#shadowlightweek2020

[fairytail-incorrectquotes]

Minerva, sighing: Sting, if Rogue was to jump off a cliff, would you follow him?

Sting: With all due respect, my mother gave birth to a leader, an innovator, a dumbass. I'd be the first off that fucking cliff.

[celestialrayna]

Shadowlight Week 2020, Day 5: Mirror

My entry to the Shadowlight Week 2020 to the topic “Mirror” @shadowlight-week

You can see Sting Eucliffe together with his foster dad Weisslogia and Rogue Cheney together with his foster dad Skiadrum. I gave Sting and Rogue my own created designed clothes and both have the same pose like they are looking into a mirror. The same for the dragons. The Yin Yang which Sting and Rogue are creating is so strong that it “destroyed the mirror”.

I hope you love my picture! It was really much work but it was worthy!

[shadowlight-week]

Shadowlight Week 2020

Event edit by @oryu404​

Welcome to Shadowlight Week 2020, a celebration of the friendship/relationship between Sting Eucliffe and Rogue Cheney of Sabertooth! 

We’re very excited to run this event again and we hope you can join us! Our prompts are for inspiration only, so please feel free to submit others if they work better for you.  We’ll be accepting pretty much anything to do with this pairing:

Fanfics (any length and in any language)

Poetry

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Headcanons

Playlists

Social Media Posts

Incorrect quotes

Manga Coloring

Event Rules:

All content must be original and previously unpublished. Updates to an existing multi-chapter fic are not eligible but standalone one-shots from an established work/AU are fine.

Pairing or Brotp only

There should be no character bashing of any kind, this event is meant to be fun and positive.

Please tag all triggers and adult content appropriately

We will not accept any work that contains incest or pedophilia.

You may enter as many times as you want!

Late entries will be accepted!

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Our event page has a complete list of rules and answered questions.

@fairytailevents​ @fyeahstingue​

[useless-slytherclaw]

Here’s a happy Sting and Rogue.

Here’s my first ever digital piece... It’s a hybrid color/redraw/edit situation. I think tumblr is messing with the quality (No i don’t know whats happening ? the background, and yes it puts the light source in the wrong place)... this is super late.

[tada-rii]

Art by @FnonoT11_22 on Twitter

Edit by me for the shadowlight week 2020

[watcher-ofthe-sky]

Shadowlight Week 2020

Prompts: Kiss + Fall

@shadowlight-week

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Art and text by me.

[entomjinx]

I got a tablet and decided to mix vaporwave and outrun together for shadowlight week. I still have no idea how to use this tablet and these are my first attempts at drawing with outside of the bumblebee, but I’m getting there. The images are meant to be side by side for the prompt “Mirror.” @shadowlight-week

[ft-dads-au]

Spellbound

Shadowlight Week 2020 Prompt: Fantasy Pairing: Sting x Rogue

A Collaboration by @mdelpin​ and @oryu404​ for @gaymirajane​

Thank you, Mollie, for being such a constant and enthusiastic supporter of this AU and all our efforts! 💓 Your knowledge and beliefs were a huge inspiration for this story. We hope we didn't mangle any of it!  😅😄

AO3

Summary: Candles and strips of paper are normal, everyday items, but when combined with a strong enough wish they can become quite powerful. The lines between fantasy and reality blur when Rogue meets someone who could maybe, just maybe, be his literal dream guy.

Chapter 1: Fantasy

The flames of the candles that sat on the tray at the end of the bathtub flickered softly, making the shadows of the surrounding objects dance against the tiled bathroom wall. Rogue silently observed the movements, taking a deep breath and inhaling the scent of the herb-infused bathwater and the incense that burned in a small dish next to the candles before sliding down and submerging himself.

He stayed under, enjoying the feel of being suspended in the water until he had no choice but to come back up for air. He wiped his wet hair out of his face and sought the most comfortable position so he could relax and clear away all the unwanted thoughts the day had brought. Today he was determined to rid himself of all the negativity he had been carrying around for too long already.

The water started to cool down, as he’d been soaking in it peacefully for a while already. He removed the plug from the drain and climbed out, taking the pouch containing the once dried herbs with him to be emptied later. Instead of drying himself off completely, he only dried his hair a little, wrapping the towel around his waist and blowing out the candles on his way out of the bathroom.

With light steps that left a trail of drops and wet footprints on the wooden floorboards, he crossed the hallway and ascended the staircase to the attic, where his bedroom was situated. He closed the door behind him and unwrapped the towel, laying back on his bed to air-dry in the pleasant warmth of the late spring evening.

The sun was setting, its last rays slipping through the open moonroof, making the bland walls of his room look golden. It was still a few hours away from Rogue’s usual bedtime, even now that the days were getting longer, but when he deemed himself dry enough, he got ready for bed anyway. His eyes traveled over to the altar in the corner as he put on a pair of boxers and a sleepshirt. Once, it had been just an antique coffee table he’d inherited when his grandmother passed away, along with a matching cabinet that he used to store everything he’d collected over the years. Books, minerals, dried herbs and flowers, and lots of other useful items.

He combed out the tangles of his still damp hair with his fingers, and got comfortable in his bed, going over the checklist in his head to make sure he had everything he’d need for the spell he’d been planning to cast. The timing was important, and he had been waiting quite a while for the right moment to arrive. Where everything aligned from the date, to the hour, to the phase of the moon.

As the sun sank lower on the horizon, the room slowly darkened. Rogue closed his eyes and let the crickets sing him to sleep. He’d be up before dawn.

0-0

He’d gotten dressed and ready for the day as quietly as possible, as to not wake up his family members, who were sleeping soundly downstairs. The watch on his left wrist told him it was just past 5.15, and as he stood on his toes and stuck his head through the moonroof, he admired the beauty of the sky in its transition from night into day. The sun and the moon, coming together for a short time, against a backdrop of deep blues and violets, joined by a few scattered stars.

Rogue moved away from the moonroof and took a slow, deep breath, shifting all of his focus onto the task he’d set himself out to complete. He started the familiar ritual, drawing a circle around himself and the altar with a piece of chalk, and cleansing the space, his spell items and himself with a bundle of burning white sage.

When everything was done, he knelt, starting the preparation of his spell by placing two red candles on the surface of the altar in front of him. With a black-handled blade, he carved his name into the first candle and placed it back into the holder.

“I am a beacon of loving light. Let it shine and summon he who shall be mine,” Rogue spoke softly, lighting the candle after he finished.

He grabbed the next item, a red sheet of paper, and cut it into 12 pieces. On every piece, he would write down a desired trait his ideal partner would have, and he had no trouble coming up with the first trait.

‘Considerate,’ he wrote down neatly in gold ink, not wanting to deal with another possessive and jealous boyfriend. Once the ink had dried, he folded the paper three times. He focused on the word and its meaning, imagining every way he wanted it to be represented in a relationship. When he was done, he grabbed the red velvet pouch from the items he had set out and put the folded paper inside it.

The next traits he wrote down were ‘Honest,’ ‘Faithful,’ ‘Kind,’ ‘Spontaneous,’ ‘Likes animals,’ ‘Confident’ and ‘A good sense of humor,’ giving each piece of paper the same treatment as he did the first, but he still had 4 pieces left and found himself unsure as to what he should write on them.

He thought he’d covered all the personality traits that mattered to him, so he decided to focus on looks next. After all, a great personality wouldn’t make him fall in love if he couldn’t feel any attraction to the package it came in. And although his past crushes and boyfriends didn’t have a lot in common appearance wise, Rogue definitely had a preference, something that had enchanted him since he was old enough to recognize the feeling.

‘Blue eyes,’ he was already imagining it before he scribbled it onto the paper, smiling as he folded it because the stirring in his stomach told him that he’d made the right choice. To go with the blue eyes, he wrote down another silly bias, ‘Blond hair,’ and now that a visual was starting to form, his imagination was threatening to run away with him.

Tall, short, or average height? Slim, stocky, muscular? Fair skinned, tanned, or dark? Rogue pondered and fantasized, so many options to choose from and only 2 pieces of paper left. He frowned and pouted, twirling his pen between his fingers as he tried to just pick something, but truth be told, he didn’t really care as long as…

A loud snort escaped him that he managed to muffle behind his right hand as he wrote with his left, ‘Nice ass,’ scolding himself for having a dirty mind. But then again...not really.

He pressed his lips together, trying to hold back more chuckles as he indulged in mental images, justifying it with the excuse that the spell required him to. Feeling a warmth creep up from his cheeks to his ears, he forced himself to get his mind out of the gutter before he would get too distracted to finish the spell.

And on that note, for a second he’d considered picking ‘well endowed’ as his final trait, but decided against it, knowing that if he was going to have to envision that and everything that came with it- pun not intended?- there’d be no end to it. Pushing that thought right back to where it came from, he wrote down ‘Neat’ instead, folded the paper and filled his mind with thoughts of having a boyfriend who was organized, didn’t need to be badgered about doing chores, and dressed smartly.

Satisfied with his efforts, Rogue put that last piece of paper into the pouch and cupped it in his hands, closing his eyes as he ran through everything he’d written down in his mind until he once again felt that same stirring from earlier. Then he blew a kiss into the pouch and sealed it by pulling the drawstrings.

He placed it in front of the lit candle, and grabbing the knife again, carved the words’ future lover’ into the other candle before placing it back into its holder, next to the one with his name on it. He moved the red pouch in front of the still unlit candle, again focusing on everything he’d written down on the red pieces of paper, combining all twelve traits into one vision.

He lit the candle using the flame of the other and finished the spell, “We now share a light, a spark in the night that draws you to me. No harm will be done, so shall it be.”

Filled with faith that the spell had been put into motion, Rogue rose to his feet and broke the magic circle, releasing all the energy inside it into the world. In one of the cabinet drawers, he found a leather cord to tie around the pouch, and after he tied the ends into a small knot, he was able to wear it around his neck.

Now all that was left for him to do was put away the items he’d used, starting with blowing out the candles before any accidents could happen. The smoke that came off the wicks curled up into the air, filling his room with the unique scent that was one of his favorites, and still a bit moony-eyed from the spell, Rogue got so caught up with enjoying it that he’d forgotten to turn off the smoke alarm. The shrill beeps blared loudly through the house, making him scramble to grab it off the mounting bracket and remove the batteries.

He looked from the smoke alarm that was still busy singing the song of its people in his one hand, to the pair of AA batteries in his other, getting increasingly frustrated from not being able to hear his own thoughts over that most hated sound. But why was it still beeping? And better yet, why did it sound an awful lot like…

Rogue slowly opened his eyes, squinting and blinking to clear his blurry vision. He rolled over in his bed and swept aside the hair that hung in front of his face like a black curtain so he could find the off-button on his alarm clock and put an end to that atrocious sound. Off, not snooze like he usually did at least once before he’d get up, but he was currently too confused and disoriented to even consider trying.

He scratched his head as he looked around his room, at his window, his regular French door window that didn’t look anything like a moonroof. They didn’t even have an attic. There was no antique cabinet in the corner of his room, no coffee table that served as a magic altar. Just a bookcase and his guitar.

It had all been a dream.

0-0

October 3, 2012

Rogue padded to the kitchen to make his breakfast still caught up in his dream and how very real it had seemed. He could only imagine it had something to do with the conversation he’d had with Cana the previous night.

Cana had learned to read cards from her mother at a very young age, and after her mother had died, she had continued to learn all sorts of things that most would consider occult. Gildarts had always encouraged it, knowing that it helped her cope with her loss and trusted her to be smart enough not to muck with any dark stuff. Not that she ever would, especially now that she had a young daughter of her own.

When they were younger, both Rogue and his older brother Gray had listened in awe as she told them about some of the things she’d learned. It was all pretty fascinating in theory, although neither one of them had been interested enough to learn how to do it themselves, which was why that dream had been so surprising.

However, as obvious as he thought it was that Cana had inspired the whole thing about the spell, he knew that the idea behind it, the wish to find love, was all his own.

He certainly couldn’t deny that he was feeling pretty lonely these days.

When his parents had left, he’d had great hopes of spending long nights writing, working on new songs, or even catching up on his reading. And while all those things had definitely happened, there was one thing he hadn’t factored in.

The silence.

Before Gray had left for college, and his parents had moved to Alvarez, their house had always been busy. Gildarts and Cana could usually be counted on to be about as well, adding to the ever present noise. There had always been someone around to watch TV or play video games with.

Now there was nothing but a big empty house that Rogue was suddenly responsible for, and it was filled to the rafters with the silence his loved ones had left in their wake.

It was deafening, and no matter what he tried he could never seem to quiet it.

As if that wasn’t bad enough, he’d broken up with his boyfriend weeks earlier. Not that they’d been together very long, or that Rogue had any regrets about his decision, but at least spending time with Maru had offered a break from the monotony of his days.

His band Phantom Lord, of which Maru was the drummer, was the only real social interaction he had at the moment. Unless you counted the random hookups he’d tried at their last few gigs, drunk on cheap alcohol and the hope that a spark might ignite with one of these people that seemed so hungry for his attention.

Far from it, they usually left once they were done, content with having fooled around with someone in a band, but having no real interest in anything more. It was the same at the parties and clubs Rogue forced himself to attend, an effort to delay the inevitable return to his house.

Everyone was interested in his looks and the fact that he was a part of Phantom Lord, and although a good time could be had easily enough, any pleasure he felt was hollow at best.

He wanted someone he could connect with, who was interested in him because they found him appealing or had things in common.

He wanted, he noted wryly, someone just like that person he’d tried to spell into existence in his dream. A man who could vanquish his loneliness and make him feel something again.

But so far, that person didn’t seem to exist in Magnolia.

Rogue snapped out of his musings long enough to glance down at his phone and realize he would be late for class if he didn’t hurry. He wolfed down the toast and juice he’d put together and ran out the door, wearing his guitar on his back and dragging his backpack behind him.

He went from class to class, groaning at the ever growing number of assignments the professors dumped on them. Thankfully today was Wednesday, and he had band practice right after his last class. That thought alone cheered him up immensely.

He and Gajeel had been playing around with a new song, and Rogue had spent most of the previous night working on it, eager to make some progress that he could show his band members.

He all but counted the minutes until the end of his last class, impatiently collecting his stuff and jumping up from his seat as soon as it was dismissed. He’d made it all the way to his car when his phone vibrated in his pocket. He grabbed it, seeing it was a call from Gajeel.

“Hey, I’m on my way,” Rogue answered the phone, the device awkwardly pressed between his shoulder and his ear so he could put his guitar and backpack on the back seat, “Do you need me to pick up something?”

“Don’t bother, it’s a mess over here. There was a small fire earlier and they’re gonna have to close down for repairs for a week or two,” Gajeel sounded agitated and Rogue could hear the sound of sirens in the background. “I gotta go, I’ll text you when I figure out where we can practice in the meantime.

In his disappointment, Rogue almost suggested practicing in his garage, but the idea of having Maru at his house quickly decided him against it. “Oh. Okay. Well then, keep me posted, I guess?”

A grunt was all he got in reply before the line went dead.

Well, that’s just great, Rogue thought, his mood darkening at the idea of going back to his empty home already. Remembering all the work he needed to get done, he grabbed his backpack again but left the guitar, locking the car and turning around to head back towards the library. Might as well get some of it done.

It had been a while since he had set foot in the university’s library, and he was surprised to see just how crowded it was. Every table was occupied. Walking through the main room, he searched for an empty chair, keeping an eye open for anyone he recognized, on the off chance there might be an opening at their table.

As luck would have it, a table opened up just as he walked past it, and he immediately claimed it, setting his backpack on the floor next to him. Opening it, he pulled out the first thing he got his hands on without looking, dismayed to see that it was his biology textbook, the one class he hated with a passion.

Telling himself to just get it over with, he accepted his fate, grabbing his laptop to examine the worksheet the professor had assigned. It didn’t take long for his frustrations to build up, because the whole reason why he disliked biology so much was that he just couldn’t keep up. He had a great memory, which was the only reason why he wasn’t completely failing the class yet, but the fundamental principles of the science just went way beyond him. Maybe he should just do something else and hope Gajeel would be able to help him with this sometime, in the meantime, he could focus on a different subject.

Just as he leaned over to reach for another book, he heard a voice ask, “Hey, is this seat taken?”

Rogue gave a small jump, not expecting the interruption. When he looked up, he came face to face with a guy with blond hair, a smile like the ones you’d see in toothpaste commercials, and a pair of the bluest eyes Rogue had ever seen crinkling down at him in amusement. <br> <br> In the time it took Rogue to force his jaws back together and reply with a stupefied, “Oh, uhm, not at all,” the guy had already dropped his backpack on the table and sat down across from him. Rogue’s thoughts went back to his dream, and even though it was completely irrational, he couldn’t stop his hand from subtly patting his chest, searching for the pouch that he knew wouldn’t be there.

But when the guy flashed him another one of those smiles that were already making his heart race, he wondered if he’d somehow managed to cast that spell after all.

[aki-natsuko]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Fairy Tail Rating: Mature Warnings: Major Character Death Relationships: Rogue Cheney/Sting Eucliffe Characters: Sting Eucliffe, Rogue Cheney Additional Tags: Character Death, Death, Established Relationship, Heavy Angst, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Alternate Universe - Future, Future Rogue - Freeform, Love, Darkness, Loss of Control, Revenge, Apologies, prompt: duality Series: Part 15 of Stingue, Part 3 of Shadowlight 2020 Summary:

In the wake of Frosch's death, the darkness is rising. Laying claim to Rogue again, and for once he's not sure that he wants to fight them. Because, while the shadows can't ease his loss or bring the Exceed back, they can give him the revenge he craves.

But, at what cost?

[becausesin]

Kiss

It wasn’t the first time they had kissed, that night. It hadn’t been the second or third either, and hopefully it won’t be the last one either. It could have been like any other one and yet it wasn’t. 

It could have even been gross, if you wanted to see that way, because they were dirty and sweaty and there hasn’t been time to do much cleaning even after it was over. Not the best kiss in their list and probably not in much people’s either.

It was also a short one, even if it was followed by another one and another after that. Things got a bit messy after that, time and memories blurring leaving behind just a raw feeling as the only proof it happened.

Talking about it was hard, because it was hard to put some name and words at what it felt when their lips collided with each other. There was tenderness but also desperation and a certain hope that seemed lost just a few hours ago. There was pain and relief, joy and the remains of fear. Everything but all at once and so fast it could have been a dream if it weren’t for the way their eyes meet and shared the same in less than a second.

They didn’t need to talk about it, fortunately. There was no need to state obvious things. They had tried, a few times, but even after years it was almost impossible to put a name to what they had shared. What they still shared.

That night, that time, that pain were long gone but sometimes they still came back, in the dark, in their sleep, when it was harder to understand what’s true and what’s a lie, what was there and what was not. Sometimes it was harder to forget and leave it behind.

The kiss had been a goodbye as well as a hope for a better time, when those kind of kisses wouldn’t be needed anymore. And they didn’t, not now. 

Things were different now, for the best. There was enough time to rest and laugh, the peace they had forged with blood and tears blossoming all around. Beautiful, quiet, lovely. Everything they didn’t have for so long, everything they wanted to achieve.

When they kissed, that night, it had been a some kind of celebration to being alive, to being still there after everything. It had been a reminder that not even the war or its horrors could kept them away from each other. 

It was the end, and the start.

[ao3feed-stingue]

Spellbound

by DivineBurrito, mdelpin

Candles and strips of paper are normal, everyday items, but when combined with a strong enough wish they can become quite powerful.

The lines between fantasy and reality blur when Rogue meets someone who could maybe, just maybe, be his literal dream guy.

Words: 3219, Chapters: 1/2, Language: English

Series: Part 4 of Fairy Tail Dad's AU, Part 2 of Shadowlight Week 2020

Fandoms: Fairy Tail

Rating: General Audiences

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: M/M

Characters: Rogue Cheney, Sting Eucliffe, Gajeel Redfox

Relationships: Rogue Cheney/Sting Eucliffe

Additional Tags: Shadowlight Week 2020, Prompt: Fantasy, ftdadsau, Magnolia Dad's Club, Alternate Universe - Modern: No Powers, BUt still magic, Love Spell, First Meetings, shadowlightweek2020

Source:https://archiveofourown.org/works/23601088

[fairytail-incorrectquotes]

Sting: See? One day, you're gonna look back at this and laugh.

Rogue: I assure you, every time I look back on this I will personally drive to wherever you are and smack you.

[zerefserigala]

Rogue x Sting - Playlist (Duality)

1. Diamonds - Rihanna

“Find light in the beautiful sea, I choose to be happy, You and I, you and I, we're like diamonds in the sky.”

2. Everything Good - Ashes Remain

“You are my eyes, When I can’t see, When all the world is broken, You will always be, Everything good.”

3. Fire and Fury - Skillet

“Let it all fall down to dust, “Can’t break the two of us, “We are safe in the strength of love.”

4. The Only Exception - Paramore

“You are the only exception, You are the only exception And I'm on my way to believing.”

5. Ready Now - dodie

“Feet firm on the ground, We stood hand in hand, And I told the world, That I have a plan, Together we sang, I'm ready now.”

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For: @shadowlight-week​ 

[shadowlight-week]

Stingue edit by @oryu404​

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[useless-slytherclaw]

Kisses part 2 of 2

Kissing Rogue is like coming home.

Sting’s world has been falling apart; he can’t get his feet under him.  It tilted off its axis when he and Rogue lost to Natsu and it’s just been tilting further and further with losing Lector and the games and then the dragons.

They’re at the ball, and Minerva is gone, and he’s the guild master, and the world is changing faster than he can manage.  But Rogue is beside him, constant and steadying, so maybe he can manage.  Rogue leads Sting out to one of the unoccupied balconies.  

Sting’s spinning the champagne glass in his hand, but he’s watching Rogue. He looks good, but he always looks good.  The moon shines in his hair and paints his skin silver.  His eyes look black in the low light and the lights reflected in them look like stars in the sky.  Sting can’t look away from Rogue; it’s as pointless fighting gravity.

Loving Rogue for the last few years has been loving in the shadows.  Kisses behind closed doors.  Loving where no one can see.  It’s been necessary, but Sting can’t help but want to step into the light.  It’s in his nature. 

So Sting doesn’t stop himself as he reaches out for Rogue.  There’s a familiar smile on Rogue’s face, and it draws him in.  Rogue doesn’t pull away as Sting pulls him into an embrace even though anyone could see.

“I don’t want to hide anymore,” Sting whispers.

“Then we won’t,” Rogue is calm.  It steadies Sting.  He can be confident when Rogue is here.  His light can only shine because of Rogue’s shadows.  Rogue’s arms are around him, and it feels like home.  Rogue’s body is warm against his and it’s like being embraced by a warm summer night.  Sting wants to lose himself in the summer sky.

Sting kisses Rogue, and everything is falling into place.  Sting melts into Rogue as if he’s the one made of shadows.  And the shadows embrace him; he’s always welcome here.  He belongs here, here in Rogue’s embrace.  Sting has the whole universe in his arms and happily yields himself to it.  Rogue’s tongue slides past his lips. The kiss tastes like champagne and Sting is becoming effervescent.    His skin sparks where they touch, flashing like distant supernovae. 

For one long moment, they are one entity, and there is no Sting and no Rogue.  But Rogue pulls away, and Sting settles back into his own skin.  He feels more balanced.  The light is only bright in the shadows, and Sting is confident because Rogue is by his side.

“Sting,” Rogue’s voice is low.  Sting can feel the vibrations of the sound in Rogue’s body.  “I’m here for you.”

Sting kisses him because he has to because he can’t resist.  

“I can’t do this without you,” he whispers against Rogue’s lips.

“You don’t have to.”

“I love you, Rogue.”

“I love you too,  You are the light of my life.”  Sting’s entire body goes warm, and he feels like he’s floating.  He’s lost all contact with the earth and only Rogue is keeping him here.  Rogue presses a butterfly kiss to his lips.

They turn together back to the room, and Sting’s worries seem much smaller now.

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[tada-rii]

ShadowLight Week 2020. Prompt: duality

Art by unan_tyara