Exhilarate || Sting Eucliffe x Reader

Band Aids

Ah, the Twin Dragons of Sabertooth...

She could have guessed it from their dead giveaway combination spell, but she was busy thinking she'd find a new training partner. Aw... guess not...

In front of her, stands the Shadow Dragon Slayer: Rogue Cheney, whose blood red eyes pierced deeply into her soft (e/c) ones. She felt sweat drops forming on her forehead. Geez, this guy was intense!

Rogue's eyebrows furrowed slightly and his grip softened, but still remained. (Y/n) was glad she could shift slightly away from the sharp edges of the wall. Oh, ouch! But her back still hurt from the impact... She tries her best to hold back a wince, her bottom lip trapped under her teeth.

"(Y/n) Dragneel?" Rogue began to ask, but was interrupted by his louder, more carefree counterpart.

"Well, well, well," He proudly strolled into (Y/n) line of vision with his hands crossed behind his head, "looks like we have a spy in our midst, Rogue." Her eyes trailed from ruby irises to sapphire ones.

Ah... White Dragon Slayer: Sting Eucliffe. She had just began to wonder where he was too.

(Y/n) failed to look even remotely intimidating as she shifted uncomfortably under the stares of the Twin Dragons; oh, what she would give to come away from the serration of the rocks! She was surprised that she hadn't contracted any lacerations from all her biting.

(Y/n) catches Sting's slightly widened gaze on her probably swollen lips. He jeered with an airy chuckle, "I would have never expected you to result to espionage, (Y/n) Dragneel-chan. Doesn't that go against the ideals of the oh, so moral, Fairy Tail?" The blonde nudges Rouge's shoulder, and (Y/n) was released from the tight hold. Phew! She relieved her nearly bare back from the wall and her lips from her teeth. Finally!

(Y/n) noticed as Sting watched her carefully, his smirk widening at her more relaxed state. This guy... she didn't understand his motives!

She matched his stare with narrowed eyes of her own, "I was training here first, and I was almost hit by your stupid spell! I wound up over here to see where it came from." Her arms folded over her chest as she leaned toward him. Huh... (Y/n) had never noticed Sting's scar above his eye until now; she wondered when and how he got it.

Sting laughed once again, "Sounds like denial to me," he took a step closer towards her, "Ya know, it's okay to admit that you're a fan of mine. How about I get you an autograph?" (Y/n) refused the corners of her mouth to form into a smile at his smoothness. She scoffed outwardly, although it was more directed towards herself than at the pompous asshole in front of her.

"As if I could ever be a fan of someone with a fashion sense like yours," (Y/n) mocked in irony. She could never admit it out loud, but she very much liked his outfits. Sting really knew how to show off his assets.

Sting's mouth opened, no doubt ready to spout more sassy retorts; however, he was cut off him off by a loud clearing of the throat. The two turned to the source of the noise almost immediately.

Right, she had forgotten about Rogue...Good God! She had forgotten about Rogue! (Y/n) felt her face become increasingly warmer in embarrassment. She had allowed herself to get lost in a world of just herself and t-that crop top-wearing asshole.

The ravenette had a look of annoyance on his usually stoic face. "Yes, now that the confusion has been somewhat cleared, I will take my leave." He briefly looked up expectantly at his counterpart to follow his lead before disappearing from sight.

Sting's hands rested on his hips as he faced (Y/n) once more. "Geez, that guy never likes to have fun," he said out loud. She let out a quite chortle, expressing her agreement. (Y/n) noted that he was at least a head taller than her as she tilted her chin up to meet his gaze.