#huntik sickfic

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Huntik Fanfic: Pneumonia, pt 1

(A/N: Ahh, the sickfic. A staple of fanfiction everywhere.

I think it’s fairly common in the Huntik fanfiction canon that many think that Zhalia wouldn’t let anyone know she was sick. It’s just something that I’ve seen in quite a few fanfics here. And I’ll be honest, I believe it. Certain traumas can make you incredibly averse to showing any sort of vulnerability. To add my own color to it, I personally think that it would be hard for Zhalia to actually get sick. Eating dirt and trashcan food builds that good ol’ immune system up, take my word for it.  

But when you get dragged into taking care of two snot nosed kids that track in all sorts of nasty germs from school and you go on long, tropical locale missions, you can’t really stay healthy all the time.

PS– Yeah, I’ve never actually had pneumonia, only a brief and mostly annoying and mild bought with bronchitis. So I’m just going with what google says the symptoms are. And fuck it, it’ll act like viral but it’ll be bacterial, because I don’t feel like getting the entire team sick.)

Pneumonia, pt 1

Zhalia closed the door to her flat as softly as possible. Her flight had been delayed by five hours, but she had let the Fears boys come back to the flat instead of staying at Dante’s another night. She peeked into their room as she went past, satisfied that they were asleep.

It had been a hell of a mission chain. The former spy was starting to regret agreeing to take on some higher risk collection jobs around the Amazon Rainforest, centered on the famous raging river.  She had been smashed in rapids, literally wrestled a caiman until she could get Kilthane Summoned, and spent five long nights camped at the edge of the water. Her whole body ached and her ribs felt cracked, her Nerveblock spell having worn off while at the airport, and her head felt like she had put it through a damn window.

To put it simply, Zhalia Moon would have felt better if she had jumped out of a plane with a punctured parachute.

The former spy slipped into her room and deposited her backpack next to the door. Unpacking its mostly sodden contents could wait until morning. She shed most of her clothes, tossed on an old pair of shorts and a loose tank top, and threw herself onto the bed with a wince.

‘Back. Sleep now talk later.’ Zhalia hit send on her message to Dante before plugging her phone in. The room felt unusually cold, and she made a mental note to remind Den and Harrison to ask before messing with the thermostat as she grabbed the edge of her comforter and rolled over.

Curled in her own little piece of warmth and solitude, Zhalia allowed herself to relax and drift off into sleep.

Den and Harrison were used to Zhalia sleeping in after long missions, especially after getting in so late. They didn’t give it a second thought after peeping into her room to see her buried under a wild pile of comforters and pillows, and happily pounced on the couch to play a few rounds of Left 4 Dead co-op with bowls of sugary cereal. It was Saturday after all.

Ten AM came and went. Then eleven. Noon rolled around and there was still no sign of their surrogate sister.

“Hey.” Harrison paused the game, ignoring his brother’s cry of protest. The elder twin was stuck in the menu at the exact moment a Boomer vomited on him. “You think Zhalia’s okay?”

Den looked over at the door to Zhalia’s room. To be honest, he was getting a little worried as well. “I mean…I think so. Dante’s text said she got in at like…three or something.”

The younger twin rubbed his thumb on the side of his controller, still unconvinced. “Yeah, I know, but…should we check on her?”

His question proved unnecessary, because at that moment Zhalia shuffled out of her room looking about as chipper, and about as pale, as the zombies frozen in the game’s pause menu.

“Well look who’s up!” Den cracked a wide grin and nudged Harrison’s bony side, shooting him an obvious ‘see, I told you’ with his hazel eyes. “Harrison thought you were in a coma, Zee.”

“I did not!” Harrison’s eyes narrowed into a glare at his elder twin before he looked back to the dark haired woman making her way to the kitchen. He couldn’t drop the nagging suspicion that something was wrong with her. She was grabbing whatever was nearby for support as she walked, and stumbled a bit when she coughed into a crooked elbow. “Hey, you okay, zus? You don’t look so good.”

Zhalia waved him off with a grumbled nonsensical reply and finally made it to the fridge. She fought with the door for a moment, swearing in garbled growls, before yanking it open and letting it smack hard into wall behind it.

“…Den, I really think something’s off.” Harrison whispered, turning his shoulder to block Zhalia’s sight of his face as she proceeded to down an entire bottle of the cold water they chilled for after training in one go. Her talent for lip reading had gotten him in trouble before.

Den glanced up and tucked his head lower. He had to admit, the brief exchange had him doubting his earlier confidence. “Dude, she didn’t even snark at you.” He dared another quick look, seeing Zhalia glaring at the empty bottle with what appeared to be seething rage.

And then she crumpled to the kitchen floor with a disturbing thud.

“I hate it when you’re right!” Den leapt from the couch, forgotten controller skittering across the coffee table and clattering to the ground. Harrison jerked, startled by the sound behind him, and went sheet white when he saw his sister shivering on the tile. “Call Dante!”

Dante shifted in his usual armchair, Holotome balanced on one hand as he dug around in his pocket for his buzzing cell phone. Lok, seated next to Sophie on the couch as they scrolled through recent reports from the various Casterwill compounds together, grinned slightly and gently took the precious machine off his mentor’s hands so it wouldn’t become acquainted with the ground.

Dante nodded his thanks and managed to pull the offending phone from his back pocket, taking a glance at the screen to identify the caller before hitting the ‘accept’ button.

“Hey, Harrison. Are you all coming over fo- Hey, wait, slow down.” Both teens on the couch looked up at Dante’s sudden change of tone. “Harrison. Harrison! I need you to start from the beginning, okay? Zhalia did what?”

Dante was silent as he listened to the boy on the other end of the call. Lok cast a troubled glance at Sophie as he heard faint yelling in the background, just barely audible from the phone in Dante’s hand.

Both younger Seekers jumped when their mentor suddenly bolted to his feet, phone trapped between his shoulder and ear as he began violently searching the trench coat draped over the back of his chair. “Okay, Harrison, listen to me. I’ll be right there, just put her in the recovery position and get something soft under her head, okay? I’ll be there in a few minutes; just keep an eye on her. I’ll be there soon.” He hung up and tossed the phone on the table, practically turning his coat inside out.

“What’s wrong?” Sophie was already up. She had never seen their usually calm and collected leader act so franticly.

“I need the keys!” The offending key ring clattered to the floor as Dante vigorously shook the trench coat upside-down at his words. He snatched them up and pointed to the Casterwill. “Sophie, call the Venice safehouse and tell them to send a doctor here. I’m taking the car. Zhalia passed out and isn’t waking up. I’m going to get her and the twins.”

Sophie didn’t argue, grabbing her Cypherdex from Lok’s lap and starting her call as her boyfriend got to his feet. “Do you need me to do anything?”

Dante was already halfway out the door. “See if you can find Cherit! We might need his help with an Energy Bath.”

(A/N: This part of the fic was written a good long time ago. It’s gone through several adaptations and changes, and it’s definitely not complete. I’ve held off on abandoning it, and I’m picking it back up again for what feels like the eleventh time. Don’t expect much in the way of another update with this one tonight, but it’ll be worked on I assure you!

~Cheers from North Carolina this time around! :D )

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~Vuzio~

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Pneumonia, pt 3 idea pile/dump (because why not I love reader input feel free to add something it might show up in a later drabble)

-Zhalia waking up like ‘holy...what the absolute fu- awww Dante’s cuddling my arm and he’s totally asleep rn thats so adorabllllloh-KAY who put me on IV painkillers.’

-Dante’s totally the type that knows he shouldn’t crowd around a sick person and worry about them all the time (bedridden Metz throwing books at him yelling ‘GET OUT AND LIVE YOUR LIFE, DANTE’ nipped that in the bud kinda quick) he totally is also the type to crawl onto the other side of Zhalia’s bed and sorta curl around her arm like he’s a freaking protective dog or something.

-Forehead pets are the best guys.

-Gareon self-summoning to figure out WHAT THE FUCK ALL THAT WAS.

-Zhalia’s private apology to the Fears twins (She’s the only one on the team that knows that they saw their mother die of an overdose-induced seizure and knows seeing their new big sis collapse like that probably brought up some really bad memories and fears) [pt 4 most likely if there is a pt 4]

-I kinda maybe want to weave into the conversation above Zhalia trying to get Den and Harrison to sort of...understand and accept that because of her (hell, the whole team) work as a Seeker, there might be a mission that she doesn’t come back from, and that she might not be there for them forever. It’s a personal touch from me. I never got that talk and I went through a bit of a phase where I hated someone for saying they’d always be there for me, even if I was old enough to know that they wouldn’t by the time they weren’t. Harrison seems like the kinda guy who would need that talk or else he could get that sort of reaction too.

-”I swear if you made chicken soup I’ll dump it on your head. Street cure for anything disease related is vodka and you can’t tell me otherwise.”

“Babe...I’ve seen your notebooks, you can’t tell me that at your level of biochem and bioengineering you actually believe alcohol when you’re sick is a good idea.”

“It’s not a good idea but it’s tradition and when you’re drunk you really can’t tell you’re sick.”

“Until the next morning.”

“...Until the next morning, yes. Then you would rather be dead. But that’s not the point!”

-”Did you tell him the straatkind cure for everything is vodka?”

“...I didn’t teach you that, who taught you that?” 

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How to Tell if the Team is Sick, pt 1: Zhalia (headcanon)

Hungover, tired, jetlagged, or just plain morning grump

Sophie: Wow, Zhalia. You look terrible this morning.

Zhalia: Yeah, but unlike you, I don’t always look like this. 

Lok: *quietly passes Sophie a bottle of aloe*

Sophie: *aghast shock*

Zhalia: There had better be coffee.

ACTUALLY sick

Den: Jeez, Zhalia. You look terrible.

Zhalia: *unintelligible garbled grumbling*

Harrison: …Did…did she not snark back at you?

Den: No. She didn’t. That was…weird.

Noise: ***WHUMP!***

Zhalia: mrrggruuhhh…

Harrison: …She just passed out, didn’t she?

Den: Yes. Yes she did.

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Huntik Headcanon #102: The Death of Den and Harrison’s Mother (substance abuse trigger warning)

(I’ve been puttering around with my attempted sickfic again and the bare bones of this headcanon was squirreled away in the document’s header. It’s kinda depressing and is based around substance abuse, so if you’re uncomfortable with it please do not look below the cut.)

Den and Harrison don’t have much of a memory about either of their parents, as they were around 4-5 when they were orphaned. They do know two things for certain, though.

1. Their father (as well as any father figure) was never present. Who he was they have no idea, as he is unlisted on their birth certificate. 

2. They found their mother in the final throes of convulsions due to a tainted overdose of self administered IV drugs, foaming at the mouth and looking straight at them. 

Den marched Harrison out of their building and they sat crying on the sidewalk until a fellow server at the bar their mother worked at came by to see why she had missed her shift and wasn’t answering calls. The twins were packed up and quickly foisted onto the orphanage after that. 

The lack of a father figure made Tantras that much more...TAN-talizing– I’m going to hell. Bite me.– to Harrison, and Den was quick to find a male role model in Lok and someone to protect him in Zhalia, as he was always the one taking the big brother role. 

I feel that I should explain. This headcanon came up because I was trying to figure out the twin’s reaction to Zhalia pretty much passing out and possibly having a febrile seizure (though I can only find reports of it happening to children, so Seeker docs, any input?) while off mission. On-mission injuries are commonplace, even life threatening ones, but I wanted to have them react from a place of what had been relaxation and security to a situation that is suddenly out of their control in the worst ways.

Wow, I’m kinda a bitch, eh? I do terrible things to characters. I need to write this down on the ‘why I should probably get out more’ and ‘easy there, Satan’ lists on my wall.

Sorry for the depressing headcanon, Seekers. *tips hat* Cheers!