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"Man, you've got it bad...."
"You really don't feel good, do you?"
"Is it getting worse?" "Mmm...yeah."
"My stomach doesn't feel right..."
"It feels like someone is fucking stabbing my brain."
"Do you think you're just carsick?" "No, it started before we left."
"Is it really that bad?" "Yes, now leave me the fuck alone."
"Damn, you're so tense, babe."
"It hurts..."
"How'd this happen?" "I don't know, it just hurts. Please make it stop."
"I feel really sick."
"Please, just-urp-go away."
"Do you think it's something you ate?" "I don't know, my stomach just feels super queasy."
"You don't look so good..."
"Man, you look like shit." "Wow, thanks."
"I think I ate too much..."
"Are you going to throw up?" "No, it's not like that..."
"Shut up, I have a headache."
"Can you go get me an aspirin please?"
"Please, just stop working. You're going to overwork yourself."
"Oh god..."
"I feel really nauseous, (insert name here)."
"I think you're getting sick, love."
"Are you sure you're feeling okay, babe? You're awfully warm."
"Is it another migraine?"
"I think something's wrong..."
"Whoever gave me this bug, I'm going to fucking kill them."
"You're burning up."
"Why didn't you tell me yout felt so bad, dumbass?"
"I feel awful..."
"You're an idiot, you know that right?" "Mmm...I know."
Old Yukine sickfic
So I have this Yukine sickfic that I wrote a while back...
"So our job is to babysit this baby?" Yukine asked, staring strangely at the baby that was lying in its crib. Yato hummed in acknowledgment while he rubbed the five yen coin smoothly with his fingers. All was quiet as Yukine watched the baby, not exactly sure what to do. He didn't remember ever having to take care of anyone younger than himself, so he was totally new at this. But, he was glad that the baby didn't need anything just yet.
Yato was sitting in a brown leather chair, head resting in his hand, and his elbow rested on the armrests. He was exhausted, presumably from all the jobs he kept accepting. He was beginning to drift off when his phone began to vibrate in his pocket. The god sighed and pulled out his phone, not even bothering to check the caller ID.
"Hello, thank you for calling. Fast, affordable, and reliable, Delivery God Yato, at your service," he answered smoothly.
"Hey Yato." a familiar female voice greeted from the other end of the phone. It took Yato a moment to register who it was, but he smiled, realizing it was Hiyori. (Now, Yato didn't "love" Hiyori. He just thought she was really pretty, had an absolutely amazing personality, and was just completely and utterly amazing. Obviously nothing more than a friendly relationship.)
"Hey, what's up Hiyori?"
"I was just wondering if you and Yukine were still coming to Kofuku and Daikoku's house later," she asked. Yato's eyes widened. He had completely forgotten that the two were supposed to be at Lady Kofuku's house. He was about to reply when he felt a wave of pain wash over him but then settle in one spot. His head?
Is it a blight? the god wondered. Yato pressed a hand to the painful area, and when he looked at his hand, a purple bruise was spreading.
"Actually Hiyori, let me get back to you on that," Yato told her, wincing slightly. Hiyori agreed and he put his phone away. The god sighed, upset that he can't get one simple job done without something going wrong. Turning his attention towards the regalia sitting in the chair across from him, he noticed that the boy was holding the baby in his arms, both sleeping. Yato smiled but winced once again as he felt pain hit his stomach. What the heck is happening?
That's when he heard the groan come from the teenage boy.
"Yato, take the baby." the regalia mumbled. Yato probably wouldn't have heard it if he wasn't paying such close attention to him. Yukine looked extremely pale and his eyebrows were furrowed. Yato grabbed the baby into his arms and watched as the boy darted out of the chair. It wasn't long until he heard retching noises coming from the hallway near the baby's room. Yato mentally facepalmed. How could he have not been able to tell the regalia was sick? Maybe because he didn't know regalias could even get sick. But it's not his fault. His old regalia had never been sick in the short amount of time he had her.
"Yukine, you okay?" the god asked, slowly making his way towards the hallway, the baby not even squirming in his arms. It took a moment for Yukine to reply, as he was quite busy at the moment.
"Yeah, I just...urg...I don't know. I think it's just something I ate." the regalia replied, voice sounding strained and out of breath. Yato sighed, slightly irritated that he hadn't said anything about it when the pain started. He felt the baby move in his arms and whimper. 'Oh, not you too.' he internally groaned. He softly rocked the baby in an attempt to calm it down, and the baby quieted.
"Ugh, why don't you tell me anything? Well, what do you want to do? Do you wanna go back to Kofuku's place and rest there?" Yato asked, then winced as he heard a splash of liquid on liquid come from the bathroom.
"No no, I'll be okay. Just, ugh, just let me get this out of my system." Yukine groaned once the vomiting stopped. Yato rolled his eyes, knowing full well that the regalia was definitely sick and just trying to shrug it off. The god was beginning to grow tired of standing, so he places the baby gingerly into its crib and goes back to sit on the bigger couch. When he sat down, he felt a huge stab of pain come from his stomach which caused him to almost keel over.
"God Yukine, is it really that bad?" Yato groaned, clutching the painful area. Yukine just groaned in response, again, not understanding why the god was trying to talk to him when he was obviously busy trying to stop ejecting his stomach into the porcelain bowl.
Yato sat there, trying to ignore the random pangs of pain and waited for the boy to come out of the bathroom. Now, before you go ahead thinking that Yato was being a dick, he wasn't going to help the kid because by the way he didn't tell Yato about his discomfort in the first place, he could see that Yukine was the kind of person that didn't want to be fussed over and didn't want anyone to see him in such a weak state. So he was just helping the kid save energy that he didn't have on yelling at him for trying to help.
About five minutes later, he felt the couch dip and there sat the sickly regalia. His face was pale but his cheeks were incredibly flushed, making it look like he was blushing. His arms were gripped around his stomach. Yato sighed, throwing his hands behind his head.
"You really don't feel good, do you?" the god asked. Yukine hummed, confirming his statement.
"Well, how about I call Aiko and tell her we have to leave early. I'll just take you back to Kofuku's house." Yato reasoned. He knew Yukine didn't want to appear weak, but it looked (and felt) like the regalia was in a lot of pain, and probably just wanted to lie down in a place he was familiar with. Yukine looked reluctant, but when his stomach churned nauseatingly, he nodded, not wanting to vomit here anymore.
AT KOFUKU'S
The trip over to the poverty god’s home was...an experience. Yato didn’t even realize that using his power to get them to Kofuku’s would jostle Yukine’s stomach, which explains the vomit splattered all over his boots.
“Yatty what happened to Yukine-kun?!” Kofuku screeched at the sight of Yukine leaning heavily into Yato’s side, panting hard. Daikoku quickly followed behind with a string of curses leaving his mouth. He assisted Yukine by pulling him onto his back and waited for the explanation.
“The kid’s sick with some stomach bug. Could you get him a bucket or something? I’m gonna run out and get some medicine.” Yato summarized, rubbing his hand over his neck, feeling the burn of a blight. Kofuku still looked extremely worried, but nodded and motioned Daikoku inside. Sighing, the god wondered where he could find stomach medicine…
Black Butler
This story was posted on my AO3. I hope you enjoy it :)
"Young Master, it seems you have caught a bad case of the stomach flu." the tall butler diagnosed, standing tall in the doorway of the young heir's bathroom. Ciel coughed into the toilet, only bringing up more stomach acid.
"Don't you think I can see that?" the child groaned, wiping his mouth with the napkin handed to him by Sebastian. Ciel had woken up that morning racing towards the bathroom, barely making it in time to vomit up his dinner from the night before. He didn't know what had brought it on so suddenly though, but he assumed it was just a virus he had picked up from someone in the town they were in yesterday. So now he sat leaned against his bathtub, head pounding and stomach convulsing, feeling absolutely miserable.
The boy groaned once again as his stomach lurched and pressed a hand firmly on his midsection. He put his head on his knees as he pulled them up to his chest. Ciel whimpered quietly. He really wasn't comfortable with showing so much vulnerability in front of someone as insignificant as his butler, but right now, he was in too much pain to care.
"Would you like anything, My Lord?" Sebastian asked. Ciel mumbled something about taking him to bed, and the butler obliged. He carefully scooped up the boy into his arms and walked him over to the king sized bed. After he laid him down, he swiftly checked his temperature. He was too warm for it to be considered anywhere near normal. so he called up Meyrin to bring up some painkillers.
"Sebastian, what did I have on my schedule for today?" Ciel asked, throwing an arm over his eyes as he laid back on his bed.
"You were to be a special guest at Lady Elizabeth's ball, attend a meeting at Her Majesty's manor to fill them in on past claims, and finish the case from yesterday." Sebastian summarized. Ciel groaned. He knew he shouldn't be going anywhere in his state, but there was so much that he had to do today. Sebastian should know that his Master wouldn't be staying in bed with all that was on his plate.
"Honestly, I can't just not show up to those things. Ughhh, just please tell Her Majesty I'll be showing up a bit late, and inform Elizabeth that I won't be staying long. We'll finish the cases later." the boy strategized. Sebastian nodded in confirmation before heading out of the room to make the calls. Meyrin shows up moments later with Ciel's medication. He pops them into his mouth and immediately falls asleep.
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Sebastian swiftly placed a hand on his Master's forehead. He was beginning to get slightly worried because when he had woken the boy up to get ready for Her Majesty's meeting, he seemed extremely reluctant, and just overall out of it. He hadn't thrown up at all after taking the medication, but Ciel did tell him that his stomach was still not feeling great and that he still had a massive headache.
What worried Sebastian the most was the fact that the young heir actually fell asleep in his lap during the ride to the manor. Ciel had never shown any signs of such vulnerability or show that he was, in fact, a child.
He removed his hand when he felt that the fever showed no signs of letting up, but it hasn't increased either. He turned his head towards the window to see if they were anywhere near Her Majesty's manor. Nope. Still, about half an hour left. The butler then heard a gurgling noise. He looked down into his lap and saw Ciel's faces scrunch up in pain, and he began to subconsciously curl up on himself. Was that his stomach? Sebastian wondered. It happened again, and this caused Ciel to whimper and wrap his arms around his midsection.
"Mmm...Sebastian." the boy moaned, (not in a sexual way you pervs).
"What is it, My Lord?" the butler responded. Ciel turned to face Sebastian's stomach.
" 'm really nauseous." Sebastian sighed. He didn't know what he should do. How can you get rid of nausea in a moving carriage? He did the only thing he could think of. He moved Ciel's hands from his stomach and replaced them with his. Then he began to put slight pressure on it.
"Does that help, Young Master?" he asked. Ciel moaned in confirmation. "We'll be there soon. Would you like me to tell Her Majesty's butler that you are unable to attend?" the butler asked. Normally, he wouldn't care about this kind of thing, but it looks like Ciel was in a considerable amount of pain. It even crossed his mind that maybe a visit from a doctor should come into play in the near future.
"No, I'll be fine. Just, ugh, make sure you stay near me," he replied, groaning in pain. All he wanted to do right now is vomit, just to clear the nausea, and he wanted to go home and curl up in his bed. But, being the heir of a big company, there is no time to simply take the day off. Sebastian didn't reply, slightly frustrated about his master being so utterly stubborn. The carriage ride was quiet until they finally reached the manor.
Her Majesty's butler Ash met the pair as soon as they were at the doors of the manor. Ciel had somehow found composure and was able to stay somewhat coherent during the first half of the meeting. He had shown no signs of illness, except for the thin layer of sweat that had formed on his forehead and the constant blush on his cheeks. They were served bread rolls, as it was about lunch time, and Sebastian had urged Ciel to eat one, knowing he hadn't eaten since last night. All the boy could do was tear apart the bread, then push it aside, not eating any of it.
But, about halfway through, his nausea had come back full force, and the earl was struggling to keep down whatever was left in his stomach.
"Her Majesty would like to know your input on the recent cases you've been getting," Ash announced from the opposite end of the table, a sheet of paper in front of him, presumably the questions the Queen wanted him to ask. Ciel nodded slightly, but the action made his head pound. He felt something snake it's way up his throat, and he placed the back of his hand to his mouth and burped wetly. He could feel Sebastian's concerned stare come from behind him, but he chose to ignore it, instead sliding a hand up his shirt and rubbing the irritatable area.
"Well, I believe most of these cases have been thoroughly planned out and executed exactly as they were planned. None of these crimes were accidents." he summarized quickly, feeling that if he talked anymore, he would vomit all over the table. Ash nodded as if urging him to go on. Ciel gulped, trying to fight the next wave of nausea. It was quite obvious to anyone that he wasn't well at this point, so he was ever so grateful that Sebastian had spoken up for him and finished the young heir's thoughts. At this point, the teen tuned out what his butler was saying and focused solely on keeping his stomach where it belongs. He burped once again as his stomach bubbled under his hand.
"Furthermore, we believe-" Sebastian was cut off as he heard a rather loud retch come from His Master's mouth. Ciel had clamped a hand over his mouth in an attempt to hold back the vomit, and his arm was wrapped around his middle.
"Oh dear, is he alright?" Ash asked, standing up to get a better look at what was going on. Sebastian moved next to Ciel and rubbed his back soothingly, telling him to breathe through it. The sickly boy groaned as he finally got rid of the nausea. He placed his head on the table in front of him. Sebastian slid his hand under the boy's shirt to check the temperature from his back and sighed, feeling his fever had increased dramatically.
"I'm afraid my master isn't feeling well at the moment." the butler summarized, looking warily at Ciel who was utterly close to crying. The white-haired butler cooed and made his way to Ciel. He leaned down and told him that he should go home and get some rest, and he'll just tell Her Majesty that they finished up quickly. Ciel nodded gratefully and stood up, wavering on his feet before Sebastian simply swooped him up onto his back.
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"Why didn't you tell me you felt worse, Young Master?" the butler asked the boy who was laying in his lap once again, curled in on himself. Ciel groaned, not wanting to be interrogated at the moment.
"I don't know. It just came up suddenly, and I thought I could hold it down," he answered. Sebastian sighed, something he'd been doing a lot today. The two were headed straight to Lady Elizabeth's house, thinking maybe Ciel could just stay a little for some one-on-one time with his fiance, then when the guests started arriving he could head home.
Since the heir hadn't actually vomited at the meeting, he still felt extremely nauseous and his stomach wouldn't stop grumbling to him, telling him how upset it really was. He muffled a nauseous burp for about the fifth time in the past ten minutes. Then he felt gloved hand settle on his belly and start to rub in soothing circles.
"Get some rest, Ciel," Sebastian told the boy. Ciel hummed and drifted off to sleep, slipping by the fact that his butler called him by his real name.
"Welcome, Earl Phantomhive." Paula greeted giddily after another butler opened the carriage door. She loves when Elizabeth's fiance comes over because he's always bringing that handsome butler of his along too. She also loves seeing Lady Elizabeth so happy. But when she sees Sebastian helping Ciel out of the carriage as if he was incapable of doing so, she became worried.
"Lord Phantomhive, are you alright?" she asked. The boy was leaning heavily on his walking cane and he looked a sickly shade of pale. Sebastian stood right behind him, eyeing his master warily. He nodded.
"Where's Lizzie?" he asked, looking up at the maid. Paula had to keep herself from gasping. His eyes were so glossed over and rimmed with red, presumably from fever. The flush on his cheeks was extremely prominent, and were those tears? Overall, he looked extremely ill, and he shouldn't be trying to attend this ball with Elizabeth. One reason is for her safety and his, the other reason because Lady Elizabeth can be extremely hyperactive and a bit overbearing when she's excited, and this ball will make her even more excited than usual.
"L-Lady Elizabeth is in the dining room." Ciel thanked her and made his way into the manor, the two servants following close behind. "Is he okay?" Paula asked Sebastian, losing all nervousness she usually had when in the presence of the tall butler. All her worry was zoned in on the sickly boy. Ciel was like her other master. She treats him as if she was his maid and seeing him like this worries her. She wonders why Sebastian would let his master go out in this state.
"My Lord is quite ill." the butler says shortly as they walk through the ballroom and get closer to the dining room. The two appeared just in time to hear Lady Elizabeth squealing at the sight of her fiance.
"Ciel! Why don't you visit me anymore? I thought you weren't gonna show up! You didn't even get dressed!" she rambled. Elizabeth didn't even seem to notice the sickly complexion of her fiance. Sebastian ignored her one-sided banter and focused on Ciel. The heir had a hand slid up his shirt, obviously trying to settle it somehow. The queasy look etched into his face and the burp he had tried to conceal told Sebastion he had to get Ciel out of there quickly.
"Excuse me Miss Elizabeth, but Master Ciel isn't feeling his best at the moment, so-" Sebastian was interrupted by a rather harsh burp tearing out of the fourteen year old's throat followed by the sound of liquid on the solid ground. A rather horrified shriek came from Elizabeth as she stared at Ciel vomit on the wooden ground.
Chaos tore through the manor. Elizabeth stood there in shock while continuing to scream and ask panicked questions, Paula tried to move Elizabeth away from the puddle developing, and Sebastian tried to keep Ciel upright. The force of each gag made it harder and harder for him to stand up, so he was somewhat grateful for his butler's support. The force of each gag made it harder and harder for him to stand up, so he was somewhat grateful for his butler's support.
How embarrassing. Ciel though between gags. Throwing up in front of his fiance and the servants was not how he'd wanted this to go. After a while, his gagging turned into dry heaves, and the dry heaves turned into gasping breaths. He didn't dare look up, knowing everyone's concerned eyes will be on him. Instead, he settled for consulting his butler, eyes focused on the ground that was swaying dangerously under him.
"Please take me home, Sebastian."
With his arm steady around his master's waist, he quickly guided Ciel away from the mess while informing everyone that the Earl will be fine with a little rest and medicine.
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On the carriage ride back to the manor, it seems Ciel had let his entire facade drop. The boy curled in on himself, leaning his pounding head against the window. Cramps still racked through his small frame, making him have to massage the aching organ. Sebastian left the boy alone, knowing he most certainly is not in the mood to speak about this to anyone at the moment.
Making it back to the manor, completely ignoring Meyrin and the others, the two made their way upstairs, Sebastian gingerly tucking the boy in bed. If they had only stopped to listen to Meyrin's warning that Prince Sama was paying a surprise visit...
But we'll save that tale for another day ;)
I'm so excited to get to know your blog! How about a story where Claire gets sick before a match and Harper can see it, and tries to talk her out of it but fails? And maybe halfway through the match, Claire has to throw up and either runs off or does so in the ring.
Thanks so much for the request! Sorry this took so long and ended up so short. I hope you enjoy!
Story under the cut :)
It felt like a cloud was hanging over her eyes. She tries to focus on the padded fist that was flying towards her. It was getting harder and harder to concentrate on the match at hand. Harper’s voice echoed in her fogged mind over and over again. “Claire, this is a really bad idea. You obviously don’t feel well. You can skip one match, can’t you?”
And damn, was her girlfriend right.
Claire panted, feeling the sweat roll down her forehead. Her lungs felt tight and her belly was bubbling ominously. She knows she’s going to throw up, and she knows she doesn’t want it to be here. But she can’t just forfeit the fight. That’s not at all a Claire thing to do. That would also make all of her efforts to tough it out worth nothing.
She dodges the fist that was approaching her, and swiftly lands a kick to her opponents calf. The girl lands hard on her ass, and it takes a couple moments for her to get up.
Claire takes these moments to try and catch her breath but wasn’t paying attention to the blow that was surely about to knock the wind out of her. Except, when it hit, it didn’t only knock the wind out of her, it brought up a thick flow of her meager breakfast and stomach acid along with it.
She saw the girl across from her step back, allowing Claire to fall hard on her knees and pull her gloves off. She was trying to breathe but the air just wasn’t coming. What did come was her insides up and out of her throat.
The audience went quiet as Clair retched, letting out all the grossness that had been fucking up her stomach for the past few hours. She could feel the disgusted gaze of her opponent but chose to ignore it. (I mean damn you don’t have to look you know). The small familiar hand that began rubbing circles onto her sweat soaked back was practically a godsend.
“C’mon babe, just…let it out. I guess it’s too late to get out of this one isn’t it?” Harper chuckled sadly. Thank God for her girlfriend. Claire hates the sweet caretaking things most people do in these situations, but Harper is always there to make sure that doesn’t happen.
“I uh…I really shoulda listened to ya Harp.” Claire panted, gripping harder onto her stomach. Harper couldn’t help the deep blush creeping up onto her cheeks.
Harper cleared her throat, trying to regain her composure. “Yeah, well now you know you should listen to me more often. Now, do you wanna get cleaned up so we can go home?”
Claire shook her head. “I can’t just leave H. All these people.”
“All these people can suck it. Let’s go.” And I guess that’s the end of that.