I have written a lot of drabblse for various prompts, which I will randomly post here from time to time. These usually are really fun and light-hearted oneshot ficlets, nothing too heavy. A lot of fluff.

First up is:

Exacerbate: to aggravate; to make worse.

"Lucy, you don't happen to have some hair dye?"

The blonde didn't even turn around when she heard her friend enter the kitchen. A mischievous expression crept onto her face as she continued to slice the carrot in front of her.

"Aw, Natsu, did you find your first grey hair?"

"Not even close…"

His tone was enough to make her curious. He sounded crushed. Crushed and doomed. And when she turned around she understood all to well why that was.

"Oh. My. God. Natsu?! What the hell did you do?"

"I didn't do anything! It was that hairdresser! I… Lucy, save me, please."

While she still was unsure of what exactly had happened, she couldn't hold back the laughter anymore. Her evil chuckle resounded from the kitchen walls and made even the Fire Dragon Slayer in front of her shudder.

"…Lucy?"

"Welllll. I might be able to help you, but of course, that comes with a price…"

Natsu paled. This could not be good.

He was right.

"So, if I help you… you have to clean my apartment and pay for the food on missions for a week!"

"That's… cruel."

"Well, we could also go to the guild right now. I bet Gray is there too…"

"Fine. I agree."

Her smile spread further, and Natsu could have sworn that it literally reached both of her ears. He wouldn't want her for an enemy. A relieved smile spread across his face despite her evil demeanor.

Lucy found herself wondering why he could pull off even a haircolour as horrible as this. Well, pull off might not be the most fitting description. He looked ridiculous. But still, something about the way he stood there, happily grinning even with his ruined hair, made her heart palpitate.

"But seriously Natsu… how does a hairdresser manage to turn your hair green?"

"It's not green. It's 'chartreuse'."

She snorted at his posh facial expression as he seemed to imitate his hairdresser.

"And it 'doesn't look bad on me at all'. Apparently, it's the newest trend. Dirty liar."

He couldn't help but join in into her fit of giggles.

"Natsu, are you sure you even went to a hairdresser?"

"Tch, of course! It's just… I have almost no money left this month, so I went to that really cheap one. You know, the one where they let apprentices try themselves?"

"Oh god."

Lucy had only heard rumours about that shop. They had been enough for her to make a big detour around the street everytime she passed by.

"Well, there's no getting out of it now, is there? Lucky for you, Mira taught me some of that transformation magic for changing colours of clothes and stuff, so I'll be able to help you!"

Not without pride, Lucy swaggered back to her work space.

"I'm just gonna finish cutting up these veggies and pop them into the water. You can go to the bathroom already, I won't need long."

"Alright! You're the best, Lucy!"

"I know."

When the water on the stove started to produce little bubbles, Lucy plopped the cut up vegetables into the pot and turned down the heat. With a satisfied rub of her hands, she made her way to the bathroom. Time to save the day.

"Finally!"

"Natsu, you didn't have to take off your shirt!"

"Don't you normally do that?"

"I said I'd do it with magic, idiot!"

Lucy rolled her eyes. Still, her gaze seemed unable to not drop lower. As used as she was to his body being visible most of the time, she just wasn't entirely immune to his bare torso. Especially his shoulders, which were usually hidden by his vest and scarf, and the way their muscles moved so nicely against his neck as he tilted his head with a small crack of his tired bones.

"Now what are you staring at? I don't have colour on my chest too, do I?"

"Uhh- eep - no! Quiet now! Just let me fix this."

"Weirdo Lucy is back once again."

"Weirdo Lucy will kick your sorry ass out of the door if you don't cooperate."

"I'm sorry! Please-!"

"Yeah, yeah. Sit down."

On his best behaviour, Natsu took a seat on the edge of the bathtub and waited for Lucy's administrations. His shoulders relaxed when he felt her hands ruffle through his hair, combing it with her fingers. That certainly was a nice feeling. He couldn't remember the last time when somebody had touched him in souch a soft and gentle manner. The way her fingers so skillfully raked through his hair sent warm shivers dancing down his spine.

With a content hum, he let his head drop forward, and was rewarded with a small guffaw.

"Natsu? What are you doing?"

Amusement swung in her tone.

"'S just so nice. Can you continue that?"

He never noticed the sudden blush on his best friend's face.

"Uh… I guess?"

She continued her movements, slightly adjusting the pressure as she dragged her digits across his scalp and down to his neck.

"Mmmmh."

Conscious thought was beginning to slip away from him as she continued her massage, and everytime she came close to the sensitive skin of his ears and neck, pleasurable shivers ran down his spine.

"Really Natsu, I have to start now or the timing with the food will get messed up!"

He groaned in response, but nodded weakly.

"Alright, here we go!"

He didn't feel much as she worked her magic, only a slight tickle that made him flich involuntarily, much to her amusement.

"Stay still."

He obeyed. Patience had never been one of his strengths, so he soon started drumming his fingers on the stone surface of the tub.

"Sheesh, Natsu, it's almost done. I think."

"What do you mean you think?"

"Well… it still looks…uh..wait let me try…"

He felt her fidget nervously behind him, and the way she laughed apologetically did nothing to ease his mind. When she started mumbling curses under her breath, he couldn't take it anymore.

"Lucy….."

"I- I'm sorry?"

Sweat started dripping down his chin. With a nervous growl, he dashed for the mirror.

"Lucy! Why?"

"I'm..uh…maybe I should have practiced it some more?"

His horrified expression, adorned with a mane of puffy hair the ugliest shade of blue she had ever seen, made her drop to her knees and spew out a mantra of terrified apologies.

When she looked back up, shivering, his horror had turned into surrender. Amusement twitched around the corners of his mouth.

"Dont worry, Lucy! I look good in anything, after all! I'll have to change my wardrobe though…"

Critically, he eyed the orange of his vest. This combination was unacceptable. Nothing in the world could get him to put it back on.

"Lucy, can I borrow a shirt from you?"

"W-what? You want to leave the house like this? I'm sure I could get Wendy…"

"Nah, it's alright! I like it better than what that hairdresser did. Now at least I don't have to pay for your food."

He smiled at her in an effort to cheer her up.

"And you know, Jellal might like it."