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Rogue arrived to dragon study class carrying his books close to his chest, he went to his desk at the back corner of the class, where nobody would bother him by trying to talk to him or peer pressure him into ‘being social’. It also came with the benefit of letting him daydream about killing dragons… and standing up to bullyslow… and impressing Sting. Speaking of the angel, sting entered the class, casual as ever, giving finger guns to the teacher before heading to his desk a few seats away from Rogue’s. But sting would never acknowledge Rogue, he was just too cool for him.

Rogues stalking was interrupted by the teachers voice. “Right everyone! I have all your mock exams marked and ready to be handed out.” The teacher said, before going about handing all the exams. Rogue got 100% on his exam with the words ‘See me after class’ written underlined by the teacher in red ink. Rogue gulped, was he in trouble? Had he not reached the pass mark?

After the papers were handed out the teacher spoke with an exhasperated look to his face. “Class I’m very disappointed in your marks, the amount of fails were unacceptable and most people didn’t meet the class average. There were very few exceptions to this whose marks i’m not disappointed with”. The last part was said looking directly at Rogue, which made his fear skyrocket, the teacher was especially disappointed in him, he knew it. Why else would the teacher look at him? Why would the teacher want to see him after class? It all lined up.

The teacher spent the rest of the class going over the paper while rogue frantically looked for what might have disappointed the teacher, dreading after class when he would receive his inevitable lecture. After class, everyone slowly left, each talking about their marks as they left. The teacher had also left to get some coffee. Rogue thought he was the only one left until he looked slightly to the left and saw Sting at his desk, looking calm and chill as ever as he got up and headed to the teachers desk, clutching his paper enough to damage the paper. Standing next to Sting was difficult enough for Rogue, what if he broke down in front of him? What if Stings cat didn’t like him? Or worse, what if Sting laughed at him?! Rogue felt like fainting at the thought of it.

“Oh how the great Rogue has fallen” Sting said with a grin, “The teacher called me up because of how much better my mark is then usual, I just know it.”

Rogue blushed and stuttered as he tried to get a word out, but all he could say was “Yeah heheh…”

The teacher entered the classroom again and sat before them, setting his now empty mug of coffee with the 3 other empty mugs of coffee that were also at his desk. He adjusted his tie and turned to Rogue, who gulped again. “Rogue Cheney, your test was remarkable. I don’t believe I’ve seen an essay about air breathing dragons as thorough and detailed as yours in all my days of teaching, you truly understand the source material. Hence you got full marks on the mock exam, the real thing will be no problem for you.” Stings jaw dropped at the word that Rogue got full marks, Rogue blushed a lot at Sting’s awe and simply nodded. The teacher then turned to Sting. “Sting Eucliffe, do you know why I made you stay back?”

“Yeah, because I finally passed an exam!” Sting exclaims confidently, putting his hands on his hips and posing like a model. This practically turned Rogue’s eyes into hearts by itself.

“It does seem that your failing streak has come to an end…” the teacher grumbled and took Sting’s paper, before crossing out the ‘50%’ and writing a big 0. “And your cheating streak has begun.” The teacher stood up suddenly causing Rogue to yelp in surprise, “Sting Eucliffe you were very clearly looking at Heartfilia’s test as she answered the questions. You even tried to ask her for the answers. Why would you even do that? It’s a mock exam. This doesn’t count towards anything. You are useless Sting Eucliffe. Which brings me to the reason why I called both of you here today.”

Rogue blushes in confusion and looks up at sting then back at the teacher. Stings expression drops realising he was caught in the act and he stops posing, much to Rogue’s dismay. The teacher looked back to Rogue again

“Rogue, you’re a smart kid, which is why you are going to tutor Sting until he can reach a C+ in dragon studies. Every day during lunch, instead of reading books about dragons, Rogue. Your going to put that knowledge to good use and teach it to Sting. And before you ask, no, you don’t have a choice. The two of you will be locked in the classroom through lunch until it ends.”

Rogue blushes and gulps in fear, “O- o- o- o- okay… Mr… Strauss…” Rogue looks over to Sting, whos looking out the window while eating his exam paper because it was white. He looks back at Rogue and Mr Strauss and spits the paper out, “Oh sorry were you saying something?”

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“And that’s why I’m going to stay as far away from Mr Dragneel as I possibly can,” Sting said, causing laughter to erupt from the rest of the Saber Tooth club. Rogue was so amazed at Sting, he really did just have a way with words, it almost made him imagine what would happen if Mr Dragneel had enough time for the demonstration. “Anyway, it’s getting to that time of year, and you’ve heard me talk about it enough. It’s going to be the last match of the Dragon Ball season! The Saber Tooth Cats are going up against the Fairy Tailed Sprites and I’m playing team captain! And you guys are of course going to be watching!”

Rogue leaped from his seat in joy, “Woohoo! Go Saber Tooth Tigers! Nya! I- I mean meow…” he said, blushing as he sat back down on his seat. Sting reached over and patted Rogue’s back, “That’s the spirit! Oh, Rogue, you wouldn’t mind staying behind a while after? There’s something important I need to tell you.” The rest was a blur of Sting talking about the Dragon Ball sport while Rogue continued to overthink. After the club meetup ended, Sting closed the door, leaving them basically trapped in there. Rogue wondered what Sting would need to close the door for, why was it so private? Did Sting want to kiss him? Please let it be that Sting wants to kiss him, Rogue thought.

“This match is very important for me Rogue, which is why I’m going to need your help… You have a cat, yes? So you have experience with this sort of thing… So I need you to…”

“I do!” Rogue exclaimed with joy, barely even listening to what sting said, simply assuming he wanted to propose.

“Oh, great! I’m not sure that’s accurate grammar but thanks for accepting. I appreciate It dude. I’ll leave him with you before the match.” He said before getting up and walking out of the classroom. Rogue proceeded to sit under the table and think about his actions (and dragons) today, wondering why the hell he thought Sting was going to propose to him.

The day of the big game came by quick and nothing of plot relevance happened until then. Rogue arrived at the pitch early, carrying Fresh by the head. On the way to his seat Fresh decides to speak, “Sting’s cat Doug told me to tell you that he knows how you feel about Sting. What did he mean by that?”

Rogue brought fresh close to his face and said, “Silence, silly creature.”

Fresh responded with a ribbit and they arrived at their seat. Rogue sat down and placed fresh in his lap, but he froze up the moment he saw Sting on the pitch, looking back at him, shirtless. Rogue had completely forgotten that the required uniform for Dragon ball was to be completely shirtless. Doug was being carried like one might carry a dragon ball, under the arm. Sting came running and went to Rogue’s seat and plopped Doug down on his lap, “Thanks again for offering to take care of doug during the big game. I should get going now, I gotta huddle up with the rest of the team to discuss the gameplan.”

There was a sudden rumbling in the bleachers. “Ah, the dragon must be a feisty one for this match.” Sting said, scratching the back of his head. Rogue gulped, squeezing the two cats close to him in fear, doug spoke, “Cool it cat boy, If the dragon attacked us it would be pretty tough”

“But would you lose?” Fresh asked, watching doug with awe in their eyes

“Nah, I’d win.” Doug said, causing fresh to gasp loudly.

That was when the game began, the two teams charged towards the Dragon ball in the middle of the court. Natsu Dragneel, captain of the Fairy Tailed Sprites looked fierce as ever, being faster then sting he easily picked up the dragon ball and dodged out of the way of Sting, making his way to the goal. He was promptly incinerated by the dragon who had just been released. It was a rookie mistake, the goal of Dragon ball was to pass the ball around your team like a hot potato while getting it to the goal so the dragon doesn’t kill you or your teammates.

The match continued and the scores were neck and neck, Rogue was completely invested in the match (and sting’s abs) that he didn’t notice the sudden disappearance of Fresh and Doug! When he realised what had happened he sprinted from the bleachers in tears as he began running out of the stadium to look for the two cats, on his way out he bumped into Lucy Heartfilia, she was pretty friendly. He had seen her in the library getting books while he read about dragons regularly.

“S- s- sorry lucy! Gotta go! I lost something and it’s an emergency!” Rogue said as he ran past her

“Hope you find what your looking for!” Lucy called to him with a friendly smile as he ran off.

He searched everywhere, classrooms, cabinets, he even did a few interrogations. But it seemed like no use. “WHERE IS FRESH?!?!?!?” he said, tears like waterfalls as he made his way back to his seat sadly. He was having trouble keeping his inner dragon from bursting out, he was angry, and you don’t want to anger someone like Rogue. He could kill everyone if it turned out that fresh was dead. But as he was heading back to the stadium he heard cheering and looked up, the dragon was flying laps around the pitch, chasing the remaining members of the Fairy Tailed Sprites, even Bickslow, lead cheerleader of the Fairy Tailed sprites was chanting for the saber toothed cats. With closer inspection, there were 2 blobs atop the dragon… no, 2 cats! Fresh and doug! The referee blew the whistle to signal the end of the game. The 2 cats leapt off the dragon, hand in hand, as Sting caught them in his arms, walking over to Rogue

“Rogue, where were you?! You should’ve seen what happened, it was so good!” Sting exclaimed, god sting looked so muscular and tall and strong and buff when shirtless

“Y- yeah… I was doing stuff…” he says with a blush

Sting laughed, “Typical rogue, so enigmatic. I’m gonna head back to the changing rooms now. Thank you so much for minding the cats, I owe you one.”

Sting was then promptly carried away by his teammates to celebrate the victory with some shirtless drinking off screen.

Rogue then sat on the bleachers for another hour cuddling fresh and crying (while thinking about how cool that dragon was).

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As a way of thanking everyone for coming back to the guild and forgiving him, he had set up a beach day for all of them, where they could visit the coast and play in the sand a bit for some quality bonding time. This excited Rogue immensely, he could barely sleep the night before at the idea of Sting practically being naked and covered in ocean water. Oh yeah and the fun stuff too. When the next morning arrived, Rogue shot out of the bed and began preparing. He got his backpack and packed it with: Sun cream, a book about dragons, fresh, another book about dragons, 2 pairs of swimming trunks, etc.

BZZT! His flipfiorne vibrated from a message in the newly formed Sabertooth club groupchat. Several more vibrations followed.

Sting: “Does 2pm suit every1?”

Yukino: “Totes, can my bf come? 😊”

Sting: “K. @Minerva, I got a 6 pack 4 u like u asked”

Minerva: “Gud, won’t come otherwise”

Rogue decided to make his own contribution.

Rogue: “Who’s gonna mind da car’s while we play :P?”

Sting: “Doug can mind ur catto (thumbs up emoji)”

Rogue: “Ok… :3”

Rogue really didn’t trust Doug, not with how fresh had been acting lately. It felt as though once every few days Rogue would catch Fresh with a can of beer pretending to act drunk, while staring at Rogue and grinning, just like Doug does, it worried him. But that didn’t matter, today was for him and Sting to have some fun. His phone vibrated and he was very surprised to see Lilac was online for once.

Lilac: “2pm suits me”

Everyone gave their own shocked reactions to her presence, it didn’t affect Rogue quite as much though since he had joined for the least amount of time, so he turned his phone off and put it in his backpack. He waited for 3 hours before finally leaving since he got ready really early. When he arrived at the beach he headed to a public bathroom and got out of his clothes and slipping on both pairs of swimming trunks (you never know what might happen).

He stepped out to see everyone was having fun, Fresh had somehow escaped his backpack and was making sandcastles with Doug and Minerva. Sting was setting up a volleyball net with help from who he assumed was Lilac. Off to the side was Sorano, Yukino and her boyfriend, all on a blanket. Yukino’s boyfriend was sat behind her putting some sun cream on. Rogue was a tad confused, he always thought that Sorano absolutely hated Yukino’s boyfriend, he decided before he talked to Sting he’d warm up a bit by investigating whatever was going on, so he headed over and sat down on the remaining space of the blanket.

“Hi Rogue!” Yukino greeted Rogue cheerily

“Hey” Sorano said, smiling slightly

“I thought you hated yukino’s boyfriend, did something change?” Rogue asks Sorano, she frowns slightly and begins to explain, “After breaking up with Sting I wondered for quite a while why the relationship couldn’t be like Yukino’s, eventually I realised that maybe they were just perfect for eachother, and anyone who can make Yukino this happy is good in my books. No matter how annoyingly loud they are.”

The two lovers blush slightly at Soranos words but focus on talking to eachother. Rogue nods along, “Wow…” he wonders what it would be like if it were he and rogue in Yukino and her boyfriend’s place, he would get to feel Sting’s muscular body under his hands. He shook his head and left his day-dreaming state, standing up, “Well, have fun I guess…”

He headed over to Sting who was playing beach volleyball with Lilac now. After their current game, Sting looked over to Rogue and grinned, waving, “Hey Rogue! Glad you could make it! Now that everyone’s here, we can start the beach volleyball tournament!” So everyone gathered round to sort themselves into teams. Then Minerva piped up, “Sting, since you’re the sports nerd out of us you need a bad teammate to balance it out.” Sting thought for a moment then nodded in agreement, putting his strong, firm, large hands on Rogue’s shoulder. “I’ll team up with Rogue since he doesn’t do many sports.”

Rogue blushed like the red dragons in the books he left in his backpack. Did Sting really say he thought Rogue was worthy of being THE legendary Sting’s teammate in beach volleyball, one of the most competitive games of all time? Was Rogue truly a worthy adversary to the legendary Sting Eucliffe? Could he do him proud? His thoughts were interrupted by Lilac speaking, “Hey wait, where’s Yukino and her boyfriend?”

Sorano shrugged with a smile on her face, “They went off on their own to explore the sand dunes on their own, cant blame them, last time Yukino played beach volley ball it didn’t go so well for her face.”

“Fair enough” Sting responded as he began to put the others into teams. Lilac and Sorano would be in a team together, and since Doug and Fresh were both cats, they would both be on a team with the incredibly drunk Minerva.

And so, the games began. First it was Lilac and Sorano up against Rogue and Sting. Rogue made sure to keep a good distance from Sting so he didn’t faint mid game. Sting started off by serving and Lilac returned it with little difficulty. Sting followed by hitting it towards sorano who didn’t react in time, getting Sting and Rogue the point. The games continued until it was 4-4, Sting had been carrying the team but Lilac and Sorano played well too. Rogue had yet to touch the ball. Until it hit him square in the face. During a crucial moment, sorano hit the ball towards Rogue to catch him off guard and did, but when the ball collided with his face it was launched in the air, giving Sting a chance to Spike it and get them the victory. Rogue lay on the floor in surprise as Fresh came over.

“Well done Rogue! Ribbit!” They said. Rogue smiled and reached his hand up, stroking the back of the cats head before standing up and moving away as Fresh, doug and Minerva got on to play against Sorano and Lilac. Meanwhile Rogue sat in the sand, chatting with Sting.

“That was really good what you did there Rogue, totally came in clutch at the last second. High five!” Sting said, holding up his hand for Rogue. Unfortunately, Rogue hadn’t been paying attention, he was too busy gazing into Sting’s majestic eyes, it made him wonder, what was Sting doing? Was his hand up because he wanted them to hold hands? Was this some cool popular kid romance thing that he didn’t know of yet? Reluctantly, he reached his hand over and put it up against Sting’s, simply holding it there. Sting began to look a tad confused and pulled his hand away after a few sweet, memorable seconds. Rogue blushed to himself and looked down in the sand. Then there was a sudden cheering and Rogue looked to see sting grabbing hold of the two cats, hugging them tightly… too tightly. Fresh looked like they were struggling to breath, beneath that smile Rogue could sense fear, he assumed at least.

Rogue took no time jumping into action, he didn’t see Sting anymore, he just saw red. He shot up and charged at sting, bashing into him at full force, knocking the two cats out of his arms in surprise (though not really out of pain since Rogue wasn’t all that physically strong. Sting turned suddenly and exclaimed, “Dude, what the hell?!” but Rogue had already wound up a full force punch to his face. Unfortunately for Rogue, Sting had already locked in and caught his fist in midair, still rather surprised at the sudden anger. In reality, being around Sting for so long while he was shirtless had a big effect on Rogue, it was messing with his mind, he was practically drunk with nervousness and it turned quickly into rage over the smallest things. Sting reluctantly defended himself, throwing a punch of his own, which Rogue managed to block.

The fighting continued and continued, now they were charged at eachother, like a dragon ball scrimmage, when Doug, the quick thinker, pulled down both of their swimming trunks. He knew that it would be the one way to distract them, showing off their masculine bodies to the world in an act of pure fanservice. Well, sting’s, since Rogue was wearing 2 pairs of swimming trunks, but he was frozen in place, stunned by Sting’s body now fully revealed, I wont go into detail at what he was staring at and what it made him imagine. Sting was embarrassed, blushing a lot as he covered up, “Doug! I told you to stop doing that!”

Doug responded coolly, “Kid, sometimes you gotta do whats right, no matter who stops you” he says, while Fresh looked in awe at Dougs confidence. Doug then walked over to the stunned Rogue and leapt up, pulling his second pair of swimming trunks down as he fell. Rogue yelped and moaned and blushed, looking down at himself, then at rogue, they were both naked, and everyone was laughing, and then Rogue fainted.

He woke up, surrounded by the cats, Sting, Sorano and Lilac. But he only saw sting, it made him feel something, activated something in it he thought he was over. So he reached out and put his hand on Sting’s face and said “…bap…” To Rogue’s surprise, Sting himself blushed, THE sting eucliffe. Rogue no longer remembered what just happened but he was happy, he felt good. “What happened?” Rogue finally asked, taking his hand away reluctantly.

The others looked at eachother then back at Rogue, Sting decided to speak first, “A monster got one of your cats and you fought it off singlehandedly, you got hurt in the process…” Rogue was surprised, he had never killed a monster before, so this was all very new to him. Sting interrupted his thoughts, “We should get packed up now, it’s nearly 6pm.” Rogue nodded and blushed, just barely standing with Sting’s strong arms to help him.

Once they were all packed up, they headed out of the beach, surprised to see Yukino and her boyfriend. They had ice creams. Sting decided to ask with a grin, “What have you two lovebirds been up to?”

Yukino looked to her boyfriend then back to the other Saber tooths, “Oh, just stuff. Exploring the beaches, chatting, then afterwards we got ice cream to… get back our lost energy.” Her boyfriend nodded and everyone else seemed to accept that reason. Not long after, everyone headed home, with Rogue looking back on all that happened with a blush on his cheeks. He would never forget this.

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“So you’re telling me… I have to take care of 2 of you now?” Rogue’s dad asked, displeased. He didn’t seem at all shocked by the whole time travel vampire catboy business, moreso the cost of an extra family member and the fact that he had to leave his bed at 2am in the morning to let them in.

“I- I can get a job, I have plenty of skills, I swear! I’ll help out around the house in the meantime too!”

Present Rogue nodded quickly, “He can stay in my room! He can take the air mattress sting slept on, it’ll not be a problem.”

Letting out a resigned sigh, Skiadrum stood aside, “Fine… just try be quiet.”

Future and present Rogue looked so excited to be living together as they went in and tiptoed up to Rogue’s bedroom. In under 1 minute, they had the air mattress out and Future Rogue was ready for bed (Rogue had been practising getting the air mattress out in case Sting had to stay over again, as a way to impress him. It’s safe to assume that was the same case in Future Rogue’s timeline.)

The lights were out, everyone was cozy and tired in their respective beds and Rogue decided to say

“Goodnight… me? Can we have nicknames or something to make it less confusing?”

“Sure, how about you be Progue for past rogue and I be Frogue for future rogue?”

“…Can I be present rogue instead?”

Frogue let out a soothing chuckle and said, “Sure, then we’ll call you Progue, short for present Rogue. Now be a good boy and get some rest…”

The next morning, Frogue was shaken awake by Progue who shot up, “What is it? Are the FBI here?!”

Progue didn’t stop shaking Frogue and shook his head, showing his fiorne, STING HAD SENT HIM A PM. Frogue gasped and the two jumped about like young girls at a sleepover talking about boys. But then Future Rogue stopped, “You need to send him something back.”

“I- I can’t! What if he just sent the message to make sure I was okay without expecting a response? I don’t want to anger him…”

“Hmm, good point… the message only does say ‘Hi Rogue’ which doesn’t necessarily mean he wants to initiate a conversation… so… how about we send him a photo of you with the cat ears on? We know he likes that so even if he didn’t want to start a conversation it’ll make him happy anyway, Nyah!”

“GE-NYAH-S!” (Genius) Progue exclaimed, running and fetching the cat ears from his wardrobe and putting them on, he looks up at Frogue with the best doe eyes he can put on, which is less cute by the fact that his cat ears have no fabric left on one ear and were just a wire frame, but it would work on Sting because he’s definitely got feelings for Progue. Progue got ready, getting into his best cat boy pose (with some guidance from Frogue, the professional catboy and Fresh, the professional cat), and Frogue snapped the photo. Everyone gathered around to watch the big reveal and… he looked ADORABLE. It was perfect.

“He’s gonna be so flustered when he sees this” Frogue stated, with enough confidence that Progue knew he was right. The fiorne was handed back to him and he wrote the most interesting, attractive, stunning message he could, “Gm Sting, how are you doing today?”

“And… sent.” Frogue and Fresh both applauded his effort, letting out sighs of relief all round as they awaited his response.

“If this is all we’ll be doing while the school is getting repairs we might end up with heart problems from the intensity” Stated the literal mafia boss vampire guy.

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The next week was very boring, mostly just Progue sitting about in his bedroom reading books about dragons waiting for Sting to text. Frogue, on the other hand, was spending his time trying to get a job so he could stay at the Cheney residence. It wasn’t going well, turns out having “calling people a good girl” and “advanced interrogation techniques” as your top skills doesn’t tend to bode well with interviewers. Really shows how much society needs to change.

One day, Progue was sitting alone next to his phone, waiting for a message, when one arrived! It was on the groupchat (which had been dead for weeks, probably because of the dragoncord server. It was from Yukino, pinging Rogue directly. It said

“@RogueUWU1 the Fiore royal family is funding the repairs for the school personally! We’ll be starting school again next week and, you’re never going to believe it, rumour has it that the princess of Fiore herself is going to be transferring to our class, isn’t that amazing!”

Rogue gasped as he read the message. The princess of Fiore? She was powerful, she could legally make Sting Rogue’s husband by royal decree and Sting couldn’t do anything about it… This was worth considering. But there were so many things that the princess of Fiore could do for him… he could get so many books about dragons out of this, she could maybe even get him a pet dragon! So Rogue decided that he should do research online about her, so that whenever he would get a chance to speak with her, she would see how much he knows about her and would give him a red dragon for free as a pet.

Rogue began researching the Fiore royal family until he got distracted by a social media post from Sting. Though Rogue’s phone wasn’t capable of using social media, Sting was always so thoughtful as to send screenshots of his posts to Rogue so he doesn’t have to miss out. This distraction lasted until 1am, Rogue needed sleep, but seeing Sting’s divine words was too much for Rogue, it left him in a state of pure bliss where all thoughts are inferior to whatever he may say. The post in question was a picture of a burnt (probably intentionally done so for humbling purposes knowing Sting) dinner, with the caption “I made din dins :)”. Rogue fell asleep fantasizing Sting making him din dins while kissing him and loving him and sleeping with him.

Monday arrived faster than the iconic speed dragon, known for its speed. Rogue was ready, he knew so much about the princess of Fiore that she would just have to buy him a pet dragon and marry him to Sting, he knew both her first name and… her last name. He was going to be fine. The school seemed so full with all the people crowding in the hallways, it seemed they were all waiting for the princess to arrive. Eventually, Rogue found Sting among the crowd and made his way over to him. He didn’t seem very happy.

“Hey dude, you hear the news?”

“Y- yeah, the princess of Fiore is joining our class” Rogue blushed

“I know… it’s annoying, I’m meant to be the popular one, but with her around she’s going to be the centre of attention. Come on, lets just get to class quick before we end up like a lion in a buffalo stampede.” Rogue nodded in agreement and the two made their way back to class. Despite being closer than ever, they still felt so far apart, perhaps because Rogue still sat in the back corner alone and Sting at the front because the teacher loves him. It’s not fair, why can’t Rogue have that power?

Once the clock reached 9am, people began to pour into the room, the seats were filled with the usual faces, though a seat was missing where Erza used to sit in front of Lucy, it was a sorry sight but Rogue was more focused on the two people standing at the front in the middle of the room, Gajeel was in a different class so there was no seat missing for him. Rogue recognised one of them immediately, it was Hisui… he forgot her last name, and it seemed as though the person next to her was her bodyguard? He had a snake around his neck, Rogue felt like he was getting déjà vu at the sight, but he couldn’t quite put a finger on why. The teacher stood up, cup of coffee in hand and began to speak.

“Alright class, settle down, it’s a Monday morning, there’s no reason for you to be this excited. Anyway, we have 2 new students in our class today… lets see their names here” he glances at the register, takes a sip of his coffee and says, “Princess Hisui Fiore, and… Erik. Any questions?” Rogue was fuming, he lost all the advantages he gained from his research in only 5 seconds.

Sting stuck his hand up and didn’t wait to be called upon, “Why is she here?”

Professor Strauss sighed and explained, “Her family funded the repairs to the hall after some kid tripped or something, they want to get their moneys worth so instead of being home schooled, they sent their own kid here for some reason. Alright, that’s enough questions.”

Professor Strauss glanced around the room to see where they’d sit, then turned to Erik, “You, kid, go sit in front of Heartfilia.” He says, pointing to the empty seat, then turned to the princess who smiled in an attempt to be nice, “You can go sit at the back, Cheney has an eye like a hawk, so no getting into trouble or your outta here.” He chuckles at his own humour. Hisui nods and gracefully makes her way to the back, ignoring the gawking of other students and making her way to the one student who wasn’t looking anywhere near her, Rogue. Rogue’s mind had wandered back to not being able to sit beside Sting so he wasn’t really paying attention to what was going on.

She sat down with Rogue and smiled at him, saying, “Hi there, I’m Hisui, wanna be friends?” she asked, offering to shake his hand. Rogue jumped at the sudden speaking beside him and turned to face her, he hadn’t heard what she said but saw the hand before him. Having been in a similar situation before, Rogue knew not to fall for the trap that was before him, last time he was embarrassed when touching stings chapter while on the beach when he actually wanted a high five, so Rogue high fived her hand, catching her off guard.

“Heheh… ow… whats your name?” She asks, trying to still be friendly.

“I- I’m Rogue… wanna be friends?”

“Erm… sure…”

The teacher didn’t seem to really care that they were talking, he was busy talking about something unimportant things. Rogue looked over to Sting, who was looking back, longingly. Rogue blushed and decided to use his newfound royal influence to ask Hisui. “H- hey… do you think you could legally make Sting popular again?”

“Erm… I don’t think I can do that…” she looked back over at Sting, “Him? Are you two friends?” she asked before looking at Rogue.

Rogue blushed, he had been completely called out on his subtle manipulation attempt, she was sharp, too sharp. He would definitely need to consult his future self when he gets back from school. He decided that it was best to admit the truth. “I- I really like him…” Rogue said, keeping it ambiguous through his use of language, Rogue may have been defeated in the first battle of wits, but it wasn’t over yet.

Hisui gasped and clapped her hands together, “That’s amazing! I… don’t really like that many people in the castle… except erik, he’s my bodyguard. He’s nice but he talks about work too much… and snakes…” she lets out a sigh, “I bet you’d really love to be sitting with him right now, wouldn’t you… Oh! I have an idea!”  she sticks her hand up, Rogue desperately attempts to stop her, she’s going to tell the entire class that he has feelings for Sting, he just knows it.

“Teacher! Teacher! I can’t hear what your saying! Can I sit in the front row?” she asks. Professor strauss lets out a long, drawn out sigh, “Fine. Orga, you can move to the back, I’m sick of hearing your voice.”

Orga lets out a sound that was very reminiscent of a killer whale, hence his mocking nickname, “Orca.” He was in the singing club, nobody knew why. Hisui spoke up again, “U- umm, maybe I could sit in front of you teacher? In case I need help?”

Professor strauss let out a drawn out groan. “Fiiiine. Eucliffe, get out of my sight and sit next to cheney.”

“Yessssss” Rogue said to himself as Sting came over and sat next to him with a grin, Hisui was in his good books now. Today was a good day.

Later, at

“It’ll be interesting to see how this plays out, I left the academy before all this business happened to become the perfect man…” Frogue said, “If I could give you any advice? Get close with her, she could help you legally get married to Sting”

Progue gasped, hugging the pillow closer to his chest, “I know right! That’s what I was thinking! I’ll try my best… hows the job hunt going?”

Frogue sighed, “I had another interview today… no luck. My old recruiter doesn’t remember me of course so he isn’t an option. But on a more positive note, I discovered the bounty board, where I can put my skills to good use and hunt people for a couple of pennies.”

“Wooah… your so cool Frogue…”

“I know, I’m really cool… by the way, do you want me to bring Fresh with me like I had been today? It’s not a problem (uwu).”

Progue shrugged, “I don’t see why not, he’ll be in good hands.”

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Lucy was ECSTATIC today, she had been in a slump about seeing Rogue kiss that mysterious stranger and Sting, but that was no longer the priority of her thoughts when she laid her eyes upon one of the new transfer students. He was perfect, he had a scar like rogues, he had hair (Rogue had hair  too, so they were basically twins), and, best of all, HE SMELLED OF SNAKES! It was as if a goddess of snakes and Rogue Cheney worked together to create a Magnum Opus. His name? Erik. This detail was burned into Lucy’s memory, she would never forget it.

Throughout class, Lucy had been trying her very hardest to get his attention, he sat right in front of her so she tried whispering questions into his ear during class but his focus was stone cold. He was a great student too, another dashing feature of the man before her. No matter what she tried he didn’t acknowledge her, but she wouldn’t give up quite so easily, Lucy wasn’t the sort, she was going to find a way to get in his good books no matter how long it took. But for now, trying during this class would be no use so she would have to wait until after. The long hand of the clock hit the hour and everyone left the classroom, despite Professor Strauss not being finished with the lesson, but he didn’t dismiss classes, the bell did.

It was a struggle to find Erik amidst the crowds of students, but she found him eventually, writing in some notebook of sorts while walking alongside Princess Hisui, so mysterious! He really was a dream boy, and as one does when they see dream boys, they trail them. After not long, Erik broke free of following Hisui. This was Lucy’s chance to find a way to chat with him, she followed closer and closer behind him, Lucy immediately recognised the scent of a snake, she could tell exactly what its breed, species, and its mothers maiden name was just from the smell. But then the worst possible thing happened, he approached SORANO AG(u)RIA. Lucy knew one thing about Sorano, she always needed to have a partner to make posts about online for her social media followers. As far as Lucy currently knew, Sorano wasn’t a fan of the arrangement with Laki, so she would most definitely take the opportunity to flirt with an innocent, snake loving stud like Erik.

The interaction was brief, before Erik left again. Lucy didn’t really hear what they talked about, but she got the general idea from their body language. Soranos remained largely the same, but Erik, he seemed so charismatic and friendly with her. That was bad news. Was he hiding a secret? Did her one (of two) true love have a secret relationship already with another woman?! No, this was impossible, how could Lucy have this ripped away from her so soon, Erik should be with her, not some random girl like Sorano whos already had a boyfriend AND been in a harem during this fanfiction alone.

Lucy wouldn’t allow it, no, she kept trailing Erik, discreetly moving down corridors and into gaps, it was a struggle to keep track of him, but she would, she had all the motivation in the world to follow this person she had only seen for the first time an hour ago and hasn’t had a single 2 way conversation with before.

Eventually, she was standing outside the school, and the mystery man was nowhere to be seen. She looked around desperately for him but he seemed to disappear… until she  heard his voice behind her, “Why were you following me?” Erik asked with an accusatory tone.

Lucy gasped at how sharp he was, he knew somehow that she was following him and was able to outsmart her with ease. She had to come up with an excuse for this and fast. “I- I wasn’t following you…” Smart, she was using plausible deniability, he wouldn’t be able to say anything in response to that! Then he began to step towards her, backing her up against a different wall, eyes narrowing before asking in a way that Lucy thought was romantic but really wasn’t, “Who are you with…”

Lucy went bright red, was this it? Had her unbeatable plan worked? He was trying to seduce her after her efforts, it was all worth it. For once, rogue was not in the background of her mind, she was only focussed on the man before her…

“I said…” From out of Erik’s backpack slithered a snake, it stared at her with a hypnotic glare (of course, lucy knew snakes couldn’t hypnotise and that the notion was ridiculous), but it was mesmerising how cool of a snake it was. And Plue could sense this, slithering out of Lucy’s own school bag and facing off with the snake. Erik gasped and hissed, “You have a snake too… Just tell me: Who. Are. You. With?”

Lucy stuttered and stammered; she could barely speak. Eriks snake moved closer to Lucy’s snake. She managed to say, “I- I was- Rogue was-“

“So you went rogue… Who did you-“

Eriks snake seemed to be trying to mate with Lucy’s, it seemed to Lucy like fate wanted them to be together, and it wouldn’t be long before Lucy, Erik, Plue and Eriks snake would be going on the most romantic snake themed double dates. Erik let out a grunt and pulled his snake away surprisingly gently, before laying it back in his bag and storming off, “This is not over!” Erik exclaimed as he left the school grounds. Lucy decided to settle with todays victory and went back into the school building for her next class… Her heart dropped as she remembered, the school was going to be trying to give another attempt at reproductive biology. After hearing about what happened in the last one, she dreaded to think what might happen to Rogue or Erik in this one given how close rogue was to being the subject of a practical demonstration with Mr Dragneel…

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Everyone was lined up outside the classroom, dreading what was to come next. At least, the boys were. The girls knew that they would just be sent out moments into the class anyway so they were less scared. Hisui, for some bizarre reason, seemed rather disappointed at this. Rogue could overhear the conversation.

“I don’t know, I just think it would be funny, we don’t have very many funny people back at the palace, they’re all dull and so focussed on their duties… Oh, hi Rogue! Whats your take on all this?”

Rogue blushed, he had been spotted, he had to interact. He could feel Sting glaring at them both during the conversation. He decided to keep it brief, “I don’t want to be here…” everyone laughed and patted his back, he didn’t even say anything funny, he thought, he was just being honest. Perhaps he should be honest more. Hisui was laughing too, “And why’s that?”

Another student answered before Rogue could ignore the question, “Mr Dragneel tried to get him and Sting to demonstrate how to have sex in front of the class!”

Hisui blushed with embarrassment at even asking, “Oh my… How unfortunate…”

The classroom door opened and everyone walked in,  and were immediately caught off guard by the fact that Mr Dragneel wasn’t the one at the front of the room, it was instead someone else, a younger man with short brown hair who seemed to be a bit wary. Everyone let out a sigh of relief, it was a substitute teacher. Still, Rogue moved to the back corner of the classroom, he didn’t want to risk being involved in another incident. Surprisingly enough, Sting followed, Rogue had poor memory and didn’t remember that all classrooms had an identical seating plan, but he was happy, maybe sting would protect him from any surprise attacks and get married to him.

“Alright class settle down. The normal teacher is still very ill from the poison attack that got them last time so the academy hired me to take their place temporarily…” The man began to write a name onto the board, “My name is professor… Dobengal. And I will be giving you your education on sex.”

He wrote sex onto the board in letters so cursive they could compete with the average female Fairy Tail character. “Alright, can you all tell me what you know about sex?”

The class seemed a bit uncomfortable, perhaps because of the sensitive topic, or perhaps because they had no idea, the last lesson on it really didn’t teach them much. Rogue decided with the newfound confidence of sitting with sting, that he’d answer the question. He stuck his hand up and the teacher smiled slightly and pointed to him, “Yes, you with the messy bun.”

“I don’t know anything about sex.” Rogue said with a smile, before immediately realising how useless he is and sitting himself back down, at least he could hear sting snicker. This honesty thing really was causing people to laugh. His cheeks were bright red as he looked upon the substitute teacher’s disappointment, who said with an exhasperated tone, “Anyone else…”

Hisui eagerly put her hand up, so did Yukino. Dobengal chose Hisui first, because we’ve had an abundance of authorservice already. “Yes, My Lady?”

Hisui stood up and eagerly began to speak, “Oh, sex is when 2 people who love eachother very much, get into bed together and make love! I… don’t know much else heheh…”

Everyone clapped and Dobengals frown disappeared, “Close enough. Anyway, in terms of the curriculum and what we’ll be learning, sex in this scenario will be in reference to intercourse between a man and a woman, not that 2 men and 2 women can’t have sex, that is called being homosexual, like I am. But enough about me, lets continue.”

Dobengal then began to draw up a somewhat inaccurate diagram of a vagina and began to explain each part and their function. Eventually, he got to the uterus. “Now for the uterus… when the sperm cell and egg cell meet, they form an embryo, which grows inside the Uterus, this is called pregnancy, which can only occur for a woman when-“

Sting shot his hand up and interrupted, saying, “But siiiiiir, Mr Dragneel said that men can get-“

“NO THEY CANNOT!” Dobengal said with a raised voice, his breathing now much faster than before, “A MAN CANNOT AND MUST NOT GET PREGNANT AT ALL COSTS.”

Sting sat down next to Rogue, both were confused.

“Apologies… me and… Lacarde, we go back… but I’d rather not-”

Then the door burst open, “DID SOMEONE SAY MY NAME?!” Lacarde stood triumphantly before the class while everyone let out a collective groan. Rogue tried his best to hide from Lacarde’s view. It seemed he had been coincidentally cleaning outside the classroom whenever he was brought up. It seemed that Dobengal was a bit shook, and Lacarde was just shocked.

“DOBENGAL?! WHAT ARE YOU DOING TEACHING THE CLASS I SHOULD BE TEACHING?!”

“G- get out… just get out… I’m subbing- I mean substituting for the class…”

Lacarde instantly seemed more casual, stepping over and sitting on one of the desks, “Come oooon, you can spare a few minutes, no? So how have you been? Found a new partner yet?”

“Please go… go on, go… walk out the door. Turn around now, you’re not welcome anymore…”

Lacarde grinned and clapped quickly, “He’s gonna sing a song, he’s gonna sing!” he said to the poor student whos desk he sat upon.

“You're the one who tried to hurt me with goodbye
Think I'd crumble?
You think I'd lay down and die?

No, not I, I will survive
Long as I know how to love, I know I'll stay alive
I've got my life to live
And all my love to give and
I will survive
I, I, I will survive

It took all my strength not to fall apart
Trying with all my might to mend my broken heart
I spent so many nights feeling sorry for myself
How I cried
But now I hold my head up high

And you see me, somebody new
I'm not that lonely little person
Still in love with you
Now you come droppin' in
Expectin' me to be free
Now I'm saving my lovin'
For someone who's loving me

Go on and go, walk out the door
Turn around now
You're not welcome anymore
You're the one who tried to hurt me with goodbye
Thinkin' I'd crumble
Did you think I'd lay down and die?

No, not I, I will survive
Long as I know how to love, I know I'll stay alive
I've got my life to live, and all my love to give
And I will survive
I, I will survive

Go on, go, walk out the door
Turn around now
You're not welcome anymore
You're the one who tried to hurt me with goodbye
Think I'd crumble?
You think I'd lay down and die?

No, not I, I will survive
Long as I know how to love
I know I'll stay alive
I've got my life to live
And all my love to give and
I will survive
I, I, I will survive”

Everyone applauded and Sting leaned over, whispering to Rogue, “I swear I’ve heard those lines somewhere before…”

Rogue blushed at the whispering and didn’t have time to reply as Lacarde began to clap slowly, “Bravo… you almost convinced me.”

Lacarde hopped off the desk and walked up close to Dobengal, “But I know the truth… you still want me.”

“NO! GET OUT OF MY SIGHT! I DON’T WANT YOU ANYMORE!”

Lacarde began to get annoyed but in a way that he’s still blushing, stepping closer to him “I forgot how cute you were when you’re angry. Deep down, your still my uwu smol twink goth bf.”

Dobengal shoved him away, “NO! I told you! Get out of this classroom! I have a class to teach!”

But Lacarde thought he was close to cracking him, but it was getting frustrating so he stepped closer, “Come on… remember the happy memories…”

Dobengal was getting more and more angry and tried to tackle Lacarde, so they were left fighting in front of the class, most of which were recording on their Ifiornes. Hisui, ever the pure hearted royal, stood up and tried to pry them apart. Erik didn’t show up today so she was on her own for this. “Guys, stop fighting, we can all talk it out.”

Lacarde, angered at the attempted mediator, barked at her, “YOUR FATHER WATCHES MY PODCAST!”

Hisui, hurt, moved back to her seat and thought about what she did.

Tensions being high, the two keep at it, Dobengal keeps trying to push him away while Lacarde takes a more… psychological approach. It doesn’t work until he says something that really confuses everyone and angers Dobengal immensely.

“Remember our nicknames for eachother? I used to call you Dobby and you used to call me master… what was it you would say in the mornings? ‘Master has given dobby a sock!’”

Lacarde was suddenly blasted out the door by a ball of rainbow energy, “GAY BLAST!!!” Dobengal shouted, the door slamming behind Lacarde, It seemed that he had struck a nerve. Dobengal tried to regain his composure…

“Anyway, where were we… oh yes, pregnancy. Y- yes… No man should ever get pregnant, speaking from personal experience, it’s very unpleasant… Now, onto the intercourse its-”

The bell rang and everyone ran out of the room, trampling Lacarde in the process. Rogue and sting left the room uncomfortable but relieved that they weren’t called up for anything, Hisui left in silence, taking out her Fiorne to make an important phone call.

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The next day, school was a bit more upbeat. Everyone in Rogue’s class was very thankful that they didn’t have to go through another biology class, so they were somewhat more attentive in homeroom. Except Rogue and Sting. Those two were whispering to eachother in the back of the class knowing the Professor Strauss couldn’t hear them. That was until he had finished all the boring announcements…

“Alright… today we’ve got some slightly more interesting news, and no, before anyone asks, we aren’t getting a coffee machine in the classroom… sorry to disappoint.” Nobody wanted a coffee machine in the classroom except himself. “Anyway, this month we’re going to be having our…” he does an unenthusiastic drumroll with his fingers on the table, “Class president elections.”

Sting put his large, firm right hand on Rogue’s face to shut him up. It smelt burnt, rogue let out a little happy meow at the feeling and act of dominance from the one he loved so much. The idea of running for class president appealed greatly to Sting. The idea of having such influence across the entire class, being able to change school rules and kick out teachers on a whim, Sting could get used to that… Ooohohoh, and the popularity. He could have Princess Hisui bowing before him, apologising profusely for ever stepping anywhere that could bring her attention. Maybe he could even legally make it a class rule that Rogue had to date him, that would just be perfect… But then the worst thing happened.

“I’d like to run for class president! It only feels fitting” Hisui said, standing politely and holding her hand up. Sting would have to compete with someone else for the throne… Uh, presidential status. Sting knew very little about democracy, just that he should be in control of it. Sting shot up, ignoring whatever Rogue was cutely blushing about, knocking his own chair over in the process and catching everyone’s attention. “I WOULD LIKE TO RUN FOR PRESIDENT OF FIORE!” The teacher spat out their coffee in what could only be considered an ace attorney reference by some.

“It’ll be a dark, coffeeless day in dragon hell when I let you run for class president Eucliffffe.” (every time Sting failed a test in his class, Professor Strauss would add an extra F to Sting’s name. This is reset monthly) He said through gritted teeth. He looked around the class and let out a yawn, sipping his coffee mug for more coffee. “No? I suppose that means-“

“Um… teacher…” Hisui said nervously, “I think you should let Sting participate in the election… For democracy. It’s only fair since it’s not fair If theres only one candidate. Who would people vote for if they didn’t want me to be president after all.”

She made a good point, it made Rogue happy. She wanted to help Sting. Sting didn’t see it that way. He saw this as a sick attempt at humiliation. He thought she wanted him to run for class president just so she could brutally beat him in the coronation… democracy thingy. Sting was incorrect. But he did want to run for president so he helped out by saying, “Um yeah… what she said…”

Professor Strauss let out an elongated sigh “Fine. You’ll each need to choose a VP and we can have a debate or whatever next Tuesday… Class dismissed.”

After everyone left, Rogue caught up to Sting, he decided to ask, “So… who are you going to make your VP?” Rogue didn’t really know what a VP was, but anything to make small talk with Sting. Knowing Sting, Rogue figured Sting would catch him out immediately and know instantly that Rogue was clueless.

Sting stuttered a bit as he hadn’t really thought about that. He didn’t really know what a VP was, but knowing how amazing he was, Sting knew that Rogue probably didn’t know either, since they were definitely intellectual equals. “Umm… well I’ve had lots of offers” (a lie) “But I was thinking… maybe you could be my VP? Yes… I declare you, Rogue Cheney, my…” he tried to think of what VP might stand for, but thankfully Doug helped him out and whispered the answer in his ear. “You will be my … Venemous Pirate!” Doug was laughing, probably knowing how reliable he was.

Rogue looked up at Sting with a twinkle in his eye and a blush on his cheek, “R- really? Thanks… I’ll do my best!” he said, before heading home for the day.

That evening, he was at home, having an evening chat with Frogue.

“So… Sting has decided to make me his VP while running for Class president!”

Frogue let out a squeal of joy, “That’s so cool! You’ll be amazing… whats a VP?”

Progue shrugged, “Beats me. Something about pirates…” he blushed, “Maybe I’ll be his right hand man…”

Frogue gasped, “We need to get you an eyepatch. Don’t worry, I’ve got this. I finally got that job as a bounty hunter so now I have the money for it, you’ll be perfect.”

Progue smiled and blushed, “Thanks frogue…”

Chapter Text

The mission was in jeopardy, things had already gone awry so soon. Amazing. Things were worse than Cobra had thought, and he rarely got things like this wrong. Already had a rogue agent found out about his mission and began to trail him, they even seemed immune to his advanced interrogation tactics. Even worse than that, they too had a snake, which had its eyes set on his own snake, Boa. His only trusted companion.

To outsiders, Cobra seemed to be Hisui’s bodyguard, even the princess herself thought that was the case. In reality, he was a spy on a mission, ordered directly from the top. This particular academy had something that the King of Fiore desperately needed: The ultimate Dragon academy Tome. Cobra didn’t know what it could possibly do or how it could shift the tides of Fiore’s political climate, but he knew that this mission was his most important, by a long shot. So as a guise to get close to the tome, he was acting as the princesses bodyguard as she attended the establishment, taking on the name he had given up when he left the orphanage, Erik.

Currently, Agent Cobra had only one lead, that most tomes were kept in the library, the lead was earned from Cobras natural swagger and charisma, tricking a fellow student into revealing the information to him. He would have had the mission done by now if It weren’t for the rogue agent who attempted to follow him, causing him to leave the scene for the remainder of the weak. During that time, many things happened and were exposed relating to his royal highness, but none of which were part of his mission, so he tuned out Hisui’s ramblings as she gave him the rundown on what had happened.

The following Monday, Hisui was talking to one of her new friends, a girl with short blue hair and an abnormal interest in stars, Cobra took his chance to proceed with his mission and find the library. To avoid bringing attention to himself, he decided to keep his plan simple, he would get up and leave, hoping nobody noticed. Except the rogue agent, but that was unavoidable. The plan was almost successful, he had managed to get to the door, but then all the students went silent as the teacher spoke up, “Erik, back to your seat.”

“Sir, this is incredibly important.”

Professor strauss let out a sigh, “Can it wait until lunch? It’s starting in 5 minutes anyway”

Agent cobra knew he was beat. He had no excuse for this. He would fail his mission at this rate. He had a walk of shame back to his seat. Once he made it back he heard a sad hiss from Boa inside his bag. “I know Boa, but it’s not over yet.” Agent Cobra had one last plan, he would run at the speed of light and leave the classroom before anyone had perceived his departure, it was the perfect plan.

“Erik, that’s an after school detention, your almost as bad as Eucliffe” Professor strauss said the moment Cobra had stood up. Maybe it would be best to wait the extra 3 minutes until the lunch break instead. Though it would put him at the disadvantage of having the rogue agent following him, he could already feel her burning a hole into his back with her gaze.

Lunch arrived approximately 3 minutes later and Agent Cobra was already out of the classroom. He began searching the school up and down for clues as to the whereabouts of the library but had no luck, eventually he arrived at a crossroads. To the left was the locker area, to the right were the stairs to the next floor, and straight ahead lead him to the sports hall, where the dragon ball team was practising. Then he felt it, the cold hand of death on his shoulder, his time was up, he was finished. The mission was down the drain, his main goal now was to survive the clutches of the rogue agent…

“Hi Erik!” Lucy said, releasing his shoulder and standing awkwardly close to him. The unexpected behaviour threw agent cobra in a loop, perhaps she was acting natural to keep her cover, even from him. Damn, she was good. But Cobra could play the same game.

“Hi… you.” Cobra responded. Nailed it. She was so caught off guard by his response that she was blushing with embarrassment, but the game had only begun.

“So… I’m lucy… sorry about what happened last week… I was wondering if maybe… I could be your friend?” she asked, holding his arm with her hands, essentially trapping him in place and forcing an answer. Cobra had done research however, he had read many novels about life in high school so he was the best agent suited for this role.

“Hmm… I will if you tell me where the library is…” Genius maneuver Cobra. Now she had to reveal this information.

“Sure! Come with me!” she responded, taking his hand in hers and running through the hallways, leading him to his destination. He didn’t like that she held his hand, it meant his escape options all required breaking it before he could leave, which was certainly in his capabilities, but it would waste precious time. He had to slow his pace dramatically so Lucy could stay caught up to him, but it was still within his capabilities. Eventually, they reached the library.

“Sooooo, why are you here? Getting books about snakes? Or… maybe something else? Maybe romance novels? I won’t judge…” Lucy said, giggling slightly, whatever was going on in her mind was unreadable to Agent Cobra, too many snakes in there and too much rogue. He came up with the best response he could.

“That’s classified.” She giggled in response, but Cobra knew he was winning here. Upon entering the library, he quickly noticed that it was completely empty on the inside, with the exception of a sleeping librarian. Without wasting a second, he began searching the shelves for the ultimate dragon tome, but to no avail. The only problem? The Rogue agent claiming to be called ‘Lucy’ was clinging to his arm. Escape would be impossible, but his mission came first, his life came second. So the search continued

“Ultimate dragon tome… ultimate dragon tome… where are you…”

Lucy looked up at Cobra, “Erik… are you looking for the ultimate dragon tome?”

A rookie error from Agent Cobra, but lying now would be pointless, so would showing his shock. “Yes.”

“It’s not here… The headmaster keeps It in his office. Why would you need it anyway?”

“Classified.”

Drat. The mission continues. He was about to leave when the bell rang, signalling the end of lunch. So Agent Cobra headed to his next class, dragging his captor along with him.

Chapter Text

The saber tooth club was together again, hanging out for another one of their meetings, it seemed to rogue that everyone thought sting was going to win.

“So! As the soon to be president of Fiore, I need to obtain votes. So can I count on the rest of you to vote for me?”

Sorano paused a moment but then nodded, she didn’t care at all about politics, it wasn’t that interesting to her, so it didn’t cause her any harm to vote for him. Minerva wasn’t listening, being very drunk while venting to sorano about alcohol prices, so she just guessed what sting said.

“Oh, yeah, sure, whatever…”

Yukino was looking at her phone, presumably texting her boyfriend and didn’t even bother answering. Sting took that as a yes of course. While all this was going down, Rogue was panicking. He wanted to be the best VP that he could for Sting, he could already imagine the results now if he won and did well…

“Oh Rogue, you were such a good VP” Sting would whisper seductively, “I couldn’t ask for a better right hand… maybe… you could be my VP… in love… lets get married.”

Rogue blushed at the thought, Sting was so dreamy, all the time. Suddenly, Rogue’s thoughts were interrupted by Sting grabbing him by the arm and pulling him up from his seat.

“Alright! Me and Rogue are off to get votes now, don’t cause too much trouble while I’m gone” and with a wink, sting had left, with rogue being dragged behind him. Upon regaining his composure and figuring out how to walk again, Rogue walked beside sting as he spoke.

“We need votes and what better way to do that than to go out into the public and convince the people.Lets start with that guy over there” Sting said, pointing out a large figure in the corner, holding his books close to his chest. Immediately recognising him, Rogue hid. Laxus Dreyar. After the maid café incident, Rogue couldn’t show his face anywhere near Laxus, he’d surely be pummelled if he even tried to apologise… Sting however, swaggered up to Laxus like it was nobodies business.

“Hey, you there! Big guy!” it seemed sting didn’t know laxus personally like Rogue did… “I’m running for president of fiore and I want your vote. Tell me, whats your name?”

“My name is Laxus Dreyar and I'm a pretty normal guy. The only thing that stands out about me is that I'm insanely powerful. But I'm too anxious to talk to my crushes. Uwu~. They're so cool and confident. I can never measure up. I'm such an airhead-“

Sting stuck a finger in laxus’ mouth to shut him up, “Yeah yeah, no one asked. So will you vote for me? Your weird crushes will probably like you more if you do.”

Laxus reluctantly nodded and Sting removed his finger with a grin, while Rogue jealously watched on. Rogue wished sting would put his large, veiny, inhuman fingers into his mouth. In fact, rogue would enjoy it so much more if Sting just put both of his hands in rogues mouth and leave them there, it would be so hot. To Rogue.

Moments later, rogue was shocked as sting yanked him out of his hiding spot and dragged him on to the next voter. To rogue’s surprise, sting talked to him. “This time, you’re going to do the talking and I’m going to go find someone else to vote for me, you can go and get that person to vote for me”

Sting’s finger pointed to an unfamiliar face in the crowd. Perhaps a transfer student? Rogue wasn’t sure what to do, worst of all, they were pretty cute… he awkwardly stepped over and tapped their shoulder. He watched as they turned around to face him and spoke with a friendly tone.

“Hi! Nice to meet you! Whats your name?”

“R- rogue… whats yours?”

“Oh, right, I’m new here, a transfer student from a different school. My name is (Y/N).”

“That- that’s a pretty cool name…”

“I know! My parents chose it for me. So… why did you come over to me?”

“O- oh, well I was wondering if you’d vote for sting… for class president… I’m his VP…”

“Oh, well… what are his values?”

His values? Rogue had absolutely no idea what to say for this, but he managed to stutter out: “H- he has shiny teeth and… big hands…”

“Oh, I’m definitely voting for him then” (Y/N) responded, “It was nice meeting you Rogue.”

“Yeah… you too, (Y/N)…”

Rogue left, feeling a mixture of embarrassment and happiness that he succeeded with his mission. Not long after, he regrouped with sting and decided to ask, “How’d it go?”

Sting responded with his signature grin, with the sun reflecting off his teeth just right to light up the room, “Swimmingly. You should have seen me go, I really convinced them well… How about you? How’d it go?”

Rogue simply shrugs, and that seems to tell sting everything.

“Huh, so their name was (Y/N) and they’re a new transfer student. Got it. Anyway, it’s a slow process gathering individual votes, so I reckon we go to the different school clubs to get votes!”

Rogue blushed. He had never been to the school clubs before, he was always too nervous and he just wanted to stay at home and read his dragon books, but now would be his chance to see the clubs in action. Unfortunately, sting never told rogue what club they were at.

Upon arriving outside the room, the only clue rogue had for what club they were at, was what sounded like an airhorn coming from inside the classroom. Sting opened the door and went in, rogue reluctantly followed soon after. Turns out, it wasn’t a foghorn, it was just Orga practising his singing. They were at the singing club. Sting stepped up in front of the group, shoving orga onto the floor and shutting him up.

“Everyone! I have an announcement!”

Everyone death glared at him and Sting realised his mistake, and clears his throat, before singing…

“Your odds are slim,

The walls are thin, cavin’ in

But there is still a way, you see -

In just 1 mere percent of chance there’s possibility

I won’t sit back, and accept the hand we are dealt,

A fate that’s thrown out by someone else

There is a future I can see

Where I’m president, yes, me

Bring it on ‘cause I’m just gonna grow up in the battle EY

Pushin’ (past) the limit – I’m still burnin’ with fire

An’ for our future, I am fightin’

I gotta beat this nightmare

And ain’t nobody gonna stop me

Forget the past – ‘cause we’re livin’ in the pres(id)ent 

I ain’t scared of my past – and now in fact,

Forever I’m screaming out for my pride!

Now I never wanna see you cry

I will be screaming till you find the way 

I’m never backing down,

I will be soaring straight on through my presidency!

Now I gotta keep my smile bright

I’ll give my everything to find a way

I gotta burn off the pain, to get these votes

So now the rest of me can rest in peace

Now I’ll Strike Back

Inside my mind,

I pound the wall one more time

With all of the bitter pain I feel 

I don’t care what my chances are,

I will never kneel

Today the rain will continue on

And it’s all I know but never will wear me down

When there’s still a future I can see

There’s still future I can see

One I hope you’ll vote for me!

Yeah we’re head-to-toe in daybreak

Singers, vote for me now!

Don’t you ever stop, we vote it back in spades right

In a flash, (in a flash) we wanna hit that presidency

This is the time, to keep on living through the misery

Struggle – Sorrow

They’ll disappear like bubbles

But no one can extinguish my own eternal candle 

I’m running for president!

This fire burnin’ in my heart

It will keep lightin’ up to part the way

Nobody can blow out my fire – It’s destiny

I’ll rise above it, all eyes on me

There is no time to hesitate

I won’t lose sight of it – I’ll win the day

Don’t blind your eyes, if you’re lost on the way!

Not gonna lie, I’m gonna be your light

So vote for me! Sting!

 Ey, what are we living for? 

I live – for – this – Democracy

Uhhh… that’s all I can come up with so…

VOTE FOR STING EUCLIFFE!”

Everyone applauded, especially Rogue. They had most certainly gotten the message loud and clear. Sting bowed and pulled Rogue out of the room and said to him, “We can definitely count on their vote…”

Rogue had one question that plagued his mind though. “S- sting… do you know any other songs?”

“I- Uhm… you- yeah, totally!” Sting blushed through his lie but Rogue was none the wiser. Their thoughts were interrupted by Sting’s bag shaking. Sting opened it up and Doug popped his head out.

“I’m outta here, all this singing is getting boring…” So Doug hopped out of the bag and wandered off, leaving the two of them to keep walking down the hall to the next club.

On the way, Sting passed by jelial and said, “Buddy, Jelial, can I count on your vote?”

Jelial pointed finger guns back at him, “Hell yeah you can.”

Before the two walked on to the next club, Sting then spoke to rogue, “You… you can wait outside for this one… I don’t think you’re going to want to see what happens next…” before bursting through the door. Rogue could only imagine what was happening as he heard the sound of fabric tearing and wild manic shouts from sting and the rest of the class. Rogue could tell… Sting was tearing off his clothes, showing off his abs to whatever club this was to convince them to vote for him…

Moments later, Sting was shoved out of the classroom, holding his coat shut tight, grumbling to himself, “The name was too misleading, how was I meant to know chess was a board game…”

Rogue blushed as he saw in inch of stings chest… he was shirtless underneath. Rogue was right for once. He felt blood running down his nose but he just rubbed it with his sleeve, smearing blood over his mouth and around his lips accidentally, “What did you think the club was for..?”

Sting rolled his eyes at this. Wasn’t it obvious? “Well, the chest club, obviously, where people could show off their chests and work out routines to make them bigger.”

Right, that actually made a lot of sense, rogue stayed quiet as an apology for even speaking up, letting the two of them walk on to the final club at the library.

On the way, Sting passed by jelial and said, “Buddy, Jelial, can I count on your vote?”

Jelial pointed finger guns back at him, “Hell yeah you can.”

As that happened, Rogue felt some déjà vu, but shrugged it off and walked on. Eventually, they arrived at the library for the book club, hopefully things would work out better here. Sting immediately kicked open the door and stepped in, letting go of his jacket and revealing his chest and abs to the potential voters…

Rogue was very surprised at who was there. Yukino, Lucy and… Hisui.

Yukino averted her eyes from Sting, while Lucy was staring right at rogue, hisui too. It took him a moment too long to realise the blood from earlier had dried on his face and it looked like he had some sick blood goatee.

Sting knew when they had lost, Hisui had beat them to it. “Heheh… sorry ladies… didn’t mean to intrude…” he put one of his extra large yaoi hands on rogue’s shoulder and pulled him out. That was perhaps enough vote collecting for on day…

Later

“Wow, that sounds really embarrassing…” Frogue responded after Progue told him about what happened. As he spoke, he reached over to the desk to get the glass of water, but his catboy instincts kicked in at the worst time and he just slowly nudged the glass off the edge of the table, spilling It on the carpet and letting out a little surprised “Nyah!” at the sudden sound.

“Y- yeah… but I think we did well… how are things going with you?”

Frogue nodded, “Not bad, not bad… me and fresh have quite a good routine going, where I fight the monsters we have as bounties and they carry the body, splitting the work 50/50! We’re getting paid well, so dad will let me stay at the house for longer… I was also thinking about starting an ASMR channel again in this bedroom for some extra cash…”

Progue nodded, “That’s fine with me… maybe you could… teach me? You know… how to do… asmring?”

Frogue’s eyes lit up at the sound of that, nodding faster than Progue could comprehend. “Definitely! I’ll teach you everything I know!”

Chapter Text

(This chapter takes place from the perspective of Sting Eucliffe)

Pizza. Tv. Sports recordings. Could life get any better? Sting was absolutely living the dream, he watched as Christiano Dragonaldo dribbled the ball past the dragon, body slammed the opposing defense and absolutely slam dunked the hell out of the goal posts.

“HOLE IN ONE BABY!!!! CHRISTIANO DRAGONALDO NEVER LOSES!” Sting cheered as he sat up from his seat and pumped his fist in the air. Doug, who was already 6 cold ones deep, did the same but ended up falling off the sofa and falling asleep. Sting ignored that because the game was more important. Never taking his eyes from the screen, Sting continued to watch the TV when a strange buzzing came from under him, Sting had thought the worst, until he realised it was just his ifiorne, he had a text, he saw that it wasn’t from Rogue and was about to turn it off, when he briefly looked over the word ‘Debate’. It intrigued him. He opened the messaging app to see the message, which read as follows:

DaColdestOne (Status: Drunk probably): “Hi Stng, god lck for the debate tomrowo”

Debate…debate…debate. Sting had completely forgotten about the presidential debate for tomorrow, he wasn’t prepared at all, he needed to prepare quickly, so he immediately shot up from his seat and… how does one even prepare for a debate? He remembered hearing about them from lawyer shows that he had watched (purely for the action), all he remembered was that they involved arguing about stuff in fancy suits. So sting ran up the stairs and fetched his most convenient suit! Last time he had to wear it was a distant relative of Bickslow’s wedding… boy was that eventful. Anyway, he put the suit on, it was itchy, it was uncomfortable, it was tight. That was half the research done in sting’s mind, so he went back downstairs to begin the next phase of the research: watching experts in action.

He started off with one of the classics, world renowned lawyer PHOENIX DRAGON from hit series and video game adaptation, Case Attorney. Arguing with such ferocity, it was impossible not for Sting to be engaged with what was happening on screen. Phoenix slammed his hands on the desk and shouted his point at his arch rival, who stood with a smirk on his face and his arms out.

“You’re so close to being right about this Phoenix, but you’re forgetting one thing… only certified dentists can give proper molar checks” KM Edgeworth responded.

Phoenix, the expert in the art of debate that he is, slammed his hands on the table and flipped it over, tearing off his shirt and pumping his fists together, “Why don’t you try arguing like that between my LAWYER KNUCKLE SANDWICH!”

Sting changed the channel, he had understood enough from that small interaction to get the gist of the show, so he moved on to the next series, a classic lawyer series, Better Call Gooddragon. The master Lawyer Saul Gooddragon stood in front of the victim and asked, “Are you sure that this man is the person who committed this crime against you?” he said, pointing to the man at his table.

“Yes.” The victim responded, “That’s him.”

“Well, would you be surprised to know, that the person you just pointed to is not the defendant? Mr Smith, please stand up.”

And what do you know, a man identical to who Sting thought was the defendant stood up from the jury stands.

“Saul Gooddragon is such an amazing debater…” Sting mumbled, while eating a slice of pizza.

The crowd burst into shouts and arguments, the judge slammed their gavel on the table and the guards surrounding them shot their guns into the air to keep the crowd quiet. “Ugh… mr gooddragon…”

“Objection your honourless, because Mr Smith over there isn’t the one who perpetrated this crime either…” he says, stepping up onto the stand, walking up behind the judge and tearing off a mask from the judges face, revealing that THEY WERE THE CRIMINAL THIS WHOLE TIME!!!

Sting changed the channel again, just as Saul Gooddragon was putting the criminal into a headlock. Sting was mentally taking so many notes on how to be a lawyer. Next he was watching a lawyer show he wasn’t quite familiar with. The intro was colourful and it displayed the name, “JORDRAGON PETERSBOY VS 20 LEFTISTS” before the scene began.

“Well, before we start this argument, I think we really need to consider the anarcho-capitalistic definition in the lexicon of the word ‘Left’ and the socio-economic implications of that words usage in this Marxist authoritarian society.” Jordragon Petersboy spoke so eloquently, Sting didn’t understand many of the words, but Sting could tell the man knew his stuff from how fancy he sounded. His opposition spoke with a cluster of voices, they were all speaking over eachother and Sting couldn’t hear what they were saying, he couldn’t wait to see Jordragon’s rebuttal.

“Well, have you perhaps considered that you’re wrong? In this hydroelectric everchanging climate, judeochristian capitalist ideals might just abolish the establishment of you right handed left atheist discriminationists for trying to dilute the everchanging millennial system of communal socialistic ideals. How about that?”

This was getting intense and sting was sweating like hell, so he took off his trousers, for the sake of preserving warmth. He already got the hang of wearing a suit anyway, it didn’t matter that much. The crowd on TV continued shouting arguments, getting angrier and angrier as Jordragon kept his composure, giving the cool response, “Why don’t you try arguing your leftist beliefs against my FACTS AND LOGIC!” he held his fists out, on either hand, the words “facts” and “Logic” were tattooed on. Jordragon promptly tore off his tuxedo and shirt. That was when things got really intense, violence erupted in the crowd as the 21 person brawl begun, with jordragon clearly DESTROYING these liberals with facts and logic.

With the sounds of intense violence and battle in the background, Sting was beginning to fall asleep for the night, now perfectly prepared for the debate.

Chapter Text

Today was a day that would go down in history, Rogue was sure of it. He had stayed up all night preparing and waiting. Frogue also volunteered to stay up with him to help and practise. Why? Today was the day of the presidential debate, where Sting would let his knowledge shine and destroy his opposition on the stage. Rogue had written out hundreds of pages of notes in preparation, even though he wasn’t even going to be the one debating, he just really wanted to do his part to impress sting and show him that he was a worthy partner. If he proved reliable enough to sting, sting would maybe consider marrying him, which rogue would definitely accept, without any hesitation.

Frogue was just starting to wake up, stretching like a cat boy vampire would, his cat ears twitching in the process. He glanced over to Progue and let out a “Nyahhh~. Ready for the debate?”

Progue nodded in response.

“Great. I need to turn your bedroom into an audio recording studio while you’re gone if that’s alright. I’m gonna be starting to upload ASMR videos again and I need somewhere to record.”

Blushing at the thought, Progue let his mind wander to the scenario, Frogue talking sensually into the microphone, talking about how good a boy/girl the reader was. I mean listener. “H- h- have fun…” Progue left the room not long after to keep his composure, he needed it for the debate. Rogue glanced at the time and froze. He was behind schedule; he would have to leave RIGHT NOW if he wanted to be completely sure he wouldn’t be late to the debate. He sweeped Fresh’s legs out from under them before kicking them into the air, letting them land perfectly into his open school bag, letting out a little dazed “Ribbit…”. On the way out, he picks up a piece of pre toasted toast (they sell that in fiore) and carries it with him in his mouth as he rushes to the door.

SLAM! Now on the floor, Rogue looked up to see what he crashed into, expecting it to be the door. To his surprise, it was actually his father, Skiadrum, who helped him up. He cleared his throat.

“Hey Rogue, before you go, I just wanted to tell you, I really think that you- the other you, is doing really well. He was telling me about all the jobs he had in his time and I was thinking that maybe you could get a job… wouldn’t that be cool? Then you could buy dragon books with your own money instead of taking out loans on my account to buy them. I- I just really care about you and I think it would be a good way to give you some independence, I really love you Rogue and I think this would be good for you…”

Progue wasn’t really paying attention to what his dad was saying and shoved past him, rushing out the door. “Can’t talk dragon dad, I gotta go impress Sting!” he called out, while rushing out the door. With a shake of his head, Skiadrum closed the door behind Rogue. “Ah, Sting… of course.”

Progue rushed through the streets, ignoring the incoming traffic and jumping over the cars. He was on track to get school when he suddenly crashed into another person. Two in one day, how unlucky. This time, Rogue was rather surprised to see a face he had only seen once before, (Y/N). “O- oh, hi (Y/N), sorry, I didn’t mean to bump into you…”

(Y/N) shakes their head and gives a friendly smile, “It’s no problem Rogue, it was my fault too… good luck for the debate today, I hope you win…”

Rogue blushed INTENSELY and merely said, “Thanks…” before running off. He heard (Y/N) cheer behind him, “GO TEAM STINGUE”. He couldn’t quite hear how she pronounced ‘Stingue’ but he assumed it was similar to how it was spelt. Then he heard (Y/N) call out to him,

“ROGUE! YOU FORGOT YOUR TOAST!”

But it was too late, Rogue was already miles away by now, School mattered more than breakfast anyway. He kept on running and running, almost bumping into several more people but thankfully avoiding them. Eventually, he got there, and with a glance at the time he smiled, 7:00am. He was on schedule and still had 4 hours before the debate started. Close call.

Chapter Text

Rogue began pacing over the front entrance of the school, thinking and worrying about what might come out of this debate. On one hand: They could end up married after this, on the other? Sting might never want to speak to him again because of how poorly prepared Rogue was for this. These thoughts swirled through his head like 2 hamsters trying to run around on the same wheel, this lasted a grand total of 4 hours, where his thoughts moved to his newest worry, that Sting hated Rogue so much that he decided not to show up. There were now holes burnt into the carpet from how extreme he had been pacing.

It seemed as though perpetual motion had finally been achieved until Rogue’s pacing was interrupted by Yukino, who stood in front of him, “Hi Rogue! Good luck for the debate today! I’m sure you’ll do great.”

“Oh, Hi yukino, thanks…” he responded, blushing, compliments were still something unfamiliar to him enough that he blushed no matter who said them.

“You know, me and my boyfriend sorta debate quite a bit, it never really lasted long because it would usually just end up with us-“

Yukinos dull, boring, uninteresting ramblings were interrupted by the door slamming open and Sting, in ALL HIS GLORY stepped into the foyer.

“…cuddling.” Yukino irrelevantly finished, before looking at a text message on her phone.

Before him lay what looked like the embodiment of pure, unadulterated beauty. His hair was messy and dissheveled in just the perfect way that highlighted his humbleness and modesty, his face was just perfect, like he just woke up like that. If Rogue could wake up next to a face as absolutely handsome as stings for the rest of his life, he’d always wake up on time and he’d get out of bed excited. The suit he had chosen to adorn was perfect, just small enough that it really hugged against his chest, like Rogue wishes he could.

As his gaze kept going down, he was met with a surprise… Sting had made the BOLD and DARING fashion choice of not wearing any trousers… the way his heart boxers looked on his-

“Uhh sting? Why aren’t you wearing any trousers?” Yukino asked, interrupting Rogue’s inner monologue so very rudely.

Stings eyes widened and then dropped to his lower half, “O- Oh, crap, I- I- I must’ve forgot them… my nightmares warned me about this…” he looked to Rogue and quickly looked away, cheeks going red. Rogue did the same out of respect for Sting’s awesomeness. “L- Lets just head backstage and prepare…”

And so they headed onwards to the hall. Rogue needed Yukino to keep him up because he could barely walk at this point, stings underwear had that effect on him. Eventually, they made it backstage, Sting seemed somewhat concerned and decided to ask, “Hey, are you alright? Your eyes seem a bit…”

“Fine! F- fine! It’s just… just… an eye infection! Yes, very bad…”

Sting pondered for a moment then pointed in the air like he had an idea. He pulled a piece of cloth aside and wrapped it around Rogue’s head, rendering him unable to see at all. Sting was so smart, such a problem solver.

“Ah…. Thanks sting…”

Sting presumably gave rogue a thumbs up, but he couldn’t really tell.

“Alright, I’m going to head onto the stage for the debate now, wish me luck…”

Rogue let out a little nyah as he heard sting leave, he almost wanted to reach out to keep him here with him to reassure him, but he knew that undoubtedly, he would probably accidentally end up grabbing a random woman’s boob, it was a very common issue in Fiore so people had to be extra careful when blindfolded and reaching out for things.

Sting sauntered onto the stage in his suit and underwear, ignoring the audiences reactions and moving straight to the lectern. Opposite him stood the princess of Fiore, Princess Hisui E. Fiore (I honestly feel like that’s such a silly name that I’d make up). The principal decided to ignore stings state of undress and spoke. “Alright everyone! Thank you all for showing up today for the debate for position of Student president. Due to alphabetical order, we’ll let Hisui begin with her opening statement. Hisui, please take it away.”

Hisui nodded, holding several sheets of paper, she stepped forward and began to speak. “This school is in an absolute state of ruin, and if I become the president, I will make sure that doesn’t happen. We have serious issues relating to students covering school equipment with their saliva, Ex partners arguing when they should be teaching, pregnancy podcasts in school grounds, and LIVE DEMONSTRATIONS ALMOST OCCURING IN SEX ED. This needs to stop, and if you vote for me as student president, I will change that. I deeply respect my opponent and think he could be perfectly qualified for this position too… mostly” she briefly glances at his underwear.

“But I believe that if you want to guarantee change, you should vote for me. My father does run this country after all”

Lacarde storms out of the room, really annoyed at this attempt to cancel him. The podcast would hear about this. The principal cleared their throat, then narrowed their eyes with contempt “Thank you, Princess Hisui, and now… sting… lets hear your opening statement.” Many bad memories of stings troublemaking flashed through the principal's mind at just the sight of his name.

Looking out onto the stage, Sting knew he had their full support, all eyes were on him, probably not because of him not wearing any trousers, just because he’s that cool. He opens his mouth to begin talking, when from the back a voice chants.

“S T I N G, HE’S THE PRESIDENT FOR ME, S T I N G, HE’S THE BEST AND NOW YOU’LL SEE!”

In the back of the hall, Bickslow stood wearing a cheerleaders outfit, dancing around with pompoms and repeating his chant. Clearly, Sting had already secured his vote. Not far from bickslow were the rest of the harem watching him proudly. Surely, after this effort, nobody could outdo him. Sting was filled with determination.

Yet again, he opened his mouth and…

“Hello everyone, glad to see you’re all here” he looks at professor strauss and gives him the finger guns, “Big S, glad to see you’re here to support me.”

Professor strauss averted their gaze from Sting. Sting ignored this and continued his opening statement.

“In our current state of rulership, this school is an authoritarian capitalist dystopia. The Marxist members of staff in this establishment force us to sit still and work and work and work our butts off when we could all be out there doing things that actually benefitting us in the future, like playing dragon ball! Anyway, with me as the president of this universe, you millennial leftists who never lived one DAY under nuclear threat, can now reflect upon your woke sky. Hisui here made quite the non-binary fuss to save the school from intercontinental non-issues, but I’m here to make the real changes. Vote for me and I’ll OVERTHROW THE SYSTEM! NO MORE HOMEWORK! NO MORE SCHOOL WORK! NO MORE LEARNING!” Sting pumped his fist in the air, despite not wearing any trousers, he really got (like 3 members of) the crowd going.

Rogue felt as though his ears had been blessed by the gods to hear divine scripture being written as it was being thought of, he would set this as his ringtone on his ifiorne, it was just so inspirational. He took off the cloth and watched sting with a sparkle in his eye. Looking over at yukino, he asked, “D- did you hear what sting just said? He’s so cool…”

“Yeah, pretty cool…” Yukino responded, looking at her phone the whole time. It seemed she hadn’t been paying attention, but it was fine since rogue was.

The principal cleared her throat and spoke out, “alright, thank you Sting for that… productive, opening statement. Now that we’re done with that part, lets move onto the first topic of discussion! With how the times currently are right now, how can the school earn more money for its budget. Eucliffe, you may start.”

Walking away from his lectern, Sting moved to the front of the stage, prying the principals microphone from her hand. He opened his mouth again and-

“S T I N G, HE’S THE PRESIDENT FOR ME, S T I N G, HE’S THE BEST AND NOW YOU’LL SEE!”

He looked over to see not just bickslow chanting it, but lacarde as well… shirtless, with a crude drawing of stings face painted across his chest, where lacarde’s nipples were meant to be sting’s eyes. It looked very bizarre, but Sting ignored them and continued.

“We’ve been looking at this problem all wrong, you see, school finances are just like an important match of dragon ball. The ball in this scenario, is the schools earnings, the goals are…” he struggles to think of something to fit this analogy, but quickly comes up with something, “More money! We need to get the money, to the more money, then we don’t have financial issues, those issues being the dragon. If you look at it like this, If you vote for me, it would be like Christiano dragonaldo carrying the ball to victory, that would be our school. If you voted for hisui and she won, it would be like if natsu was the one with the ball, carrying it straight to failure and a lost match.”

Hisui was frantic and outraged after hearing stings analogy, she quickly flipped through her notes, throwing away her page that said ‘Dragon ball analogy’ on it. She didn’t have very long  to come up with her own point, when she was about to speak, Sting’s cheerleading squad piped up again.

“H I S U I, WORSE THAN STING FOR YOU AND I, H I S U I, SHE’S SO BAD I WANT TO DIE!”

she managed to spit out when it was her turn and the cheerleading squad calmed down, “W- we’ll ask our parents for money… that works for me…”

“BOOOOOOOO” a very determined sting says, giving a thumbs down to Hisui while booing. It takes a moment to regain his composure, but when he does, he presses a button which makes a pre-recorded “OBJECTION!” sound in sting’s voice. Hisui really wishes Erik wasn’t too busy to show up for this…

Sting gave his rebuttal, “Typical liberals like you, don’t understand the socio-economic tariffs that plague our monarcho-capitalistic society which result in plenty of fundamental losses in the market due to a lack of parents to provide the necessary funding to do this. And by the way.” Sting confusingly ended the point with.

“And by the way…” Hisui responded, urging him to continue.

“You heard me.” Sting barked back. Sting 1. Hisui: 0.

“Alright… that’s time up for the first topic, lets get started on the next! Lets see here… How do you, as candidate for the Class president of this school year, plan to make the school a better place. As we had Sting starting last time, lets have Hisui begin with her point.”

Now she was a little motivated, this was Hisuis time to shine, she lost the first round, but the second round was where all the greats won. Her great great grandmother won a war by doing the daring manouevre of going double or nothing with the opposition, that great great grandmothers grandfather managed to kill a dragon on his second attempt and hisui would win this debate starting on the second round…

“Well, I certainly believe that if we want to improve this school and make it more approachable and friendly to others is by funding the arts program. Arts are a fundamental part of learning, and frankly the dragon slaying academy could be a lot better when it comes to teaching it. For dragons sake, there hasn’t been a SINGLE chapter even mentioning one of the arts besides through after school clubs.”

Rogue was furious listening to this, he wanted to rush on all fours and knock her out cold for trying to oppose sting like this. The audacity of her to even try to stop him was disgusting. Sting started speaking and Rogue’s attention was dragged immediately to him, all anger leaving his body.

“Let’s see, if I wanted to improve this school, I… would have coffee machines built into every classroom, yes, all the students and teachers would have all the energy to learn to play dragon ball and the school would be way better. Isn’t that right professor Strauss.” Sting gave professor strauss the finger guns, and purely because of Sting’s sheer charisma, Professor strauss was beaming up at him, giving him the finger guns. Letting sting compete in this might have been the professor’s best decision, and Sting had another vote now.

“OBJECTION!” the pre-recorded audio of hisui saying objection played. She slammed her hands down on the desk and shouted, “Coffee machines AREN’T a good idea actually, because think of how much that would cost” she then took out an empty pamphlet of paper and tapped at it like it had important science in it, “AS WELL as the fatigue that would come after consuming so much coffee.” Another pre-recorded audio played her saying “TAKE THAT!”

• Dead even. The next round would evidently be the decider.

“Alright everyone, settle down, it’s time for the final round of the debate. The topic for this is… why should you be president? Hisui, you may start this one.”

With a clear of her throat, she began her speech. It was long, beautiful, logical, her voice was so soothing that half of the auditorium was asleep by the end of it, the other half had left because it was just so good, Sting would truly need to step up his game if he wanted to outdo this.

“Alright everyone, enough of that SNOOZEFEST from liberal hisui over there, time for some real action.” Sting takes the microphone and shoves the principal away, “I would be an amazing president, and it’s really clear to see, do you truly want hisui here ruling over you? Her dad already runs the country, why should we let her rule the school? When her pop pop and mum keel over, she’s going to rule the country anyway. Sting Eucliffe is the guy you want, anything you want from the school? I got you, coffee machines, six packs, and six packs.”

Hisui immediately clapped back without mercy, “Giving school students beer is incredibly responsible! A bunch of students drunk during lessons will only end in catastrophe. If you vote for me, I, Hisui of Fiore, will HAVE STING EUCLIFFE EXPELLED!”

Rogue was SEETHING, nobody can just get rid of sting, it’s inhumane, he wanted to strangle Hisui so much right now, but right before he ran onto the stage, a hand gently touched his shoulder, completely holding back. The voice behind him spoke.

“Hi Rogue! How’s the debate going? I was just gone because Cobra managed to get lost without telling me where he was, I- I mean erik, sorry…”

“Oh, hey lucy…” he said with a slight blush, she was a good friend, “yeah it’s pretty close… I think stings winning though.”

Lucy smiled slightly, “Oh, well I think you’ll be a great VP, so that’s good… good luck for later.” She says, before walking off. Later? What was later? Rogue decided to ignore that, the debate was intense, it seemed like it would never come to an end at this rate, but sting’s charisma made him the obvious candidate in rogue’s eyes, but it was then that Sting made the ultimate gambit.

“Alright, that’s enough out of you, why I oughtta…” he rolled his sleeves up and cracked his knuckles, “Give you a knuckle sandwich, of facts and logic!” before storming towards Hisui and throwing a punch at her. Unfortunately, Rogue was unable to see what happened next, for an inconvenient cloud of dust appeared around them as they stumbled around the stage, whatever happened, Sting came out worse, being thrown backstage. Rogue quickly made his way to check on Sting and make sure he was okay.

The principal went back on stage and took the microphone back from wherever it landed on the floor. “alright, that was… quite an eventful debate, as usual, votes will be starting from tomorrow. May the best candidate win!” Rogue was just about to help Sting up when the principal spoke again, “And now it’s time for the VP debate, lets have the 2 VP candidates brought up to the stage now, that’s…” she looked at her page, “Roger Cheney and Lucky Heartfilia, come on up!”

HUUUH?!?!?! Surprise, shock, fear, flusteredness, and any other emotion beginning with S or F surged through his body as he heard his name. He had prepared things for sting but he was so focussed on sting and the potential marriage to come out of this whole debacle. Reluctantly, he made his way up onto the stage and took his place at the lectern. Lucy did the same. Both were very flustered, and frankly, the principal was relieved, knowing that this wouldn’t be nearly as intense as the previous debate.

“Alright, after that, how about we start with you rogue, why do you think you and sting should be the VP?”

“Well… well… I- I really like sting… I think he’d do a good job… it would really make me happy if he managed to get this, and I want him to be happy with me…”

Lucy let out a little “aww” in adoration, then, blushing, began to respond, “W- well… I think… Rogue makes a valid point… if he’s going to be happy if sting’s president then… let sting be president… right?”

The principal crossed her arms and pinched the bridge of her nose, somehow, this would be an even worse debate than the previous one.

Rogue nods, “Yeah… and… if Sting becomes president, maybe I could finally read books about dragons during assembly to teach the students…”

Lucy’s eyes sparkled with excitement at the idea, “I’d love that… we should make sting president… like, right now… I think Sting should be president because… with rogue’s help they could really make the school a better place!”

The remainder of the hall fell asleep, even Sting’s cheerleading squad had left. STING had even gotten bored of all the agreeing and left to go get a celebratory drink, but Rogue thought he was doing well, and that’s what matters.

Suddenly, Frosch ran onto the stage and hopped onto the lectern and into Rogue’s arms, “You’re doing so well Rogue-meister!”

He was on a roll right now, Rogue was unstoppable in this debate, he was like a stoppable force verses a moving object, he just had to keep this up and Sting would marry him. “I… I think that Sting could make this school way better and if hisui gets rid of him it would mean… it would mean…” he didn’t think far enough into the sentence, so he just said what came to his mind, “I- I would cry… nyah…”

Lucy fell to her knees and begged to the principal, tears in her eyes. “Please! Please don’t make hisui president! We can’t get rid of sting from the school!”

The principal let out a resigned sigh and walked on stage. The debate continued for the next 3 hours, to an audience of none.

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“It was so intense, I- I didn’t think I’d be able to survive, but I used all my courage to make sting proud, and debated my heart out, I got so worked up and angry over it, but I think I won…” Rogue explained to his future self, “Then whenever I went to see how sting felt about my performance, he was singing with all the others, and I’m pretty sure he called me his sweet caroline! Whatever that means…”

Frogue’s cat ears perked up and he let out a little squeal, “Aaagh!!!! I think he likes you! You did so well…”

The two of them glanced aside and blushed. Fresh entered the room, feeling sleepy and wanting to sleep on someones lap, they looked to the two Rogue’s. Who was fresh supposed to choose? their owner or, well, their other owner? Frogue picked up on this in his moment of glancing aside and looked to Progue, “I have something I need to tell you, but first, we should probably sit a bit closer so Fresh can sit on both our laps at once…”

Progue blushed so intensely at this, he looked to fresh, then to Frogue, then to Fresh, then to Frogue. In his flustered mess of a mood, he just curled up into a ball on his seat and didn’t say anything. Frogue took this chance and placed fresh on his lap anyway, “Well, if you’re sure… Anyway, what I wanted to talk with you about, you know how I talked with you about maybe teaching you about being an ASMRtist…”

A loud crash was heard throughout the room as Progue fell off his chair in shock.

“Great!” Frogue, in his strength of being part catboy part vampire, easily lifted Progue back onto his seat, before promptly taking out a laptop Progue was completely unaware of. Unfortunately, Progue was too dazed from the prior news and the contact he had with his future self, that he didn’t see Frogue’s password.

“This, is dragontube, where all good ASMRtists upload their public content…” Frogue clicked a few buttons, moving to his profile. “And this is my channel… Frog ASMR, short for Frogue ASMR. It’s not very popular yet since its new, I only have 1 subscriber, but my videos still get lots of views and comments from them, so I’m happy for them… How about I show you some of the videos?”

Progue nodded excitedly, though nervous at how his mental state might be affected by it as a result. Progue scrolled through the videos that were released so far. His most popular video was, “[ASMR ROLEPLAY] Your catboyfriend from the future comes back in time to save you [M4M]” With 30 views. He scrolled on past that one, “It’s an art form, you know, all of these are based on personal experiences… well, maybe some of them were just dreams, but that counts too.”

The mouse stops on a particular video and plays it, the title of said video was enough to fluster Progue, “[ASMR ROLEPLAY] Your adopted catboy falls in a cardboard box and can’t get out [M4M] [PURRING] [EMOTIONAL]” Thankfully, it was a short 5 minute video.

A soothing voice faded in from the low-quality speaker that serenaded Progue’s ears, a quiet, soft voice, “Today I get to stay at home all day, so I wonder what I’m going to- (Gasp) woah, is that a box? It’s so big… Maybe my brother got some new books I could read… (the speaker let out little grunts of concentration that left Progue swooning)” It was so masterfully done, the dialogue was amazing, the voice was stunning, then, a tactful pause left the room in silence, before a slightly high pitched, muffled voice called, “Daaaaaad…” followed by the sound of claws scratching against cardboard. Absolute cinema. The rest of the story followed this poor catboy character trying their best to get out of the evil cardboard box, getting so close to getting out, only to tip it over and end up trapped with the box on top of him instead of how It was. This tragic tale ends with the protagonist beginning to purr, as they get used to their prison and find comfort in its isolation.

Progue was nearly in tears by the end of it, Frogue put a reassuring arm around his past self, “It’s okay, it isn’t real… don’t worry…” Frogue lets go to avoid getting flustered, he’s meant to be the professional teacher here, getting flustered simply wouldn’t do. With a clear of his throat, he closed out of the video, “Sadly, the industry isn’t all catboys and rainbows… it’s a cruel industry where the famous get all the views… here’s my number one rival…” Progue let out a gasp, and with unexpected speed, Frogue types the name of the rival into the search bar and clicks on the first result.

“Scarlet ASMR…” he hisses, “She has 1 million subs and lots of viewers…” scrolling through the videos, Progue could see why she was popular, ‘[ASMR ROLEPLAY] Your sexy maid berates you for failing your exams [F4A]’, ‘[ASMR ROLEPLAY] A Barista flirts with you for tips [F4A]’, ‘[ASMR ROLEPLAY] MILF Step-mom refuses to pay child support [F4A]’, ‘[ASMR ROLEPLAY] Your girlfriend reads dragon lore to help you sleep [F4A]’ . It really seemed she covered everything, maybe Frogue also did one about reading dragon lore to him, that would be nice…

“Anyway…” Frogue said, continuing on, “Now that you understand the industry, lets get to the best part, recording the ASMR itself. I have a list of ideas here and I’ll choose the one I think is best suited for you. Who knows, maybe if you become as good as me at this, we could open a Patragon account and make real money from this! Now, lets see what ideas we have…” Frogue took out a comically large whiteboard, holding it out before him and looking at the ideas from an angle that meant Progue couldn’t see what it said.

“Here! Perfect! Nyah!” Frogue exclaimed, before taking out a microphone and setting it before Progue. Before he knew it, he was already being recorded. Stuttering into the mic, he glanced at the idea underlined… ‘[ASMR ROLEPLAY] Your human boyfriend gives you an ear inspection while you drive [M4A][NEKO LISTENER]’

Progue was clueless, he didn’t know what to do for this, he didn’t like being put on the spot like this, it made him blush and nya. He needed guidance here, and guidance he got, as Frogue began to make surprisingly realistic traffic sounds with his mouth. Progue began to speak his mind, “U- um, hello, my wonderful sti- boyfri- romantic relationship haver… This car sure is nice… Oh  no, your ear, you have a little something in your ear… let me just take off my seatbelt and lean over and…” this was too embarrassing, but too invigorating, the shock and uniqueness of the situation left him feeling exhilarated, is this what adrenaline felt like? He leaned closer to the mic and-

BONK!

It was too much for him, he fainted and headbutted the mic, falling very unconscious.

“P- progue? Are you okay? I- I got good news…”

Opening his eyes, he saw a familiar face, his own, but cooler, and from a different future. He rubbed his head and sat up. “Nyow… what is it?”

“Well… I uploaded your recording and… it got 2 views! Look at the comment they left…”

The comment was amazing… all of Progue’s worries about it being received poorly blew away as he read the comment. ‘Slept so quickly to this I had 2 wake up and listen to it again. Great vid’ from a mysterious user named ‘StingDaMan5’

Progue shot to his feet and the adrenaline got to him again, immediately collapsing onto the bed and falling asleep, but at least he fell asleep happy.

Meanwhile, Sting Eucliffe lay in his bed, sleeping like a rock as he listened to his favourite underrated ASMR channel’s newest video on loop.

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If Agent Cobra didn’t complete this mission successfully, he would surely be a complete failure as an agent. He had been through his most gruelling mission so far, comparable to none… His area of infiltration? A school. His goal? To obtain the ultimate dragon tome for his king. All was mostly fine until he received new intel… the king has fallen ill and is thought to be close to death, so Cobra had to finish this mission quickly. Fortunately, he had the perfect opportunity today, the day of the school's presidential debate. No Hisui. No students. No distractions (Fingers crossed). He had a clear plan of action in mind.

1. Escape the hall unnoticed
2. Locate and arrive at the principals office
3. Obtain the ultimate dragon tome
4. Escape unnoticed and wait for the other agent to collect the tome

These 4 steps were well within Agent Cobras capabilities, which was perfect, as this mission needed to be done flawlessly.

Currently, Agent Cobra was backstage with Hisui, she was practising over her lines and argument, something about dragonball and Christiano dragonaldo, some political nonsense he didn’t bother to learn about, after all, Agent Cobra didn’t do his missions because of his country or beliefs, he did them because they were his job. Quickly, he began looking for an escape route, a way to get out of the hall and through the rest of the school. Then it came to him, he had brought just the contraption necessary to act as the perfect decoy… that his current budget could afford. This technology was a state of the art, cheap, ergonomic bolster with a budget friendly printing of Agent Cobras body attached to it. With the grace of a snake and the speed of a different snake, he made the swap, getting up from his seat and putting the body pillow in place. He slipped out the door unnoticed, step one of the mission, success.

Now in the school corridors, Agent Cobra carefully snuck through the school, being careful to avoid any suspicion or chances of being caught, by walking flat along the walls. Nobody noticed him, pretty sure. He roamed through the halls carefully, he could tell there was nobody he could sense nearby because he couldn’t read any of their minds, so he kept walking, still along the side wall just to be safe. Moments later, he came to an important realisation… he had no idea where he was going. AGAIN. Was this the end of agent cobra? Was this the one mission he would fail? Would the King of Fiore die sad because Agent Cobra was unable to complete his mission? Maybe the lieutenant was right in saying that Erik would never amount to anything…

But then, his snake, his one true companion, his best friend, coiled reassuringly around the Agents neck. A negative emotion suppression technique that the two had learnt about back when they were training in the academy for situations that required high emotional strength. Cobra took one deep breath, then another, slowly letting the sad feelings leave him. A spy that couldn’t complete a mission with emotional integrity was-

“Cobra! Fancy seeing you here! I- I was just passing by and I saw you in the corridor so I thought I’d say hi… hows your mission going? Have you got the ultimate dragon tome from the principals office?”

“Shhhh, that’s classified, must you resort to such dirty tactics in the field?” Agent Cobra had used a special technique in his arsenal known as instant composure, where in half a second he could go from a negative emotional state to one of complete composure, preventing any suspicion from being aroused. “I… may have struggled to triangulate the location of the principals office… I was just about to find it but then you interrupted my train of thought.”

“Oh… I’m so sorry. Well, how about in return I bring you to the principals office? Come on!” She hugs one of his arms and begins to pull him in the direction of the principals office, another deadly manuevre from Heartfilia, leaving Agent Cobra with no escape routes.

Within minutes, they had arrived outside the principals office. Carefully, Agent Cobra grasped the door handle, jiggling it a bit, before trying to open the door. Curses, the door was locked, and there was no sign of a key in the vicinity, it seemed that the principal had tactfully decided to keep the key with them when going to the debate… what solutions did they have here? Breaking a window? It would be incredibly loud and would likely alert security or another student… maybe they could find another entrance? No, of course not, it was an office, what office had 2 doors going into it?

“Got it!” Lucy exclaimed, opening the office door after picking the lock. Cobras jaw dropped. She was clearly an expert in the field, he hadn’t even heard her doing it amidst his train of thought.

“How- how did you know to-“

“Oh, I learnt how to do it with a hair clip in dragon camp!” She responded, simply grinning. “Come on! Lets go!”

The two headed into the office and Agent Cobra immediately began searching, but to no avail. Luckily, his trusty partner came to the rescue, his snake, who hissed in the direction of a locked drawer behind the desk, of course, it only made sense that the principal would put something so important behind lock and key. He looked to Lucy, hoping she’d do her thing.

“I… only had one hair clip.”

Agent Cobra frowns but his determination is unwavering, he quickly pokes around in his backpack and soon finds just what he needed, his box of hair clips, perfect for situations like these. He carefully took one out and used his own expert skills to easily open the lock on the drawer, pulling it out.

“There it is… the ultimate dragon tome hard copy…” He takes out the tome carefully and slots it into his backpack. “Great, now lets get out of here before- “

Footsteps could be heard approaching the office as the voice of the principal was heard saying “Ugh… what a waste of time…”

Quickly thinking, Agent Cobra looked to Lucy, keeping his composure. He quickly and quietly shut the drawer, and the idea instantly came to him. He grabbed hold of Lucy by the arm, thankfully missing the boobs (it happens more often than you think), before pulling her into the cabinet and shutting the door behind them just as the principal entered…

They could be in big trouble, but thankfully Agent Cobra had been trained to remain extremely quiet, back in the academy of course. He was also used to being in cramped spaces with others, which was a major part of his training. It seemed the same couldn’t be said for lucy heartfilia, who appeared to be hyperventilating and… whimpering? Thinking on his feet, Agent Cobra pulled her into one of the most useful holds in the academy, pulling her up against him and covering up her mouth. His snake let out a quiet hiss of approval, though Agent Cobra saw something different in her eyes, she looked like she just watched him dropkick her snake across the building. It was almost… disarming? Agent cobra snapped out of it immediately, he wouldn’t fall for such tricks of an enemy spy. He kept hold of her and paid attention to what the principal was doing instead.

“So glad to be getting this break from all the debating…” The principal moved to their desk and sat down, pulling open the drawer and… their mood dropped even further… “…I know exactly who did this…”  her eyes narrowed and she briefly looked to the cabinet and shook her head. Lucy calmed down slightly at that after tensing up. The principal shot out of their seat and stormed to the door, “LACARDE!!!!” slamming the door behind them.

The two promptly left the cabinet, letting out a sigh of relief, Lucy was panting, catching her breath, probably from fear and the intensity of it. It was clear that she wasn’t the perfect rogue agent it seemed… then she turned to him and grinned. “Say… since we have a bit of free time, how about we see whats inside the dragon tome anyway… I’ve always been curious”

“I- No- We shouldn’t…” Though, despite it all… Agent Cobra was feeling like trying something different for a change and reluctantly says, “Sure… we should probably be quick though, the king will need this soon.” He made sure to phrase it in a way that he didn’t give away the fact that the king was near death. Reaching into his bag, he carefully set the book on the principals desk and flicked open to a random page.

Lucy began reading: “’Woohoo! Go Saber Tooth Tigers! Nya! I- I mean meow…’ he said, blushing as he sat back down on his seat. Sting reached over and patted Rogue’s back.” She raised an eyebrow, but completely understood the point of the mission now. “Rogue and sting? Why are they…” she shrugs and brushes it off as a coincidence of names. She flicks to another chapter.

“Sting’s laughter was beautiful, like a choir of heavenly dragons had descended from heaven, singing praise for all of Rogue’s efforts. He sat up and rubbed his eyes, Sting still giggling away next to him.” This was getting bizarre. She tried one last page as Agent Cobra watched on with a concentrated gaze on the contents. Her eyes went wide as she read out the next part, “5 minutes later, there stood Rogue in his maid dress, humiliated, tired, and a little bit excited. He began to serve as best as he could” Her excited reading was interrupted as Agent Cobra slammed the book shut.

“That’s enough, we should probably get out of here now so I can leave this with my employer…” he picks up the book, hesitating slightly as Lucy lets out a little disappointed noise. Agent Cobra looks to his trusted companion, who simply nods to him, reassuring him that it was the right decision. They didn’t take their time in leaving the Office and headed towards the schools exit. Then Lucy gasped.

“The VP debate! I- I haven’t planned any arguments, I need to get there in time or rogue will be disappointed! Sorry Erik Bye Erik!!!!” She said, rushing away. Agent Cobra let out a sigh of relief. “Mission complete…”

That evening, the king of Fiore sat in his bed, coughing as he opened his ultimate dragon tome, “Ah… finally… now I can authentically read the Romance in Dragon Slaying Academy… I’ll be able to die in peace.” He says, flipping open the book, flicking the book open to the part he had left off on. “Accidentally donating this to the academy was the worst mistake of my life… now, where was I…”

He flicked through the pages, chuckling as he skimmed past certain jokes, before stopping at Chapter 24 and grinning, “Ah… that means that I’ll soon be onto chapter 25: A new season…”

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It was expected that today would be an ordinary day of school in the month of June for the Dragon Slaying academy, but when all the students were called to the assembly hall for a special assembly, everyone was worried. They poured into the hall and took their seats, The saber tooth club members (with the exception being yukino, who seemed to be absent for some reason), sat up at the front row, with Rogue sneakily asking sting if he could sit beside him, to which he accepted. All of them regretted their choices when they saw what was plastered on the wall up front. In big, rainbow letters was the words GAY and next to it was the word MEN in camouflage letters. Sting appeared to be unbothered.

“Gay? Why does it say gay on the wall?”

“Stingggg…. It says gay MEN… not just gay” Minerva slurred, her voice barely understandable from all the alcohol she had consumed. In response, sting rolled his eyes, “Yeah your seeing things, its just the alcohol.”

Rogue, daring to pipe up tried to speak, “Sting she’s righ-“

“Oh god, lacarde looks like he just got a man pregnant…” Sting moved protectively in front of Rogue so neither would see each other, Lacarde simply looked over at them and did a teasing growl with an animalistic hand gesture. Sting looked furious and growled back agressively. He didn’t like Lacarde one bit after the podcast, and the maid café incident, which was honestly understandable. Rogue didn’t try to stop him, he was flattered, flustered, and a secret third thing.

The growling match ended when the principal stepped onto the stage, wearing a tiny pin that was pink, white, blue, and black, not in that order. “Alright everyone… as it is June, we came to the decision that a Pride assembly was necessary. It is with great disappointment that I must announce, our notably gay teacher Dobengal has unfortunately taken a month long holiday from being the substitute teacher so he could join a local group to do a pride parade across the entire coast of Fiore… it’s safe to say we won’t see him for the next few months after that.” She let out a sigh and continued explaining, the lack of enthusiasm in her tone was apparent, “So we had to get the next best thing… the very generous, very famous, Lacarde, has offered to take the assembly for us. Please welcome, Mr Dragneel, the janitor, to the stage” The principal sprinted off stage and out of the hall for reasons Rogue didn’t want to know about but knew he’d have to experience soon enough.

Lacarde shot up from his seat enthusiastically and trotted onto the stage, “Hello everyone! Thank you for having me! The principal wasn’t quite right about one thing though, which you might have realised. This isn’t just a Pride month assembly, it’s also an assembly for mens mental health month! Now, all the single and ready to mingle men in the hall, put your hands in the air like you just don’t care!!”

Sting, despite his hatred for Lacarde, couldn’t resist putting his hand up when he was a part of something, Rogue followed suit, so did quite a lot of the hall.

Lacarde let out a cheer, “You go guys! Your doing the lords work here. Everyone else in the hall, give a round of applause for our yet to be impregnated soldiers here, they deserve it!”

A quiet, reluctant applause ensued as the people with their hands up slowly took them down, not wanting to be impregnated by Lacarde. After the applause died even further down, Lacarde pulled over a plastic chair and sat down on it, taking a microphone in hand, his voice lowering to something more serious “Alright, for all the gay people, gay boys, and yet-to-be gay boys, I have a story for you… lets quiet down, because this is a serious story, one of something I have never talked about on my podcast before (Lacardecast on spotify by the way), it’s one of… my very own past…”

Rogue was actually rather curious about this himself, most people didn’t truly know anything about Lacarde besides the podcast, the fascination with male pregnancy, and the allegations, so this would be interesting surely…

“I… was a much different boy when I was younger, I had yet to dye my hair blonde, and I hadn’t earned my impregnable confidence… I was…” a tear welled up in his eye and he spoke very quietly into the microphone, “A nerd… I had only a small friend group, I had a weird fascination with certain reptiles…  and I had my first crush… Yuri Dreyar… he was so tall, strong and blonde… he loved sports too…” he cleared his throat to get his emotions in check, “Anyway, there was only one man who I could trust… the schools janitor… He was the one who introduced me to male pregnancy through his column on the school paper about his experiences with it. It was him that I learnt everything I knew, and he was the one who changed my life… if this assembly is dedicated to anyone, it’s to him!” he stood up, crying as he cheered for his old janitor, “If you can find someone in your school whose like that, you should let him be your mentor, and maybe… just maybe, you’ll end up like me…”

Rogue was traumatised.

Was he going to end up like lacarde?

He worried a lot… Sting looked at him, almost worried for him. Mentally, he made a vow that day.

“Now… now that the emotional part is over, it’s time for something more fun, to keep you all engaged… the poor janitor Lacarde’s sob stories wouldn’t interest you. So I prepared something special for today… a dance. But I need 2 volunteers… I know just who I’m picking.”

Rogue let out a whimper as Lacarde’s pointed finger made its way towards him and Sting.

“You two! My favourite students and podcast fans! Come on up to the stage! Don’t be shy, it’s easy, you’re going to learn how to do the big gay dance! Isn’t that fun?”

The two reluctantly made their way onto the stage and stood next to Lacarde, Sting stood between rogue and Lacarde, for both of their sakes. They were slipped 2 sheets of paper, each with 20 fiorebucks clipped on. Rogue wasn’t gay (he was bi), but 20 fiorebucks was 20 fiorebucks. He looked through the different actions, they were generally simple, it was fine, this was all going to be over soon enough…

The music began to play while sting, lacarde and Rogue began to dance along to the music, but rogue didn’t care at all about the music played, he only truly cared about how Sting’s body looked while he danced… he moved with such a unique grace, like an angel falling out of the sky and into his arms. Nobody else was in the room, just the two of them, that’s how Rogue felt…

By the end of the song, the 3 were left panting, trying to catch their breaths. Lacarde rose to his feet again and bowed, “Now that we have the first part of the dance done, lets get started with the second part…”

Second… part…

A second piece of paper was slipped into his hand and he looked it up and down… these were just positions for 3 way makeout sessions…

“Alright! Lets begin, I’ll lead…” Before the two protagonists could react, Lacarde had a hand on both of their heads, slowly pulling them in as the music flared, pulling them in for a bizarre 3 person kiss…

The bell went off…

“LACARDE DRAGNEEL! THAT’S ENOUGH!” the principal yelled, “LET GO OF THOSE POOR BOYS, YOU HAVE RAN OUT OF TIME FOR YOUR ASSEMBLY… your lucky I don’t fire you…” the principal pinched the bridge of her nose as she pointed for him to exit, the crowd collectively sighed with relief. Sting and Rogue were left alone in the hall together by the end of it, trying to wrap their heads around what just happened and trying their best to recover. Rogue thought it would be best to get what plagued his mind sorted now… so he turned to sting and asked, “S- sting? Do you think I’m going to end up like Lacarde? His story sounded a bit like mine…”

He pauses and crosses his arms, thinking back to the story, come to think of it, he did think it sounded familiar, “Well… you do have a small friend group, and you are a bit of a nerd, in a good way… so maybe- No, what am I talking about, you aren’t going to be like Lacarde Rogue, don’t worry, you’re not like him… if you ever feel like you’ll end up like Lacarde again, tell me… I’ll make sure you don’t become like him…”

Sting could see the twinkle of admiration in Rogues eye… he knew he did something good today with this. He placed a large, strong, muscular, firm, assertive hand on Rogue’s shoulder, the two of them blushed, “Don’t worry… you aren’t like him. Just look at your future self, he’s nothing like lacarde.”

Ba-dum ba-dum ba-dum ba-dum ba-dum

Rogue’s heart was beating incredibly fast, Sting was touching him and saying nice things… just like what he had only dreamt of… maybe he was going to kneel down and propose next- No, that wasn’t important right now, that’s too far, rogue just had to savour the moment.

He looked up at Sting in adoration and exclaimed, “That’s right! As long as he’s here, I’ll be alright! Should I become stained with evil, the light would surely kill me.” He said it like he was talking about future rogue, but deep down, he knew he was referring to sting in this…

Sting patted Rogue on the back, “That’s the spirit! Now come on, lets get out of here…”

And the two left the school, standing close to each other.

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The rays of light shot through the window, the clock said 7:46 am and Frogue’s alarm clock was the soft purring in his ear from Fresh, who lay curled up asleep on his chest. His eyes slowly peeled open and he smiled, beginning to purr himself. Life was good.
“Fresh…”
“Nya…”
And that was the decision settled. Progue was busy at school, and It was far too early to get up, so the two closed their eyes and fell back to sleep. Work wasn’t until the afternoon today so they had the time to spare. As Fresh and Frogue settled in, Skiadrum peered into the bedroom and smiled, he still needed to have a certain discussion with Frogue, but for now, he’d let the boy sleep, he had a lot going on and he deserved it. Skiadrum walked over and closed the curtains for them and approached Frogue and Fresh, giving each a little kiss on the head before leaving the bedroom to let them sleep.
Later, Frogue woke up again for round 2, letting out a little silent yawn as he stretched (like a cat moreso than a human) in unison with fresh. Afterwards, he headed to the bathroom and brushed his hair. Sting would have wanted him to look his best, he missed his sting. He could try to get with this timelines sting, but that would be cruel, he didn’t want to put this timelines rogue through what he was put through, only all the crueler. His depressing reminiscence was interrupted by Skiadrum, who knocked the bathroom door.
“Hey, Rogue? Sorry, Frogue? Are you busy? I think its best we talked about what happened last night… with you and Progue and the… audio stuff I’m too old to understand. It’s… important.”
Frogue glanced back at the door as he brushed his hair, his cat ears twitching in curiosity “Sure thing dad, just give me a few minutes to finish up in here.”
He finished brushing his hair and his teeth, before leaving the bathroom and smiling at his father, letting out a little happy nyah as he awaits Skiadrums discussion.
“So… uhm… you and rogue did your… ASM-whatever lesson last night… do you think he’d be good enough to make a career out of it? I’m… worried for him. You seem to have your act together with both this and the monster hunting, but he… well… his passions… aren’t exactly the type of thing to get him employed. Most people already know dragon studies is a kind of useless subject… there’s no legitimate jobs in that industry so… tell it to me straight… could this be a potential career option for my son?”
Frogue felt himself getting nervous, looking aside and tapping his fingers together, thinking how it would be best to break it to him, “Well… very few people could become an ASMRtist full time, not even I could, it’s just a hobby on the side… you already know I hunt monsters as my main job… I don’t think he could safely get a fulfilling career as an ASMRtist, but that’s not against him or anything, he did very well for his first time, I just don’t think it’s an option for him. Nyah, even I couldn’t get a career as an ASMRtist full time… (though, if scarlet asmr wasn’t in the picture maybe I could but that’s besides the point)”
Skiadrum pinched the bridge of his nose with a sigh, “I see… well, I’ll have to call in a favour with an old friend then. Thank you for the help Frogue, I’m proud of what you’ve become…” with a weak smile, he patted that spot between Frogue’s cat ears, his smile growing genuine when Frogue begins purring. Their moment is interrupted when Frogue notices the time and leaps, “Nyah! I should get going now, I need to be at work soon” he said, scooping up Fresh and rushing out the door, “Bye dad!!” And with that, Frogue left for work.
The journey was just the same as usual, a peaceful walk In the sun as he made his way to the monster hunting reception building. Eventually, he arrived, with plenty of time to spare, “Hi Janet!” he said, waving eagerly to the receptionist, who simply rolled her eyes and kept reading her magazine. Upon arriving at the bounty board, Frogue saw quite a variety of missions to choose from, they all seemed so interesting but he couldn’t choose.
“Hey Fresh, what do you think?” He asked, Fresh, unzipping the backpack and letting them out to see the options. Fresh, liked the colours on the poster in the 2nd row down, 3rd from the left. “That one, huh? Good choice…” Now that the decision had been made, Frogue swiped the poster off the board and scanned through it.
- Difficulty: A-class
- Species: Vulcan
- Crime: Moving too close to the town
- Reward: 50 fiorebucks
- Status: MUST be brought back ALIVE
With that information, they were almost set, Frogue’s claws unsheathed and he scratched up the poster and headed to the barracks. Frogue didn’t really have access to a weapon of his own since he was only so good at this, so he had to borrow some from the organisation. He walked in to see a construction guy repairing the coffee machine, but decided to ignore him. Coffee wasn’t a big priority for Frogue anyway, he looked at the weapons before him then noticed a bag full of more… unique weapons. Poking through, he found some very interesting options, a wrench, a bag of screws, a drill, and the perfect weapon of all… a hammer. He took the hammer in hand and passed the bag of screws to fresh, just to be on the safe side and they were on their way.
After about an hour of walking, talking and planning, they arrived at the provided location. On the way, Fresh felt tired from all the walking, so Frogue let them ride his shoulders, cutely holding onto his cat ears as they walked along. Now that they were in the forest, Frogue went onto all fours, it only felt natural to hunt this way for him…
Eventually, the Vulcans location was made clear with it’s clear, memorable screech. Jackpot. Frogue prowled around the area and peaked at the creature through the bushes, it’s green and pink appearance made It incredibly memorable, now it was a matter of coming to a plan of action. Unfortunately, Frogue’s thought process was interrupted by Fresh, whose chattering teeth gave away their fear, Frogue quickly grabbed hold of fresh before they could eat one of their screws out of stress, stroking their head and whispering “Shhh, shhh, it’s okay…” In his ASMR voice, this seemed to do the trick just right.
Once fresh had calmed down, Frogue worked up a plan in his mind. This creature was brutish and strong, so it would be unwise to attempt to out-brute it. Frogue was strong, very strong, but not that strong… so he worked his way through bushes, until he got behind the creature, who was very focused on a particularly interesting butterfly. Since the beast was so large, Frogue climbed up into the tree and watched, prowling, hammer grasped In his hand. He was about to leap from the tree to strike, but old memories began to bubble up… Sting… back in the day when he was still in the academy… learning about dragons… when this whole saga began, it all seemed to start with Sting falling out of that tree with doug… Frogue could be sure that his sting would be so proud of him for getting so far, perhaps he’d find some new meaning to his life soon.
His train of depressing thoughts were interrupted when Fresh bapped the side of his cheek, snapping his concentration back into place, Frogue mouthed the word ‘thanks…’ to Fresh, before getting ready to pounce… instinctively, he wiggled his butt a bit to prepare his legs for pouncing, then he struck.
Frogue landed on the beasts shoulder and wrapped his arms around its neck to hold onto it, his feet rapidly kicking at it but to no avail, it thrashed about and he almost got flung off, when he realised how the situation was, he climbed up onto its shoulders and took out its hammer, slamming it down on the Vulcans head spike as hard as he could, caving it in and causing its gross Vulcan blood to spray out everywhere, including over him. “I guess that vulcano just erupted… heheheh…” being part vampire, Frogue did get a bit curious and started licking the back of his hand to taste some of the blood on it. He quickly pulled away and swallowed the blood. It was good sustenance but it tasted like mud.
Letting out a sigh of relief, Frogue let out a happy little “Nyah!” signalling fresh to come down and carry the body with them. The journey back was a bit quieter, but overall still generally happy. Yet, that lingering thought of sting didn’t leave his mind, and Frogue’s smile left his face. Eventually, they returned to the reception building with the body of the Vulcan, now very dirty and covered in its own blood, he met the receptionist with an eager wave, still covered in blood and looking… disturbing. “Hi Janet!” he slid the bounty poster shreddings to the receptionist and Fresh carried the body over, panting for their life.
Janet looks down at the body, unimpressed… “You were meant to bring it back alive…”
Frogue’s smile fell and he sighed, knowing he’d only get paid half for this job now. He accepted the payment and headed on home for the day after leaving the hammer and bag of nails back in the barracks.
On the way back, he decided to stop in a nearby fast-food place, McDragons, for some lunch. He headed in and ordered some fish nuggets and dragonfruit fries, as well as a can of beer to keep Fresh content for the day. He knew his past self wouldn’t want this, but it was so adorable seeing Fresh drunk and happy, it made Frogue feel better about himself. On the search for a table, Frogue almost dropped his food in shock at who was at a table alone, so he decided to approach, “Is this seat taken?” he asked, gesturing to the one opposite them.
“Nah, go ahead… say, you look familiar.” The person said, as Frogue sat down before them, setting Fresh on his lap, who also let out a gasp.
“What’s wrong, you look like you just saw a ghost…” Erza said, with a toothy grin as she took a bite out of one of her dragon wings, “You know, you kinda remind me of that nerdy guy in the Saber Tooth club…”
“Your… aren’t you dead?”
Erza laughed out heartily, “That bitch juvia wasn’t going to keep me down with one stab wound, the doctors stitched me right up and now I’m better already, shame that means I still gotta go to the academy in a week or twos time” She took a swig of her beer and slammed it on the table, “What business of yours is it anyway? Who even are you?”
Frogue chuckled awkwardly, “It’s… complicated…” Before beginning to explain the whole debacle of why he’s here, while munching away at his dragonfruit fries and fish nuggets. “…and now I’m just living my own life separate from his, so now I’m here.”
“Tch, alright ‘Frogue’, well, I suppose it was nice chatting with you. See you around, maybe.”
And he was on his way back home, once he arrived, he unlocked the door and stepped through. Skiadrum was working, so he was home alone for a while, but the first thing that caught his attention was the letter at the door step addressed to ‘Frog’ He wasn’t sure whether it was a misspelling of Frogue or a reference to Fresh, but nonetheless, he headed to the Progue’s bedroom to open it up. With a retractable claw, he scratched open the envelope and read the large red text at the top of the paper.
“YOU’RE FIRED” with a red underline, as well as a list of all the different rules he broke… Frogue teared up slightly reading through it, though he calmed down as Fresh nuzzled against him and purred in his ear. He would just have to find a new job in a different industry it seems
1. Repeatedly going against bounty posters orders
2. Stealing construction tools and returning them covered in blood
3. Scratching up the wallpaper and chairs
4. Licking blood off other members outfits when you think they aren’t looking
…
The list covered the full page and the font was incredibly small.

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It felt like it had been ages since the saber tooth had all met for the club, but today was the exception it seemed. Rogue opened the classroom door and headed in, seeing everyone (except lilac) seated there. Sting was looking over a sheet of paper, practising his speech with doug, for when the results were announced on who won the election later today, it sounded so incredibly inspiring. After what happened at lacarde’s assembly, Rogue could only blush when he saw Sting, this was no exception to that.

Meanwhile, at 2 of the other seats, Sorano and Minerva were sitting quite close next to eachother looking at something on Sorano’s phone, it seemed the two had grown quite close with their time in Laki’s harem and it seemed Minerva was just a bit more sober than usual, still intoxicated, but more functional. Rogue was feeling somewhat curious and decided to peer over their shoulders to see what they were looking at, being quite surprised at the sight, which was simply the two of them scrolling through pictures of beers online on Sorano’s phone, using the number one search engine in Fiore, Firedragon.

Rogue’s peeping was interrupted by a finger tapping his shoulder, he turned and was surprised to see Yukino behind him, he jumped slightly. Something was different about her… she looked far happier than usual. “Hi Rogue! It’s an amazing day today, isn’t it?” She asked, standing up straight. She was chatting with him, though her mind was clearly elsewhere, because of how often she was looking off into the distance.

“Oh, Hi yukino… where have you been?” He was putting his small talk skills to use, hoping he could improve his social skills so that he could talk with Sting better. It was probably best to start with someone who he could talk to fine.

“Oh, well I was hoping you would ask… you see, just yesterday, it was the best. Day. Ever. It was the anniversary of me and my boyfriends relationship!!!” She let out a squeal just at the thoughts, “He got me this hoodie! Isn’t it the most amazing thing ever!?” she twirled around, “See it’s got stars on it since I love astrology! Ahh… he knows me so well.”

The topic interested him, though not because of Yukino’s relationship, moreso because of the jealousy coursing through him at the sight of such a healthy relationship. He could only imagine the idea of being in such a relationship with sting, it seemed like such a nice idea…

“Do you want to see what I got him? It’s really good, trust me…” she whipped out her phone and quickly opened up a photo, it was a selfie that he took, standing side by side with the two of them. On one side, Yukino wore her starry hoodie, looking lovingly at her boyfriend, hugging him from the side, while he held the phone, smiling at the camera, “See that tshirt? It was my idea! Isn’t it so fitting for us?!”

Rogue had barely even been paying attention to the tshirt until he saw it, it was a plain white tshirt with a red arrow pointed to his side (where yukino stood) with the word ‘WIFE’ in big red text… it was so amazing… Rogue mentally took a note, he would have to get one for Sting that also said wife that could point to him, whenever they inevitably get married. “Wow… it’s amazing… such a good gift.” Rogue muttered.

Yukino let out another squeal, earning her a glare from Sting, who was trying to focus, and she moved back to her seat, presumably texting her boyfriend. Taking his chance, Rogue decided to see what Sting was up to, nervously stepping over to him, “How’s the speech going?”

Grinning, sting seemed to be in a better mood as he responded, “It’s gonna be perfect. Can I read it out to you? I need a second opinion besides Doug’s.”

Rogue nodded a bit too eagerly and pulled a seat over, sitting down and looking up in awe at Sting before he had even started.

Sting cleared his throat and began his speech with a sexy, confident tone.

“Students of Dragon Slaying Academy, it is my pleasure to be here with you all today. Just know, that as the president of this world,  I promise to make your lives better, more fun, and never boring. As easy as this victory was to achieve, I would firstly like to thank Professor Strauss (gesture to Strauss), without his support, his coffee and him giving me a chance, I could never have achieved this  without him, and I’ll be sure to follow through with my promises of coffee for all students. Next, I would like to thank my very own VP, Rogue Cheney. He may not be the brightest in the school, he may not be the best dragon ball player, but he was here, and I am thankful for that. Next, I would like to thank the very famous, absolutely amazing, CHRISTIANO DRAGONALD-“

The speech was interrupted by Rogue falling off his chair from fainting, purely out of shock, joy and flusteredness, he was truly getting so much more credit then he deserved, he was being praised by STING EUCLIFFE! It was too good, he couldn’t handle it and wasn’t able to stay conscious any longer.

He woke not long after to the harsh ringing of the bell, signifying that class would be starting soon, but felt he was back in dream land when sting put a strong, athletic arm around him and helped him up. Rogue looked up at sting and squinted, it was like looking into the face of an angel, emitting the light of a thousand suns from their teeth and wide grin alone. “Don’t worry, I get it, my speech was just that amazing. I know I haven’t technically won yet, but we both already know the winner here…”

Rogue could barely muster a smile as he got to his feet and steadied himself, “W- w- we should probably go now… get to class… don’t wanna be late on the big day…”

And it was settled, the others had already left earlier, so the two of them headed to class alone, walking side by side in silence down the hallways, past all the other students, all was fine, everything would be okay. The two turned the corner and were caught off guard when the two of them bumped into another group. It didn’t hurt too much, Rogue stepped back with a “Sorry…” and rubbed his head and opening his eyes to see Hisui, sting’s opponent, along with her bodyguard, Erik. The tensions seemed high in sting, Rogue could feel it.

“Oh! Sting, just the person I wanted to see, good luck for today! May the best candidate win.” She said with a friendly smile, Sting wasn’t buying it but he wasn’t lashing out, just a testament to Sting’s amazing self-control. She continued, “I… just want to say, I hope this doesn’t come in the way of us potentially becoming friends, its all just  abit of fun at the end of the day and doesn’t really matter.” She says, smile growing wider and friendlier.

Sting shook his head with an Iconic smirk, closing his eyes and crossing his arm, “Hisui, Hisui, Hisui… I see right through your façade. You aren’t truly being friendly, your just being… a sore loser. You know that I’ve beat you in every single part of this election, so your trying to soften the blow by becoming ‘friends’ with me… I’m right, aren’t I?” he asked rhetorically

Hisui gasped in response, stepping slightly back, shocked, responding about how she just wanted to be friends. Meanwhile, Erik was looking into Rogue’s eyes scarily. Rogue, not being one to enjoy such confrontations, put his small talk skills to use, “Hi… I’m rogue…”

Erik twitched slightly at the sound of the name, “…” he responded, not saying anything but also saying so much, all of what he’s saying spelling out that Rogue should shut up, the man looked like he had so much going through his mind and Rogue didn’t want to find out what would happen if he ended up on the man’s bad side.

Thankfully for Rogue, the ‘interaction’ was interrupted by Sting grabbing his arm and pulling him through between the two, “Come on Rogue, we have to get to class, cant let these losers stop us.” He said, sounding particularly angry.

Behind him, Rogue heard hisui call out to him, “Rogue!! Please! Tell Sting that we’re friends!”

“Don’t listen to her, never trust hisui, she’s evil…” he said, pushing the door to the classroom and drags Rogue all the way to his seat, sitting down next to him aggressively.

Once Rogue had managed to get ahold of himself, it became immediately clear that Professor Strauss was not there, the telltale sign was the lack of slurping sounds and depressed groans. He looked up and was surprised to see a different man there, tall, blonde hair, air of charisma, he reminded him of Sting, but with more of a maturity to him… Rogue’s expression dropped as he came to a realisation that only made sense. If future rogue was able to come back in time to save sting, did that mean that this was…

…future sting?!

Rogue looked back and forth between Sting and the new teacher, he wasn’t entirely sure if he was right in his conclusion, but he didn’t seem to have any idea on what else it could be…

“Alright! Hello everyone, your old teacher professor Strauss decided to take the day off as a… ‘mental health break’ as he claimed, which means I am taking his place today, don’t worry, I’ll make sure to be nice, I know it’s a very big day for some of you…” the mysterious figure said, before casually walking over to the board, “I… am…” he began to write his name onto the board.

“Mr Yuri Dreyar. Now, you all may recognise that name, because my great grandson goes to this school, I am very proud of him, but he isn’t in this class, so he gets to avoid the embarrassment of it for now.” Rogue had heard that name before… but where? Now he knew it wasn’t future sting, but it had to be someone… but who? His thoughts were quickly interrupted by a bang against the door, all eyes moved to it and Rogues question was answered. There stood Lacarde, pressed against the doors window, panting and breathing heavily against the door like Dreyar was the worlds best slice of bacon.

For some bizarre reason, Yuri was unphased by this, simply tilting his head with a smile and waving at him, “Hi Lacarde, so nice to see you again!” He gave a little wave, Lacarde’s breathing grew heavier, so heavy in fact, that the window he was peering through had fogged up entirely. “The two of us used to go to this very academy together, we were good friends.” This man was clearly insane.

“Anyway, I expect we’ll be called to the assembly hall soon enough for the class president results, so just talk amongst yourselves until then.” Yuri sauntered out of the classroom, closing the door behind him. Did he even know what lacarde was like now?

Anywho, his attention was brought from that as sting decided to add his say, “Heh, poor guy has no idea whats coming… either he’ll leave school today traumatised, pregnant, or both.”

Rogue couldn’t help but laugh and whispered, “Your so funny…”

“What?”

“What? I didn’t say anything.” Rogue felt his lifespan cut in half after lying to sting, but it had to be done.

Sting shrugged and went on to ask something, but the PA cut him off.

“Attention all students, please come to the assembly hall for an important Assembly immediately.”

Rogue silently cursed the pa for such bad timing, knowing it had probably just lost him a marriage opportunity, but he reluctantly got out of his seat with everyone else and left the classroom, heading on for the assembly hall next to sting, who was glancing over his speech one last time. They approached the assembly hall and took a turn (Well, Rogue did, he had to pull sting along, as he had forgotten that they weren’t going to be watching from the front because of the election results), they got up the back of the stage and sat down on some of the seats were set out. The other 2 candidates sat on seats next to them, and Rogue looked out into the crowd. It became immediately clear that this had the potential to be incredibly embarrassing, looking out at all the people in the hall.

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Arms crossed, feet tapping impatiently against the floor, Sting waited for the principal to arrive. He was feeling impatient. This was his big day, even if he didn’t win, he couldn’t bare another moment of not hearing the result, it was killing him inside. His mind began to wander as he waited, if he lost, it would be pretty sad, but a good part of that could be that if Hisui expelled him, he wouldn’t have to go to school anymore… but then he wouldn’t be able to see rogue and the rest of the saber tooth club. On the other hand, if he won, he would probably go down in the academy’s history as a legend, he would make it into the history books and everyone would remember the name Sting Eucliffe, even Christiano dragonaldo himself would have no choice but to respect him… and Rogue… winning this would probably get Sting a lifetime of admiration and adoration, he would spend all his time with him, do everything together… love eachother? It was a strange possibility to think about, but a possibility, nonetheless.

“Victory shall be mine… at any and all costs.” He muttered under his breath.

His train of thought was interrupted as the principal tapped the microphone and began to speak. Something was off about her tone…

“Students… it is with regret that I must be the one to tell you all about this…” she looks to Hisui and chokes up slightly, “You especially… you hisui…”

Jackpot. Sting must have won. There’s no other reason why she’d say that.

The principal wiped a tear from her eye and continued, “It is with regret that I inform you… the king of fiore has sadly passed on…”

Hundreds of gasps moved through the room,  some people cried even. Rogue could see how Hisui was shaking in her seat, and ever the good person, looked next to him at Hisui and spoke softly, “I’m so sorry you have to go through this… I’m sure your very sad about this… I can’t imagine how it feels.”

The king… was dead? Like… gone forever? Rogue was being so nice to hisui about it, it filled her heart with warmth, and something akin to appreciation. He was such a nice person, she knew she was lucky to have him as a friend… but on a more important note, that meant… she was going to rule fiore soon… this might just be the best day ever for her.

She cleared her throat and realised she should probably appear more sad for the public. She wiped her eyes of imaginary tears and looked to the principal and asked in her saddest voice, “M- may I go outside for a bit to… t- to get my feelings together?”

The principal nodded and let her leave.

“So… what does this mean for the election?” Sting piped up, the principal responded with a sharp glare at his disrespect and spoke into the microphone for the crowd, “The election results will be left for the end of the assembly, and the remainder will be spent commemorating the kings passing.”

Meanwhile, outside the school, hisui took a deep breath, then let out a squeal when she was sure nobody was near, “Yes yes yes!!!! I’m gonna be ruler of fiore! This is perfect!! Aagh! I’m so happy I could burst out into song!!”

(cue Hisui singing “I just cant wait to be king” from the lion king)

…

[HISUI]
“Everybody, look left
Everybody, look right
Everywhere you look, I'm
Standin' in the spotlight

[RANDOM CROWD]
Let every creature go for broke and sing
Let's hear it in the herd and on the wing
It's gonna be King Hisui's finest fling

[HISUI AND RANDOM CROWD]
Oh, I just can't wait to be king
Oh, I just can't wait to be king
Oh, I just can't wait
To be king”

Hisui breathed heavily as she got herself back together and the miscellaneous crowd dispersed, “Right… I should get back to the school…” she brushed her dress off, adjusted her tiara, and returned to the hall. She gracefully took her seat and looked to Rogue, “Thank you for your concern… I’ll… I’ll work through it.”

The principal nodded sympathetically to hisui and began to give a speech about the king.

“Our king of Fiore was a wonderful ruler… second to none. The man has done so much for this school… during the prom incident, it was his generosity that fixed up this very hall we stand in today… I couldn’t imagine a world with him, honestly… I still can’t. What he’s done for fiore has done unimaginable good…”

Meanwhile, Sting leans in and whispers to Rogue, “Hey… look at lacarde…”

Rogue, now blushing at the whispers of his beloved in his ear, looked over in lacardes direction (reluctantly). He barely seemed to have noticed the news about the king, he was too busy ogling Yuri and trying desperately to make small talk to him… Rogue’s heart dropped at the sight… Rogue had been trying to practise his small talk for sting… now lacarde was too… yet another similarity between the two.

Sting barely seemed to notice though, he was almost laughing. “He’s probably not even realised the kings died, it’s hilarious…” Rogue giggled in response and smiled, a slight blush on his cheeks. Sting disliked Lacarde as much as the next guy, and he didn’t want to see him in a loving relationship with someone, but if he was away from rogue, then Sting was fine with it.

The speech continued and sting almost fell asleep 3 separate times, on the third time, the only thing that stopped him from drifting off entirely was the principals next, exasperated announcement.

“And now, we will hear lacarde’s speech on the king and his impact on our very own janitor’s life… Lacarde, please take the stage” they stepped aside as lacarde stopped his flirting and went up to give his speech, the entire hall let out a collective groan as he stepped up and blew his nose loudly on a tissue, beginning to speak.

“H- hi everyone… the king was a very good person. He was a regular viewer of the lacardecast… I’ll always miss feeling his presence watching over us while I was talking about the podcast. I’m sure he would want me to do this next part in his honour… so in the name of the king… I will be launching a BRAND NEW LINE OF CARDECAST MERCHANDISE!”

He pulls out a tshirt from seemingly nowhere, “First off, we have the first tshirt of this collection, unisex, though preferably worn by male fans only, it’ll look stylish in anywhere with it’s slogan ‘Pregnant mode Activated’. There is also a hoodie, cap, and beanie with the same slogan.”

Sting stifled a grin until the tshirt was tossed to him, “Hey, what?”

“Be a good model, the king would have wanted this.” Lacarde responded as Sting reluctantly pulled the tshirt on. It made his abs feel too invisible. He purely did it because he didn’t want to be shamed in front of the hall for being disrespectful to the king.

“Alright, next on the list, we have the hoodie, for all our modest kings and women out there! Lets have Roguey bear put this one on.” He announced, tossing the hoodie to Rogue, who caught it, looking at the text, which showed a checklist that said ‘EAT ✓ PLAP ✓ PREGNANT ✓ REPEAT ✓’. Rogue’s cheeks went a deep shade of red, putting the hoodie on, making sure to be careful over his messy bun, before stepping up next to sting in the hoodie, holding back the tears. The crowd was giving a mix of sympathetic gazes and trying desperately to hold back their laughter.

“Don’t they look drop-dead gorgeous? Now, I need one more volunteer for my third, most fabulous piece of merchandise… lets see… who should I pick?” Rogue looked desperately at the principal, who was reluctantly letting it play out, because deep down, they knew that the king would be enjoying this if he were here.

After pretending to look around at potential victims, his gaze soon landed on yuri dreyar. Poor guy. “You! You handsome devil in the crowd there, come on up!” Yuri smiled and rolled his eyes, before climbing up onto the stage.

“You really haven’t changed, have you lacarde? Come on, lets see what it is…”

Sting didn’t even think it was possible for someone to be used to lacarde, he simply snorted as lacarde took out the next merch item… it was immediately clear that he had been saving the worst product for last…

“And here we have the ergonomic, state of the art, Lacardecast brand luxury belled choker!!!” he held up the choker for all to see, it was black with cheap white text that said “LACARDES” on it, as well as having a little bell attached to the bottom. It was obvious to everyone that it was meant to mimic a dog collar.

“Oh hahah… interesting…” Yuri said, reluctantly putting it around his neck.

“Perfect, now, all of you gather together for a selfie- in remembrance for the king, of course, now, gather round!” Lacarde took out his personalised ifiorne and pulled the 3 into a selfie, sting made sure that he was between lacarde and Rogue at all costs, and the photo was taken… an embarrassing moment immortalised, Sting and Rogue couldn’t rush to their seats faster, trying their best to ignore hisui and Lucy’s giggling. Yuri removed his collar and headed back to the side, Lacarde followed not long after, as thankfully, his portion was over.

The principal made their way back on stage and with a sigh of relief, announced, “Alright, everyone, I’m sure the king feels very remembered in the afterlife, so let's move on to the next portion of the assembly. The presidential election results. Let's have both candidates and their VPs standing, please.”

Sting stood proudly, moving to one side of the principal, while Hisui moved to the other side, Rogue stood with sting, looking adorably at him, he couldn’t help but blush. This was it. This was the most important day of Rogue’s life. There were only two ways this could end: either his life would be ruined, or he would get married and have a perfect life. But Rogue was confident that Sting would win.

“Both candidates have done extremely well during this election, and I would like to hear a big round of applause for them and their respective VPs.” The principal said in a somewhat monotone voice, they didn’t seem to care that much for this election, but sting did, Rogue did, that’s what mattered.

“And now to see who won this election…” She pulled out an envelope and opened it up, reading the name inside, “And the winner of this year's student president election is… Hisui E Fiore…”

“YES! YES! YES! I DID IT! I WON! I AM THE RIGHTFUL RULER OF THE SCHOOL! TAKE THAT-“She realises she broke character and clears her throat, “I- I am very fortunate for this opportunity, but the death of my father has overshadowed this victory, so I shall remain mostly quiet.” She stepped to the front and took a microphone In hand to give her speech. Lucy seemed just as surprised as rogue and sting, she really thought that after that VP debate there was no chance hisui could win, it seemed like an impossibility, yet here they were.

So many thoughts were running through Rogue’s head, this couldn’t be happening, no, she couldn’t have won, shouldn’t. This was sting’s position, he had done so unbelievably well yet he lost, while hisui’s campaign was mediocre at best. This must’ve been rigged. He looked to Sting to see his reaction, but he seemed to be reasonably calm about this… perhaps rogue should be more like sting in this regard, he’s taking this very well, he’s being emotionally mature about it… yes, he needed to calm down.

“Students of Dragon Slaying Academy, it is my pleasure to be here with you all today. Just know, that as the president of this world,  I promise to make your lives better, more fun, and never boring. As easy as this victory was to achieve, I would firstly like to thank Professor Strauss (gesture to Strauss), without his support, I could never have achieved this  without him, and I’ll be sure to follow through with my promises. Next, I would like to thank my very own VP, as well as Rogue Cheney. He may be the brightest in the school, he may not be particularly sporty, but he was my first friend here, and I am eternally grateful for that. Next, I would like to get to my first order of business…” she turned to face Sting and spoke with a surprising calmness, “Sting Eucliffe, I am a woman of my word, and though you were an exceptional candidate, you have been hereby expelled from the dragon slaying academy-“

The principal interrupted, “The student president doesn’t have the power to do that, hisui.”

Hisui’s eyes widened in surprise, but then she simply chuckled, “Sting Eucliffe, as the Queen of Fiore, I hereby expel you from the dragon slaying academy.”

The principal interrupted again, “You can’t just do that on a whim, and you haven’t even had a coronation.”

Hisui huffed and stomped her foot on the ground, “Ugh, fine, you win this time Eucliffe, I’ll eventually expel you though, I promise you that.” She finishes, before storming out of the hall.

The principal sighed, “Alright you horrible lot, just get back to class.”

And that was it settled, the students left the hall wondering what the hell was going on with the election.

Rogue, overwhelmed with joy knowing that he would still be able to hang out with sting, did what he thought was impossible, he hugged sting in victory. “I’m so happy you won’t be expelled…”

Sting was incredibly caught off guard by this, he felt his cheeks going as red as… as… as… a dragon? I don’t know, some sort of dragon that’s really red, point is, he was surprised, blushing, he really hadn’t expected this… but it felt good. “I- you- I-“ he sighed, barely able to say a full word nevermind a sentence, so he simply responded by putting his arms around Rogue and hugging him back. Eventually, he said, “I won’t be out of this school for a long time… don’t you worry.”

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“You know, my podcast is actually super popular, about 15 regular viewers, so I’m a pretty big deal.

“So… maybe since the kiddos are going on break now, I could maybe show you my podcast setup?” Lacarde asked, his confidence wavering in the presence of Yuri, but still, he didn’t stop clinging to his arm.

“Um, sure! Sounds cool, lets see it.” Yuri responded politely, not wanting to come across as rude.

“Great!” Lacarde said, dragging Yuri through the school halls, soon enough they reached the studio itself (spare storage room).

“So where is your… studio- woah!” Yuri was cut off as Lacarde pulled him through the door, showing him around the ‘studio’

“Here it is! The studio of the lacarde cast itself! You should feel honoured to be here, heh… last time someone came here was a good few months ago when I had rogue on as a guest star… heh, you wouldn’t believe how hard it is to podcast without someone to talk to during it…”

Yuri walked around, looking at the different pieces of ‘equipment’, averting his gaze upon spotting a copy of ‘saucier weekly’ scattered around on the floor. “I’m sure, you’ve got a nice setup for what you were working with…” Yuri froze as he realise what Lacarde was trying to imply… “You want me to join your podcast for an episode?”

“I mean… You said it, not me… If you really want to I’m sure we could get something worked out…” Lacarde was horrible at hiding his excitement, he was practically vibrating on the spot. He zoomed around the room preparing things, before stopping behind Yuri and forcing him to sit, before moving to sit opposite him.

“Alright, let’s get this started.” He clicks a button on his camera, “5… 4…”

“W- wait isn’t there more preparation?! Is there something I should know before we start?! Where’s the camera guy?!”

“Ooohohh, darling, he had… conflicting opinions and had to be let go, 3… 2…” and he turned to the camera, beginning his iconic intros.

“Hello, my little meow meows! Welcome back to another episode of ‘The Sex Man: Uncensored’. Where I, Sex Man your tantalising host give you the hottest dating advice around.” He smiled and shook his head, gesturing to yuri, “I know all of you have been waiting for a special guest appearance after how wonderfully the last one went, so today I thought it would be a perfect idea to get my old academy bestie Yuri Dreyar! H- heheh… isn’t he cute?! Now, is there anything you’d like to say to the viewers before we get started, future h-” he caught himself, “Future Hollywood star of the ‘cardecast?”

Yuri chuckled nervously, “Hahah… well, I used to know Lacarde when he was younger, and it’s nice to see he’s a good,” Lacarde’s eyes lit up, if yuri called lacarde a good boy, he’d just have to marry him on the spot and go straight to the honeymoon phase, “Functioning member of society…” Lacarde was happy with that too, it was good, “I haven’t personally watched his podcast before, but knowing him, I’m sure it’s very interesting…”

Lacarde couldn’t hold back his grin, “Oh it really is, lets see what the live chat thinks of your presence here…” Lacarde quickly takes out his phone and pretends to scroll to the live chat, “Ohohoh, LacardeFan69 says that your hot, good taste mr lacardefan.”

Yuri chuckled awkwardly and smiled, scratching the back of his head, “Hahah, thanks… not sure my wife would like that though. Thanks anyway LacardeFan69! I’m glad someone appreciates the effort I put into my looks.”

Lacarde ignores the wife comment and keeps reading, his smirk growing bigger, “Ohohoh, we have a feisty one here with MpregJpeg saying we should kiss… what do you say yuri, should we give the people what they want?”

“Heheh… I don’t think my wife would like that Lacarde. Come on, you don’t have to do what they say…”

But Lacarde was already crawling across the table, putting his hands on the sides of yuri’s face and leaning in…

Closer…

Closer…

SLAP!

Yuri’s hand shot across Lacarde’s face, knocking him off the table, “Lacarde, No. I don’t want to kiss you. You really started to become a bit weird early on, but I gave you a chance in the academy, but this is too far. I am happily married Carde, and I will stay that way. Now get yourself together, I have hope for you, y- you just… your not right in the head Lacarde… I’ll be reporting you to the principal and then leaving. I’d say it was nice seeing you again but…” Yuri sighs, deciding against finishing that. He walked to the door to leave, when Lacarde stood up.

“HOW COULD YOU?!” Lacarde shouted, tears in his eyes, what Yuri had said had cut deep, he was clearly hurt. “I- I LOVED YOU. I WANTED TO SETTLE DOWN WITH YOU. I DIED MY HAIR BLONDE FOR YOU! I… I… I couldn’t bring myself to confess my feelings though… it ate away at me, I couldn’t take you not knowing, but I would have been even worse off having been rejected by you...” he fell to his knees, crying into his hands. “You know that I want you… and you know that I need you… I want it bad… Your bad romance…

I want your love
And I want your revenge
I want your love
I don't wanna be friends
Je veux ton enfant
Et je veux ta revanche
Je veux ton amour
I don't wanna be friends (oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh)
No, I don't wanna be friends (caught in a bad romance)
I don't wanna be friends (oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh)
Want your bad romance
(Caught in a bad romance)
Want your bad romance

I want your love, and I want your revenge
You and me could write a bad romance
(Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh)
I want your love, and all your lover's revenge
You and me could write a bad romance
Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh
(Want your bad romance)
Caught in a bad romance
(Want your bad romance)
Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh
(Want your bad romance)
Caught in a bad romance

Ra-ra-ah-ah-ah
Roma-roma-ma
Gaga, ooh la-la
Want your bad romance

“That doesn’t excuse sexual assault Lacarde. Goodbye.”  And with that, Yuri left.

Lacarde leaned against the wall beside the door, tears running down his face, he sat down, “I’m horrible… I don’t deserve his love… he’s right…”

But then there was a knock on the door… “Y- yuri?”

It wasn’t yuri.

A voice spoke out, “M- Mr dragneel? Are you alright?”

To be continued

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Each pride month, Doug tries to make amends for his homophobic past. He started the month strong by 'buying' Sting a bisexual pride flag, he looked confused, then immediately handed it to Rogue. The pride flag has not been seen since, God only knows what he's done to it.

His next plan included swallowing his pride. Alfredo is a proud member of the LGBTQ Mafia, as a pride month present Doug will finally pay back his dept.

The illegal bar underneath Lilac's house was as busy as ever, Minerva was slumped over on the floor, barely conscious but still downing a pint. Other members of Laki's harem were losing to a seal at Blackjack. Rookie mistake, a sign they weren't here often.

Doug slid into a bar stool, "give me the regular."

The seal bartender immediately nudged the drink into his hand, having pre-made the drink anticipating Doug's arrival.

"Just, put it on my tab," Doug waved, hopping off the stool and making his way to the bottom floor, where he was scheduled to meet with the big man himself.

As he meandered down the stairs he noticed voices getting louder, Doug paused, straining to hear what was being said. This was unusual, in their normal meetings Alfredo sat in silence, smoking a fish pipe as he awaited Doug's arrival. What if a rival mafia group launched an attack? No. That couldn't happen. Doug necked his drink and crept down the remaining stairs.

Now right up against the door, Doug swears he recognises one voice but he can't place it. Psyching himself up he kicked the door open and gasped in disbelief.

Alfredo and his goons were in the middle of waterboarding Bickslow (who has cat ears on).

Dropping his pint glass, everyone stared at him, except Bickslow who was making dramatic drowning noises. The glass shattering on the floor knocked Doug out of his stupor.

"Alfredo how could you do this to me!" Doug took a step forward, feeling the glass dig into his paw but the pain was nothing compared to the mental anguish flowing through him.

With a smack of his flipper, Alfredo's goons swiftly removed Bickslow from the area, shutting the door behind them. Alfredo pathetically barked in an attempt to explain that it isn't what it looks like.

"You were waterboarding another man Alfredo, I thought what we had was special! Was my hatred not good enough for you?"

Alfredo slapped his belly in response.

"Don't give me that and stop calling him Bickslow the cat. I'M the cat. He's just some furry pretending to be a cat." Doug tilted his hat down, covering his eyes, "I see who you really are now Alfredo."

Frantically Alfredo began pointing to all of the photos of Doug he had up, each in various states of disrepair and many containing rude graffiti, to prove the hatred he feels for Doug is real.

"It's over Alfredo," Doug sighed making his way to the door, dropping the money he brought with him, "I came to pay off my tab, never contact me again."

Behind the door he could hear Alfredo's anguished barks, a lone tear slid down Doug's cheek as he left without turning back.

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Today was another day in school. But better. Last week was the election, so it completely overshadowed what Rogue had been so excited for for the past month. Why? Because today, the class was going on a school trip to the National Fioran museum of history, home to so many important artifacts, and most importantly of all… a skeleton of a powerful dragon from hundreds of years ago, Rogue wasn’t sure how he’d be able to cope being in the presence of such true, magnificent awesomeness (Then again, he had a lot of practise for that by hanging out with sting all the time). Undoubtedly, this would be the second most important day of his life. First if he didn’t end up getting married to sting.

This day couldn’t get any better, because as well as the fact that he’d be hanging out with sting while seeing the second coolest thing ever, Bickslow wouldn’t be there to ruin it, because for once, he was absent from school today. The reason they hadn’t had school trips very often was specifically because of bickslow, as he had a history of ruining them. One time, they went to an art gallery, but by the time they’d left, Bickslow had licked most of the paintings and the security guards that tried to stop him, hence why every art gallery has a restraining order on him.

Rogue was practically vibrating on his seat from the excitement, he looked up to sting like a puppy about to get a treat, “Aren’t you excited?” He asked enthusiastically.

Though, Sting wasn’t particularly excited about the trip, he didn’t care much for the past, dragons weren’t that interesting to him, they were just a small aspect of his favourite sport. But the sight of Rogue looking so enthusiastic about it, did change his mind a little bit. If Rogue liked this so much, then Sting could put on an excited face and go along with him, besides, Rogue was pretty cute when he was rambling about silly nonsense. Those silly ramblings were the only reason he passed his exams after all, this bit of enthusiasm was the least he could do.

Sting grinned and pumped his fist in the air, “Yeah!”

Rogue’s eyes twinkled at the sight of Sting being just as excited as he was, it made him so happy, he really didn’t deserve such a good best friend.

Sting’s loudness was met with a glare from Professor Strauss, who was back to hating Sting again, constantly mumbling about how sting should have won and how much he needed that coffee. Sting rolled his eyes and pointed a thumb at him while looking to Rogue, “Wonder what his deal is.”

Rogue simply shrugged, he was too busy focussing on sting and the dragon museum that he wasn’t paying any attention to the teacher. His attention was then diverted yet again by the kicking and screaming going on outside the classroom. The entire class was looking at the door as President Hisui was dragged into the classroom by Cobra.

“I DON’T WANT TO KEEP GOING TO SCHOOL! I’M GONNA BE THE KING OF FIORE WHATS THE POINT!! I WANNA GO HOME!” She shouted, as Cobra dragged her.

“ROYAL REGULATION REQUIRES YOU STAY IN SCHOOL UNTIL YOUR OF AGE! AND YOU CANT BE KING UNTIL YOU GRADUATE!!!” Cobra responded, being uncharacteristically loud. Though, if he had to deal with this the entire morning, then perhaps it was in character for anyone to react that way. Professor Strauss took one look at Hisui and started crying into his coffee. He really wanted that coffee machine.

Seeing the state Hisui was in as she sat arms crossed, pouting in her chair, Sting could barely hold back his laughter, after all that, president Hisui still lost in this situation, he bit onto his arm to stifle his giggles. Rogue, on the other hand, saw her in this state and decided to see if he could help. After all, class hadn’t technically started yet, and they weren’t leaving for the trip for another 10 minutes. He stood up and nervously made his way over to her, she sat there, head on the table, and he placed a hand on her shoulder.

“Hisui… Don’t be sad please… we’re going to the museum, remember? There’s gonna be so many cool dragons there!”

Hisui frankly didn’t care that much for dragons, but she could feel his intentions, she looked up, tears in her eyes and smiled, “Thanks rogue, your such a good friend…”

Rogue smiled and blushed slightly, before moving back to his desk, Sting didn’t seem particularly pleased, “What was all that about?” he asked, not sure if he was mad just yet, he was at least going to hear what he should be mad about first.

“Oh, well… Hisui seemed sad and I thought she might have forgotten about the museum trip so I decided to remind her to see if it would make her happy… I think it worked.”

Sting was kinda mad at this, Hisui had tried to do everything in her power to get rid of him, yet rogue was just chatting with her like it never happened… but, Sting had dealt with Monday Blues on too many different occasions, and this was Rogue. As much as he wanted Rogue’s attention to himself, he knew that stopping the rest of the world from receiving his kindness would make the world just a bit worse off. So he grinned and gave him a finger gun, “That was nice of you, keep it up.”

Before Rogue could even blush, the classroom door burst open, “GUESS WHOSE BACK B######!!!!” Erza shouted.

The class collectively gasped, even rogue, who already knew (Frogue had told him about meeting her before). He was just gasping because the loud noise made him jump.

Professor Strauss looked like he was about to throw someone out the window (probably sting), he stood up and drank an entire mug of coffee, “SIT DOWN SCARLET, BEFORE I I- BEFORE I… BEFORE I SEND YOU TO THE PRINCIPAL'S OFFICE!” He was aware she would return, but did it really have to be so loud? He lowered himself back into his seat, almost snapping again at the sound of Erik falling off his seat. Whatever, he couldn’t deal with this right now. He poured himself another cup of coffee and drank it. The one thing keeping him from going insane. Coffee.

“Erzas back, huh? Really thought she was dead there.” Sting said casually, “Whatever it is about her being back, it seems Erik’s the most affected.”

As Erza walked past Cobra's desk, Cobra was staring at her, with a faint redness on his cheeks. He seemed to be rethinking his entire life just from seeing her. He was only snapped out of his trance by Lucy, who had snapped her pencil in half out of sheer rage, though it quickly turned to sadness, and she let out a sigh, looking off into the distance, perhaps love wasn’t for her after all… First Rogue, who barely even paid any mind to her, clearly didn’t like her back. Now, Cobra, the cool action hero of her dreams, the one she thought she would be the one to crack the walls of and find his heart, but Erza effortlessly beat her to it. Love was a dish best served burnt when it came to Lucy Heartfilia it seemed to her. Of course, Rogue hadn’t noticed the mental turmoil going on in Lucy, he was simply casually speaking with Sting, waiting in excitement for them to leave for the trip. Then… the door opened, a fourth visitor arrived, Lucy could only guess at this point that it was a dragon god coming personally to beat her with a stick, because that’s just how today felt.

“Prior to his firing, Lacarde, sorry, Mr Dragneel, was originally intended to be a Chaperone at the school trip, We have had to quickly get a replacement. Fortunately, we’ve found one…” The principal beckoned the chaperone in.

Sting, Rogue, and a lot of the class were all rather shocked to see who stepped through.

“Hi guys… don’t be too hard on me, I don’t really have much experience chaperoning…” Future Rogue said with an awkward giggle.