Old Friends {Sting x Reader AU}

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TW: Mention of r*pe, being used for one's body, drugged. Also a short chapter
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Weisslogia had called your mom later that night and told her that you would stay at their house until her return. She agreed, afraid that something bad might happen to you. Not that anything would, but she was a very paranoid woman when it came to her only daughter. Weisslogia understood.

The next morning when Weisslogia went to work, you started on your work. Sting was on day two of suspension, and was sleeping in. He was comfortable knowing that you were in the house with him, but knew that you weren't in the bed by the absence of warmth. He figured that you were doing your work, so he wasn't going to bug you. In fact, he wanted you to finish your work early so that he could spend the rest of the day with you.

You finished your work at about twelve, and Sting was still in his bed. You assumed that he was sleeping. In reality though, he was awake, just listening to you write, erase and let out little frustrations.

You would walk over to the bed, and look at his face. He could feel you standing by him, and tried not to smile. "Sting..." you whispered, but he didn't move. "Stingy-bee..."

This was hard, trying not to smile at that cute nickname. "Sting..." you whispered again, this time leaning down to kiss his cheek. He couldn't help but smile. "Ha! I knew you were awake!"

"You caught me." He laughed, and scooted over a bit in bed so that you could join him. You happily joined him in the bed and he immediately wrapped his arms around you, but Sting being Sting, he started to trail his hand up your stomach.

"Sting..." you managed to say, and held his wrist.

"What is it, baby?" He looked up at you with a bit of worry in his eyes.

"Uhm... it's about what you said yesterday."

"I said a lot of things yesterday."

"You said you couldn't stop thinking about my body..." You said lowly, and Sting knew where you were going with this.

"Y/n, I love you for you, not for your body."

"I know, I'm just... I don't know."

"I'm sorry if I gave you that impression, but I promise you that I'm not like that."

"I know you're not."

"Then why would you-"

"Fujin." You quickly said.

Sting was silent, trying to process what you had said, or rather what you were trying to tell him. "What?"

"Forget it."

"Absolutely not." His voice was firm, and he sat up in the bed. "What the fuck did he do?"

"Nothing, just drop it." You looked away from Sting, trying to hold back tears.

"Y/n, what did he do to you? Tell me!"

"I can't..." you managed to choke out. Your voice was shaky, and tears were threatening to fall.

"Y/n I swear to god if that mother fucker touched you..." he trailed off, his voice angry. "Y/n!"

"I told him no!" You finally broke down, crying. You covered your face with your hands, and just let it all out. "H-He didn't listen, he never did!"

"I'll kill him." Sting gritted his teeth. You looked up at him, and shook your head.

"He hurt me, Sting. H-He..."

"Y/n, tell me. Did he hit you? What did he do?" Sting tried to stay calm, realizing that raising his voice was probably not the best way to handle this. "Did he rape you? What happened?"

"There was a party.." you started, trying to control the crying. You were nervous to tell Sting, you haven't told anyone this. Not even your own mother. "He had given me a drink. He spiked it or something. It wasn't anything too strong, just made me kinda sleepy... but I was still aware."

"Y/n..."

"He started with touching, and when I tried to tell him no, he would hold me down and..." your voice cracked, and Sting let you stop.

"Okay that's enough." He held you in his arms, and strictly told himself to just hold you, to comfort you. "I'm so sorry Y/n... Why didn't you break up with him sooner?"

"I don't know... he scared me."

"Have you told anyone this?"

"No. No one."

"Y/n..." Sting pulled away a bit, and looked into your eyes. "I love you. And if I ever see him I'll kill him."

"I just want to pretend it never happened."

"You can't do that, Y/n."

"Yes I can, and that's what I want to do, okay? So... don't tell anyone."

"I promise I won't."

"Not even my mom."

"I won't, but you should tell her at some point."

"Not now." You said quickly. "I want to talk about something else now."

"Wanna watch a movie?" Sting was quick to change the topic. "We could watch a horror movie."

"I'm down for a movie! But... horror? I'm not sure I can do the gore."

"Comedy?"

"Yeah we could do that."

"Or do you wanna watch something nostalgic?"

"Ooh, yeah!"

"Like what?"

"Hmm..."

"Coraline?"

"Yes! Please please please!"

"Haha, okay baby."

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Weisslogia came through the door to see the t.v saying "are you still there", and saw you and Sting on the couch. You were laying on his chest, a blanket over the two of you.

You both had watched movies all day until you fell asleep. When you fell asleep, Sting stayed up a bit to make sure you were alright. He felt bad for making you retell the story, but after a while he fell asleep too.

Weisslogia took out his phone and took a picture of the two of you, and sent it right to your mother. She would think it was cute, and joked about the two of you acting like a married couple. Weisslogia would agree, and smile while looking at the both of you.

He felt at ease when he realized that someone had so much love for his son. Of course Yukino loved Sting, but Weisslogia never liked her at all. Weisslogia knew what his son deserved. Yukino didn't deserve Sting, and what Sting did to get you was beyond his knowledge. He knew you since you were little, and you were always the sweetest.