𝙏𝙃𝙐𝙉𝘿𝙀𝙍 // 𝙧𝙤𝙜𝙪𝙚 𝙭 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙧

𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙗𝙤𝙤𝙠

You woke up the next morning with Frosch, Kuschel and Lector at your sides - however, Rogue was nowhere in sight. Thankfully, Rogue's snoring had ceased, but it was still disconcerting to be on your own. Sunlight just barely filtered through the half-open blinds, bathing your body in golden morning light. You rolled over to the edge of the bed and peeked over to see Sting was gone too.

That was when, suddenly, you heard retching and your questions were answered. You swung your legs round and got out of bed, padding to the bathroom, where your beliefs were confirmed.

Rogue was, indeed, throwing up, for lack of a better word, gripping the white ceramic. Sting had his arm around his shoulder, rubbing his back.

"Oh, [Y/N]," Sting said, "morning."
"Morning," you knelt down on Rogue's other side, "I see that this's what's on the agenda for today?"

"Yeah," he sighed.
"What the hell happened last night..." Rogue heaved. You patted his back while Sting groaned.

"A lot," he said.
"Yeah..." you nodded.

"God... my head's pounding..." the Shadow Dragon Slayer groaned.
You laughed and Sting turned to you.

"Aren't you gonna put some clothes on?" he said. You realised you hadn't dressed after you left the bed and gasped.

"Don't look at me!" you yelled, "you pervert!"
"They looked at me first!" he defended himself. You scoffed and scampered out, grabbing the cloak Sting had apparently slept under. You pulled it around yourself and walked back in. Rogue was sat back against the wall now.

"Is that my cloak?" he asked tiredly.
"Yeah. 'Cause someone ripped the clothes that I have here," you said.
"Sting," Rogue hissed.

"No, actually. You," Sting's face contorted into a smirk, "you downed fifty-four pints of beer before we could go home, when I patted you down for the keys you told me I was naughty, and then you got in the bath, fully-clothed, and started running it."

Rogue put his face in his hands.
"I'm so sorry, [Y/N]," the tips of his ears, which you could see, were bright red.
"Why're you apologising to her? You threw up on my Natsu Dragneel gloves!" Sting shook his fist passionately, "and what's more, you then got out of the bath and put [Y/N]'s clothes on."

"That's a lie! You made me strip and then gave them to him!" you accused.
"Seriously, Sting?" Rogue sighed.
"It was hilarious! You were posing for the Camera Lacrima and everything," Sting grinned.
"Oh, there are photos," Rogue put his head in his hands.

"And then you tore my clothes off and invited Sting into bed with us," you continued.
"And then you started kissing her all over, while I was right there, and literally, like, ten minutes later, I open my eyes to see you getting all...," Sting added, "a bit too familiar with each other."

"Nothing happened! Chill out!" you exclaimed.
"Well, you were on top of him, so what was I supposed to think?" the blond replied.
"You were on top of me," Rogue repeated.
"That's 'cause you pulled me on top of you!" you said, "and you tasted like vomit. It was kinda gross."

"And you were also saying 'I don't dance, but here I am' or something," Sting said, "and then you started going on about how you wanted to marry [Y/N] and you'd do anything with her."

"Oh my god," he said, "guys, I... am so sorry."
"It's fine. It was definitely refreshing," you grinned.
"Wanna see the pictures I took?" Sting said slyly.

"Not really," Rogue started to shake his head, yet sighed when Sting pulled the lacrima out and started to scroll through. Rogue became redder at each picture - in majority of them, you were standing in the background in nothing but the cloak.