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happilychee · 1 year ago

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how fairy tail takes care of you when you're sick

cw: descriptions of being sick

I have covid and I wanted to cheer myself up :(

♡ it's a normal day at the fairy tail guild. the job board is crowded with papers, drinks and food are flowing, someone's starting a fight (natsu), and the air is filled with lively chatter. there's only one thing off: you're not there.

♡ gray is the first one to notice. he's at a table with lucy, cana, and erza. he and erza just got back from a stealth mission that paid them well, and he's looking forward to relaxing. except... "where's [name]?" he asks. lucy furrows her brow. "they weren't in yesterday... should we check on them?" gray nods, and the four of them leave the guild hall.

♡ you feel like someone threw you through a wall. your nose is clogged, feeling stuffy and congested. your throat itches and every time you cough it feels like you're hacking away at your lungs. there's a building pressure in your head, a pulsing pain that signals the onset of a migraine. you think that you'd be able to handle the usual symptoms of a cold, except for the burning aches in your lower back. your coughs shake your entire body as your muscles scream in protest, and you curse whatever virus decided to infect you.

♡ you manage to get yourself out of bed and into your kitchen, hoping to make yourself some rice or hot tea with honey. instead, you start seeing black spots swim across your vision, and the world starts tilting like you're swaying on the prow of a ship. you lower yourself onto the cool tile floor, relishing in the soothing temperature against your burning skin. you're so out of it that you don't register the knocks at your door turning into insistent bangs.

♡ finding you half passed out on your kitchen floor was not on gray's to-do list for the day. his worried hands hover over your shivering form, unsure what to check first. erza settles the matter by scooping you into her arms, Requiping out of her armor as she carries you to the couch.

♡ gray takes charge of the kitchen, your favorite recipes coming to kind. he settles on a warm and hearty soup, sure to soothe your hunger and your aches. he starts chopping vegetables, turns on the stove, and soon enough, the kitchen is filled with a delicious and appetizing aroma.

♡ erza is the one who takes your temperature, gets you back to enough coherency to explain your symptoms, and then finds the right medicine for you. she props your back up with pillows, tucks a blanket around you, and feeds you the disgusting cold medicine that porlyusica and wendy swear by.

♡ cana would love to help you and take care of you, except lucy looks pale as a sheet and a little green. she helps the blonde sit at the kitchen table, patting her arm soothingly. lucy mumbles that her mom passed from an illness, and seeing you so sick makes bad memories come back. cana soothes her, reassuring her that you'll be fine. lucy only relents when your eyes crack open, and you direct a gooey smile at her.

♡ you fade in and out of consciousness, snippets of sound and touch registering in your brain. someone is petting your hair while singing, their soft hands braiding and unbraiding your locks. a hand trails over your back, warm and calloused fingers digging into the knots in your shoulders. you purr under the sensation, leaning into the comforting touch. a soft arm, usually covered in armor, wraps around you to sit you up as a chilly hand brings a spoonful of something warm and delicious to your chapped lips. cold bangles brush against your skin as someone lifts you up, carrying you to the land of dreams.

♡ when you regain consciousness, your friends don't let you lift a single finger. gray cooks every meal for you with cana as his sous chef, erza is on top of your medication, natsu distracts you by telling silly stories, and wendy casts pain-relieving spells to help you recover faster. lucy refuses to leave your side until you're fully healed, so she's always fluffing your pillows, bringing you hot tea with honey, and feeding you snacks. the only time she calms down is when you ask her to read for you. her calming voice lulls you in and out of sleep as you listen to her read about a fairy tale princess's adventure.

♡ levy drops off books at your place so you can occupy your mind. most are either your favorites or her recommendations, but gajeel manages to sneak in a spicy book or two, which has you laughing so hard you start coughing.

♡ mira cooks up a storm in the guild hall, partially out of a desire to help you and partially out of worry. there's enough soup to feed fairy tail ten times over, and she insists that half of it be sent to you. lisanna ans juvia also stop by with some homemade baked goods. juvia gives you a steaming hot loaf of banana bread, some cookies and muffins, and a bunch of pastry buns. "it's just a cold, you didn't have to do all this." you try to reason, but no one listens to you when you look nauseous and your shoulders are shaking.

♡ there's someone at your place every day while you're recovering. it could be natsu and happy raiding your pantry and making a mess, it could be lucy and gray cleaning up their mess while erza yells at them, it could be wendy with balms and salves and a story to tell you, it could be the strauss siblings with more food and cheer than you'd ever seen before, it could be juvia with gajeel, lily, and a basket of your favorite buns. point being, fairy tail doesn't take their eyes off you for a moment while you're under the weather.

♡ when you feel well enough to come to the guild hall, everyone starts cheering. laxus fires up the grill, mira pours drinks in a flurry, and cana drags you into some drinking game. the entire guild hall roars to life, partying the night away, because what better reason is there to celebrate than the return of a dear friend?

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atlasthegreatest · 3 months ago

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A Taste of Love / Erza Scarlet x Gender Neutral Reader

If there’s one thing that Erza Scarlet likes the most, is eating her favorite— strawberry cake. But what she didn’t expect was to fall in love with the one that made the best ones in all of Magnolia. So, with the help of her friends, will she finally confess her feelings?

Word count: 3061

A/n: I love Erza — she's one of the most badass women in Fairy Tail and in anime in general, so I had to write something about her. I hope you enjoy it!

The sun hung low in the sky, casting a warm golden glow over Magnolia. The bustling town was alive with the sound of laughter, chatter, and the occasional bellowing of Natsu’s voice from the guildhall. Yet, inside Fairy Tail, things were unusually quiet at one table. Erza Scarlet, the formidable Titania of the guild, sat with her hands clasped tightly in her lap, her usual confident demeanor cracking slightly as her friends—Lucy, Mirajane, and Wendy—huddled around her.

“Okay, Erza,” Lucy said, her voice steady but her eyes gleaming with excitement. “Today’s the day! You’re going to tell them.”

Mirajane smiled softly, her eyes sparkling as she chimed in, “You’ve been visiting their bakery for months, Erza. And it’s obvious you have feelings for them.”

Wendy nodded, her youthful face serious, trying to be as supportive as she could. “We’re all here for you. We know you can do this!”

Erza took a deep breath, her normally stoic expression giving way to a flicker of uncertainty. Confessing her feelings wasn’t something she was used to. She could face armies, dragons, and the fiercest of enemies, but this—this was something entirely different. The baker, Y/n, was no enemy, no threat, and that made them all the more terrifying.

“I don’t know what to say,” Erza admitted, her voice uncharacteristically quiet.

Lucy placed a reassuring hand on Erza’s shoulder. “You don’t need a script. Just be honest. Tell them how you feel.”

“Yeah!” Wendy added, smiling brightly. “They’re always been so kind to you! And anyone who makes cakes that good has to have a heart of gold.”

Mirajane’s voice was soft and encouraging. “Besides, they like you, Erza. I see the way they look at you whenever you stop by. There’s a certain… glow in their eyes.”

Erza’s cheeks flushed at the thought. She had spent countless afternoons at Y/n’s bakery, her love for their sweets growing alongside her feelings for the kind-hearted person. Their warmth, their smile, the way they treated every customer like a dear friend—it was something that had captivated her heart long ago. But confessing? That was a different kind of battle.

Mirajane clapped her hands together, breaking Erza out of her thoughts. “Alright, let’s go over the plan one more time. You’ll walk in, grab one of their freshly baked strawberry cakes—”

“Strawberry…?” Erza repeated, her resolve strengthening. “Yes. That will help.”

Lucy giggled. “Then, you tell them how you feel. We’ll be right outside for moral support.”

Wendy nodded eagerly. “You’ve got this, Erza!”

With a final deep breath, Erza stood up, her crimson hair flowing behind her as she steeled herself for the task at hand. “Very well. I will do it.”

The four of them left the guild, walking together towards the bakery. The scent of freshly baked bread and pastries filled the air, a familiar and comforting aroma that put Erza’s racing heart somewhat at ease. As they reached the bakery, Lucy, Mirajane, and Wendy gave her a final round of encouragement.

“We’ll be right here,” Lucy assured, leaning against the window outside the bakery. “Good luck!”

Erza nodded, her resolve solidifying. She pushed open the door to the bakery, the little bell above it ringing softly to announce her entrance. The shop was warm and welcoming, filled with the scent of sugar and baked goods. And there, behind the counter, stood Y/n, the person who had unknowingly stolen her heart.

“Erza! You’re here just in time—I’ve just taken some strawberry cakes out of the oven. Would you like one?” Y/n smiled brightly, their eyes warm and kind as always. They wiped their flour-dusted hands on their apron and gestured to the tray of perfect, gleaming cakes on the counter.

Erza approached the counter, her heart pounding. She could handle this. She had faced worse challenges. “Yes, I would like one… but there’s something else I came to say.”

Y/n paused, sensing a shift in the atmosphere. “What’s on your mind?”

Erza clenched her fists slightly as if bracing herself for impact. “I… I’ve been coming here for a long time. Not just because of your delicious cakes, though they are the best in Magnolia.”

Y/n chuckled softly. “I’m glad you think so.”

Erza continued, her voice softening. “But because I enjoy seeing you. You’ve been so kind to me and everyone. I admire your dedication, your passion for your craft, and your kindness. I’ve come to realize that… I have feelings for you.”

The words hung in the air, and for a moment, Erza feared the worst. But then, Y/n’s smile widened to a warm, genuine smile that reached their eyes.

“Erza, I’ve been hoping you’d say something like that for a long time,” Y/n said, their voice gentle. “I’ve always admired your strength, your bravery, but also your kindness. You’re an incredible person. I… I feel the same way.”

Erza’s heart soared. She had done it. She had confessed, and not only had it gone well, but the person she cared for felt the same. Without thinking, she reached out and took one of the strawberry cakes from the tray, holding it up to Y/n. “To celebrate, then?”

Y/n laughed, their eyes sparkling with affection. “To celebrate.”

As they shared the cake, the warmth between them felt sweeter than anything else in the room. And just outside the window, Lucy, Mirajane, and Wendy peeked in, grinning from ear to ear.

“She did it!” Wendy whispered excitedly.

Lucy sighed happily. “It was perfect.”

Mirajane smiled knowingly. “Sometimes, love just needs a little nudge—and maybe a strawberry cake.”

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As the shared moment between Erza and Y/n settled into a comfortable rhythm, the sweet taste of the strawberry cake lingering in the air, Erza found herself more relaxed than she had anticipated. Y/n’s warm, genuine response had lifted a weight from her heart, one she hadn’t fully realized she was carrying. She had faced this unknown battlefield of vulnerability, and now, standing across from them, everything seemed brighter, sweeter—just like the perfect cake they were sharing.

“You always order strawberry cakes, don’t you?” Y/n asked with a teasing smile. Their eyes softened as they met hers. “I started baking them more often once I noticed.”

Erza blinked in surprise, her expression softening. “You did? Just for me?”

Y/n nodded, a slight blush creeping onto their cheeks. “Well, I noticed you always light up whenever you see them. I thought… maybe you liked them as much as I enjoy seeing you here.”

Erza’s heart swelled with an unfamiliar warmth. It wasn’t often that she was caught off guard, but hearing how attentive Y/n had been to her preferences made her chest tighten most pleasantly. “Thank you,” she said softly, feeling a sense of ease washing over her. “For everything.”

Their conversation drifted into comfortable banter as the sun outside began to dip lower, casting a soft golden hue over the bakery. The sounds of Magnolia outside faded into the background as the two of them remained wrapped in their world, the atmosphere inside the bakery warmer than ever.

Meanwhile, outside, Lucy, Mirajane, and Wendy were still standing by the window, their eyes glued to the scene unfolding before them. Lucy, her hands pressed against the glass, could barely contain her excitement. “They’re talking! Look at them! It’s going so well.”

Wendy smiled brightly, her hands clasped together. “I knew she could do it! She’s amazing.”

Mirajane, ever the romantic, chuckled softly. “I had no doubt. But… we should probably give them some privacy now, don’t you think?”

Lucy pouted but nodded in agreement. “Yeah, you’re right. I don’t want to be that nosy.”

The three of them stepped away from the window and began strolling back toward the guild, leaving Erza and Alaric to enjoy the rest of their evening together. However, as they walked, Lucy couldn’t help but glance back over her shoulder, a soft smile still on her face. “She deserves this. I’m happy for her.”

Back inside the bakery, the conversation had quieted, and a comfortable silence filled the space as Y/n worked behind the counter, preparing to close up for the evening. Erza watched them, her thoughts swirling. She couldn’t believe how smoothly everything had gone. It was strange—after all the battles, the enemies, the trials she had faced over the years, this confession had been the hardest thing for her to face. But now, it seemed so simple. Y/n’s acceptance, their warmth—it made her feel… lighter.

“Erza,” Y/n called out gently, breaking her from her thoughts. “Would you like to help me close up?”

Erza stood, smiling softly. “Of course.” She moved around the counter, watching as Y/n carefully wiped down the surfaces, organizing their baking tools with the same care she took in maintaining her weapons. Something was soothing about the quiet rhythm of the bakery, the way everything seemed to move with purpose and care.

As they worked side by side, Y/n glanced at her from the corner of their eye. “You know, I’ve always admired how strong you are. But it’s moments like this, when you’re just… being you, that I admire most.”

Erza paused, her hands stilling on the cloth she was using to clean. Their words were simple, yet they held a weight that made her chest tighten once more. It wasn’t often that people saw her beyond her strength, and her role as Titania. But Y/n had, and it meant more to her than she could express.

“I’m not always as strong as people think,” she admitted quietly, her voice carrying a vulnerability she rarely let show. “But… I’m trying.”

Y/n set down the tray they had been cleaning and turned to her, their eyes filled with understanding. “I think that’s what makes you strong, Erza. Not the armor or the sword. It’s your heart.”

Her breath caught in her throat, and for a moment, she felt exposed in a way that wasn’t frightening. Instead, it felt… freeing. She didn’t have to be the strongest person in the room here. She could just be Erza.

“Thank you,” she said, her voice barely above a whisper. It was all she could manage, but the sincerity behind it was palpable.

Y/n smiled softly, reaching out to take her hand in theirs. Their touch was gentle, their thumb brushing lightly over her knuckles. “I’m glad you came today,” they said. “Not just because you confessed… but because it feels right. Being here with you.”

Erza felt her heart flutter at their words. She had faced countless battles, but this one, the battle of the heart, had led her to a victory she hadn’t expected. Standing there, hand in hand with Y/n, she realized that sometimes, the strongest thing a person could do was let their guard down and allow someone else to see them, truly see them.

And at that moment, with the warmth of the bakery around her and Y/n by her side, Erza knew she had found something special—something as sweet and comforting as the strawberry cakes she had come to love.

As the evening drew to a close and they stepped out into the quiet streets of Magnolia together, Erza couldn’t help but smile to herself. For once, she had found peace not in battle, but in love.

Bonus:

The morning sun was bright, casting a warm glow over Magnolia as Y/n stood outside the imposing doors of the Fairy Tail guildhall, box of fresh pastries in hand. Today was the day they had promised to pick Erza up for their next date, and while the last visit to the guild had been… intense, to say the least, they were prepared. Or at least, that’s what they told themself.

Taking a deep breath, they pushed the doors open and were immediately met with the usual boisterous energy of Fairy Tail. Tables were flipped, Natsu and Gray were in the middle of a wrestling match, and the ever-lively chatter of the guild members filled the hall. It didn’t take long for them to notice them.

As if on cue, the room went silent.

Y/n stood there, the box of pastries clutched tightly in their hands as dozens of eyes turned to them. They smiled awkwardly, trying to keep their composure. “Uh… good morning.”

Levy was the first to break the silence, her eyes gleaming with curiosity. “Oh! It’s Erza’s partner!”

The word hung in the air for a moment, and Y/n could feel their cheeks flush as the guild suddenly burst into excited chatter. They had never explicitly used that title, but it seemed the guild had already made up their minds.

“Partner?” Natsu’s voice boomed as he suddenly appeared in front of Y/n, eyes wide. “So it’s official now, huh? Are you guys gonna get married or something?”

“Natsu!” Lucy exclaimed, smacking him on the back of the head. “Don’t scare them off!”

“Yeah,” Gray chimed in, leaning against a nearby pillar with a smirk. “What’s the rush, Natsu? They’ve only been on, what, one date?”

Y/n cleared their throat, trying not to shrink under the weight of the guild’s collective curiosity. “This will be our second date,” they said, holding up the box of pastries like a peace offering. “I brought these as a thank you. For, uh, last time.”

Cana eyed the box, taking a swig from her mug. “Ooh, bribing us with food again? I like this guy’s style.”

Y/n was about to offer the box to the group when Elfman, who had been eerily quiet up until now, suddenly stood up from his seat, towering over everyone. His booming voice echoed through the hall. “You want to date Erza? That takes a real man!”

A collective groan rippled through the guild as they braced themselves for one of Elfman’s usual rants about what it means to be a “real man.” Y/n smiled nervously, not entirely sure how to respond to that, but luckily, Mirajane swooped in, her usual gentle smile on her face.

“Now, now, Elfman, let’s not scare them off,” she said, giving Y/n a wink. “Erza would never forgive us.”

At the mention of Erza, a collective shift of focus seemed to occur, as if everyone suddenly remembered the person who would, without a doubt, not be pleased if they scared off her date. Y/n was grateful for the reminder; the last thing they wanted was to cause trouble.

“Where is Erza, anyway?” Lucy asked, scanning the room.

As if on cue, the doors to the upstairs creaked open, and Erza herself stepped into the guildhall. She wore a simple but elegant outfit, her scarlet hair falling loosely over her shoulders. The moment she laid eyes on Y/n, a soft smile spread across her face, though there was a clear warning in her gaze as she scanned the room, daring anyone to cause trouble.

“Y/n,” she greeted warmly, walking towards them with purpose. “I’m glad you made it.”

Y/n smiled back, instantly feeling more at ease now that Erza was with them. “Of course. I wouldn’t miss it.”

But before they could leave, Natsu darted between them, eyes wide with excitement. “Hey, wait a minute! What’s your plan for the date? You better not take her somewhere boring.”

“A-Actually,” Y/n stammered, feeling the pressure of the guild’s collective stares once more. “I thought we’d start with a nice lunch at that new restaurant near the river. I heard it’s quiet and has a great view.”

“That sounds lovely,” Erza interjected before anyone else could speak. She placed a reassuring hand on Y/n’s arm. “I’m looking forward to it.”

Natsu pouted, clearly wanting more details, but Happy quickly swooped in, grinning mischievously. “What if you guys go on a magic battle date? You could spar while eating cake!”

Y/n's eyes widened in horror at the thought, but Erza chuckled, shaking her head. “I think we’ll leave the sparring for another time, Happy.”

Gajeel, who had been silently observing the interaction from his seat, finally spoke up, his voice gruff. “I don’t get it. What’s a person like him doing with someone like Titania?”

Levy elbowed him sharply. “Gajeel!”

But Y/n, to their credit, only smiled, though their nerves were still apparent. “Erza’s incredible, and I’m lucky she even gives me the time of day. I just… want to make her happy.”

For a moment, the guild fell silent. Y/n’s words seemed to resonate with everyone, even the usually tough-natured Gajeel, who grunted in approval.

Before anyone could comment further, Erza stepped forward, gently taking Y/n’s hand in hers. “Shall we?”

The guild watched, almost in awe, as Erza—one of the strongest, most fearsome members of Fairy Tail—smiled softly at Y/n, her hand firmly in theirs as they made their way toward the door. It was a rare sight to see Erza so… at ease, and it didn’t go unnoticed.

Just as they were about to leave, Makarov, who had been silently observing from his usual spot, cleared his throat, drawing everyone’s attention. “Y/n,” he called out, his voice commanding. “I trust you’ll take good care of our Erza?”

Y/n turned, meeting the guild master’s gaze. Though small in stature, Makarov’s presence was formidable. Y/n stood a little straighter, their voice steady. “I promise, sir.”

Makarov’s expression softened into a smile. “Good. Off you go then.”

As Erza and Y/n finally stepped out of the guildhall, leaving behind the chaos of Fairy Tail, Y/n let out a long breath he hadn’t realized they’d been holding.

Erza glanced at them, her expression both amused and sympathetic. “Are you alright?”

Y/n chuckled, shaking their head slightly. “I think I survived.”

Erza smiled, giving their hand a gentle squeeze. “They’re just protective. But you handled yourself well.”

“I had some help,” Y/n said, smiling down at her. “Thank you.”

The two of them continued walking through the streets of Magnolia, their hands still intertwined, the noise of the guild fading into the background. For the first time since entering the guild hall, Y/n felt completely at ease. They had survived the guild’s “gentle” interrogation, and now, they could focus on what truly mattered—their time with Erza.

As they made their way toward the restaurant, Y/n couldn’t help but think that this, despite the chaos, was the start of something wonderful

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