Title: Morning Troubles
Fandom: Fairy Tail
Characters: Sting Eucliffe, Rogue Cheney
Summary: He’d missed the times where him and Rogue would share a bed. Then they did so again, and suddenly he wasn’t missing it so much anymore. Not when he ended up in this sort of situation.
Writer’s notes: Welp. Can’t believe this is my first contribution to the Stingue ship (and the FT fandom as a whole). I already feel horrible and embarrassed. But I’ve been wanting to post a Stingue fanfic for so long and I’ve started a lot of them but they’re all unfinished. Also I can’t make up titles. Or summeries.
The cheerful chirping of birds could be heard as the sun rose up above the city, casting warm streams of light through the windows, bathing the world in its glory as it does every other morning. Slow, gentle breezes of air could be felt should one step outside in the streets that are deserted still.
At this primal hour of the day, most people would still be sleeping, except for those who were unfortunate enough to have work that required them to wake up at such an hour. Of course, should they be an early bird, they would enjoy this part of the day indeed, even if they were not forced to wake up at the time. The weather was nice, warm with slight breezes to cool it, the sky was clear with no hint of dark clouds that might signal a raining episode. A very fine morning indeed, perfect for a little breakfast outside in an outdoor restaurant, followed by a walk in the park to bask in the beauty of nature as one makes their way to their destination, be it work or a trip or a friend’s place.
As a person who has made a point of being an early riser since childhood, Sting Eucliffe would’ve been doing just that. Would’ve gotten up, shook his often grumpy in the morning partner and housemate awake along with their exceeds, and then dragged them along to their favourite little coffee shop down the street for a quick breakfast, and then headed in their merry way to their guild, were the blond-haired young man wouldn’t be too merry as he is forced to sit down at his desk in the office and finish the cringe-worthy amount of paperwork that had drastically increased since the incident with the hellish guild that was called Tartarus, for the better part of the day.
As it was, however, he was laying in his bed, staring up at the ceiling, face set in a blank expression as he tries to wonder why this had to happen.
Because seriously, what the fuck is this?