Shadowlight Week 2019
Welcome to Shadowlight Week 2019, the first Stingue event to be hosted by the Tumblr blog @shadowlight-week.
Please use the tag shadowlightweek2k19
Thank you to everyone who participated, you can view our thank you post here. If you are interested in seeing art and edit entries as well as additional fanfics check out our blog @shadowlight-week on Tumblr!
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Red flicked in the corner of his eye once more, and he whirled towards it, chasing the trace of colour on unsteady feet, even as his other hand darted to the pocket where he had kept their thread ever since Sting had given it to him.
The pocket was empty.
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- Part 10 of Stingue
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Sting and Rogue had no control. They were told when to sleep, when to rise and when to eat. Even their showers were monitored and were done as quickly as possible to avoid looking at the guild mark that had been placed on their left shoulders. A symbol that marked them the property of a man they abhorred.
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- Part 3 of Shadowlight Week 2019 Entries
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It's Always Darkest... by The Scarlet Menace (mdelpin) for BecauseSin
Fandoms: Fairy Tail
14 Apr 2019
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They weren't there by choice. Nothing about this was their choice. But defiance leads to worse outcomes. At least they had each other. Kind of. A vague connection, flickering in and out like the dying rays of dusk, hoping for a dawn that seemed just outside of their reach.
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- Part 4 of Shadowlight Week 2019 Entries
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After traveling aimlessly for several months Sting and Rogue happen upon an old issue of Sorcerer Weekly. Fascinated by the world it describes they use the magazine as a guide, determined to find other dragon slayers and maybe a place to call home. Shadowlight Week 2019 Prompt: Symbols. Companion to A Scent Like No Other.
Fan Art by the amazing Celestial Rayna. See more of her work at DeviantArt | Tumblr
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- Part 2 of Shadowlight Week 2019 Entries
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Instead, of the soothing curl of vanilla and cinnamon, underlain by the crispness of a clear night and the trace of his own scent that was intimately tangled with it after all this time, there was… nothing. No, not nothing. As he stilled and pressed his nose deeper for a second, he thought that he could smell iron and copper, a dull metallic scent that he could almost taste on his tongue.
It’s not Rogue.
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- Part 9 of Stingue