I just got hit with one of the worst stomach bugs I think I've had in a while so to ease my suffering could we get a little something about what your OCs would do to help their sick s/o?
I really hope you get better soon dear, being sick absolutely sucks.
For this you aren't his S/O yet only because I'm still figuring out when and what that would look like- but there is definitely progress with him as he is not as big of an asshole as before.
Leviathan x Mc/reader
With a briefly The guardian
Waking up, you felt awful. The throat was aching like it had been stung by bees. It didn't help with hells volcanic like air as the guardian put it. What is worse is that you hadn't slept a wink. It felt like your bed was either too hot or too cold. Breathing felt like a chore, while your wings ached like they had been flying nonstop. You wish you were in heaven at times like this; Uriel would always be the go-to for when you felt like this, but alas you were in hell. The next best thing was the king of envy himself, Lord leviathan.
You were scheduled for a meeting today with him anyways. But alas, your body didn't want to cooperate. Every single time you so much as tried to move your body would revolt. Even so much as moving a finger hurts like hot needles being pressed into your joints. Safe to say you could not move. No matter how much force you put in, your body simply didn't listen.
A three knock nearly made you jump out of your skin; you knew that knock. It was the guardians. You had to answer... “You may enter-” you managed to croak out. The door creaked open to ravel a tall angel, his signature mask on, long white sleeves hanging off of his arms, though his white shirt did little to hide his chest, but you weren't supposed to admire as he didn't like being “looked at like an animal” he said. As if he immediately sensed your illness. He simply picked you up with his strong beefy arms and teleported you straight to leviathans' office. Not caring about what the sin would think.
Golen light engulfed you both as you took the fast route. Effectively scaring the shit out of the green and blue haired man who was precisely working peacefully. What sounded like an Eldridge summon came out before he looked at what or who had dared to disturb him. “Of course, all of you angel are rude...” Leviathan grumbled under his breath as he glared at The two of you. “You are aware there is such a thing as a door, Correct? Pray tell, does that mask of yours limit your vison or do you think your to high for using common curtesy.” He sneers at the guardian who doesn't respond, only looking down at you still very much sick and still very much in his arms. Leviathan follows his gaze and sighs. Slight clicking was heard from the sin, not clicking of the tongue, clicking of fingers on a keyboard. Most likley to call for his subordinates for a room and equipment.
“They're in capable hands angel; you can leave now.” Leviathan spoke, looking at the one still holding you. “I will leave when i see such capability-” He was rudely interrupted when leviathan quickly picked you up from the guardian's arms and then summoned a portal, leaving the angel all by himself.
Arriving in the room was kind of surreal; the color scheme was light blue and white, kind of like Uriel's hospital back in heaven. It tasted a little like heaven.
Surprisingly, he was gentle as he set you down on the bed. He hasn't said a single nastily comment to you since you arrived, only directing them to the guardian, which is fairly normal. But to you he was almost kind? Even though he didn't say anything to you, it was probably for the best. Even mindful of your wings as he imidiently got to work. “What are your symptoms?” He asked suddenly, looking down at you on the bed. “Aches and pains, runny nose, and some slight coughs-” “So the usual” “Leviathan interrupted, he probably already knew what you were feeling but wanted to hear it from you. “Yes Sir.” The father of the merfolk hummed in acknowledgement Before handing you a small bottle. “Drink this. Now I'm hoping you have enough braincells to know come to me and not wait hmm?” He said in a slightly sarcastic tone. Crud, he knew you were sick before. So much for that, you suppose.
Drinking the light blue liquid actually didn't taste bad, not the best but could have been worse. Eyelids are growing heavier by the second. “Idiot.” You heard the sin say before closing your eyes with the final sight being him looking worried for you and what felt like a kiss on your forehead before sleep finally took you.