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[noctuascion]

ok ok actual prompt: crypto is being a stinky nerd in his room not eating and mirage lures him out by making some nice food. smooching ensues

I wub,,,,, Ty,,,,,,,,,,,, for the wonderful prompt;;;;;

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Yet another fruitless search through files gathered from various sources, no information gathering holding any value other than if Park wanted to host a trivia night on the Syndicate's favorite brand of coffee. He sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose in irritation and fatigue. Hours spent with nothing to show for it aside from an empty stomach and extra bags under his eyes.

Elliott had been in his room ten minutes ago, attempting to coax him out to get something in him, that it wouldn't get him anywhere to just waste away in his room; it would be bad for matches, and, whilst he agreed on that front, he couldn't bring himself to tear his eyes away from his computer screen, couldn't find any time to leave his room and seek out sustenance. When Park said he was fine, Elliott let out a despaired sigh, leaving his boyfriend alone.

Park couldn't deny he felt a little bad. Elliott probably just wanted to eat dinner with him, talk about his day and help the hacker with these horribly self-destructive tendencies. His habit of destroying his own body via starvation was one out of despair, of desperation to fade away from the world as soon as everything was done, that his ending would be cold and bitter, that everyone else would have a place in the new world he had created through his actions.

Elliott, however, changed all of that. He was his happy ending, and he was where he belonged in the new world. It gave him hope that he could live happily. Still, habits die hard, and forgoing necessities, at times, was more out of simple habit than on purpose. It made the trickster worry, and he hated that—making his other half worry so much about him. He wasn't worth worrying over so much.

His attention finally broke from his computer when he felt strong hands massage his shoulders, startling him just a bit, but the sensation was so familiar that he was able to relax almost immediately.

The other leaned down a bit, pressing a simple kiss to his ear, and whispered, "Hey, sweetheart."

"Elliott—"

Elliott shushed him, and he would've been offended were it anyone else. "You've been working almost all day. You've skipped every meal, including brunch, and I don't think you want to skip dinner."

"And why is that?"

"I made bibimbap," the trickster singsonged.

He did really like the dish, and he could see why the other had selected it; it hit a good portion of the necessary food groups, so Park would get at least some nutrition. And he knew, if he was looking at Elliott, the other would be making those puppy eyes at him, which would easily break him and he'd end up complying instantly.

But he did look into those puppy eyes, and he did break, instantly, and he was releasing a tired groan, reaching out to close everything, shut his computer off and make sure no one could access what he was working on. Elliott looked incredibly pleased with himself, pressing an affectionate kiss to Park's temple and giving his shoulder a gentle pat.

"Thank you, darling."

The hacker smiled tiredly, moving to rise from his seat, Elliott only centimeters behind him. "Anything for you, you nuisance."

Arms wrapped snugly around Park's waist, a head coming up to rest on his shoulder and lips pressing firmly against his cheek this time, endearingly squishing it, something the other seemed strangely fond of doing. He never bothered asking why—he simply chalked it up to that strangeness he was so fond of.

"Y'know you love me! You wouldn't let me touch you if you didn't!"

"Hmm… The jury is still out on that one, dear."

"Oh, is it now?"

"I'd say so."

"Well…" Elliott suddenly hoisted the other up, hearing a surprised laugh escape his lover, drawing forth one of his own, "looks like I'll just have to love and care for you until the day the jury comes back."

"Put me down—!"

"Can't hear you, heartbreaker—we're going to the kitchen!"

Elliott knew there were a lot of aspects about Park that were broken, like a vase shattered by someone's carelessness. But, piece by piece, he was putting him back together, a few shards missing, but he was still beautiful, despite the cracks, the chipped paint. He was breathtaking, his smile whole and eyes warm. He was Elliott's everything, and the days he was worse off, the days where he refused to eat and the days he couldn't get out of bed, were the days he remained glued to his side, trying his best for the only other person who made him know what love was like.

He was fixing Park, and, in a way, strangely enough, perhaps he was being fixed, too.

Once they were in the dining room, Elliott set Park by his chair, the other suppressing his laughter and having given up on attempting to escape the other's hold the moment he passed the threshold of his room, carrying him like he weighed nothing. The trickster gestured to the bowl on the table, his usual bright smile adorning his visage.

"Enjoy!"

Park looked over the meal, head tilted to the side. The bibimbap was still warm, still steaming, silverware placed on either side of it. However, there was another plate set beside it, a rather tempting looking brownie set upon it. In a glass was chamomile tea, likely for the hacker's constant state of stress and insomnia. He suspected the brownie was incentive to eat, which he had no qualms against, but, frankly, he was beginning to feel a little guilty.

"You do a lot for someone that doesn't make an effort," he muttered without really realizing it, suddenly being spun around by an incredulous Elliott.

"Hey, what does that mean?" he inquired, tone lacking any anger, only really laced with concern.

"You're always making so many attempts for me to improve my health." Park shrugged, gaze downcast. "Yet I'm not exactly quick to change my habits. It just seems childish on my part."

"It's not—babe." Elliott slipped a hand under Park's chin, raising it just slightly so they were meeting gazes. "Healing isn't gonna happen just like that. It takes time to get better, and I know that." His smile appeared sad now, brows gently furrowed. "If it takes a lifetime to make you happy, make you healthy, then I'm willing to spend the rest of my life with you, doing just that." He drew the other into a hug, yet another kiss pressed against the hacker's forehead. "You do the same for me just by being here."

"I bet I could do more."

"You could, but I'm not asking you to."

"But I didn't ask you to either."

"But—"

A finger was placed on Elliott's lips, silencing him. "Eat dinner with me. After that, we can do that thing you always wanted."

Elliott's mouth dropped as Park's finger slipped away, a knowing smile crossing the hacker's sharp features. "Really? You really mean it? We can do the thing?"

Park nodded his head.

"Yes! I've always wanted to paint your nails! Which color do you like? I can do yellow or green—or any color, really, but I want to know what color you want!"

Healing was a long, arduous journey, but Park wouldn't mind walking that road with Elliott at his side, the other's sunny disposition hiding the demons he had; he'd be there for the other, every step of the way, however he can.

#apex legends #crypto #tae joon park #mirage #elliott witt #cryptage #lenardo does a write #hmmm not sure how i feel about this one #idk fellas what's the consensus #chdjkww #ty for the ask tho !!! #chini always with my favorite prompts