LoLu/Loke x Lucy
Skip if you don't like this pairing.
Summary: I don't care if he's my hot waiter – if he says one more of those god-awful pick-up lines, I'm chucking my latte in his face. Lucy, Loke, and skim lattes. "Love and Lucky. Loke and Lucy. Lattes. Five Ls! It's like we are meant to be, Princess." And that's easily the least wince-worthy one. Coffee Shop AU.
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"Screw me if I'm wrong, but have we met before?"
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Loke works at a café.
Why does Lucy know this?
Because he is her waiter.
Unfortunately.
Also, because she has to put up with him every time she wants her morning latte. She didn't mind him at first, although she did feel a bit weird because he is very, very cute but he also wears fake glasses. Somehow, it's not a turn-off. Somehow.
She only knows that because she snatched them off his face and snapped them in half once.
But after about the seventh or eighth time of her coming in, before she can even place her order, he does this little smirk thing and goes, "Skim latte, right? On its way, Princess!"
Maybe it's the smirk. Maybe it's because it's Magnolia, and it's 7am. Maybe it's because no one's called her 'Princess' since she Lucy-kicked that guy in the eighth grade.
Whatever it is, it pisses her off.
But damn, they make good lattes, and she's not going to let some weird orange-haired flirt with fake glasses ruin her day.
After about the twenty-seventh latte, he markers his number on the cardboard of her take-away latte.
"Listen... waiter-guy," she tells him, eyeing the latte and laughing nervously. "You've got the wrong idea -"
"Loke," he supplies. "Loke."
And then he smirks that irritating smirk again.
"Uh-huh, okay, Loke," Lucy says, gritting her teeth at the name. "I'm not interested. Flattered, but not interested."
His smirk gets worse. As in, it widens, and he does this weird waggling thing with his eyebrows. Which he actually manages to pull off without looking completely weird. Not that she'll ever admit it.
"And why not, Princess?"
Lucy sighs. "Because I'm not looking for a relationship right now. That, and I don't like playboys. That and you serve me my coffee, and it'd be all sorts of awkward once we'd break up. That and you called me Princess."
"You tell yourself that, Princess. I'll win you over."
He mouths call me when she leaves.
Lucy feels like hitting something.
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"Hey, um... did it hurt?"
"Huh? Did what hurt?"
"When you fell from the sky. Obviously, with a face likes yours, you're an angel."
"...Kami help me."
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He won't stop bugging her.
She just wants him and his stupid cheesy pick up lines to leave her alone.
Lucy decides to tell him she has a boyfriend (who is non-existent, not that he needs to know that). "So leave me alone, please."
"Really? Boyfriend?"
She nods, decidedly proud of herself for coming up with the ingenious plan of getting the guy to stop hitting on her.
"What's he like?"
"Uhh –" Lucy brainstorms. "Stripping habit?" it comes out as a question.
Loke raises an eyebrow. "Stripping habit." he echoes dubiously.
"Yes. Stripping habit. And he has... dark hair. Likes snow cones. Hey – shut up!" Lucy cries when he starts snortling. Yes, very attractive. "Snow cones can be dignifying!"
"Right, right. And when will I be seeing this... boyfriend of yours?"
"How about never?" Lucy scoffs in his face. "Like I have to prove my non-singular status to you."
"You'll have to," he says, grinning lazily as he hands her another latte.
She snorts, snatching it away from him. "Oh, yuck."
XXX-XXXX – LOKE ;)
A wink face? The audacity...! On her way to the office, she's tempted to throw the skim latte in the trash.
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"Do you have a map?"
"Why?"
"Because I've gotten lost in your eyes."
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"So... hey Juvia. I really like the way you did your hair today."
Juvia blinks, touching a loose curl. "...this is how Juvia always does her hair."
"Yes, I know, but it just looks very nice today."
"Oh. Well. Thank you."
"And I just love your outfit. Blue looks fantastic on you. And it doesn't clash with the hair at all! It, like, promotes it, you know, so that girls all around are like, 'oh my God, I wish I had blue hair to pull that blue ensemble off with'. I'm so totally jealous."
"What did Lucy-chan do? Juvia knows Lucy-chan is like this for a reason."
"What?" Lucy puts on a very offended impression (which is totally not fake). "I'd never – I mean, I might, but now now, and – just – pshh, Juvia-chan."
After a few seconds of Juvia's just-tell-me-what-you-did look Lucy gives up. "I kind of told this guy that Gray was my boyfriend. So that he'd back off. "
"What. Love Rival..."
"No, that's not it, Juvia!" Lucy waves her hands.
"...Is he cute, though?" Juvia says.
Lucy contemplates. "Well, yes – except, well, no, but I suppose he isn't totally unattractive, I mean some girls may find him deliciously good-looking but you know, beauty is in the eye of the beholder and all and uh..." she laughs nervously at Juvia's impatient expression.
"Lucy-chan..."
"Yes," the blonde girl admits in a small voice. "Yes, he is."
"Then what's the problem? Juvia sees no problem."
"Nothing's the problem, just..." Lucy sighs. "Still not over... well, you know."
"Ah." Juvia nods. "Him. Right. Well, that's fine, then."
"Oh, and I need Gray to pretend to be my boyfriend. Just for one day."
"Love Rival –"
"Please?"
"...fine. But only because Lucy is Juvia's best friend."
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"I would go to the end of the world for you, Princess."
"Go there and stay there, then, dammit."
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Lucy walks in with Gray in arm, feeling terribly awkward but also a little triumphant.
"One–"
"Skim latte?" Loke offers, grinning devilishly at her. Instead of blowing a trumpet, she smiles innocently.
"And a cappuccino," she says. "For my boyfriend."
She gestures rather smugly over to Gray, who's humming to himself as he flips through a newspaper.
He almost starts to strip, but Lucy gives him a sharp jab with her elbow.
"Ah, so le boyfriend is real?"
"That's right, so you better back off." Lucy juts her chin out defiantly, but Loke simply smirks, leaning over with his lips just brushing her ear.
"You better tell your boyfriend to keep a close eye on you," he whispers over the counter. When he pulls back, she's still standing in shock.
When the coffees finally arrive, she takes them in both hands, still confused about what just happened and wow, she feels those words right to her toes.
"In a daze there, Princess?"
And just like that, the tingling stops.
She throws her latte in his face.
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"I hope you know CPR, because you take my breath away!"
"...why, Loke, why."
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"His name is Rogue," Levy tells her over brunch. "He's my real estate agent, for when Gajeel and I were trying to find an apartment. He and Gajeel were childhood friends, too, I think."
"Is he nice?" Lucy asks.
"Well, he seems alright. Very cute, though."
Lucy thinks, and resigns. "Well, alright. Bring it on."
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"Hey, Princess, I lost my number – can I have yours?"
"No."
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Rogue is quiet.
And it's eerie.
Very, very eerie.
Also, it makes things rather awkward.
They're at a restaraunt, and she's eating her appetizer – salad – while he's quietly munching on garlic bread.
"So, uh," Lucy starts. "You... like garlic bread?"
"Yes." He nods. "I do like garlic bread. In fact, it is my favourite style of bread. Unsurprising, of course, considering its Italian heritage. Everything is good Italian." He says it all fast, quick and in monotone. It's a little creepy.
And he reverts back into being an absolute hermit.
She silently dials in a 'HELP' message from Juvia, who promptly calls a couple of seconds later.
"Well – oh, would you look at that. There's a gas leak in my apartment. Shoot." Lucy sets down her napkin, giving him an apologetic look. "I'm so sorry."
"No matter," he says. "Will think of other things to do. Perhaps fishing. I've always liked to fish."
"Right."
She all but flees with her coat, cursing Levy in her head.
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"That outfit looks great."
"Um, thanks."
"Probably looks better on the floor, though."
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"If I could rearrange the alphabet I'd put U and I together."
"Really? Because I'd put F and U together."
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"Hey, baby, what's your sign?"
"Do not enter."
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"One skim latte, please," Lucy asks, prepared for the next ghastly pick-up line.
Loke grins. "Will do. I figured this time, I'll just ask you out normally, and see how I'd do."
Lucy gives him an evil stare. "No point. You'll do badly. Remember, I have a boyfriend."
"Yeah, well, sources say he is your best friend's boyfriend, not yours."
Lucy stares at him incredulously. "Have you been stalking me?"
"Pssht, no. I just asked a friend of a friend if a friend of mine had a romantic friend." He nods like it's the most normal thing in the world and like she's the idiot who doesn't realise it.
"Tch, I am not your friend. You just constantly pester me."
"Potato, potahto," Loke rebukes, waving his hand dismissively. "So. Will you go out with me?"
She fixes him with a steely glare. "No."
"Why not?"
"Because you're an evil person who's plotting to destroy my mornings," she explains. "And you should care to the rest of the line, who aren't too happy with you doing your pathetic version of flirting."
"Aww. I'm so crushed. I'll get you next time."
"You wish," is all Lucy says to him.
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"Beautiful, where have you been all my life?"
"...Hiding from you."
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Of course, the main reason she won't go out with Loke is because she's still a little sore over the fact that her last boyfriend left her for some silver-haired chick without any warning.
Worst thing is, he told her about his 'new love' when she thought he was going to propose.
Yeah, horrible.
"Maybe Loke can just be a rebound," Levy suggests, in the break room of their office. "You know. Screw and shoo."
"Okay, one, never say 'screw and shoo' every again," Lucy says. "And two, I couldn't do that if I wanted. Because then I have to see him every morning."
"Oh yes, poor Lu-chan. She has to deal with hot, flirty baristas. Truly, a tragedy."
Lucy smacks Levy on the arm. "I'm serious!"
"Well, it wouldn't kill you to give him a chance, Lu-chan."
"What? No!"
"Why not?"
"Because..." Lucy bites her lip. "He's an arrogant, good-for-nothing waiter!"
"You don't know that."
"He probably does it to all the girls."
"Unlikely."
Lucy sighs. "Fine, fine. I'll think about it, alright?"
"Hey, maybe you should stalk him to see if he flirts with other girls! I mean, he technically did it to you, right?"
"No."
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"Babe, your body has more curves than a racing track."
"Okay, stop staring at my chest, you perv."
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It's a horrible day. Her column for Magnolia Weekly is overdue and she's barely started, and her ex Natsu just sent out an invitation to his wedding – plus, there's an eyelash in her eye and it's really irritating.
Seriously.
For once, she goes for a skim latte at 8pm, hoping that Loke's shift isn't –
-ah, nope. Crud.
Instead of going up to the cashier, she sits down at one of the tables and of course, Loke smirks and walks over to her.
Before he gets a chance to speak, she snaps, "I swear to Kami, if you spout out one more crappy pick-up line I will take your throat in my hand and shove you through the door."
If anything, he looks more interested. "Awesome. So you're a kinky kind of girl, huh?"
"Ugh. Look, you know what I want. Skim latte, please." She crosses her arms and purposely stares ahead, but he just stands there expectantly, like he's waiting for her to blurt out her life story or something.
"Seriously. Skim. Latte."
"You seem a little peeved," he observes.
"No shit, Sherlock," she says. When he still doesn't move, she shoots him a glare. "Dude, are you deaf as well as being dumb? I want my skim latte."
Loke takes a chair nearby, turns it around backwards, and sits on it, his arms and chin leaning on the surface of the chair's back support. "I'm not doing anything until you tell me what's pissed you off," he says.
"Oh my God," Lucy groans. "Didn't your mom ever tell you not to meddle in other peoples' affairs?"
He shrugs. "My mom's dead."
Lucy opens her mouth, then closes it. What was it? Open mouth, insert foot?
Awkward.
"Oh. I'm sorry."
"Whatever. So, tell me what's up." He smiles at her.
"What - ? You can't just assume that I should tell you everything about my life –"
"Hey, I pulled the dead relative card. So, it's an obligation."
They stare at each other, Lucy fiercely glaring at him and Loke lazily smiling at her.
"Fine. Fine. But if you say a word of this to anyone, I'm going to rip your brains out through your ears."
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"Hey. Princess. Lucy. Waifu."
"What. And I'm am not your waifu."
"I've just moved you to my to-do list."
Palm, meet face.
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"Hey, Princess, nice set of legs. What time do they open -?"
"Yes."
Loke blinks, surprised and suddenly losing all his suave-ness. "What?"
"I'll go out with you. So can you stop it with the pick-up lines?"
He doesn't react, mouth open from shock. Finally, he pulls himself together. "Well... awesome."
For once, he's genuinely grinning. It... looks nice on him. Despite herself, she grins back at him.
"Wow. Just... awesome."
"Yes, well," Lucy mock-sighs. "I do my best."
He just keeps on grinning, and when his hand goes over to tuck a lock of her hair behind her ear she thinks that he's maybe the sweetest thing she's ever seen.
Then he opens his mouth.
"If you took eleven roses and looked at yourself in the mirror, you'd see-"
"Like, seriously, Loke? Shut it."
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I think that Loke would be a hilarious flirty barista. R&R!