Homestuck Sickfic Drabbles

No cake. (John/Davesprite)

Anonymous asked: Ooh, I saw you were taking prompts! That's so nice of you. :) Could I request a John/Davesprite with Davesprite having some sort of stomach upset? Dunno if sprites get sick, or if it's a glitchy code, but I would love for it to take both of them by surprise when he throws up. Thanks!

((A/N: includes vomiting.))

John transferred the slice of cake from one hand to the other and knocked on Davesprite’s bedroom door, waiting patiently for a response. After waiting patiently for a whole twenty seconds, John decided to just let himself in.

“Jade told me to bring you some ca-“ John cut himself off as soon as he saw Davesprite, curled up in a literal nest of blankets on his bed. Though he spent a lot of time in his room, Davesprite very rarely slept.

“. . . cake.” John finished, lowering his voice.

“I don’t want any of your fucking cake, Egbert.” Well, that confirmed that he wasn’t asleep. Not anymore, anyway.

John walked in further and closed the door behind him.

The sprite wrapped his arms around his middle and squirmed, doing a terrible job of hiding his wince at that moment.

“What’s wrong with you?”

“Stomach’s pissed off.” He answered.

John placed the cake on the bedside table and positioned himself on the edge of the bed to get a better view of Davesprite “I guess I didn’t know sprites could get sick.”

Davesprite scoffed “Neither did I.” he curled up tighter, attempting to rid his body of the discomfort in his stomach, “. . . Until now.” He added.

He didn’t seem to mind when John pulled himself onto the bed and sat next to the nest. Davesprite would have almost been glad to have the company if he wasn’t feeling so sick to his stomach at that particular moment.

They ended up sitting in silence for several minutes before Davesprite decided that his stomach was feeling well enough for him to sit up next to John.

“You gonna watch me all day now?”

John smiled, chuckling “Someone needs to make sure you’re okay.”

“Yeah sure.” The sprite mumbled, letting himself fall to the side and rest his head on John’s lap.

“Hey, watch the wings!”

“Shit, sorry.” He attempted to position himself in a way that John wouldn’t get smothered by a bunch of orange feathers.

From then, they were both rather comfortable until Davesprite felt the discomfort in his stomach return.

It was too sudden for him to even warn John and before he knew it, he was throwing up all over the bed, even getting a little on John.

The heir jumped and started blurting out questions like “Are you okay?!” and “What’s wrong?!” But of course they both knew the answers to those questions.

When getting passed the humiliation, the thing Davesprite hated was that he didn’t feel any better. But worst of all, he didn’t feel finished.

He pulled himself up enough to lean over the bed and avoid getting any more puke on it.

After watching John leave the room, Davesprite didn’t try to think about being left alone and instead tried to focus on getting his stomach under control. And again, he leaned forward and started throwing up.

It took him a long while to realize that John had returned with a small trash bin and had placed it in front of him.

One his stomach had relaxed, Davesprite risked looking over at John, and of course the first thing his noticed was the puke on John’s blue godtier outfit.

“Fuck, I’m sorry I got that shit on you.”

“It’s fine.” John said as he started pulling the dirty blankets off of your bed and piling them on the floor. “So I’m going to guess that you aren’t going to eat the cake.”

“Oh my god.”