Secret Sabers?{Sting x Reader}?Book 2

When the day was over and the paperwork was all done, Sting had Rogue watch the exceeds so that you and him could take a walk.

The sun was just starting to go down and street lights just turning on. The streets were less busy, and the air started to get cooler. All was calm, except for the tension between you and Sting. But even with the tension, he still held your hand, your fingers intertwined.

"I'm sorry for arguing earlier. I don't like fighting with you." Sting said quietly.

"I don't like fighting either."

"Despite your magic, you get pretty heated." He laughed a bit.

"Oh shut up." You laughed a bit with him. "But let's be serious for a minute."

"Right..."

"I know you get jealous. I get jealous too. Hell, I'm jealous now. But I know deep down that you love me and would never do something like that to me."

"I know you wouldn't do something like that either."

"Then... how come—"

"I feel pathetic, Y/n. I don't know what it is, but I feel so useless. I don't feel good enough. There is no universe where I deserve you or the love that you've shown me, but I crave it. I crave it, and I want to hang onto it. But there's always that thought in my head that I'm not good enough. I wasn't good enough during the Grand Magic Games. I lost the game, I lost to Natsu, I lost the final round, I couldn't defeat a damn dragon even though I call myself a dragon slayer... I'm pathetic."

"Shut your damn mouth!" You yelled at him, snatching your hand away from him. He looked at you, shocked by your reaction. He wasn't expecting you to sound so angry, and he didn't mean to make you angry. "I will not let you talk about my boyfriend like that!"

"I—"

"Sting Eucliffe, you are one of the most amazing people I've ever met." You smiled at him, cupping his face with both of your hands. "I really don't appreciate you talking about yourself like that. You are so strong, no where near pathetic. You are handsome, and caring... You are good enough and I love you, so much. I don't care about what happened months ago during the Grand Magic Games. You need to stop thinking like this... you're amazing and you need to start believing it. And I know the only reason why you think all of this is because of Jiemma."

"You're probably right. Everything that Jiemma has done and said to me... to all of us. It's haunting."

"I understand that..."

"But all of this doubt that I have... these thoughts telling me I'm not good enough... I can't help but think that you think the same about me. That you think I'm pathetic, that I'm useless. That I'm nothing but a fucking loser. And that... you'll eventually leave me."

"I'm not leaving you, Sting. I love you, so so much. You're gonna have to do a lot more than that if you want to get rid of me." You laughed a bit.

"I don't want to get rid of you! I want you stuck to me like glue!"

"And I will be. So get those thoughts out of that brain of yours."

"It's easier said than done, you know."

"You got that right. And I'd be lying if I said I didn't feel the same as you sometimes."

"You do?"

"Sometimes. I mean, I feel like I'm in competition with her."

"Her? Calista? Honey, she doesn't hold anything to you. Are you crazy?"

"She makes me feel crazy. I mean, she's always in your office, most of our arguments now are about her or Kaylus... they've come in between us, Sting. And honestly, I don't know how to make it better."