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anyways everytime i reread jean’s wiki page to make sure im getting details right for a fic and get to the part abt how he’s still somewhat rebellious in the face of what riko’s done to him i am completely o v e r c o m e with love for him smash that mf like if u love and support jean moreau
prompt: “we should cuddle… for warmth.”
pairing: nalu dedication: @theanimangaofitall (my first and only patron!! i love her!!)
“Why does it have to be so cold?! I hate the cold!”
“Repeating it won’t make it go away, you know.”
Lucy shot Natsu her best death glare. “What would you know,” she hissed and tugged at her jacket in an attempt to get it even tighter around herself, which was an entirely impossible undertaking. “Do you even know what it feels like! I’ve never liked the cold.”
“And I’ve never liked Gray, so that’s pretty much the same thing.”
Ignoring that particular remark, Lucy chose to further concentrate on her own suffering. “Can’t you light a fire or something? Or set me on fire; I don’t care at this point!”
Natsu snorted. “You know what you are? A drama queen!”
Turning towards her, he began pulling at his miniscule vest and did a Lucy-impression that turned real-Lucy’s face a bright red.
“I-I’m not!” she protested weakly.
“There, you look much better already!” He grinned deviously, and Lucy pouted, placing her hands on her cheeks.
“You’re so mean!”
Natsu seemed to ponder this information. For a few minutes he became quiet, and they sat in silence. The only sound was the chattering of Lucy’s teeth.
“I… could help you” he said after he’d let her suffer long enough.
“Of course you could,” she whined, punching his arm when he laughed.
“But only because I’m starting to feel cold myself, you know,” he informed her, sounding awfully clever. Lucy dreaded what was to come. She knew that look.
There was an impish gleam in his eyes.
“We should cuddle… for warmth.” He looked at her triumphantly.
A little smile crept onto her face. "If you say so. I guess I could warm you up a little.”
Natsu cackled. “As if I’d ever be cold! Lucy, I’m hurt! You doubt me!” Turning his face away, he gripped his scarf and tried to look offended. But at the same time he scooted closer and pulled her against his side, so Lucy just snorted.
“When did you become so considerate…” she mocked him, trying not to show the wide smile on her face. The heat that wafted off him could be felt easily even through his leather jacket, and Lucy snuggled into him contently. Had she looked up, she would have seen the smug expression on Natsu’s face.
I had a thought a while ago and suddenly decided I couldn’t stomach the thought of Scrooge attending his nephews’ funerals. So I thought, why couldn’t he outlive them all? After all, he’s a hundred and fifty years old when he meets the triplet for the first time - he’s still young! But he can’t die alone, so obviously his first (and youngest) companion would be by his side, the only survivor from the original six, and of an old age herself. Then… well…. this happened.
Of course, Scrooge buried his nephews on the Manor’s land.