#gray 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.

from across the bar, drying a cup in her hands, mirajane raises a curious brow. “what’s the matter, y/n?”

meeting her eyes, you pout, draped across the top of her bar rather dramatically. your hands stretch out before you, and you not so subtly shove the cup of ice away from you. “i’m hungry.”

“oh,” she frowns, concerned, eyes momentarily eyeing the cup of ice you'd shoved away. “i can make you something if you’d like? you need only ask, y/n. you know that.”

you turn to her, letting your chin rest on the table instead of your cheek and frown, not having meant to insult her. “I know, mira. thank you,” you say honestly, sending her a small smile. “it’s not food really that i’m hungry for, it’s—“

whatever you’d been about to say promptly gets cut off by the sound of the doors open. you straighten, surprising mirajane as you practically leap to your feet. instantly, your head is snapping towards the door, desperately hopeful, before your eyes practically shine at the sight of a familiar dark-haired (shirtless) mage.

“gray!” you call, bounding towards him without a second thought.

at the sound of his name, gray turns to face you, settling once he realizes just who called for him. his face brightens and a gentle smile curls on his lips as his arms widen to hug you, body obviously easing at you, his girlfriend, given how much he’d missed you while taking solo job.

it wasn't even like he'd been gone for that long — the mission had taken no more than two days. it was just rare that the two of you didn't go together, or at least with the rest of team natsu, but you hadn't been feeling well so you'd opted out.

you'd severely regretted that decision the second gray left.

except, you don’t jump into his arms like gray expects, arms shifting to prepare himself. instead, you stop right before him, hands reaching to clasp his wrist and tug it towards your chest.

“ice.”

and he blinks, stunned and confused, the whole thing happening in a blink of the eye to gray. he's dreadfully confused and a little disappointed because he'd been looking forward to that hug and then, your words register and he smirks teasingly.

“and here i thought you actually missed me.”

eyes shifting from his hand to his eyes, you pause. “oh, yes, gray of course i missed you. im glad you’re safe,” you rush out in a way that doesn’t completely seem heartfelt in the way gray had really wanted. but, he guessed, it was that thought that counted?

“now, ice. im starving.”

huffing, gray moves to oblige, not able to deny your request but still pouting about it.

“seriously,” he whines, feeling rerribly unlike himself (only you would have the ability to make him whine), holding his hand and making some ice for you to take. “it’s like you just use me to eat my ice. did you know that i missed you and you were on my thoughts the entire—“

gray halts when he feels your lips press against his cheek.

lips parting, his eyes follow you as you lean back, the ice he’d made for you held safely in your hands as you beam up at him.

“thank you,” you whisper, warm and genuine.

the sight of you smiling at him like that and the sound of your voice has gray short circuiting, cheeks turning a bright red as you move to happily munch of the ice.

“mm!” you exclaims, giddy and satisfied. “delicious. as always. no other ice can compare.”

and it’s silly and stupid. it’s just ice, but it melts gray’s heart and your words mean so much to him that all he can manage is to smile back at you, eyes flooded with love.

"you're welcome," he muses, watching you with adoring eyes. with the ice happily in your hands as you munch away, gray wraps his arm around your waist, pulling you against his side as he leads you towards a table.

truthfully, he'll give you all the ice in the world if it makes you that happy every time.

Sharing a darling

❥Lucy and you join Fairy Tail around the same time, arguably one of the main reasons why both of you form such a quick friendship. After all neither of you was fully prepared for the utter chaos that this guild would really be. Yet there is an odd charm that lays in the chaos and soon enough both of you are dragged on missions with Natsu and Happy. Natsu is one big safety hazard, big on fighting and less on thinking. But it's his heart that burns brighter than anything else and soon you find yourself nearly spending most of your time with those three as the four of you become a for now unofficial team. Soon a few more additions follow. Gray and Erza join and soon Fairy Tail not only gains two new members in Wendy and Carla but your team also adds those two to the list. What started as a quartette has now turned into a group consisting of eight members. It's one of the- if not the strongest- team in Fairy Tail. However, lovely chaos still reigns supreme above everything else. After all every member- yes, that includes you- is stubborn and thick-headed in their own way. There is a reason why Makarov is rightfully frightened of this team. After all one careless mission could wrack an entire city.

❥Happy, Lucy and Natsu have been attached to you already before the other members joined. Natsu may very well have had a crush on you for ages. The only problem. He is so goddamn oblivious. Ironically enough he does know that Lucy has a crush on you too. Lucy is aware of her feelings for you but she also knows that Natsu loves you even if he may be an idiot and doesn't notice. So what ends up happening is that both end up refusing to make a move on you as they feel too conflicted knowing that the other one has feelings for you. Both might even try to set you up with the other mage instead which ends in one major confusion for you. Poor Happy tries his best to help but he isn't the brightest either. Then Gray and Erza join and both notice the big mess the three of you are in. Gray refuses to meddle with this mess though. It's far more amusing to watch and he also doesn't want to involve himself in a mess Natsu and Lucy are solely responsible for themselves. Erza initially though intends to play matchmaker. She doesn't even think of a trio of lovers as strange. It's just a challenge and more romance, isn't it? Not that her attempts to set the three of you up are necessarily helpful either.

❥Happy and her are trying though. They might even team up for a time. Gray just spends his time facebalming and walking out of any door the moment he walks in on any awkward moments- of which there are unfortunately a lot. Though Erza and Gray soon both figure out themselves just what Natsu and Lucy are experiencing and then the previous mess is doubled as now they are four powerful mages all in love with you. Worst of all is that now actual conflict arises. Between Natsu and Lucy everything has been quite peaceful but now two other hotheads have been thrown into the mix. The jealousy Natsu has experienced very little of now spikes as Gray of all people hangs out with you. It's on sight for both men and you cannot count on both hands how often they have thrown hands in front of you. Erza wants to think that she is more mature than that but she is one possessive lady as well and she hates it more than anything when her moments with you are interrupted. Natsu is her nightmare as him and Happy are nosy and so you aren't unfamiliar to the sight of her summoning her armor and weapons and chasing both of them. At least she manages to stop actual fights between Natsu and Gray.

❥Then the final full members join in Wendy and Carla. And that really is God's blessing. From all people possible it is Carla who quickly recognises what is going on within the team and she- as the no nonsense person that she is- very quickly decides that things cannot go on like this. Especially not since this may very well set a bad example for Wendy who has found quick comfort in you too. So one night. This just cannot go on like this. At this point everyone knows anyways what is going on. Everyone in the guild knows that Natsu, Lucy, Gray and Erza are in love with you. You know that they are in love with you. Even Natsu knows by now that he's in love with you as the sheer jealousy he has been experiencing since Gray started hanging out with you more has made him reevaluate his feelings for you. Strangely enough no one has attempted to claim you as theirs though and that is because deep down each one holds still respect for each other and for that hasn't dared to make the final move. Carla suspects though that even if one would do so, the others wouldn't let it slide. So she comes up with the solution of trying a poly!relationship between those four and you.

❥Lucy is fine with that idea. Natsu, Gray and Erza are her friends and she knows that despite their hot-headed nature they are good people with big hearts. Erza is sceptical, mainly due to her possessive nature. It seems like the most logical decision though as she knows for a fact that otherwise everyone would only end up fighting more which shouldn't happen. Natsu and Gray though take it with much less grace. In fact the first thing they do is point at each other whilst screaming: "Seriously?! With him??" before they're on each other's throat again. Only for Erza to step in and smash her fist on their heads, rage overtaking her as she chastises both men for their behavior in front of you and the child. Perhaps it is the terror of a rageful Erza but both men agree begrudgingly afterwards with multiple bumps on their heads. They even shake on it and try to crush each other's hand in the process. Then the poly!relationship truly begins and in some aspects it is even messier than before. Jealousy runs apparent between Gray and Natsu who constantly try to outdo each other in order to impress you. Wendy, Happy and Carla watch kind of from the outside of it all.

❥Any injury you may suffer from during battle is healed by Wendy the moment she spots it. If you're cold then Natsu has you wrapped up in your embrance and shoots Gray a smug grin. If you're hot Gray functions better than any AC and coold you with his body whilst giving Natsu the side eye. You're dragged on shopping tours with Erza who isn't bashful to show her more girly side to you. Lucy tries and fails more than once to enjoy some nice baths with you only to be interrupted by Natsu and Happy spying. Carly really is the most mature of them all as she can only watch the antics unfolding with a disappointed sigh. Everyone makes a fuss over you in a different way and combined that can be very crushing at times. This team is on very different sides though when it comes to awareness. Carla, Gray and Erza are most aware of the obsessive and possessive undertone of it all. For that they see themselves as responsible for being more mature even if that goal fails multiple times due to different factors. Lucy is on the middle, seeing the bad parts but partially also being blinded by her love. And then there is Wendy who just wants to protect you and Natsu and Happy who share one braincell.

❥The scale of clinginess can actually even be measured by this all. For it is the delusional side of the team who tends to be always very close to you. Natsu in fact barely separates from you. So do Happy and Wendy as all three follow you around everywhere you go. Lucy too likes to spend a lot of time with you but she also understands the wish of being left alone at times and tries to listen to your wishes. Gray and Erza both tend to stalk more from a distance- especially Gray. Unfortunately both are also rather possessive and with how clingy other members are that means they both are very fierce once they finally have you to themselves and for that get very upset and angry if their alone time is interrupted- especially if it ends up being Natsu. Carla is the one who is the most alright with spending the smallest amount of time with you as she understands how difficult this situation can be at times and how hard it must be on you too. After all it sometimes feels like you are ripped back and forth and have to try to find the perfect balance. If it does get too hard on you it is going to be Carla too who gives everyone an earful. They should spend less time bickering and more time looking after you.

❥You are the most well-protected person in the Kingdom if Fiore though. Two Dragon Slayers, one Demon Slayer, an S-Class Mage and two Exceed are looking out for you. You literally cannot get better than this. That doesn't mean that you get babied as you are still a respected member of the guild but there are certain members more protective than others. Gray and Erza are both familiar with loss and deep down terrified of it happening again which leads them to keep an eye out for you during battle. Carla may not be necessarily overprotective but she is cautious and afraid that that with the team's tendency to be careless you might let your guard down during battle. During larger battles though you may notice that neither strays too far away or that at least one or two are always at least able to keep an eye on you and interfere if they should notice that you're getting overwhelmed. Even outside of battle you are well protected from creeps, perverts and rude people. Erza is quick to punch them quite literally up in the sky and Gray gives them the chills figuratively and literally. Natsu just throws hands. The most merciful of them all are Wendy and Lucy indeed though they too throw some shade.

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❥Through no real fault of his own, Natsu ends up as the most sexually active and that all because of his heat. He cannot control his biology unfortunately and so when his body wants to mate, it wants to mate. Gray is disgusted whenever that time of the year comes around whilst Erza looks oddly interested in it all, Wendy is tried to be protected from such knowledge- though she isn't as naive as others may think- and Wendy and Carla are already planning for a trip to the beach or anywhere with ice or water to prevent Natsu from accidentally setting a bedroom on fire. His possessiveness is amplified when heat is around and so he reaches a level rivalling that of people like Gray and Erza and even topping it during the worst phase of it all. He literally growls at anyone if their smell sticks to you and smothers you in his scent so that you possibly reek of him, especially since his natural musk grows stronger during heat. That scent lingers and it makes some almost gag due to the overpowering stench. Natsu tends to be rougher during his heat too as he loses control over his strength and magic so you feel the soreness even days after. He apologises so profusely after though.

❥Outside of his heat though, Natsu is much more easy-going and relaxed. The natural body heat never truly goes away as he always runs hotter than a normal person so being pressed close to his body always has you breaking out in sweat sooner than later. More dominant in his heat, Natsu is more of a switch outside of it. He does like to wrestle playfully in bed but he is quite good in sensing what you prefer in that moment deep down and so he lets you win on purpose when he senses the intention that you want to be the dominant partner in bed. Also, he has a bit of a tickle kink. Parts of his body are more sensitive than others and the mere brush of your fingers often has him flinch. During heat such touches make him even more fetal. Outside of it he just starts laughing if you touch him there too much though the stimulation still makes itself apparent by the blood flodding elsewhere in his body. Talking about sharing, he is the most comfortable sharing you with Lucy in bed. Gray is genuinely not wanted with you during sex but as rivals this just ends up happening and it becomes one big competition then to see who can provide you with more pleasure.

❥Lucy is much more patient with you. She understands that having four lovers at once can be very exhausting at times, especially four lovers with such childish antics at times. That obviously extends to sex as well. Natsu's heat really is the most obvious proof of it all and Lucy has tended to you afterwards more than enough to see how exhausted you were afterwards. So if the both of you get physically intimate she just wants to treat you above anything else. As she loves taking a nice and relaxing bath with you, her first time with you naturally ends up in steaming water with both of you touching each other experimentally and somewhat shyly. With her tendency to want to make sure that you are feeling good, she ends up being more of a receiver than a giver. If you wish to return the favor and rest between her legs, she gladly lets you. But Lucy feels the best when she is the one pumping her fingers inside of you, each pump of her fingers resulting in a new gush of your arousal coating her hand. She full on pampers you during aftercare too. Face masks, comfortable pyjamas, scented candles and amazing comfort food to munch on together afterwards. Everything to make you feel good.

❥Natsu has probably interrupted her time with you the one or other time as he has a terrible tendency to break into her house and follow you around. Her embarrassment is clear for that as she tries to cover you though that is ridiculous since Natsu has seen you naked before. Yet at one point in time sharing you during intimate moments with Natsu does end up happening more than she could have imagined. She is very comfortable around Natsu and vice versa as Lucy is often the one Natsu lets closest when he is in heat. There are even a few times where Lucy ended up sharing you with Erza though those moments aren't planned. Admittedly, she should have known better than to get touchy with you in a more public bath but by the time Erza walked in it was already too late to hide. Erza though isn't bashful at all when she walks in on the both of you. In fact she just joins both of you in the hot water, asking if the both of you plan to continue whilst Lucy is going impossibly red in the face. How can a woman be so unashamed? Both of you stop, aroused still but too embarrassed. It's Erza who then starts using her fingers on you, noticing how you rub your legs together.

❥Gray is the kind of person who plays it all off. He may walk around half-naked most of the day but that doesn't mean that he has any dirty thoughts. Especially once he witnesses the extent of Natsu's heat does he silently vow to not fall to that level. He doesn't push you into anything even if he ends up bricked up, attempting to train or sleep it off before begrudgingly resorting to jerking off under the shower and praying no one hears him. As a mage using ice magic he is the opposite of Natsu. Where Natsu is naturally hotter, Gray is cooler than a normal person. Unsurprisingly ice play becomes a common occurrence during sex for that matter. The first time you feel his fingers growing colder whilst buried inside you, you came immediately- hot and gummy walls tightening around his digits as if trying to warm them. It's never enough to ever harm you seriously. It is enough though to make your back arche and to have you gasp when chilly hands run over your body which heats up unlike his. That also means that both of you are never really sweaty after sex as all of it has cooled off. Once again that differs greatly the aftermath of sex with Natsu where you are drenched in sweat.

❥Talking about Natsu, jealous sex is more common than you would want to admit to secretly enjoying. Gray and Natsu argue the most from everyone in the team. They have done it before you and they are doing it even more now with you. It's often about who can protect you better and who do you like more until it somehow almost naturally lead to both of them not only competing during fights but also in bed. Temperature play goes hard as you are tucked back and forth between a human furnace and a human fridge. Hot and cold are assaulting you simultaneously and your nerves are so confused but stimulated nevetheless. It's a sheer overload of sensation for your body, resulting in you being more sensitive than ever and both men use that to their advantage to draw out countless orgasms out of you whilst still bickering about who can make you cum better and faster. They really push each other's buttons which leads them to push you over your limit until you're dizzy and unable to talk properly anymore. You're thirsty, tired and too cold and too hot at the same time. You know though that this won't be the last time both men will grab you and make you sweat and shiver simultaneously.

❥Erza may get somewhat bashful when first thinking about sex with you but outside of Natsu in heat she is the one who is the most straightforward with you about it. She isn't really bashful about seeing others naked and she has a fondness for smut and erotic novels which seems to contrast her normally strict and reserved personality. What that implies is that Erza ends up being the most kinky lover you have by far. She has read so much stuff and for that reason she has so many ideas on what she could do with you. Sex toys are a must during sex for her as she loves using them to spice things up. Vanilla is boring. Excitement and experiments is where it all lies. So you better prepare yourself to be tied up with ropes and blindfolded, half-horrified whilst Erza is almost glowing. She has been practicing tying knots and even learned shibari to use it all when with you. She has even read an erotica book involving racks before and she has been trying to purchase one for a while now. Not to tear your limbs apart of course. At least not to the point of bones snapping and you being in serious pain. The woman's stamina must be feared as well. She can last for so many rounds.