Mark Grayson x Latina Reader!
TW: sfw and pure fluff :3
Synopsis: When your boyfriend gets sick, you volunteer to look after him, and what better way to cure him than with unbridled affection and passed-down home remedies?
(Featuring remedies my grandma and mom would make me while I was sick)
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Mark has faced countless villains, his own father, Conquest, and even variants of himself!
But nothing could have prepared him for his biggest challenge yet.
With his mom and Oliver gone for who knows how long, Mark was left to fend for himself.
He was miserable, absolutely miserable! His nose was congested, his throat was scratchy, his head hurt, and he was freezing! Mark lay shivering on the couch, wrapped in a blanket, surrounded by tissues.
He didn’t even know how he got sick, he thought Viltrumites were immune to getting sick! Well..full blooded Viltrumites anyways.
He cursed his human genes.
He just wanted his sinuses to be clear and cuddle with you and kiss you without worrying about contaminating you!
As he was wallowing in his misery, the front door opened and his gaze was immediately drawn to the person who came through.
Hearing that your poor boyfriend was sick, you made it your mission to take care of him.
Mark’s eyes lit up immediately.
“I heard someone was a sick.” You said concern seeping through your voice.
“Babe you have no idea…sniff…I feel like I’m dying.” He groaned, his head hitting the pillow.
“Well, now I'm here to take care of you.” You set your bag down on the table and walked over to where Mark was lying.
Gingerly, you placed the back of your hand on his forehead. Mark shivered at the contact, his burning skin warm against your flesh.
You winced, definitely a fever. "You just stay put, I'll get some cold towels."
You rummaged for some small cotton towels and drenched them in cold water before wringing them out.
You made your way back to Mark and removed the blanket from his chest, sliding his shirt up.
"Whoa there, babe...sniff...at least buy me dinner first." Mark joked before wincing as the cool towel made contact with his warm skin.
You looked at him apologetically. He really did look pale and weak. "Mark, have you even eaten at all?"
He shook his head, "(Name), I've been living on tea and honey-lemon cough drops."
"You know how about I make you caldo? It's a go-to sick food for me, and I think it'd benefit your immune system."
"Ugh...sniff...yes please, I'm so hungry." He looked at you gratefully.
You walked to the kitchen, grabbed a pot, and filled it with water. While it was boiling, you chopped up potatoes, zucchini, cabbage, garlic, onion, cilantro, and corn.
Adding it to the boiling water, you seasoned it with chicken bouillon, salt, and garlic powder. Separately, you cooked chicken until it was barely done and dropped it into the pot with the other vegetables.
The smell alone brought a lot of nostalgia and made you hungry.
Scooping it into a bowl, you walked back to where Mark was and sat next to him. You removed the towels from his chest and forehead noticing that his fever went down.
"I can't smell the best, but that soup smells and looks really good." His mouth watered.
"You're pretty weak, so I don't mind feeding you." You gently blew on the soup before holding the spoon to his lips.
Mark eagerly drank up the soup, groaning in pleasure. "(Name), that tastes so good." If he wasn't thinking about making you his wife, he definitely was now. "You're an angel...sniff…please marry me."
You smiled, glad that Mark was enjoying your cooking. "In the future, Mark, in the future."
He smiled giddily at the thought. However, his thoughts about you, were interrupted by a coughing fit. “Fuck, I hate being sick. My nose is runny and my throat hurts and I can barely breathe.”
You thought for a moment. “Actually I have something perfect for that.” You dug through your bag pulling out a small dark blue jar with a green lid.
Mark looked confused “What is that?”
“The cure to all human illnesses. Vicks VapoRub.” You held the jar like it was more precious than diamonds.
“And how exactly is that going to make me feel better?” He questioned.
“Just sit back and let me work.” You scooped out some of the medicinal jelly rubbing it over Mark’s chest and back.
“What the heck why is that actually working?”
“I told you it’s the cure to all human ailments.” You put some on a q-tip and smoothed it below his nostrils.
Mark took in a huge whiff, his sinuses clearing up a little. “I can finally breathe! That thing is a lifesaver.”
You put the jar away and cleaned your hands.
“Thank you for taking care of me (Name), I was dying without you.” He groaned.
You kissed his cheek softly, his skin warm but not feverish.
Mark missed your affection so much. He wanted more than just a kiss on the cheek, but it was probably for the best that he kept his distance.
“Any other remedies for this sore throat? And don’t tell me cough drops.” After this, he was staying away from all things honey-lemon flavored.
“Well there is a drink that really helps with that, but you’re not going to like it. It’s probably worse than cough drops.”
He looked at you to continue
“It’s a tea made from onion, garlic, ginger, lemon, and honey.” You described a tea that sounded like torture to drink.
Mark’s eyes widened “(Name), please don’t tell me you’re going to make me drink that! Please don’t! I’ll eat all my cough drops and soup! I’ll rest for as long as you want! Just don’t make me drink that!”
“I’m sorry Mark, but if you want to get better, Im making you that tea.” When it came to your poor boyfriend’s health, you’d make him drink straight up gasoline if it cured him.
Mark groaned, it was going to be a long day.
