Nalu coffee shop au

“The usual, thanks,” she said, not even looking up from where she was frantically typing into her phone, before storming to her usual nook in the coffee shop.

If she had she would have noticed how it wasn’t her usual barista she had spoken to, but a new, confused pink-headed one instead. 

“Huh?” Natsu managed, having recovered from his surprise only after she had walked away from ear-shot, busy taking out her laptop from her bag even as she continued punching words into her phone.

“Yeah, she does that a lot,” came a voice from his side. 

Natsu quirked an eyebrow at his trainer Gray (not that he would ever willingly treat him as a superior).

“She’s a writer or at least wants to be one, and by the looks of it has had another one of her ideas. Get her a large, strong cocoa cappuccino and set aside one of the red velvet muffins for when she’s done. You’ll know when that is,” he added vaguely before taking a new customer’s order.

Natsu nodded, not entirely convinced he understood what was happening, but got her drink ready anyway. Once it was done, he walked over and placed it in front of her…laptop. He couldn’t see her; the way she was hidden behind its screen would have had him doubting her actually being there if not for the steady, rapid clicking of her keys he could hear.

Curious, Natsu tried peeking at this mystery person from over her laptop. He saw blonde hair tied in a messy bun, but that much he knew already from the blur he had seen earlier.

Craning his neck a little more he managed to sneak a peek of her face. She had on a pout, visibly worrying the inside of her cheek as she typed, still not having noticed Natsu. So busy was she, that the blonde didn’t even notice how her glasses seemed to have slipped down her the tip of her nose, threatening to fall off.

With obviously not much thought, Natsu reached his hand out to push the frame back onto the bridge, a move that earned a him a loud yelp from her as she backed away startled.

“Wh-What were you - “

“Ah! Sorry! Glasses!” he yelled eloquently back at her, shaking finger pointing at the now dangling-from-one-ear glasses.

“Oh,” she said, not having realised their precarious position until then. “Thanks.”

And with that, she corrected the specs, pulled her computer onto her folded lap and continued typing as though nothing had happened, leaving Natsu more puzzled by her than her had been since her arrival.

‘That could definitely have gone worse though,’ he told himself, ignoring the way Gray was watching him, his smirk showing just how much he was enjoying Natsu’s flushed face.

Wait, flushed?

Nah. That was his typical heat. It wasn’t like her eyes were pretty or anything.

Right?

Sure it wasn’t, because as the minutes ticked by, no matter how busy he got, Natsu somehow always managed to sneak a glance or two at her. He watched as she chewed on her thumb as she thought and how her face would light up with happy little smile when she had a new idea. He noticed the way she swept her hair behind her ears, how she would toy with her earring and how she simply wouldn’t - couldn’t  - tear her eyes away from the screen, even while drinking her coffee, twisting in a manner that allowed her to do so without looking away.

She amazed him. How could someone be so passionate about words?

“Dude, stop being a creep,” chastised Gray, though Natsu knew that was mostly just to tease him. He punched him in the shoulder but said nothing in his own defense, quietly going back to work (and looking at her from her the corner of his eye.)

About hour later he was startled out of counting change by a jubilant “YES!” that rang in the emptying coffee house.

Natsu turned to see the writer stretch and sigh contently, laptop back on the table and further away from her than he had ever seen that evening. Realising this was his cue, he finished counting and hurriedly took the muffin over to her. But only because regulars were to be treated extra special - or at least that’s what he told himself. 

He placed it at her table and - suddenly embarrassed over his first impression on her - proceeded to turn around and leave her alone, when her voice stopped him.

“Hey, you’re new,” she stated matter-of-factly, a friendly smile on.

‘It took you long enough,’ he mused mirthfully, a smile breaking out onto his face. “Yup. I’m Natsu!” He announced, jerking a thumb towards himself.

She surprised him by grinning right back. “Lucy. Pleased to meet you. I come by pretty often so you’ll probably see me around a lot.”

“Right,” he said smile suddenly waning into a more abashed one. “I’m…sorry for startling you earlier, about the glasses and all.”

“That was you, wasn’t it,” she groaned, momentarily worrying Natsu. “I’m sorry for being so rude, not noticing you there I just…get that way sometimes when I’m writing.”

Natsu blinked for a moment, before chuckling at her expense. “No wonder, you didn’t even notice the new guy at the counter.”

Lucy’s eyes widened before she dropped her face in her palms. “Oh dear, I’m sorry again I - ”

“Nah, don’t worry about it. I think it’s pretty cool you’re so into something,” he cut her apology off, grinning wide.

It was her turn to blush now, and Natsu found that it made her even more cute. ‘Even more?’

“Cute?” she sputtered.

Natsu’s eyes widened. ‘Had I said that aloud?’

By the way her cheeks were now a deep red it was clear he had.

“And weird,” he blurted, immediately wanting to swallow his tongue.

“Weird?” she squeaked.

“Y-yeah, but in a good way!” he added truthfully, panic seeping into his voice.

There was moment of awkward silence between them, both clearly still flabbergasted over his impromptu compliments, before Gray called for Natsu to return to the counter.

“Uh, that’s me. So, um, happy muffin eating!” he wished and ran off, kicking himself for being so articulate. ‘Cute? Weird? Muffin eating? Ugh, shoot me now.’

He busied himself with chores he didn’t have to do in an unsuccessful bid to distract himself, ensuring he stole no more glances towards Lucy’s nook. A few minutes later, however, he noticed Lucy walking up to him, seemingly all set to leave. She had a cheeky smile on, and when near enough simply said, “I left a tip,” and left. Leaving a once-again too-stunned-to-speak Natsu blinking blankly behind not having said a word. 

“That’s weird,” Gray muttered, interrupting his thoughts of her smile. “She always leaves tips, what’s with the sudden declaration?”

Natsu simply shrugged, going back to his previous chain of thought as he walked over to clean her table, grinning at what he saw when he reached. A generous tip.

And one phone number.

Not too painfully cliche, I hope. Thank you for requesting! :D

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hey! ive never done this before... but i thought it'd be fun, for the both of us hopefully, haha, but anyway, you're an incredible writer, and your nalu stories kill me (seriously wow) so if you're still doing it, good ol' nalu for no. 20? have fun and thanks for giving me something to read in my spare time x

All I could think about was that kiss. 

I didn’t know what bothered me more, the fact that it happened, that I actually let it happen, or that my mind was falling into such a craze because of it. It followed me like a cloud I couldn’t get rid of. It just stayed there, hovering above me and shaking little sparkly snowflakes on me to remind me of the overwhelming shakiness I had felt in that split moment. My insides had twisted up into a giant pretzel I couldn’t unknot for a good few hours, and apparently was still having trouble with.

It only lasted a second. Maybe not even that long. It wasn’t like I was expecting it, who could expect something like that from him? From Asuka? Who the hell asks that kind of question? 

And who the hell actually tries to kiss someone just because a little girl told them to?

He had turned towards me and the moment flashed by so quickly. Everything was a mess, a blurry mess. He said something about the ‘end of the world’ and just came at me. It wasn’t that he was rushing it or anything, but with my impeccable on the spot thinking, I wasn’t nearly prepared enough to think of how to dodge it. 

Then he did it. He had successfully caught me off guard and pressed his lips right on mine. My muscles were rigid and my I feared that so were my lips. Then again, why was I concerned with how well I kissed him anyways?

I felt his hand grab my shirt in that moment, in that mere second he had against again me. It was deeper than expected, he had ultimately parted my lips with his, and there I go again. Remembering every microscopic detail of that one second before I had shoved him away into a cackling Asuka.

I could still feel it in every shirt I wore, how he had twisted the fabric in his fist to pull us an inch closer, how he tilted his head so evenly right before we met and did it all in one swift motion as if this were something natural for him.

I resistantly wondered if he kissed like that every time.

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Hey, I hope you don't mind but I just wanted to say a few things about the ft possession theory. Is there any reason to possess someone even after cursing them? just wondering. Also if the curse was why Zeref contradicts himself half the time(as Mavis thinks), then why does he always say his head hurts? I guess contradicting thoughts could be painful, but maybe an outside influence like possession makes more sense. Also Mavis had the curse for a decade and her thoughts never conflicted. hmm idk.

Not at all anon, the more the merrier! :D

You know, it was Mavis’ lack of contradictory thoughts that fuelled the idea of a possession. They share similar traits - immortality and the ability to steal life - but it is only Zeref who seems to have the added bane of contradictory thoughts. That could be because unlike him, Mavis’ thoughts are solely her own.

I see perfect cause to possess someone after cursing them. Assuming this is based on the my post from earlier, and judging by Zeref’s weird behaviour we can assume that this God is using Zeref as a means of obliterating humanity - probably out of spite.

What I’m guessing is happening here is that Gods can enter the mortal realm only by two means: by being summoned (like Ikusa-tsunagi during the Avatar arc) or by possessing someone (e.g Chronos and Dimaria). It won’t surprise me if there were rules that Gods have to live by as well, preventing them from actively affecting the mortal realm without some reason (summoning, possession or a being breaking their rules - the latter being Zeref’s case).

If that’s true and if Ankhserum really had a bone to pick with humanity, doing so via Zeref would be a good idea - the curse acting as a mask for the possession so that Zeref wouldn’t know, as well helping things along with its ability to kill. It also helps that he is immortal, giving the deity a good amount of time to work on his plans.

Zeref himself is someone who values human life. He says so himself:

He hates it that people would kill. His attempt to force an apathy towards life is because that is what he believes will save that of being around him.

However, after a while we see that he has a burning drive to end humanity, a complete clash from his previous stand - which may not be his thoughts and ideals at all, but that of Ankhserum wanting to fuel the end of humanity for reasons.

But even if he isn’t consciously aware of it, his system would fight back against an alien presence inside him I’m sure. So as he realises his thoughts contradicting, he begins questioning why and it won’t be too much to assume that struggle would have physical ramifications that also take the form of headaches.

All this is, however, based on a lot of assuming.

I hope this answers your queries anon! ^^

Anyone with anything to add?

"I'm sick of you always taking the cat's side in everything" for nalu please

“I’m sick of you taking the cat’s side on everything!” Lucy seethed, glaring at Natsu with a shredded pink sweater in one hand and her other placed firmly on her hip. 

“But Lucy, he didn’t mean it!” Natsu whined, clutching a strangely bright blue cat to his chest, the feline looking at Lucy with wide, apologetic eyes. 

“We have bought him literal BOXES of toys. And he has to sharpen his claws on my closet?” Lucy hissed, shaking her ruined clothing in front of her. She started pacing the length of their small bedroom, no more than ten steps across the entirety of it. Hey, a writer’s pay check and the money from his odd jobs doesn’t exactly pay a whole lot of bills. 

He looked down at the cat in his arms, and gnawed on his lip. Natsu had had him since he was an early teen, even naming him Happy because of the joy the small kitten had brought to the orphanage. He couldn’t imagine not having Happy around every day, but this was the third time in five days that Happy had destroyed something of Lucy’s… and she had already given so much to be with Natsu, including all of her family’s wealth and opportunities…

“I’m sure Gajeel would be happy to take ya,” Natsu murmured to Happy, the small cat mrao-ing and nudging the hand Natsu was using to gently stroke his head with. 

“What?” 

Natsu looked up to see Lucy frozen midstep, brown eyes wide in horror as she met Natsu’s eyes. Her bun was falling from it’s knot, wild blonde pieces framing her hollowed cheeks and puffy eyes. Had Lucy always looked so exhausted? “I was just talking to Happy ‘bout who was gonna take him. Hey, maybe he’d like it with Wendy, you always liked that Charla, eh buddy?” Natsu forced a smile on, shoulders tense as he looked down at the sad cat. 

“Natsu…” Lucy trailed off, slow as she walked over to Natsu and led him to sit on their double bed. “How could you ever think I’d want Happy to leave? He’s a part of this family as much as you or me, it would just be… wrong, to come home and not have him pounce me from the top of the fridge.” Lucy reached for the blue cat, Happy purring and snuggling into her chest, nose pressing on her chin apologetically as his white tipped tail spiralled around her bare forearm. 

“I just wish the little shit would stop destroying half my closet.”

Natsu snorted at Lucy’s pointed sigh, Happy feeling his apology was sufficient and slinking up her shoulder where he wound around her neck, secure and immovable once he was settled. Natsu chuckled in relief as he scratched Happy’s chin, the soothing purrs obvious and pulling a smile even from Lucy. 

His eyes lit up when he looked at Lucy, an idea of why Happy was acting out forming in his head. “He misses ya.”

Lucy raised an eyebrow skeptically, one hand absent-mindedly playing with Happy’s tail as her other laced with Natsu’s. “You’ve been working on your latest book down at that cafe with the free wifi, right?” Natsu asked, continuing when Lucy nodded her head in agreement. “Well, he misses you! So he goes into your closet and curls up in all your shirts and shit, and then his claws get stuck or he gets bored!” Natsu beamed when Happy yawned, proud of himself -and having fallen asleep watching one too many Animal Planet documentaries.

“That’s… actually kind of cute.” Lucy hummed, resting her cheek on top of the cat’s head as she bit her cheek in thought. “But there’s no internet here, and I need that for research on my novel.”

Silence fell over the tiny apartment, both Natsu and Lucy struggling to come up with a solution. Lucy was the first to break the quiet, pulling Happy from his perch and settling him in her lap as she leaned her head on Natsu’s chest. 

“It’s getting nicer out, and the Flower Gardens offer free wifi in the park. I could probably stand to claim a bench daily and bring Happy with me to roam for a bit.” Lucy played with Happy’s ears as she spoke quietly, Happy chirping in agreement, a small sound that was suspiciously familiar to the word ‘aye’. “He’d have to wear a bell.” Lucy warned firmly, Natsu making a low and pleased noise as he hugged Lucy to his side tightly, another small ‘aye’ coming from an excited Happy.

“But no fish for a month! I lost my favourite sweater in his bid for attention.”

Natsu grinned at Lucy’s pout, Happy meowing mournfully and what Natsu imagined were the beginnings of tears in his eyes as he looked at Natsu for support. He mentally apologized to Happy, but he’d have to go along with Lucy on this one. 

Especially if he wanted his girlfriend to become his finance. He was just glad Happy had left Natsu’s sock drawer alone, the small black box would have been hard to explain to Lucy amongst piles of shredded clothing. 

#2 for the drabbles?

The way you said “I love you” prompt list

2. With a hoarse voice, under the blankets (You didn’t specify, so Gajevy!)

“I told you it would be way better than the couch!” Levy said proudly, propping herself up by her elbows on her cat pillow pet.

Gajeel rolled his eyes, but gave a grudging smile as he settled on his stomach into his own couch cushion on the floor. Their pillow fort was, as she said, much better than the couch, heavy blanket held up by several chairs and haphazard ottomans. Their little hideout was littered with a nest of more blankets and pillows, providing a perfect place to lounge and eat popcorn while their Star Wars marathon ran.

The two friends had been planning on meeting their friends in the park, but the heavy rain had interrupted. So Gajeel found himself laying beside Levy in their magnificent pillow fort in front of the TV, watching the introduction of the first… fourth? Ah, the introduction for A New Hope roll, Levy, as always, reading all of it out loud.

It had become a tradition with them, marathoning and making snarky commentary throughout entire movie series’. Gajeel would never admit how much he adored when Levy would interject with random comments almost every minute about the making of this scene in the movie, random facts about the series universe, tiny parts of the movie that he’d have never noticed, and the small stories behind them. He’d lay his head down on his arms with his face turned towards her, often forgetting the movie entirely while she spoke. Pantherlily, Gajeel’s cat, always filled the space between them, and sometimes, Gajeel wished he wouldn’t.

This was the third time marathoning Star Wars, so they both recited several lines of The Empire Strikes back, until they finally made it to Gavel’s favorite part.

“I am your father,” Levy quoted in the deepest tone her little voice could manage.

“No, that’s not true,” Gajeel said, contorting his face into a fake look of horror. “That’s impossible!”

“Search your feelings! You know it to be true!” Levy responded, holding out an arm towards the screen.

“Nooooooooooooo!” cried Gajeel, rolling onto his back. “Nooo-”

And as always, that was the part where they both burst out laughing.

“His face!” Levy choked, small body shaking with laughter. “His FACE!”

“Never gets old,” Gajeel sighed, turning back to lay on his stomach and dropping his head into his arms.

He peeked over his curtain of long, black hair to see her still giggling, hands on her reddened cheeks as she settled back into her previous position. Her blue curls trailed down her shoulders, splayed out on the pillow. She’d put on fleece, Millennium Falcon pajamas, and her red glasses were perched on her nose.

The words seemed to just fall out of him. No, maybe they burst out like a burning rocket that had been held to Earth. They just came easily, under the blanket of a pillow fort with his voice hoarse from laughter: “I love you.”

Her warm, brown eyes met his, round and blinking in astonishment. Gajeel felt himself curling up, terrified by what he’d just done. He’d sworn not to tell her! She was never supposed to find out, to save their friendship, which was the best thing he ever had in his miserable life. But now, his stupid mouth had to run away with him, and she was looking at him only in shock.

Gajeel closed his eyes, waiting for it all to end and for awkwardness to take over. For the movie nights and pillow forts and falling asleep and waking up to have her be the first thing he saw… all of it to end.

But that’s when she smiled, took his hand, and said, “I know.”

AN: This is what tomfoolery happens when you silly turds try to give me the smutty prompt.