#bickslow x reader

you look up from your drink. “valentine's day?”

“yeah, that. what is it?”

“natsu, it's literally a holiday about romance! of course you wouldn't know..." lucy speaks, continuing, “people get together... give each other gifts... go on dates... confess to their loved ones—oh my god what am i doing!? i'm single and sitting here like an loser! i need to look hot today to get a date! i gotta go!” she shrieks, running away to who knows where.

you laugh at the sight, waving her goodbye and wishing her good luck.

natsu just shrugs at her explanation, doesn't sound like he's missing out on anything, he thinks.

but then you're digging into your bag, and drop a pink bag onto his lap.

“what's this?” he blinks.

“just... some valentine's snacks,” you say, as casual as you can, “thought you'd like them.”

he opens the bag. chips. chocolates. candies. all wrapped in heart themed packaging. hell, even some heart shaped steaks were in here! those exist!?

you laugh at the way he's staring at it, “...you don’t have to do anything back. it’s just a little thing.”

he grins, like an idea just popped into his head. he turns to you, “thanks!”

you just nod, a small smile on your face, but there’s a tiny pinch in your chest. of course, he didn’t know... but you shrug it off. it’s natsu. you didn’t expect anything anyway.

the rest of the day passes normally. you head home that evening, unlocking your apartment door—

and freeze.

because it looks like a valentine’s store was robbed blind and dumped directly into your apartment.

there’s a mountain of gifts piled on your apartment floor—chocolates, plushies, balloons, cards, heart shaped boxes, a giant teddy bear that definitely came from a storefront display, and at least five bouquets with the price tags still dangling off them.

and standing in the middle of it all is natsu, hands on his hips, looking way too proud of himself.

“oh good, you’re here!” he says, like this is normal.

you stare. “natsu… what did you do!?”

“you gave me stuff,” he says, shrugging. “so i got you stuff.”

“you stole half of this!”

“yeah,” he says, completely unbothered. “but it’s for you, so it doesn’t count!”

before you can argue, he lifts something from behind his back—a giant cardboard sign, painted in red, letters uneven and messy, like he fought the brush.

“WILL U B MY VALINTIMES?” it reads.

“ya ya, i know,” he grins, puffing out his chest. “i’m the best.”

you snort—you can’t help it! it bursts out of you, loud and helpless, because this is so him. the misspelled sign and the fact that he clearly sprinted around town committing petty theft in your name.

he blinks at your laughter, a little thrown.

“what?” he huffs, cheeks tinting pink. “it’s good! the sign’s good!”

“well—”

“it is! so, will you!?”

“natsu...”

“...yeah?”

you chuckle, wiping your eyes from laughter, “you spelled it wrong.”

gray fullbuster - loves in the air!

the guild is loud in that cozy, chaotic way it always gets on holidays—pink ribbons hanging from beams, mira humming as she wipes down the bar, couples tucked into corners sharing desserts. it’s warm and bright and full of noise.

gray’s at his usual table, one leg stretched out, hair messy, shirt already gone like he forgot it existed. he looks relaxed, but his eyes flick up the second you walk in.

“hey,” he says, voice low, easy.

you sit across from him, setting your drink down. “hey!”

he watches you for a moment—not intensely, just noticing. he always notices. then he glances around the guild, taking in the decorations, the couples, the laughter.

“valentine’s really gets people going, huh?” he says, a small huff of amusement in his voice.

“yeah,” you say, smiling. “it’s cute!”

he nods, thoughtful. “did you do anything today?”

you shake your head. “not really.”

he hums, like he’s thinking about that more than he lets on.

“you?” you ask.

gray shrugs, but it’s not dismissive. “i didn’t plan anything. didn’t really think about it.”

you nod, trying to keep your expression neutral. “makes sense.”

he tilts his head slightly. “you sound disappointed.”

you blink. “what? no, i’m not—”

“you don’t have to pretend,” he says gently. “i can tell.” he continues with a small smirk.

your breath catches, “i just thought maybe…” you trail off, embarrassed. “never mind.”

gray leans forward, elbows on the table, eyes soft in a way that makes your stomach flip, “i didn’t forget you,” he says quietly. “just didn’t realize you wanted something today.”

you look down at your drink. “it’s fine.”

“it’s not,” he says, standing up. “give me a few hours.”

“gray—”

“just… be home tonight,” he says, voice warm but firm. “okay?”

you nod, confused but curious.

he gives you a small smile—the kind he only uses when he’s hiding something good—and slips out of the guild.

you’re home that evening, curled up on your couch, when there’s a knock at your door.

you open it to find gray standing there, hair a little damp from the cold, cheeks pink, hands shoved into his pockets like he’s trying to keep them steady.

“hey,” he says softly.

he holds something out to you—a small box, wrapped neatly in dark blue paper with a silver ribbon. simple and intentional.

“for you,” he says.

you take it, heart thudding, unwrapping it carefully. inside is a necklace—a tiny ice-blue crystal shaped like a heart, delicate and sharp and beautiful. it catches the light like it’s alive.

your breath stutters. “gray… this is gorgeous.”

he exhales, relieved. “good. i wanted it to be.”

you look up at him, and he’s watching you with that quiet, steady warmth he never says out loud.

“i didn’t want anything,” you whisper.

“if you say so,” he chuckles, stepping closer. “but i wanted to give you something anyway.”

your chest tightens, a smile on your lips.

he swallows, eyes flicking to your lips for a heartbeat before he meets your gaze again. “so,” he says softly, “will you be my valentines?”

“of course i will!”

his shoulders relax, tension melting away like snow in sunlight.

“good,” he murmurs, brushing a thumb over the necklace. “because i already made plans.”

you laugh, breathless. “gray!”

he blushes, but he doesn’t look away.

“get your coat,” he says, voice low. “i’m taking you somewhere nice.”

gajeel redfox - anti-valentines!

the guild is already awake and loud by the time gajeel stomps through the doors, boots heavy, expression darker than the coffee mira’s serving. someone’s hung paper hearts from the rafters and he swats one out of his face with a growl.

“the hell is all this crap?” he mutters.

mira beams at him from behind the bar. “happy valentine’s day, gajeel!”

he stops dead. blinks once. twice.

“…it’s today?”

“mm‑hmm!” she chirps.

he grunts, unimpressed, and shoulders his way past a couple feeding each other cake like they’re in a play. he looks personally offended by their happiness.

you’re sitting at a nearby table, sipping your drink, watching him with a small smile.

he drops into the seat across from you with all the grace of a falling boulder.

“guild’s lookin’ stupid,” he announces.

you laugh. “it’s festive!”

“it’s tacky.”

“it’s cute.”

“it’s tacky.” he repeats, louder, like volume makes him right.

someone behind him giggles about their date. someone else shows off a bouquet. another is blushing over a handmade card. the whole place is warm and bright and full of love.

gajeel looks like he wants to chew through a wall.

“you don’t like valentines?” you ask, amused.

“don’t care about it,” he says immediately. “waste of time. waste of money. waste of—”

he stops.

because you’re smiling, but it’s not your usual smile. it’s smaller, quieter, a little distant, like you’re trying not to let something show. it’s subtle, barely there, the kind of shift most people would miss.

but he doesn’t.

“yeah.. thought you’d say something like that.”

his eyes narrow just slightly, jaw tightening, something sharp and unreadable flickering across his face before he looks away.

“whatever,” he mutters, grabbing a drink. “people get weird over dumb stuff.”

you hum in response, not arguing or pushing, just letting the moment pass. you take another sip of your drink, gaze drifting toward the decorations, and there’s something thoughtful in your expression. something he can’t name but can’t stop noticing either.

he watches you for a second too long before he forces himself to look away.

the rest of the day unfolds like any other. he’s picking a fight with natsu, complaining about the pink everywhere, someone scolds him. he pretends he doesn’t care.

you head home that evening, the guild’s noise fading behind you.

the next morning, there’s a knock at your door, sharp and impatient.

you open it, and gajeel’s standing there like he’s about to challenge you to a duel, arms crossed, shoulders tense, expression somewhere between annoyed and… something else?

“hey,” he grumbles, “you busy today?”

you blink, surprised. “uh… no, not really?”

he grunts, then thrusts something into your hand—a small metal rose, rough around the edges, uneven petals, clearly handmade, clearly rushed, clearly something he put more effort into than he’ll ever admit.

“good,” he says, voice low. “we’re doin’ somethin’. don’t make a big deal out of it!” he turns to leave immediately, muttering under his breath, leaving you standing in your doorway with a metal rose in your hand.

you smile, bringing the rose closer your chest.

“stupid gajeel...” you blush.

laxus dreyar - anything for you!

there’s a different kind of energy in the air today, something warm and bright and very romantic. the place decorated with soft lights and red ribbons, people are sitting down with valentines day gifts next to them, and even the rowdier members are keeping it down a notch.

you walk in expecting the usual.

you do not expect the entire left side of the guild to be transformed.

the tables are pushed aside. the floor is swept spotless. there’s a velvet rope sectioning off an area that wasn’t there yesterday. soft golden lights hang overhead, casting a warm glow over the guild. it looks like a high end restaurant teleported into the guild hall!

and standing in the middle of it, expression smug enough to punch, is laxus, with a huge bouquet of your favorite flowers in his hands. he doesn’t look at anyone else. he’s waiting for you.

the second he spots you, his mouth curves—sharp and satisfied.

“’bout time you showed up,” he says, voice low, warm, confident.

you blink, stunned. “laxus… what is all this?”

he gestures lazily at the setup. “what’s it look like?”

“it looks like you rented out half the guild!”

“didn’t rent it,” he says, shrugging. “just told everyone to move.”

you stare at him. “and they listened?”

he smirks. “’course they did.”

you want to be annoyed. you want to roll your eyes. but the truth is… it’s beautiful. it’s thoughtful. it’s so over the top it’s almost ridiculous—and yet it fits him perfectly.

“why?” you ask softly, even though you already know.

he steps closer, hands sliding into his pockets, eyes locked on yours like he’s daring you to look away. “because it’s valentine’s,” he says simply. “and you’re not spending it with anyone else.”

your breath catches, smiling.

he tilts his head, studying your reaction with that lazy, electric intensity of his.

“you got a problem with that?” he asks.

you shake your head. “no! of course not. i just… didn’t expect this.”

“good,” he says. “i like surprising you.”

before you can respond, he nods toward the door.

“also,” he adds casually, “our ride’s here.”

“our what?”

he jerks his chin toward the entrance.

you turn—and nearly choke.

parked right outside the guild is a limousine. sleek. black. polished to a shine. it looks wildly out of place next to the guild’s wooden doors.

you whip back around to him. “laxus. what did you do!?”

he shrugs, like it’s nothing. “figured you deserved something nice.”

“this is more than nice!”

“yeah,” he says, stepping close enough that you feel the warmth radiating off him, “well… you’re worth more than nice.”

your heart stutters.

he watches your reaction, eyes softening just a fraction—barely noticeable unless you’re looking for it.

“so,” he says, voice dropping, “you comin’ with me or what?”

you swallow. “is this… you asking me out?”

he huffs a quiet laugh, leaning in just enough to make your pulse jump.

“i thought i made it obvious,” he murmurs. “but yeah. i’m askin’. will you be my valentines?”

“yeah!” you say softly. “of course, i’m coming with you!”

his smirk returns, slow and satisfied. he takes off his coat, wrapping it around you.

“good,” he says, offering his hand. “let’s go.” and as he leads you toward the waiting limo—in front of the entire guild, who are absolutely staring—laxus doesn’t look away from you once.

bixlow - a floating valentines!

he’s perched on the back of a chair, upside down for some reason, laughing at something one of his babies said. the floating dolls bob around him in a loose orbit, chanting nonsense and bumping into people.

“BIXLOW, CONTROL THEM!” someone yells, shrieking at the fact their messing around with their flowers.

“can’t!” he yells back, grinning. “they’re free spirited!”

you’re trying to enjoy your drink, but one of the babies floats over and pokes your cheek.

“pretty! pretty! pretty!” it chants.

you swat it away gently. “stop that.”

bixlow flips upright instantly, eyes locking onto you like he’s been waiting for an excuse.

“hey, dollface,” he purrs, sliding off the chair and sauntering over. “lookin’ cute today.”

you roll your eyes. “you say that every day.”

“yeah,” he says, leaning in, “but today you actually do.”

you shove his face away. “shut up.”

he laughs—loud and unbothered—and the babies mimic him, floating around your head.

“soooo,” he drawls, draping himself over the back of your chair, chin nearly on your shoulder, “got any valentine’s plans?”

you shrug. “not really.”

he hums, eyes narrowing playfully. “no one asked you out?”

“nope.”

he clicks his tongue. “tch. idiots.”

you snort. “you’re one to talk.”

“hey,” he says, pointing at himself, “i’m a catch.”

“you’re a menace.”

“same thing!”

you shake your head, amused, and go back to your drink, expecting nothing else, just bixlow flirting with you like he always did.

but then he snaps his fingers.

the babies scatter.

you blink. “what are they—”

they return a second later, carrying something between them—floating letters, glowing faintly, wobbling in the air as they struggle to hold them steady.

they arrange themselves in front of you.

“BE MY VALENTINE?”

you choke. “bixlow— what—”

he pops up behind you again, chin on your shoulder, grin wicked.

“cute, right?” he says. “they practiced.”

“you made them practice?!”

“yeah,” he says proudly. “took forever. they kept spelling it wrong!”

you laugh despite yourself. “oh my god.”

he leans closer, voice dropping, breath brushing your ear.

“so?” he murmurs. “you gonna say yes?”

you turn to look at him—his face inches from yours, eyes bright, grin sharp, but there’s something underneath it. something warm.

“bixlow,” you say slowly, “you could’ve just asked.”

“boring,” he scoffs. “this is better.”

you shake your head, smiling. “you’re insane.”

“maybe,” he says, smirking.

the babies bob impatiently, letters wobbling.

“well??” one of them squeaks.

you laugh, cheeks warm. “yeah. i’ll be your valentine!”

bixlow’s grin turns feral.

“knew you would,” he says, grabbing your hand and tugging you to your feet. “c’mon. i got plans.”

“plans?”

“yup,” he says, already dragging you toward the door. “and they’re all terrible.”

you groan. “bixlow—”

“you said yes,” he sings, “no take backs!”

the babies cheer, the guild groans, and bixlow looks like he just won the lottery.

sting eucliffe - presents for two!

the sabertooth guild hall is brighter than usual and absolutely drowning in valentine’s day energy. someone strung red lights across the ceiling, someone else is handing out heart shaped cookies, and rogue is already hiding in a corner pretending like he’s not apart of this.

you’re sitting at a table near the back, sipping something warm, trying to stay out of the whirlwind.

but the whirlwind finds you.

sting bursts through the front doors like he owns the place. which, to be fair, he does. he’s grinning, hair perfect, like he was straight out of a magazine cover.

the second he spots you and his grin gets even bigger.

“there you are,” he says, striding over like he’s been looking for you all morning. “i was wondering where my valentine was hiding.”

you blink. “your what?”

he plops down across from you, leaning forward on his elbows, chin propped on his hand.

“my valentine,” he repeats, slow and smug. “you know. you.”

you snort. “sting. you didn’t even ask me...”

“i’m asking now!” he says, waving a hand.

you roll your eyes. “that’s not how asking works.”

“sure it is,” he says, flashing that stupidly charming smile. “i say it, you say yes, boom—date night.”

you open your mouth to argue, but then you notice something behind him.

a massive, heart‑shaped cake. like, massive. like it took three people to carry it. pink frosting, gold accents, little sugar dragons on top.

sting follows your gaze and beams.

“oh, that?” he says casually. “yeah. that’s for you.”

your jaw drops. “sting. that thing is huge!”

“well, yeah,” he says, shrugging. “i had to outdo everyone else!”

“everyone else… where?”

he gestures vaguely around the guild. “everyone. all of them. every person who even thought about asking you out today,” he tsks.

you stare at him. “sting—”

“what?” he says, leaning back with a smug little smirk. “you deserve the best. and i’m the best.”

you groan. “you’re unbelievable...”

“thank you,” he says, like it’s a compliment.

again, before you can respond, he snaps his fingers, and someone at the door whistles.

you turn—

and two more sabertooth members are struggling through the entrance, carrying the biggest bouquet of white roses you’ve ever seen. it’s enormous, overflowing, practically glowing under the lights. wrapped around the bouquet is a long gold ribbon with shimmering letters:

“WILL U BE MY VALENTINE?”

you whip back around to sting. “sting… what is that?”

he grins, leaning forward, voice dropping just a little. “i got you flowers.”

you bury your face in your hands. “sting, you didn’t have to—”

“i wanted to,” he says, softer now, but still confident. “and i’m not letting anyone else get to you first.”

your heart stutters.

he grins, gently prying your hands off your face to hold them. “so,” he says, “you comin’ with me or what?”

you look at him—at the cake, at the ridiculous bouquet, at his stupidly hopeful smile—and you can’t help the one tugging at your lips.

“yeah,” you say quietly. “i’ll go with you.”

his grin is instant, triumphant.

“knew you would,” he says, tugging you to your feet. “c’mon. i’ve got the whole night planned.”

rogue cheney - a quiet confession!

sabertooth is softer tonight, like everyone collectively agreed to keep the chaos at a low simmer. sting is bragging somewhere, frosch is waddling around sticking heart stickers on people, and minerva is pretending she’s above it all while very much watching everything.

you’re sitting near the back, flipping through a menu, not really expecting anything from today.

and then a shadow falls across your table.

you look up, and rogue is standing there.

not awkwardly. he’s quiet, composed, eyes steady on you like he’s been waiting for the right moment.

“you’re alone,” he says softly.

you blink. “i mean… yeah?”

he nods once, thoughtful. “i thought someone would’ve asked you by now...”

you laugh lightly. “nope. guess not.”

rogue’s eyes flicker,  “good,” he murmurs.

you raise a brow. “good?”

he clears his throat, looking away for half a second before meeting your eyes again.

“i… need to show you something,” he says quietly.

you tilt your head. “okay?”

he gestures for you to follow him.

and you do, through the guild hall, past sting. who winks obnoxiously, and out the back door into the quiet training yard.

rogue stops near the far wall, glancing around to make sure no one else is there.

“i wasn’t planning to do this today,” he admits, voice low. “but… i didn’t want anyone else to get to you first.”

rogue stops in the center of the yard, turning to face you.

“i wanted to ask you something,” he says quietly. “but… i wasn’t sure how.”

you tilt your head. “rogue?”

he lifts a hand.

shadows gather instantly, rising into the air like ink suspended in water.

you watch, breath caught in your throat, as the shadows twist, curl, and shape themselves into letters: WILL YOU BE MY VALENTINE? and then, at the end, the shadows form a tiny, fluttering heart, pulsing faintly like it’s alive.

your jaw drops. “rogue— oh my god! this is—”

he looks away, cheeks faintly pink.

“i wasn’t sure if it was too much,” he murmurs. “sting said it was dramatic.”

“sting says everything is dramatic,” you huff.

the shadow‑heart flutters again, like it’s waiting for your answer.

you step closer, smiling. “rogue… this is beautiful.”

he exhales, relieved, and reaches into his coat.

“i also… got you something,” he says softly.

he holds out a small object wrapped in dark cloth.

you unwrap it carefully—and find a shadowed hairpin, sleek and black with a subtle silver sheen. when you tilt it, it catches the light and glimmers like starlight trapped in obsidian.

your breath catches. “rogue… this is gorgeous!”

“i made it,” he says quietly. “it’s infused with a bit of my magic. it’ll never break. and it’ll always find its way back to you if you lose it.”

your heart flips. you look up at him—at the faint blush on his cheeks, at the way he’s trying to stay composed, at the shadows curling gently around his boots like they’re drawn to you too.

“rogue…” you whisper, “yes! i’ll be your valentine. this is so thoughtful!”

he lets out a breath he’d been holding, a small, rare smile tugging at the corner of his mouth.

“i’m glad,” he murmurs.

you tuck the hairpin into your hair, and his eyes soften even more.

“come with me,” he says gently. “there’s a place outside the city where the stars look like magic. i want to show you.”

you take his hand, and he holds yours like it’s something he’s been wanting to do for a long time.

Natsu Dragneel

Natsu blinked at you for moment, brain short-circuited, before a grin spreading on his face, "Wait, seriously!? That's so cool!" He leaned forward, looking way too excited. "You're telling me that you've got secret weapon thighs, and I'm just now hearing about it?" The way he said it was so genuine and awed it made you want to melt into the floor. So when you laughed and waved it off with an embarrassed, "Sorry, that was weird," his brows furrowed instantly. "Weird!? No way, that's badass!! You should admit to stuff like that more often!"

Before you could stop him, he dropped to the floor sitting cross-legged and slapping his hands on your thighs like some kind of hype man. "C'mon, try 'em out! Let's test their power!" You sputtered and told him you were kidding, but Natsu just laughed, "You really think I'd ever want you to apologize for something that makes you so cool? Babe, you could crush the entire guild hall and I'd still want to go for another round!" He winked, proud of himself for his not-subtle-at-all innuendo, it didn't help that his ears were a bit pink too.

Gray Fullbuster

Gray clothes has just vanished when you made the joke, eyes widening just before he snorted and looked away, trying to hide the grin tugging at his mouth. "Did you just say--" His voice cracked into a laugh before he could finish the sentence. "Damn--You really know how to get a guys attention." He leaned back, arms crossed, the cool-guy act crumbling under the faint blush colouring his ears. But the second you muttered an apology, looking sheepish, that grin vanished in favour of a softer look. "Hey. Don't do that," he said, "You don't need to be sorry for that."

He stood, walking over and placing a hand on your hip, "You've got thighs like that and you're apologizing?" he muttered near your ear, voice just barely above a whisper. "You really don't get how damn lucky I feel every time you sit on my lap, do you?" His fingers squeezed lightly, comforting and teasing all at once. "I might just ask you to prove it later if you want." Gray's smirk was back, but softer now.

Gajeel Redfox

Gajeel let out a sharp, bark-like laugh, "Tch, it's 'bout time you realized you're built like a damn weapon," he muttered, smirking as he leaned back in his chair with a cocky tilt to his brow. He eyed your thighs openly now, like he was re-evaluating, "Crush a man? You'd level a mountain, sweetheart." But the second you tried to walk it back, something in his face shifted, like he didn't like hearing that at all. "Oi, don't take it back. What the hell's with that guilty tone?"

His hands found your waist and pulled you in close. "You think I don't know what I've got?" he asked, voice low and rough, the steel edge in it strangely intimate. "You're thick in all the right places and I like it when you talk like you know it. Don't ever apologize for being strong. Or sexy." His nose brushed your temple, breath warm against your skin. "And if you ever do crush me, at least I die happy."

Loke

Loke nearly dropped his glasses when you said it, catching the frame mid-slide as a perverse smirk spread across his face. "My dear, if I had a penny for every time I fantasized about something like that I..." he stopped himself early, not interested in getting his face smacked. His gaze swept over your figure in open admiration, lingering on the curve of your thighs like they were a fine bottle of Celestial Wine. "Why on earth would you apologize for such a divine treat?" You muttered something about it being inappropriate, but Loke only stepped closer, clearly delighted.

"I consider it a blessing to be in your gravitational pull," he said, fingers brushing the side of your hip, "You're a celestial body in your own right, both beautiful and powerful." He leaned in, lips barely grazing yours. "And if those thighs ever do end me, well, that'll be a noble end for a lion." He chuckled softly, pulling back, "So go on, flaunt what you've got. I'll always be first in line to appreciate the view and volunteer as tribute."

Laxus Dreyar

You'd barely finished the sentence before Laxus huffed out a low sound, something between a laugh and a scoff, and looked at you like you'd just said the sky was green. "That supposed to be a warning or a flex?" he asked, deadpan, and you couldn't tell if he was teasing you or just... being Laxus. His eyes lingered as he leaned against the wall, arms crossed, one brow raised as if waiting for you to take the joke further. But when you waved it off, muttering an apology, he just rolled his eyes like that was the part that annoyed him.

"You say something like that and then act like you regret it. Pick one," he said simply. Then his gaze dipped lower again, not shy about it, "I like the way you're built. I like the way you move. If that makes people nervous, that's their damn problem." He shrugged and walked off like the matter was settled in his mind.

Freed Justine

Your comment slipped out mid-conversation, casual as anything, but it was enough to make Freed pause, quill suspended in the air. "That's... a rather specific threat," he said carefully, "I assume it wasn't directed at me?" He sounded genuinely unsure whether he was being warned or flirted with, and you were already scrambling to apologize before he could finish adjusting his posture. "No, it's fine," he interrupted, setting the quill down neatly. "I just didn't expect that particular imagery before noon."

He leaned forward slightly, lacing his fingers together and narrowing his eyes, trying to understand the implication. "Hypothetically though, how effective would this crushing maneuver be? Is it a one-time move or can it be repeated?" It took you a second to realize he was being serious, and even longer to realize he was teasing you, in his own peculiar way. After a beat, he added. "If it's meant to disarm someone, I imagine it would work quite well. I certainly wouldn't be opposed to witnessing a demonstration."

Bickslow

The second the words left your mouth, Bickslow gasped like you'd just confessed a scandalous secret. "What did you just say?" he asked, practically vibrating in place as his babies all echoed in chorus, "Crush a maaan! Crush a maaaan!" He looked absolutely delighted, grinning he heard the best punchline of his life. "That's the hottest threat I've ever heard, babe. I mean, that's not even a threat really, not for me at least." He waggled his eyebrows shamelessly, resting his chin in his palm as he looked you up and down.

When you laughed and tried to brush it off, muttering a quick apology like you'd taken the joke too far, Bickslow's face twisted like that was the offensive part. "Apologizing? Okay now I'm offended," he declared. "You think I don't love it when you talk like that? You've seen me, right? I'm a menace. And you?" He stood suddenly, spinning one of his babies on a finger like a ball. "You're the best kind of danger there is, you're soft, stacked, and stronger than half the guild. I respect it. I'm into it. And if I die that way?" He flashed a wild grin. "I'll haunt you lovingly~"

Elfman Strauss

"That's so manly!" he shouted, eyes wide with admiration rather than shock. His fist clenched, trembling with emotion. "To have thighs strong enough to crush a man is the mark of a true warrior!" You tried to laugh it off, waving your hand and mumbling an apology, but he grabbed your shoulders with a seriousness that only made it worse. "No, don't take it back. I'm honoured to know someone so powerful."

Then he knelt, one knee down like he was swearing fealty to a queen. "If anyone deserves to wield that kind of strength, it's you. I mean, look at you! You've got the build of a protector. That's something to be proud of." You sputtered, cheeks burning, but he was already lost in his own passionate speech. "If anything ever threatens you, just say the word, I'll carry the rest of the fight, but you lead the charge with those legendary legs!" He looked up at you like he expected thunder to roll in behind you, and it was very hard not to cry and laugh at the same time.

Gildarts Clive

Gildarts let out a loud, surprised laugh that filled the room, "Crush a man, huh?" he repeated. "Now that's a hell of a way to go." He leaned forward on his elbows as he gave you a obvious once-over, completely unbothered and utterly pleased. "You're full of surprises aren't you? Honestly, I'd take my chances." But then you get flustered, waving your hand like you regretted saying anything.

"Nah, I've heard weirder," he said easily, waving it off with a lopsided grin. "You ever met Natsu?" He sat back and stretched, cracking his shoulder with a content sigh. "Besides, you've got every right to say stuff like that. You're confident, hot as hell, and you make me laugh." He winked at you, "That's a triple threat in my book. Don't waste time apologizing when you've clearly got the upper hand." He chuckled, "Though maybe give me a warning before you go weaponizing those thighs so I can get a head start on my will."

Laxus:

- You try this trend on him and his face immediately turns into a grimace and he effortlessly glides into the trend. - He side-steps every single touch and grab and glares at you the entire time. - It might make you worry if you weren't so convinced he did actually love you.

Bickslow: - Based on one that I actually watched 😭 - He'd hold your face and just burp in it.

Freed:

- Freed would struggle free from your grip but then throw his hands up. - He'd point to a non-existent (or existent) wedding ring so that this 'random girl' gets the picture.

Sting:

- You try and hug him from behind whilst he's doing some washing up - he sprays water in your face and laughs as you fall over. - Or, you try it in a pool and he dunks you under the water.

Rogue:

- Poor guy isn't quite understanding just why you're doing this. - He's going to keep pushing you away but with a look of concern like 'why are you a random girl now?" - Either way, he semi-understands the assignment.

Gajeel:

- He holds your waist as you try to be a random girl - it makes you worried. - Then his grip tightens, and he flips you over, performing some form of suplex. - He leaves you on the floor, and even steps over you to walk away.

A = Affection (How affectionate are they? How do they show affection?):

He's very affectionate to his friends and lovers, I mean he loves his babies too. He loves showing it through gentle teasing with friends or hugs/wrapping an arm around them. He's very loud and will try to embarrass his friends if possible. With his significant other He's a little more gentle, he's still very playful, but he'll slow down to listen to you. You have his full attention and support and protection.

B = Best friend (What would they be like as a best friend? How would the friendship start?):

He's sarcastic and dry and honestly a little hard to tell if he's joking or not. Still, he's loyal to a fault, still a little flawed but he does his best if he likes you enough.

He's here for a good time, honestly make him laugh and crack jokes with him, it's the easiest way to get close to him. Otherwise the bare minimum is to not be annoyed or creeped out by his "babies".

C = Cuddles (Do they like to cuddle? How would they cuddle?):

A huuuge cuddlebug! He will attach himself to you if possible or the mood is right. He loves holding you to his chest, wrapping his arms around you, setting his chin on top of your head. He's always the big spoon, or let's you lay on his chest and will rub your back.

D = Domestic (Do they want to settle down? How are they at cooking and cleaning?):

Out of all the members in the Thunder Legion, I think he'd be the second likely to settle down with a partner (right after Fried, I feel like Laxus and Evergreen would be 50/50 on the whole thing). He's not big on commitment right away, but he's loyal and wants to make his partner happy.

He's actually a decent cook and all the meals he makes have amazing flavor, he learned a lot of recipes while in the Circus and traveling. Cleaning, he's not the greatest, think of a teenage boys room (Fried refuses to go near it, swears he keeps it messy out of spite) but he'll immediately do better for you.

E = Ending (If they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?):

Probably would be blunt and to the point. He's not going to waste your time or his. He'll try to cushion the break up with a joke or humor, but if the relationship is done, he's done too.

F = Fiance(e) (How do they feel about commitment? How quick would they want to get married?):

He wouldn't want to get married early or quickly, he'd rather take his time having fun with you and going on adventures and taking you to his and your favorite spots. Although he'd know really early if he wants to be with you forever.

G = Gentle (How gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?):

I feel like he's actually very empathetic, and with his magic he can see others' emotions along with their souls. If he cares about you, he'll be gentle and emotionally present, much like he is with the Thunder Legion.

He likes wrapping his arms around you, if you're smaller than he is he'll put his chin on top of your head. He likes holding your hand and kissing it, kissing your forehead. He'll listen to you for hours and tone down his teasing if you're having a bad day. He'll do anything and everything to make you feel safe and comfortable.

H = Hugs (Do they like hugs? How often do they do it? What are their hugs like?):

Again he is very affectionate and touchy (see second part of letter G above), he loves giving you hugs and really anyone he's close to, but they're more of squeezing or joking and friendly in nature. He has a vice grip, dude is like a snake but he won't hurt you maybe crack a few joints.

I = I love you (How fast do they say the L-word?):

He'd be absolutely shocked hearing those words come from either one of your mouths, and if he let it slip, He'd be holding in a laugh as his babies repeat the sentiment while bumping into you. Of course he loves you, and it would be something just slips out of his mouth casually or because he was rambling on about you.

J = Jealousy (How jealous do they get? What do they do when they’re jealous?):

Although he's pretty carefree, I'd like to think he'd be pretty jealous if he liked you enough, it goes with him being kind of handsy with his partner. What's his is his, he's kinda like a big gaurd dog...or better, your personal Knight.

K = Kisses (What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you? Where do they like to be kissed?):

Expect tongue! Seriously, be warry, that thing is always out!

But honestly, he's a sucker for romance. He likes grabbing your waste or cheeks and pulling you in for kisses, bonus points if he can pick you up and carry you, or place you on a counter or wall. He's passionate and a huge romantic. If he wants more or you pull away or walk away too soon, he'll pull you back to him.

L = Little ones (How are they around children?):

He's surprisingly good with children! He'll play with toys and make up stories, he'll do little tricks with his magic too. He's super active and flexible and will show the kids how to do somersaults and flips.

I like to imagine he grew up in a circus or something similar and just never lost that spirit of fun and crazy. He'd honestly be an amazing dad...so long as he can be serious for a few minutes of the day.

M = Morning (How are mornings spent with them?):

Hopefully you're somewhat of a morning person because he's up early, he just never broke the habit of getting up early. Also he's nuts cause he doesn't need caffeine, he can just get up early. Who does that?

N = Night (How are nights spent with them?):

I'd like to imagine he's a morning person, so nights are pretty relaxing, but he is kind of a party-er. Like this man just has so much energy, except he crashes hard! He sleeps like a rock, and snores like a freight train. He'll often opt for a movie night and wrap an arm around you on the couch, or will let you lay in his lap and read a book while he holds you or runs his fingers across your skin.

O = Open (When would they start revealing things about themselves? Do they say everything all at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?):

He kind of goes in chunks, one day he's super quiet, the next he doesn't stop talking. He loves sharing stories with you, rumors he's heard in the guild, drama with the Thunder Legion. He likes telling you stories about his life once he's comfortable with you, which will be fairly quickly. You'll quickly learn he isn't embarrassed by much.

P = Patience (How easily angered are they?):

He has the patience of a saint with you, but can be quick to anger when facing a difficult opponent. He'll also get fairly upset if someone is picking on you or harassing you. But he doesn't mind waiting a little longer in lines or giving up his spot to someone who needs it on trains.

Q = Quizzes (How much would they remember about you? Do they remember every little detail you mention in passing, or do they kind of forget everything?):

He remembers everything you say, little things, important things, likes and dislikes, a little exclamation you said in passing. He makes it his job. He wants to make you happy, keep you safe and protected. Sometimes he'll mention something you totally forgot you even said. He'll still forget what he had for breakfast though.

R = Remember (What is their favorite moment in your relationship?):

He remembers when you first interacted with his babies, the way you were startled by them swarming you, but the way you quickly eased and calmed down, talking to them as if it was normal. They didn't exactly speak more than a few words or copied what he said or thought…and he was thinking quite a lot of things about you. The way you looked over at him, he remembers that look clear as day.

S = Security (How protective are they? How would they protect you? How would they like to be protected?):

God, he's your personal knight in shining armor. He would do anything and everything to make sure you're safe and healthy and taken care of. He can be a little over protective of you at times, especially when he knows the area or people are shady, but he wouldn't forgive himself if anything happened to you. He's scary when he wants needs to be.

Just take care of him and accept him for his emotions and past. All he wants is your loyalty and affection, and occasional forgiveness.

T = Try (How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?):

He tries so hard and you can tell. He loves classic gifts like flowers and baked goods, and will also give you jewelry if you're into that. He'll attempt hand made gifts (asks Evergreen for help) for you like photo collages and little cards with poems. He can be corny but he loves little moments with you, and loves making your life easier.

Of course he knows you can handle things on your own, but He'll still pay for things, help you with heavy items or your bags, hold your hand, help you down stairs and hold open doors. He's kind of old fashioned but maybe that just goes with his aesthetic. Still he loves making you happy and smile and will go the extra mile with effort.

U = Ugly (What would be some bad habits of theirs?):

He sticks his tongue out a lot, so sometimes he spits a bit, not on purpose it just happens. He also tends to smack people on the backs or shoulders out of excitement or he's teasing, that's mostly to friends though. He used to be a bit of a narcissist and masochist but that's gotten a lot better, and he hates when it's brought up because he's done a lot of growing since then.

V = Vanity (How concerned are they with their looks?):

Not very, have you seen his hair? Plus he's always hiding his eyes and face under his helmet or visor. But, he still takes very good care of himself and his hygiene, and smells really good actually. He's quite handsome if you're lucky enough to see more than his chin.

W = Whole (Would they feel incomplete without you?):

In a way yes, he's gotten to know you and your soul. If anything happened to you he would break down, probably put you into one of his babies, but it wouldn't be the same. He's a little clingy, but he just can't lose you. He forms strong bonds and those usually are for life.

X = Xtra (A random headcanon for them.):

Again I like to imagine he grew up in a Circus, so he has a deep fascination with vintage and retro oddities. He collects old dolls and fabrics and books, maybe some posters or tapestries. He also loves knights and lives for a dark fantasy aesthetic. He's honestly just an oddball.

Y = Yuck (What are some things they wouldn’t like, either in general or in a partner?):

They hate someone who's super uptight and bothered by fun. You've gotta be willing to loosen up and go with the flow. He loves fun and doing things on a whim. Also if you don't have basic respect for people and animals he'd hate you immediately, especially if you're rude to children and anyone who's working minimal wage jobs. He wants someone fun, kind, and willing to try new things, of course he won't push you out of your comfort zone with activities, just have an open mind.

Z = Zzz (What is a sleep habits of theirs?):

He sleeps like he's dead or snores like a freight train, it's a surprise every night. Check on him often, but be weary, sometimes he'll sit straight up and wake up and it will scare you.