Random X Reader Sickfics

Sick!Lucifer Morningstar X Reader

A/n: My OC has 2 children so in this one shot you do too, feel free to change that tho.

Lucifer was just inviting the second person to his impromptu party at Lux when his stomach lurched harshly for the third time this morning. He had to take several slow deep breaths to ensure that he would not see his dinner again.

He was starting to worry he contracted an illness when his stomach flipped again but that wasn't possible, he was THE DEVIL for hell's sake! There was no way he could be taken down by a puny human illness.

He was happy when (y/n) walked in 15 minutes later, that would be a good distraction for his discomfort. He grabbed his suit jacket and followed his girlfriend back to the elevator. They had planned a lowkey movie night at (y/n)'s house which would be perfect for him right now.

The car ride over was really testing his stomach as each bump and turn came close to sending it back up his throat and he was eternally grateful when they finally pulled into her driveway. He unbuckled his seat belt and slid out of the stuffy car, enjoying the breath of fresh air before following his girlfriend into her house. He plopped down on the couch as she instructed while (y/n) ran around the house gathering various blankets, pillows, and snacks.

Once she had all her items she joined her boyfriend on the living room couch. It was his turn to pick the movie since she picked it last time and Lucifer ended up selecting some random cheesy rom-com which was unfortunately typical. 😔 (y/n) gets up once more to put the movie in the settles in, throwing the blanket over the both of them:

This is when she got the first hint at his condition. Sure he was the king of hell and everything fiery, but for the most part, he still functioned as a human, meaning his temperature was way too high to be normal. (y/n) kept her thoughts to herself, knowing he would never will you admit to catching a human illness so that was something his body usually had to do for him.

Next, she noticed the choked, almost strangled sounding coughs he was trying his hardest to stifle but was failing miserably. She gently rubs his back as the next cough was a lot more forceful and he couldn't stifle it. He hacked harshly behind a handkerchief, completely giving up on hiding his condition from his girlfriend.

The next cough deepened abruptly into a gag, and Lucifer's swollen eyes widened behind his silk handkerchief. Years of maternal instinct prompted (y/n) to grab the nearest receptacle off the table (aka an empty popcorn bowl still sitting there from earlier) and rush over to hold it for him just in time. The next cough was harsh, wrenching his stomach tightly, and he finally succumbed to defeat with a heaving retch that doubled him over the bowl held beneath his chin.

Lucifer heaved all the fancy meals he had eaten within the last 24 hours back out into the plastic bowl, cringing at how much worse the action made him feel. The only thing keeping him together at the moment was (y/n) soothing touch against his feverish skin, he swore she always knew exactly the right thing to do to soothe him. When he got a break in between sick spells he dashed off to the bathroom, (y/n) not far behind.

"There you go Luci, get it all up. You're doing great." He heard her tender voice echo into his ear as he finished throwing up another round into the toilet.  Thankfully, he seemed to have brought up most of his stomach contents, but his body still attempted to expel more, the reflex still gripping him in its horrible holding pattern – dry heave, gasp, cough, dry heave, repeat.

(Y/n)'s soothing whispers and gentle hand rubbing his back was the only thing keeping Lucifer from giving in and letting everything go dark. They sat there repeating that same vicious cycle for 20 minutes before (y/n) finally decided he'd be better off in her bed with a trash bin. She carefully moved him down the hall towards the back of her house, slowly making their way towards the bedroom.

Once they finally made it, (Y/n) gently set Lucifer down on the mattress wasting no time also putting a trash bin next to him. She next walks out to go grab some water and a cold rag. When she has the two items she walks back to her sick boyfriend, placing the cold cloth down on the back of his neck and the water on her bedside table for later if he felt up to it. She carefully sits down next to him and places a tender hand on his back gingerly rubbing in circular motions. He lays his heavy head down on her shoulder letting his eyes slide shut.

I heard his breathing even out indicating he was asleep so I carefully laid him fully down on the bed. I gently set the cold rag down on his overheating forehead then move my hand to his sweat-soaked locks, gingerly raking my fingers through them. I continue this the whole time he's asleep.

Lucifer manages to rest from 1 pm til 7 pm but once the clock reached 7, his stomach was no longer content with staying in place and letting him sleep peacefully. He shoves (Y/n)'s hands out of the way and leans over the side of the bed, retching loudly. He soon found out he wasn't actually empty as his stomach managed to heave up at least 5 rounds of sick, he lost count around 3 so he honestly had no clue how much was actually leaving his body. All he could feel for certain right now was (Y/n)'s hand rubbing the same soothing circles across his lurching back.

He doesn't remember much of what happens next. According to (Y/n) he passed out, all he does know was when he opened his eyes it felt like his skull was splitting in two and his insides had just been put through 10 loopy rollercoasters. He didn't know what the hell this human illness was, however, what he did know was that whoever gave him this dreaded disease better run very far very fast before he found out.

A/n: Welp I hope yall enjoyed, please leave more requests! BYEEE!!!

~Luna