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FT angst week Day 3: BROKEN (promises/hearted)

I’VE FINALLY CAUGHT UP. THREE CHEERS FOR ME. Nalu fic under the cut. How does one even word. This is so all over the place and just plain bad and I’m so out of practice for writing fic that it’s embarrassing but I can’t bear to edit this anymore. So tired. Goodnight all. 

Title: Did You Really Think Three Words Were Going To Cut It After A Year, or: Lucy And Natsu Have The Aquarius Talk
Summary: Losing your water spirit is tough when you’re fighting in the pouring rain and your only companion is a stupid fire mage. 
Author’s Notes: Takes place in chapter 424, between when Natsu catches a collapsing Juvia at the front of the Rainfall Village and when Juvia wakes up and provides an explanation for Gray’s absence. I think in-world, the time between the two events was only supposed to be like five minutes or so, but I’m going to use creative license to stretch that out to, like, five hours. Basically, Natsu catches Juvia, they take her into the house and lay her in a bed, and Wendy and Happy volunteer to look after Juvia while Natsu and Lucy go out to find dinner for them all, which is when this fic takes place. Natsu and Lucy return to the village, where Juvia then wakes up and manages to explain the situation. 
Rating: G (for general audiences)
Warnings: None. 


They had only wanted some fish for dinner. 

“LUCY!” Natsu yelled, before a tentacle grabbed him and dunked him underwater again. His flames went out with a sad hiss and Lucy saw him go limp, clutching at the pink appendage wrapped around him for dear life. Ah. So his motion sickness was still in full force, it seemed. Wind buffeted rain into her eyes, and Lucy cracked her whip frustratedly. 

“Damn octopus, let Natsu go!” she screamed at the monstrous creature before them that only just qualified for the classification of octopus by dint of its eight limbs thrashing about in the river. Flinging her arm back, she retired Taurus and called forth Cancer, in the hopes that his constitution might be better suited for the damp environment. 

“Need another haircut so soon, Luc–”

“Learn to read the damn situation!” Lucy said, and Cancer put his salon tools away sheepishly. “You’re a crab, you can fight in the water, right?” 

“Are you kidding me, Lucy? I’m a hairdresser. Humidity is killer for the hair,” he explained. “Whoa, watch it!”

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