A Continuation Of Natsu Stealing And Serving In Lucys PJs

A continuation of Natsu stealing and serving in Lucy’s PJs

NALU WEEK - DAY #3

YEARNING

“Is something wrong, Natsu?” Mirajane asked, skillfully balancing a tray full of wobbling dishes.

Natsu had been restless all morning, and a restless Natsu was a danger to society, especially when the guild had just been renovated, again. 

She had been watching him wander from table to table, annoying everyone he encountered. He had already set a wooden pillar on fire and picked two fights with Gray. He would likely have started a third if the ice mage hadn’t left for a job with Juvia.

He was slumped over one of the tables, his forehead pressed against the wood. Happy was doing the same beside him.

“Just so you know, the Master said if you start another fight, I’m allowed to kick you out,” she said casually, trying to catch his attention. “He said I can use any means necessary.”

She saw him shiver and heard a series of grunts, which answered her previous question. Natsu was anything but okay. Mirajane sighed, putting the tray down on the table to focus on the little depressed boy in front of her.

“I don’t know what’s wrong with me,” he whined while sitting up straight. “I’m so bored.”

“Mira, life has no meaning,” Happy added, his tone equally depressed.

“Have you looked for a job?” Macao suggested from a table nearby.

“They’re all stupid,” Natsu grumbled, rolling his eyes.

“Maybe you’re hungry,” Droy chimed in from somewhere behind her.

“You just need a drink!” Cana cheerfully exclaimed, presenting him with a full pint.

Mirajane looked around. The hall that day was quite full, but someone’s absence was clearly standing out.

“Guys, I don’t think it’s any of that,” she said with a giggle, and Natsu raised his eyebrows and looked at her with curiosity. She picked up her tray and started walking away, realizing there was nothing she could do to fix Natsu’s mood. 

“What, Mira? What?” he called after her, as if she knew secrets he couldn’t remotely fathom.

“Lucy will be back shortly,” she raised her voice so he could hear her, a knowing smile on her lips.

“What does that m—Lucy! You are back!” Natsu shouted, loud and excited.

“You are back!” Happy repeated.

Mirajane shook her head and chuckled. She might have to help Lucy out one of those days because Natsu was oblivious to so many things it was becoming painful to watch.

But, at least for now, the guild hall was safe.

i bet natsu is really playful and always gives lucy surprise kisses all the time when they’re dating

I want to wear his initial on a chain 'round my neck

Or in Lucy’s case, wear Natsu’s scarf around her neck

I can literally imagine Natsu giving Lucy his scarf all the time after they start dating just because he thinks she smells nice (and so the scarf smells like her) and because he wants the whole world to know that she is his girl!!

But just like in the 100yq I can also see Lucy wanting to wear the scarf and Natsu being playful and trying to take it back (even though he absolutely loves how she looks in it)

Natsu’s scarf and Lucy is a combination that I adore!!

the best thing about Juvia is that she is a little bit delulu and this make her so fascinating to me like same girl

NALU WEEK - DAY #4

SCARS

“For once, you had a great idea, Natsu! The water is amazing.” Lucy squeezed her hair to let the water out and lay down. A nice cold swim was exactly what they needed. The last quest had left them covered in dirt and ashes, but that was to be expected when your partner was the Fire Dragon Slayer.

“Fish!” Happy yelled, diving once again into the natural pool they had found in the depths of the forest.

It was beautiful. The water shimmered under the sun, and the sound of the waterfall and of the birds singing was therapeutic. Lucy closed her eyes and sighed, her skin drying under the hot summer sun.

Her moment of peace was short-lived. She was showered with droplets of water as Natsu shook himself like a dog next to her.

“Natsu!” she yelled as he plopped down on his stomach just beside her. 

“Ah, this is the life!” he commented lifting his chest to rest on his elbows.

She closed her eyes again, and only to open them a few seconds later. Natsu wasn’t speaking but she could feel his attention on her and his hand was tracing abstract shapes on her arm. 

It took her a second to realize he was following with his fingers one of her old scars. Feeling her gaze, Natsu raised his eyes. He didn’t say anything, but Lucy knew he was asking for permission to continue, and she nodded.

“That one is old. It’s from when we were looking for Macao, remember?”

Natsu's eyes were back on her scar, his eyebrows furrowed and his lips pursed. He looked so focused Lucy was almost afraid to talk. She felt his hand move from her bicep to her elbow, his fingers touching the sensitive skin of another small scar.

“Tenrou Island,” she said immediately without him asking. She felt his hot touch linger a moment longer before his fingers moved down to her forearm. 

“That’s actually from when we got stuck in that bell after the Grand Magic Games.” she chuckled and saw his cheeks and ears coloring. 

“When you decided to get naked right in the middle of a fight?” he teased tapping his fingers on her skin, his smile turning into a smirk. 

It was Lucy's turn to blush. She squirmed under his touch, but he didn’t move his hand.

“It wasn’t my fault!” she whined, but before she could defend herself more Natsu’s smirk disappeared. His hand had reached her wrist. 

The marks from Virgo’s Fleuve d'étoiles had left a mark that went all around her wrist. It wasn’t a dark scar, it was barely there, but Natsu had seen it. 

Among all the memories she had cited, that was the most painful to revisit, so she remained silent. Natsu seemed to sense her tensing up because he moved on without waiting for her explanation.

His hands reached her waist, and Lucy’s breath caught in her throat. She felt his fingers push against her skin, suddenly much warmer than a second before. 

“That’s also from the Grand Magic Games,” she whispered, worried she would disturb his meticulous search.

“Minerva,” he growled, his expression darkening. Lucy wasn’t ready for that sudden change of mood, and she observed him quietly as his expression hardened and his eyes narrowed. 

His hand descended to her bikini, where a long scar started from her navel and disappeared under the fabric. His hand stopped right there, where the skin met the swimsuit. 

She blushed, but he didn't seem to realize where his hand was, his gaze dark and intense. 

She didn’t know if it was because it was a sensitive spot or because that touch belonged to Natsu, but each little movement, even her abdomen moving up and down, was enough to make her shiver.

“Natsu, it’s okay,” she said softly, a smile in her words. 

“No, it’s not. I don’t like it.” His gaze was fixed on his hand, still burning against her skin.

“Oh, I know they’re not pretty, but—” she suddenly felt self-conscious and tried to move away, but Natsu’s hand kept her still.

“I wasn’t able to protect you,” he interrupted her, averting his gaze, his cheeks coloring once more. 

Lucy sighed, feeling silly for having doubted him, her body relaxing under his touch. 

“Natsu, I’m a mage,” she said, “you’re also full of scars.” To prove her point, she playfully tapped a scar on his shoulder.

“It’s different,” he pouted.

“How is it different?”

“It just is.”

She gently cupped his chin and turned his head to face her, and Natsu grudgingly obliged.

“Look,” she said, pointing to a scar on her knee. “This reminds me of the first time we met. Remember? When that guy was pretending to be you?” he rolled his eyes, but she continued. 

“And this? This is from that time we ended up in Edolas.”

“And this is from when I made you and Happy those cookies and burned myself with the pan!”

Natsu finally met her eyes, a smile fighting his way out. 

“They all tell a story,” she said. “A story about me and you.”

He finally allowed himself to smile, and, for a moment, Lucy thought he looked beautiful. With his cheeks red from the sun, his cherry pink hair still wet from their swim, and his golden skin shining under the sun.

“Want to know which is my favorite?” she asked, leaning toward him, their noses almost touching.

He nodded, his eyes wide with curiosity, and for a second, Lucy could have sworn he was holding his breath.

“This one,” she pointed to her shoulder, where a series of little dots formed an arc.

“Where is it from?” he asked, furrowing his brows.

“You idiot! You bit me last month!” she smacked him on the head and jumped on her feet ready to run. Natsu was soon at her tail. 

She kept laughing and tripping, and it wasn’t hard for Natsu to catch her and throw her in the water, but she didn’t care. Her heart was full. 

Those scars were part of her and she cherished each of them, just like every moment she had shared with Natsu.

(Needless to say, she added a new scar on her knee, tripping during her run.)