Hello! This is my first NaLu fic! I'm hoping the first chapter is sort of a basis to whatever chapters come after. Basically they won't have a serious one shot plot, but I'm aiming for a humorous/feel-good story with this random AU I thought of. Please, please, please leave me your thoughts as you go through it!
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It was a tranquil Sunday morning in the quaint town of Magnolia. The streets were somewhat cleared other than the occasional car that passed by. Sunday was the quiet before the storm of the raging weekdays that ravaged the small town. Though it was minuscule compared to the larger cities of Fiore, the place was a popular center of commerce. Traders and merchants often yelled out their products from the side of the road while the streets were filled to the brim with people of all backgrounds. It was truly a sight to behold. Especially for a particular blonde who was held captive in her own home half her life.
Lucy Heartfilia was just at the end of her teenage years. She had the world at the palm of her hand at one point. She could get anything she wanted at anytime. The only thing she needed to do was surrender her future to a man she called her father. As simple as that.
But here she was, digging into the cushions of her car for spare change. Two baskets sat in the back of the weary vehicle. The same vehicle that her landlady had "generously given" to her with the small payment of fifty dollars added to her monthly rent. Still, it was cheaper than leasing one from any of the local dealers. Those conniving bastards.
A moment of searching went by until a triumphant grin crossed her pale cheeks. She brandished a set of triplet coins only to drop them into a pouch of change. Brushing a strand of hair out of her eyes, the blonde exited her car and heaved one of the plastic bins into her arms with her.
After a couple weeks of procrastination, the amount of dirty articles of clothing began to accumulate. It wasn't the first time this had happened. One moment her room was pristine clean and the next it had multiple piles of uselessness ready to topple over her and kill her. What could Lucy say? She was a busy person that didn't need the chore of cleaning to get in her way. It was only in the name of efficiency.
Once a notebook was securely balanced on top of the mountains of clothes, Lucy closed the door of her silver Honda with the heel of her shoe.
"Hah!" The blonde said under her breath with a smug smirk, "Now, who said I couldn't multitask? I'm an independent woman that don't need nobody-"
A gasp escaped her as the toe of the flip-flop caught the curb of the sidewalk. The basket leapt from her hands and into the air. The only thing she could do was watch in horror as the garments spilled out and littered the small patch of sidewalk.
It took a few seconds for her to register what had just occurred. Lucy groaned in exasperation, "Oh, come on!"
"Ma'am? Do you need some help?"
Lucy froze.
"Uh, hello? Ms.?"
Great, this was just peachy. She trips mid monologue with panties, bras, and God knows what flinging all willy nilly across town. But now she has to deal with the embarrassment of a bystander?
"N-no it's fine! I can get it!" The blonde began to scramble to her dropped items only to be stopped by him.
The only thing she did was look up.
There he was looming over her with an obvious "what-in-the-hell-happened" expression written all over his face. A glistening badge and the ironed blue uniform gave away his profession. And Jesus on a stick he was… something.
Other than the blatant pink hair, he was striking. Even at her point of view she knew he was over six foot. He had a pair of piercing green eyes that contrasted to his tan skin. She certainty didn't ignore the small details like his sharp jawline or the fact that she could see the muscles under his shirt.
Lucy's eyes grew as he knelt down looking her right in the eye, "Hey, are you okay?" A large hand wrapped gently around her small wrist. Holy shit. Yup, those were definitely muscles. Lucy automatically felt the blush that was painting itself on her face.
Shaking her head to awaken from her weird trance she spoke, "Yeah, I'm fine! Believe me, I think I would know."
Okay, who even says that Lucy? She thought, mentally scolding herself.
It wasn't until the blonde winced that she realized she had scraped her hand as he moved it to the side to get a better look at her palm. His green eyes glanced up to her brown ones in amusement, "Oh really?" She huffed, "Maybe."
"Well!" a sudden smile crossed his features, "I think I have some band aids in my car. Stay put, I'll be right back."
Wait what?
Lucy watched him walk away towards a conveniently placed police cruiser. He must have just pulled in because she could have sworn it wasn't there before. Suddenly, the blonde was much more conscious of what she was wearing. Blinking in startled realization, Lucy looked down at her disheveled white camisole and pink sweatpants. The lining of her black bra was just barely visible, probably due to the fall. "Shit," she mumbled to herself as she attempted her futile efforts in adjusting her tank top and hair, which was currently tied up in a god-awful bun. So much for the quick errand.
Her fingers scrambled up to fix her ruffled top, but not without having a few curses escape her lips. "Out of all days, this is the one where I get to meet an oddly attractive man in some freak laundry basket accident."
"Did I miss anything?"
Lucy's eyes snapped up to the officer's, "Uh, no!"
Smiling, green eyes looked back at her in an amused fashion, "Okay, weirdo. I have the band aids." Lucy placed a hand over her chest as a sign of offense, "Oh, okay. Says the one holding the Dora the Explorer band aids."
"Um, excuse you, they're for my friend."
"Mmmhm."
A deep laughter arose from his chest, which made the blonde smile in response. The man crouched down and took her injured hand once more. "Anyway, I brought a bottle of anti-bacterial something too. You know," his eyes flickered to hers, "just in case." Lucy smiled with a short laugh, "You didn't have to go all out, Officer. It's just a few scrapes."
The pink haired man paused to operation to wave her off, "Skip the formalities, my name's Natsu. How about you, blondie?"
"It's Lucy," she hissed in a breath as he applied the substance to her palm. Natsu looked up, alarmed, "Sorry, are you okay?" With a reassuring smile, the girl breathed out a laugh, "Yeah, I was just caught off guard. Don't worry, Off- Natsu." Natsu seemed to tense slightly to the sound of his own name, "G-Good."
The girl watched as he applied cartoon themed bandage to her palm. His large hands were warm compared to her pale ones. And maybe – just maybe – his hands lingered a bit longer than they were suppose to around her patched left hand.
A cough interrupted the short silence between them, "So."
"So?"
"So, what's little Ms. Luce doing hangin' out in the front of a Landromat with her clothes everywhere but in a washing machine?"
Her groan was her response to that question, "Don't even get me started." The officer chuckled, "Heh. Alrighty then. Do you at least need help?" Lucy's eyes widened as she realized where her clothes still were. "Oh, uh, no! It's fine I can get it!" The blonde fumbled from her position on the curb to get to her neglected articles.
Despite her constant complaining, Natsu assisted her with the dastardly deed. Not even bothering to comment on the thin pair of hot pink underwear. All the while Lucy's face was about the same color as the underwear. After it was all said and done, she thanked him without making eye contact, but felt his smiling eyes on her when he said that it wasn't a problem.
"Well," she breathed out, "I guess you have to go do police-y type things now."
"Well," he started, mimicking her speech, "I was going to until you showed up."
Lucy blew air into her cheeks in an annoyed fashion, "What's that suppose to mean?!" Natsu ran a hand threw his hair, "If you want to know, I was going to write you up for parking in front of a fire hydrant." Lucy's mouth hung open, "Y-You… You what?"
Natsu grinned, "Chill, Luce. I won't write you up under ONE condition." The blonde sighed in relief, "Thank God. What is it? I honestly don't have rent money to spare."
"You have to give me your number."
The laundry basket slipped from her fingers for the second time that day.
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