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SEVEN MINUTES IN HEAVEN WITH NESSSS

i know who he is but i haven’t been properly introduced to him yet!! i don’t wanna mess up his character!!

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────── SEVEN MINUTES IN HEAVEN

when a game of truth or dare leaves yoichi isagi in a compromising position; trapped in a closet for seven minutes with his crush.

2.3k words ; isagi yoichi x fem!reader (black coded) ; college au, chubby reader, fluff, a bit of suggestive content (sexual jokes), yoichi’s soooo down bad, a little ooc.

god, it’s hot. so, so hot.

yoichi could feel himself sweating, his eyes darting to the entrance of the stuffy closet to try and avoid eye contact with you as the both of you remain flushed chest to chest against each other. why had he agreed to this??

it’s a normal saturday night, a little on the hotter side due to the unbearable summer heat, but the a/c within one of the many mikage family homes blasts at high temperatures, making the heat feel like an afterthought.

reo was hosting an after party after the college soccer team absolutely demolished their rival team from a few towns over, and although yoichi hadn’t intended to make an appearance originally, bachira made sure to drag him out of his dorm by the time to sun set.

he walked into the familiar grandiose house, a slight chill running up his spine at the shift in temperatures. bachira’s already beelining for the snacks whilst rin grumbles about having his post game horror movie marathon postponed for this ‘lukewarm shithole of a party’ (rin’s words, not his).

not one for crowded spots like these, yoichi retreats to the more quiet areas within the mansion, passing a few stoners or people just trying to get away from the loud noise in general. and that’s when he spots you; the pretty foreign exchange student that he got partnered up with in his world history elective’s class.

and also the girl he has the fattest crush on.

yoichi truly doesn’t know when he caught feelings, but his palms start getting uncomfortably sweaty when you take your seat next to him in the lecture hall. and when you look to him with those pretty brown eyes for help because you don’t quite catch what the professor was saying since she spoke too quickly and you could only keep up with so much due to the slight language barrier? the heat that creeps up his neck embarrassingly quickly paints his cheeks a pretty shade of pink. and when his voice begins to crack and comes out an octave or two higher whilst he trips over his words to try and get out a coherent reply to your question, he feels like he might just die of embarrassment.

yoichi may not know when he fell for you, but he does know that he’s fucked. absolutely and irrevocably.

feeling a stare, you turn your head and yoichi feels his throat go dry when your brown eyes make contact with his blue ones. your lips curl up in recognition at a familiar face, and soon enough you’re approaching him, all soft smiles and looking so adorable in the skirt you’re wearing. his gaze locks onto your thighs, mesmerized by the way they move. ‘fuck, she’s so beautiful,’ he thinks to himself, shifting his weight on his feet.

and there he goes, getting flustered. his palms are getting clammy and he’s instantly rubbing them against his jeans, and then stuffing them into the pockets of his hoodie.

“isagi, hi!!”

you’re grinning happily as you quickly make your way over to him. glad to have bumped into someone you actually know.

your roommate dragged you to this party and then immediately ditched you to go flirt with some guy she’d been talking to, leaving you to roam the mikage mansion all by yourself. yoichi’s presence comes as a welcomed surprise.

“i wasn’t expecting to run into you here!”

yoichi swallows thickly as you come to a stop in front of him and clears his throat. “o-oh, hey. yeah, i wasn’t gonna show up, but my friend made me come. it’s a party to celebrate our victory after all..”

you nod in understanding. “oh, right. you’re on the soccer team! i couldn’t come watch the game in person, but eimi sent me a video! you did so good out there!”

the flush on his cheeks spreads further, reaching the tips of his ear as he fumbles out a shaky ‘thank you’. he doubts he’ll be able to look you in the eye properly after this conversation.

‘god, she probably thinks i’m an idiot! I’m making a fool of myself!’

just as he’s about to come up with an excuse to leave and hide in the bathroom for the rest of the night, bachira comes barrelling over towards the both of you, grinning widely.

“isagi! we’re gonna start playing party games! woah— i don’t think i’ve met you before!”

you offer a shy smile at bachira, unconsciously tucking yourself closer to yoichi as you introduce yourself. “i-i’m y/n.. a foreign exchange student.”

bachira’s eyes gleam in delight and he’s already chatting up a storm. thankfully, his warm personality eases your nerves and you allow yourself to answer his questions.

yoichi sighs in relief at the timing, following after bachira who begins to tug you over to the staircase, intending to introduce you to the rest of the soccer team and have you join in on whatever stupid party game they have planned this time.

yoichi keeps a watchful eye on you as bachira acquaints you with everyone else, making a point to keep you as far as possible from otoya who seems way too eager to try and get your number since he’s never really gotten around experiencing anything with foreign girls.

once you’ve familiarized yourself with the team, you’re sitting on the floor, sandwiched between bachira and yoichi— whose hoodie is draped over your lap to allow you to sit as you please without flashing anyone. he’s such a gentleman about it that you can’t help but swoon a little bit.

the games start off pretty tame; charades, just dance, monopoly, uno. all the normal stuff. but then things start getting a little more intense as alcohol is introduced into the mix.

at this point, most of the boys are inebriated whilst you remain sober, not being the biggest fan of alcohol.

bachira sets down his empty beer bottle, giggling drunkenly. “alright! truth or dare, isagi!”

yoichi chokes on his saliva at the sudden switch of games but straightens up to contemplate his answer. knowing the kind of person bachira is— especially while drunk— he chooses dare. there’s no way in hell he’s spilling any secrets to a drunken bachira.

“dare.”

“hehehehe.” the brunette giggles and then spins the bottle which lands on you.

“what’re you doing, donkey? that’s not how you play.” barou grunted.

“shush, king! isagi, y/n, closet. now.”

both you and yoichi exchange surprised looks, not sure what he was getting at.

“um.. why..?”

“because i dare you to spend seven minutes in there with her! go! go!!”

before he can protest, both of you are getting shoved into the cramped closet; it’s a lot smaller than expected from reo’s family, but oddly convenient for whatever bachira has going through his head.

before trapping you guys together, he whispers a ‘thank me later’ into yoichi’s ear before shutting and locking the closet door, leaving the both of you in an awkward, stunned silence.

the heat quickly settles in, not just from the lack of space but your proximity to each other.

“w-well, this is awkward..” you murmur, your breath ghosting against his collarbone and effectively sending a shiver down his spine.

yoichi’s all too aware of your presence; your scent, the feel of your plush body against his, your soft breathing. his head swims and he feels lightheaded, unsure if he would pass out because of the steady decline of oxygen or because of how close you are.

“y-yeah…” he mumbled, avoiding looking at you, arms stiff at his sides.

the both of you grow silent, unsure of how to feel the silence. there’s a subtle tension in the air as sweat beads at his brows. his fingers twitch, itching to rest on the enticing curve of your waist highlighted in that damn skirt of yours.

“fuck..” he mutters, leaning his head back against the wall. “sorry, this must be so weird for you. i really don’t know what bachira’s thinking..”

you shake your head at his apology. “it’s okay.. just surprising is all. i mean, i wasn’t expecting to be trapped in a closet with you— not that i’m complaining or anything..! haha..”

yoichi’s face flushes a deep red. “y-you don’t mind being in here with me..?”

you give a shy nod, your fingers toying with the hem of your top. yoichi swears his heart just skipped a beat at your cuteness.

he brings a hand up to his face, trying to cover up his blush. “god.. you’re so cute..”

and now it’s your turn to feel flustered. you look up at him through your lashes, holding eye contact for a few seconds, and suddenly the distance between the two of you grows smaller as yoichi’s hands slowly rest themselves on the dip of your hips. “you’re gorgeous..” he mumbled, looking down at you.

a beat passes. his eyes flick down to your lips; plump, glossy, and so fucking tempting.

he swallows the lump in his throat, his fingers lightly squeezing at the fat of your hips. “..can i.. can i kiss you?” the boldness of his question takes him by surprise, and he doesn’t even know what’s coming over him.

your eyes widen momentarily, taken off guard by his request, but with the way he looks at you and this charged moment— hot, yet tender all at once— you can’t help but give a nod of affirmation and before you know it, his mouth is on yours.

the kiss starts slow and tender as yoichi slots his lips against your tentatively. he wants to take it slow, he really does, but he’s quickly finding it hard to hold back the passion that’s been burning for you within him for so long. thus, the kiss turns into a mess of tongue, teeth and spit.

it’s clear neither of you have kissed anyone seeing as you’re both floundering to make sense of this kiss, but you don’t seem to mind either way.

yoichi groans into your mouth when your arms sneak up around his neck, fingers either tangling into his hair or scratching at his nape. “fuck.. i’ve wanted to do this for ages.. didn’t know how to say anything to you. so pretty.. so gorgeous..”

he pulls back slightly, taking in the state you’re in right now. lips kiss swollen with his saliva acting as a gloss. your hazy, half-lidded gaze… he’s a goner.

he rests his head onto your shoulder, his arms wrapping around your waist, pulling you flush against him. “i like you, y/n. i have for a little while.” he confesses suddenly. he isn’t sure if it’s because he’s kiss drunk or if it’s because he just needed to get that information off his chest. either way, he still pours out his heart to you.

“i don’t know when it started, but i’ve felt this way for months. you’re incredibly talented, smart and so, so beautiful. i know we only talk at class, but i can’t help the way my heart beats for you— aches for you..”

you hear the slight waver in his voice and notice the way his shoulders tense and tremble.

“isagi..”

he hums against your neck. “i know you may not like me back, but please.. let me down easy..”

did he really think you wouldn’t reciprocate his feelings? when he’s always the first person to make sure you’re settling down okay in japan? when he goes out of his way to help you adapt properly even outside of class? when he’s so kind and respectful and gentlemanly that your heart can’t help but do a somersault? 

you gently tilt his head up to yours and press a chaste kiss to his lips. “i like you, too, isagi. i like you a lot.”

his blue eyes search yours in surprise, hoping to not find any deception. and when he thankfully doesn’t, his lips are on yours again without warning, barely giving you time to process it or even take in a breath. his hands start roaming, squeezing anything and everything they can while he murmured pathetically against your mouth. “wanna make you mine, baby. please.. won’t you be my girl?”

“yeah..”

“yeah? you’ll be mine?” he groans softly, trailing kisses down your neck, his lips featherlight against your skin. “thank you.”

before things could escalate any further, the closet door swings open and bachira grins widely at the both of you. “times up! get cockblocked, losers!”

“bachira!” yoichi quickly straightens up, his face growing scarlet. “at least give a heads up!”

there’re snickers in the background as the rest of the team (except barou and rin) find amusement in the whole debacle.

“aye, get some, isagi!” otoya and karasu holler, laughing hysterically.

“oh, fuck off.”

to save you both from further embarrassment, yoichi tugs you out of the closet, quickly grabbing both of your belongings and darting down the stairs.

“ooh! eager to take her home? isagi’s gonna get some pussy tonight!”

“stop saying crude things, you damn donkey!” barou glared, shutting the two up for a moment whilst you and yoichi make your escape.

yoichi walks you back to the campus, an awkward silence settling between you two once more. hesitantly, you glance up at him and then down at your hands that brush against each other. taking initiative to breach the distance, you slip your hand into his and lace your fingers together.

both of you avoid eye contact, but yoichi squeezes your hand gently. the rest of the walk, the both of you are shoulder to shoulder, hands intertwined.

he accompanies you back to your dorm and stands in front of the door, a hand rubbing his nape. “i-i’ll see you tomorrow, yeah?”

“yeah. good night, isagi.”

he takes in a sharp breath. “yoichi.. call me yoichi. you’re my girl now, aren’t you?”

you nod tentatively, testing out his given name on your tongue. “yoichi..”

he smiles softly, leaning down to peck your lips. “atta girl.”

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another yoichi fic coming soon. stay tuned…

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yoichi is sooooo cute. i’m gonna die if i don’t finish this next fic. if only i wasn’t employed..

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────── IF YOU THINK I’M PRETTY

yoichi isagi loves to spend his downtime in the arms of his beloved girlfriend.

0.6k words ; isagi yoichi x fem!reader (black coded) ; implied chubby reader, fluff, established relationship, slight body worship (a kiss or two), slightly suggestive, self-indulgent.

writer’s note! : hello blue lock fandom!! just started the series and thought i’d contribute :3!

it’s no secret that yoichi isagi is a man who enjoys the finer things in life; from his admirable ambitions for his soccer career to his taste in women. he has certain expectations that he loves having met.

that said, it’s also no secret that the man loves thighs. he even considers himself a connoisseur when it comes down to it.

he claims he doesn’t care what kind of thighs someone has, but let’s be real— he’s a sucker for thick thighs. “there’s just something about the way they jiggle and how soft they are,” he admitted bashfully to bachira once when the brunet asked him the famous question: boobs, thighs or ass.

one would assume that yoichi would go for someone with an athletic build like himself, after all, muscular thighs are hot. but to everyone’s surprise, he has quite the fondness for chubbier people. he finds their thighs incredibly soft and squishy; ideal to rest his head on or squeeze absentmindedly whilst his thoughts drift off elsewhere. but he doesn’t fancy just anyone’s thighs— no, he’s completely enamoured by you, his incredibly pretty girlfriend who just so happens to have his favourite pair of thighs ever.

currently he has his face buried between your thighs, almost dozing off in his position. he shifts ever so slightly, the black tuffs of his hair tickling the sensitive skin of your inner thighs. you have your fingers within his raven locks, gently combing them through while he lets out peaceful, sleepy sighs.

“god, your thighs are so cozy, baby..” he drawled sleepily, pressing a light kiss to your thigh right by the skin of your knee. “could lay here forever..”

your skin tingles where his lips linger, leaving goosebumps to rise in their wake. a soft, fond smile creeps onto your lips, and you take your attention off your book and onto his cute face.

his blue eyes, clouded with fatigue and affection meet your darker ones and he gives you his signature dopey grin that never fails to make your heart flutter.

“you always say that whenever we cuddle, ‘chi. you’re adorable.” you muse. he can’t help the light scoff that escapes him.

“well, duh. it’s the truth. honestly, i can’t believe that some people find all this softness unattractive” he presses another kiss to your thigh, his lips trailing up to the top of your thighs and down to your ankles.

“that tickles, baby.”

“sorry, but i can’t help it when you’re this soft. mmhhgg.. gimme a kiss, pretty girl..” he pushes himself up, adjusting his position so that his lower body is nestled snugly between your thighs. his lips are set in a pout as he waits for you to close the distance, and being the sweet girlfriend you are, you lean in to press a loving kiss to his lips. he groans sleepily against your mouth, his body going pliant against yours as you cups his face in your hands, peppering the expanse of his skin with kisses.

“mmh.. you’re gonna make me fall in love with you all over again. i can’t ever understand how every part of you is so ridiculously soft.”

yoichi’s head drops to your chest and he lightly motorboats your tits, trying to comfortable. before you know it, he’s out like a light; soft snores escape his parted lips whilst his hands grope the fat of your sides. it’s so cute how he seems so at peace, his face relaxed and body heavy against yours.

you watch over him as he sleeps, grateful to have been blessed with a boyfriend like him.

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BLUE LOCK .ᐟ

each fic will be tagged appropriately. suggestive fics will be written for characters of age, only.

ENTRY OO1. HEADCANONS

⠀ ⠀ coming soon!

ENTRY OO2. DRABBLES ﾉ LONG FICS

⠀ ⠀ if you think i’m pretty, yoichi isagi.

⠀ ⠀ seven minutes in heaven, yoichi isagi.

ENTRY OO3. SERIES

⠀ ⠀ coming soon!

⸻ updated : ( JULY 21ST, 2025! ) . . . more to come!

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declutterring my blog to make it more aesthetic. i fear i’ll miss my shitposts.

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started blue lock not too long ago and i’m so in love with yoichi. he’s such a silly little guy <3

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────── THE BEGINNING TO AN END

1.5k words ; labour, childbirth (not explicitly detailed).

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“charlotte! hurry up with the laundry, girl! quickly before the storm comes— edouard, for the love of the gods, bring the dogs in!”

“my word, rosemary sure is agitated, wouldn’t you agree, mother?” a young man, possibly in his late 20’s, chuckles quietly to his mother, watching from their parlour as his wife hounds their children to quickly get inside and away from the impending storm. “i’ve never seen her so positively on edge. not that i don’t mind her dropping that dignified lady act every once in a while.”

“it’s only expected, jonathan.” his mother hummed, sipping from her teacup, her eyes flitting to the almanac on the wall, resting above the framed portrait of her late husband. “after all, what mother would want to lose her children to something as dreadful as a storm?”

jonathan laughs, gazing out the window to look at his wife and children fondly. “i suppose they are quite a handful. i feel bad that rosie and you deal with them more often than not. especially the boy; quite the prankster, that one.”

“he takes after you in that regard.”

the younger male feigns hurt, pressing a hand over his heart. “oh, you wound me mother.”

the two are interrupted by the children, each coming back from their respective errands. charlotte looks positively unamused as her younger brother darts into the house, the dogs not too far behind him, nearly knocking her and the laundry basket in her arms over onto the ground.

“edouard! has mother not told you not to have those mutts run rampant in the house?! put them in their cages at once!”

“you’re not the boss of me!”

“you aggravating—“

“that’s enough now, children. you two mustn’t always fight. dearest charlotte, go put the laundry away. and edouard, listen to your elder sister and return the dogs to their pens.”

“yes, grandmother..” both children grumble under their breaths, going on their separate ways— but not before childishly sticking their tongues out at each other.

“what a chore it is to deal with those two” rosemary frowns as she steps inside, deftly bolting the front door shut. she moved to do the same for the windows. jonathan rises from his seat, ushering his wife to take it in his stead whilst he takes over her bolting down the windows.

“oh, yes. quite the troublesome pair we’ve made.” jonathan mused, much to the chagrin of his wife who deals with their children’s antics the most. the woman needed a vacation from this mess. maybe a trip to the countryside where her parents live would do her some good.

in the midst of all the chaos within the house, the elderly woman, laurie, gazes absentmindedly out the window as the first few heavy droplets hit the glass.

rosemary, ever the workaholic, heads upstairs to take care of the windows there, muttering about how the children wouldn’t do it properly, if at all.

“it’s coming down hard out there.” jonathan crosses his arms, his well built arms straining slightly against the fabric of his shirt. “i don’t suppose the storms have always been this bad, mother?”

the elderly lady, takes the final sip of her tea, savouring its warmth before setting it down on its saucer. “no. according to the high priest, this is a first.”

“grandmother? why does it storm so heavily here in the county?” edouard, hops over to his grandmother, kneeling by her side to rest his head in her lap.

the older woman gently cards her fingers, worn with age but still so gentle, through his wild mane of curly hair. “you see, dearest, these storms are anything but natural.”

“how so?”

“they’re a sign from the heavens— or so we’re taught to believe” his father walks past, starting a fire in the fireplace as it begins to grow chillier within the house.

“a sign? for what, father? that it’s unsuitable to go for voyages?”

“cheeky boy.” jonathan laughs at his son’s wit, stoking the flames.

“every few hundred years,” laurie starts, drawing the boy’s attention back onto herself, “storms like these terrorize the county. they happen like clockwork each time. the priests from the temple built in honour of the goddesses have made their deductions on their matter.”

“and what are those deductions, grandmother?” charlotte asks, stepping out from the laundry room, settling down on her grandmother’s other side.

“that a child of the heavens is being born.”

“but there hasn’t been a storm for the past thousand years, mother. why do you suppose that is?” jonathan stands up straight, patting down his shirt.

“it simply means that the heavens did not conceive within that time. and because of that, this storm will be more dreadful than the ones that preceded it.”

“don’t scare the children, mother. you know that edouard is afraid of storms,” rosemary sighs.

“am not!” the boy whines.

“come now, rosie. don’t embarrass the lad,” jonathan sits his wife down and settles down at her side, guiding her head to rest in his lap as he ran his hands soothingly through her hair to calm her.

“i suppose we should start preparing for dinner. it’ll start getting darker soon.”

the family sits in silence for a little while longer before the house soon begins to bustle about to settle in for the night whilst the storm continues to roll in.

“oh, stars above, hear the prayer of your humble servant… guide my wife to a safe delivery…”

“your majesty, you need to sit down. you’ve been pacing for at least two hours now.”

“oh, gabriel, how am i to relax when my wife is in labour?? and as stubborn as a mule, the woman refused to have me by her side! oh, stars, what if something goes wrong? what if the baby doesn’t make it, or worse? what if neither of them do?? someone else from her family would usurp the throne and—“

“do not say such things, your majesty! her majesty will be fine. she’s a strong woman, after all. you must have faith in her!”

the man stops his pacing, his brown eyes meeting his friend’s blue ones. “i just can’t help but worry…”

“there is little to worry about in terms of your wife, your majesty—“

a shrill scream followed by numerous placating whispers pierces through the air from inside the woman’s bed chamber causing both men to snap their necks in the direction of the door.

“oh, stars..”

gabriel grabs the king right on time before he lunged for the door, struggling to hold him back. “your majesty, you mustn’t..! just give her a little longer…!”

“unhand me at once, gabriel! osyth needs me!”

“i need some help here! his majesty is going into hysteria!!”

the hallway descends into chaos as many guards struggle to hold their king consort back whilst a few midwives exit his wife’s bedchamber, quickly darting down the hall and returning with more basins of water whilst the doctor in charge is trying to get the woman to calm down.

minutes turn into an hour. two. and finally at the mark of the third hour, the cries of a newly delivered infant echoes within the room.

the doctor exits the bedchamber with a relieved smile on his face. “your majesty— err.. do you need a minute, sire…?”

adriene shakes his head, hastily breaking free from gabriel and the guards who were still holding him back from bursting into the room against his wife’s wishes. she would’ve had his and their heads for sure if he did such thing.

“not at all! tell me, how is my darling osyth? and our child? are they healthy?”

the doctor offers a smile. “her majesty is in good shape and so is the princess.”

“princess?” adriene’s face breaks into an excited smile; he’d always wanted a daughter. “a little girl? oh, how absolutely wondrous!”

the doctor steps aside to let the man through, watching bemused as the king gently kisses his wife’s head and then cradles their newborn daughter in his strong arms, gently cooing to her with a soft, fatherly gleam in his eyes.

“how absolutely beautiful. she takes after you, osyth. though she has my skin.” he runs a thumb down his daughter’s bronze cheek; though she is a little lighter, and the child seems to have taken a lot of her mother’s facial features as well as her snowy white hair, it is clear that his melanin and the curly, almost coily, texture of her hair are the most noticeable trait of his that she had inherited. time would only tell about her eye colour once the child opened them for the first time. but for now, he was just content with holding her.

the supreme deity looks over tiredly at her husband, her lady-in-waiting, wiping the sweat off her brow with a cool, damp cloth.

“yes, it does seem that my genes prevailed over yours after all. undoubtedly, though, she is our child.”

“what ever shall we call her, dearest?”

“hm.. how about [y/n]? that name sounds befitting for a princess.”

“yes. and a beautiful one at that. the first princess of the goddess clan and the one who was prophesied; [y/n] melrose, the bringer of light.”

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HOUSE OF CARDS .ᐟ

━━━ IN WHICH, a child of the heavens becomes the rebirth of the world; salvation is her name and judgement bows its head at her feet .ᐟ

content warning ; pre-canon timeline, slightly canon-divergent, fem!reader (black coded), original characters included, overpowered!reader, goddess royal!reader, major and minor character death, mentions of murder and attempted murder, classism, racism, social hierarchy, arranged marriages, messy relationships, gore, vulgarity, graphic descriptions of injuries and dead bodies, sensitive mental health topics. reader discretion is advised.

( I ) : THE BEGINNING TO AN END

⤷ the birth of the prophesied heir of the bloodline of the holy, destined to carry their clan to greatness and prosperity leaves the entirety of britannia with bated breath in anticipation for their arrival; the bringer of light.

⸻ created : ( JUNE 16TH, 2025! ) . . . more to come!

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Hi, I was wondering if you could do Lancelot x traitor reader? She was kinda like Jericho and left not too long after she did and joined Arthur's side but she still loves Lance.

hi! my requests are closed at the moment seeing as it is exam season and i’m focusing a lot on my studies at the moment! i hope you understand.

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────── WHAT ONE MUST DO

2.3k words ; mild dialogue and plot change.

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night descends briefly after the incident at the town’s square, which leaves the boar hat ready to be up and running for business. the tavern is especially packed with the amount of people choosing to treat themselves to a drink or two in order to loosen up.

“a toast to the owners of the boar hat!!”

“cheers!!”

while the atmosphere is cheery, not everyone is sharing that same sentiment. exhibit a: elizabeth.

“um… i’m... not sure if i’ll be any good. it’s my first time doing something like this,” the princess stammers, her fingers nervously fidgeting with the frills of her apron’s hem. “my heart is pounding…”

“ah, first time jitters, eh? don’t sweat it elizabeth, you’ll do fine! just make sure not to spill anything on the customers, ‘kay? these bunch can be a bit rowdy..” meliodas holds up an encouraging thumbs up, grinning assuringly to try and ease her mind.

“he’s right, princess. i’m sure these set of customers would be understanding since it’s your first day on the job. just try not to make a habit of fumbling things, okay?”

gulping nervously, the princess nods. sweat rips own her brow and she’s unsure whether it’s just her or if it’s gotten far too stuffy within the tavern. maybe she should open a window...

seriously, there isn’t any reason for you to be so hot and bothered,” hawk chimes in, snorting softly as he nudged his head against her calf. “you don’t even have to worry about gathering intel. just focus on your waitressing for today!”

“i see… i suppose that does make me feel less anxious. thank you hawk.” elizabeth flashes a small weary smile that doesn’t quite reach her eyes but seems to hold gratitude within it as well.

“remember, the most important thing to do when serving customers is to be relaxed.”

“right! i’ll be relaxed!”

you smile softly at her enthusiasm before heading into the kitchen to get started on the meal prep and the likes.

you had high hopes in elizabeth that things would go smoothly on her end— however, it doesn’t take long for you three to come to the joint conclusion that elizabeth isn’t really good at being a server…

none of you can exactly blame her; it’s not like royals get taught how to waitress, right?

although you had tried to give her the benefit of the doubt, you can’t help but wince every time she either got an order wrong, spilled the order on the floor. it’s clear that her nerves are getting the best of her and she’s getting a little overwhelmed with this experience.

“mel, i think you should handle serving the customers for now. we’ll have to teach her how to waitress another time...” you suggest, watching in worry as elizabeth profusely apologized to a table after getting their drinks wrong. thankfully, they weren’t too bothered and merely laughed it off, telling her to be more careful.

“yeah, good call” meliodas nods in agreement, stepping away from the alcohol station. “yo, el! take five. i’ll handle things here for now.”

elizabeth’s shoulders drooped and a sullen expression made its way onto her face but she listens and steps back to let meliodas take over what she was doing. she wants to feel helpful and can’t shake this feeling that she hasn’t been doing much since she joined you guys. she almost got all three of you killed and didn’t even contribute in helping the people of vanya, so the least she could do was help around the tavern, right?

meliodas notices how her eyes turn overcast as he walks up and gives her hip a gentle pat. “you’re all good, el. we just think you should observe us for now; it was wrong of us to put you up to this with no prior training. you’ve done great so far so just take a breather, yeah?”

“alright…” she muttered and trudged away to a corner in the back of the room next to the door. coincidentally, mead and that older lady from the village were there too. she hadn’t even noticed.

“you really aren’t good at this waitressing thing, are you?” mead taunted, which caused elizabeth to lower her head in embarrassment.

“no… it’s my first day…” she whispered.

“mead!” the older lady next to him grabbed his ear, tugging at it. “don’t say such rude things! keep this up and i’ll send you to the forest of white dreams if you keep this up!”

her threat caused the much younger boy to pale and clam up, his posture straightening up immediately. “i—i’ll behave! i promise! just don’t send me there!”

at his reaction, elizabeth tilts her head curiously. “the forest of white dreams? what is that?”

“it’s this really scary forest that’s covered in such a thick fog that travellers and even holy knights steer clear of!” mead answers, shuddering at the thought of being left there.

“rumours have it that there’re monsters there, too! ugh, i’m getting the chills just thinking about it…”

“that does sound menacing… but it also provides an excellent hiding spot..” elizabeth muttered to herself.

the old lady hummed in response. “i suppose you’re right, dear. many criminals can escape and find refuge there because they know that not even a holy knight will want to go in there. but, it’s very easy to get lost.”

“i see..” the princess nods, tucking away that information in the back of her mind. ‘i think i might’ve just found a very crucial clue.. but i can’t be too sure just yet..’

APPROXIMATELY 7 MILES OF VANYA VILLAGE : FORT SOLGRES.

“m—moments ago, we received a report from our soldiers stationed in vanya. an unidentified girl pulled out your sword… and she was accompanied by an unidentified boy, your majesty..” a young knight stammers out as his eyes flit between the paper reports in his hands and his superior.

“i think it must’ve been some random fluke that let the girl—“

“a fluke let her remove a sword a holy knight thrust into the ground? a sword that i thrust in the ground?�� gilthunder questions, rising from his desk abruptly. throwing him a sharp glare, the king’s consort begins walking up a set of stairs.

the young knight shrinks back from his icy gaze, sweat beading at his forehead. he feared that his slip up might have him hanging in the gallows. “n—no! that’s not what I meant at all!”

gilthunder ignores him and continues walking until he was at the tower’s window; the knights that stand guarding the area immediately straighten their backs.

“we hail the small sun of the kingdom!”

gilthunder merely waves off their greeting. “give me vanya’s range and heading. be exact.”

“it lies to the fort’s four o’clock, 7.3 miles away, your majesty.”

he nods his head in thought and eyes the spears the two hold in their hands. “would you two mind lending me your spears?”

“not at all, your majesty.”

“feel free to use them as you wish.”

taking the spears in his armoured hand gilthunder stalks towards the tower’s window.

“it should be about this angle...” he mutters to himself, holding one of the spears over his shoulder and infusing his magic into it. he takes a couple of steps back and quickly builds momentum before chucking the spear; he waits for a moment before the other one spear follows suit.

“that should do it.”

as you wipe down the kitchen counter, you can’t help but feel a shiver run down your spine; the muscles in your shoulders clamp up uncomfortably and a sinking feeling pools in your gut. you place down the rag in your hand, your eyes furrowing as you try to decipher what exactly is causing this reaction.

‘something’s heading our way…’

“oi, shouldn’t one of you go after her? elizabeth just walked out.” hawk huffed, his voice breaking you out of your thoughts.

“she did? I didn’t notice...” you trail off, removing your apron and rounding the counter. “i’ll go check up on her.”

pushing open the tavern’s door, you step into the chilly night and spot the princess seated not too far away on, her head tilted back as she stares up at the cloudy, starless sky.

“hey, are you feeling alright, elizabeth?”

“ah, lady y/n...” she turns her head back to look at you, an apologetic glint in her eyes. “i’m sorry. i know i’m still on shift, but the villagers were getting a bit rowdy… i guess i got overwhelmed…”

“oh.. you should go up and get some rest, then.” you place a gentle hand on her shoulder.

she shakes her head in disagreement, looking down at her lap with a bitter expression on her face. “i shouldn’t. this is no time to be wallowing in my own weakness and self pity.”

“hey, none of that. it’s alright to be overwhelmed in situations you’re not used to. you’ve been through a lot as it stands; a little rest will do you some good.”

“but so many people are suffering under the oppression of the holy knights. i can’t afford to dally around with everything at stake. if their princess can’t even handle a little waitressing, their chances look bleak.”

a sigh escapes your lips as you plop down and take seat next to her. “it seems that you’ve already forgotten the amount of danger and strain you put yourself through just to make sure your journey wasn’t for naught. in the end, you stumbled into the boar hat and found meliodas and i, didn’t you? all by yourself no less.”

her shoulders slump a little. “i suppose you’re right.. but still, it’s a bit pathetic of me to be doing all the whining when you and sir meliodas have been doing most of the heavy lifting…”

“hey, if you hadn’t wanted to help your people and taken this risk of looking for us, they’d have no chance at all.”

“i suppose you’re right…”

“it’s getting late, so go rest up, alright? mel and i will give you a proper demo tomorrow.”

she releases a small, tired yawn before getting up and brushing off her shorts. “alright, then. good night, lady y/n..”

“good night, elizabeth.” you wave her off as she opens the door to the tavern and steps inside.

suddenly, a spear speeds towards you at a fast pace. you brace yourself, placing a strain on your lower body as you grab onto it; the force that it carries pushes you off the hill the boar hat was perched on and down to the village. you break through numerous houses as you struggle to find purchase and slow down the spear’s rotation.

“fuck..!”

“lady y/n!!” elizabeth gasps, whipping back around and peering over the edge of the hill. to make matters worse, another spear was quickly showing face.

meliodas rushes out but is too late in grabbing it. “shit..!” he sprints toward the town, and the princess goes to follow him.

“don’t you dare! stay back, elizabeth!”

she looks between meliodas’ retreating figure and the chaos that was ensuing in the village below. “oh, stars… please guide us…”

the right sleeve of your shirt rips as whoever’s magical power that was infused in this thing singes it off. with great effort, you turn around and dig your feet into the ground in an attempt to stop getting thrown backwards.

your body skids to a stop after you put a little more weight on your lower body. after this you turn back around and angle your arm, taking a few steps forward to gather momentum before reeling your arm back and throwing the spear.

you sigh in relief, straightening up your posture. “god.. what the hell was that about..?”

“n/n!! watch out!”

you whip around to see meliodas sprinting at you with beads of sweat dripping down the side of his face. you look up and see another spear heading straight for you.

‘shit! i don’t have enough time to catch it—!’

you’re unsure of how to handle this situation and struggle to figure out what position to get into. but you didn’t need to think for that long before lucifer makes another appearance.

the giant serpent takes the spear into his teeth, the sharp fangs grinding against the metal in a cacophony similar to nails on a chalk board.

once the grinding stops, lucifer spits out the spear and licks his lips. “you needn’t stress about things like this, mistress. i’m here to protect you, am i not?”

you can’t help but smile. “thank you, lucifer. it seems that you’re always saving my ass.”

“that is my duty as your most humble servant,” the python bows his head before vanishing into thin air.

meliodas stops by your side, looking over you with worry. “are you alright?! your hand’s bleeding—“

you cut him off with a playful ruffling of his hair. “i’m fine, mel. but we can’t afford to say here any longer. we need to move.”

gilthunder is absentmindedly looking over the stack of papers on his desk, his head being propped up by his fist.

he barely had anytime to react when one of the spear’s he’d thrown crashed into the fort through the window, destroying the building in the process.

a screen of dust kicks up as holy knights yell over the debris trying to locate each other and the pink haired man.

gilthunder sits with his head slightly tilted to the left, a light cut on his right cheek that had a single bead of blood dripping down his porcelain skin. the spear is lodged into the headrest of his hair and although could’ve easily died from that, an eerily sinister grin etches itself onto his face.

“it’s just as i thought; you’re still alive, captains of the eight deadly sins... y/n. meliodas.”

“sir meliodas! lady y/n!” elizabeth calls out in worry as she runs towards you two with hawk following at her side.

“didn’t i tell you to stay inside?” meliodas grumbled.

“that’s besides the point! that spear belonged to the holy knight who attacked the village, right?” she asked, panting slightly as she tries to catch her breath.

“yeah. it was also our hint to leave the village as soon as possible,” you wipe your bloody hand against your shorts shirt.

“so soon? what if the village is attacked again after we leave?” she asks in concern, looking towards the villagers who were trying to make sense of the current destruction.

“they’ll be in way more danger if we remain as we are, elizabeth.”

her shoulders slump in defeat. “ugh..”

“it’d be nice if we had a place to hide,” hawk sighs, not liking the prospect of moving around so quickly.

elizabeth perks up now. “oh, right.. now that you mention it...”

you all turn to her, giving your undivided attention.

“earlier when i was taking a break, mead and that older woman said something about a really eerie forest that even the holy knights steer clear of. they called it the ‘forest of white dreams’.”

“really?”

“mhm! apparently the thick fog and unstable terrain of the ground is hard for people to navigate through. travellers avoid it altogether. he also said there were monsters..”

“that sounds perfect! it seems like you’re a natural at this intel gathering stuff, princess!” you clap your hands, a grin settling on your face.

“..are we going to skip over the part about monsters..?” hawk deadpans.

you guys ignore his concerns, already making plans to gather as many supplies as possible before daybreak.

“you guys suck.”

“well, if it makes you feel better, hawk, we’ll be going there for business purposes.”

“what the hell does that even mean?” the pig queries.

“in concerns to our journey of course. i know you’re slow, but c’mon pick up the pace.”

you and elizabeth facepalm as the other two begin to bicker again.

“enough! what lady y/n meant to imply is that one of sins probably lives there” elizabeth snaps, her patience with the two having worn thin.

meliodas and hawk shrink back, exchanging nervous glances. you have to admit, she is pretty intimidating when she wants to be. you almost forgot she managed to go months without getting caught in that rusty armour of hers and also outran fully trained holy knight apprentices an hour after getting over her fever. this girl isn’t weak at all and it seems you all need to keep that in mind more.

“alright, that’s enough of that. let’s go find out next sin!”

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[solarissttee]

────── YOUR OWN HEART

2.2k words ; abuse of power, mild dialogue and plot change.

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your gaze falls upon the older men who pant from exhaustion, their attempts of pulling out the sword proved to be nothing but futile. your lips curl downwards into a deep frown.

“only the power of a holy knight can draw out the sword of one.” the chief’s tone is sullen as he bows his head in defeat. “it’ll be difficult to break it to everyone, but this village is done for...”

“please don’t talk like that, chief! i’m sure there’s something that can be done,” you pat the old man's back to provide him with some reassurance.

just then, a little kid walks past you guys, his chest puffed out in pride. “what’s with all the pathetic moaning, you guys?”

you raise an eyebrow at him, confused by his laid back demeanour. exchanging a glance with meliodas who seems just as bewildered as you are.

“mead!”

the villagers glare at him, annoyed by his presence; it’s clear that they weren’t too receptive of his jab towards them but he doesn't seem to take the hint— or he just ignored it completely.

completely unbothered by the amount of glares he’s receiving, mead continues on his boastful rant. “i mean, seriously, some holy knight’s sword stuck in the ground is nothing! this would be a piece of cake for my buddies, the eight deadly sins!”

your eyes damn near pop out of their sockets at his proclamation, and out of the corner of your eye, you see meliodas’ body tense and elizabeth’s jaw drop. ‘this kid has some gall talking like that, in front of the holy knights no less. he’s only fanning the flames!’

“that’s quite enough out of you, mead!” an older woman scolds, making him flinch. “whose fault do you think it is that we’re in this fix in the first place?! and of all the things to say, why bring up those criminals?!”

“she’s right! don’t make the holy knights any angrier!”

“do you have a grudge against us?!”

the villagers begin to get riled up, obviously frustrated and targeting the child in consensus in order to have someone to make a scapegoat. whilst you don’t think that this child prattling on about you and the rest of the sins, you also don’t think that a bunch of grown adults, and his peers alike, should be hanging up against him.

mead, sensing the rising annoyance within the crowd, tries to explain himself. “oh, come on... that isn’t why i did it!” he protests, but unfortunately his voice is overpowered by those of the other villagers.

“we’ve had all we can take of your lies and mischief!”

“mead, you’re a jerk!” wails a little girl as she picks up a fairly large rock and chucks it at him. fortunately for mead, her aim was off so it missed, but unfortunately for meliodas, it hit him square in the face instead.

you and elizabeth wince in tandem.

“ow...” he groaned, rubbing his face. blood tricked from his nose and elizabeth hands him a handkerchief to help with the bleeding.

“hmph! i hate you guys!” mead huffs, crossing his arms in defiance, his body turning away from the townspeople.

“oh, yeah? well, we hate you more, mead!” another kid yells, a rock also in his hand. you quickly move out of the way as the children begin to throw rocks at mead, but they all seem to miss and hit meliodas instead.

“why are they hitting me?” the blond grumbles in exasperation as he quickly hurls himself and mead back to the tavern to escape the wrath of the children and their stones.

“stop it, all of you!” the chief reprimands sternly. “we have guests over! you lot need to conduct yourselves with more decorum!”

the children bow their heads in shame, each of them muttering out half hearted apologies.

“looks like we picked a lousy time to come here,” hawk snorts, turning his head to the direction of the boar hat.

“deep down, that child is an honest, earnest lad.” the old man sighs, shaking his head solemnly.

your eyes soften and your gaze lifts to the sword once more before you usher your two other companions back to the tavern.

back at the boar hat, before you and the other two returned, meliodas interrogates mead, trying to get some information out of him and gain context on the situation. mead tells him to give him food in exchange for what he wants to hear.

“if food’s what you’re after, then i suggest you wait ‘till my partner gets back.” just as he says that, the bell on top of the door chimes as you open it and step inside.

“hey, you two,” you give a wave before furrowing your brows in disdain at meliodas who was helping himself to a cup of ale. “why would you open a drink when we need to get more?” you scold, taking a seat next to him.

he shrugs, unbothered. “i was thirsty.”

“you could’ve taken water. that, we have in surplus.”

“for fuck’s sake, woman, get off my ass. god forbid a man wants to drink booze.”

“the fuck did you just call me? did those stones knock out the last ounce of sense you have?”

mead deadpans at the both of you while you bicker, and elizabeth busies herself with reprimanding mead for his mischievous ways.

“why do you care? you're not my mother,” mead scoffs, rolling his eyes defiantly at the princess.

she kneels next to him with a gentle smile and goes on to tell him of her very surprising years of being a prankster herself when she was younger and how she always got scolded by her father.

“okay, so what? am i supposed to care?” he cocks an uninterested eyebrow at her.

“i’m getting to it. jeez..” she frowns, but tries not to take his attitude to heart. “i wanted to get his attention. he isn’t my real father, you see.”

when elizabeth reveals the fact that she’s adopted, you sense a change in mood around mead. he seemed to be listening now.

“one time, i climbed a really tall tree that was in the garden and tried to give my father a scare,” the princess narrates, and you hold back a laugh for the sake of the serious conversation.

‘knowing the kind of person he is, the old man probably pissed himself’ you think, taking a sip from meliodas’ drink only to receive a deadpan look from him.

“you fucking hypocrite.”

“shush. listen to the princess.”

meliodas grumbles but keeps quiet anyway.

“when he saw me, he turned pale as a ghost and climbed up the tree after me. this man who had never climbed a tree in his life…” elizabeth recounts, smiling a little at the memory. “but sure enough, he fell out of the tree and hurt himself, though not seriously. i still remember it as if it were yesterday..” her tone gradually becomes more sullen as she continues to talk.

“…if father had died that day i... i don’t know what i would’ve done with myself…”

“i don’t lie and stuff just to get a rise out of people, either!” mead snaps, clenching his fists.

“will you tell us about it?” elizabeth asks softly, gently resting her hand on his back.

you have to admit, elizabeth has very effective interrogative tactics. must come with being a princess, you muse.

“my... my mom and dad were travellers, but when we made a stop at vanya a few years ago, they both died in an epidemic. the people of the village took me in and raised me as their own. i was really happy,” he pauses, beginning to get emotional.

“but i wasn’t anybody’s real family. i got jealous of everybody for having what i didn’t.” by this time, his eyes were glossy and tears streamed down his cheeks. “so i started lying... and playing pranks..” he sniffles out.

“is that also why you crossed the holy knight that came here?” you ask, trying to be as gentle as possible seeing as he’s still sensitive.

“of course not! what do you take me for, lady?!” he scowls at you, slamming his hands onto the table making elizabeth move back out of shock. “i did it because that knight treated everybody like crap!”

“i see… i’m sorry to have assumed.”

“so, if i’m understanding this correctly,” meliodas begins, arms crossed over his chest and head tilted, “you acted out of impulse because he insulted the hard work of everyone in the village. is that right?”

“yeah! the adults and kids alike go to a lot of time and trouble to make great ale! that jerk insulted them all! holy knights are no-good bastards!” mead seethes.

“what about that talk of you being friends with the eight deadly sins?”

silence befalls the table for a good minute or two. “…i lied.”

“yeah, we figured that was the case. but man, i gotta admit, my hopes were up a little” the blond sighs, passing over his remaining ale to you.

“i understand why you would lie using the eight deadly sins, and this is not a dig at you or anything, but you need to remember that they are still criminals under the law. two holy knights had heard your claim, no doubt they’re making the entire town pay for your carelessness,” you point out.

“i know, but... the eight deadly sins are wanted by the holy knights, right? if they’re being hunted by evil holy knights, then aren’t the eight deadly sins actually the good guys?”

“how the fuck do you even come to a conclusion like that?”

“language,” elizabeth scolds, shooting meliodas a pointed glare at his vulgarity in front of a child. he rubs his nape, avoiding her gaze.

mead thinks over the question then shrugs noncommittally. “i dunno, but it seems plausible to me.”

elizabeth smiles at him gently and ruffles his hair playfully. “you’ve got quite the perception.”

he flushes in embarrassment and bats her hand away, stuttering out something incoherent which draws chuckles from the lot of you. however, the light moment is quickly dampened by the loud and sudden uproar coming from the village. before you guys could react, mead was up and running out of the tavern with no hesitation at all.

“wait, mead!” elizabeth calls after him, but he pays her no mind and continues to run off.

“shit!” she cursed, getting onto her feet and going after him.

“we should go settle this once of for all, n/n.”

“agreed.”

the older men are loudly arguing with the holy knights in response to their threat of doubling up their tax if the sword isn’t taken out by sundown. apparently their reasoning for this threat was warranted because of mead’s bringing up of the eight deadly sins.

speaking of which, it doesn’t take long for mead to come running to the town’s square. he immediately begins to pull at the sword in a desperate attempt at getting it out. the holy knights snicker and berate him, threatening to up the tax to ten times the amount in their drunken amusement.

“what the hell are you doing, mead!?” once man yells out, horrified at the prospects of the townsfolk being subjected to such a high tax.

“are you trying to put us into even more trouble!? get away from there!”

mead doesn’t let the yells of disapproval faze him. he has a goal in mind, and it involves atoning for him mistakes. “no! i need to do this! i got us into this mess so i’ll get us out of it!”

“mead—!”

“that’s enough! all of you!” the chief cuts in. “can’t you see that the lad is trying to help us? instead of yelling at him, we should be at his side helping him as well!”

the older, more physical capable men look at each other and in silent agreement, they join in mead’s efforts to pull out the sword, even going as far as tying several ropes to the sword with many men at each one to use their combined strength in hopes of liberating their village. alas, only the power of a holy knight on equal ground could pull out this sword.

the knights laugh drunkenly at their efforts, one of them even toppling over, snorting loudly as he tries to catch his breath.

you and meliodas walk into the scene. the blond swipes the cups of ale from the knights’ hands and hands one over to you after cleaning the rim of the cup with his sleeve. “people who can’t appreciate good booze, don’t deserve to drink it. cheers, n/n.”

“cheers!” you click your drink with his before downing the alcohol.

in that moment, the ropes snap and everyone tumbles to the ground, exhausted and sighing in defeat.

“may i have the honours, captain?” you tease, looking down at meliodas. he grins up at you and gives a thumbs up.

“sure, go ahead. i got my action with twigo anyway.” he takes the cup out of your hand, taking leisurely sips from his own cup.

you stretch as you walk over to the sword, making sure to crack your knuckles before grasping the handle. “man, that ale sure hit right the spot. i’ve gotta apologize, though, we don’t really have anything to pay for it right now.”

you then slide the sword out of the ground with ease, sparks of lightning dancing around the blade as you do so. “so, i do hope that this will suffice.”

the villagers and holy knights alike gawk at you absolutely dumbfounded.

“impossible! only a holy knight could pull out that sword!”

“h—how could a girl pull it out as easily as that...?”

the ground then begins to tremble slightly, creating a light tremor. you grin cheekily; the water was flowing beginning to flow as usual. your smile widens in satisfaction seeing the holy knights get thrown off the well they sat on as water sprouts out of it, bringing smiles to everyone else’s faces.

you snicker as the two holy knights run away, no doubt back to their superior to report on this mess. you look down at the sword, the mana surrounding it still seeming so familiar yet unfamiliar at the same time. ‘i’ll hold onto this for the time being, i suppose.’

“hey, lady!” mead runs over to you. “that was incredible! are you and that other guy really holy knights?!”

you lean down and rub his head affectionately. “holy knights? us? we’re just the humble proprietors of a fine dining establishment.”

“don’t bullshit me, lady!”

“enough about us, little man,” meliodas steps beside you, slinging an arm around your waist. “there’s something left you have to do, don’t you?” he nudges his head over to the villagers who have sheepish apologetic expressions on their faces.

“mead...” the chief steps forward, “we know what we did was wrong and that if you don’t want to, you don’t have to forgive us… but, we are all apologizing for our behaviour.”

“forgive you? what right do i have to do that? it’s not like i’m not one of you...” mead mumbles sheepishly, turning away from them.

“hey now, none of that,” elizabeth scolds. “they want to make it up to you. go on,” she nudges him encouragingly, lightly guiding him forward.

“wh—what the hell? what do you mean, ‘go on’? i don’t… understand...” he stammers as tear well up in his eyes.

“mead…”

“mead.”

it doesn’t take long for him to cave. as soon as everyone started calling out for him, mead gave in and ran into their arms in tears, sobbing loudly. you see elizabeth smiling from the corner of your eye but notice how her eyes seemed sad.

you pull her close to your side which surprises her at first, but her lips curl upward. the three of you watch the townspeople with soft looks in a comfortable silence which meliodas breaks after a moment.

“no matter what lies you tell, you can’t fool your own heart.”

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[solarissttee]

Hello!

Could i request a lancelot x reader fic where the reader has a magic that heavely depends on nature like shes a walking flower and its why lance is so protective of her becuse hes still half fairy and yk nature and fairys are like this🤝 she somehow came to be part of the group along the journey and its like lance and the reader discovering together her magic and improving together like each time she practices hes there cus he wants to help somehow

If its too confusing or anything u dont have to write it just about any lancelot fic of yours i would read

take care and thx :)

hi hi!! you can find the fic here! sorry this took long, midterms were kicking my ass :c

[solarissttee]

────── NEATH THE GROVE IS A HEART

1.5k words ; lancelot x fem!reader (black coded) ; fluff, lancelot wants that cookie so effing bad, post-wallnack arc, use of pet names (pretty/pretty girl, sweets, etc), lancelot’s amazing teaching skills.

a sharp sigh falls from your lips, frustration etching itself onto your features. you huff out in displeasure, sitting against the floor, scribbling something into your  notebook. lancelot watches you with amusement.

“having issues there, sweets?” he mused, crouching down next to you, smiling fondly at you. 

your nose scrunched and eyebrows furrow deeply making you look like a cute bunny to him. he pinched your cheeks, lightly gripping the skin between his forefinger and thumb. 

“don’t frown like that. your face will get stuck.”

you hold back rolling your eyes at him, knowing that he doesn’t tolerate that level of sass— matter of fact, he would give it right back; he’s petty like that. 

“yes, i’m having a whole lot of trouble and I need to concentrate. you’re distracting me.”

“seems to me that you’re already distracted, sweets,” he plops down next to you. “you can always come to me for advice, you know? i’m training you guys for a reason,” he nudged his head over to the rest of your friends that were working on the “assignments” he’d given them. 

it’s been about a little over a week since you guys had come down to the demon realm, and although most demons seemed to be pretty hostile (towards tristan more so than the rest of you), they were fairly hospitable and not that bad to be around even despite everyone’s differences. 

in that time, lancelot had taken it upon himself to train you and the rest of the percival platoon; something about how all of your skill levels are mediocre and need to be improved. rude, but true.

“i know that you want to help, but i need to do this on my own…” you mutter, staring at the plant in front of you. 

lancelot had suggested you expand your horizons with the plants that you control so that they aren’t limited to just the ones in the human realm. he occasionally brought you plants from the fairy realm to help you out and thought that being here in the demon realm who give you something new to try your hand on.

 

“we’re a team, you don’t have to do this alone.” 

you wince when he flicked your forehead, but he then soothed it with his thumb, leaning in close. “I believe in you, sweets. but if you’re having trouble, then tell me. let me help you.”

“alright… i’ve not been able to get the stupid fucking plant to respond to me at all. i’m so lost, lance..”

he frowns at your downtrodden expression, tilting his head back in thought. “say, how do you normally get plants to obey you?”

“what?”

“you’re quite proficient with human botany, and you’re not that bad when it comes to fairy ones either. but it seems that you’ve reached a stump here. do you know why that is?”

“no, lance.. i don’t. if i did know, i wouldn’t be in this situation.”

“alright. the issue here is that you’re viewing the plant as a completely separate entity from you. do you remember what i first told you when we started to practice with plants from the fairy realm?”

in all honesty, he had gone on a thirty minute lecture about how you needed to know the plant inside and out; it’s anatomy, physiology, taxonomy, ecology, and other studies of plants. he went as far as borrowing books from hendrickson just for you to study with. thank the stars that nasiens was already on board the team, he was the most helpful when it came to helping you properly absorb all that information. 

“you told me that i need to understand the plant on a personal level..”

“yes, i did say that, but there’s something else that i’d told you. can you remember, pretty?”

you pause, racking your brain. after a solid five minutes of your mind drawing blank, you shake your head in defeat. 

he sighs but smiles softly. “you need to view the plant as an extension of yourself rather than something that’s separate from you. you have the ability to manipulate and conjure plants, but you’re limiting yourself. feel the plant, try to understand it and communicate with it. resonate with it.”

you have to admit, he has a point. you sit up on your knees, and shuffle closer towards the demonic plant. it was various shades of blue with dramatic spiral patterns that seemed quite fantastical and befitting for a plant species of another world. you reach out to touch it, closing your eyes to get familiar with it. 

lancelot watches you with a keen gaze, his eyes softening ever so slightly as his pupils dilate just a bit. for a moment, time seems to halt around him and you, the silence that encompasses you both is comfortable. 

five minutes pass, then ten, and suddenly it’s been over an hour. during that time, lancelot had gone over to help donny and nasiens with their training, leaving you by yourself.

you feel yourself growing restless and frustrated. you’re out of your element here but there isn’t anything you can really do about it. lancelot is right in his belief to push your limits; having various species of plants answer to you would be advantageous during fights, especially now that arthur and his chaos knights have been making several appearances lately. 

your frustration seems to be boiling over. your things ache, your back is stiff and your eyelid has been twitching nonstop for the past twenty minutes which is pissing you off even more. “for fuck’s sake! i can’t take this anymore!” 

lancelot and the others look over to you in worry. they had sensed your growing agitation but you seemed to be getting a little too worked up. 

lancelot, ever so sweet, is the first to be at your side. he’s rubbing your back gently and reassuring you softly that you’re doing okay. your eyes brim with tears of frustration which you desperately try to wipe away. 

seeing your distress, he cups your face within his palms firmly. “hey, look at me. look into my eyes, pretty girl.”

when your gaze meets his, he thumbs at your eyes, brushing away the stray tears that had fallen down your cheeks. 

“you’re alright.. you’re okay,” he carefully shushes you, squeezing your face slightly. 

“this is so frustrating..” you lean into his touch, letting him wrap his arms around you and pull you into his chest. he smells faintly of lemon, the citrus smell bringing you comfort like a cool drink on a hot summer day. 

“shh.. i know, sweets..”

“this dumb fucking plant hasn’t responded to me and it’s been over an hour! i’ve done everything you told me to and yet—!”

you throw your hands up in exasperation and it was at that moment that a surge of emotion magic erupts. the plant that sat not too far away from you, as well as every other plant within a 5 mile radius had now multiplied around the both of you. 

“what the—“

the both of you sit there in stunned silence before percival breaks it.

 

“woah!!! that’s so cool! there’s so many of them!”

you look around at what you’d just done in disbelief then up at lancelot who was already gazing at you with a smile. 

“see, you’re doing good like i said you are.”

you huff out a sigh, touching the plants that sprouted. their leaves twitch and seemingly reach out to meet your palm. you raise your hand, palm facing a good distance away from you as you beckon forth a flower. numerous vines swarm towards you, and loom around as if waiting for an instruction. 

“show off,” lancelot murmured softly, pressing a kiss to your cheek before letting his arms drop from around you, one of them however rests on your hip, squeezing ever so slightly. 

not too far off, you see nasiens examining the flowers and vines with percival at his side while donny was running away from a few of them that had gained sentience and began to chase him around. anne’s boisterous laugh was heard as she watched struggle. in short, everything had turned chaotic. 

lancelot deadpans and gets up, brushing off his clothes before holding his hand to you. “i think we should call it wraps for today. what do you say, sweets?”

you take his hand, letting him pull you onto your feet, his hands resting on your waist to stabilize you. 

“yeah.. that’s a good idea..”

“A LITTLE HELP HERE WOULD BE GREAT, LOVEBIRDS!!” donny yelled over to you, jumping to evade getting smacked in the face by a vine. 

“how did you manage to even piss them off?” you raise a brow, your hand raised in a placating gesture, telling the plants to stop. they leave him alone and drop to the ground. 

“i didn’t think they would be sentient!”

lancelot shakes his head at donny’s and the rest’s antics; though as exasperated as he might try to act, you know that he wouldn’t trade you guys for the world. 

“c’mon, training’s over! back inside!” he yells over, already guiding you into the demon king’s palace to call it a day.

anne, donny, nasiens and percy jog after you guys, all talking amongst themselves about something stupid, to which you find yourself smiling. 

yeah, you muse, this is nice.

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────── OUT OF MY LEAGUE

3.8k words ; lancelot x fem!reader (black & chubby coded) ; fluff, angst, established relationship, use of pet names (baby, pretty girl, etc), protective boyfriend!lancelot, verbal and physical harassment / bullying, violence, implications of torture, and use of terms of degradation.

something’s wrong. something is very, very wrong and lancelot couldn’t shake it off. he didn’t know what it was but it looked over him like a foreboding rain cloud.

from what he’s heard, his girlfriend has been acting off. the townspeople tell him that they aren’t sure when it started but they just know that something must be wrong with her since she hasn’t been seen for a long while.

hendrickson was the first person to tell him about this, explaining how she hadn’t shown up to her apprenticeship in weeks now and that he’s growing worried about her.

it’s bizarre, really. neither he nor anyone else has a clear grasp of what the situation is looking like on her end, and he’s not quite sure about how to approach this, but he figures he should go see her now that he has the chance to before his knightly duties get in the way.

the young prince strolls down the familiar streets of liones’ capital, taking in the scenery. it’s dreary out today, he notes; the sky is overcast and the clouds are heavy with the threat of a particularly bad thunderstorm. there’s a bit of wind, too. the strong breeze messes with the tresses of his blond hair, making it more unruly that it usually is, but he couldn’t be bothered to tame it.

‘she likes the rain. i wonder if she’s cuddled up reading right now,’ lancelot thinks fondly to himself, a slight smile on his lips as he stares up at the clouds.

he’s on his way to your home; a grocery bag of your favourite sweets cradled securely in one arm and a bouquet of flowers, a mixture of baby’s breath and red chrysanthemums (meaning everlasting love and i love you respectively) in the other.

he must look ridiculous — who would expect to see someone as imposing as the prince of benwick bringing gifts like those to his girlfriend? who would even expect him to have a girlfriend in the first place? he’s been so uninterested in women and relationships for as long as anyone can remember to the point that his parents thought he might like boys. not that they would mind, of course! they love their little boy no matter what!

but he does know that it makes him look a little too sappy despite his whole tough guy persona, but he can’t deny the fact that he likes giving you gifts and surprising you with the things that you like. his parents constantly shower each other with thoughtful gifts, whether they’re purchased or handmade, and it quickly became his way of showing affection as well.

you want that book series that’s all the rave right now? he’s going to be the first one to the library and get his hands on it. you want a bit of a sweet treat from that one bakery you really like? be prepared for a tummy ache, because he’s buying out their entire store. you’re eying up a nice dress or a much too pricey jewelry set? don’t worry, he’ll make sure to get it for you in every colour it comes in and and every coin spent is worth it. that’s how infatuated he is with you.

lancelot finally stops in front of your house, moving the flowers into his other arm and fishing into his pockets to pull out the spare key he’d been given by your parents. he was over so often that they’d just decided to let him have access whenever he wanted. it was better than him climbing in through the window — which he’s done on various occasions much to your parent’s (father’s) chagrin. (your mother actually finds it quite cute. it often reminds about her and your father’s young days in love).

he unlocks the door and steps inside, slipping out of his shoes and leaving them by the door. he knows how much you and your folks hate shoes in their living space. speaking of which, he doesn’t really expect to meet a quiet house. even though your parents are probably still at work, and your older brother is nowhere to be found — he’s probably at his apprenticeship with that giant tailor down the road — what is unusual, however, is the absence of his girlfriend.

usually, at this time you’d be home and humming a soft tune while you fixed yourself something to eat or tended to your pet dove. sighing uneasily, he ventures into the house and passes by the bird cage on his way to the kitchen, stopping to pet the ivory feathered bird, smiling when she coos in delight.

he sets the bag of sweets down and busies himself with putting the flowers in a vase and discarding the old, withering ones he'd gifted you before he became swamped with endless missions left and right.

while he does that, he picks up soft sniffling coming from your bedroom upstairs. his body stills momentarily as he focuses his hearing. a sob and an unintelligible mutter follows soon after and lancelot feels his heart drop.

“what the hell?” he mutters, abandoning the flowers and quickly ascending the stairs, keeping his footsteps light against the wooden floorboards so as to not startle you as he makes his way down the corridor until he stops at your bedroom.

the soft sobs are a lot more clear now and lancelot feels an ache in his heart. he’s been gone for at least a little over a month now. what on earth could have happened in that time period to cause you to be in such a state?

he raises his arm, fist curled and poised to knock. he raps his knuckles against the door once. then twice.

the sobbing and sniffling on the other side of the door immediately stop. he hears the faint ruffling of fabric and the quiet muttering of curses.

when there isn’t any answer after waiting a few moments, lancelot knocks for a third time. “hey, it’s me. open up, princess.”

there’s a loud silence, and it’s far too loud. he can’t hear what you’re thinking and it bothers him. did you get a magical artifact that blocks his heart reading? he’ll ask about that later, for now he needs to make sure that you’re okay.

“open up the door f’me, pretty girl. i know you’re in there.”

you’re frozen on your bed, feeling like a deer caught in a trap. you didn’t expect him to be here. he’s supposed to be on a month long mission, and that’s at the very least! had he already completed his tasks?

swallowing thickly, you work up some courage and roll out of bed. you catch a glimpse of yourself in your full body mirror and grimace at what you see staring back at you. your hair’s a mess, there’s bags underneath your eyes and it’s quite obvious that you’ve been crying and also not eating well. in short, you look terrible, and you couldn’t possibly bring yourself to face him in a state like this, so you take a step back from the door and find yourself back in your bed, hiding underneath the covers whilst curled up in the fetal position.

lancelot sighs gently when you don’t answer and takes it upon himself to make the first move. “i’m coming in, princess.”

pushing open your bedroom door, he steps inside and immediately heads straight for your bed and sits next to you. he makes an attempt to pull the covers off of you, but you resist adamantly, and so he settles for just stroking your skin through the fabric.

“hey, pretty girl,” he greets softly. “you alright?”

you don’t say anything but you do let out a soft grunt. he couldn’t tell if it was in affirmation or not, but he doesn’t press the matter.

“i’ve been gone for a little, hm? must’ve been lonely, huh? i’ll take you out to that new restaurant that opened up or we can go on a picnic and sit under our tree. whatever you want to make you feel better. how about it?”

“…no…”

lancelot cocks a brow at your answer. “no?”

what do you mean no?! you have never in your life said no to a date! now he’s certain that whatever must be bothering you isn’t just bad, it’s dreadful.

“(y/n), baby, look at me. please, let me see you.”

you’re begrudging to show yourself to him, considering that you feel and look like absolute shit. nevertheless, you couldn’t deny your boyfriend if you wanted to; especially not when he speaks to you so gently.

you peek at him through a tiny gap from underneath your covers before revealing yourself to his gaze.

lancelot’s breath hitched in his throat. you looked wrecked. your eyes are puffy and red rimmed, your face is a little flushed and there are tear streaks on your cheeks. he reaches out to wipe them off your face, his touch soothing and gentle.

“what’s wrong, hm? why’re you so upset, pretty?” he asks softly, leaning down to press a kiss to your forehead, then your cheek and over your eyes. he leaves soft pecks over the expanse of your face and ends it off with a gentle kiss to the lips.

“talk to me, baby..” he murmurs as he pulls away, stroking your cheek with his thumb.

you melt at the feel of his lips on your skin. you’ve missed him so much, but you’re still reluctant to tell him what was going on with you.

“i can’t help you if i don’t know what the issue is.”

you bite your bottom lip in contemplation before deciding to come clean. with a shaky breath, you begin to narrate the story.

it had all started about a month ago, back when he was away in the southern region of the country tending to some trouble that had been rising between the inhabitants there; the threat of a civil war was prominent but the king had believed lancelot was up to the task.

roughly two hours after his departure to the south, you’d been on your way back to hendrickson’s lab with an armful of herbs and magical ingredients that he needed for something he was working on. he’d been enthusiastic about it all week and as his student, you often ran errands for him.

the issue arose shortly after taking the shortcut through an alley that you normally did, humming lightly to yourself. it’s not like there was anyone lingering around the path, but you still somehow ended up getting shoved roughly to the ground.

the suddenness of the action caught you off guard as you tumbled to the floor, your knees and elbows scraping against the rough cobblestone. a groan is ripped from your throat as you push yourself onto your knees. your curse, noticing the bag of things that you’d retrieved for hendrickson scattered onto the dirty ground.

that’s when two shadows cast over you. looking up, you’re met with two guys, both of which are unfamiliar to you. they’re smirking a little, and you catch feminine snickers a little ways behind them and see three other girls standing at the entrance to the alley, whispering and pointing at you while they laugh.

you were floored. you don’t know these people. hell, you’ve never even seen them around, so what the hell is their problem with you?

“um, can i help you..?” you ask nervously, your eyes darting back and forth between the guys and the girls, pushing yourself back onto your feet.

the guys smirk at each other before one of them shoves you again, much harder this time. you’re back on the floor again, rubbing your right arm in pain; it had taken the damage when you fell and would most definitely be bruised after this.

“ouch! what was that for?!” you glare up at him, cradling your throbbing hand to your chest.

“heh. look at that, the cow’s getting mad. careful, man, she might run ya over!”

the five of them laugh as if that was the funniest thing they’d ever heard and your heart dropped. you know what this is now. you know who they are now.

without giving you time to get your bearings straight, the two guys grab both of your arms and hold you down to the floor, not letting you get up. the struggle against them as the three girls step forward.

one of them, undoubtedly the ringleader, looks down at you with a sneer, a condescending glint reflecting in her eyes. she walks around you, taking in your appearance before stopping in your line of sight once more.

“wow, you sure are ugly. it should be a crime for someone as hideous as you to go strutting about like you own the place.”

you’re taken aback by her rudeness, and stunned by her audacity. “excuse me?”

“oh, are you hard of hearing, too?” she scoffs, leaning down to stare at your face properly before clicking her tongue.

“it’s a wonder, really. how on earth did someone like you manage to charm sir lancelot? did you place him under some kind of spell? i wouldn’t put it past you since you’re studying all that magic crap with sir hendrickson. i mean, really, he could do so much better than you! i’m right here so what exactly makes you so special that he’d turn me down for you?” she rants, getting nods of agreements from her gaggle of friends.

your eyebrows furrow at her words. so that’s what this whole thing is about? she got her feelings hurt by lancelot’s rejection and now she’s taking the embarrassment out on you to make herself feel better? her head is so far up her ass that it’s actually laughable.

“let me get this straight. the five of you are seriously ganging up on me because my boyfriend turned down your advances? just how pathetic are you?” you cock a brow at her and feel satisfaction bloom in your chest at the way her face flushed and contorts into a mixture of embarrassment and anger.

one of the guys takes it upon himself to smack you hard across the face to defend her honour. “shut it, tramp. you don’t get to speak to her like that!”

your cheek stings from the impact, and you have to blink to comprehend what had just happened. these random people that you do not know are actively harassing you because their ringleader was turned down by lancelot.

“now, now. it’s quite unchivalrous to hit a woman, bart.”

“a woman? don’t disrespect women by associating this cow with them. she’s an animal that needs to be reared!”

your eye twitched in irritation at his insult. you go to defend yourself, but are rudely cut off by the ringleader.

“you’re quite audacious, i’ll give you that. however, i don’t take kindly to people taking what’s supposed to be rightfully mine. you see, my father is a well known knight of liones, naturally it makes sense for his daughter to form a relationship with someone in the knightage or of a higher standing,” the ringleader, whose name you still do not know, states matter-of-factly.

“sir lancelot isn’t just any ordinary knight, he’s one of the four prophesied knights of the apocalypse and also the prince of benwick! i don’t know why he chose you as his partner when he could have someone far better! it’s simply mind boggling!”

‘oh, my god… does she ever shut up..?’ you think to yourself, rolling your eyes with a scoff.

“since i’m a kind and gracious person, here are the options i’ll be giving you so that we can all get along and come to a consensus; either you break up with sir lancelot and let me become his girlfriend, or bart and nathaniel here will take their leisure in beating you to a pulp,” she says with a smile, her voice sickeningly sweet as she towers over you.

you feel yourself stiffen, but your resolve doesn’t waver. “are you joking? is this a joke? you know it doesn’t work like that, right?”

she scoffs. “what do you mean by that?”

you deadpan at her. was she genuinely stupid or just so entitled that she had no clue of how things worked in the world.

“if lancelot rejected you the first time, that meant he wasn’t interested in you. i doubt that he’ll suddenly fall head over heels for you if i were to break up with him — which i won’t be doing by the way.”

“so? i’ll just make him love me. it’s not that hard.”

you release a tired sigh, feeling a migraine in the back of your head. “lord give me the strength..”

the girl chuckles. “that’s right, you should be praying right now. since you refused to cooperate when i’ve given you an option, i’ll let these two do as they wish to you.”

with that, she and the other three girls turned and walked off, leaving you alone with the two guys who smirked down at you, cracking their knuckles. it’s safe to say that that night was one of the most gruelling experiences you’ve ever had to face. by the end of it, you were left slumped against the ground, bruised and bleeding in pain.

they’d roughed you up with no remorse, leaving you with a split lip, a lot of bruises, possible head injury and other minor things. you honestly don’t know how you made it home that night or how you managed to evade your family members for so long without them getting too suspicious of you.

and things only got worse from there. those five would often ambush you on your way to run errands or head to hendrickson’s lab, and sometimes, you’d catch them lingering a little too close to your family’s bakery.

it’s been relentless bullying for weeks now, and it’s so bad to the point that you don’t leave your house anymore. you get paranoid every night when getting into bed, wondering if they would go as far as breaking and entering in order to torment you further, which thankfully hasn’t come to pass. yet.

during that period of constant misery, the seed of insecurity was sowed deep into you. you started eating less and less to the point where you didn’t do it at all. you couldn’t bring yourself to face anyone and nearly smashed the mirror in your bedroom but refrained from doing so because you knew that if any of this were to come to light, things would spiral out of control quickly.

and it’s not like you didn’t try to tell an adult what was happening, it’s just that every time you attempted to, the beatings became even worse; you eventually just accepted it and kept your mouth shut.

lancelot sits in silence for a moment, her hands clenched into tight fists as his entire body vibrated with a rage so powerful that his mana was making the atmosphere grow heavy.

midway through the story, you’d broken down into a fit of heavy sobs, incoherent words and more than two times you’d hyperventilated. lancelot feels a vein bulging from his forehead and he desperately tries to rein in his anger in order to provide you with a space that’s a little easier to express your emotions.

wordlessly, he brings you into his embrace, his calloused palms, dedicated to bringing justice, rub your back soothingly whilst he comforts you with sweet words and gentle kisses.

“it’s okay, pretty girl.. i’m right here and i swear to you that i’ll make sure they pay for this. they’ll never hurt you for as long as i’m alive.” he cups your face, tilting your head up to look you in the eye.

his reddish-magenta eyes peer into your darker coloured ones, affection and reassurance swimming in their depths. slowly and gently, he eases you into a deep kiss, one of his hands rubbing at the small of you back while the other carefully angles your face. he takes care to not turn it heated. usually, he’d kiss you with the intention of leaving you breathless, but right now he’s kissing you with the intention of calming you down.

when he pulls away after a few moments, he gets into the bed with you, letting you snuggle into his chest and relax. his natural lemony scent is like a warm, spring day, and instantly lulls you into a deep, restful slumber. lancelot kisses your hair, his arms tightening around you as he watches you sleep.

he’s angry. livid, even.

how dare those five imbeciles raise their hands against you, his darling, sweet girlfriend? how dare they mare your soft, supple skin with bruises and cuts? how dare they cause you so much stress that the thickness of your body, the cute chub that you have has waned significantly due to you not eating? how dare they cause you so much pain and torment that your radiant complexion looks dull? how dare they strip the life from your eyes? how dare they make you miserable? how dare they?

lancelot grinds his teeth, and finds himself planning out his next course of action, because if there’s one thing about lancelot, it’s that he does not play about his loved ones, his girlfriend most especially. and now, he’s ready to show them just why his catastrophe is war.

when the sun sets finally upon liones, lancelot carefully pulls away from your embrace, shushing you gently when you begin to stir, murmuring a soft “i’ll be back, my love,” before slipping into the dark of night.

the air is cold and the streets are wet. rain pits heavily from the darkened sky, a testament to your anguish and his rage.

and like the saying goes, revenge is a dish best served cold. therefore, lancelot unapologetically gets blood on his hands. unapologetically, he hits a woman— three women— despite his chivalrous upbringing. unapologetically, he tortures for your sake. he swore to you that they’d never be able to harm you if he had any say in it.

i mean, what damage would they possibly be able to do if they no longer had their fingers intact?

and who would even believe them if they were to accuse him of doing something so horrid? after all, he’s an honourable knight of the apocalypse, the first born son of the king and queen of benwick, so why on earth would he do such a thing? they’d have to out themselves first before laying their accusations, and he knows they won’t do that. therefore, his crime won’t be revealed.

once satisfied with how the events of the night turned out, lancelot returns to your home and holds you through the night. comforting you whenever you got restless from nightmares and when the sun comes up the next day, he spoils you in every way imaginable. because you’re his girl and he’ll do anything to keep a smile on your beautiful face.

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i’m cooking up something lancelot nation… i’m cooking….