This is made because of my own frustration of people thinking that physical strength is everything, it's not, because strength comes in different forms, but that just might be my own opinion. Anyway, enjoy :)
As Laxus entered the living room of his home, he was surprised to see Lucy sitting on their plush couch, slumped, and her hands covering her face. Worried, he moved towards the couch, keeping his steps light, and sat down slowly and carefully.
He left a small space between them, not wanting to invade her space. Laxus did not want to make anything worse by acting rash. Lucy, from what Laxus could tell, was in a vulnerable state, which was a rare occurrence because she was always an optimistic and bright person.
But even the brightest of people held some sadness inside themselves.
"Lucy…" Laxus began, his voice quiet and soft, and waited for the woman next to him to answer on her own accord.
There were a few moments of silence before Lucy spoke. "I'm weak."
Laxus' eyes widened in surprise, he didn't know where this had came from.
"Lucy, why do you think you're weak?" He asked, trying not to let out a growl, because if someone had called her weak then… well, that's a story for another time.
"It's just…" Her voice cracked, but continued. "We returned from the mission the other day, the team and I, and… it's just…" Lucy inhaled and exhaled slowly, in an attempt to calm herself and prevent her from crying.
Laxus slowly moved closer to the blonde. "Lucy, can I hold your hand?" He asked, because he didn't want to act impulsively which might result in Lucy acting in a rash manner. She nodded, and Laxus grabbed her hand, fingers entwining with each other's.
This seemed to calm Lucy down, and continued to speak. "I'm just sick and tired of being saved on and on, because my keys were stolen or some other such nonsense." Her voice held mixed hints of anger, frustration and resignation.
The hold Laxus had on Lucy's hand tightened. "Lucy, you're not weak. You're a lot of things, but weak is not one of them."
Lucy snorted. "Don't lie. I'm always getting saved because I'm too weak to do my job."
Laxus held back a sigh. "You're not weak." He felt like he was repeating himself. "You're one of the strongest people that I have ever met. And when did physical strength amount to being the most important? You are plenty strong; mentally, spiritually, and magically. If you can't defeat an opponent physically, you find other ways. Remember that."
Before he knew it, Laxus had Lucy in his arms, crying into his shoulder. "W-What would I d-do without you?" She questioned, hiccupping through her sobs.
He tightened his hold on her, and let out a sincere smile. "Dunno, you're a rather unpredictable woman." Lucy laughed, but did nothing.
They are both glad they had each other, for they didn't know what would be of their lives without one another.