sea shells come and go, from one place to another. you lose them easily, and tend to find more beautiful ones as replacement. like many things in life.
love, opportunities, changes.
but not us.
take note: female reader
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I look straight at her, at those (e/c) eyes full of spunk. "My name is Rogue, Rogue Cheney. It is nice to meet you as well, (y/n)."
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(y/n)'s POV
This Rogue seems nice. Maybe a little closed-off and somber, but he has a good heart.
I turn away from him, intending to make him some french toast for his breakfast when-
"Where's Frosch?"
He blurts out, sitting up, blanket falling off into a crumple in his lap. Pink dusts over his cheeks at the realization of what he'd said, and I couldn't help but giggle at his sudden flustered state. First, he was all solemn, caught in the moment his injured state of bruises and cuts, and now he's thrown himself into a frenzy over someone called 'Frosch'.
"There wasn't anyone else with you when I found you next to my doorstep," I reply, and he pales.
"Are you sure? Absolutely sure? Did you see anything move up or down the street? Was there any-"
"I didn't see anything," I repeat. Wow, he gets worked up over someone fast. "Who is this Frosch?"
"He's a cat," he said, and my eyebrows raise in surprise. Rogue doesn't seem to notice, completely absorbed by the fact his cat was missing. "a green cat. He wears a pink frog costume and has big eyes..."
The man rambles on, clearly worried out of his wits.
"I can go look today, if you like, but you're not getting out of bed," I glare once I see him toss the blanket over the couch and stand up. "For the last time, if I see your ass of that couch, you're going to get worse injuries than you have now, understand?"
He gulps at the blatant threat in my voice- but nods.
"Alright, do you like french toast? Because I'm afraid that's all we have in stock right now," I grin. "Bread, sugar, eggs, and milk. A treat, isn't it?"
He doesn't seem to register what I've said, sinking back into the soft pillows of my couch. I don't mind, humming to myself as I organize ingredients on the counter.
"So. What happened to you last night?" I say, pouring sugar into a measuring cup.
He doesn't answer. I dunk the bread into the milk-eggs-sugar mixture, adding a good dose of cinnamon. I twist a battered button of the stove.
"Wow, interesting, never expected that," I hum, trying to lure any words out of him.
I look back- to find he wasn't being rude to his hostess at all as I thought, but that he just fell asleep. Right before breakfast. I shake my head in amusement- and decide to add more cinnamon to the toast, because a second breakfast never hurts anyone.
As the toast simmers on a pan, I text Lucy.
You
hey luce
i was wondering about the conflicts in fairy tail
as in fights
👑Lucy👑
Ahhh... 😅🙄
Well, I mean, we're all a family.
Whatever harm we do to each other,
Mira or anyone else usually patches us up a second after the fight ends.
You
has anyone gone missing in the past night?
👑Lucy👑
Definitely not.
Or else, the entirety of Fairy Tail would wake up the town at 3 am in panic 😂
[11:23 AM]
I glance over at Rogue. His chest does up and down slowly, breaths deep and peaceful. He's not in Fairy Tail. Could he be... part of Sabertooth?
👑Lucy👑
Why?
You
can you come over?
i think im in a situation
[11:25 AM]
Every second that passes with Rogue in my care, I become more nervous. I'd seen the tension between Fairy Tail and Sabertooth with my own eyes- one of the Fairy Tail big shots even stepped in when Sabertooth druggies decided to waltz in. That party was one you wouldn't forget quickly.
I was sitting on the kitchen counter, last bite of french toast in my mouth, when the bell rang.
I slide off and make my way down the hallway, opening the door to find a floral-dressed Lucy standing there with the cutest golden earrings I had ever seen.
"Hey!" she chirped, waving.
"Hey you," I say back, letting her in the cozy house. "did you eat breakfast yet? And don't lie to me, I know how into your writing you get when it comes to free mornings and bright sunshines."
She laughs sheepishly, pivoting towards me on her brown sandals. "Hehe, I had an apple..."
I deadpan. "Okay, I'm making you something. Go sit yourself down somewhere."
"Oh you sweet little thing!" Lucy cries as she disappears from view and walks into the living room. "I swear, what would I do without you-"
She stops talking abruptly. I wince, realizing what she must've seen.
I enter the kitchen, to see Lucy staring at an unconscious Rogue with terrified eyes.
