Lucy Heartfillia is a low-ranked author in Fiore, with wishes to become the number 1 best-selling author. But when she releases her new book, she manages to score a few million followers... And one sassy critic on her trail for not just only her books, but for her as well... NALU FANFIC.

"Lucy! Come on!" Levy hissed.

Lucy Heartfillia groaned, face morphed into a agitated glare. "No."

"Try harder! Ugh, this won't work. You need a better story!"

"No. I quit. I retire. I'm done."

"Lucy, you're 25 years old. You've been writing for 2 years."

"So?"

"Just try again!" Levy moaned, "Please! I can't lose my job! You're my only client!"

"I can't try harder. Nor will I ever." Lucy muttered, face buried in her arms and strands of golden locks.

"Yes you can. Come up with a good idea-"

Lucy snorted. "One that doesn't suck? 'Cause that's too bad, all of them suck."

"Lu-cy! Your ideas don't suck. Th-they're just... Unfit." Levy chuckled nervously.

Lucy eyed her. "Unfit for what, exactly?" She grumbled.

"For publishing?"

"That's it, I'm done." Lucy snapped, whamming her face back into her arms.

"Lu. Just start with a new story, a new idea. I promise, promise, promise I won't reject it." Levy pleaded.

"No."

"I'll buy you the keyring you always wanted." Levy smirked.

Lucy's head shot up, with a rigid face of pure wonder.

"Fine, I'll try again."

Levy squealed. "Yes, yes! Now work."

Lucy's face returned to it's gloomy state. "Ergh, not now at least. Breakfast first?"

Levy groaned and slapped her palm on her forehead. "Lucy, it's 3:15. In the afternoon."

"Lunch then."

"Fine. Let's go." Levy muttered, snatching Lucy's limp arm up and dragging her to the door.

"Lemme get dressed first." Lucy mumbled, grabbing the nearest shirt and slipping it on.

"Hurry, Lucy," Levy grumbled, "5 minutes."

" 'Kay, 'kay." Lucy grumbled, and trailed behind Levy through the door.

"Have any ideas yet?" Levy whispered once they left the building.

Lucy rolled her eyes and grinned. "Um, no, Levy." She giggled.

"Hmph. Not my fault you're so slow." Levy smiled, hands shoved into her pockets.

"Hey, I'm not sl-"

"Hey, hey, there he is! Natsu Dragneel!"

Lucy's eyes widened. A mob of people, stormed through the duo, crashing ahead.

"Lucy! It's Natsu Dragneel!" Levy cried. "Natsu! Dragneel!"

Lucy raised a brow, face still a bit frozen in shock. "Who?"

"Natsu Dragneel! A famous critic from Magnolia?" Levy panted, breathless.

"Never heard of him." Lucy grunted, but Levy was already swept away by the sea of fans.

But either way, Lucy Heartfillia was curious. Snaking her way through the crowd, she darted her eyes around.

"Okay, seriously though, who's this Natsu-"

Lucy came crashing into someone.

"Well, excuse me!" She grumbled, dusting off her clothes.

"Huh. You better." The stranger sneered, suit crisp and tidy, with no sign of that Lucy even touched him.

"Well, yeah I didn't mean it but-"

"Of course you didn't mean it. I'm Natsu Dragneel."

"Wait what?" Lucy asked. She whipped her hair out of her eyes.

This was Natsu Dragneel. A famous critic that everyone-except her-knew. A critic that had ridiculous pink hair and a weird scarf.

Lucy couldn't believe it. All this fuss for this pink-haired scarf-loving man.

"Okay, first of all, no one wears a scarf with a suit." Lucy hollered, a laugh building up in her throat.

But Natsu Dragneel's eyes stayed trained on her.

"Um, yeah. Sorry I guess then," Lucy muttered, feeling a bit creeped out by the ominous glares from everyone, "I better leave... And find my friend..."

Natsu didn't stop staring.

Lucy flushed red once she turned away from the renowned critic, murmurs starting to build up in the crowd.

"Lucy! Oh, that was hilarious!" Levy whispered, tittering a bit between the way.

"No one it wasn't. Come, on let's get lunch." Lucy Heartfillia grumbled, sure that her face was pink as Natsu Dragneel's pink hair.