A/N: I have about fifty unfinished fics to work on, but of course I decide to start a new project. Of course I do. The good thing about this one is that the chapters will be generally short and sweet, so I don't have to worry about trying to push out a minimum of 10 pages per update.
This is honestly the culmination of watching Lucifer and reading Satan and Me. I've learned I have a weak spot for demons/humans and their weird, every day shenanigans, and lo and behold, NaLu happens to literally be that trope. So I took my own spin on it and then this happened. Enjoy!
Disclaimer: I don't own Fairy Tail. I own the plot of this fic.
He has fucking horns.
"Hi." The horned man is sitting on her desk and moving his legs back and forth as if he's on a swing and not very cheap, breakable material. "I'm looking for someone."
Lucy points towards the door. She is beyond hungover right now, and frankly, cosplayers hanging out in her room at - she checks her phone - nine in the fucking morning doesn't begin to make her list of the top ten weirdest things to have gone down in res. It doesn't even make her top fifty, really.
"You know who Lucy Heartfilia is?" Horned-man asks.
Should she call the cops? Probably. Is she going to? Probably not. Lucy bobs her head (bad move, bad move, gravity doubles down for a solid ten seconds what the fuck, physics-) and waves at her face listlessly. Horned-man brightens. The blonde feels her stomach roil in response. Ugh. It's way too early to be that chipper for anyone.
"Hi! I'm E.N.D., but you can call me Natsu! I'm a demon. You made a contract with me last night." He hops down and fishes around in his pocket as he walks towards her bed, retrieving a neatly folded square of toilet paper which he holds out to her. She squints. She can make out her signature but the rest looks a lot like her lecture notes when she's doing them half asleep. Definitely her writing and definitely illegible.
"I was directed to this room after you signed it and then you showed up later, but you know how drunk people are; you could have been anyone just looking for an empty room to crash! So I had to wait to confirm," he explains. "Now, do you remember what the terms of the contract are? Because I can't read what you've written."
Lucy can't even remember the word for the colour of her walls at the moment, but she can't vocalize that quip thanks to the desert that has made its home in her mouth. She settles for a thumbs down. Horned-man (Naruto? She swears it's Naruto) laughs nervously. "We, uh, might have a problem."
Besides the fact that I've somehow made a contract with a demon? Wait, what? Demon? Whoa, back up. Demon. Like, actual demon ohmygod what-
"I can't get back to Hell until I fulfill the terms of this contract."
"I'm gonna be stuck here with you," he says. "So, uh. Hi?"
Lucy opens her mouth and her stomach decides that right then is the perfect time to empty itself all over Naruto-demon-dude's white pants. Because what better way to greet her new roommate than with nacho-and-martini flavoured upchuck?
A/N: I have no idea what I'm doing.