Request: Can you do a drabble about erza having nightmares about her past and jellal comforting her? (like they are sleeping together and erza keeps getting nightmares...)
One-Shot:
Erza woke up in cold sweat for the umpteenth time, crying and lashing out, before jolting into a sitting position, her hair plastered to her face. Heaving dryly, she sat there, breathing in and trying to erase the visions that haunted her in her sleep. Time and time again, the past memories of the final battle with the dragons invaded her dreams, keeping her prisoner to the point where she was suffocating and unable to physical stay unconscious.
Warm, familiar arms, tanned by the days spent outside under the sun, wrapped themselves around her exposed waist, for she slept in nothing but her undergarments. Jellal pulled her trembling form into his grasp, pressing his face into her neck and calming her down with his scent. She turned in his grasp, burying herself into his naked chest and letting her lover's company soothe her to the point where she wasn't huffing.
"Again?" His voice was soft, understanding. She simply nodded, before he sighed and ran his fingers through her hair. They sat like that for quite some time; much to Jellal's dismay, this was becoming a daily routine. He had always been a light sleeper, and the first time he'd woken up to Erza's screaming had been like living in a nightmare. Now, they repeated the motion like a broken record, again and again to the point where he knew he had to get her to the doctor's, and soon.
"I'm sorry, I keep waking you up," her voice was hoarse from screaming so shrill, so loud, but he paid no heed. Instead, he pulled his head up and kissed her hard, pulling away to look her in the eye.
"Don't apologize for needing me," he told her softly, pressing his fingertips to her cheek. She leaned into the touch, closing her eyes and concentrating on nothing but the man before her. "That's what I'm here for."
She nodded, before pressing her forehead against his in an attempt to quell her beating heart. Jellal got to work untangling the sheets that had wrapped themselves around their legs in an uncomfortable fashion, letting his love rest for a moment before they would simply sit there until she fell asleep out of pure and utter exhaustion. Again, he reminded himself to get her to a doctor.
But for now, he simply became her pillar of strength, supporting her like her presence had done so many times before for himself. Because in the end, only each other could be the light in the darkness that was like a thick vice.
No matter what, they fought together.