Note: THANKS FOR THE REVIEWS. They are all much appreciated! I meant to write something sooner, but I hit that stupid writing phase again where it feels like everything I write is shit, and I literally can't be happy with anything. I don't even like this little update, but I just got over it and posted, so I hope it's good enough, especially since it was requested.

Ship: Lyon x Juvia

Rated: K+

Word Count: 597

Requested by: PervyPopsiclePrincess. AND YOUR ICON, GIRL, I SWOON.

Sleep it Off.
He'd asked her to take care of him throughout the duration of this stomach virus, but he didn't think that he would end up lying in bed by her orders with her ear pressed against his stomach. Truth be told, he expected her to be good at helping someone who was sick, but so far, the only thing that made his illness more bearable was her presence.

Though, he did quite enjoy her soft giggles and that quiet voice of hers when she murmured the obvious to him.

"Juvia can hear Lyon-sama."

"That's embarrassing."

"Your tummy is speaking," she mumbled.

"Yes. It's asking you to get off of it before I barf on you."

Hearing the strain in his voice, Juvia was quick to obey, sitting up without even a moment of hesitation. Her fingers curled into a weak fist as she brought her hand up to her chest, curious blue gaze lingering on his face when she heard a low groan pass through his lips.

"…Thank you, Juvia-chan."

"Juvia has told Lyon-sama not to call her that." She puffed her cheeks, and he covered his mouth with a hand to stifle a mutter of how damn cute she was when she did that. However, she took it as a sign of further sickness, and jumped up from her spot next to the bed, moving closer to him. "Lyon-sama!"

"I-It's fine…" He tried to wave her away with his other hand, their newfound close proximity prompting him to feel even hotter, and not exactly in a good way. His stomach wouldn't stop doing those ridiculous somersaults, and with his queasy feelings for the past several hours, he didn't think he could handle it.

Juvia shook her head in determination. "It's not fine! Lyon-sama is sick, and there's nothing Juvia can do to make it better!"

Her concern touched him, and he chuckled, propping himself up on his elbows. Hissing at the cramping in his stomach at the movement as he did so, he mumbled, "I suppose there isn't much you can do for a stomach virus."

"Except throw up…"

"Juvia, that's a symptom. Doing it won't make it go away any faster."

"Is Lyon-sama sure?" She blinked, folding her arms across her chest and humming in thought. "How about sleep?" prompted the blunette after a moment, glittering gaze returning to his, and she nodded excitedly when she caught his momentarily confused expression. "Juvia can make Lyon-sama sleep!"

Lyon's interpretation of those words involved a lullaby and soft kisses to his forehead from the water mage, and honestly, he wouldn't protest. Such care and contact from the woman he so loved could put him in the best of moods, no matter what he might've been suffering. "I would love that, Juvia-chan!"

"Just Juvia, please, Lyon-sama."

"Juvia."

"Please don't purr Juvia's name…Lyon-sama…"

He chuckled again, collapsing back onto the bed with a heavy sigh. "You're making me feel a little better. Thank you," he told her softly, and she really was. Just knowing she cared felt like enough to heal any ailment of his. Unfortunately –

"Then Juvia is doing her job!" she declared proudly, and Juvia leaned over him to press a hand against his forehead; the heat of his skin burned her own.

"W-Wait–" A sudden burst of nausea struck him deep within, and his hand flew up to his mouth as he sat bolt upright in surprise. His swift movements took Juvia by surprise, she barely staggered a step backward before he gagged, free hand fisting the sheets as his stomach twisted.

"…All over Juvia's boots!?"

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