Flowers

Disclaimer – I do not own Fairy Tail

Summary: Sting tries to be a bit more romantic toward Rogue. Sting x Rogue

Author's Note #1 - I'm using the 100 Theme Fanfiction Challenge for this collection. I thought it'd be something different.

Author's Note #2 - This one I am rating T.

Author's Note #3 - These drabbles are pretty much one-shots and are not related to each other in any way unless otherwise indicated.

Flowers (Rated T)

"This is so stupid," Sting mumbled under his breath. He was currently on his hands and knees, searching through the flora outside of Sabertooth. "What on earth am I supposed to be looking for?"

Picking flowers! Whose stupid idea was this, anyway? Oh, yeah. That's right. It was his. When Sting discovered that Rogue despised extravagant gifts and preferred the more thoughtful kind, he'd opted to pick flowers for the shadow mage.

But there was only one little problem with that. He didn't know what he was looking for!

Sting growled as he eyed a green…something.

"That's a weed," Lector said from behind him, startling the dragon-slayer.

"But it has a flower," Sting argued. "And where did you come from?"

Lector sighed. "Just because it has a flower doesn't mean it's not a weed," he said before wandering off.

Sting watched as the Exceed walked away. The dragon-slayer's eyes glanced over the land once more. He sighed. This was going to take forever.

"Yes!" Sting proclaimed, holding up his—questionable—bouquet like a trophy. "Finally, finally I can show Rogue—what are you looking at?" he shouted at the children who'd stopped playing to stare wide-eyed and open-mouthed at the Guild Master.

The kids just shrugged their shoulders as they recovered themselves and went back to playing.

Glaring daggers at the children, Sting made his way back to his apartment so that he could find Rogue, only to be intercepted by Yukino.

"What do you want?" Sting groaned as he shoved his bouquet into the confines of his coat. He couldn't have anyone from Sabertooth seeing him all sappy and whatnot.

"Minerva wants us to go on a mission tomorrow. Be at the station by nine."

Sting just nodded and ran past her.

"It's about time," Sting muttered breathlessly. It took him fifteen minutes—fifteen minutes—to get to his apartment. Guild mates just kept popping up out of nowhere telling him stuff he could care less about. What the heck were they? Ninjas?

Making for his bedroom door, he opened it and peeked inside. "Rogue?"

"Yes, Sting?" Rogue answered. He stepped out of the bathroom in fresh clothes, toweling his hair dry. "I just finished taking a shower. It was so nice. Go ahead and clean up before dinner."

"Um," Sting began, "here."

Rogue almost sprang back when he felt something thrust into his hands from his lover's coat. He looked at the bundle in his hands and felt tears spring to his eyes when he realized what it was.

Oh, no! Was Rogue crying? His gift wasn't that bad, was it? Sting started growing anxious. "Rogue, I can expl—!"

"They're wonderful!" Rogue exclaimed, interrupting him. "Thank you, Sting." He leaned up and placed a light kiss on Sting's lips. "I'll be right back. I'm going to put these in a vase."

Sting just stood there in shock. He'd just given Rogue a crumpled bouquet that looked half dead and he loved it? If he'd known that these little, sappy things made Rogue happy, he'd have done them a lot sooner.

I wonder if he'd like it if I wrote him a poem or a song, Sting thought to himself, a serious look crossing his features.

Rogue noticed. It looked like Sting was learning; he was finally grasping the art of romance.

Author's Note - I know it's been quite some time. My health took a turn for the worst (not COVID), and I'm slowly getting better. Please Review!

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