Here I go with yet another oneshot no one asked for! :'D This one was inspired by a friend's freckly Natsu headcanon and comes with a pre-summary:

Natsu Dragneel wakes up to find that the freckles that covered his nose and cheeks since the beginning of time have mysteriously disappeared. As compensation for the theft, he very soon realizes, he finds himself in the company of an odd blonde girl… with his freckles on her cheeks! She tells him she came from the stars – and that his freckles grant wishes.

This is such a ridiculous and odd little story, I have no idea what it even is, really. I just had to write this to get it out of my system! *strangled sounds* I have no restraint, I swear. I hope you don't either when it comes to reading and leaving feedback! B) Hope you like!

I'll be posting this on here in twelve parts, but because they're really short I'll be updating daily.

STELLARIS


;stēllāris m, f – of or pertaining to a star; stellar, starry.


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Some said freckles brought good luck. Some said they were the marks of the devil.

Whether either or none of those were correct, Natsu had never known.

He only knew he had been granted a whole damn lot of them.

His father had called them fire sprinkles, and he'd always loved them for this very reason and more. They were dotted all over his cheeks and nose, as if someone had taken a brush of light red paint and shaken it out in front of him. They were in other parts too, like his shoulders and some stray ones in various other places, but it had always been his face that had attracted most attention.

Natsu liked to think it was not only because of the freckles. Not like he cared too much.

He ruffled a damp towel through his equally damp hair before carelessly flinging it to the side. With a content yawn and extensive stretch, he let himself drop onto his bed. The old thing squeaked terribly, and for a second he thought it might finally break.

"Sure wish this stupid thing could make up its mind," he grunted as he wobbled along with the frame that stood on shaky wooden legs.

But it stilled, and so Natsu messily wrapped the sheets around his (naked, because there wasn't really any other way to sleep if you valued your comfort) body. It took only a few seconds before he fell into a sound, snore-induced sleep.

He awoke because something was tickling his nose.

Blinking against the invading, bright light of day, he groggily lifted a hand to brush away what he assumed to be Happy's tail. His rude cat had always loved to tease him.

"Ouch!" a feminine voice called, and Natsu's eyes shot open. His hand had collided with skin, presumably a cheek or nose, or both, and even in his half-asleep state he realized this was not supposed to happen.

"Is this really how you greet your heaven-sent, wish-granting new roommate?" the voice chided again. Natsu, starting to get irritated with this unusual wake-up call, shot upright in his bed. He came face to face with a girl.

"What," he retorted cleverly.

Strands of his rosy hair fell onto his forehead, and he pushed them back angrily, blinking to moisten his dry eyes. Contrary to his hopes, the girl did not disappear like misty fog in a forest as fatigue left him. She remained solid and very real. Natsu pinched himself, and she giggled.

"Don't worry, I'm real," she said with a bright smile.

Natsu had been about to inform her that this was exactly what he was worried about, but somehow the words became stuck in his throat. Instead, he simply stared at her, entirely flabbergasted.

His mind came up with absolutely no explanation for what was happening.

And the longer he stared, he realized that this was not just any trespassing stranger who might have broken into his apartment. But the first thing he noticed was that her face was covered in freckles much like his own. Eerilylike his own. It almost felt like she'd plucked them from his face, freckle by freckle, to place them onto hers in exactly the same familiar pattern he saw in the mirror every day. Her hair was quite literally golden, sparkling lightly, and the tips of sharp ears peeked through silky strands. Something about her seemed… ethereal.

It was silly, but this was the first word that popped into his mind.

But he didn't tell her that. Instead, he ignored the weird sensation and said: "Listen, I don't need any cosplay freaks breaking into my apartment, so how 'bout I turn around and sleep a few more hours and when I wake up you'll be gone and I'll have forgotten about this weird dream."

"That's not how this works," she said cheerfully, and he began to realize that a low, amused giggle seemed to cling to her voice at all times. He wasn't quite sure what was supposed to be so fucking funny.

"Go away," he groaned.

"I can't go away," she quipped, getting up and stretching until she stood on her tippy toes and her weird shirt rose so high it revealed a slip of her stomach. "Not until you use your wishes, that is."

"My what," he echoed dumbly.

She glanced down, a twinkle in her eyes.

"I don't ask you to believe me," she began, and from her tone and expression he knew that she took what she was about to tell him seriously, "But I came from the stars, and I took your freckles because they can grant you wishes. With my help."

Oh, great. She was a lunatic.

But she was also quite obviously not human. So maybe she did have a point.

Natsu didn't quite want to even attempt to wrap his head around it.

"If you can grant wishes, how bout you start by fixing my bed." He laughed, dropping back down. Belatedly, he realized it had not wobbled once since he had woken up. (Which was weird, because he usually counted at least three wobbles before even getting up.)

"But I already did that," she said in surprise. "You wished for that, didn't you? Besides, you have to say I wish, out loud. The way you did it now it wouldn't work!"

Puffing her cheeks and putting her hands onto her hips, she stood in front of him and looked rather scandalized, as if he was a child who had not understood the simplest of rules.

"Sorry?" he mumbled, while simultaneously wiggling around on his bed in an attempt to get it to move. It stood proud and tall. Even the formerly peeling paint looked shiny and new.

"You look quite silly right now," she informed him dryly.

"You really can grant wishes?!" he cried suddenly, having finished the inspection of his bed and feeling a sudden exhilaration at the thought that this might indeed be real and happening.

"I told you I could," she dead-panned. She didn't seem very impressed with his deduction skills.

"Are you, like, a genie?"

"No."

"How many wishes do I get? Three?"

"No."

"How many?"

"As many as there are freckles on your – well now on my – face."

Natsu's mouth formed a perfect circle, excitement shining from his face in waves (because those were a lot of wishes), when he suddenly froze. "Wait," he gasped. "My freckles… my freckles!"

Jumping up, he raced over to his closet mirror, and almost screamed when he saw his face.

(Lucy on the other hand almost screamed when she saw he was naked.)

They were gone. His freckles were really gone!

After he had inspected every last inch of his face in disbelief, he slowly turned around.

His freckle thief grinned.