part 1 of 3 of my 1.4K shitty edit series. I did tell you guys that I have zero access to editing software so I’m essentially stuck with nothing and, as a result, these would be really…really…really bad. Sorry?
Summary: Artist AU- Natsu adopts the hobby of painting and tries to use his partner-in-crime, Lucy Heartfilia, as his model. Things don’t go quite as planned.
“I just want you to stand still, now.”
“Just hold that book and-“
“Don’t tell me what to do.”
“Come on, this is important.”
Lucy laughed. “I know. Just teasing. Can’t you take a joke?”
She resumed her pose, holding the book in one hand and gazing off into the
distance. Natsu claimed it was for ‘artistic effect.’
Natsu dipped his brush into one of the colors on his pallet
and brought it up to the canvas, determination twisting his facial expression.
His brush strokes began slow and careful as he glanced from Lucy to his canvas
and back again.
Painting is what calmed the usually explosive and fiery
burst of energy Natsu usually wore on his sleeve. He discovered his natural
talent for it one day on a job. Erza dragged the two on a job with her for
painting sets for a musical in hopes that she’d get the chance to be onstage
again. Once the brush was placed in his hand, it was like magic. He directed
his energy into his work and- for once- there was no destruction of property.
Erza never got to perform, though.
Lucy tapped her foot, her patience starting to run thin. She
raised an eyebrow, an idea starting to form in her head. She never skipped out
on a chance to mess with him. Between glances, Lucy inched her hand up toward
her head slowly and stopped before he looked back at her again.
Natsu only raised an eyebrow and dismissed it, assuming it
was his eyes playing tricks.
Lucy’s eyes darted around the room, looking in different
directions at different times. Natsu’s confusion became more evident on his
face each time he looked back at her and his mouth curved into a heavy frown.
In one swift movement, Lucy took the book and raised it in
front of her face, stifling a small giggle.
“Oh please, Lucy.”
She laughed harder.
“Take this seriously. Do you or don’t you want to be in this
“Only joking, Natsu. Continue. I’ll keep still this time, I
He narrowed his eyes, but continued to paint through his
suspicion. He tried focusing on his brush strokes, blending colors together,
creating texture, trying to get her skin shade perfect. He was so focused that
he almost didn’t notice that Lucy had stuck her tongue out at him while he
The brush clattered to the floor. The paint that remained on
the bristled had splattered onto Natsu’s bare ankles.
Lucy laughed, her head falling back, looking up to the
He started packing up his things.
“No! Please go on. I’m just having a little fun. It’s so
boring standing here holding a book with a huge frown on my face.”
He said nothing and left the room.
Lucy charged forward, in attempt to catch him and apologize.
Natsu wasn’t even yelling. Or fighting. This was not going to be good.
She passed the canvas, then stepped back to see what he had painted. Only her face and shoulders
were done. Framed by blonde hair, a face with a small smile and slightly
flushed cheeks stared back at her. Lucy reached out with thin fingers and
stroked the corner of the canvas.