#ᯓ ᡣ𐭩 𝐕𝐄𝐍𝐔𝐒 : 𝐒𝐃𝐒 ˎˊ˗

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Nnt rewrite Thursday: the celestials might be descendants of the goddess clan, but they use the power of the moon to heal rather than holy/light magic. It takes less of a toll on their bodies but they can only heal when the moon is up or else it wouldn’t be a complete healing and their mana would completely deplete. They can store up mana overnight but have to use it in little amounts. Thank you for coming to my Ted Talk.

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I’m so sorry to the people that have requested things of me. I literally have been so busy lately but I’ll try to work on them >:) (also someone requested lancelot bf headcannons but I accidentally deleted it so I won’t be able to let you know when it’s done. I’m so sorry 😖)

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Do you write for Escanor?

I do!! I’ll write for any nnt character really. Feel free to recommend something :))!

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NURSE’S OFFICE .ᐟ

summary ; escanor finds himself in a precarious state after facing off assault mode meliodas. naturally, you’re tasked with bringing him back to peak condition.

request ; “ hihihi may I ask you to write a one-shot where escanor gets sick and the reader takes care of him, please? ” — anon

pairing ; escanor / black fem druid!reader

wc ; 607.

tags ; fluff, burnt out escanor, druid!reader, takes place in the second holy war.

notes ; my first escanor request. i lowkey had trouble writing this so it’s short and might be a little bad.

𝐜𝐚𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐮𝐞

it’s a rather peaceful day in britannia, well, as peaceful as it can be with demons currently invading the realm. 

as a druid, you’ve been working overtime trying to fend off lesser demons and also heal up any citizens that had gotten harmed during an attack. what you weren’t expecting, however, was to be tending to the seven deadly sins’ strongest member. that’s right, the person you're currently tending to is none other than the lion sin of pride, escanor, himself. it almost feels surreal.

he’s badly hurt. from what you’d gathered from the other sins, he was engaged in a battle to the death with meliodas who had gone on a rampage in his assault form. he was able to put the demon prince out of commission, but the whole ordeal took a toll on him.

currently, you’re healing his wounds and applying some herbs to help as well. your healing skills might not be the most proficient, but you’re damn good at making medicine and ointments.

escanor, beginning to regain his consciousness, reached out and grabbed your hand when it hovered over one of his wounds. you blink in surprise, then offer a kind smile. his reflexes are incredible.

“lord escanor,” you start off gently, “it’s a relief that you’re awake. how are you feeling?”

the lion sin looks at you, his tight grip on your wrist slowly lightens. he sits up and observes you, studying you carefully.

“my apologies, miss, i wasn’t familiar with your presence, i acted on instinct. i do hope i didn’t hurt you.”

you smile gently. “no need to worry, my lord, i’m quite alright. you however, are not. you need to rest a bit more, so please lay back down. i shall inform your comrades that you’ve awakened.”

escanor nods, he isn’t going to go against the gentle orders of a woman such as yourself. you’ve gone through the trouble of tending to his injuries, so, of course he’ll comply.

after relaying the news to merlin, you head back into the room to keep tabs on his condition. in your hands is a bowl of food and a glass of water. 

“it’s important that you get your energy back up, my lord. fighting with demons as strong as the ones you face is quite taxing,” you gently set the bowl down in his lap and keep the glass on his bedside.

escanor silently watches as you go about your duties. “thank you, it’s a pleasure to have such a beautiful woman tend to me. i feel better already, thanks to your lovely self.”

your cheeks flush in embarrassment from his praise. who knew this scary man could be such a sweet talker? then again, you heard he was a lover of poetry, so it adds up nicely.

you two spend the hour talking, but it doesn’t take long for trouble to see you guys out. the tavern begins to rock and you’re damn near thrown into the window. if it weren’t for escanor catching you by your wrist, you would’ve gone flying. when the tavern settles down, you’re draped across his lap, wondering if you’d made the right decision in taking up meliodas’ offer to join their crew. 

escanor’s large hand rests on your lower back. “are you alright, my dear?”

“uh, yes… my lord…”

escanor gently lifts you off his lap and gets off the bed. “unfortunately, miss, i have to resume my duties. thank you for your service.” he takes your hand and kisses it before briskly walking out the door and going to join the other sins downstairs and you’re left internally reeling.

“what the hell just happened…”

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DARK RED .ᐟ

summary ; at the height of the holy war, the goddess clan suffers a great loss, but ludociel’s loss is greater.

pairing ; ludociel / black fem!reader

wc ; 2.0k

tags ; set during the first holy war, angst, death, themes of war, descriptions of dead body, slight body worship, hurt/no comfort, ludociel actually showing emotion.

𝐜𝐚𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐮𝐞

something bad is ‘bout to happen to me.

ludociel stares at the scene laid out in front of him, his eyes actually open for a change, but within their pearly pools is something unreadable, something dark and grief filled. and he’s spiralling, terribly so, as beads of sweat drip down his forehead; his breathing out of its normal pace.

he watches on in silence as one of the medics remorsefully drapes a white cloth over the dead body of his younger brother, a stone cold expression on his face. his blood that was once boiling over had now run cold at the realization that he’s lost mael, his baby brother. he’s lost his pride and joy.

the medic looks up at him, then averts her gaze back to the fallen goddess. a strong man was he, tis’ a shame that his soul has departed. as tradition, she mutters a small prayer before standing up straight and clearing her throat. 

“i’m very sorry for your loss, sir ludociel,” she offers a sympathetic look, but he doesn’t respond to her. it’s obvious that he’s dissociating, memories flashing through his head, all going far too quickly for his liking. the world begins to fade out the longer he stares at the corpse. he feels sick.

i don’t know it, but i feel it coming.

the medic steps out to give him some privacy and goes off to tend to more injured soldiers, seeing as healers in this war are short on hands. people are always flocking to be a part of the war and die in glory but nobody ever wants to help keep the injured alive, that’s why soldiers in the goddess clan never last long. them and their damn pride.

as she walks, the distinct sounds of wails and yells for a medic could be heard. she speeds up her pace. “what ever is the matter? what is–“ 

“no, this has to be a joke! wake up, your highness, please! you have to wake up!”

the medic pauses as she watches the scene in front of her unfold. the loud sobs of lilian, who she recognizes as the second daughter of the earl of the azure region, and the lady-in-waiting of the realm’s first princess. to have her sobbing like this could only mean…

“out of the way! coming through!” she pushes past the less experienced healers to assess the situation and the sight that greets her, makes her spine shiver. “o-oh… oh, stars… this is...”

meanwhile, ludociel is still standing over his brother’s corpse, his mind muddled with thoughts of how he’d failed as an older brother. but, the increasingly loud wails of your lady-in-waiting, jolts the archangel back to reality. her heart wrenching wails and desperate pleas for you to open your eyes makes his heart drop to the pits of his stomach. an uneasy feeling immediately settles over him.

outside the room, chaos had erupted. the medic that had been tending to his brother’s body was desperately trying to heal you, to no avail.  

the archangel hadn’t the slightest clue as to what was happening, but with the way that lilian was sobbing, he needn’t a soothsayer to tell him that something had just happened. With brisk steps, ludociel exits the room to see what the commotion was all about, muttering a small prayer in the hopes that the worst hadn’t happened. not to you, he couldn’t bear that. not now, not in this moment. not ever.

however, it seems that the creator had surely ignored his prayer, or rather, he might have offered that prayer far too late. the first thing ludociel sees when he steps out is lilian sobbing on the floor in front of tarmiel who was trying to hold her back and coax her into a more calm state while the medical staff taht were present all gathered around something, or someone. everyone seemed to be in disarray. 

might be so sad, might leave my nose running.

“your highness, please…”

“in the name of the stars, what is happening over here? tarmiel, escort lady lilian to someplace more quiet,” ludociel speaks, stepping closer. he peers down at the medical staff who are all huddled together on the floor. 

“move.”

there’s an awkward silence; he’s ticked off and his patience is stretched thin. “i said, move. i won’t repeat myself a third time.”

begrudgingly, the staff move away from whatever it is that they're hiding from his sight, and ludociel actually regrets ordering them to do so. if his world hadn’t already crashed when he’d seen mael’s corpse, it definitely did now. 

there’s a long pause as he stares down at the ground, his forehead creased as if unable to comprehend what he was seeing. his gaze shifts over to sariel who had been quietly observing the scene, however the latter couldn’t bring himself to look his comrade in the eye. 

ludociel feels his mouth run dry, and his throat is closing up. his ashen eyes flit down to the mangled corpse on the floor, he feels his heart drop down to his feet; the gruesome sight of the woman he’s dedicated himself to serving — loving, laying limply and lifelessly served to be his final straw.

“sariel, what…” ludociel doesn’t finish his sentence, or rather, he couldn’t, and that’s astounding for a man who knows what to say in any situation; this one, however, has rendered him completely speechless. the silence of the other archangel makes things worse.

the medics all have their heads bowed and are silently offering their prayers. sariel watches on from the sidelines silently, his eyes downcast as well.

ludociel walks closer, and the state in which your body is in makes bile rise through his throat. it’s much, much worse than mael’s body. whoever killed you, lacked any compassion and delivered their hits mercilessly.

despite their attempts at healing you, your neck remains twisted in an irregular angle, and those beautiful eyes of yours that were once so bright and full of life, stare off soullessly. it unsettles him at how someone whose eyes sparkled so brightly, would have their light die out like this.

the rest of your body is in an even more terrible state, and he can’t even bear to look at you, feeling the urge to shut his eyes once more. your fluffy white wings which would always puff up when you were cold, were reduced to a dirty, blood soaked mess of broken bones and scarce feathers. your soft body, the one he would always worship like you were the supreme deity herself, is littered with cuts and deep gashes, not as bad as they were before, but not good either. some of them are still bleeding, the crimson liquid spilling onto the white, marble floors, effectively painting them with the essence of your life.

“…”

ludociel kneels and scoops your body into his arms, his hold on you gentle. your lover holds you close to his chest, not minding the blood and dirt that soils the white garment he wears over his armour, his only thought is to at least feel you and your warmth one last time. but, a man can only dream. you were cold, long gone. ludociel feels sick.

the longer he stares at your corpse, the more his stoic demeanour cracks. it’s like everything around him is losing colour and turning his surroundings to a dull grey. the voices, the wails, the rampages of war begin to get blocked out as he falls back into his head. ludociel is tittering on the edge of breaking down into a fit of tears as he’s painfully reminded of his words to you earlier. he wants nothing more than to hit himself. he can’t bear to face the realization that he’s lost everything he was fighting for. his little brother and his lover. oh, the tragedy.

he’d planned to propose to you once the war was over, planned to take your last name or give you his, whichever you’d like more. he’d planned to have mael as his best man and share the most special day of his life with the one family member that he actually cares about, but those filthy demons had to go and pry that wishful thinking out of his hands. his grief gives way to an underlying rage that he doesn’t allow himself to feel. ‘not yet, ludociel. not yet.’

ludociel promptly turns on his heel and walks away as silent as he came, leaving the rest of the medical staff and sariel to exchange silent glances. as intimidating of a man ludociel is, he has emotions too, and having to send off a family member and a lover in one go? that might be the hardest thing he’ll have to do, and they can’t help but pity him.

“oh, stars..”

ludociel reenters the room where his brother was officially announced dead. the archangel sets you down on the bed next to mael’s with a grim expression, his armoured hand softly stroking the skin of your cheek. 

“my darling..” he whispers, ashen eyes taking in your appearance. even though you’re nothing but a bloody corpse, you’re still as beautiful as the day he first laid his eyes on you.

ludociel takes his gauntlets off, his tanned skin tracing the skin of your face, then falls down to your neck, and continues its way down. he takes his time, his hands running down your chest, to your thighs, and occasionally slipping underneath you to drag them up your spine. his lips eventually follow suit. every touch and every kiss is accompanied by him healing your wounds, restoring your body to its former glory in an act of worship. 

somehow, he feels unworthy to touch and kiss you like this, but you’re going to be cremated, your body and soul going back into the higher heavens where they belong. he knows that this is the last time he can do touch you this way, because if he doesn’t do this now, he won’t get the chance ever again, and that thought kills him inside a little more.

before he finally comes to terms with your passing, ludociel kisses your lips. they’re cold and cracked, a stark contrast to the warm, supple and sweet-tasting lips he’s normally used to.

should he be kissing a corpse? no, that’s far from hygienic.

does that stop him? also no.

gazing at you for a moment longer, ludociel allows himself to shed a tear or two for you and mael in an act of mourning; he won’t get this chance for a while. he kisses you one last time. a kiss goodbye.

“rest well, my love.”

i just hope she don’t wanna leave me.

at 8:10 p.m on august 3rd, xxx, stigma headquarters captured and disposed of thousands of demon civilians near the fairy king’s forest, effectively ending the long standing peace treaty established by the first princess and first prince of the goddess and demon clans respectively, therefore, kickstaring and heightening the holy war. 

at 9:30 p.m, archangel mael fell victim to and died from an encounter with the ten commandments’ estarossa of benevolence. roughly half an hour later, the second princess of the goddess clan, elizabeth, and the first prince of the demon clan, meliodas, died as well; cause unknown. 

at 10:49 p.m, her highness, the first princess perished from an ambush orchestrated and executed by the ten commandments’ monspeet of reticence and derieri of purity in an act of vengeance for their fallen people. 

with the death of these four major figures, stigma and its allying clans have taken a loss and the victory of this war has fallen into the lap of the demon clan. archangel ludociel has arranged for “the sealing.” her majesty, the supreme deity and the leaders of the allying races of stigma have all consented.

this is the peak of the holy war, the decider of britannia’s fate. will the guiding hand of light prevail or will the bloodline of darkness rule the land for millennia to come? 

whatever it may be, may the creator and the stars help us all. 

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KISS ME MORE .ᐟ

summary ; ludociel is a passionate lover, but he is also someone who has trouble expressing himself properly with words; what better way to convey his love for you than with kisses?

pairing ; ludociel / black fem!reader

tags ; fluff, slightly suggestive, body worship, ludociel is whipped but he’s also a tease, purely self-indulgent.

𝐜𝐚𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐮𝐞

ludociel’s normal way of kissing is soft, but passionate. his kisses are featherlight; he kisses you delicately but with an intensity that leaves you both warm and covered in a thin sheen of sweat. he sees you as a work of art, one that chaos themself took the proper time and materials to sculpt and bring you to life, and he kisses you accordingly.

“ludo, that tickles,” you let out a small giggle, looking down at the archangel who’s busied himself with littering your body kisses.

he’s been at it for over an hour, gently kissing down your body. currently, his lips are pressed against your right foot.

bemused, he asks, “does it?” before moving back up your leg with a small grin, taking pleasure in the little noises you’ve been making in response to him. he admires the little dark splotches on the expanse of your skin; evidence of his work.

“yes—“

you cut yourself off with a yelp when he bites into your calf then licks over it to soothe the sting. your thigh twitches.

“my darling is always so responsive to my kisses,” he chuckled. “i wonder what other sounds i can draw out of you.”

your head turns away in embarrassment as he repeats the pattern he’s been going by. kiss, bite, lick, kiss. a never ending cycle.

“ah, ah, don’t hide from me, my love. let me see those pretty eyes; i want you to watch me,” he looks up at you as he kisses up to your thigh.

“you can’t get embarrassed now, you should be used to this already. keep your eyes on me while i worship you, okay?”

ludociel’s farewell kisses hold a lot of longing within them; longing to come back to you and spend his time wrapped up in bed with you, holding you close to his chest while you take your fifth nap of the day. he hates leaving for missions that will take him far away from you, but it must be done, it’s his job after all.

“i’m gonna miss you,” you pout, your hands idly playing with the white fabric draped on ludociel’s armour.

ludociel sighs, rubbing your waist. “i know, dear. i’ll miss you too.”

the supreme deity has yet again sent him on another mission, this one farther away from home than all the others. and to make it worse, it should take at least a month or two to complete. you don’t want to let him go, but you know just how important his position is to him.

“can i get a kiss before you leave, ludo?”, your head falls into the crook of his neck, trying to engrain the scent of him into your nose.

“you know you don’t have to ask, love. I would kiss you regardless,” he cups your cheek, his armoured hand feeling cool against your skin.

you tilt your head back to allow him a proper angle for a kiss. he leans down and captures your lips with his, pressing a long, soft kiss against it.

he would definitely miss you and his kiss conveyed that. his hand on your waist squeezed tightly, but not enough to hurt you.

“i love you. wait for me, okay?”

“always.”

ludociel is a tease, in every aspect of the word. although he loves the feel of your lips on his, he also loves making you squirm or work for a kiss. he’s a cocky little shit, but you’ve made your bed, so you have no choice but to lie in it.

ludociel lets out a low chuckle seeing your cheeks puffed out with an equally amusing pout on your plump lips.

“is something the matter, my darling?”

you grumble, feeling yourself tittering on the edge of wiping off that shit-eating grin on his face. you’d been feeling needy for kisses and came to him in hopes of getting what you desired, but you should’ve known better than to think he would kiss you without his usual teasing.

“what do you think?”, you huff, turning away from him. he grasps your chin, turning your head back to face him.

“you haven’t told me what you want. i’m no mind reader, darling.”

liar. he knows exactly what you want, he knows you better than you know yourself! he just wants to hear you say it out loud, knowing fully well how fidgety you get when you want to ask for his affection. he finds it cute.

you pout even more and grumble out something, he leans down closer to you.

“speak up, love, i can’t hear you.”

“I SAID, I WANT A KISS!”

you feel heavily embarrassed, but it’s not your fault! it’s ludociel and his stupidly handsome face and his stupidly great kisses. you want to bury yourself in a hole.

“hm, is that so? my beautiful girl wants a kiss? who am i to deny her?”

you glare at him. he’s been denying you for thirty minutes straight! you’re almost tempted to leave and give him a taste of his own medicine, but you really need that kiss.

he kisses you, one hand on your cheek, the other running up and down your spine. his lips eventually stray from your lips to go down your throat to the base of your neck, leaving light nips and pecks along the way.

your fingers thread through his hair, you envy how silky and soft it feels. once he’s done ravaging your neck, ludociel comes back up to kiss you for longer till the both of you are breathless and panting for air. you hide your face in his chest, still feeling a little embarrassed for how desperately you acted.

he rubs your back, laughing softly. he’s well aware that you’re embarrassed. “you’re so cute, my love. maybe i should start making you beg more often.”

“do not.”

ludociel’s kisses are sloppy, needy and rushed when you’re both out in public. he wouldn’t kiss you in front of all those important people, he has a reputation to uphold. but the minute he’s not being swarmed by one person or the other, he’s pulling you aside for a quick make out, maybe something more.

“ludociel, someone might see us here,” you mumble between kisses, but your lover is too preoccupied in your taste to actually care.

he has his tongue in your mouth, his hands fiddling with the zipper of your dress. “you worry too much,” he finally speaks, pulling back to let you breathe, but not for long. he’s quick to dive back in, attacking your swollen lips even more. he’s insatiable when he’s like this.

there’s spit dribbling down your chin, you don’t even know if it’s yours or his. the kiss is messy, extremely so, and you’re worried it might escalate into something that could very well paint the both of you in a bad light.

“seriously, ludo, we could get caught…”

“oh come on, love. just a little more, please? i’ve been so swamped by those pretentious nobles..” he pouts.

you sigh, unable to resist giving into him when he looks at you so very pleadingly.

“fine. but no more than kisses, alright?”

“no promises.”

“ludociel.”

“fine, fine..”

ludociel’s lips taste incredibly sweet, like the tea he normally drinks with his desserts or that one cheesecake you both love. whenever you feel the need for something sugary, you just kiss him instead, that way you get love and sugar. a win is a win, after all.

“love, i have to work…” ludociel sighs, one arm wrapped around your torso, the other writing some report.

he didn’t know how this happened or what led to it, but now, you're sitting in his lap, kissing his lips fervently. his lips are swollen from the onslaught of kisses that you’re still delivering to them, but he makes no moves to stop you either. maybe he’ll humour you, after all, it’s not everyday this happens. this does, in fact, happen everyday.

“your lips taste so sweet, though. like éclairs…”

he chuckles at you. “do they, now? are you craving sweets, my love?”

“maybe…”

he pats the small of your back when your head dips down to his neck, resting against him. he kisses your temple. “we’ll get some when i finish up this report okay? i have to get it in by the end of the day. once i’m done, we can go to that one bakery you like so much.”

“I’ll hold you to that.”

ludociel’s morning kisses are lazy, just like the both of you when you awaken so early. he wishes he could spend the entire morning just laying in bed and kissing you.

the sun rays peak from in between the gaps of your curtains. ludociel’s arm is thrown over you, holding you to his chest in a protective embrace.

your eyes flutter open and it takes a moment or two for you to blink the sleep out of your eyes. when you do, you look up at your sleeping lover, admiring his features. he looks even more beautiful when the sun hits him from this angle.

when he feels your gaze, ludociel’s eyes open and his white irises peer into your darker ones. you smile at him.

“good morning. how’d you sleep?”

it takes him a while to register your greeting, but he mumbles a small ‘good morning’ back, craning his neck to plant a kiss against your lips.

it lacks the usual firmness ludociel would normally kiss you with, but you can’t blame him. it’s far too early in the morning and he had a long night the day before.

you reciprocate his kiss, letting your eyes close. you’re pretty sure he’s fallen back asleep even though his lips are still pressed against yours.

you pull back and stroke his face, brushing away the little strands that’ve slipped from the braid you put his hair into last night.

he sleepily chases after your lips, his hands settling onto the dips of your hips, running his thumbs over them in circles. he leans in, pressing his lips to yours again, sighing in content through his nose as your mouths mould together in a familiar rhythm. your hands find their way to his chest and his arms wrap around you firmly. he never wants this moment to end, but you both will have to get up eventually. ‘till then, he’ll spend this time he has with you trading kisses.