Nalu, 6 lmao
OH MY GOODNESS THIS IS WEEKS(?) LATE. im sorry dani omg. congratulations for being the first person to send me a writing prompt, and for motivating me to write my fIRST FAIRY TAIL FANFIC love you & pls dont hate me for my tardiness! :x
i think its unnecessarily long sorry, does it even make sense? its 2am and omg ill read it over in the morning
“Is there a reason you’re naked in my bed?
“Leaving already, Luce?”
Said girl turned her head to see her long time best friend give a questioning look upon her departure. Lucy had just wrapped her hand around the doorknob, hoping know one would notice her disappearance within the bar, and it seemed her luck was low today.
Lucy loosened her grip and turned around fiddling with the ends of her jacket, “Uh yeah. I’m not feeling that well so I’m just gonna head home.”
She unwillingly looked at the smaller blunette forcing a thin smile. Honestly she felt bad. The utterly stressful week of exams had just ended and they wanted to celebrate at the local bar. And she did not want to be the party pooper, announcing her leave.
She just wanted to go home in peace and without her friends nagging her. She’d deal with this situation in the morning. But obviously the universe had different plans.
Levy stared at her friend, resting a hand on her hip. A beat of silence passed by.
“You miss him, don’t you?”
Lucy flinched. But out of instinct,
“No.” Deny. Lucy bit her tongue. Why did she always do that? Of course she missed him. Fuck, she missed him so much. But remembering her last conversation with him made her insides want to shrivel up into a box made for mice. God, she had been so stupid. What they fought over was stupid.
Everything was just stupid.
Concerned, the smaller girl stepped forward, “Lucy yo-”
“See you tomorrow, Levy, text when you get home okay?” Lucy spluttered out as she hastily left the building, shutting the door behind her. The moment her feet touched the pavement Lucy bolted.
She was so embarrassed. She was never in the right mind in situations like those. She held her messenger bag close to her body as she ran down the street. There were noises and shouts behind her, calling for her name. But she didn’t once turn around. Turning the corner Lucy slowed down to catch her breath, leaning on a brick wall. She looked up at the darkened sky decorated with small twinkling stars, and breathed out.
Why did she always run away?
Two hours later, Lucy lay in her bed under a mound of blankets and pillows. She was cold and she was tired. And she couldn’t even shower when she got home. Of course the pipes just had to be broken at this time. As well as her heater, which seemed to have lost its life 9 months into its usage. The universe loved her.
Lucy frowned as she turned on her side, staring in to the darkness. Inching her way to the edge of the bed, she grabbed a well-stuffed pillow imprisoning it within her arms. Lucy let out a sigh as she laid her head on the cushion. She wondered what he was doing right now. Was he having fun at that firemen’s retreat? Did he miss her at least half as much as she missed him? Lucy mentally scoffed cutting her own thought off.
No he didn’t. Definitely not.
She wished she could have fixed things, the things she caused, before he left. But she was a coward. Lucy immediately buried her face within the fabric of the pillow and released screams of regret. Pulling the cushion closer to her face, it was as if she anticipating that comfort would somehow seep out of it for her.
Releasing feelings alone wasn’t comfort. Lucy knew that all too well.
Lucy unwillingly opened her eyes. It was dark, and damn, it was cold. Reaching out her right arm she started to feel around for the blanket. She didn’t usually kick off the blanket, or at least not completely off that she’d actually wake from it.
“Where is that stupid thing?” The blonde mumbled to herself, now sitting up. It was pitch black in her room, and her eyes hadn’t adjusted yet. But even so, she could fairly make out the lumped figure at the other end of her bed. With her blanket.
It was a large lump. Not your usual deflated ones where you know it’s just your blanket. No, it was a big one, and it was moving.
Then suddenly a wave of fear came over her. Who was it? Why’d they take her blanket? And why were they in her apartment?
Lucy backed up against the wall, grabbing a pillow and held it against thumping her chest. Take a deep breath Lucy. You can do this. Deep breath. Natsu taught you self defense.
Lucy squeezed her eyes shut. Her luck level was on a negative. She could feel the goosebumps come about from her legs to her shoulders. God, she prayed that he was here right now. That he was here to save her somehow. To comfort her. From this.. blanket thief..? Lucy shook her head, and stared hard at the now moving blanket mass. I can do this. Lucy set down the pillow and hesitantly went on all fours. She slowly set off, crawling towards the foot of the bed with careful movements.
Lucy dipped her toes over the edge of the bed, feeling for the wooden floor.
Lucy whipped her head back, eyes wide. Thinking she was caught, she jumped up in defense, but automatically lost her stance. Letting out a small yelp she fell against her writing desk. Mumbling a few curses, she rubbed the back of her neck. Then realizing her situation, she quickly crawled to the edge of the bed, peaking at the lump of sheets. Seeing as it was still, Lucy took it as a clear and continued crawling to its side of the bed.
Take a deep breath
Lucy was now on her knees, in front of the blob of sheets. This was it. Outstretching her arm, Lucy reached for the switch of her nightlight. The one Natsu got for her.
Lucy shook her head, even pinched a cheek. That was very inappropriate. Here she was about to unmask a thief, and she was thinking about him. Was she crazy? Definitely. Now that her scene was illuminated, this would be done in a without hitch. A shiver rolled down her spine, leaving the hairs on her neck upright. She was really cold. Just a bit more. She encouraged herself. Just a bit more and I’ll get my stupid blanket back.
Opening one of the drawers Lucy looked for some type of weapon to attack them with. Just in case they tried to fight back. Quietly shuffling through her miscellaneous items, she finally chose her wooden hair brush. It was a typical tan coloured brush with dark bristles, one she’d gotten ages ago.
She took a deep breath, weapon- hair brush- in hand. Leaning up against the bed, she gripped the end of her blanket and winded her armed hand back. She could do this. If anything went wrong, her famously named Lucy-Punch wouldn’t do her wrong, nor would her Lucy-Kick. Swallowing the lump in her throat Lucy gripped the fabric harder.
“Three!” Lucy hurriedly whispered as she yanked the blanket off. But she stopped halfway down their torso as she realized just what it was. Who it was.
It was him.
She dropped her hairbrush.
The moment it made contact with the floor, Lucy flinched. But the so-called thief was unaffected, he seemed to even cuddle closer with the pillow he kept captive around his toned arms.
Lucy stayed still, boring her eyes into his face. Not like he was conscious to care. Was this real? Was he real?
God, how she missed him.
She hadn’t seen his face in a week. Had it really been a week already? Well he did mention the retreat was a week long. But it still felt like ages since she’d seen him. His hair was still the same; unnatural and untamed. She never did understand how pink- out of all the given colours, was his natural hair. But she’d never thought to question it until now.
Her eyes studied his figure. He was on his stomach, cuddling every pillow in his reach. He looked very comfortable in her bed. Not very surprising for Natsu. The blanket draped just over his waist, reaching a dangerously low territory. A territory that seemed unclothed.
Lucy quirked a brow at that. Was he…?.. No..
Pushing aside all the anguish threatening to spill out of her body, Lucy stood up on the spot. Her breaths were shaky as well as her body. Has he always had this affect on her?
As she opened her mouth, something cut her off.
“..Hnng.. Luce?” Natsu’s low raspy voice let out, “Is that you?” He peaked an eye open, the nightlight blinding the other. He could really only make out a yellowy-white blob.
“Natsu.” Lucy puffed her cheeks. Was he really that nonchalant, considering the situation he was in?
“Is there a reason as to why you’re naked in my bed?”
“I’m not naked Luce.” Natsu said, shutting his eyes once more.
Lucy’s eyes widened after she realized what she just implied. Was he actually naked? Was he actually crazy enough to show her? No. No he wasn’t… But this was Natsu she was talking about. God help them. Her eyes widened as he gripped the covers in means of lifting it up.
“Wait Na-!” She called out, covering her eyes from the view.
“See?” Natsu murmured as he swiftly revealed the uncharted territory of his lower waist.
Sweats. He was wearing low ridden sweats.
“Oh.” Lucy whispered averting her eyes to her wooden floor. She got worked up over nothing. The adrenaline leaked out of her body, making her feel physically weaker and cold. She really wished she could hop in under the covers and hideaway right about now. Except for the fact that her wonderful blanket was in Natsu’s possession. She just wanted to hide from the world, was that too much to ask?
Lucy stood still. This was awkward. She shifted on the spot rubbing her forearm, not noticing that another pair of eyes were watching her every move.
Lucy bit her lip. She had to do it. And she had to do it now. This was God giving her a second chance, and she would not let it slip. Despite this thoroughly and completely odd situation- How did he even break in? Whatever- she had to do it. She did not waste her whole week sulking around; bathing in her own regret, just to waste this opportunity.
“Look Natsu, I’m so-”
“Say, you wanna lay down, Luce?”
Lucy frowned and looked at him. What? His eyes were still closed, but his arms were inviting. He knew she was going to apologize, but why did he stop her? Just to invite her to lay down in her own bed with him. She snuck a glance at the digital clock up on the wall, at 4:30in the morning? He was definitely whack.
But he was Natsu.
Lucy’s mind was running. Too many thoughts for one brain’s capabilities of handling. Her last week to put it bluntly, was hell. It was horrid. Full of regret. She pushed him away for stupid reasons. She said things that hurt herself to say. She was utterly stupid, yet here he was. This dork, with his arms wide open.
She almost laughed at her situation.
“Any day now, Lucy.” Natsu mumbled, his hands gesturing for her to come closer, the sleep evident on his face. The pinkette had moved back almost reaching the middle of the mattress giving her an obvious amount of room before closing his eyes. He finally pulled the blanket over his shoulders but leaving just enough extra for another.
Hesitantly, Lucy stepped forward and climbed up onto the bed and under the blanket. She moved some pillows aside and laid on her side, facing him. She tucked a hand under the confinements of her cheek and looked at him. At Natsu.
His eyes were closed, but she knew he was awake. Lucy looked at him a little harder, examining the small scars littered across his jaw, and kisses from the sun just atop his nose.
“I missed you.”
Lucy held her breath. Were her ears playing games? Did she hear that correctly? He missed her? She adjusted her position, the rising goose bumps bothering her. She felt almost a physical weight flow out of her. Those words were just so comforting to hear. It put her mind at immediate ease.
Tears pricked the corners of her eyes as she bit her lip to keep it from trembling. Those words were so damn simple. But it seemed to make everything right. How did that even work? This whole time she had this detailed plan of how their confrontation would play out, how she would apologize. Everything; she almost memorized it like a script. But she didn’t expect it to turn out like this. In her bed, four in the morning, under her blanket. But it was so them. But was there even still a “them”?
Gaining the courage, Lucy reached out and gently laid her palm again his cheek, moving her thumb in a slow circular motion. It was almost as if to make sure he wasn’t a figment of her imagination. Natsu, surprised at the sudden contact opened his eyes. He honestly wasn’t expecting an answer from her, or anything at all really. Maybe a demand for his presence to be gone, but he knew she wouldn’t have to heart actually go through with it.
“I’m so sorry.” Lucy barely whispered, her voice cracking. She let her hand slide down his face and onto the sheets. She had so much to say, her mind couldn’t process it all in the correct order. She couldn’t even make eye contact, instead gripping the bed sheets between them. She felt a tears leak down her cheeks but did nothing to stop them. She could only stare at the distance between them.
Moments passed and Natsu stared at her now tear stained face with furrowed brows. Seeing her tears tore at his heart. He promised himself he’d never let it happen. But it was happening. Natsu bit his lip before he shuffled towards her under the sheets and closed the distance.
Without a word, he slipped an arm under her neck and the other above her waist. Natsu gently nudged her chin upwards forcing their eyes to meet. His chartreuse eyes seeming to look past her trembling pair of hazel. He leaned forward touching their foreheads together and closed his eyes.
“Don’t cry anymore, okay? I’m here so it’ll be okay.” Natsu softly murmured, “ You’ll be okay.” He then gently tucked her head into the crook of his neck. They fit like a perfect puzzle piece.
Lucy stifled back another line of tears threatening to fall, her hands by her side. She didn’t deserve him. Not in the least bit.
Suddenly she felt his hand take hold of her arm, draping it over his own torso.
“It’s awkward if you don’t do it back, Luce.” Natsu’s voice lowly whispered , his lips brushing her against ear.
Lucy’s cheeks tinged pink, her arms squeezing his body.
“Whatever.” She grumbled, leaning her head deeper into his scent. Lucy felt his arms tighten in the slightest bit around her, his head snuggled against her temple. She let out a breath of relief, a breath of comfort.
Natsu grinned against her head, “Night, you weirdo.”
It’s warm. She thought, It’s really warm.