Converted one-shot. Valentine's Day is coming up soon and Fairy Tail's resident matchmaker Mirajane is ready to have some fun. Her first victims were a couple was a pair of mages who were as different as lightning and water. Could this go well?

Wiping down the bar, Mirajane kept her cheerful stride as she thought of the perfect idea.

Valentine's Day is coming up. Why not have the entire guild celebrate?

She stopped mid-wipe and surveyed the hall. To her surprise, it was quiet, not a single fight broke out today. Her eyes darted towards the clock. It's only an hour afternoon. That's the longest we've gone without a fight since the guild was rebuilt.

BOOM! The double doors opened with full force.

"Fight me, Laxus!" Natsu commanded, jumping onto the table where the certain S-Class mage was sitting.

I spoke too soon, Mirajane sighed to herself. Whenever Natsu entered the guild, trouble follows suit. And just when I thought that I could leave early too...

Laxus disregarded him. He had come back from a mission and preferred his time alone. He found Natsu annoying; no matter what day or time or place, he insisted on challenging everyone to fights.

"Go away, loser." He continued to focus the new flier for a mission.

Not one to be easily deterred, Natsu jumped and held out his flaming foot and screaming, "FIRE DRAGON'S CLA—" Zap! A stroke of lightning zapped him mid-air.

Mirajane watched as he fell hard on the floor, his skin fried and brown. Oh, Natsu, when will he ever learn? She continued to wipe.

And like clockwork, the guild already became embroiled into a brawl. She shook her head as she realized that she is going to stay late to clean up again with Kinana.

"Hey, Mira!" Lucy waved to her. Behind her followed, Wendy, Erza, and Juvia, deciding to sit this fight out.

Deep in contemplation, she pursed her lips as she continued to brainstorm. We need something to keep them preoccupied. Valentine's Day is coming up and I still don't have any activities planned. Hmmm…

"Uh, Mira?" Wendy peered closer. She waved her hand in front of her face, waiting for a reaction.

I've got an idea!

Mirajane stopped wiping. Coming back into reality, her eyes widened with glee, "Hey, everyone! How's it going?" Several eyebrows rose; she seemed so distracted. And—now—her elevated mood, it scared them. She studied their faces and giggled, "Sorry, I was thinking about something."

"About what," Erza inquired. She knew her well enough to know that when her eyes sparkled, she was up to no good. And she wanted in.

"Well, Valentine's Day is coming up soon…" She started.

Both Juvia's eyes and ears perked as she listened to Mirajane's plans. This could be her chance to pair with Gray.

The next day, the guild ordered in a single line to receive a slip of paper from Mirajane. Taking the slip from her hand, Gray scanned it for a moment. It was a questionnaire asking for the participants' likes and dislikes. Why do they need to know that, he thought.

"Huh,' Natsu snatched the paper from Gray's hand, 'what's that?"

"It's a survey for my new matchup service," Mirajane answered. She could not wait to explain.

"Your what?"

"My new matchmaking service. Since Valentine's Day is coming up, I convinced the Master and the city of Magnolia to host a festival," she beamed.

"But what does this have to do with a matchmaking service?" Natsu scratched the back of his head in confusion.

"You can't be this dense," Gray commented. He didn't like the sound of this, not one bit.

"Well, in the spirit of Valentine's Day, I decided that it'll be fun to pair you all up."

"Nope,' he shook his head, 'I'm not doing it." He knew that if he did this, then he will face the wrath of a certain someone.

"Oh c'mon, Gray. I think it'll be quite romantic," Erza said. A sucker for romance, she decided to team up with Mirajane; she wanted to witness the scenes from her romance novels play out in real life. Her eyes filled with stars.

"Yeah, Gray. I think it'll be fun," Lucy urged. I could use some inspiration, she thought.

"No, no…,' he looked over to Juvia who flashed him a flirtatious smile, 'no." There was no way he would be set up with her this time.

Juvia, like usual, ignored him. She never pays his words any mind because his actions are different, at least on missions. He even died for her at one point. Though, she wondered, will he ever come around? She chased after him since their initial fight and she made her feelings clear for him every day. As for him? Nothing. Maybe she was too aggressive, maybe she needed to take a step back.

"What do you mean no?" An innocent Mirajane asked. Her voice as calm and clear as the ocean but her eyes were as dangerous as a tsunami. He almost shivered at the sight.

He stepped back in fear before putting his hands up and resigned, "Fine, I'll do it." Only trouble could come from this, but it was rather this than facing the wrath of a Satan Soul.

"Good." She let out a soft chuckle, handing him a pencil. This is going to be fun!

Mirajane stood in the middle of the guild with Erza, Makarov, and Kinana beside her. After sorting out the results all night, they finally made their matches.

"Now that we have your results, we can now assign your partners. Remember, this partner will be your date for the festival. When we call your names, you will receive a piece of paper with a number on it."

She motioned her arms to show off the background. The guild was, from top-to-bottom, filled with Valentine's Day decorations. The balloons and tablecloths matched in red, white, and pink. Above the bar, a large, heart-shaped wreath made up of roses. Each table was set with huge number cards placed in the middle.

Mirajane continued, "Your assigned number will be the same number for your table."

Half of the guild amazed at the decorations, the other half not too much. The saccharine adornments covered their regular spots.

"Okay, you may come up now."

One-by-one, each mage received a number. She expected the reactions to range from outrage to confusion but instead, observed an anxious guild hall. They are taking this seriously, she noted.

"What number are you?"

"Which table is this?"

"I hope I don't get…!"

The sounds of confusion, fear, and excitement all fueled her. This is like music to my ears, she smiled wider. This was fun.

"You're kidding me!" Macao held his face and yelled.

"No way!" Wakaba shouted.

"You can't be number 6! This has to be a mistake!" Both men checked their papers with furious zeal.

Mirajane made her way to them as they committed to making a scene. "Excuse me, but what seems to be the issue here?"

"Mira, you gotta be joking here! How'd I get this geezer?" Macao asked, his tone incredulous.

Wakaba retorted, "Geezer?! Who you calling a geezer, old man?!"

With a devious smile, she clasped her hands in front and announced, "There is no mistake. According to your respective surveys, both of you are a perfect match. You should be proud." With that being said, she turned around and chuckled. Way too much fun.

Juvia looked down at her number and up at her surroundings, again and again, as she searched for Gray. What number would he be? She remembered filling out her survey, making sure every detail described him. She couldn't have gotten anyone else.

Natsu and Lucy are at Table 10. That seems about right.

She sucked in her breath and continued.

Levy and Gajeel are Table 1. She could not help but stifle a quick chuckle at her friend's expense. He specifically told her that he would rather die than do this "stupid thing." And yet, here he was…doing that "stupid thing." Maybe it was Levy's influence, she noted before looking around for the millionth time.

Elfman and Evergreen are at Table 15.

She examined most of the tables, and still, she couldn't find Gray anywhere.

Feeling unconfident, she wondered, He must've gotten me and fled. Sighing, she thought, Maybe he isn't my partner after all. Though, if he's not, then who is? So far, it seemed that the rest of the guild was already paired. Maybe he's an unknown.

"…7,' she looked, '…which table is 7?" Despite it being right after 6, around the bickering Macao and Wakaba, the table was nowhere to be found. She turned around and there it was. Table 7 situated near the back. Walking over, she stopped in her tracks.

There he was: her match. It was none other than the guild's most infamous S-Class mage himself, Laxus Dreyar.

Erza and Mirajane observed from the top-level. Toasting with flutes of champagne, crafty smirks spread across their faces. They already knew what was to come. And the result was going to be so much fun.