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Do you like fairy tales but find yourself wishing they weren't always so hetero-normative?
You're not alone. That's why we feel it's time to shake things up a bit and give some of these stories an LGBT+ update.
And that's exactly what this event is looking to do! This summer we invite you to re-imagine a classic story, or come up with one all your own, starring Fairy Tail characters!
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Dates: August 23 - August 26
Submissions: Anything that inspires you - art, fics of any length, poetry, aesthetics, edits, head canons, etc.. Both ship and platonic entries are welcome. The most important aspect is that the piece focus on an LGBT+ character(s).
Prompts: We've chosen two different tropes for each day from here that we thought might be fun, but you are welcome to pick others if they inspire you more!
Day 1 (Friday): Cursed ⊠True Love's Kiss
Day 2 (Saturday): Other Dimension ⊠Impossible Quest
Day 3 (Sunday): Abandoned Child ⊠Surprise Royalty
Day 4 (Monday): Forbidden Love ⊠(Un)Happily Ever After
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 Orga was moving the second he sensed the atmosphere in the bar â already tense from the after-effects of their job â had turned nasty, managing to bat the first bottle that was thrown out of the air and back at the man who had thrown it, before he reached the card table. âI think its time to go,â he muttered to Rufus, lightning crackling behind him and shielding them from a wave of projectiles, wincing as more glass broke, although hopefully, it would discourage them from rushing them. Rufus didnât argue, scooping up what winnings he could even as he rose. Letting his partner shepherd him towards the door, not wasting his breath to argue as Orga kept himself between him and the crowd that was getting ready to bubble over with righteous fury.
  On a job they fought side by side, that was a rule he had insisted on long ago, but this wasnât a job, and his attention had been on the game, not able to be distracted for a moment so that he could memorise every card played in order to maximise their winnings. Now that he had stopped, he could feel the headache that had taken root behind his eyes, and he was more than happy to let Orga guide him outside.
  They had barely set foot beyond the door when the crowd broke, and there were angry shouts and the sound of rushing feet. âI told you we shouldnât have hustled them,â Orga groaned, already pushing him forward into a run, one hand resting on his back, keeping pace as though he knew Rufusâ head was pounding.
âYouâre the one that destroyed half the town and left us not only without pay for the job but having to pay out for repairs too,â Rufus retorted. It wasnât as though Orgaâs destructiveness was anything knew, he had always had a tendency to get carried away during a fight, but before the threat of Jiemma and losing their pay had reined him in a little. That deterrent was gone, and the more time they spent with Fairy Tail, the wilder his partner seemed to get and today had been one of those days when it had boiled over, colliding with an opponent he hadnât cared about collateral damage, and the town had born the brunt. And it had been a choice before paying out what jewels they had, or a cosy night with the Rune Knights and Rufus had handed them over before Orga could argue. Which had left them stuck without the means to travel home or find somewhere to stay, and no one willing to pay them even if they had work that needed mages.
It had been Orga who had tentatively suggested he join the card game in the bar when they had retreated to work out what to do next, remembering how Rufus had crushed him at Strip Poker a few months before with some generous use of his magic.
 It had been a gamble, and while they now had enough jewels to get home and make the journey at least partially worthwhile. They also had an angry crowd on their heels for the second time in one day. âAnd this was your idea,â he added, just in case his partner had forgotten.
âFineâŠâ Orga sighed, pulling a face at him as he yanked him down a side alley, all but pushing Rufus between some crates as they heard the footsteps drawing closer, drawing levelâŠand passing by. The two of them holding their breath for longer than needed, neither of them daring to move or speak until the voices were in the distance, and then Rufus was sighing in relief, pressing his now pounding head against Orgaâs chest, while the God Slayer drew in a ragged breath. âMaybe not my best idea,â Orga admitted, leaning down to kiss his temple having noted the wincing. âBut you have to admit that it worked.â
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Shadowlight Week 2020
Pairing(s): Sting x Rogue, Orga x Rufus
Prompt: Free (Rain)
A Collaboration by @mdelpinâ and @oryu404â
AO3 | Prev: Ch 4
Summary: Rogue does his best to get better, but setbacks have him losing his confidence. A night out with some friends gives him hope that things are improving, but when he tries to act on his feelings, it's too much, too fast. Frustrated with his progress, he makes an important decision.
Chapter 5: Rain
July 10, 2014
The following weeks were difficult for Rogue, full of successes but also setbacks. Overall he had kept to his promise to take better care of himself, even though there were some days when it was a fight just to get out of bed.
But the nightmares kept coming no matter what he did to try to tire himself out, and every time he had one, it took every bit of willpower he possessed not to fall apart all over again. It was so frustrating to fight the same battle day after day. To have to force himself to perform simple tasks when he knew that heâd be paying the price for the victory of success with his energy.
And yet, no matter how hard he fought, it never seemed to be enough. Just one bad day could easily outweigh all the good ones that preceded it, and what progress did he have to be proud of anyway? He felt like he was going nowhere fast, running himself ragged but barely moving forward.
In contrast, Sting seemed to be doing better every day, miles ahead, out of reach. It was hard not to feel resentment sometimes. Even though Rogue was well aware it was only his own stubbornness that kept him from experiencing the same.
He did appreciate that Sting had given him room to handle things his own way, only really giving him a hard time if he wasnât eating. Merely knowing that there wasnât any pressure put on him returned a sense of control, something heâd lost in so many ways already, but that did nothing to exempt him from the pressure he was putting on himself.
Sting had always been the brighter one between the two of them, facing the world with his chin held high, and his teeth bared in a blinding smile, never letting any hardships bring him down for long. Out of the many reasons why Rogue had fallen for him, this was perhaps the biggest one. Their attitudes used to balance each other out, but now that Sting was so close to being himself again, the difference between them was merely a harsh reminder of reality. He seemed unbreakable, while Rogue had no choice but to admit what heâd wanted to deny all this time- he was broken.
And broken things that couldnât be fixed would eventually be replaced.
That thought was the whip on his back. No amount of well-meant compliments or I love yous were able to convince him that that wasnât happening.
No matter what, he had to keep trying, so he forced himself to get out of bed despite his crippling exhaustion and made himself as presentable as he could before leaving the bedroom.
He paused in the doorway, noticing that Sting was talking to someone on the phone.
âA concert? I donât know, I donât think Rogue would be up for it. Maybe we can get together another time,â Rogue could hear the disappointment in Stingâs voice, and it was enough for him to completely ignore the little voice that was trying to tell him Sting was probably right.
He waltzed into the room and asked in as even a voice as he could manage, âWhat wouldnât I be up for?â
âOh, hey,â Sting smiled at him in greeting, but Rogue could tell he seemed uncomfortable, and he couldnât help but wonder just how many invitations Sting had already said no to because of him.
âUhm, Orga wants us to meet his new boyfriend,â Sting explained, âTheyâre having a picnic at the park tonight, you know, one of those free concert things.â
âThat sounds great, letâs go,â Rogue did his best to sound enthused, but even he could hear how shaky his voice sounded.
âI donât know,â Sting hedged, putting on a smile that didnât fool Rogue one bit. âAre you sure? I was kind of looking forward to watching more of that anime we started last night.â
Rogue glared defiantly, knowing this was Sting's attempt at giving him an out, and while he appreciated it, he was no less determined to go. Sting finally looked away with a worried frown, but to his credit, he didnât argue. Instead, he turned back to his phone, âOkay, weâll be there. What time should we meet you guys?â
As Sting continued to talk for a few more minutes, getting the details for their outing Rogue tried to quell the doubts that immediately followed now that the outing was a done deal. It was no big deal, they were going to go have a nice night out with friends. The type of thing they should have been doing all along. That they used to do all the time.
And despite how loud and obnoxious he could be, Rogue liked Orga. Heâd always been a good friend to Sting, and theyâd had fun when he came over. They'd even hung out a few times after Sting had left, bonded in their love of music while missing the same person. He was one of the many people Rogue had avoided or lost touch with after the attack.
He left the room, searching for his cigarettes and heading for the backyard, trying not to think about how many people would be at the park. Or the guitar that was stored in Canaâs old room, along with all the other things his family had discarded but couldnât bear to get rid of.
How long had it been since heâd put it there? Had he even touched it again since Gajeel had dropped it off?
He lit his cigarette before he could think of the answer. A few moments later, he heard the sliding door open behind him and turned to see Sting step onto the deck, a glass of orange juice in his hand.
Rogue tensed in wait, expecting him to say something about his decision to go out that evening, but Sting only gave him a quick once over before sitting on one of the chairs.
âCanât believe Orga found someone that actually agreed to date him,â Sting grinned, â Not gonna lie, Iâm pretty curious.â
Rogue snorted in agreement. âRemember the last one?â
âActually, there was another one after that guy, equally disastrous.â Sting informed him, âHe called me last Spring to tell me about it. You know how he is -â
âGo big or go home,â they chorused, trying to imitate Orgaâs booming voice, and realizing Sting wasnât going to say anything, Rogue relaxed, taking a seat next to him.
âShould we bring something?â he asked.
âOrga said Rufus, thatâs the guyâs name, was gonna take care of everything, but maybe we could bring a bottle of wine or something?â
âWe could stop at the liquor store on the way there, pick up a couple of bottles,â Rogue suggested, and now that he wasnât worried about Stingâs reaction, he began to feel a small surge of excitement and pride.
He was moving outside his comfort zone, trying to go do something with friends as a couple, and it went well, it could be the beginning of better things.
âIâd have been fine with staying home, you know,â Stingâs voice broke into his thoughts, bringing him back down to reality.
âIâm tired of holing up at home,â Rogue said stiffly.
âOkay,â Sting said softly, grabbing Rogueâs hand and kissing his knuckles gently, âWeâll have fun.â
0-0
By the time they arrived at the park, it was already seven oâclock. Their arms were full of bags from both the liquor store and the bakery, Stingâs sweet tooth as insatiable as always. When they had walked past it, he hadnât been able to resist the temptation to bring a few dozen treats, just in case Rufus hadnât packed enough desserts.
Even though the music wasnât scheduled to begin for another hour, there was very little available space left on the grassy areas. Couples, families, and groups of friends sat on blankets, talking, cuddling, or playing games. Young children ran around with sparklers, but Stingâs attention was fixed on the food carts that were lined up near the stage.
Rogue chuckled, seeing the childish anticipation in his boyfriendâs eyes, âWeâre supposed to be having a picnic, remember?â
Sting pouted briefly but immediately smiled, leaning his head on Rogueâs shoulder in a sort of head hug.
âAlright, how hard can it be to find a green-haired giant in this mess?â
Rogue shrugged helplessly, trying not to focus on how many people there were and how hard it was to move around, or on the images that his mind was determined to show him, of how this park had looked on a particular rainy day.
He could feel sweat that had nothing to do with the temperature dripping down his neck as they searched, and he knew he should ask to go home or at the very least stop for a moment, but before Rogue could do either of those things he felt something hard slam into him.
It wrapped himself around him and picked him up in the air, spinning him. His breathing sped up, and a scream lodged in his throat until Rogue heard Sting yelling.
âDamn it, Orga, put him down for fuckâs sake!â
The urgency in his voice was unmistakable, and Rogue was soon placed back down on the ground gently.
Orga stood before him, looking contrite. âIâm sorry, Rogue, I didnât know you spooked so easy. I was just happy to see you.â
âItâs alright,â he managed through closed eyes and clenched teeth. Everything seemed too loud, but he was determined to stay. It had been an unexpected scare, but it was just Orga. He was safe, and honestly, he should have expected it.
âAre you alright?â The voice was unfamiliar, but the tone was kind, and he opened his eyes slowly, curious as to who it belonged to.
A man stood in front of him, holding a humongous basket which he shoved at Orga, âCarry that.â
He was fair-skinned with long blond hair that was tied back in a low ponytail, his green eyes peering at Orga fondly before turning back to Rogue, âHe means well, but heâs an idiot.â
Rogue snorted at the comment.
The man smiled at Rogueâs response and introduced himself, âIâm Rufus Lore.â
âHey!â Orga complained, looking to Sting for support, seeming surprised when Sting appeared to be watching Rogue intently.
Rogue ignored Orga as well, not wanting him to see how his greeting had affected him. He attempted a smile and managed it even if it was a bit forced. âRogue Fullbuster.â
âHappy to make your acquaintance,â Rufus bowed his head in what his mother would have called old world charm, and they began to walk behind their boyfriends.
âUhm, same.â
Although Rufus was incredibly handsome, Rogue was surprised Orga would be interested in someone who was clearly so different from him.
âHave you known Orga long?â Rogue couldnât help but ask, smiling when Rufus only chuckled.
âI know, we donât seem like weâd make a good match, but thereâs something about him that intrigued me. Even though he was incredibly persistent, I finally realized if I kept saying no to his advances, he would eventually stop asking me out. The thought made me kind of sad, so I figured, what did I have to lose by giving him a chance?â
âHeâs a good guy and a great friend.â
âYes, he is,â Rufus agreed, âHe thinks very highly of your boyfriend and of you as well. It made me a little nervous about meeting you, actually.â
âNo need to be nervous, Iâm more concerned about whether youâll still want to date him after seeing him with my idiot. Do you go to MU?â
âI did, I graduated last year. I actually work as a research assistant in the building where Orga works as a security guard.â
âLet me guess, he took all his breaks near you, serenading you while flexing his muscles.â
Rufus' laugh was melodious and very contagious, âSomething like that. Subtlety isnât exactly his strongest suit.â
âAre you talking about me, Babe?â Orga slowed down, waiting for them to catch up, and Rogue searched his face to see if Sting had told him anything but didnât see any change from Orgaâs usual expression.
âOf course,â Rufus winked, and they both stopped for a quick kiss. It was adorable, and Rogue felt a pang, remembering a time when that had been him and Sting.
He looked towards his boyfriend, not wanting to openly stare at the couple, and they shared a shy smile.
âDo you have any idea where weâre going to sit? This place is packed.â Sting complained.
âRelax. Dobengal saved us a spot, heâs been here for hours,â Orga declared smugly.
âDobengal?â Sting groaned, âYou didnât tell me he was coming.â
âWell, duh, then you wouldnât have come,â Orga pointed out, âYouâre already coming up with lame excuses all the time. I was beginning to think you didnât want to be friends anymore.â
âHey, isnât that him over there?â Sting hurried, and Orga chased after him yelling, âHey, slow down, this basket is heavy!â
âAnd theyâre off,â Rufus chuckled. âSo, Orga tells me youâre a writer. Iâve tried my hand at it, but I have to admit I prefer reading.â
âOh, really? What kinds of books do you like?â Rogue asked, delighted to find some common ground. They continued to talk about their favorite books and authors until they finally found the spot Dobengal had been holding for them.
It was a great location, close enough to the stage to be able to see everything, but far enough away to not be overwhelmed by the massive speakers. Orga had already stretched out the large blanket Rufus had packed on the grass. Both he and Sting were stuffing their faces with the pastries Sting had brought, keeping them away from Dobengal, who was whining childishly and lunging at them.
âThere they are. Our lovers,â Rufus remarked loudly, his voice full of barely concealed sarcasm, âArenât we lucky?â
Rogue couldnât help but snort at the embarrassed looks on all three men, although Orga recovered quite nicely, a mischievous grin curling on his lips. âYou know you love me, at least thatâs what you were yelling last night when-â
âDonât you dare finish that sentence Orga Nanagear,â Rufus threatened, but Orga only laughed.
âFine, Iâll behave. For now,â Orga disentangled himself from his two ex-roommates and walked over to Rufus, leaning in to whisper something in his ear that made Rufus blush and swat the larger man away. Still, Rogue could see something akin to anticipation in Rufus' expression.
It was a look he had seen on Sting often, but not lately. He left them to have their moment and walked over to the blanket, handing Sting the wine bottles heâd been carrying before sitting down.
âDid you leave me any?â he teased, noticing the crumbs that were littered all over the blanket, the only visible reminder from their battle.
âLots,â Sting grinned proudly, offering him one of the bags. On impulse, Rogue leaned into Sting and kissed him, grabbing the bag and handing it to Dobengal as he did so.
âThanks, Rogue!â Dobengal cheered, opening the bag and digging in.
âThat was a dirty trick,â Sting murmured, eyes crinkling in amusement.
âSoâs ganging up on Dobengal, I thought you two had outgrown that,â Rogue chided as Dobengal tossed him a pastry.
He bit into it, moaning at the taste, and when he looked up, he noticed Sting gazing at his mouth.
âYouâve got a little something there,â Sting leaned in, lips moving ever closer and Rogue didnât wait, he leaned in as well, meeting Sting halfway, feeling the soft brush of Stingâs lips on his and sucking on them.
Stingâs hands moved to Rogueâs head, tugging at his hair with long fingers, their kiss deepening as weeks of pent up need rose to the surface.
âGeez, get a room you guys,â Dobengal whined, âHave a heart will ya, I canât fucking look anywhere without being reminded Iâm alone again.â
Rogue felt that kiss flow through his entire body, awakening a desire that had been lying dormant for so long, and the last thing he wanted at that moment was to be at the park surrounded by people. He wanted to go home to continue what they had started, but that would be rude, and looking at the vast amounts of food packed into the basket, he could see Rufus had put a lot of work into it.
Sting didnât seem much better, and when Rogue whispered To be continued, he looked just as impatient as Rogue felt.
âYou guys brought wine, thatâs great!â Orga commented, grabbing a bottle and looking at it, âI hope you also brought an opener cause these do not twist off.â
Sting and Rogue looked at each other in consternation, neither one of them had thought of that.
âDonât look so glum, this basket came with one,â Rufus announced, unclipping the device from the lid amidst cheers from the others. âYou guys sure brought a lot of bottles with you.â
âIt was on sale,â Sting admitted, adding cheerfully, âWe did bring cups though!â
Rufus set about opening the first bottle, which was quickly divided between the five men, immediately followed by three others. Dobengal sat next to Orga, having given up his space to a group of his friends from the University.
They were already pleasantly buzzed when Rufus began pulling out wrapped sandwiches from his basket, followed by some trays filled with raw vegetables and fresh fruit cut up into bite-sized pieces. Another dish contained cheese and crackers, which were devoured almost as soon as they touched the ground, giving him no chance to distribute the cutlery and napkins heâd brought.
Rogue felt kind of bad, the man had obviously put a lot of work into the presentation, and it was utterly wasted on them, but as much as he wanted to say something nice, he was too busy digging in at the same pace as the others. Both he and Dobengal had learned from experience that you couldnât fool around when it came to Sting and Orga and food.
âThis is delicious,â Rogue managed in between bites.
âHow can you tell?â Rufus asked, peering at all of them in horror.
Sting looked embarrassed, and Rogue snickered, knowing his boyfriend was likely hearing his parents yell at him in his head, âThank you so much, this is all really good.â Sting said politely, having the grace to wipe his mouth with his hand before elbowing Orga.
âOh yeah, Babe, itâs great!â Orga mumbled while opening another bottle and pouring some into everyoneâs cups. âThe wine is great too. This whole thing isâŠ. great!â
Sting shook his head at Orga, moving away from him to sit behind Rogue and whispering, âHeâs so not getting laid tonight.â
Rogue giggled, the words but you might flitting through his mind before he could stop them, although thankfully, he didnât say them out loud. He drank the rest of his wine, and when Sting wrapped himself around him, surrounding him in a cocoon of warmth and that cologne he always wore, he was overwhelmed with need.
Fuck the concert, he wanted to go home and well ⊠fuck.
Maybe.
Definitely.
His thoughts blurred more and more as his senses became overloaded, and all there was was Sting. His head resting on Rogueâs shoulder, his arms wrapped around his middle, his legs on either side of him. Rogue felt Sting's breath, slightly heavier than usual, tickling just below his ear, his cock coming to life between them, pressing into his back and letting him know he wasnât the only one affected.
âHow long do you think we need to stay?â Rogue asked Sting in what he thought was a quiet voice, but from the amused looks he was getting from the others, it seemed it might have been louder than he thought.
âOh my God, you two havenât changed one bit,â Orga exclaimed, rolling his eyes at them, âNo wonder Sting never wants to go anywhere, I wouldnât either. Go, get out of here, weâll get together another time.â
Rogue expected Sting to protest, but instead, heâd already gotten up and was grabbing him by the hand, tugging gently.
âIt was great to see everyone, uhm bye,â Rogue tried his best to be polite, but all he could think of was getting home.
They left quickly, and as they reached the entrance, the park lights went out, replaced by the stage lights, signaling the beginning of the performance. The music soon began, but neither of them even stopped to peek, both intent on reaching home as quickly as possible.
0-0
They stumbled through the front door, hanging on to each other, breathless from walking so fast and locking lips the second Rogue had stopped to get his key. What little of a shirt Sting was wearing still managed to offend Rogue, and he nearly ripped it in his hurried attempt of getting it off.
"What was in that wine?" Sting chuckled as he raised his arms above his head to allow his top to be pulled over his head easier.
"Don't know, don't care," Rogue shrugged, wasting no time in attacking the newly exposed skin with his mouth.
The force behind the action caused him to tilt forward a bit too quickly. The combined rush of alcohol and his almost feral arousal made everything around Rogue spin for a few seconds before they bumped into something, tipping them over until he had Sting pinned against the hallway closet. He couldnât say he minded.
A loud crash echoed through the room, the sound of wood hitting the floor and shattering ceramics prompting them to stop and look at the damage. The end table that had held one of his mother's plants had been knocked over, leaving the floor covered in dirt and shattered pieces of pottery.
Sting observed the mess with a sheepish smile. "How is it that we're always this destructive?" he laughed, the sound blending into a moan when Rogue ground against him and sucked a love bite into his neck.
Rogue snorted, he'd never liked that plant anyway, and even if he did, he was too caught up in the way Sting made him feel. The last time they'd done anything more than innocently kissing and cuddling had been in the first week after Sting had arrived, but it felt like so much longer. And even then, Rogue had lacked the eagerness he'd had before Sting left and during his Christmas visit to Edolas, the same one he had now.
He didn't answer the question, too lost in the sounds he was able to coax from Sting, wanting to hear them more, louder.
They somehow made it to the bedroom without causing any more damage, ditching Rogue's shirt along the way. As they fell onto the mattress, the sensation of falling lasted longer than it should have, making Rogue's head spin once again, but he ignored the little voice at the back of his mind that reminded him of how much he'd had to drink.
Sting, however, seemed more concerned about it. He slowed them down to ask, "Hey, are you sure this is okay?" He cupped Rogue's cheeks, a trace of worry shining in his eyes, the beautiful blue just a thin circle outlining his blown pupils.
"Yeah," Rogue kissed him again, unbuttoning his jeans and kicking them off the bed. "Fuck, I want youâŠ"
It wasnât enough, not when Stingâ s body was still half covered. With a grunt of frustration, his hands moved to the offending button that was keeping him from what he wanted. He could feel Stingâs eyes on him, but he didnât want to meet them just yet. Instead, he continued to fumble until he got it open.
Feeling victorious, he lowered the zipper, and when Sting didnât lift his hips right away to help, he pouted. Not to be deterred, he moved the metallic teeth out of the way giving him access to Stingâs underwear.
With a wicked grin, he grabbed the waistband with his teeth, tugging at it until Sting relented, lifting his hips slowly.
Rogue let go gazing at Sting and purring, âGood boy,â before pulling his pants down slowly, eyes never leaving his boyfriends until they were entirely off. For once, he felt very much in control, and that was almost as intoxicating as the wine.
He noticed Sting gulp as he watched him, and the responsive twitch in his tented underwear. God Sting was beautiful, especially when he was like this. Rogue traced a path up Stingâs leg with his finger, moving ever so slowly, enjoying how Sting was trying so hard to stay still for him, even though it was obvious that he wanted to touch.
When he got as high up as his thighs, he started adding soft puffs of warm air, which made Sting squirm. Rogue licked his lips in anticipation at seeing the wet spot on Stingâs underwear, once again keeping their eyes locked as he continued to trail his finger up until he could trace the outline of Stingâs cock, giving him the barest of touches.
Stingâs wanton moan made him pause a moment, the sound the only music he ever wanted to hear. And when Sting called out for him, he moved the underwear out of the way to blow against the flushed skin of the head of his cock, just short of pressing a kiss on top of it.
"Roooogue," Sting whined again, trying to laugh off his frustration. Rogue smiled back at him innocently until he couldn't smile anymore, his lips wrapping around Sting's cock, taking him in slowly, inch by torturous inch.
He watched transfixed, following every sign of satisfaction that graced Sting's face, feeling more turned on by the second by the effects his efforts were having. Like the rest of his personality, Sting wasn't the timid type, and Rogue knew him well enough to know how to get the reactions he wanted.
But as much as he liked teasing, his patience was running thin. He'd been hard since they'd been at the park, and though he'd been distracted by dirty thoughts, now he was aching for relief.
With that in mind, he took in as much of Stingâs cock as he could manage, moving slowly back up and giving one last hard suck before letting go. Ignoring Stingâs protests at his absence, Rogue removed his underwear. He was done with playing, and he could only snort when he saw that Sting had already removed his as well.
âYou really want this, huh?â Stingâs eyes were half-lidded, his voice sultry.
Rogue paused for a moment, the words loosening something, but once again, he ignored it, too full of the vision of Stingâs gloriously naked body underneath him to pay attention to anything else.
Instead of a coherent vocal answer, he straddled Sting's hips and rubbed their cocks together, moaning low in his throat at the sensation he'd been craving. Fuck, he probably wasn't going to last long.
He closed his eyes and enjoyed the feeling building up inside him, trying his best to hold off and go slow, denying his body's persistent demand for more. Rogue felt a slight tickle as Sting ran his hand up to his thigh before wrapping it around both of them and tugging along with his rhythm, groaning at the increased friction.
Rogue was getting close, but along with the climbing tension, he could feel the panic rising within him and begged internally, please, not now.
It did nothing to calm him down, though. He broke his rhythm, feeling suddenly unable to breathe.
He opened his eyes again to reassure himself that he was safe at home with Sting, but when Rogue searched for the well-loved features, he only saw Maru grinning back at him.
See? I knew you wanted it...Doesnât that feel good?
The feeling of having his cock jerked was already too much, but the added vision, combined with the voice in his head, was enough for him to scramble back in response. He managed to catch himself before he fell off the edge of the bed, but he still couldnât breathe, and his hand immediately moved to his throat.
âRogue, are you okay?â He could hear the fear in Stingâs voice, and he wanted to answer, but all he could do was wave him off.
âJust give me a minute,â Rogue pleaded.
âA minute? What just happened?â Sting had already moved off the bed, his forehead creased, and every vestige of his desire gone, replaced by a concern that pissed Rogue off.
âI said to give me a goddamn minute, â Rogue snapped, surprising both of them.
âPlease,â he amended, even though he knew it was too little too late.
No, no, no, this wasnât how it was supposed to go!
"Okay," Sting conceded, calmly putting his boxers back on and sitting back on the bed, resting against the headboard. As if they weren't just brutally ripped out of a heated moment.
Rogue knew he was waiting for him to say or do something, and with every passing second, he grew more stressed. He felt cornered, unable to be honest about what had just happened, although he was reasonably sure Sting already knew.
A part of him just wanted Sting to make this decision for him, tell him to get a fucking grip already, but he didn't even know what he really wanted anymore. Continuing where they'd left off or even starting over was hardly an option, but so was stopping. That would only drive home everything Rogue didn't want to acknowledge.
"HeyâŠ" Sting softly called him out of his thoughts, "don't beat yourself up over this, we can always try again another time."
There it was again, the gap between them, seeming more significant than ever. A dark abyss that would swallow Rogue whole if he dared to try to cross it.
"That's easy to say for you, isn't it?" Rogue scoffed, "Because you're not fucked up like I am?"
It flew out before he knew it, no matter how much it frightened him to feel this much anger towards Sting for no rationally explainable reason. He had given in to the darkness, and it was feeding off his turmoil.
"I didn't-"
"Oh, I'm sure you didn't! So you're just going to lie to me then?! Pretend that I'm not the cause of all of our fucking problems?!"
Whatever reaction Rogue was hoping for, he didn't get it. Sting didn't confirm nor deny his words, he didn't get angry for being yelled at when he did nothing wrong. The expression Rogue found on his face he could only guess was pity, and it managed to piss him off even more.
"Fine," Rogue got dressed again, choosing to leave before he'd say or do something worse than he already had, "Just leave me alone."
As soon as he'd slammed the door behind him, the devastation of silence and solitude hit him, making him regret every word he'd said. Needless to say, he was too stubborn to go back and apologize, so instead, he curled up on the sofa and tried to get some sleep hoping things would be clearer in the morning.
But sleep wouldn't come, even though he was exhausted from everything the day had brought. He was forced to relive the disaster he'd just caused word for word, the only respite he was given being more flashbacks from the attack. Now that the anger had ebbed away, he was able to reevaluate the situation, and it dawned on him that what he'd seen in Sting's eyes had been repressed hurt. Pity was just what his inner demons had wanted him to believe.
He'd done it again, and he was terrified that he might not be able to come back from it this time.
Rogue tried his best to breathe through it as he felt the cold sweat rising and his mouth watering, but his stomach was already feeling tense. He got up fast, getting lightheaded from the sudden movement, and he thanked his lucky stars that he knew his house like the back of his hand. He made it to the half bath just in time to bend over the toilet and violently expel everything he'd had at the picnic.
It burned, the tears in his eyes and the acid in his throat. His head was spinning again, but not in the pleasant way it had before. A sharp jabbing pain came with it, and the spots dancing in front of his eyes made him heave again.
He'd pushed himself too far today, made all the wrong choices, and now it was time to pay the price.
0-0
The alarm went off, but as soon as Sting reached for his phone on the nightstand, he recognized the sound of rain pelting the houseâs aluminum siding, mirroring the throbbing in his head. He quickly decided that he wouldnât be getting up anytime soon. While he loved the sound of rain, he didnât particularly enjoy running in it, especially with a hangover.
Eyes still closed he stretched out his arm reaching for Rogue, hoping that despite how the night had gone, he would have returned to bed. He was disappointed to find that side of the bed was not only empty but cold.
Sting was determined not to get discouraged by the relapse. Heâd noticed little changes over the last few weeks even if he hadnât said anything, afraid that if he brought attention to them, it would make Rogue self-conscious.
He mustâve fallen back to sleep at some point because the next thing he knew, he woke up to the smell of something burning and the sound of Rogue cursing up a storm. Soon he understood why: the fire alarm started going off.
âEverything okay?â he called out, clutching his head miserably as the noise pierced through it and added to the headache he was already experiencing. Still, he was determined not to get up unless the house was actually on fire, but the sound of a chair scraping across the floor told him that wasn't likely.
âYeah, I just- Ah, fuck, hold on!â Praise the heavens, the beeping sound stopped, only to be immediately followed by the ringing of Rogueâs cell phone.
Sting could hear his boyfriend talking to someone, and he sympathized with him deeply, especially as Rogueâs tone became more and more exasperated with every incoming call.
âHello? No, there is no emergency, just trying to cook breakfast. What? This is Rogue Fullbuster, yes, thank you.â
Sting stretched and yawned at hearing Rogue's end of the phone call, "Cooking breakfast, huh? I'll be right there, just gotta untangle myself from the sheets... and hope my body won't stay down as my soul ascends when I try to get up.â
"Just stay put,â Rogue ordered, âIâll come to you.â
A few minutes later, Rogue entered the room, holding a tray Sting had never seen before. It was laden with all sorts of food items, including pieces of burnt toast, even more burnt bacon, as well as some overly runny eggs.
Rogue waited for Sting to sit up before handing him the tray, which also contained a bowl of sugary cereal and some fruit along with a glass of milk.
âIâm sorry, I tried to multitask,â Rogue rubbed the back of his neck with one hand while peering down at Sting through his bangs.
âNo, it looks great!â Sting was quick to reassure him, surprised that he had put so much effort into making him breakfast after the sounds heâd heard coming from the bathroom the night before.
He began picking at the fruit, not wanting to bring attention yet to what had happened. âThank you.â
Rogue snorted, âIt does not, but youâre welcome.â He left the room, returning a few minutes later with two large mugs of coffee.
âArenât you going to eat?â Sting asked, eyeing the eggs warily, trying to ignore the queasiness in his stomach as he willed himself to eat them, but before he could make a move, they had already been taken away.
âDonât eat those,â Rogue paled just looking at them and gagged when he took them to the bathroom to flush them down the toilet. âNo, I ate already. This wasnât my first attempt,â he admitted when he came back, looking rather sheepish when he had to add, âwe, uhm, need to go to the grocery store.â
âMaybe after the rain clears?â Sting suggested, not really expecting him to agree but wanting to act normal. He felt a surge of relief when Rogue just nodded in reply.
Like heâd thought earlier, last night had just been a relapse. One that had been both terrifying and frustrating, but not the end of the world. Things were still changing for the better, it was just slow going. He finished his breakfast as best he could, and despite Rogueâs protests got up and helped clean up the mess in the kitchen. Unsurprisingly, there wasnât a trace left of the havoc theyâd wreaked in the hallway the night before.
âWant to go sit on the front porch?â Sting asked. Now that he was up, he was in the mood to sit and watch the rain. The fresh air would probably do them good.
Rogue stared at the door wordlessly but eventually replied, âYeah, okay, I have a book I want to finish.â
It wasnât excitement, but it was something, and Sting liked watching Rogue read his books, it was one of the few times when he was truly relaxed. He hurried to their room to change into a pair of shorts and a t-shirt, deciding to remain barefoot. He grabbed his phone and headed outside, finding Rogue already sitting down with his book on his lap, although his gaze seemed a million miles away.
Not wanting to disturb him, Sting sat down and poked around on his phone, finding a text from Yukino, asking how they were doing and telling him that she missed having him around. Heâd started swiping a response when Rogue broke the comfortable silence.
âI used to love the rain,â he announced, âjust everything about it, the smell, the way it felt on my body on a hot summer day, and the rainbows that came after.â
Sting didnât quite know how to respond, so he remained silent and let Rogue talk.
âCana, Gray and I would chase each other and jump in puddles, even though weâd promised my mom we wouldnât. And on good days, when Dad and Gildarts were both around, theyâd join in. Weâd play tag and just laugh ourselves silly.â
Rogue chuckled softly, âSometimes those two were bigger kids than we were.â
Sting put his arm around him, urging him closer, as he could see that even though Rogue seemed to be having a pleasant memory, there was something ugly lurking underneath, and he was sure he knew exactly what it was.
âWeâd all come home covered in mud, and Mom would give us that look of horror when she scolded us for all the mopping and laundry sheâd have to do, but then once we were all showered there was always hot chocolate with tiny marshmallows waiting for us."
âNow, I have a whole new set of memories that resurfaces whenever it rains, and the good ones have all been overridden.â Rogue closed the book on his lap without looking, continuing to stare blankly at the driveway, which was as good as flooded. âAnd all it took was no more than five minutes. I know, because if it had lasted any longer than that, I probably wouldnât be sitting here right now.â
âSomeone wouldâve found me, lying in that alley, cold and soaked, with mud in my hair and my pants pulled down.â The hairs on Rogueâs arms stood on end and goosebumps formed on his skin, Sting could feel it underneath his fingertips as he brushed his thumb up and down to offer some sort of consolation. âIâve seen that outcome too, in one of my nightmares,â Rogue spilled.
Sting held his breath, entirely overwhelmed by conflicting emotions. He was both glad and surprised to finally hear Rogue disclose some of his feelings about what had happened, but the fact that he couldâve died that day, even by accident, sent chills down his spine every time it came to Stingâs mind. The mental imagery of the nightmare made his gut scrunch up in revolt.
âI donât like to think about that,â he admitted, resting his head on Rogueâs shoulder.
âI...There have been times when I thought it wouldâve been better if-â Rogue stopped, swallowing back the words that didnât need to be said, âBut that's not how I really feel. Some amazing things happened that I'm glad I didn't miss out on, and I like to think that there will be many more in the future.â
"There will be," Sting said confidently, wanting to cement that positive outlook more than anything in the world. âIt just takes-â
âTime, I know, but how much time has already passed? How much time will it take? How many times will I bring myself down, possibly taking you with me, and how long before one of us doesnât want to get back up again?â
âI donât have the answer to that, no one does,â Sting ran his fingers through his hair, âIâm going to tell you the same thing Bob told me. You canât do this for me, or even for us, you have to do it for you. I will still be here, for as long as it takes.â
âAnd I donât care about last night, or any other nights like it, because I know you will get past this.â
âI do care about last night,â Rogue countered, âIâve felt so distant from myself and from you, and then suddenly, I didnât, and I desperately wanted to chase that.â
He chuckled bitterly, sucking in his bottom lip when it began to quiver. His voice was watery and cracked halfway through as he added, âBut the truth is, I have no control over anything, not the way my body responds or the thoughts and images my mind feeds me. So no matter how much I missed it and wanted it, I couldnât.â
Sting had heard him cry only once, caught a few sniffles when theyâd curled up on the couch together after Rogue had shown him the journal. Heâd had no idea what to do or say then, and he didnât now, either. His chest felt tight, and tears began to well in the corners of his eyes as he witnessed Rogue breaking down in front of him, little by little, shattering Stingâs heart.
âThat might be okay for you, but itâs not for me-â Rogue wiped his tears, but it was pointless, there was no stopping the grief that spilled, and all he managed to do was turn his skin red and raw. âThis has taken so many things from me already. All the things I used to love and enjoy have been tainted, yesterday was just another cruel reminder of that.â
âAnd Iâm so sorry,â his voice quavered through his hands, interrupted by the spasms of sobs and hiccups, âI shouldâve been grateful that you were so understanding instead of giving you shit because I couldnât cope with the fact that Iâm so far from your level. I was frustrated and disappointed, and I took it out on you.â
Sting let him pour it all out, shifting their positions so he could wrap both arms around Rogue and let him cry on his shoulder. Neither of them seemed to notice Rogueâs book falling to the ground.
It killed him inside, knowing that the one he loved so dearly was in so much pain, but Sting was happy to offer the comfort he could tell Rogue needed from the way he clung on to him.
âYou know, thereâs no such thing as your level or my level...â He stroked through Rogueâs hair, thinking about the guilt he still felt for not being there right after the attack, or during the difficult moments that followed after, when there was no one Rogue trusted and felt comfortable enough with to be this vulnerable. This was, in some way, healing to Sting as well, to be able to offer that comfort even though it was long overdue.
âMy troubles cannot be compared to what youâre going through, and even if it could, weâre two very different people. We have different personalities, different beliefs, different cultures, and upbringing. All of that defines what does and doesnât work for us, how we react and deal with things."
Rogue was slowly calming down again, releasing his tight grip on Stingâs shirt. He spoke softly, almost whispering, his voice barely reaching above the rain that clattered down on the overhang above them. âYour therapist...Do you think heâd want to see me?â
Sting pulled back from their embrace, surprised by Rogueâs words. He studied his tear-stricken features for a hint of confirmation that heâd heard that right.
âIâm so sick of it, Sting, I want me to define me again.â Rogue got up and moved to the edge of the overhang, leaning against the wooden railing. Reaching out a hand, palm side up, he let the rain coat his fingers. A shiver went through him that was unlikely to have been caused by the chilly weather, but he didnât retract his hand.
âIâm tired of doing the same thing over and over again, expecting a different outcome and still being let down when it doesnât happen,â He sniffed, staring at his bare feet and wiggling his toes in the shallow pool of water he was standing in.
âAnd Iâm terrified- the admission made him choke on the word, âbut I know I canât do this on my own anymore, Iâve tried that.â
Sting walked up to him, making sure to give him some space first and asking, âCan I hold you?â wrapping his arms around Rogue again when he nodded his consent.
âYou donât have to do this alone, Iâll be there whenever you need me,â he promised, âAnd of course Bob would want to see you, he told me heâd gladly make time for you if it was something you ever wanted.â
âI want to,â Rogue confirmed, sliding the raindrops around between his fingertips, âI want the rain back, I want my music back, I want my writing focus back, I want us backâŠâ
âBut most of all, I really want myself back. I miss the person I used to be.â
âThen Iâll text him right now,â Sting said, his fingers already flying across the screen of his phone as he sent a message to Bob, asking if he could see Rogue over the weekend.
He went back to holding Rogue close, nudging them back to the bench where they could sit comfortably. Rogue was limp, obviously exhausted from his outburst, and Sting could see his eyes were fixed on his phone, so he gave it to him to hold.
âEverythingâs going to be alright,â Sting murmured into Rogue's hair, rubbing his arm gently when he noticed that he was shivering, âand I know itâs frustrating, but weâre gonna get through this together. I wasnât joking when I said you were stuck with me, you know.â
âThereâs no one for me but you,â Sting continued reassuring Rogue as best he could, âI know that just as my dad knew when he met my Mom.â
Rogue wasnât sure how much time they sat like that, him holding on to Sting as he kept talking, both waiting for the tone that would alert them to Bobâs response. When it finally came, Rogue had almost fallen asleep, lulled by Stingâs words and the sound of his heartbeat. He looked down in slight trepidation, almost sobbing with relief when he saw the words light up the screen.
I decided to list of these guys. These are most of them, excluding some I didnt want to share for one reason or another. Also, I take Nashi and Storm as canon, and that's why they're not on here.
Ame Redfox(Gajevy)
Ari Redfox(Gajevy)
Raeden Redfox(Gajevy)
Isa Strauss(Elfgreen)
Eliza Strauss(Elfgreen)
Riley Fernandes(Jerza)(name in progress)
Quincy Dreyar-Justine(Fraxus)
Jax(Bickslow's adopted son)
Freja Eucliffe-Cheney(Stingue)
Xander Eucliffe-Cheney(Stingue)
Tristina Alberona(Canajane)
Fritz Lore(Orfus)
Raiko Nanagear(Orfus)
Atlas Dragneel(Nalu)
Katsumi Alors(Max x Warren?)
Mikey Jonah(Reedus, unknown woman)
Hana Rocko(Max x Warren)
Olive Ecor(Vijiteer Ecor, unknown woman)
Aralyn(Kinabra)
Courei Neekis(Jura's adopted son)
Abalayne Vandalay-Kotobuki(Ichiya, unknown woman)
Layne(Jett, unknown woman)
Glacie Vastia(Lyon, honestly forgot who her mother was supposed to be)