Random X Reader Sickfics

Sick!Zuko X Reader

A/n: ✨Book 3 Zuko✨ that is all, enjoy. Oh and also I don't like Katara, just a personal opinion, so like don't get pissy.

Zuko woke with a start. He flew into the sitting position, eyes wide, sweat crawling over every inch of his body. Why had he—

Zuko clutched his stomach. It was doing summersaults, churning in pain, ah that's why. He threw his blanket off of his legs carefully rising to his feet. His mouth was watering and his legs were shaking, he knew what was coming. Zuko took a few steps out of the small tent and got sick in the grass.

His knees gave way as he sat in the grass, breathing heavily, excess saliva falling freely from his lips. His fingers had a few blades of grass in a death grip as spit continued dripping from his mouth as Zuko waits to puke again. His stomach gave another 3 harsh lurches and he was finally sick again. When the fire bender was sure he was done, for now, he stood slowly, legs still wobbly, and carefully began heading back to his tent.

He entered as quietly as possible, hoping not to wake his presumably sleeping girlfriend. It was futile action however as (Y/n) had already been woken up from Zuko abruptly sprinting from the tent. When he laid back down on their shared futon, she finally got a good look at him. Zuko was extremely pale, sweating coating all his showing skin. (Y/n) was positive he had left the tent to throw up, given how upset and unsteady his stomach sounded.

(Y/n)'s POV:

I place a gentle hand on his forehead, feeling the unnatural heat, even for a fire bender. I quietly exit the tent when I'm sure he fell back asleep. I quickly head to the stream near our camp and run some cloth through the cold river water, I also gather a small basin full as well. Once I had what I needed from the river, I head back to our tent. Based on the puddle of sick outside our tent I'm gonna guess I was right about Zuko throwing up earlier.

I push the flaps out of my way and walk into our small tent. I place the cold rag on Zuko's highly feverish forehead and set the basin of freshwater down beside our futon. I check to make sure he was still asleep before lifting the blanket and joining my sick boyfriend under the covers. I wrap an arm around him, deciding to just stay awake and keep an eye on him since the sun was already beginning to rise. When Zuko got sick he always got REALLY sick I already knew this was gonna be a rough day.

I busied myself with smoothing his hair and tracing the cold rag along his sweaty skin in the meantime so I wouldn't focus on my anxieties. He woke up about an hour later from the rest of the group being their usual rowdy morning selves. Zuko immediately shut his eyes, he brought a hand to his head, groaning in pain at the harsh light. I unfold the cold cloth a bit so it covered his eyes, gently massaging his temples to help with the pain. "Not feeling too hot huh baby?" He just groaned again, telling me he indeed was not feeling good. "Let me know if you're gonna throw up again, okay?"

He perked up when I said that, obviously not knowing that I knew, before giving a shy nod, not even trying to be a stubborn ass and deny it as he usually would. "Okay, try and get so rest love, I'll let the others know what's going on in a bit so we'll have some privacy for the rest of the day." He nodded again, pulling the cloth back down over his eyes and adjusting the blanket, getting comfortable. I laid down beside him again, and Zuko promptly curled into my side, wanting my comfort.

I soothingly run my fingers along his back, tracing mindless patterns. His eyes were closed, but I knew Zuko was far too nauseous and dizzy to fall back asleep and I could tell his head was still pounding in his skull. I knew he wouldn't be able to move if he needed to puke again so I found another empty water basin we had laying around the tent and moved it next to my boyfriend, it was a puke bin now.

About 15 minutes later I saw the flaps that served as our door getting pushed to the side and the blue-eyed water tribe stepped into our tent. As soon as she saw the poor condition Zuko was in, she immediately hurried over. "Oh my god is he okay? What happened?" She said, a little too loud for my liking. I moved my hands to his hair and began playing with it before answering her.

"Shhhh, be quiet, he's sick," I growled lowly, knowing her shirl voice would make his headache worse. She looks a little hurt at my harsh words but I don't really care at the moment, my main priority being my sickly boyfriend. Katara lingers there awkwardly for another minute not really knowing what to say as I continue stroking Zuko's hair, before finally turning to leave my tent. I assumed she would inform the others about Zuko's condition, so I no longer needed to worry about that.

Thankfully Zuko had somehow managed to drift off during that whole ordeal with Katara. I carefully peel the warming cloth from his forehead and place it in the basin, rewetting it then placing back over his forehead and eyes. He sighed contently in his sleep at the cool sensation, liking how it felt against his hot skin. I knew he was gonna be extremely sick when he woke up, so for now, I was gonna keep him as comfortable as possible.

A/n: Welp sorry if it was shit, leave me any requests yall have in the comments, BYEEE!!!

~Luna