I wrote this after reading 'The Scarf Boy' by ClumsyMustache. It's an amazing one-shot. I recommend any of her stories to anyone. They're great. This could be a possible continuation. Or not.
Non-beta'd.
Disclaimer: I don't own the idea behind the original Scarf Boy or Fairy Tale. I do have a dog...
:)
Lucy turned around slowly, fists clenched by her sides as she struggled to keep her raw fury in check. Her gaze was livid, russet eyes that once bestowed him with such warmth and affection, holding only contempt. It was times like these, when she was so passionate, that he wondered how it had all come to this. She was beautiful and alive and something in him yearned to rile her up further, keep pushing her until she truly snapped. Her wrath was an inferno and he was caught in the blaze, content to enjoy the warmth of her presence whilst keeping himself safe.
Because as much as he loved her -and truly, he'd never felt anything less than love for the stunning blonde- he couldn't let himself trust her again. It had hurt so much the first time; his heart ripped from his chest for all to witness, thrown on the ground and crushed. One more betrayal and he would simply cease to exist. No, he couldn't let her close, couldn't trust her because history had a funny -cruel- way of repeating itself.
She took a few steps forward, stalking towards him like a lion does its prey. A single finger jabbed into his chest, the harsh rhythmic motion causing his onyx eyes to narrow. He was no stranger to pain, not that she was truly hurting him, but it did bring forth memories he'd rather forget.
"What the hell is your problem?" Her voice was calm, lower than normal and quiet enough that he had to strain to hear her. Fire seemed to be burning its way up his throat, wanting to escape, needing to scream and shout and let her know everything.
"Oh, I'm sorry; I guess I was mistaking you for someone else. Please take my most heartfelt apologies." Sarcasm practically dripped from every word, the air around the couple seeming to crackle with tension. If he'd bothered to notice anything other than Lucy, Natsu might have noticed the attention they were getting. Every single person in the crowded hall was watching the scene with unbridled interest.
"Don't you get it Luce; I want you to leave me alone." The sneered words seemed to do the trick as Lucy quickly tore herself away from his heated gaze, looking down at her feet. However, she wasn't fast enough. He'd already seen the repulsion in her eyes. A scoff past his lips and he turned to leave, trying to ignore the way his heart seemed to just keep on breaking.
A tugging sensation around his neck made him fall back a few steps, eyes widening. She wouldn't. He turned to find small hands securely fastened to the ends of the scaled material. Before he could draw a breath, she let go and loosened the portion covering his neck. Holding the fabric away from his skin she stepped forward and ducked under it, nuzzling into the bruised skin and planting a soft kiss against his collar bone.
Be free my pretties.