Apex Legends Oneshots! ❤

But don't slap my ass again... Fuse x Caustic

Requested by Aweryonze

Plot: Fuse visits the doctor to talk about their first encounter...

(A/N): Mentioned Miragehound

Fuse's POV

"Honestly, I can't believe you were brave enough to do that!" Mirage spoke up. "I wouldn't have the confidence to slap Caustic's ass!"

I chuckled, "I'm kinda shocked too. He seems like a scary guy to most of ya blokes." He laughed along, sighing, which then brought up a memory involving Bloodhound that I wanted to address.

"Elliott, I'm really sorry 'bout trying ta slap Hound's ass. Oi didn't know ya liked 'em. Guess me pansexuality got in the way again, ha!" I joked.

Mirage laughed nervously. "Oh yeah, it's fine! I mean, I might also be pansexual, thanks to Bloodhound..."

"Righto." I replied. "Oi was thinkin' that Oi should go check up on the doc. Maybe talk to the bloke for a little."

He raised an eyebrow. "Wait, why?" He then smirked. "Do you have a crush on him?~"

I gave him a sly grin. "Nah mate. Boys have crushes, but men are in love."

He gasped, "Wha- You like Caustic? But why? Out of everyone you could like, why him?!"

"Professionals have standards." I reasoned. "I ain't gonna date someone decades younger than me, or decades older than me, for that matta'. Besides, serious blokes, sheilas, and gender neutral mates are me type~"

Elliott shrugged his shoulders. "Alright then. Not like I can control who I simp for..."

I laughed, "Ha, always nice to hang with ya, Witt." Those were my last ending words in the conversation before I left the find Caustic.

Caustic's POV

Perfect. The creation of an even more toxic gas is in progress. I've ran multiple experiments, and they have produced positive results. But, perhaps I should make sure this new gas is...corrosive. I don't want that simulacrum to be unharmed by it. And the MRVN? I suppose it will help against it too.

I heard a knock on my door. Temptation suggested me to open the door, and let the individual enter. A possible test subject, perhaps?

Though before allowing the subject to come in, I put away some of the dangerous chemicals incase they happened to be someone important.

As I opened the door, I groaned when seeing the Salvonian.

"G'day doc." He greeted me. "Oi was wondering if you would let me inside for a minute. Oi wanted to talk with ya."

"I have no interest in conversing with you, Fitzroy." I stated clearly.

He sighed, "Mate, it's important."

"If you are attempting to commence any physical contact like before, then I suggest that you leave before I use you as a lab rat..."

"Well..." Fuse rubbed the back of his head, using his natural, human flesh arm, rather than his synthetic and mechanical arm, which he seemed to take pride in. "That's actually something Oi wanted to talk about with ya, mate."

I raised an eyebrow, and made the decision to allow him into my living quarters.

"Ah, noice room, doc!" Walter seemed interested in the features of what I considered to be my lab.

I took a seat in my chair, and he took a seat on my bed, which I always kept tidy.

"So, uh..." The Salvo legend almost seemed nervous. "First off, Oi wanna apologize for slapping ya arse. Wasn't exactly polite of me."

I nodded, "I can accept your apology, but I must question, why did you do it?"

His face seemed to turn a light shade of pink. "Eh, couldn't help but do it. Nice arse, by the way~"

I then felt my own facial area go up in temperature. "That's irrelevant, Walter."

"Yeah, Oi know..." He replied. "But there's another issue Oi wanted to talk about..."

"Which would be?" I inquired.

Fuse was silent for a minute, and then said, "Ever since we first met, I couldn't help but fancy ya. You're moi type, and Oi honestly would like to spend some time with ya. So I wanted to know if you'd go out with me sometime?"

I held by a gasp. "Wh-What?" I put all effort into speaking clearly, but his offer caused me to have strange feelings.

Not like anything I've experienced. It's a strange sense. Warm and fuzzy. What does this mean?

"I...suppose that we could arrange a date." I confirmed to the older male.

His eye lit up. "Hell yeah, mate!" Walter gave me a thumbs up.

"I appreciate that you are trying to be respectful in terms of my personal space, but..." I removed my mask, and kissed his cheek. "You really don't need to."

"W-Woah mate..." He stuttered.

"But don't slap my ass again..." I reminded the pansexual male.