'm Hyeon Kim," the hacker said, looking over to Evelyn again and letting a smile of his own curl his lips. "I'm… Elliott's boyfriend."

"A boyfriend?" Evelyn gasped, immediately moving aside and waving for them to come inside. "Get in here! I need to know how someone managed to get my sweet boy to finally settle down."

Funny. She said that last time, Park thought sadly, following after Elliott, who hadn't wiped that dour look off of his face.

The visit had consisted of Elliott retelling the story of how he and Park got together, trying to recount every detail, whilst his mother listened on, enraptured by the tale. Park was rather silent the whole time, merely holding Elliott's hand.

Aside from that one incident, she seemed to be decently coherent. She seemed to only have forgotten Park for a little bit. It had shaken Elliott's confidence in the situation just a bit, but he recovered rather quickly, back to his chipper self and joking around with the woman, only for Evelyn to threaten to show his boyfriend his baby pictures. Elliott was quick to profusely apologize.

Park had actually been enjoying himself as well. Evelyn was respectful and asked him questions about his drone, the little device in a holster on his back. (Elliott had said he didn't need to bring it, but Park was paranoid prepared for any scenario, and his drone never left his side, even for friendly visits.) He had tossed it out for awhile and let Evelyn examine it a bit, the little drone beeping in amusement when she gently poked it. It ended up joining them for a portion of the visit, floating by Park's side and beeping little responses that made the Witts laugh.

They had even gotten through dinner without incident. Evelyn had demanded Park try her famous pork chops, saying that, though Elliott was an amazing cook himself, she had her own special way of making them. Park hadn't bothered to tell her he had already tried them, so he just nodded.

They joked during dinner, Elliott poking fun at Park and Evelyn telling him to respect his boyfriend, and, really, Elliott had believed the visit was going to go perfectly aside from the slight bump in he road.

They were just about to leave, and Elliott had thrown his jacket on, looking to where his mother was standing, and felt a pit form in his stomach when he saw confusion in her features.

"Did I invite you boys over?" she asked, and even Park felt his heart shatter at the question. "Ah. I guess it doesn't matter. I hope you two enjoyed your stay. Have a wonderful day."

Elliott stared at her for a moment, heartbroken, before he nodded numbly, swallowing down the tears threatening to spill over. "Y-Yeah… Yeah. Um… Happy Mother's Day."

She laughed softly. "That's today? Oh, I would love to celebrate, but I never did have any children."

Park watched as Elliott tried so hard not to break, the agony threatening to crumble his very being, before he shot her one of those famous Mirage smiles. It hurt to see, like a knife directly to his heart, a stabbing pain that throbbed and ached.

"Well… we'll see you another time."

With that, Elliott reached out for Park's wrist, and the hacker was pulled out of the house, the door shutting quietly behind them.

The ride back was quiet, somber. Elliott had been fighting back tears the entire time, gripping Park's hand with enough force to shake the trickster's own. He took deep breaths, idly rubbed his other's half hand with his thumb—anything that kept him from thinking about it, about how he was being forgotten by the last bit of family he had left.

When they got back to the complex, Elliott hurried to his room, catching a few glances from the other Legends. None of them knew about Elliott's mother. He didn't have the heart to be able to relay this knowledge to them, didn't trust them enough with it. They were only allowed to see Mirage, just like everyone else—everyone but her and Park.

The hacker had followed him, hot on his heels, and, once the door was shut behind him, he was immediately pulled into a bone-crushing hug, heard the broken sobs, felt the man so well held together finally crumble. He felt the warmth of tears, the shaking of such a strong frame. Park himself wanted to cry with him, because no one like Elliott deserved to ever be in so much pain, but he couldn't let that happen, couldn't let Elliott be weak without someone to be strong for him.

"I don't want to lose her, too…" the trickster managed between the sobs ripped from his throat, letting Park's gentle hands rub up and down his back, trying to relieve the tension there. "I can't—I-I can't lose mom, too… I've lost so many people already—I…"

Park remained silent, knowing there wasn't anything in the world he could say to make it all go away. He couldn't make Elliott smile, couldn't give Evelyn her memories back. He couldn't bring back Elliott's brothers, and he can't bring back the others he's lost. He can't fill the endless void of loneliness, the agony swirling like an endless vortex that's gained hold of his heart. When it all came crashing down, and Mirage wasn't enough to hide it, Park would do what he could for him.

He could only hold him, let him weep, hold him through it all. He wouldn't let him suffer alone anymore.

Even when his legs grew tired, when the other's hold grew too tight, and even when his arms started to hurt from trying to console him, he didn't move nor complain. He stood there and let him continue releasing the sadness he keeps so diligently bottled up.

He was quiet when Elliott was loud, just as it always was.

#cryptage #lenardo does a write #mmm not as sad as i wanted #we'll try again tomorrow 😔 #hope you all enjoyed at least !!!

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So. Fluffy cryptage. Like when one of them is sick and other is looking after that sick one

;; I've written a version of this with Crypto being sick, so I guess it's Mirage's turn!!! ;;

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As soon as Park opened his eyes, he noticed an unbearable heat on top of him. Normally, warmth wasn't exactly detested, but this felt overwhelming, and, if his sweat glands worked properly, he was sure he'd be drenched in it. No, the heat on top of him was his overheating moron, Elliott, and, for a moment, he feared the man had managed to catch fire in the middle of the night.

But, no, he was just… warm. Gently, he tried shoving the other off, but the man only whined, moving closer and enveloping Park completely in this unbearable heat. He was technically weaker than Elliott, so he wasn't exactly at any advantage of getting him off.

"Elliott," the hacker said, voice groggy and strained, still trying to wake up a bit, "you're crushing me. And you're too hot. Get off."

"No…"

Ah. So he was awake, the bastard. "I swear to god—"

"Babe, no… I'm dying… Indulg—In… Please let me cuddle…"

"You aren't dying, moron."

Park sighed. High temperature, dramatic declarations of death, the weak, raspy voice—yeah, he was sick. Apparently, Elliott was a damn liar, because he said he could never get sick. He knew that was bullshit, but he pretended to believe him anyway.

Still gonna call him a liar, though.

"Cake, you said you would love me through sickness and death… I'm sick and dying—you're obligated."

"We're not married yet, you man child." Park rolled his eyes, finally shoving Elliott's hot, gross, sweaty body off of him. "Bathroom. Now. You're going to overheat at this rate."

"Carry me…"

"Elliott."

"Dumpling…"

Park glared at the man next to him, sighed, before sliding out of bed. He circumvented the bed, staring at the sick mess of a man on the mattress, who had rolled onto his other side and was now staring up at the hacker with those large, glossy eyes of his. He had this serene smile on his face that Park desperately wanted to wipe off of his face.

He pulled the blankets off, slid his hands underneath the trickster's back and knees, and, with as much strength as he could muster, lifted the other into his arms. He nearly fell over, stabilizing himself with his leg, and, slowly, made his way over to the bathroom.

"Aw, babe, so strong," Elliott said, stifling a chuckle. "Go, pancake, go."

"Elliott, I will drop you."

Eventually, with some struggling on Park's part, they finally did make it to the bathroom, and the hacker set the other against the counter, trying to wave some feeling back into his poor arms. Elliott always seemed so fond of carrying him around—he'll never understand the appeal.

Ignoring that, he moved over to the tub and began preparing a bath—lukewarm to help with the fever—he moved over to Elliott, who had pulled himself up on the counter and was dozing off against the wall. The hacker gently roused him from his slumber with a hand cupping his cheek, gently stroking the heated skin with his thumb. His eyes opened slowly, staring at the hacker, before he slid off of the counter and slowly got undressed.

And then he was sliding into the bathtub, sighing at the cool sensation of water against his heated skin. He released a sigh, relaxing into the sensation.

"Have a nice bath. I'm gonna go fetch some medicine for you," he said, beginning to move, but a hand on his arm stopped him from leaving.

"Wait! Take a bath with me…"

"Elliott—"

"C'mon, sweet cheeks!"

"I don't wa—"

Elliott had accidentally tugged on Park's arm just a tad too hard, and the other ended up slipping, falling into the bathtub. Elliott felt his skull collide with his ankle, and cringed at the sensation. He's sure, for Park, it wasn't any better.

Once the other resurfaced, momentarily gasping for breath, Elliott let out a sheepish chuckle, rubbing the back of his head.

"W-Well… I guess you don't have to bathe now."

Elliott was rewarded with a gentle but firm kick to his head.

—;;

Once the boys were dried off, and Elliott had some medicine, they retreated back to bed, Park laying down with the other atop him, letting the hacker play with his hair and murmur in that soft, deep voice of his.

Park didn't have many complaints about the other's sickness, only when Elliott used his boyfriend's shirt as a tissue, or when he accidentally sneezed against his neck, and the trickster was grateful for that. Park's attention was completely on him, attentive in that usual way he was, and caring in the cold, distant, but loving type.

The hacker didn't seem to mind being in bed for the day either, occasionally peppering Elliott's face with kisses and whispering about whatever he was thinking.

And Elliott ate it all up, nuzzling his head into Park's chest and enjoying the pleasant sensation of the other's eyes all on him.

#cryptage #a little short and a bit half-assed but i struggle a bit to write sick fics idk why ahhh #i hope you at leasy enjoyed a little bit;;;;; #lenardo does a write

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I'm gonna make 2 requests, because I'm greedy and a little Cryptage starved right now. Also, you write so good and you have this way of turning a phrase that makes me super jealous so here goes. 1) FAKE DATING! Just... always with the fake dating. 2) Not sure how the lore works on your au but if it's applicable, either vamp crypto accidentally exposing wolf mirage to silver or wolf mirage exposing vamp crypto to sunlight.

;; Be as greedy as you want, sweetums. I love writing your prompts and also love you so it works out. uwu

Also, anything to keep me from falling asleep lol

I'll write your second request in a different post, but it'll be a bit. I write kinda slowly chjdjw ;;

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Elliott Witt has had a lot of things happen to him. He's had first loves, first kisses, first everythings. He's done a lot in his life, but, in all his years of living and loving, he didn't think fake dating his rival would ever make the list. It did, though, as much as both of them resented it.

One of the promotional managers had called them in for a quick meeting. Basically, he laid down that they were to start appearing in public more and that they were doing it together. At first, Elliott had been on board. Having more time in the limelight sounded amazing, but then came in Park, who was now going to be his boyfriend.

Now, he's not saying Park's disgusting or revolting or that he isn't comfortable enough with his sexuality to be able to freely hug and tell his buddies he loves them (because, well, his only friends are a lesbian and a drug addict for the most part), but he's straight, a ladies man! Sure, the kid's pretty and everything, but he's not feminine either. He has his own special type of charm that's not entirely easy to put into words. (He has nice legs, though. Elliott will give him that much.)

He's glad, though, that he's not the only one entirely against this. Park managed to miss a lot of meet 'n greets, forgoing seeing his fans and opting out of photo shoots. He's rarely seen in public, and, if he is, he looks about as shady as a drug dealer—hiding his face, oversized clothing, etc. He hates the spotlight, Elliott quickly figured out, and that was his only real issue with this whole ordeal.

And when Elliott pointed out that he seemed to be perfectly fine with dating him, he called him what he assumes are curse words and insults in his native tongue before telling him he'd sooner date Nox.

However, their word was final, and the two were now a "couple" in the eyes of the public. Their fellow competitors were allowed insight on their little "agreement," and they did what any supportive friends would do: they laughed and wished the new couple a happy life.

Today was their first official "date" as a couple, so Elliott intended for it to be at least somewhat decent for them. He was aware Park hated public places, but they wanted them to be seen in public together. He couldn't please both parties, so he decided a small, family restaurant would be their destination. There wasn't a lot of people that normally visited, but Elliott was a personal fan of the food served there. The atmosphere was warm and friendly and he's sure Park would appreciate that much.

Why am I trying so hard again…?

Shrugging, he pulled on his second nicest jacket—a nice yellow shade that went well with his white shirt and blue jeans. His hair was done up in its usual style, though he lacked the goggles he normally wore, so his hair fell in his eyes a bit. He was sure Park wasn't going to try too hard, so he didn't either. It was a casual outing, after all; no need for either to wear anything extravagant.

Well, Elliott was wrong when Park met up with him wearing a white turtleneck, a nice black blazer, and matching slacks. He suspects a turtleneck because he's at least trying to hide his cybernetic implantations without being too obvious and still looking like effort was put in. There was such a stark color difference, though—he felt like the sun next to the moon.

"Oh, h-hey, you look…" Elliott trailed off, unsure if he should give a genuine compliment or play it off like a joke—but he's already stuttered, so he may as well commit, "… good—you dress up nice."

"Paquette and Wraith helped." He huffed, stuffing his hands into his pockets. "I wouldn't have put in so much effort otherwise."

"Such a heartbreaker, Kim."

Elliott chuckled before reaching out and opening the door, gesturing for him to hop inside his car. The hacker rolled his eyes before slipping inside, the trickster shutting it before hurrying to the other side.

"Where are we going?" Park asked once Elliott was inside, turning the engine on and beginning to leave the complex.

"I know you don't like public places, and a movie is a terrible first date, so I picked out a small family restaurant that has some of the best lemon cakes I've tasted. Not to mention some people will see us, together, so it'll make the higher-ups happy, y'know?"

"Hm. You're smarter than I thought you were."

"I'm full of surprises, sugar."

"Don't push your luck with this 'dating' thing, Witt."

"Oh! That reminds me—we should probably establish some boundaries." Elliott took a right, keeping his eyes on the road but focus elsewhere. "Personally, I don't really care. So long as we don't have sex, I think I'm good otherwise. How about you?"

"No kissing, holding hands, touching in general, stupid pet names, or sex."

"… Well, you've eliminated every possible way of showing we're 'dating.' Anymore you wanna ban there, kid?" Elliott sighed, stopping at a red light and looking over to where Park was seated, glaring out the window. "This is definitely more like a friendly outing, if anything, but no one's gonna talk about us if we just seem like friends. Higher-ups will have our necks."

"I take back what I said earlier. You're an idiot if you think I care about whether or not they're happy with what I do."

"All right, fair point. Can we at least hold hands? That shouldn't be too much to ask."

Park sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose and sinking into his seat. "Fine. If it'll get them out of our business, we can do that. But only for a few seconds."

"Gotcha. Man, whoever dated you in the past must've been as touch-adv—avd—ad—ad… adverse as you."

"…"

"…"

"…"

"… Holy shit—you've never dated anybody."

"Shut up."

"No, no, that just makes this whole thing worse!" Elliott began driving again once the red light changed to green. His eyes returned to the road as well, though he was no less focused on the topic at hand. "You're experiencing a date for the first time with someone you don't even like, a-and that's not fair!"

"I—"

"No, y'know what? No, you're getting a date. Getting everything! You're getting the ol' Mirage charm, gonna get swept right off your feet."

"Witt—"

"No buts! You're being dragged out of your cave and getting screwed out of a first date with someone you're actually interested in. The least I can do is be as good to you as possible."

Park only stared at him, silent, before an amused breath left him, letting himself smile. "Okay."

—;;

Park wasn't a conversationalist, Elliott quickly found out. He was very quiet and reserved, which didn't help much either. He was, however, a great listener, and Elliott loved to talk, so, in a way, it worked out for the better.

The small restaurant they were seated in was relatively quiet, but they could hear hushed whispers about them being together, seated in a secluded booth that helped alleviate any anxiety Park might have with being seen by a bunch of people.

The holographic expert had ordered himself a steak, medium rare, with a salad on the side. He opted out for any alcohol, since he was the driver and he had no idea if Park was comfortable dealing with someone drunk, so all he ordered was some tea. Park, though, only asked for steak fries and a soda.

"Y'know," Elliott said after taking a sip of his tea, "you should get more meat in your diet. Helps build muscle, gets some meat on your bones."

"Hm…"

"C'mon! You also never join us for dinner. Or lunch—or, actually, I don't… see you eat. You eat, right?"

"Yes."

Elliott hummed in suspicion, a hand smoothing down his beard, though Park's stoic gaze didn't relent any. "All right… What do you normally eat?"

"Usually from whatever takeout menu is closer."

"… How are you even standing right now?" Elliott looked sad for a moment before shaking his head. "Let's make a quick deal here—"

"We've already made a deal."

"Let's make another. If you agree to come out of your cave for breakfast, lunch, and dinner, I'll agree to do whatever you want. Anything. Well, except really bad stuff. Like, I won't kill someone. Too far."

It was Park's turn to hum, taking a sip from his straw, before placing the glass on the table. "I benefit from this more than you do."

"I get the benefit of helping my sweet sugar plum get better, even if it's just a little bit."

Park raised a brow. "What did I say about pushing luck?"

"Ya love me. You wouldn't leave me on our date like this… Well, I hope not."

Park wanted to roll his eyes, say "I would and I will," but he didn't. He kept silent, giving Elliott a look, who seemingly took the hint and changed subject.

"So, have you ever been asked out before?"

"Isn't that a bad topic for dates?"

"Just curious. Feel free to not say. Besides, it's not a real date."

"Don't let them hear you say that." Park stirred his drink with his straw absentmindedly, watching it fizz up at his ministrations. "No, no one's ever asked me out."

"Really?"

"You sound surprised."

Elliott laughed in disbelief. "Well, yeah! I mean, you're…"

"What?"

"I dunno—gorgeous, beautiful, cool and mysterious! You'd think girls would be all over you."

"I'm not exactly pleasant to be around, Witt. I'd think you'd have figured that out by now."

The trickster waved a hand, like he was denying Park's claim. "You're rough around the edges, but you're not horrible." He shrugged, taking another sip from his drink. "I'm sure someone out there's just dying to wanna date you! Or maybe you haven't met them yet. Who knows!"

Park let another faint smile curl his lips, looking into his drink. "Who knows, indeed."

—;;

Day two of their time as a couple was during a duos match (of course it was just them), and Elliott had counted this as possibly his most unlucky match.

They had landed at Epicenter and Park landed on top of the tower, alone, and Elliott landed on the ground with two other squads, one consisting of Nox and Octavio and the other being Natalie and Ajay. Nox had trained his sights on him immediately and began chasing him down (the sadistic bastard), and he had to rush to find a gun. All he could find was a P2020, and it wasn't exactly a fair match against the scientist's Spitfire.

Neither of them had any shields, but just a couple of shots from the toxic trapper's gun was enough to down him, slipping on ice and colliding with the hard ground.

"Oh—fuck!" the trickster cursed, trying to crawl away from the man towering over him. "C-C'mon, Caustic, don't you have anyone else to shoot at?"

"No."

"That's a lie and you know it."

However, before Nox could kill him off, the sound of a Sentinel going off, following by Nox quickly being down, sent a wave of relief through his system, looking over onto the cliff to see Park perched atop it, the bolt-action sniper in his hands.

No scope. That's kinda hot.

The hacker had shot off a few more rounds, and Elliott could hear Octavio shout in pain, before he began sliding down the hill, swapping out his sniper for a Wingman. The revolver was shot off twice before Nox's death box suddenly popped up in front of him, signaling the end of that squad.

However, they still had Natalie and Ajay, though they'd been injured by Octavio. They were clinging to D.O.C.'s healing up until Park tosses a grenade where they were healing. Natalie hadn't escaped fast enough, and she ended up downed, whereas Ajay was only injured.

She put up a fight, firing off her Alternator with frightening precision, and, had Park not hit his shots, he would've been killed off.

However, the man calmly approaching his fallen teammate was enough of an indicator that he won that battle, only a few wounds and scratches indicating his prior struggle.

"Kid, if I didn't know better," he said, pausing to let out a grunt at the syringe being plunged into his chest, "I'd think you're trying to show off and steal my heart."

For a moment, Park was silent, helping Elliott back to his feet, before a smirk crossed those dashing fractures, looking up at the other with a faint sense of mirth dancing in his eyes.

"Did it work?"

For once in his life, Elliott was left stunned, mouth open, unable to formulate a response, before the surveillance expert left to loot.

He regained his senses after a moment, blinking himself back into reality, and shutting his mouth.

Kid's full of surprises.

—;;

Their third date wasn't for the public. Their third date wasn't even suggested by Elliott. Park had just grabbed Elliott by the arm, dragged him out to god-knows-where, late at night, and laid down on a small hill. He didn't say anything, didn't give any explanation, and, honestly, Elliott didn't expect anything less. He just laid down beside the other, looked up at the stars, and let out a breath.

However, as Park's own mind was clear, hands resting on his stomach and a leg bent at the knee, Elliott's own was filled with thoughts of confusion, his hands behind his head, acting as a pillow.

Park was such a strange guy. One day, he acts like he's the bane of his existence, and, the next, he's smiling and making quips that make Elliott's heart race. Elliott's been with a lot of people, and he's learned a lot from his time with them, but there's never been a time where they've made him feel like… this.

They never badger him about his gross, smelly hair spray, they never playfully banter with him, they never push him off of exploding trains, and they certainly never made him speechless, never made him feel like he lost the ability to function. They never treated him like a person. They always just treated him like… Mirage.

"Hyeon?"

"Hm?"

"I don't think I'm straight."

"Mm. What makes you say that?"

"Because I think I'm in love with you."

Park smiled, letting out a quiet laugh. "You don't even know how I feel about you."

"I don't. You're weird, and you're never forward w-with how you feel, but… I just… thought you should, y'know, know, since we're doing this whole… thing."

"Mm. The fake dating thing?"

"The fake dating thing, yeah."

"… Do you want it to be fake anymore?"

Elliott turned into his side, Park own head moving to meet his gaze. "No."

"Mm. Good." Park's head turned back to the stars, shutting his eyes. "Neither did I."

#apex legends #cryptage #oops this was really long !!! #but that's okay #i hope you at least enjoyed my gross cheesy cliché nonsense #i'll get to working on the other one i promise #maybe make it a little shorter lol #lenardo does a write

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any cryptage headcanon?? :0

;; *cracks my fingers*

Ages ago, before I started writing prompts and taking requests, I wrote out a huge HC list for the boys, and I sorta hit a lot of HCs with that one, but I'll try to give some more!! ;;

Mirage is an incredibly empathetic person. When Crypto finally musters up the courage to tell Mirage everything that happened to him, before the games, after Mila's death, everything he had to do to get here (which I have a thing on Ao3 where I elaborate on all of that!! Feel free to go find it I'm too shy to share it lol). Crypto never acknowledges the trauma he's endured, never feels much against the people who've wronged them, and Mirage, instead, feels it all for him—the sadness and the anger. He vows to one day kick every one of their asses.

Mirage and Crypto discuss their technology all the time, and, once Mirage feels close enough to Crypto, he ends up introducing him to Evelyn. It was one of her good days, too, so Mirage didn't end up in tears by the end of it. Crypto has experienced her forgetfulness, however, and he hates the haunted look on Mirage's face when they leave.

Crypto and Evelyn get along incredibly well, and that serves as a huge relief to Crypto (he didn't want to leave a poor impression on Evelyn; he knows how much Mirage's mother means to him), and the two can sometimes be found in long discussions about technology. Her mind was rich with knowledge, and Crypto always appreciated learning a thin or two.

Evelyn is also the embarrassing mom type and shows pictures of Mirage from his youth. Sometimes, they'll end up reminiscing together, and Crypto will simply watch on with a fond smile.

As soon as Mystik finds out they're dating, she asks Crypto to get his boyfriend's autograph on some merch.

Much to Mirage's surprise, Crypto is actually really good with kids. He sometimes forgets he was raised in an orphanage, that he was likely around children a lot and had to take care of a lot of them. It comes even more as a shock when Crypto says he wouldn't mind adopting someday.

Mirage doesn't talk about his brothers much. When he does, Crypto witnesses one of the sweeter, more genuine Elliott smiles. There's also a tinge of sadness in his eyes, and Crypto never asks him to talk much about it. He knows Mirage will tell him if he ever wants to.

Just like how Mirage doesn't talk about his brothers, Crypto rarely mentions Mila. If he does, he stops himself. He can't bring himself to say anything about her—the wounds feel too fresh.

Crypto's cat likes Mirage, but, even with people she likes, she's an absolute menace. Mirage also asks why she doesn't have a name, and Crypto immediately clams up. He's learned not to push on certain subjects, as unusual as some of them were.

Crypto draws on Mirage's arm, and Mirage loves his art so much. He gets a tattoo of his art someday, and Crypto spends time admiring it before switching to the other arm to cover it in ink as well.

Although Crypto tends to be confident in the arena, even with his small bouts of paranoia, he loses a lot of that confidence when it comes to intimacy. He isn't experienced in romantic intimacy and Mirage learns of that rather quickly; he promises to take his time showing the ropes, though, and make sure he's comfortable.

#hope these were at least somewhat enjoyable haha #cryptage #lenardo does a write #i guess this could be considered writing even if it's an hc list nfndns

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prompt 4 on that list you just reblogged for cryptage 🥺

;; Mmm I love it. That just exudes Cryptage. ;;

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Elliott was a morning person. By sun's first rays, he was in the kitchen, dancing to an unknown song and making breakfast for him and his morning-adverse boyfriend, who needed to be bribed with gummy worms in order to get out of bed sometimes. It was a sacrifice the trickster was willing to take, spending about ten dollars on gummy snacks every week.

Ah, maybe the tired smile he received on that made it worth more than anything in the world.

Just like every morning, Elliott was making breakfast whilst Park was hopped up on the counter, trying not to fall asleep, as he indulged in the gummy bears the trickster had provided that morning. Park's preferred taste in the sugary snacks was mostly sweet, not a particular fan of sour, and he seemed to like the yellow ones most (coincidence? Elliott doesn't think so).

The holographic trickster's eyes drifted over to his boyfriend, over his mussed hair and half-lidded eyes, his vacant stare into space, and the weirdly adorable but slightly creepy bunny slippers Renee bought for him as a joke gift.

"Jokes on her," he said. "I needed new slippers."

Elliott had rolled his eyes, but the splash of white and pink on Park's black pajamas was enough of an incentive not to invoke his wrath.

Still, he was adorable, and Elliott was so focused on the sight that he hadn't realized the location of the pan and placed his hand forward to balance himself—only to be met with the searing pain of shoving his hand onto a scalding hot egg. The shout of pain was enough to wake Park from his sleepy state, the hacker hopping off of the counter and immediately asking what happened.

"N-Nothing, babe! Just a little, uh… accident," he tried, and it was to no avail, but Park had special eyesight that allowed him to see through bullshit, apparently.

"Let me see."

The cool touch of his partner's synthetic skin against his own was a bit of a pleasant sensation, but his hand still hurt like a bitch, and he's pretty sure it's not supposed to be that red.

Park sighed, dragging him over to the sink. "Please, you need to be more careful. You're going to hurt yourself badly one of these days."

As the hacker turned the water on and placed Elliott's hand under it, evoking a slight hiss from the male, the trickster pressed a kiss to Park's temple, probably as a means of apology. "Don't worry about me, shortcake. I'll be perfectly fine. Elliott's a big boy."

"A big boy that gets big boo boos."

"… Oh, my god. You said boo boos. That's so—"

"I will amputate your hand."

"Sorry, sorry! I love you!"

"… Moron."

—;;

Park hated the cabinets in the kitchen. Whilst he was by no means short, the highest shelf in the cabinets was just out of reach. It usually contained the coffee he was so hellbent on drinking every morning, placed up there by some sick sadism on Nox's part. They were the only avid coffee drinkers in the complex, so no one else had any qualms with it.

He would ask Revenant, since he was tall, but he was too busy glaring at him from the vents, so he opted to ask the only other person in the kitchen right now.

"Elliott? Can you grab the coffee from the top shelf?" the hacker asked, the other spinning around and looking up at the shelf in question.

"Aw. Babe, you're so tiny. S'adorable."

"You barely reach that shelf as well. And it's two inches."

Elliott waved his hand (the one wrapped in bandages from yesterday's breakfast incident), approaching the smaller male with a smile. "Details, honey. Details."

As Park had said before, Elliott was only two inches taller, and the shelf was rather high, so the man had to get on his tippy-toes to grab it. It wasn't shoved too far back, but Elliott's grip had slipped, and the coffee beans had fallen directly onto the other's face—more specifically, his nose.

Yet another cry of pain was heard, and Park had gasped at the sound of impact, a half-synthetic hand moving to cover his mouth. Faintly, he heard Revenant chuckle from the vents, and he reminded himself to change his voice modulator to sound like a thirteen year old girl.

"Elliott, are you okay?" he asked, the other holding a hand over his nose and waving his hand in that same nonchalance Park has become so accustomed to.

"No, no, I'm f-fine. Ow, oh, fuck. No, probably just, y'know, bruised it."

When the trickster pulled his hand away, Park wasn't too surprised to find scarlet dripping from his nose, and immediately went to fetch some napkins.

"Hold your head back."

Elliott did as instructed, feeling Park's fingers gently run through his curls and delicately clamp the napkin over his bleeding nose.

"Well, that's… two incidents. You sure you don't wanna bail on the hacker gig and become a nurse? I think you'd look cute in those little nurse outfits, y'know?"

"Yes, I can start by giving you the biggest needle possible. How does that sound?"

"… I love you, sugar pie."

"Menace."

—;;

Park was at his wit's end when he got a call from Ajay not five minutes after Elliott left with Octavio. He had been at a small, secluded café that Natalie had wanted to try, and Renee had managed to convince him to tag along. Elliott had said he didn't want to ruin their good time, so he and Octavio headed out to who-knows-where, frankly, and, apparently, it was somewhere that ended up with both of them in the hospital with minor injuries.

Park had bid the ladies farewell, though, before he left, Natalie had placed a hand on his shoulder and said, "You are in love with a man child."

Sad thing is—she's not even wrong.

Still, that was his man child, and he had to go see if he was going to be okay or not—and maybe yell at him for being so reckless and stupid. And then, after Ajay was done yelling at Octavio, maybe yell at him for constantly putting Elliott in danger. Basically, he was going to be yelling a lot in a few minutes.

Once Park found Elliott's room, he rushed inside and felt relieved to see the other smiling at him. His nose was still a bit bruised from yesterday's little coffee incident, and his hand was still bandaged from the prior day's egg incident. However, a cast around his other hand bandages around his ankle were the more recent injuries, a small bruise on his left cheek accompanying them. At least he wasn't dead.

"Hey, sweetheart. Uh, sorry to, have messed up your day out."

He was so painfully sweet that it almost made Park feel bad about wanting to scold him.

Almost.

"Ssibal, Elliott, what is wrong with you!?" he began, a hand coming up to run a hand through his raven locks. "Do you just lose all sense of self-preservation around Silva?"

"… Do you want me to answer that honestly?"

"Ugh."

Park sat at the chair pulled up beside Elliott's bed, and he suspected that was Ajay's doing, which meant she had already scolded him and was probably working on Octavio right now.

However, he was snapped out of his anger by a tanned hand coming to cup his own, gently gripping. His gaze raised to Elliott's, who suddenly looked rather sad, and, really, Park hated that look on him.

"Why do you always do this to yourself?" he asked softly, tightening his hold just slightly. "You're always dealing with me getting myself hurt and it just makes you worry, and you have enough t-to worry about—i-it just doesn't feel… fair."

"Because, dumbass, I love you," the hacker said, a softer frown crossing his features. "I worry about you because I care about you. You have a habit of being an idiot and hurting yourself, but that's not reason enough for me to leave you." A small smile now curls his lips leaning over to press a kiss to the other's cheek, being cautious of the bruise there. "I'm willing to be here for all of your bumps and bruises."

Elliott let a smile of his own appear, placing a hand on Park's cheek and idly rubbing at his cheekbone. "I dunno what I'd do without you."

"Break every bone in your body, probably," the other replied with mirth in his eyes, a hand raising to gently place itself on Elliott's, turning his head and pressing a small kiss to the palm. "But I expect you to do the same if I'm ever hurt."

"Oh, please. If you got a paper cut, I'd call the ER."

"You have called the ER over a paper cut."

"I didn't want it to get infected!"

The hacker rolled his eyes affectionately, an amused huff leaning him. "You're insane."

"Insanely in love! You know you love it."

"… Yeah, I do."

#cryptage #ah the boys #we really do stan #sorry if i didn't hit the nail on the head with this one #but i hope you enjoyed!!! #ily chini *mwah* #lenardo does a write

[noctuascion]

;; In a long line of requests made by @helloheadquarters, I'm finally gonna do this one ehehe

Warning: Blood

That's it ncndnw ;;

The amount of dimensions was immense. The different possibilities, the endless amount of "what if" scenarios, simply boggled the mind of the holographic engineer. He didn't like to think about it much, about how there was a dimension where he possibly died young, left his mother childless—even if, in reality, she'd end up in blissful ignorance.

Currently, they were fetching the second artifact piece. Natalie had been injured, Ajay immediately breaking off from the group to get her back to the ship as quickly as possible. He didn't know where everyone else was—more Prowlers had shown up and separated him and Park.

Park wasn't exactly frail, but his drone wasn't exactly the best for dealing with these things. They'd tear him to shreds the moment they got too close, the moment he let his guard down. So, Elliott quickly made his way downstairs where the hacker had run off to.

He had apparently arrived a bit late, as a few Prowlers were chasing after something, trying to claw at it and make a meal out of whatever poor soul was trapped. However, a few gunshots was all Elliott needed to hear to know who exactly was being chased down.

Quickly, the trickster made his way over to the hunting Prowlers, Eva-8 drawn and ready to fire. It didn't take long to put them down, but, once again, he'd lost sight of Park, having to step over Prowler corpses to look around.

Goddammit, kid, he thought, annoyance clawing at the back of his mind, where the hell did you run off to?

He ended up finding a few more Prowlers, shooting them down with an RE-45 he had taken off of Natalie, the technician wishing him luck in a broken voice, before being carried off in a hurry but with great care. He knew she'd be okay, but there was that nagging worry that she was seriously injured.

He had to remind himself she was a tough cookie, as strong as everyone there. She'd make it through and be back to smiling in no time.

Noting he was beginning to get a little low on bullets, Elliott swapped back over to his Eva-8. It required less shells to take down a Prowler than with light bullets.

However, a sudden noise behind him alerted him to a presence, potentially unfriendly. His mind was quick with its reaction, his body swinging around and pointing his gun at whatever was there. A pull of the trigger and the shotgun went off.

But it wasn't just a Prowler. It wasn't a hostile.

It was Park.

The hacker had been blasted back with the force of the weapon, weapon dropped on the floor. His body shield had been smashed to piece by the Prowlers earlier, probably hadn't had any chance of healing up—too paranoid to sit down for a second and let himself be vulnerable. His eyes were wide, scarlet soaking through his vest and onto that jacket Elliott had become so accustomed to seeing—a pure white now tarnished by red.

The clatter of the shotgun falling to the ground hadn't reached Elliott's ears, too busy scrambling to get over to Park's side. The hacker was beginning to tremble, realizing that he was bleeding heavily.

"Hyeon…" the trickster barely managed, a wheeze, his own eyes wide and shaking, unsure what exactly to do—realizing what he'd done.

He looked around for supplies, for any healing items—nothing. Not a goddamn thing. He didn't have any syringes, and poking through Park's jacket turned up similar results. He couldn't stop the bleeding, not with so many wounds, the pellets striking multiple areas—and it was making him sick, watching the color slowly draining from Park's face.

"Oh, my god—I-I'm sorry, I had n-no—no i-idea—H-Hyeon, Hyeon!?" Elliott gently tapped the side of Park's face, trying to keep him awake. "D-Don't—Don't fall asleep on me, kid."

"Elliott…" he managed out—he'd never heard him sound so weak. The pain was immense, he was sure.

"Don't t-talk. Just—Just c-calm down—"

The trickster jumped when Park coughed, scarlet now dripping from those pretty lips, weak gasping breaths all he could manage after.

"Hyeon—"

"Don't… call me that…"

"I—"

"I don't wan…t… to be… Hyeon when I… die…" Tears were beginning to form, his head thunking painfully against the wall behind him, the strength to keep it up quickly fading. "Tae Joon… call… call me that…"

"Tae Joon…? But—"

"What good… is secrecy if I'm… al…ready dead…?"

"Tae, don't talk like that—"

"Elliott…"

"No, shut up!" Elliott shook his head, angry tears beginning to form. "Stop… You can't die! You have to… You have to t-take everything b-back! You… You can't die b-because of me…"

"Oh, Elliott…" Park's hand raised to gently brush his curly locks to the side, his lips curled into a small smile. There had always been something so comforting in that gaze, but Elliott only found it a reminding of the impending loss—and by his hands, no less. "It wasn't your… your fault…"

"It was! I-I pulled the trig—trigger!" His voice echoed off of the walls, into a building with only two souls inside of it. "I… I killed you."

"I'm… I'm so sorry, ae-in… I'm sorry to… leave you like… this…"

"Don't… Don't leave me…"

Elliott's head gently rested on Park's shoulder, his hand clutching at the other, whilst another had a tight grip on the hacker's bicep. He could feel half-synthetic hands make their way into his hair, a fruitless attempt at comfort.

"I love you…"

"Don't… Don't say that… Y-You're not—You're not leaving…"

Elliott was beginning to dissolve into sobs, and, in the distance, he could hear Prowlers lurking, the beasts waiting for their next meal to arrive. Park's hand was getting weaker, unable to do much besides rest on Elliott's head, thumb gingerly rubbing his scalp.

"Elliott…"

"Please… Please, you hav—have to stay… I can't lose anyone else—espe—especially not you… Anyone but you…!"

His body had grown so cold—colder with every passing moment. Park was always a rather frigid person, always needing his jacket, an occasional hug from Elliott to further warm him, but this was a sickening cold. It nestled into Elliott's skin, made its way in and hurt. It wasn't the pleasant cold of his lover but a haunting reminder of what he's lost.

Eventually, the movements stop. Park is silent, and Elliott's sobs begin echoing off of the walls once more. He doesn't move from his place, even when communications are asking for a report, an update—something.

He doesn't move when he hears the Prowlers enter, doesn't bother turning around when he hears the doors break down.

He doesn't fight back when the Prowlers seek out their next meal.

— ;

Renee sighs, rubbing her temples, as she watches Elliott try to lighten the mood with a bad joke. Something about sad cats. Park looked as unamused as the rest, but there was something softer in his eyes, something that isn't present when he's amongst others.

One of the voices suddenly screams out in agony. She doesn't know why, and it's enough to cause a momentary headache, but it's gone in seconds. It's deathly silent after that, and she casts her glance over to Elliott and Park again.

Her gaze falls to Natalie next, resting in her bed, silent as death after everything that has occurred.

Everyone's alive, she notes. Everyone's here.

#cryptage #lenardo does a write #unsure if i like this or not but #that's what i get for writing at 4am #bah who cares #hope you all enjoyed!!!

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A lil’ late to the party but I’d love to see your take on: "please hug me, i really need it." (though it was listed as a fluffy prompt there’s some hella potential for angst there imo 👀)

Yessssssss,,,,, "Please hug me" is the saddest and fluffiest sentence of all time I love. Ty for the prompt !!

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A sigh of frustration was heard within the confines of a yellow-oriented room, the sound of sparking equipment following suit.

Elliott had been working on improving his decoy deployment in the field. He can only send out one for so long before it vanished into thin air. However, things weren't going as planned, and now the decoys took longer to send out, which was not what he wanted.

Perhaps there was a busted component somewhere, a data chip fried—maybe even one of the conductors blew. Whatever it was, it was infuriating, and, though he never let his anger take hold of him so easily, he could feel it roll off of him in spades. He decided, after electrocuting himself for the fifth time, that it was time for a break before he permanently damaged his hands.

He pushed himself up from his desk and moved to exit his room. Park was out at an interview, something he had begrudgingly agreed to go to (and by "begrudgingly," he means Park was so adamant in not going that he threatened to leak the manager's nudes onto the internet, to which he replied: "Go ahead. You're still going to that interview." Safe to say, the hacker was angry), so his option of talking to Park on the matter was out of the question. Natalie was busy with her own tech, so he couldn't ask her either, and Alexander was just asking for the usual "my technology is vastly superior; don't even attempt at improving it," so there was no point. Ajay was smart, but she was more acquainted with medicine and the like; she could repair D.O.C., but holographic technology was out of her range.

With a defeated groan, Elliott decided it was just best to wait for his boyfriend to come home. Bouncing ideas off of him would be more beneficial than just continuing fruitless attempts at repairing his tech. However, upon exiting his room, he was immediately met with something solid colliding with his nose, sending him reeling back and cursing whatever struck him.

He could hear Octavio laugh, and, once he reopened his eyes, he looked down to see a football on the floor.

"Yo! Nice catch!" the daredevil shouted, and, for once in his life, Elliott felt annoyed at his buddy. "I'd give it a solid seven, though."

"But he did not catch it at all!" Pathfinder, the robot standing beside the shorter male, said, screen showing off various question marks.

"He totally did. With his face."

Elliott shook his head and continued his trek to the kitchen. A snack was definitely in order, his mood only growing more and more sour as time went on. And it only continued to grow sour after he accidentally burned his food after looking away for what he swears was a second, after he stubbed his toe on that stupid table that he swears is moving on its own, and especially after he got some rather nasty comments from some angry fans that were displeased with his last performance.

He was sore, hungry, and emotionally and mentally exhausted. His nose was bruising now, too, which was just awful. He didn't know if concealer could save him this time. His tech was still on the fritz as well—twenty-five seconds to deploy his next decoy…

Tired hazel optics snapped to the door when he heard it open, seeing his boyfriend finally enter, looking a bit tired and just finished with things overall. But he was here, and Elliott immediately felt himself feel better.

"Hey, I'm ba—what happened to your nose?" Park asked, concern flashing across his features, as Elliott slid out of bed, crossing the room as quickly as his body would allow.

"No talk. Just hug me—please."

Although Park was a bit surprised to be so suddenly pulled into an embrace, he didn't hesitate to return it, the other's arms wrapped tightly around him, his face buried in his shoulder. His hand reached up to run through the holographic trickster's hair, soothe his worries with the touch he seemed so fond of.

He could tell it was a bad day. Elliott seldom didn't want to talk, rarely resorting to quiet affection. He liked to talk, liked to hear about Park's day and elaborate on his own. He didn't push, though, knew Elliott was just venting his frustrations through the only way he knew was best: embracing his lover, indulging in the awkward but sincere way he held him.

Park didn't mind. He liked Elliott's hugs anyway.

#apex legends #crypto #tae joon park #mirage #elliott witt #cryptage #lenardo does a write #haha gay #i love… they… hdsjjsjw #i hope you enjoyed;;; #i loved the prompt so much ahhh

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;; Gonna try and do 31 days of Apex over here!! I wanna get back into writing a bit, and short prompts should work fine. And, yes, they're all gonna be for Crypto because I'm a SIMP

Day one: Memory ;;

Park remembered a lot. He remembered the days of his youth, of screams and thumps and terror in his small heart. He remembered Mila's smile shining through his otherwise cloudy world. He remembered losing her, remembered being on the run. He remembered days on the streets, in the rain, shivering and soaked in clothes that were too thin, not enough.

There were other things he remembered, though, and they weren't so bad. He remembered Elliott. Even if their first meeting was absolutely atrocious, they eventually made good. They were friends, a strange brand, but they were friends. He remembered Natalie, remembered the arguments about whose tech was superior, who had the better mind between them. It was always settled in a tie. He remembered Renee's fist colliding with his arms during a day of training, where she absolutely wiped the floor with him, offered a round two, to which he had quickly denied.

He remembered a lot of things. His memories were a bag of mixed nuts, either good or bad. Everyone's was, he's certain. No one had only positive memories—it's simply how life was.

"What's a memory that makes you happy?"

It has been such an innocent question, asked with an attempt on Natalie's part to learn more about the quiet hacker. The question was left unanswered, an "I don't know" her only response.

Remembering Mila only made him angry—angry at the Syndicate, at the monsters who took her and ruined his life—and remembering his parents… Well, he simply preferred not to. Remembering the orphanage was a lonely experience, exacerbating his already severe feelings of loneliness. Even remembering time with the Legends, pleasant memories of Makoa's laughter and Anita's sharp tongue, made him sad, drove him further into solitude.

He wasn't here to make happy memories, to make friends. He was here to take down the Syndicate, make them pay for what they've done to him and Mila. The memories of both Tae Joon Park and Hyeon Kim would die with him.

The roar of the wind by his ears was almost deafening, the drop ship lowering the platform he and his teammates—Elliott and Bloodhound—stood. Elliott was talking, as he always was, and Bloodhound had given him occasional nods of acknowledgement, holding their tongue from whatever comment they wished to make, and Park—well, Park listened on. He would remember Elliott's story, about him accepting that stupid award he's so hellbent on bringing into the ring now, and he'd remember the smile that annoyingly tugged at his lips. He'd remember Bloodhound gently nudging him with their elbow, asking where they would land, and—ah, he was the jumpmaster.

He nearly forgot.

#apex legends #crypto #tae joon park #31 days of apex #it's 3am and SUPER late and it feels a bit rough but i rarely to character-centric stuff like this #gimme a bit until i get a handle on these lol #lenardo does a write