will you be my valentines? â€ïž
ft. natsu, gray, gajeel, laxus, bixslow. sting, rogue
natsu dragneel - the guy who stole valentines!
everyone is buzzing tonight. beaming about plans and gifts and who's taking who where, and natsu's in the middle of it all, leaning back in his seat with his arms crossed, looking like he's seconds away from falling asleep.
it's valentines day. everyone is booming about it. mira's giggling behind the bar, serving all the couples in the guild. someone groans about not having a date. someone else is teasing them.
youâre sitting next to natsu, and lucy's sitting in front of you two, blushing about how romantic today is supposed to be and how happy she is to see all the couples enjoying their day.
natsu just blinks, slow and unimpressed.
âwhats valen... valen-whatever?â he asks.
you look up from your drink. âvalentine's day?â
âyeah, that. what is it?â
ânatsu, it's literally a holiday about romance! of course you wouldn't know..." lucy speaks, continuing, âpeople get together... give each other gifts... go on dates... confess to their loved onesâoh 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!â 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.
âwhat's this?â he blinks.
âjust... some valentine's snacks,â you say, as casual as you can, âthought you'd like them.â
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, â...you donât have to do anything back. itâs just a little thing.â
he grins, like an idea just popped into his head. he turns to you, âthanks!â
you just nod, a small smile on your face, but thereâs a tiny pinch in your chest. of course, he didnât know... but you shrug it off. itâs natsu. you didnât expect anything anyway.
the rest of the day passes normally. you head home that evening, unlocking your apartment doorâ
and freeze.
because it looks like a valentineâs store was robbed blind and dumped directly into your apartment.
thereâs a mountain of gifts piled on your apartment floorâchocolates, 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.
âoh good, youâre here!â he says, like this is normal.
you stare. ânatsu⊠what did you do!?â
âyou gave me stuff,â he says, shrugging. âso i got you stuff.â
âyou stole half of this!â
âyeah,â he says, completely unbothered. âbut itâs for you, so it doesnât count!â
before you can argue, he lifts something from behind his backâa giant cardboard sign, painted in red, letters uneven and messy, like he fought the brush.
âWILL U B MY VALINTIMES?â it reads.
âya ya, i know,â he grins, puffing out his chest. âiâm the best.â
you snortâyou canât 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.
âwhat?â he huffs, cheeks tinting pink. âitâs good! the signâs good!â
âwellââ
âit is! so, will you!?â
ânatsu...â
â...yeah?â
you chuckle, wiping your eyes from laughter, âyou spelled it wrong.â
gray fullbuster - loves in the air!
the guild is loud in that cozy, chaotic way it always gets on holidaysâpink ribbons hanging from beams, mira humming as she wipes down the bar, couples tucked into corners sharing desserts. itâs warm and bright and full of noise.
grayâs 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.
âhey,â he says, voice low, easy.
you sit across from him, setting your drink down. âhey!â
he watches you for a momentânot intensely, just noticing. he always notices. then he glances around the guild, taking in the decorations, the couples, the laughter.
âvalentineâs really gets people going, huh?â he says, a small huff of amusement in his voice.
âyeah,â you say, smiling. âitâs cute!â
he nods, thoughtful. âdid you do anything today?â
you shake your head. ânot really.â
he hums, like heâs thinking about that more than he lets on.
âyou?â you ask.
gray shrugs, but itâs not dismissive. âi didnât plan anything. didnât really think about it.â
you nod, trying to keep your expression neutral. âmakes sense.â
he tilts his head slightly. âyou sound disappointed.â
you blink. âwhat? no, iâm notââ
âyou donât have to pretend,â he says gently. âi can tell.â he continues with a small smirk.
your breath catches, âi just thought maybeâŠâ you trail off, embarrassed. ânever mind.â
gray leans forward, elbows on the table, eyes soft in a way that makes your stomach flip, âi didnât forget you,â he says quietly. âjust didnât realize you wanted something today.â
you look down at your drink. âitâs fine.â
âitâs not,â he says, standing up. âgive me a few hours.â
âgrayââ
âjust⊠be home tonight,â he says, voice warm but firm. âokay?â
you nod, confused but curious.
he gives you a small smileâthe kind he only uses when heâs hiding something goodâand slips out of the guild.
youâre home that evening, curled up on your couch, when thereâs 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 heâs trying to keep them steady.
âhey,â he says softly.
he holds something out to youâa small box, wrapped neatly in dark blue paper with a silver ribbon. simple and intentional.
âfor you,â he says.
you take it, heart thudding, unwrapping it carefully. inside is a necklaceâa tiny ice-blue crystal shaped like a heart, delicate and sharp and beautiful. it catches the light like itâs alive.
your breath stutters. âgray⊠this is gorgeous.â
he exhales, relieved. âgood. i wanted it to be.â
you look up at him, and heâs watching you with that quiet, steady warmth he never says out loud.
âi didnât want anything,â you whisper.
âif you say so,â he chuckles, stepping closer. âbut i wanted to give you something anyway.â
your chest tightens, a smile on your lips.
he swallows, eyes flicking to your lips for a heartbeat before he meets your gaze again. âso,â he says softly, âwill you be my valentines?â
âof course i will!â
his shoulders relax, tension melting away like snow in sunlight.
âgood,â he murmurs, brushing a thumb over the necklace. âbecause i already made plans.â
you laugh, breathless. âgray!â
he blushes, but he doesnât look away.
âget your coat,â he says, voice low. âiâm taking you somewhere nice.â
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 miraâs serving. someoneâs hung paper hearts from the rafters and he swats one out of his face with a growl.
âthe hell is all this crap?â he mutters.
mira beams at him from behind the bar. âhappy valentineâs day, gajeel!â
he stops dead. blinks once. twice.
ââŠitâs today?â
âmmâhmm!â she chirps.
he grunts, unimpressed, and shoulders his way past a couple feeding each other cake like theyâre in a play. he looks personally offended by their happiness.
youâre 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.
âguildâs lookinâ stupid,â he announces.
you laugh. âitâs festive!â
âitâs tacky.â
âitâs cute.â
âitâs tacky.â 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.
âyou donât like valentines?â you ask, amused.
âdonât care about it,â he says immediately. âwaste of time. waste of money. waste ofââ
he stops.
because youâre smiling, but itâs not your usual smile. itâs smaller, quieter, a little distant, like youâre trying not to let something show. itâs subtle, barely there, the kind of shift most people would miss.
but he doesnât.
âyeah.. thought youâd say something like that.â
his eyes narrow just slightly, jaw tightening, something sharp and unreadable flickering across his face before he looks away.
âwhatever,â he mutters, grabbing a drink. âpeople get weird over dumb stuff.â
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 thereâs something thoughtful in your expression. something he canât name but canât 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. heâs picking a fight with natsu, complaining about the pink everywhere, someone scolds him. he pretends he doesnât care.
you head home that evening, the guildâs noise fading behind you.
the next morning, thereâs a knock at your door, sharp and impatient.
you open it, and gajeelâs standing there like heâs about to challenge you to a duel, arms crossed, shoulders tense, expression somewhere between annoyed and⊠something else?
âhey,â he grumbles, âyou busy today?â
you blink, surprised. âuh⊠no, not really?â
he grunts, then thrusts something into your handâa small metal rose, rough around the edges, uneven petals, clearly handmade, clearly rushed, clearly something he put more effort into than heâll ever admit.
âgood,â he says, voice low. âweâre doinâ somethinâ. donât make a big deal out of it!â 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.
âstupid gajeel...â you blush.
laxus dreyar - anything for you!
thereâs 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. thereâs a velvet rope sectioning off an area that wasnât 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 doesnât look at anyone else. heâs waiting for you.
the second he spots you, his mouth curvesâsharp and satisfied.
ââbout time you showed up,â he says, voice low, warm, confident.
you blink, stunned. âlaxus⊠what is all this?â
he gestures lazily at the setup. âwhatâs it look like?â
âit looks like you rented out half the guild!â
âdidnât rent it,â he says, shrugging. âjust told everyone to move.â
you stare at him. âand they listened?â
he smirks. ââcourse they did.â
you want to be annoyed. you want to roll your eyes. but the truth is⊠itâs beautiful. itâs thoughtful. itâs so over the top itâs almost ridiculousâand yet it fits him perfectly.
âwhy?â you ask softly, even though you already know.
he steps closer, hands sliding into his pockets, eyes locked on yours like heâs daring you to look away. âbecause itâs valentineâs,â he says simply. âand youâre not spending it with anyone else.â
your breath catches, smiling.
he tilts his head, studying your reaction with that lazy, electric intensity of his.
âyou got a problem with that?â he asks.
you shake your head. âno! of course not. i just⊠didnât expect this.â
âgood,â he says. âi like surprising you.â
before you can respond, he nods toward the door.
âalso,â he adds casually, âour rideâs here.â
âour what?â
he jerks his chin toward the entrance.
you turnâand 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 guildâs wooden doors.
you whip back around to him. âlaxus. what did you do!?â
he shrugs, like itâs nothing. âfigured you deserved something nice.â
âthis is more than nice!â
âyeah,â he says, stepping close enough that you feel the warmth radiating off him, âwell⊠youâre worth more than nice.â
your heart stutters.
he watches your reaction, eyes softening just a fractionâbarely noticeable unless youâre looking for it.
âso,â he says, voice dropping, âyou cominâ with me or what?â
you swallow. âis this⊠you asking me out?â
he huffs a quiet laugh, leaning in just enough to make your pulse jump.
âi thought i made it obvious,â he murmurs. âbut yeah. iâm askinâ. will you be my valentines?â
âyeah!â you say softly. âof course, iâm coming with you!â
his smirk returns, slow and satisfied. he takes off his coat, wrapping it around you.
âgood,â he says, offering his hand. âletâs go.â and as he leads you toward the waiting limoâin front of the entire guild, who are absolutely staringâlaxus doesnât look away from you once.
bixlow - a floating valentines!
heâs 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.
âBIXLOW, CONTROL THEM!â someone yells, shrieking at the fact their messing around with their flowers.
âcanât!â he yells back, grinning. âtheyâre free spirited!â
youâre trying to enjoy your drink, but one of the babies floats over and pokes your cheek.
âpretty! pretty! pretty!â it chants.
you swat it away gently. âstop that.â
bixlow flips upright instantly, eyes locking onto you like heâs been waiting for an excuse.
âhey, dollface,â he purrs, sliding off the chair and sauntering over. âlookinâ cute today.â
you roll your eyes. âyou say that every day.â
âyeah,â he says, leaning in, âbut today you actually do.â
you shove his face away. âshut up.â
he laughsâloud and unbotheredâand the babies mimic him, floating around your head.
âsoooo,â he drawls, draping himself over the back of your chair, chin nearly on your shoulder, âgot any valentineâs plans?â
you shrug. ânot really.â
he hums, eyes narrowing playfully. âno one asked you out?â
ânope.â
he clicks his tongue. âtch. idiots.â
you snort. âyouâre one to talk.â
âhey,â he says, pointing at himself, âiâm a catch.â
âyouâre a menace.â
âsame thing!â
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. âwhat are theyââ
they return a second later, carrying something between themâfloating letters, glowing faintly, wobbling in the air as they struggle to hold them steady.
they arrange themselves in front of you.
âBE MY VALENTINE?â
you choke. âbixlowâ whatââ
he pops up behind you again, chin on your shoulder, grin wicked.
âcute, right?â he says. âthey practiced.â
âyou made them practice?!â
âyeah,â he says proudly. âtook forever. they kept spelling it wrong!â
you laugh despite yourself. âoh my god.â
he leans closer, voice dropping, breath brushing your ear.
âso?â he murmurs. âyou gonna say yes?â
you turn to look at himâhis face inches from yours, eyes bright, grin sharp, but thereâs something underneath it. something warm.
âbixlow,â you say slowly, âyou couldâve just asked.â
âboring,â he scoffs. âthis is better.â
you shake your head, smiling. âyouâre insane.â
âmaybe,â he says, smirking.
the babies bob impatiently, letters wobbling.
âwell??â one of them squeaks.
you laugh, cheeks warm. âyeah. iâll be your valentine!â
bixlowâs grin turns feral.
âknew you would,â he says, grabbing your hand and tugging you to your feet. âcâmon. i got plans.â
âplans?â
âyup,â he says, already dragging you toward the door. âand theyâre all terrible.â
you groan. âbixlowââ
âyou said yes,â he sings, âno take backs!â
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 valentineâs 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 heâs not apart of this.
youâre 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. heâs grinning, hair perfect, like he was straight out of a magazine cover.
the second he spots you and his grin gets even bigger.
âthere you are,â he says, striding over like heâs been looking for you all morning. âi was wondering where my valentine was hiding.â
you blink. âyour what?â
he plops down across from you, leaning forward on his elbows, chin propped on his hand.
âmy valentine,â he repeats, slow and smug. âyou know. you.â
you snort. âsting. you didnât even ask me...â
âiâm asking now!â he says, waving a hand.
you roll your eyes. âthatâs not how asking works.â
âsure it is,â he says, flashing that stupidly charming smile. âi say it, you say yes, boomâdate night.â
you open your mouth to argue, but then you notice something behind him.
a massive, heartâshaped 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.
âoh, that?â he says casually. âyeah. thatâs for you.â
your jaw drops. âsting. that thing is huge!â
âwell, yeah,â he says, shrugging. âi had to outdo everyone else!â
âeveryone else⊠where?â
he gestures vaguely around the guild. âeveryone. all of them. every person who even thought about asking you out today,â he tsks.
you stare at him. âstingââ
âwhat?â he says, leaning back with a smug little smirk. âyou deserve the best. and iâm the best.â
you groan. âyouâre unbelievable...â
âthank you,â he says, like itâs a compliment.
again, before you can respond, he snaps his fingers, and someone at the door whistles.
you turnâ
and two more sabertooth members are struggling through the entrance, carrying the biggest bouquet of white roses youâve ever seen. itâs enormous, overflowing, practically glowing under the lights. wrapped around the bouquet is a long gold ribbon with shimmering letters:
âWILL U BE MY VALENTINE?â
you whip back around to sting. âsting⊠what is that?â
he grins, leaning forward, voice dropping just a little. âi got you flowers.â
you bury your face in your hands. âsting, you didnât have toââ
âi wanted to,â he says, softer now, but still confident. âand iâm not letting anyone else get to you first.â
your heart stutters.
he grins, gently prying your hands off your face to hold them. âso,â he says, âyou cominâ with me or what?â
you look at himâat the cake, at the ridiculous bouquet, at his stupidly hopeful smileâand you canât help the one tugging at your lips.
âyeah,â you say quietly. âiâll go with you.â
his grin is instant, triumphant.
âknew you would,â he says, tugging you to your feet. âcâmon. iâve got the whole night planned.â
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 sheâs above it all while very much watching everything.
youâre 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. heâs quiet, composed, eyes steady on you like heâs been waiting for the right moment.
âyouâre alone,â he says softly.
you blink. âi mean⊠yeah?â
he nods once, thoughtful. âi thought someone wouldâve asked you by now...â
you laugh lightly. ânope. guess not.â
rogueâs eyes flicker, âgood,â he murmurs.
you raise a brow. âgood?â
he clears his throat, looking away for half a second before meeting your eyes again.
âi⊠need to show you something,â he says quietly.
you tilt your head. âokay?â
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.
âi wasnât planning to do this today,â he admits, voice low. âbut⊠i didnât want anyone else to get to you first.â
rogue stops in the center of the yard, turning to face you.
âi wanted to ask you something,â he says quietly. âbut⊠i wasnât sure how.â
you tilt your head. ârogue?â
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 itâs alive.
your jaw drops. ârogueâ oh my god! this isââ
he looks away, cheeks faintly pink.
âi wasnât sure if it was too much,â he murmurs. âsting said it was dramatic.â
âsting says everything is dramatic,â you huff.
the shadowâheart flutters again, like itâs waiting for your answer.
you step closer, smiling. ârogue⊠this is beautiful.â
he exhales, relieved, and reaches into his coat.
âi also⊠got you something,â he says softly.
he holds out a small object wrapped in dark cloth.
you unwrap it carefullyâand 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. ârogue⊠this is gorgeous!â
âi made it,â he says quietly. âitâs infused with a bit of my magic. itâll never break. and itâll always find its way back to you if you lose it.â
your heart flips. you look up at himâat the faint blush on his cheeks, at the way heâs trying to stay composed, at the shadows curling gently around his boots like theyâre drawn to you too.
ârogueâŠâ you whisper, âyes! iâll be your valentine. this is so thoughtful!â
he lets out a breath heâd been holding, a small, rare smile tugging at the corner of his mouth.
âiâm glad,â he murmurs.
you tuck the hairpin into your hair, and his eyes soften even more.
âcome with me,â he says gently. âthereâs a place outside the city where the stars look like magic. i want to show you.â
you take his hand, and he holds yours like itâs something heâs been wanting to do for a long time.










