#4kota writing

[bunji-enthusiast]

Hello could you do a one shot for Tristan where Gawain fittest with his fem s/o and he gets jealous

I hope I understood this correctly dear, but here you go!

"Wha-" You blinked a multitude of times, trying to even register an ounce of understanding in which the female knight had uttered the very words toward you. In the sense, you could almost feel your face heating up from embarrassment, being put in such a spot. Gawain just seemed to not be at all deterred, she was actually serious, without a shadow of a doubt. Now, that truly had told you that in which she had said was nothing short of a half-hearted truth. Unto that and nothing more, she actually had a gall to flirt with you.

Well, you were aware that she had a penchant for flirting with others who rendered themselves in the same gender, however the last thing you expected was being a target to her flirtatious misdeeds. Though in all your heart, you didn't want to be rude to her, it was nothing wrong of the sort. More so it was often times old drunkards who had high reputations for preying on young pretty girls.

"You heard me pretty miss," She tilts her head, shredded as may be, but she seemed akin to that of a toddler. "How princey over there managed to get you is lost to me, I am rather far better." Gawain postulates, making your blood almost boil at the rather invertedly common insult. Among empires and gentleman it was always common to spit out insults and curses of which those who were born into higher riches. But by no means was that Tristan's fault, he was simply born into monarchies, those of whom were greatly respected amongst the people of Liones. He had greatly inherited a lot of his kind and gentle traits from his mother as well, you could see the resemblance not in just genetics alone, but by mannerisms and their actions.

"You shouldn't talk about him like that, it isn't nice." You replied, albeit with a firm tone. Habitually you were always quick to defend the silver-haired nephilim against anyone who had spoken bad about him, but be it one of his very own comrades? It's naught high for impossibility!

"It's not like we're friends, Im on a far different level than he is. Even in the time I've known him, he continued to be traitorous." Gawain's brows furrowed, half-hearted in hatred and about green with envy.

Yet here the situation stood, strong and spiteful for one, and another revered in the very sense of objectivity. Gawain too was a woman, that was no lie, you thought she would understand such matters. It was otherwise you were disproven of such thoughts, right here and now. In a way you could understand her perspective about Tristan and considering her feelings on the matter of his abilities as well, but in no way will you ever consider it acceptable that she insulted him in such a manner.

"Still though, it's not as if you two are supposedly enemies." You stand your ground, even with a harsher grit. Despite the fact you highly dislike confrontation, you were easily faced with the brunt of the concept, which came to reality speedily. "Gawain with all due respect I would like it if you did not speak about him that way."

A soft call of both your names snapped you out of your ever building stupor of aggrieved and sexual bullying, leaving you a little surprised that Tristan was approaching the pair of you.

"Why are you two fighting?"

Oh that same, sweet old tone. Easily wanting to amend whatever bonds there may be left, yet there was something else tapered in between the lines of his words. Something reminiscent rarely ever displayed in action, it was bare, yet it was still there. You were once again a little stuck in motion at the thought of it, you thought you were disillusioned. Gawain just stuck her head out, "Nothing that is your business, this is between the two of us."

"I understand that." He interjected in a gentle manner, lifting his gloved hands up to appease to Gawain's current bullish behavior. "But the energy seemed to be rather dreary, so I was starting to get worried."

There it was again, passing by as it once had before just a mere minute ago. How is he doing that? Whatever it was. All you were doing, was just watching Tristan and Gawain converse, but you were easily torn away from your statute display cobbled with imaginary stone. Watching as Tristan approached you with a concerned expression painted on his face, he gently pressed his hands on your shoulders.

"Are you alright?" He questioned, patient as can be. You turned your head to see that Gawain was leaving the area, making you loopback to Tristan's face, shrugging your shoulders in confusion as to what just had happened. You wondered what even happened at all, all there was is a steady argument, you know that Gawain wasn't going to attack you, so why did Tristan intervene? He had no reason to do so. Then you thought back to when he first approached, not far from a few minutes ago. Something about him seemed slightly different, it was just a mere tendril but it was enough to shake you somewhat.

So finally, "I'm... fine. I'm fine." You repeated, about twice until you had seen the disbelief about your wellbeing in his eyes fade. "What was that about?"

Tristan's brow contorted, confusion. "What was what about?"

You shook your head in disbelief, nodding your head at where Gawain had left you two alone. Tristan seemed to notice the source of your confusion, easily misplaced as it is however. You still didn't understand how, or why.

Tristan's bloodlust was rather suffocating earlier.

[newtthetranswriter]

Hi, I hope you are having a great day/night! I was wondering if you could write a Drabble for Tristan liones x male reader reacting to a kid who claims they will marry the reader when they grow up.

If this doesn’t spark interest that’s totally okay no pressure(:

Word Count: 937

Paring: Tristan Liones x Male! Reader

A/n: Hi, thank you so much for the request, I’m having a good day, how about you? I thought this idea was really cute and I hope I did it justice. Tristan might be a little ooc but this is also my first time writing for him so I hope it’s okay. Anyways enjoy and as always remember to hydrate or diedrate.

 

  Being in a relationship with one of the Four Knights of prophecy is one thing, but when that knight also happens to be the Prince of Liones things get a little more hectic. It’s not so much because the relationship is constantly under the eyes of the public, but more so because Tristain is an interesting guy. 

   Simple dates of walking through the market quickly turn into helping an old lady with her shopping, or stopping some thugs picking on a shopkeeper. His need to help out those in need isn’t a bad thing, it just leads to some strange situations. Like the one he found himself in now. Yet another simple date in between his duties as a Holy Knight has turned into helping someone in need. 

  While the young couple was enjoying a picnic in the fields just outside of Liones, their quiet conversations were interrupted by the sound of a crying child. With neither Knight being able to ignore the sound of someone in need, they both quickly stood up and followed the sounds of distress.

   The two quickly found a young girl curled up near the base of a tree, tears running down her face. Slowly approaching the girl, Y/n kneeled down next her trying not to frighten the child more than she already seemed to be. 

  “Hey there, are you okay? Are you hurt?” He asked in a calm voice while Tristan looked around for any sign of the child's parents. The young girl only sniffled and shook her head. “Okay, what’s your name? I’m Y/n and this is Tristan, we’re Holy Knights and we want to help you get home safe.” He said with a gentle smile and motioning towards Tristan, trying to get the girl to open up so they could help.

   After a moment of silence, the girl wiped her face before looking up at Y/n. “I’m Cynthia.” She said in a small voice.

   “Nice to meet you Cynthia, do you know where your parents are? I’m sure they’re worried about you.” Tristan said as he came closer after not seeing any sign of worried parents in the distance. 

   The girl looked like she was thinking for a second before answering. “They’re at work. I was playing tag with my friends and ran too far away. When I couldn’t hear them anymore I got scared.” She explained.

  Nodding along with what the girl was saying, Y/n thought up a plan. “How about we help you get back to your friends then? I’m sure their game isn’t as fun without you there.” He said standing up and offering his hand to the little girl.

  “Are you sure?” She asked, still sounding a little nervous but still taking the offered hand.

  “Positive, games are boring if you’re missing friends.” Y/n answered with a bright smile. Tristan nodded in agreement.

  Seemingly pleased with the answer, Cynthia nodded and for the first time let a smile stretch across her face. “Okay, we were playing closer to town near the little shop run by fairies, I think.” She tried to explain as they began walking in the direction of Liones.

  As they walked, Y/n tried to get to know the young girl, hoping that his questions would help relax her after being lost even for a short time. Tristan on the other hand walked ahead of the two keeping an eye out for the girl’s group of friends but also listening closely to the conversation happening behind him.

  “You know, Mister Y/n you’re really handsome.” The girl said as a small group children slowly started to come into view.

  Startled by the sudden compliment, Y/n looked down at the child. “Thank you, but what makes you say that?” He asked curious as to why the girl was randomly complimenting him.

  Cynthia just shrugged before responding. “Because I’ve decided, I’m going to marry you when I grow up.”

  Hearing the statement caused both Y/n and Tristan to freeze for a second. “Oh look, there’s your friends. You should probably go back to them now.” Tristan said, breaking the silence.

  “Oh really, Thank you.” The girl said before letting go of Y/n’s hand which she had been holding since the beginning of the walk. “Bye Mister Tristan, and bye future Husband.” The girl said with a smile as she ran back to play with her friends.

  Once the girl was completely focused on her friends, who all seemed happy that she came back safely, Y/n turned to Tristan. “So your jealousy of a six year old.” He said with a slight smirk on his face.

   “Am not. It’s just her friends looked worried and I figured it was time for her to let them know she’s okay.” The prince responded while crossing his arms over his chest. “Plus you froze up too. Were you considering accepting her offer?” He asked, turning the teasing on his now frowning boyfriend.

   Trying to cover the slight blush creeping up his face, Y/n turned away from the nephilim. “No, I was trying to figure out how to tell her I’m planning on marrying someone else.” There was a second of silence before Tristan let out a sound of confusion, that was similar to a ‘who’ but wasn’t really a word. “You’re lucky I love you.” Was all Y/n said in response before pulling the confused prince into a quick kiss. “Now can we go back to our picnic?”

   Snapping out of his confused shock, Tristan tried to ignore the blush that took over his face. “Uh, Yeah sure.”

(dividers by @/cafekitsune)

[mauve-ic]

What if Nasiens wasn't the only one who was planned to be kidnapped ? What if Tristan too was supposed to be kidnapped ? What if he finally wasn't because Meliodas was so happy to have a child he slept in his crib the first few nights to be sure nothing happened ? What if Elizabeth found them in the morning and asked herself "why did I marry this man ?" and "how did he succeed in actually sleeping in such a small space with a baby in his arms ?"

[mechaness]

First of many

So much had happened. Nasiens had found her biological family, she found out about herself, she almost died... but now her hero was with her again.

When the battle was decided, a few words were exchanged and someone gave Percival a cloak so he could cover up. He hadn't even realized he was naked. He apologized, though it was clear he didn't see the issue.

After a while, her new family (she had to present them to Ordo as soon as she could!) left her alone with him, sharing knowing smiles.

Nasiens couldn't stop looking at him.

Percival... She smiled.

"So you are a fairy now? That's so cool!" Percival's voice was so soothing to her. How had she missed his smile!

"Yes... I'm not used to flying, though..."

"But now we can fly together!" Percy said, laughing. He grabbed her hands and gently lifted them up. Nasiens was shocked but soon started smiling again. A little spin in the air, and she was laughing along with him.

"I just can't get used to the height..." she admitted looking down, feeling cold sweat in her forehead. It had been fine in the battle, but now... She looked up at Percival, thinking how silly she was being. Something gleamed in his eyes.

He threw her one of his winning smiles and she felt her heart stop.

"Well, that's easy! Just keep looking at me!" His face was too close to hers, but then again, he had never been good at respecting people's personal space.

And Nasiens couldn't think of anything better to look at than his eyes. He always managed to calm her down. She could do anything as long as he's with her.

"See? You can fly really high if you want!" Like a spell being broken, she looked down. She almost let out a scream. They were so high up she could barely see the ground!

Her arms moved on their own, hugging Percival. She hid her face in the crook of his neck, trembling.

Percival was shocked. Not because of the hug, he loved Nasiens' hugs, as different as this one felt. However, she felt like dead weight. Had she stopped flying?! Of course she wasn't in any real danger as long as he was there to hold her, but...!

"Nasiens?!" He could hear her mumbling nonono again and again, "I'm sorry! I thought...! Are you ok?" He was so worried about her and Nasiens was still trembling, but she managed to answer,

"Ye-yeah..." she looked up. She was again at a loss for words. She knew Percival was still Percival inside, but he was really big now, and tall, and... she could feel her face aflame. "Yeah, I'm... I'm good. I was shocked, I guess..." she couldn't look him in the eyes anymore.

Percy was silent for while before he spoke again.

"You really feel different now, uh..." Nasiens eyes widened at his comment.

"Wh-what do you mean? Is it bad?" Percival's silence made her a little nervous. He wasn't looking at her anymore. She forgot to ask again though, since they landed in the hollow part of a cave, up in a mountain, and the sight amazed her.

"It's beautiful..." she said. Percy agreed, but he wasn't looking outside. His eyes were fixed on the pretty girl he was holding by the waist.

Screw pretty, he thought. Nasiens had always been beautiful, but now... It was like a whole other level. The way she held herself felt different. Also,

"You got boobs now!" he shouted, almost giving her a heart attack. She almost tripped, blushing like crazy.

"Ye... yeah..." she put her hand on her chest. They weren't even that noticeably, but... "the whole thing feels weird..."

"Bad weird?" he sounded genuinely curious.

"N... no, I don't think so. I never felt bad being called a boy, but now... I like this. Being a girl, I mean. It feels right, but I'm... not used to it yet. Not completely, at least. Is that weird?"

"I don't think so! Anyway, Nasiens is Nasiens, no matter what! You are amazing!" when he looked at her, he could see that gentle smile of hers that he loved so much.

Nasiens was so grateful. Of course Percival wasn't fazed. He was just Percival. He hadn't even questioned her change, something which she she was grateful for. She couldn't even imagine how she could start explain the whole thing to him.

She was thinking how much she loved this side of his and was so deep in her thoughts, she didn't realize when Percival got behind her.

"You gotten slimmer too, right? Right?" his poking sent shivers down her spine. What was his obsession with her back?!

Nasiens felt her face aflame again.

"Please, don't do that!" she almost screamed, taking a step back.

"Why? Can't I touch you?" he sounded so innocent, she almost felt bad. But when she looked up again she saw how serious he was. She felt taken back. He had never looked at her like that before, not like this.

How could she tell him that the only thing she wanted was for him to touch her all over... it was just so embarrassing to admit!

She felt her true feelings coming forward before she could stop herself.

"Well, if you a-!" a flashback made her stop. A painful memory crossed her mind and she felt silent.

Anghalhad.

She felt her blood boil.

"...you know what. I think it's best that you don't." She turned, not before giving him the iciest look he had ever seen. That kind of look was never directed at him! Percy got worried.

"N-Nasiens?! Are you angry at me? I hate it when I make you angry!" he ran to her. He grabbed her hand so she couldn't get further away from him. She flinched and stopped, but she didn't look at him. "I'm sorry, did I say something bad?"

"You got Anghalhad to touch, don't you?" she said, immediately regretting her words. It wasn't Percival fault, or Anghalhad's for that matter. Plus, she knew Percival didn't understand these kind of things! She barely could, after all.

"Yeah, I guess..." Percival's voice made her angrier and she felt so ashamed. She took her hand back, snapping at Percy.

"See?! Go to her for all I care!" she looked down, hiding her eyes as best as she could. She couldn't face him like this...

"Wha...?! No! I don't want to! I want to stay here with you! Nasiens!" he grabbed her by the shoulder, shaking her a little. He had to make her understand...!

Were those tears?

"Nasiens...? What's wrong?" she lifted her arm, trying to wipe her tears with her sleeve.

"I... I'm a horrible friend! I don't hate Anghalhad, I actually like her... but thinking about you two...!" she put her hands on her face, trying to control herself. "Who am I to say anything? You are free to do whatever you want...! But I hate it! I hate the thought of you two-!"

Percy hugged her so tightly she almost couldn't breathe. She felt his hand grabbing her hair, same way he had done early that day.

"P... Percival?"

"I won't touch anyone else!" he exclaimed, shocking her. "I don't really get it, but I thought of some else touching you and that made me angry, so I guess it's the same for you? Is that it?"

"Ye... yeah."

"Is it because you love me?" Nasiens felt trapped. She was about to protest when...

"Cause I love you too!" he said, his smile so bright it blinded her. He caught her so out of guard she almost fainted.

"Well," he continued, "I love all my friends... but with you... love falls short. Does that make sense? I want to hold you forever..." Percy said, snuggling to her. Looking down he saw her eyes, so full of hope and love, he couldn't help but smile. Nasiens smiled back.

"Y-yes, it makes sense. I... I feel the same way." Nasiens couldn't believe it. She confessed! She managed to do it and now...

"Good!" he grabbed her waist again, lifting her from the ground, "then it's settled!"

Nasiens felt tears forming again, this time from happiness. Things could be so easy with him sometimes... but then she remembered their little argument. She blushed again.

"A-about before... I don't mind, you know... but, you have to ask."

Percy was confused for a moment. Then it hit him.

"Really?!" he had pulled her down a little. His face was so close to hers...!

"Ye-yeah."

"Can I, then?" he asked. His lips were so close to hers, she felt her heart about to explode.

"Yes..." she tried to close the distance and...

"NASSIE! Percy! Dinner time! Come on, where-! Oh, there you are!" Tioreh shouted, appearing out of nowhere.

"...what are you two doing?" she asked, innocently.

It was a rare sight, if you asked her. Nassie with her face all red, pushing Percy away. Her hand was on Percy's face and he looked miserable, ignoring Tioreh and trying to get close to Nassie.

"But you said I could...!" he whined.

"QUIET, PLEASE!"

Tioreh had never seen Nassie so embarrassed. It was fun!

Later that night...

Nasiens couldn't believe it. They had almost...!

But the moment had been ruined.

She put her hands on her face, sighing. Maybe some other time... She was fixated in the fire next to the log she was sitting on, deep in thought.

"Nasiens! I was looking for you! Look!" Percival's voice took her out of her trance. She looked up to see him better, confused in what was she supposed to be looking at.

He placed a white flower on her hair.

"I knew it! It suits you!" he said, making her blush yet again. She gently touched the white flower with her fingers. "You look beautiful, you know!" Nasiens felt her blush deepen. She was going to get a fever from blushing so much...

"Thank you, Percival..." she smiled at him and he smiled back, love in his eyes. He sat down next to her and she rested her head on his shoulder, sighing.

"Man, that sucked, uh?" he suddenly said, looking down at her. "I really wanted to kiss you."

Nasiens was definitely getting a fever.

"Re-really? Honestly, I did too..."

Without much thought, Percy turned and grabbed her by the waist, surprising her. He flew them away from the dinner and the rest.

In the air, with the moon shining brightly, he looked at Nasiens. He smiled, closing the distance between them.

"Can I?" he whispered.

Nasiens laughed. He really took it to heart to ask first.

"Of course...!"

Their laughter filled the night. At least for tonight, everything was going to all right.

[theprinceofliones]

Ahem ahem. LanceTris but bottom Lancelot where trans!Tristan pegs him bc “Lance it isn’t fair that I’m the bottom all the time” and Lance isn’t really too into the idea but he loves Tristan so eh, sure fine.

He does NOT expect Tristan to fuck him so hard he actually cries.

He’s gasping, hiccuping on sobs with every thrust that has stars dancing behind his eyes. He’s clutching onto Tristan so tight he’s sure to leave bruises, and making noises he never thought himself capable of making. Tears spring in his eyes and he chokes on a cry as Tristan folds him in half and fucks the dildo into him like he wants to fuck him in half. Shit, is this how Tristan feels when Lance goes down on him and makes him lose his goddamn mind?

“So good,” Tristan gasps out, smiling wide as he pants and bucks his hips to continuing fucking Lance. “You look so pretty, ah—I never knew you could look so, /fuck/, fucking gorgeous, Lance. You should see yourself, right now.”

Lance suddenly makes a whining sound that causes him to throw his arms over his flaming face to somehow hide his shame and Tristan makes a mournful sound, leaning down to him to get close to his hidden face.

“No, no, Lance,” Tristan practically whines. “Come on, I wanna see your face. You look so pretty. Please? Let me see.”

Lance wants to cuss him out, wants to shrivel up and die but—fuck! It feels so good. Who fucking taught this guy how to fuck like this? Surely couldn’t have been Lancelot himself—right? Or did Tristan learn everything from Lancelot when Lancelot was fucking him? Gods, he feels so good, he doesn’t even care to think right now.

Suddenly, the two hands gripping the underside of his thighs come up to pull his arms away and Lancelot chokes on another gasp as his eyes open to meet Tristan’s own and he catches sight of the younger teen’s shocked expression and his hips come to a stop, causing Lancelot to heave for air.

“Are you okay?” Tristan immediately asks, brows furrowing in concern. “Babe? I’m not hurting you, am I? Why’re you crying?”

Lance makes a pitiful noise and squeezes his eyes shut and then stutters as he feels a tear fall down his red, sweaty cheeks.

“I—“ His voice wobbles. “N-no.”

“Are you sure?” Tristan double checks, still worried. “Lance, if you’re not comfortable with this—“

Lancelot suddenly reaches up and grabs Tristan by the back of his head and pulls him closer by his hair, causing the younger teen’s to gasp and for his cock to twitch inside of Lancelot’s ass and the blonde grunts with it.

“If you don’t keep moving,” Lancelot sniffles out. “I’m gonna fuck myself on your dick all on my own. Hurry up already!”

Tristan’s sputters for a moment before a shaky smiles etches across his lips; excited.

“Okay, okay,” He laughs and then shoves Lancelot down until he’s hovering over him again and folding him in half. Lancelot gasps with it and clings to the bedsheets with it. “Since you asked so nicely,” Tristan grins and begins to /fuck/ and Lancelot nearly screams.

They don’t stop for a long time, and by the time they’re done, Lance can’t feel his ass and just because Tristan offers to do their laundry and clean their sheets does NOT mean he’s willing to forgive him so easily. No way.

…but if Tristan fucks him like that again, surely maybe he’ll be feeling more forgiving.

[dynamyte16]

PERIL…

The arena roared with deafening excitement, its atmosphere crackling with a mixture of anticipation, cruelty, and bloodlust. The stands were packed with spectators of every kind—noblemen, traders, commoners, and criminals��each one shouting, hollering, and making bets as they leaned forward in their seats. Some waved banners, others held up coins to wager on the fight, their eyes gleaming with the promise of bloodshed.

The announcer’s voice boomed over the roar of the crowd, carrying through the stadium with a practiced flare for drama. “WELCOME ONE AND ALL TO THE FIGHT OF THE YEAR!” His words echoed across the sand-strewn arena, and the people surged to their feet in excitement, their chants filling the air like a living, breathing entity. “TODAY IS A DAY TO CELEBRATE BECAUSE IT'S THE BIRTHDAY OF OUR QUEEN SCARLET! AND JUST AS NICE AS SHE IS, SHE’S LETTING US WITNESS A FIGHT TO THE DEATH!!” The announcer bellowed, his voice carrying with a theatrical glee that only fueled the frenzy.

The crowd erupted in cheers, a cacophony of excitement and madness as they clapped, whistled, and shouted. In the high, shadowed box above the arena, Queen Scarlet sat regal and unmoving, her eyes gleaming with cold amusement as she surveyed the scene below. A wicked grin tugged at the corners of her lips, her posture elegant and commanding in the gilded throne. Flanked by two armored guards, she appeared like a dark goddess watching over her domain, the flickering torchlight casting shadows across her sharp features.

“OUR FIRST PRISONER OF THE DAY WILL BE ONE FROM THE DEMON KINGDOM!” The announcer’s voice rang out, sharper than before, signaling the arrival of the first combatant. With a sudden, brutal push, a hulking dark-gray demon was thrown into the center of the arena. The crowd responded with a mix of boos and jeers, their disdain palpable. The demon’s sharp red eyes scanned the arena, taking in the jeering faces, the high walls of the stadium, and the large chains that wrapped around his limbs, designed to keep him grounded.

He glanced down at his foot, where a strange metal anklet glowed faintly, its purpose clear: to suppress his powers. His wings, usually a sign of his power and agility, were useless against the chains that bound him, and the magic that flowed through his veins was muted by the strange device. It wasn’t the first time he had been rendered powerless, but it still made his blood boil. This arena, this place of torment, was designed to break beings like him—prisoners of war, demons, outcasts.

“OUR NEXT FIGHTER, YOU KNOW HER, YOU LOVE HER, THE CHAMPION FOR 6 YEARS IN A ROW... PERILLLLLLLLL!” The announcer's voice soared in a crescendo, filled with excitement. He pointed dramatically toward the opposite end of the arena, and the crowd erupted again, their cheers deafening. They had seen her fight before, the young girl who had become a living legend of death, her victories a symbol of both fear and admiration.

The metal doors at the far end of the arena began to slowly rise, creaking and groaning as they opened to reveal the dark, damp hallway beyond. From the shadows, a small figure emerged—a girl no older than nine, her hair a mess of black strands tipped with golden ends, wild and unkempt. Her skin was pale and malnourished, her frame small, almost fragile looking, though her eyes—the color of deep blood—glistened with an unsettling intensity. They were not the eyes of a child; they were the eyes of a killer, predatory and calculating.

She wore a faded white dress that clung to her thin form, dirt and grime staining the once-pristine fabric. A small belt cinched around her waist, holding a dagger that seemed almost too large for her to wield, though she carried it with an eerie ease. Her feet were bare, the ground beneath her littered with sand and dust, and the heat of the arena sun cast a harsh light across her form, accentuating the gauntness of her features.

The demon’s eyes widened in disbelief as he watched her walk forward, her bare feet leaving faint scorch marks in the sand with each step. He had expected a grown warrior, someone with muscle and experience, not a child. This was the infamous Peril? The girl who had claimed victory for six years? She reminded him of his own king and queen in the demon realm—elegant, regal, but far too small, too delicate, to be anything other than a child. Yet there was no mistaking the aura of death that surrounded her. Even from this distance, he could feel it, a strange, suffocating pressure in the air.

The crowd’s energy shifted as they saw her, some cheering louder, some whispering among themselves. They knew she was deadly, but seeing her now, in the flesh, made it real. They had seen her burn her opponents alive, crush them with her tiny hands, leave no trace behind. A child. Yet a force of nature in her own right.

“CLAWS READY, POWER SET… BATTLEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!” The announcer yelled, his voice ringing out like a clarion call, and the crowd, in unison, erupted into a frenzy. Their chants and cheers were deafening, all eyes locked on the two fighters standing at opposite ends of the arena.

The demon flexed his claws, his expression twisted in both disgust and amusement. He had no wings, no magic. He had been reduced to a mere animal, and this child—this creature—would be nothing more than a plaything. A moment of satisfaction before he tore her apart.

But Peril didn’t flinch. Her gaze never left him. Her red eyes locked onto his, a silent promise of death hanging in the air. As the announcer’s voice rang out, the signal for the battle to begin, Peril didn’t need words. She didn’t need a weapon. The fire inside her was enough.

The battle was about to begin.

The gates slammed shut behind Peril as she walked back into the dark corridors beneath the arena, her footsteps soft against the cold stone floor. The cheering from the crowd above still rang in her ears, a distant, hollow sound. She had heard it countless times before—the bloodthirsty screams of the masses, eager for their next death. But there was nothing in her heart anymore. No joy. No thrill. Just a deep, gnawing emptiness.

She didn’t need to look back to know the demon was defeated. She had felt his soul fracture beneath her touch, felt the heat spread through his body like a flood of fire. The way it twisted and turned him inside out. The way his screams had echoed in her ears long after he fell silent.

The corridors were dim, lit by flickering torches that cast long, dancing shadows along the stone walls. Peril’s fingers ached, the fire still burning just beneath the surface of her skin, ready to erupt again. The curse was always with her, gnawing, waiting. Sometimes, she hated it—most times, she hated it—but she had long ago learned there was no escaping it. It was as much a part of her as her breath.

As she walked, she passed a small cell where prisoners were held, waiting for their turn in the arena. They stared at her with wide eyes, some with fear, some with awe. They had seen her win before. They had seen her burn. But they hadn’t seen what she had become.

One prisoner, a man with tattered robes and a bruised face, whispered as she passed, “You—are you human?”

Peril stopped, her heart tightening at the question. She had heard it before, many times. But this time, it stung more than usual. She turned toward the cell, her red eyes gleaming like embers in the low light. The man recoiled, but there was something in his gaze—a mix of pity and curiosity.

“Me? Human…,” she said softly, her voice carrying a bitterness that even surprised her. “No, I'm a monster.”

Her eyes dropped to the floor, the weight of the words settling over her. How many times had she tried to forget that part of herself? The part before the curse, before the arena, before the endless battles that had turned her into this...thing. She had once dreamed of a different life, a life where she wasn’t a weapon, a tool for someone else's amusement.

But that life was gone. That girl—she didn’t exist anymore.

She turned away and continued down the hallway, her pace quickening as the heat from her curse seemed to rise in response to the memories. The fire always made her angry. Made her feel like she was burning from the inside out. She clenched her fists, trying to push the anger down, but it was hard. It always was.

The door to her small room at the end of the hall opened with a creak, and she stepped inside. The room was sparse, just a cot and a small table with a few scraps of food. There were no luxuries here, just survival. Her only company was the fire in her veins and the endless, mocking memories of her past life.

She sank down onto the cot, closing her eyes and resting her head against the cold stone wall. She didn’t know how long she sat there, lost in the silence, the only sound her steady breathing.

Then, suddenly, the door opened again.

Peril didn’t look up at first. She knew who it was without needing to see. The footsteps were familiar, the heavy tread of the guard who had been assigned to her for the last few years.

“You did it again,” the guard said, his voice low and steady, but there was something in it that made Peril’s heart tighten.

“I always do,” she replied flatly, her voice distant. “They wouldn’t put me in the arena if I didn’t.”

The guard stepped closer, his shadow falling over her. “The queen...she wants to speak with you.”

Peril’s eyes flicked up sharply. Queen Scarlet. She had seen her once, from a distance. The queen was the one who had forced Peril into this life, made her fight, made her burn. And now, after all these years, it seemed she had finally taken an interest in her champion.

“What does she want?” Peril asked, though she already had a feeling.

“Come with me,” the guard said, and without waiting for a response, he turned and motioned for her to follow.

Peril stood, her legs trembling slightly beneath her. She had never been called to the queen’s chambers before. What could Scarlet possibly want with her? A victory was a victory, wasn’t it? She had killed countless demons, been crowned champion for six years in a row. What more did the queen need?

But there was a sick feeling in her gut that told her this meeting wouldn’t be like the others.

As they walked through the cold halls of the palace, Peril couldn’t shake the unease that had settled deep inside her. She had seen the queen’s smile before, the way it never quite reached her eyes, how her cruelty could be masked behind politeness. Was this just another way to use her? Another battle for her to fight?

When they finally reached the grand chamber where Queen Scarlet sat, Peril’s breath caught in her throat. The room was grand, opulent—everything the arena was not. Rich tapestries lined the walls, golden chandeliers hung from the ceiling, and the air was thick with the scent of flowers and incense.

Scarlet sat upon her throne, a crown of blackened iron resting upon her auburn hair. Her smile, as always, was cold, calculating, but there was something in her eyes now—something that made Peril’s skin prickle with discomfort.

“Peril,” the queen’s voice was smooth, like silk, but there was an edge to it. “Come closer.”

Peril took a step forward, her heart pounding in her chest. She didn’t trust this. She didn’t trust her. The queen’s gaze never left her as she walked, and Peril couldn’t help but feel the weight of it.

“You’ve been a good little champion,” the queen said, her voice almost sweet. “But I wonder...how long will you remain useful?”

Peril’s pulse quickened. The words struck her like a blade to the gut. There was something darker in the queen’s tone now, a hint of something...more.

“I don’t understand,” Peril said, her voice tense.

Scarlet’s smile widened, but it was nothing like the smiles of a proud ruler. It was cold, predatory. “You’ve been a spectacle, a weapon for my entertainment, but I think it’s time we find out just how much you can endure.”

Peril’s heart stopped. Something was terribly wrong.

[winterlogysblog]

4KOTA HIGHSCHOOL AU

Liones University

Founder - Bartra Liones President - Meliodas Vice President - Gilthunder Prefect of Disipline - Dreyfus School Doctor - Hendrickson Middle School Principal - Guila Highschool Principal - Howzer Drama Teacher - Gowther PE and Science Teacher - Derieri PE Teacher - Griamore

Known Groups (Past):

The Seven Deadly Sins - Delinquent Gang led by Meliodas (yes, the president of the school) Members: Meliodas - Former Leader of The Ten Commandments; President of Liones University Ban - Owner of Fox's Sin (Bar & Resto) Escanor - Veteran Soldier Harlequin - Alias: King; Fashion and Costume Designer; Owner of Chastiefol (Fashion Clothing Brand) Diane - Former Ballerina; Model for Chastiefol Gowther - Drama Teacher of Liones University; Producer and Owner of Nadja Theater Merlin - Former Vice President of Camelot Academy

The Ten Commandments - Delinquent Gang led by Zeldris Members: Zeldris - Owner of Underworld Corp. Mael - Former Member of The Four Archangels Derieri - PE and Science Teacher of Liones Academy Monspeet - In the US Gloxinia - In France Drole - Also in France Melascula - Professor at Camelot University Galland - Professor at Camelot University Grayroad - <No information found> Fraudrin - <No information found>

The Four Archangels - Student Council Group Members: Ludociel - President Mael - Former Vice President turned member of the Ten Commandments Sariel - Secretary Tarmiel - Comittee Chairman

Known Groups (Present):

The Four Knights of the Apocalypse - just a gaggle of individuals Members: Lancelot - Captain of the Basketball Team; Models for Chastiefol in his free time (either he gets paid or he gets free stuff); Straight A Student (he doesn't even try); Subject of expertise - Math Percival - The most innocent bean known around Campus; Subject of Expertise - Foreign Language (doesn't know why he's good at it) Gawain - Former Camelot University Student; Captain of the Women's Volleyball team; Straight A Student; Self proclaimed chick magnet; Subject of Expertise - Science Tristan - Student Council President; Straight A Student (you're doing great sweetie); Subject of Expertise - Science and History

Percival Platoon - 4kota sub-group led by Percival Members: Anne - President of Fencing Club; Straight A Student; Subject of Expertise - English Donny - Varsity Basketball Player; Subject of Expertise - PE Nasiens - Hendrickson's assistant; Models for Chastiefol in his free time (automatic free stuff); has an obvious crush on Percy; Straight A Student; Subject of Expertise - Science and Geography

Tristan Platoon - 4kota sub-group led by Tristan Members: Isolde - Cheer Captain; has an obvious crush on Tristan; Subject of Expertise - Art and Design Chion - Campus A-hole; Does not care about anybody except for Tristan (Isolde and Jade too but mainly Tristan); Subject of Expertise - Science and History Jade - The tolerable one; has an obvious crush on Isolde; Subject of Expertise - Geography

Lancelot Platoon - 4kota sub-group led by Lancelot Members: Sixtus - Foreign Exchange Student (currently in France staying with Uncle Glox and Drole); Subject of Expertise - History (really good at memorizing specific dates) Tioreh - Member of the Gymnastics Club; Subject of Expertise - Arts and Design

[taeloke]

Myrtel deserves to be rambled about

It seems to me like Myrtel being human is something everyone in his family knows but doesn't talk about. Like it's obvious but "forbidden" to bring up too openly. Looking over the Chapter 140 page when Tioreh mentioned mullein pills...I think she didn't mean for Nasiens to realize the truth. All she said was humans need to take them regularly as long as they're in the Fairy Realm. She didn't mention her oldest brother at all--not once in this entire chapter, even.

And when Nasiens figures it out...she looks so sad. It reminds me of the look King and Diane gave Nasiens a couple chapters ago.

Ik there's a lot to unpack in those looks, but in one part of it, they all must be worried about Myrtel. He's a part of their family, but as long as he lives in the Fairy Realm, his health may turn even worse. I'm sure none of them want to tell him he should move to Liones or somewhere else in the Human Realm for his own wellbeing, either, because what would mean saying you don't belong here. No matter how they could put it, that's how it'll feel.

I'm worried for him too. I really hope the Camelot guy who showed up at the end won't convince him of anything...but that's probably what's going to happen. They're probably gonna be the one who say you don't belong there and dig even deeper. And that cloaked mf has a chaos staff. Chances are that's going to be used...

Myrtel knows his parents loves him. He genuinely cares about the fairies and giants in the Fairy Realm. His sword-fighting skills may very well be self-taught, and he chose to learn them so he can fight for his people. But he knows he's not like any of them.

Also, remember when he warned his parents about trusting humans?

He's the one who brought up humans as a problem. Something to distrust and avoid. I wonder what that says about how he views himself. To him, is he an exception to most humans or destined to be treated exactly like them by his own adoptive siblings and parents?

I want him to stop fearing getting replaced. I want him to be happy. He deserves it. Please give King and Diane's totally-changeling son a happy ending Nakaba 🙏

[valentinerose529]

New Fanfiction: Nanatsu no Taizai!

Dear fandom friends, are you annoyed by the questionable writing of Jericho's actions in Four Knights of the Apocalypse? Do you wish there was something truer to her character as it was developed in Seven Deadly Sins than what was done with her in the sequel? Are you appreciative of a polyamorous relationship between a king, a queen, and their best knight, and want to see this dynamic applied to Ban, Elaine, and Jericho?

Then I have the fanfiction for you!

Sir Jericho leaves Benoic to swear allegiance to the kingdom of Camelot. But not all is as it seems—for ten years, Jericho has been the most loyal knight of King Ban and Queen Elaine. Even King Arthur doubts the speed of her defection, and suspects her more than any other knight-errant due to her former coexistence with the Fairy people of Benoic. Jericho locks it as deeply as she can within her heart, but in the end, the truth will come out.

His Most Loyal Knight is a short fanfiction written by yours truly exploring exactly that: an attempt to explain Jericho's canon actions and dialogue through a long-con deception and where her loyalty really lies, and a reliance on the ficwriter's tenet that a nothing a character says has to be true unless it's shown onscreen. Coming in at 6k words, it's told in a series of flashbacks as the truth is revealed. But the reader isn't the only one discovering the truth...

His Most Loyal Knight (5966 words) by ValentineRose529 Chapters: 6/7 Fandom: 黙示録の四騎士 | Mokushiroku no Yonkishi | Four Knights of the Apocalypse (Manga), ���つの大罪 - 鈴木央 | Nanatsu no Taizai | The Seven Deadly Sins - Suzuki Nakaba (Anime & Manga) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Ban/Elaine/Jericho (Nanatsu no Taizai), Jericho & Lancelot (Nanatsu no Taizai) Characters: Ban (Nanatsu no Taizai), Elaine (Nanatsu no Taizai), Jericho (Nanatsu no Taizai), Lancelot (Mokushiroku no Yonkishi) Additional Tags: Spy Jericho (Nanatsu no Taizai), Memory Alteration, Loyal Knight & Monarch Dynamic, Polyamory, Jericho Does Not Love Lancelot (Nanatsu no Taizai), Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Benoic | Benwick (Nanatsu no Taizai), Camelot (Nanatsu no Taizai), Not Beta Read, Flashbacks

Content warning for discussion of the one-sided pedophilic relationship as it appears in canon; however, rest assured that it does not actually exist in this fanfiction, it is a falsified tale used for deception and is used in conjunction with canon-typical manipulated memories.

[xjulixred45x]

Another theory I have is that we have seen mordred in n the manga and he's possibility ironside son(I can't remember his name sorry) 😅

that's in Camelot is Mordred and that iron side been raising Mordred thinking that it's his son but doesn't know that his real son died and Arthur replaced Ironside dead child with his own and Arthur is having one of his most loyal knights raised his kid without them even knowing it and it's going to be revealed that maybe again irinsides son that's in Camelot has a fragment of chaos in him and Ironside doesn't know it and that way if something happens to Arthur or even the 4 evils maybe Camelot won't fall Camelot will still be in effect as long as there's a fragment of chaos and Camelot controlling it,so the four nights of the Apocalypse will try to go stop the other fragment of chaos and that's when iron side will probably get killed off trying to protect the boy he thinks is his son but is really Arthur's son 🤔

its just a they and I know we saw a bit of a flashback chapter as to how iron side went to Camelot but we never saw his son's birth but we did see when he was trying to use percival's life to save his sons and that's it

I think there's more to his son than him just being Percy's brother and iron sides son, I think he really could be mordread and that's going to be a twist we get later down the line since I think the manga will possibly be in 4 or 5 parts and it's been mentioned here or there that 4 knights will possibly be longer than the seven deadly sins since this is the original story that nakuba wanted to write first but he did seven deadly sins to set up the world the 4 knights is set in

It's an interesting theory! But very unlikely.

First of all, Diodra is really REALLY weak to be Arthur'son, much less Mordred(who in some versions KILLS Arthur and several Knights).

Second, it's way to convenient, why would Arthur lend the care of His son to IRONSIDE? Mordred (if real) would learns tons more with Arthur HIMSELF. And lets be honest, Arthur with Chaos would be kind of a Posesive father, i mean, he didn't let go Merlin and tried to replace her, so he, Willingy, handing over His only son?? I don't think so.

And third, is waaaay more confusing than just Say "Mordred is Arthur adopted son/Morgan son". Are You telling me that Diodra is 1- adoptive son of IRONSIDE 2- adoptive brother of Percival 3- son of Morgan 4- nephew of Arthur/also his adoptive son?? It's way too much.

I am not againts fandom theories, as long as they have fundaments, and this one? Not much really.

[enviousserpent]

I miss King,, I miss my friends . It's so lonely being on my own again . I had two close calls earlier these last two weeks,, I thought I'd connected with someone only to find out they didn't feel the same at all . . .

It's very upsetting, you know ? I just want things to go back to the way they were . . .

I want to be back with everyone, and I can't seem to find anyone at all .

I'm listening to the crickets tonight, wishing I was back in Britannia, sleeping outside the Boar hat —

[bunji-enthusiast]

Arthur slow dancing with you in the halls of his castle, just absolutely in love with you. Admiring each and every bit of you, your hair and even your eyes.

He just burns it all into memory lest the two of you are unwillingly ripped away from each other, though it only precautionary — he will do absolutely everything in his power to protect that lovely smile you have.

Just mmm 🤌

[librathefangirl]

good morning!! I know literally nothing about the 4kota plot but hear me out, Percy's new hair made me think Rapunzel au. thoughts?

Hii! Omg yess. No why was that my first thought lol (also why is it that long, it's only been 2 years?? Man truly has magic hair). Very Rapunzel-esque.

And like I looove a good Rapunzel au. There are many versions too, so you could just go wild and have fun with it and it still being very clearly a Rapunzel au (I mean you could do that anyway but y'know). There was this one version I used to read a lot when I was little, and I don't remember all the details but I do remember the ending.

The witch (aka Rapunzel's kidnapper and imprisoner) cuts off her hair and sends her away (?). But she hangs her hair from the window so the prince still thinks she's there. When he climbs up and finds out the truth he gets so distraught he throws himself from the tower and lands in the thorn bushes below and becomes blind (because the thorns damaged his eyes). So he then rides around blind and aimlessly in the desert, where he comes upon a beautiful song (sung by a very sad and lonely Rapunzel). And he recognizes the song! (Because she sung it the first time they met, it was the thing that drew him to the witch's place, and whatnot). So the two are reunited in a happy teary reunion and Rapunzel's tears heals the prince's eyes.

And idk maybe it's all the whump and angst but it's stuck with me (actually a lot of those books did - we had a bunch of 'em, like the wild swans and rumpelstiltskin and the little mermaid etc). Anyway! I really like the whole saving each other/healing the grief and solitude in each other's hearts trope so yeah. Also I think a story like would fit Percy's character quite well.

[mauve-ic]

I have some prompts I noted (because I'm bored in class ) and I surely won't write them so I give them to you. Persiens and trislance.

-Lancelot talks in his sleep (saying absolutely ridiculous things ) and Tristan notices it.

-Lancelot always lends something to Tris when he goes on a mission.

-Percy sees Lancelot and Tristan ( or others) kiss and ask what they're doing “it’s a way to prove you are in love with the other half”, he does that with Nasiens after.

-Nasiens counts the freckles on percy’s face while he’s asleep.

[nasiens-father]

I was willing to do this post cause I thought it's a thing of me but I really neeeeed to 🤓☝️

You know I love Nasiens right? Well I noticed that the way Nakaba draws him changed into something "simplistic", lemme explain 😺

This is first Nasiens chapters mhm, as you can see in the way his drawn and his design you can see his personality, his vibe and unique features that make Nasiens, Nasiens. And I love this Nasiens so much cause that it's the first Nasiens that we get to know and it transmit who he is and it's just perfect.

And this is Nasiens now:

Look at the first pics, look at him now, ITS SIMPLEEE. I don't feel the same thing that the first design give me, it's important for each character to have their own identity through their design and the vibe of it. This design change can have a lot of reasons why(to save time maybe). If you wanna make it deep you can think of it as Nasiens changed and have growth, that's cute actually, but like NUH-UH, again I feel that his first design was just perfect for him, but thats MY opinion 🫂

It's a bad thing his design changed? Not at all, it's just something I noticed and wanted to share hwjdkd

AND THATS IT, THIS IS LIKE THE FIRST KINDA ANALYSIS I DO SO I HOPE YOU GET IT CAUSE STRUGGLE A LOT WITH EXPRESSING MY IDEAS 😿

[merakisercet]

The savior

Context- You wanted to just pick fruit for your bakery and you get attacked but there’s a savior to help.

Warnings- THIS IS POST JEZEBEL, she is kinda cocky, short story, the reader gets a broken arm, Jezebel is strong asf for no reason.

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You were getting ready for work at the bakery you and your parents owned, you put on your uniform and happily walked to the bakery. You were a human but you didn’t mind your neighbors who were demons or fairies you didn’t care at all, and you happily waved and smiled at each one. As you opened the door and walked into the shop, your parents were finishing setting up; “ Y/n we need more blueberries and some other fruit. Can you go pick them for us, it’s only in the forest.” your mother said as she hugged you softly and gave you a list of each fruit. You smiled and nodded but before you left your father gave you a small knife. You looked at him confused and he sighed “Just trust me, if anyone tries to get too close make sure to get them here” he pointed to the pulse point of his neck.



Your mother rolled her eyes, “Have a nice day sweetie, be safe okay!” She kissed your cheek and waved you goodbye as you left for the forest, you left and picked each the fruit. You felt an uneasy sensation and turned around to see a pair of eyes staring into yours. You held out a fruit for it and it came out of the shadows; it was a huge mutation of a giant and a human. It had many eyes and mouths, and its huge tongue reached for the fruit but then it grabbed your arm. You screamed as it broke your arm completely and you stumbled backward, you rushed for the knife but you couldn’t see its neck.

You ran away with adrenaline pumping in your veins and you accidentally fell down a hill, you screamed as you fell. Your broken arm made the adrenaline pump go harder, you wiped the blood off your lips but a tall woman with a cocky smirk looked at you. “you! leave now! There’s a monster!” you screamed at her and she turned at you, she had scars on her muscular arms, and her dark magenta hair blew gently in the wind. But her eyes were pitch black and she walked to you, you were flinched at her nonchalant attitude even though you screamed at her.

The monster greedy breath over you two, she looked at the monster and winked at you. “You should go now, I’ll handle this..” she said as she got into a defensive stance, your eyes widened slightly as she got ready to fight a monster with just her fist. You quickly ran and hid behind a tree, your heart pulsed quickly but the more you relaxed you calmed down. You bit your lip trying to hid your scream as you felt the pain settling in, you helplessly cried. Soon you heard a croaking scream, you turned to see the woman punching the mutant until it turned into ash. She let out a small laugh, her tone was silky and smooth as she laughed; you felt goosebumps as you heard her crazy laughter. You shuddered as you heard the leaves crushing and her heels creeping behind you, you shook as you looked up to see her with a basket behind her back.

“Is this yours..?” She asked while winking at you, you gulped as you blushed. She had a black vest, and black pants that hugged her thighs nicely, and her heels gave her inches, she had a dark red choker, but her eyes were pitch black almost as if she were a creepy doll. You nod and quickly reach for your basket but your broken arm prevents you from doing anything without the stinging pain, she throws you on her shoulder. She was ridiculously strong and she carried you back to your town.

Your mother cried as she sat you down and she looked away as your father barraged you with questions. She turned on her heel and you whimpered “W-Wait! Please who are you..?” you asked quietly, she turned around with a smirk and her dark magenta hair swiftly moved with her.

“I’m Jezebel..”