Fairy Princess | Fairy Tail (TEMP HIATUS)

38 - A Bothersome Job

The next morning came, and I was awakened by a pair of little paws shaking me violently.

"Wake up, you guys!"

"Five more minutes, Lector..." Sting groaned and pulled me closer, locking me in his grasp. I simply made a soft whining sound and buried my head back into Sting's chest.

"Geez... What will I ever do with you two?" Lector sighed and tried to nudge me awake again.

"I would get up, but I'm stuck," I said and wrapped the cat in my arms, pulling him under the sheets with me. He desperately wriggled out of my tight grasp and tried to pry Sting's arms off of me; this seemed to be somewhat effective since Sting ended up releasing me and turning to the other side, finally letting me sit up in my usual daze.

"Is the alcohol from last night finally hitting or something?" Lector asked.

"No... Just give me a moment," I mumbled before slowly crawling off the bed.

"Where are you going...?" Sting asked, still wrapped comfortably in the sheets.

"Come on, wake up you," I chuckled and tried to drag my tired boyfriend off the bed, but he refused to move, "I'll wake him up later." After completing my morning routine, I finally managed to drag Sting off the bed and got him crawl into the bathroom, probably falling asleep for a few more minutes before turning on the water.

"Hey, you should wear something with the tag still on," Sting suggested as he pulled me into a back hug.

"You wanna choose an outfit for me?" I smiled and pecked his cheek. He nodded enthusiastically as he started flipping through all my clothes, carefully pondering about each clothing article. After some more searching, he handed me a white blouse, a golden skirt, and a navy vest.

"This'll look good on you," he cheered, "Wait, here. This too." He completed the outfit with a blue coat with matching navy thigh high socks.

"Yeah, I think it looks good. Thanks," I ruffled his hair lightly before changing into my new outfit, "Does it look okay?"

"Hell yeah! You look great, Beans!" he complimented and helped straighten the butterfly bow at the collar, "Let's go to the guild now." As usual, when the three of us arrived, everyone was already halfway through their day.

"You're later than yesterday," Rufus noted while sipping his wine.

"You're just in time too; a request came for you," Rogue said and handed me a flyer.

"Translate a magic script?" I read the paper out loud, "Looks like an ancient script."

"Do you know ancient scripts?" Sting asked.

"Kinda, but I think I'll need a dictionary."

"We have an archive in the basement," Sting said and led me down the long spiral stairway into the basement where thousands of books were sprawled all over.

"I didn't know there was a library down here," I said and skimmed through a few titles.

"Sorry, it's kinda dusty. It hasn't been cleaned for a while," Sting chuckled, "And I don't really know where the book you need is, so we might need to dig around."

"Yeah, and I think I might need a mask in here; all this dust might trigger my asthma," I chuckled and put on the face covering from my bag, "We should clean this place up once we're done with the job."

"Yeah. I'll ask everyone to help out later," Sting said and started digging around some of the piles with Lector. I, too, started digging around the other side of the library, hoping that something would pop up.