A self indulgent little drabble, because I just love the idea of Lucy in Natsu's scarf. And I couldn't pass up the opportunity to create a "then and now" parallel.
Nalu: Warmth
Shivering, Lucy couldn't help the sense of déjà vu that she had as she clutched at her arms and tried to ignore the chattering of her teeth.
When she'd agreed to go with Natsu to a mission on the northern borders, she hadn't anticipated the weather – It was in the middle of summer after all. But, the second she stepped off the train, she instantly wished she'd thought to bring a pair of jeans and coat with her. It reminded her of that time they'd gone to Mt. Hakobe to rescue Macau, a feeling that simply intensified as Natsu looked at her, sighed, and muttered, "It's cos you're wearing so little."
Lucy looked at him in his open, sleeveless shirt and light pants, and couldn't stop herself from grinning as she retorted "It's the same for you," without the slightest amount of heat to the words.
The fire dragon slayer cocked his head at the response, his brows knitting together as he frowned, and Lucy could practically hear his thought of 'This seems familiar.' His eyes lit up with realisation just as Happy giggled, "Like on Mt. Hakobe."
Lucy's fond smile faded away as another shiver overtook her body, and she clutched at her arms tighter as she gritted her teeth in an attempt to stop their chattering. "L-Let's find a sh-sh-shop," she said, eyes already searching the street for something that even remotely resembled a clothing store.
She barely managed to take a step though, before oatmeal flashed before her eyes, and she only just managed to stop the surprised shriek that bubbled up her throat at the sight. Then, a warm, comforting weight settled around her neck, and Lucy glanced down uncertainly just as the tail end of a scarf was flicked over to the front of her shoulder.
With wide eyes and flushed cheeks, Lucy looked over at Natsu. His hands were stuffed into the pockets of his pants, and the scar on his neck was made all the more obvious from the way that he'd tilted his head in an attempt to avoid Lucy's eye.
"It's not clean," he told her, and Lucy's mouth quirked into a smile at the definite pink hue on his cheeks, "but it'll do until you can find something warmer."
As they wandered along the street, oblivious to the clothing shops they passed, both of the mages ignored the way that Happy was looking up at Natsu as if he'd grown a pair of dragon wings, just as Lucy made a point not to notice the way that Natsu was walking closer to her than usual. From the way that the air around her suddenly grew a lot warmer though, it was difficult not to be aware that he was.