prompt: lj's 30heartbeats no.1.06
notes: i use prompts in such strange ways. also, here's a fun fact — i type these up at night on my phone. seriously.
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She's giggling.
—and he's sitting and glaring and not really caring that she's actually having a good time, while he's feeling like shit,
drink in his hand and feet in the sand.
And he certainly does not turn his head when the nameless man seated beside her—so close on that blanket they're basically attached at the knees—raves about his journeys and his jokes and whatever else spills out his big fat mouth.
(It pollutes the air and leaves a foul taste on his tongue and a stinging in his chest,
unfamilar as it is unpleasant.)
Natsu takes another swig of his drink, and watches the waves crash again and again, wondering why he's feeling the way he does. And how Lucy always somehow creates for him such strange new feelings, and he hates it as much as he loves it,
but he hates it just a little more.
And when she and the jerk share another round of giggles and snorts, the bottle in his hand is almost crushed into sand.
(He's somewhat aware that he wants to murder a man more than anything else in world right now,
and he really might just do it.)
As the jackass leans in, with lidded eyes and puckered lips, Natsu all but ignites; within seconds, he stomps over—stepping on a trail of hothot glass—to give the man a quick glare and to grab Lucy's hand and whisk her away like an ever-faithful dragon would his fair princess.
(He was never good with fairy tales,
but if it's for her, he's willing to try.)
She's screaming and shouting and demanding explanations, and he hates to see her like this,
but he hates seeing her with that asshole more.
"You're so stupid and, and—I hate you!"
And as soon as those wretched lies leave her lips, he grabs her head and kisses her hard. The only sound to be heard is the pounding in his ears, so loudloudloud.
"It's all your fault."
He whispers and sighs, his forehead against hers, and she stares at him with those sparklyshiny eyes, full of wonder and surprise.
"I've created a monster."
She laughs, pulling him closer to kiss him again.
(He smiles against her lips and vaguely thinks,
she tastes like summer.)
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notes: hey, homeskillets, what's your favorite line? thanks, cool kids (;