Hey guys! Thanks for all the love and support :) every like, reblog, comment, and tag means so much to me. It’s how I know if you like the material I’m writing. So, a lovely anon requested my first nalu fic. It’s taken a while cause I did a ton of research (lol go read that fic too) to make sure I got the characters and relationship right. Anon, I’d love to hear what you think of this! Branching out is great, and one day I’d love to be able to write any ship :) Anyways, so here’s a little fluffy fic I thought would be fun. My friend @miss-zei pointed out after she got a sneak peek (she helped me understand their relationship a lot and I was very nervous about writing a new ship correctly) and saw the spoilers that there are a number of parallels between this and the final chapter. Maybe I’m a wizard like I keep saying, and I guess it means I got the characters down alright :) Anyways, I hope you all enjoy. Even though the door may be closing on the manga, us fic writers will open many more. All you have to do is ask and be patient.
Prompt: I said I love you
It was all Lucy could do to keep her hiccups under control. A few times a minute they would just spring from her lips and the rest of the girls at the table would burst into giggles. Hiccups were Lucy’s tell, though it didn’t take her hiccuping fits to tell she was well passed tipsy. Lucy was a very handsy drunk, and true to her nature, she laid draped over Juvia’s lap as the alcohol pulled yet more laughter out of their group.
Cana had orchestrated quite the night. The entire evening was a blur of drinking, dancing, emotional conversations, and more drinking. The girls had desperately needed to blow off some steam from a crappy week, and Cana had been more than happy to facilitate. Lucy absentmindedly curled Juvia’s hair around her finger as her friends joked and jeered.
“Hey, Levy! You two should get a room!” Cana yelled from her seat at the table. “Or better yet don’t, you’re putting on quite the show.” Across the room, tucked into a corner, a beet red Levy hid behind a hulking, metal-studded man. Gajeel had decided to get a drink, supposedly on a whim, at the exact same bar where they were hanging out, barreling through the door not half an hour after the girls had settled in. Lucy figured it was the work of a certain pearl haired barmaid, who appeared to be enjoying the show as much as Cana. Gajeel turned around to lock eyes with Cana and flashed a wolfish grin before grabbing Levy, carrying her off to a more secluded part of the bar. Lucy knew Gajeel hadn’t actually slung Levy over his shoulder and slapped her ass as he ran away, but in her rum fueled haze that’s what she saw.