BLACK CLOVER SCENARIOS/ ONE SHOTS

WHEN THEY'RE SICK

Asta: 

You were walking with Asta when he suddenly let out a sneeze followed by a series of coughing. You stop with him, giving him a look that basically said you weren't playing around.

"Let's go Asta." You say grabbing his wrist and dragging him back to the hideout. 
"What? Why?"
"You're getting sick. Let's take care of it before it gets worse."
"I'm not getting sick. It was just a cough"

"Who sneezes and then coughs like that? Sick people."

Asta sighs, not going to argue with you any more knowing that if he did he could get hurt plus he was feeling a little tired down. 

When you got him into bed, you felt his forehead feeling that was was a little warm. 
"You're running a small fever. I'll be right back." You say leaving the room. 

Asta just smiles at you, watching you leave. He was grateful that he had someone to take care of him. 
That smile soon left his face when he saw you walk in with multiple stuff in your arms. He didn't know how you were able to carry a bowl of water, some food, a towel and medicine all the same time. 

The thing he was frowning at was the medicine. He did not like medicine. 

"Okay, lets take the medicine first." You say after placing down all the stuff you grabbed. 

Asta immediately grabs his blanket and pulls it over himself so you couldn't see him. 
You just stared at him for a moment, not believing that he was acting so childish.

"Asta."
"What." 
"Come out."
"No." 

You sigh and think of an idea. You make sure Asta couldn't see you and put the right amount of medicine into his soup hoping that it would work. 

"Okay, I'm putting the medicine away." You say to him and he slowly peeks his head out seeing if you were telling the truth. 

"Here," you say placing a damp towel on his forehead after removing his head band. 
"I also made you soup." You say grabbing the soup that you just poured the medicine in. 

You basically fed him, making sure he had every single last drop before smiling at him.

"Your soup tasted weird, but thank you for taking care of me." He says laying back down. 
"Hmm, medicine does tend to make soup taste weird." 

Asta looks at you, a look full of betrayal. He couldn't believe you tricked him to taking medicine. 

You just happily hum, proud of yourself. You lean down placing a kiss on your cheek. 
"I hope you feel better. I'll see you in a bit." You say before leaving him alone in his room. 

Fuegoleon: 

"(y/n)...." Fuegoleon whines as he grabs onto your wrist. 
"Yes?" 
"Stay with me." 

You sigh looking at him. His face was flushed red with a fever, sweat basically rolling off of him even though he was complaining that he was cold. He had dark purple marks underneath his eyes and his eyes were a bit droopy. Yes, the captain of the Crimson Lions was sick. He had demanded that you would take care of him and not some doctor. 

"How am I supposed to take care of you if you won't let me." 
"I don't care. I want you with me." He says. 

Who knew that Fuegoleon could be such a baby when it came to being sick.

"How about this. You take your medicine then I'll lay down with you for awhile." 

Fuegoleon's eyes lit up at your offer and he nodded his head. You grab the said medicine and a spoon filling it up. He takes his medicine with out any problem. You were glad that you had grabbed the drowsy kind so he hopefully he would be knocked out soon.