Erza x Lucy, Hurt/Comfort For Anonymous (SickFic)
Aesthetic by Mod Mollie
“Achoo!” Lucy sneezed loudly for what must be the tenth time that day, burying her face in her handkerchief. She sniffled, shivering and wrapping herself tighter in blankets.
“What’s wrong?” Erza asked quickly. “Are you alright? Do you need more hot water, blankets, anything to eat?”
Lucy wanted to scream. This was the hundredth time Erza was asking her if she needed anything; she was already over-supplied by her wife, with enough books, pillows and cocoa to last her a week. Erza was bustling around her like a bee around a flower, and though it had been sweet at first, now it was just irritating.
“I’m fine,” she said through clenched teeth, forcing back her annoyance.
“Are you sure?” Erza asked, looking concerned. “You know I don’t mind—”
“No! It’s fine!” Lucy snapped, harsher than she’d intended to. Erza’s face dropped, and she felt ashamed for a second, but the irritation at Erza’s constant hovering around her came back in a second.
“Did I do something?” Erza asked very quietly. Now Lucy was usually of even keel, and barely ever got mad, but she was feeling like utter crap and her wife’s extra attentiveness was just the catalyst for her to boil over.
“You’re doing too much! You’re smothering me!” she snarled. “I wish you’d just go away for five minutes and let me breathe! Maybe your over-care is why this cold isn’t getting any better!”
Erza looked crushed. A wave of guilt swept into Lucy at her wife’s expression, and she was just about to apologise when Erza smoothed her face out and nodded.
“I’m sorry,” she said in a calm voice, sounding truly apologetic, but Lucy could hear the pain she was trying to hide. “I shouldn’t have been so overbearing. I’ll give you the space you need, but please call me if you need anything.” Before Lucy could say a word, she had swept off into the other room and closed the door behind her.
Lucy sank into the couch, feeling horrible. Her wife had done nothing but shower love and care upon her… what kind of person did it make her to be annoyed by it? True, Erza could sometimes be a bit much, but she knew it was all out of the immense adoration she had for her. She was genuinely lucky to be loved so much by someone as beautiful and kind and strong as Erza was—yet here she was, acting like a little brat after being given everything and more.
She sniffled softly, feeling tears come to her eyes. Oh, how she hated making Erza sad! She knew she hadn’t been wrong about establishing that boundary, but could she have done it in a way that wouldn’t have hurt her wife? Absolutely.
Lucy knew what she had to do. Swallowing her tears back, she sat up, ignoring how tired she felt, and called in a thick voice, “Erza!”
Within seconds, the door of the room flew open, and Erza rushed over to her, asking, “What is it, Lu? What do you need?”
“I need to apologise,” Lucy said, looking into Erza’s brown eyes. “It’s true, you can be a bit… overbearing… but the way I snapped at you just wasn’t right.” Erza shook her head, smiling at Lucy.
“No. You had every right to snap at me—you’re sick, and tired, and that’s okay. I only felt hurt for a minute, love.” she said, taking Lucy’s hands and pressing kisses to the knuckles warm with fever. Lucy laughed softly, smiling back.
“Okay… but can I try enforcing my boundaries again, and nicely this time?” she asked. Erza nodded, and Lucy took a deep breath.
“I’m sorry, Erza.” she said honestly. “I love you, and I love how sweet you are when I’m sick. But maybe… tone it down a bit? Just a little.”
Erza hummed. “That, love, I can do.” She kissed Lucy’s hands again, eliciting a soft giggle, then stood up, her face turning concerned once more.
“Can I get—” she started to ask, but Lucy raised her eyebrows. Erza laughed to herself, shaking her head.
“Right. Sorry. I’m going to go and finish my book—and if you need anything you’ll call me, right?” Lucy nodded, smiling.
“Right. Now go enjoy your porn—and don’t get too many ideas!” she added, seeing the glint in Erza’s eyes as she went to the room. Once the door was shut, she flopped back against the couch, feeling much better despite the fact that she still had a runny nose.
Ah, my wife is the best…
