#7ds x reader

[ohnohah]

“uhm the ship is cannon 🤓☝️”

uhm actually, the only cannon ship is me x whatever character i’m into. stop being delusional.

[bunji-enthusiast]

Could you do Tristan Lancelot and nasiens jealousy hc thing where someone is jealous of there relationship with their s/o and tries break the relationship up

“What? Hell No!”

Jealousy can be quite the unhealthy thing sometimes, particularly within or toward relationships. Each section may vary on length due to how well I was inspired, I also just used a random name for the jealous person in question.

Anyway, hope this is to your liking! :)

𝐓𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐧 𝐋𝐢𝐨����𝐞𝐬

A deep unearthly heart, cries to the walls that confined it. The deep gestures were rather wounding, royal and peasant. The little insipid peanut was touching Tristan! You had dared to touch the prince of Liones, when you were meant to be far away from the white-haired prince.

No wonder, that you had unwillingly earned the glares and discontent from unsuspecting onlookers whom deigned your affection from one another. It wasn't really that easy to simply shake off, way too hard to do so anyway. You just tried to stay calm, and smile like you always do when you were around your lover, but you couldn't suppress the chill up your spine you get when you even garnered an ounce of affection toward Tristan.

Surely though, you were bound to be casted with such glares, you were prepared an expected such a thing since it was known and obvious that your relationship with Tristan existed. Just more out in the open now.

Yet, within the days passing you were unsure if you could handle the unbearable extent of the pressure. But you didn't want to bring up you worries with Tristan, after all, he had enough on his plate as a knight of apocalypse. But it was then and there, that you wondered just how long this cold go on before the gaze of your jealous onlooker only remained that -- a gaze. You wondered if they were truly going to act on their intent.

Tristan Liones, the prince of Liones, was nestled in a secluded garden of the palace with you, his significant other, enjoying a rare moment of peace. The garden, lush and blooming under the soft golden light of the setting sun, provided a tranquil refuge from the whirlwind of royal duties and battles. Tristan, in his usual blue and gold attire with his long silver hair catching the sunlight, had his arm wrapped around you, his expression relaxed and his usual stern demeanor softened by your presence.

As you both laughed over a shared joke, the sound of footsteps on the gravel path alerted you to an unwelcome presence. From the shadows, a figure emerged—Elara, a once-trusted noblewoman from a neighboring kingdom with a burning jealousy in her eyes. She had long harbored resentment toward the relationship between you and Tristan, feeling that she deserved his attention and favor more than anyone.

Underneath her graceful exterior, a dark, scheming intent brewed. She approached with a false smile, her voice dripping with honeyed malice as she inquired about your plans for the upcoming royal event.

You had already stepped forward and began your conversation with Elara, leaving Tristan to watch the both of you as it went.

"So, what do you plan to do? I could help you pick out a dress," Elara said, grinning as she held out her hand toward you. You shrugged, somewhat deigning confusion.

"That's really nice of you, but I think I got it." You nodded, putting your hands on your hips. "But I'm happy to see you there, right?"

Beneath, her blood almost boiled with anger and resentment. Elara was oh so close to just merely getting rid of you, but she sighed, gritting her teeth through a forced smile.

"Yes, I do hope to see you there."

Tristan’s gaze sharpened, sensing the underlying hostility. He gently squeezed your hand, his protective instincts kicking in. You turned your gaze, albeit subtly as you had noticed the squeezing of your hand right as can be.

Unperturbed, Elara proceeded with her veiled threats and subtle manipulations, trying to sow discord and drive a wedge between you and Tristan.

Her attempt was not just about personal gain but also a strategic move to destabilize the harmony within the royal family, hoping to exploit any cracks she could create.

Tristan's blue and emerald eyes, usually calm, now glinted with a stormy intensity as he silently vowed to shield you from her venomous schemes. His resolve was palpable, a mix of fierce loyalty and the unyielding determination of a prince and Holy Knight, ready to confront any threat to protect the love that meant the world to him. It truly was quite the complicated world to be in, when it came to royal and civilian (albeit you being a fellow knight) relationships.

Pressure was something undoubtedly difficult.

𝐋𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐥𝐨𝐭

Honestly, it would be a rarity to figure out that there would be anyone that would hold any jealousy of your relationship together. There isn't a lot alive who know about Lancelot, as he doesn't hold a lot of popularity among being the prince of Benwick. But there if there is, it could be a few former fairy friends that Lancelot used to have.

Among the thresholds of cruelty and malcontent, he may as well have stopped being friends with the insipid fairies for good reason. At each corner, at each four ends of the world he could only find liars and cheaters. Which had, at least casted him as an outlier due to his high walls and blunt aspect of his personality.

When word spread to the tiny nestled kingdom, or perhaps even throughout the land where there is those whom know him. It is full of surprise, his parents were both surprised but happy for their boy, and there are those who are just very much cool about the news. A small speck of resentment and jealousy had sparked however.

You certainly didn't expect to have such chills washing over you, the rubbish goose-bumps appearing then leaving as they were. It had left you wondering for sure, and they had only happened whenever you were near or even close to Lancelot.

Even if you had known about whomever seemed to be jealous of you two, Lancelot had already handled and took care of the situation. Reasonably, of course, he wasn't ill-mannered after all.

It was apparently to your surprise Cedric, one of Lancelot's former fairy friends, if he could even call them that however. Though, he had calmly resolved the situation and heard out Cedric, and from there had managed to direct him to better people to help manage his issues.

Cedric was one of his old friends back before he disappeared alongside with his attendant Jericho, and in knowing how suddenly powerful and strong he's got, loosely in the know about the extent of his chivalry (even toward you, but you knew how awkward Lance could be sometimes) as well.. had made Cedric jealous. So the fairy ended up confronting the blonde prince.

𝐍𝐚𝐬𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐬

There really isn't an ounce of jealousy or resentment that could be felt from anyone around you, Nasiens couldn't feel anything about it. They simply felt nothing, otherwise they were pretty much happy and content with their relationship with you.

If there truly was any jealousy that could be found, it would probably be hints of envy from Nasiens' friends that they somehow had found a lover or had been far more established way before they all did.

[lav-bee]

7DS x Reader Headcannons

You wipe off their kiss

Characters- Meliodas, Ban

❤️- read as romantic

Meliodas

- Stares at you for a moment in half disbelief

- Doesn’t blink and it kinda creeps you out

- Its almost as if-

- Did… did you break him?

- “You good?”

- Jumps on you and covers your face in kisses, not a spot is left untouched

- “Try wiping all of these off!”

- He’s all smiley and giggly as you try to push him off

- Uses his hands and squeezes your cheeks together to pucker your lips out

- Lays a fat kiss on your lips before moving away

- Gets a quick grope in and leaves you there stunned

Ban

- “You really wanna play like that?”

- Gives you another kiss -> you wipe it off again

- You dare wipe off his kisses!?

- See’s it as a challenge now!

- Kisses your forehead but this time when you go to wipe it off, he grabs both of your hands in one of his and pins you to the wall

- “Why are you try’na mess with me?” He smirks and uses his other hand to tip your face towards him

- Begins to kiss down your neck, “You don’t really think you can win, do you?” kisses down the other side

- Pulls away once he’s done to make sure you’re not actually mad at him and what he was doing

[milkshakesmoothiee]

❝𝓦𝓲𝓷𝓰𝓼❞

𝐅𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭: 𝟕 𝐃𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐥𝐲 𝐒𝐢𝐧𝐬

𝐅𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫: 𝐆𝐥𝐨𝐱𝐢𝐧𝐢𝐚

𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭: 𝐅𝐥𝐮𝐟𝐟 // 【ＳＦＷ】 // 𝐆𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐍𝐞𝐮𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐥 𝐅𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐲 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫, 𝐏𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐨𝐧𝐢𝐜 / 𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐜, 𝐛𝐞𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝟑𝟎𝟎𝟎 𝐲𝐞𝐚𝐫 𝐇𝐨𝐥𝐲 𝐖𝐚𝐫

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In a forest full of fairies and wonder, it'd come to no surprise that a sense of happiness filled the air wherever the Fairy King had gone. Gloxinia was flying through the trees, allowing his majestic wings to flutter behind him, looking for many little fairies as they hid from him.

His favorite game to play, hide and seek; Especially as he'd come across so many that were terrible at keeping quiet! They'd either just giggle to themselves or speak to one another; telling each other 'Keep quiet! He might hear us!'

"Caught you!" He'd speak as he would sneak up on them, giving them a sudden fright before putting their heads down at the idea of being found already.

"Aww man." "Boo!" "Hey lets go find the others!" They'd all speak in union before floating off.

The fairy king would cross his arms over his bare chest with a chuckle towards the fairies, watching as they'd fly off to play their own games. "Fairy king!!" Gloxinia was quick to turn to a few little pixies surrounding him with frightened and confused looks. "We felt something creeping around in the forest at the waterfall! It was a weird presence!!"

"Really?" He seemed to almost laugh it off and pat them all on the head, "Don't worry, I'll take care of it." He assured before flying off through the forest. It couldn't be that bad, likely a demon. He can handle that.

Well, at the time he wasn't expecting to have met a fairy like them.

After some time, Gloxinia felt a suspicion creeping up his back. There wasn't a sign of anything strange lurking through the trees the longer he searched.

That's when he heard the smallest sounds of something moving towards the ground, walking slowly and bushes rustled. As soon as rushed to the area, it was just a fairy.

"What are you doing here?" Gloxinia asked confused but didn't get an answer from the certain fairy as they turned to him, their expression nothing he's seen before on a fairy. It was a poker face... They almost looked like they were shocked or confused by his sudden appearance. He didn't waste any time, "You haven't seen any demons or anything strange around here, right?"

"no," they spoke, their voice timid and almost on edge.

it felt like was a waste, Gloxinia didn't see anything odd going on, but there was something on his mind. This fairy, he's never seen before, didn't seem like they were much of a social person. He couldn't explain why, but they brought a sudden curiosity to him. "What's your name?" He asked, slowly levitating closer to the ground where they stood and sitting in the air with his wings fluttering behind him.

"(Y/N)." they spoke in a quiet voice.

"Well, I'm sure you already know who I am, Gloxinia, king of the fairies." He spoke, coming off with a light heartedness.

The fairy nodded their head, fiddling around with the edge of their clothes awkwardly before looking away, ".. well, I'm gonna go." They immediately turned to leave.

"How come?"

"I shouldn't be here."

Gloxinia seemed surprised by that answer, whatever did they mean? When he read their heart.. he read a sense of self guilt for being there.. All the fairies are welcomed in the forest. Before he could ask, he watched from behind, their wings made a quick and sudden flutter which made the buzzing sound similar to a bee. (Y/N)'s wings had a unique small shape, nothing he's seen before.. it was a little odd, their wings were much smaller than the average size. Often fairies, for their small size, had wings that were as large as them, this fairies wings didn't even stretch out to cover their back.

"That's a unique set of wings." He commented, pointing it out to them. They seemed to stop in their tracks, their back turned. They didn't answer at first; they didn't want to answer.

"..thanks."

"If it's fine to ask, what are you doing out here by yourself?" He levitated beside them, his arms crossed over his bare chest as he took a closer look at their face.

"..I'm walking through the forest..?" They seemed confused by his question.

"Why not just fly?"

(Y/N) seemed hurt by the question almost, looking down awkwardly as their wings made another buzzing sound of a bee for a slight moment. ".. I can't fly."

Gloxinia definitely wasn't expecting that for an answer, "what?"

"My wings are too weak to carry me no more than like three feet above the ground."

He thought about their words, pondering on it. "Is that why you're out here? By yourself?"

They were quiet, staring at the ground. "I'm an outcast compared to all those fairies. I mean, what's a fairy if they can't fly? They're just.." (Y/N) stopped their words, their hand, almost unconsciously, reached back as their fingers were touching the area where the wings sprout of their back.

Gloxinia thought about it for a moment, there didn't seem to be any sign of actual guilt or anger to signifying they were lying.. but when he read their hearts, there was sign of self hatred, insecurity and envy.. Actually, he felt a feeling of jealousy begin to grow as they stared at his own wings..

"how long have you been like this?"

"a few hundred years.. why?"

He didn't give a answer to your words, thinking for a moment. Although he couldn't help them with how they thought about the idea, but.. "why don't you join the other fairies and me? We're playing a few games."

He watched as their expression almost seemed surprised by the sudden invitation, "didn't you hear me..? I'm an outcast. I can't fly-"

"So?" He cut off their words, he had a almost disappointed look to how they were thinking but his expression still soft, tilting his head withal a little smile. "That doesn't stop you from joining in some fun." Their eyes lit up slowly, which made him smile. He watched as their eyes lit up slowly for a moment, which made him smile. It was like they suddenly got a spark of happiness, something they'd never expect.

(Y/N) didn't say anything, looking down at the ground almost pondering on what to do.

Gloxinia smiled faintly at the expression they made, that spark of happiness almost made him chuckle out loud. They seemed to be confused, and he couldn't blame them. He let them think in silence for a few seconds before speaking.

"do you think, I'll ever get the chance to feel like a real fairy?"

He laughed off their question for a moment, waving his hand in defense to show he didn't mean any offense as they looked surprised and almost offended by the way he responded.

"Well.. wings or not, you're still a fairy by blood which is enough in my book. Now, are you gonna take my hand to join me in a game of tag or I'm gonna have to drag you myself, little flower?" He spoke as he held his hand out in invitation to them again with a grin.

"so you gonna come with me or not?"

[jinx-xxed]

Sick Days

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A/N; Sick fics are my absolute fav thing ever!! Also idc if they didn’t have showers just let me live in this lie, maybe they’d figure it out with magic or smth idk

Summary; Ban takes care of his overworking, sick partner.

Content; Reader is sick, pretty domestic and fluffy, Ban is very sweet, Ban plays doctor basically

Wc; 1.4k

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It’s late morning when you trudge down the stairs in the Boar Hat tavern, one hand holding the railing to keep yourself balanced. The day outside is gloomy, the normally bright blue sky now covered by dark gray clouds threatening rain. It matches how you’re feeling perfectly.

You’d woken up feeling like shit and as much as you’d wanted to turn over, pull the blanket over your head and ignore the day, you couldn’t. You have a mission to do with the rest of the Sins and you aren’t able to just miss it, even though your head is pounding. Your whole body feels strangely cold despite the fact you’re both a fire wizard and incredibly resistant to frigid temperatures, and all of your senses feel muffled. To top it all off, your nose is stuffy.

You find your place at one of the tables within the main room of the tavern, groaning slightly at the way your body aches any time you move. You don’t know why you were feeling like this and it’s pissing you off. You have a mission to go on, damn it, you weren’t going to let some sudden illness make you stay behind.

You barely register when food is set in front of you but you were still able to mumble a ‘thank you’ to whoever had brought it. You pick at the food and take only one or two bites, the meal putting a little warmth back into your body.

Your name is suddenly shouted loud enough to pierce through the cotton in your brain.

Your head snaps up—making the pounding in your head worse for a brief second—as your captain exclaims your name. It seems you’d been so lost in your muddled mind that you didn’t comprehend him trying to get your attention by saying your name five times. “Yes?”

“Are you feeling alright?” Meliodas asks, concern creasing the features on his face.

“I’m fine.” You say simply. Before you can react, the blond is pressing the back of his hand against your forehead. He shakes his hand when he retracts it like he got burned, a wince on his face.

“Jeez, you’re burning up.” He puts his hands on his hips with a sigh. “Well, I’m taking you out of this mission then. You’ll need to stay here.”

You stand, holding back your groan at the way your head throbs and limbs ache. “What?! I’m fine, I can go on the mission. I can’t just- I can’t stay here doing nothing.” You insist.

He looks at you with a raised brow. “I’m not letting you go on a mission like this one when you’re obviously sick, that would just be irresponsible. It’s best that you stay in the tavern and rest, alright?”

Everyone currently in the Boar Hat knows that wouldn’t happen though. Even if you’re sick, you would continue to work on whatever you could. No matter how you felt, you’d keep working. You see illness as an obstacle that you simply had to walk around and ignore, despite how bad it may be. However, if you did keep working, you would only get sicker.

Meliodas was clearly a little conflicted. He wanted his teammate to rest but he wasn’t sure if anyone else could stay behind-

“I’ll stay with her.”

Ban comes to stand beside you, putting an arm around your waist to keep you stable because you’re swaying on your feet. You don’t hesitate to lean against him.

Meliodas begins to protest, “Ban we’ll need you on this mission-“

“I’m sure you’ll be just fine without me. Besides, you want them to get better don’t you?” Ban asks with a dumb smirk on his face, knowing he’s won when the captain narrows his eyes slightly.

Meliodas sighs. “Fine, you two stay here then. Everyone else, let’s get going, we don’t want to be late.”

King and Gowther follow Meliodas out where Diane is waiting. Elizabeth goes to follow as well but she briefly pauses before you and Ban. “Sir Ban, please make sure they get better! All the medical supplies are in the bathroom upstairs.” She tells him.

“I got it, princess, don’t worry.” Ban reassures her. She nods and hurries to catch up to the rest of the group.

He then looks to you who’s leaning heavily against him now, looking half asleep where you were standing. You jolt back to full consciousness when you hear the door shut behind Elizabeth. “Alright you, why don’t you go upstairs and take a hot shower? I’ll get some soup ready.” He tells you gently.

“Mmkay.” You mumble before slowly heading upstairs.

You did as he said and got into the shower, the water scalding hot. It feels nice against your freezing body, the steam rising in the room also helping to clear your stuffy nose. You stay in there for a long while.

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Ban understood the fact that you were probably taking a pretty long shower, as you usually would if you’re sick, but eventually it became so long that it was almost concerning. Surely the hot water would’ve run out by now?

The soup was done so he decided to go and investigate. He heads upstairs and doesn’t hear the shower running and upon further investigation, he finds the bathroom empty. He calls your name, voice echoing down the empty hallway. He doesn’t get any kind of response. Maybe you’d fallen asleep?

He goes to the ladder attached to the attic where your room is. The trapdoor leading into the attic is open so he peeks inside, looking for his sickly comrade. He finds you in the right corner of the room closest to the door where a desk is tucked against the wall. As he pulls himself up fully into the room, he sees the papers scattered on your desk that you were attempting to read over and work on.

“Seriously?” He demands, his annoyance evident in his tone.

You jump at his voice, looking over to him. “What? These papers have to get done-“

“For fuck’s sake, you’re sick.” He goes over and lifts you out of your chair by your underarms. You let out a sound of protest but don’t fight him as he sets you down on the floor. “The damn papers can get done when you’re better. The reason you’re probably sick in the first place is because you overwork yourself, you know.”

“I’m just doing my job.” You insist.

“Well, your job can be put on hold for a little while. Now go downstairs, there’s food waiting.” He orders. You sigh but listen to him, then descending the ladder. He follows shortly after and shuts the door behind him.

You sit at one of the tables and a bowl of the soup he’d made is put in front of you, steam rising from its surface. You take your first bite, the warmth spreading throughout your body. It’s delicious. It has plenty of ingredients that make the soup full of flavor but still make it perfectly nutritious for your sick self.

“Do you like it?” Ban asks as you begin eating more of the soup. He sits next to you at the table, also giving you a glass of water.

You nod, swallowing another bite before speaking. “Yes, it’s really good. As expected of something made by you.”

He smiles at the praise, resting his cheek on his hand. “I’m glad.”

You finish the bowl of soup relatively quickly and then get seconds before you’re satisfied. Now after taking a hot shower and having the warm soup in your stomach, you’re feeling incredibly tired. Ban can tell by the way your head dips a little. He stands with a small smile, “ready to go to bed?”

“Mhm.” You respond.

He lifts you off your seat with ease, holding you bridal style. You nuzzle into his chest, eyes closing as you’re carried upstairs. He brings you into his room; that way it’ll be easier to keep an eye on you and get to you if you need anything.

He lays you gently in his bed, pulling the sheets over you with an extra blanket added on. “Do you want the cold towel for your head?” He asks softly. You nod.

He quickly goes and gets the towel which was lightly dampened and then frozen. It’s folded so it can easily fit against your forehead. A small rumble escapes from your throat in thanks as the cooling sensation brings some relief to your headache.

He’d closed the curtains beforehand and turned off the light so it was a dark as possible in the room. He kisses your cheek and brushes hair off your forehead. “Sleep well.” He murmurs before leaving the room, quietly shutting the door behind him.

You curl up under the covers, perfectly content in their comfort, and let sleep finally take over.

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Hello hello! not sure if your requests are open.. but IF they are I have something interesting for Meliodas and Elizabeth.

so we, the reader, is in a relationship with the both of them. not cheating or anything it’s a poly relationship! And we are really content with our relationship. We aren’t insecure, we don’t care about what anyone else has to say about it, we love both our partners, but after awhile we start to feel like they don’t love us as much as they say they do.. in fact we start to slowly think they love each other that much and not us *it’s all in our head tho lol OFC they love us*. We start to slowly feel left out, left behind, not good enough, so we start to pull away from them- but we never once state what’s wrong but after awhile of this torment we randomly break things off with the both of them and we don’t give them a clue as in to why.

you can decide if eventually the 3 of us actually manage to talk it out to solve this “issue” or not… or if it ends kinda bittersweet yk with us not wanting to get back together but staying close friends with them both.

Leaving a Poly Relationship HCs (Meliodas & Elizabeth)

𝗔/𝗡: 𝗵𝗲𝗿𝗲 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗴𝗼! 𝗶 𝗵𝗼𝗽𝗲 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗲𝗻𝗷𝗼𝘆 𝗵𝗲𝗵𝗲

𝙒𝙖𝙣𝙩 𝙩𝙤 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙 𝙢𝙤𝙧𝙚? ⇒ 𝙈𝙖𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙡𝙞𝙨𝙩

𝙟𝙤𝙞𝙣 ����𝙮 𝙙𝙞𝙨𝙘𝙤𝙧𝙙 𝙨𝙚𝙧𝙫𝙚𝙧?

𝙗𝙪𝙮 𝙢𝙚 𝙖 𝙘𝙤𝙛𝙛𝙚𝙚?

Tbh you always knew it was bound to happen given the fact that they’re uhhh….y’know

Fated and cursed lovers LMAO

But it just kinda hit you suddenly that they’re perfect for each other, and really only just “good” with you

Of course, they never meant it or meant to hurt you, but it’s just how things goes

It was really surprising to the two of them when you decided to make the clean break

Elizabeth was extremely desperate for a while and tried to get you back

While Meliodas was quick to understand that this was probably the best choice and that he needed to respect your decisions (even if he hated it)

Still, all three of you were broken up about it for a little while

And it really took your friends being supportive of all of you for things to go back to normal

Eventually, your relationship with them mended a little, but you decided to leave the poly-relationship for good

Although you can still remain friends, that distance you felt originally never went away- even when they were trying to get you back for a little bit

Truthfully, only time will tell if you made the correct decision

But although you’re all a little miserable and feeling a little less whole now, you’re all very capable of being happy and that’s what matters

Besides, as much as you adored them- they were the ones meant to be with each other

You were just a blip in time in their relationship and there’s nothing you can say or do that will ever change that

[arcturusqww]

Dating both Estarossa and Mael hcs+a small fic in the end.

Info: Fluff, pet names, cute.

-Constant arguments, they do NOT wanna share you at all.

-both instantly get apologetic once you scold them tho.

-looking down like a child who just broke smth.

-but it’s ok, you can’t stay angry at them, which is taken to advantage by rossa then ended up with mael getting jealous.

-“It was his fault!”

-“No, his!”

-they both ALWAYS adore you.

-mael will be wanting to be by your side and bring you gifts all the time; whether it’s and expensive jewelry or a handmade flower of some sort.

-“i got/made this for you..” he smiles and looks down shyly.

-Rossa would get you gifts too but he won’t get into the of making them, but will definitely pick up a single flower he happens to find and see beautiful as you and bring it to you.

-Expect any sort of expensive gift too, he likes to spoil you.

-“There.” he just hands it to you with a grin like it’s nothing.

-expect princess treatment.

-they don’t care if you’re strong or independent, they’ll be protect always.

-if you decide to take action in a fight and end up injured, mael will be worried and pissed, but, you’re his first priority, so he will heal you and make sure you’re alright then will get into dealing with whoever hurt you.

-but there probably won’t be much to left bc rossa will DESTROY the person the moment they attacked you.

-sure, he is worried as well but he knows very well you’re safe with mael, even tho he’d like to take his time he has to cut it short so he can be with you sooner.

-so he just cuts their legs and stuff so they can’t walk, he’ll continue later.

-after everything’s calmed down mael gives you a long lecture on why you shouldn’t fight especially without him and rossa near.

-you thought Rossa would be carefree about it as well as he is with everything, but, no.

-rossa will glare DOWN at you like you’re some sort of insect, he is pissed at you, but, he keeps his cool with ease.

-they didn’t leave your side for the rest of the week after that.

-also, Estarossa wants no one near you expect them, and when i say no one, i mean NO ONE.

-Like, not even stray animals you wanna pet.

-“Don’t touch that.”

-Mael sees where he is coming from but thinks rossa is taking it to an absurd level.

-“…it might be sick, dear. You shouldn’t get too close.”

-You’ll sometimes will be cuddling all together.

-Though Rossa glares at Mael occasionally when Mael just returns a small nervous smile, he can see Rossa’s point of view very well, so obviously he isn’t angry at rossa.

-they have BIG breasts you can lay on, so you will.

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“Mm, stop moving around too much, sweetheart.” Estarossa speaks in a rather dark tone to scare you slightly. He chuckles softly as he sees you immediately stop moving on top of his body.

“Estarossa, you shouldn’t mess with them like this.” Mael gently rubs your waist in an attempt of comfort as he frowns at Estarossa a little worriedly.

Estarossa just snickers in return then he pulls you closer and wraps his arms around you in a big hug, cutting Mael’s access to your body.

Mael’s eyes narrow as he tries to get Estarossa’s embrace to break by pulling his arm, Estarossa doesn’t budge as he feels you squirm around in his arms and whine in a muffled way.

“Estarossa!” Mael glares at Estarossa as he keeps pulling. Estarossa just laughs as he slightly moves his arms down to let you get your head out of his grip.

You huff out as you finally breathe peacefully, Mael stops pulling Estarossa’s arm as he gently kisses your forehead. Estarossa rolls his eyes then kisses your cheek while holding you still just as tightly.

“Too tight..” You complained which made Mael grow more worried while Estarossa laughed and loosened his grip around you.

Mael picked you off of Estarossa’s lap and set you on his own as Estarossa snickered and rolled his eyes again, seemingly careless yet you could tell he was jealous. You wrapped your arms around Mael’s neck and kissed his lips in a soft, small kiss, making him smile slightly as he sets his hands on your waist gently.

Estarossa glared at you two before closing his eyes. You giggled as you let go of Mael’s neck then leaned to Rossa and pressed a kiss on his lips as well. Mael chuckled at the scene as Estarossa was seemingly pleasant and cocky now. You returned to Mael’s lap fully before closing your eyes and resting your chin on his shoulder. Mael started to rub your waist in a comforting manner as you felt your consciousness slowly fade away.

[solarissttee]

03 | CONFRONTATION

summary ; after the boar hat owners nurse the wandering rust knight back to health, they being their interrogation. however, they’re met with more unruly customers; the holy knights.

wc ; 3.6k

tags ; attempted murder / treason, abuse of power, heavy dialogue and plot change, elizabeth has been aged up to 19, liones’ national drinking is 21 which implies that meliodas and the reader look anywhere between 21 and 28.

catalogue

instead of giving a response, the person tips backwards and slumps to the ground. their helmet rolls off on impact.

you look down at the mysterious person, eyes widening at who was inside the suit of armour. it was a young girl, no older than sixteen if you had to guess.

her long silver hair is sprawled out against the tavern floor as she naps peacefully, or as peacefully as she can in that uncomfortable looking armour of hers.

you notice how her breaths come out in short puffs, how her pale cheeks were; rosy from the heat, and a noticeable sheen of sweat that coats her porcelain skin. she has a fever, no doubt about that.

“this girl... isn’t she a little too young to be one of the eight deadly sins?” hawk inquires, observing the girl cautiously.

neither you, nor meliodas provide a reply. instead, you set the bags of flour down by the door, clapping your hands to get rid of the little flakes coating them so they don’t stain the girl’s skin. you drop to your knees next to her and feel her forehead. your eyebrows furrow at her temperature, it’s higher than you’d expected.

“she’s burning up. a fever most likely from exhaustion.” you state as meliodas helps you haul her onto her feet.

“she’s clearly been walking around in this armour for a while,” meliodas remarks as you guys turn down the hall and go up the stairs to your bedroom. once she’s situated on your bed, the both of you make quick work of stripping her out of the rusted armour.

“it’s a wonder how she managed to move around in this thing,” the blond pokes at the heap metal that is now discarded in the corner, while you rummage around your room looking for a clean washcloth.

“yeah, she looks a little frail to be walking around in such heavy armour, and with all that rust too,” you saunter over to the washroom, filling a basin with cold water to help bring down her temperature.

“maybe she’s stronger than she appears to be, we never know. she might be a holy knight for all we know.” he shrugs and turns on his heels, leaving the room to get the medicine you’d made for situations like this. hawk is left alone with the girl, watching over her until either of you get back.

when you reemerge from the bathroom after a short while, you set the basin down onto your nightstand and dip the washcloth into the cool water and gently place it onto her forehead afterward. meliodas lightly kicks open the door then sets down a glass of water and the medicine on the table. you three leave her to rest for a bit.

while waiting for her to regain consciousness, you head off to put away the flour and tidy up the bar area. there were a few tables and chairs that had gotten knocked over when the customers had vacated the tavern, ultimately messing up the floor with either food, alcohol or broken plates.

meliodas is glad that things had turned out this way, at least you wouldn’t kill him for the earlier altercation with those three customers. that is, unless hawk decides to run his mouth and snitch to you of course.

a few minutes pass, about twenty or so, and one of the girl’s finger twitches slightly. her eyes flutter open and she slowly sits up, blinking tiredly when the washcloth falls into her lap. “um... where am i?” she mutters to herself, looking around the unfamiliar bedroom in confusion.

her ears perk when she picks up your voices downstairs and she immediately begins to sweat uncontrollably. ‘h—have i been found out? whose voices are those? where even am i?!’

she notices her armour in the corner of the room and feels her anxiety build. she needs to escape, now. getting up from the bed, she sneaks out of the room, trying to find a way to leave without either of you knowing. at least, that’s what she had planned to do, but...

“hey there, how’re you feeling?”

the girl lets out a shriek, her heart thumping violently in her chest as she turns around to face meliodas. he blinks, not expecting her to react so strongly. had she not heard him coming? his footsteps weren’t that quiet.

silence falls between the two of them. she looks like a dear in headlights while meliodas is mildly worried.

“are you feeling okay? you were really burning up when we found you. did you take the medicine at the side of the bed?”

“u—um, i’m m—much better, thank you,” she replies timidly, fidgeting with her fingers.

‘i didn’t even hear him come up... i can’t dally here for too long. if i don’t leave soon, the holy knights will...’

further worried by her silence, meliodas decides to change the topic to something more lighthearted. “hey, you must be pretty hungry right about now. how ‘bout we head downstairs? my friend’s making food right now, and you can take the medicine she left for you afterwards.”

“n—no, thank you, i’m perfectly fine—“ the girl is cut off by her stomach growling and feels heat rush up onto her cheeks, much to her horror. meliodas on the other hand, chuckles and beckons her over, leading her to the stairs. “c’mon, let’s get some food into your belly. you need to get your strength back.”

when you hear footsteps getting closer to the bar area, you plate up the food for the girl and leave it on the counter. “hey, hey! looking better, i see,” you wave over to the girl. she waves back shyly.

she takes cautious steps over to you and slides onto the barstool. “um, thank you. but, who are you and where am i?”

“straight to the point, huh? well, i’m y/n, that guy over there is meliodas.”

her eyebrows shoot up in surprise as she takes in your features and then shifts her gaze to meliodas. her eyes flicker over to the wanted posters on the board and concludes with disappointment that you’re not who she was hoping for.

‘they look nothing like them... i suppose it’s just a coincidence then...’

“you strolled into our shop and then passed out cold,” meliodas tells her, snapping her out of her thoughts.

“your... shop?”

“this is the boar hat. it’s our bar,” you gesture to the barrels of alcohol behind you.

“you two are... the owners?” she questions uncertainly. the both of you looked like you had just reached the age to be allowed to consume alcohol, she hadn’t expected you guys to be owners of a whole bar! maybe this is why they say not to judge books by their covers. she can’t help it though, not when the both of you look to be only a couple of years older than her.

“is that so strange?” you chuckle, finding her expression cute. she frantically shakes her head, sputtering out an answer. “n—no!! well, maybe. but, i saw the sword on his back, so i just assumed...” she trails off, pointing to the dragon shaped sword hilt on meliodas’ back.

“oh, this old thing?” he reaches for the hilt of the sword and pulls it out, eliciting a small yelp from the girl. he laughs at her jumpy nature.

“did i scare you?” he grins. “if i flash the handle, it does looks like the real thing, so i don’t really blame you for having suspicions.

and just as quickly as he had pulled out the broken blade, he placed it back into its scabbard. “call it a deterrent against people skipping out on their tab.”

“and i wonder why that is, you moron. it’s only thanks to y/n that it doesn’t happen often and we haven’t gone out of business yet” hawk snorts, giving meliodas a pointed look to which the blond responds with a middle finger.

the girl’s eyes widens when she hears hawk speak. she leaps off the counter immediately and goes straight to engulf the pig in a hug, rubbing him and giggling happily. you place your hands on your hips and smile at the interaction.

“it’s a talking piggy!” she squeals excitedly but who could blame her, really? it is a talking pig! you don’t see something like that everyday.

“the name’s hawk. pleasure to meet you.”

“oh, you’re so adorable!! long ago, i pestered my father to give me one as a birthday present!” she shares, hugging hawk tightly. the pig stands unfazed, like this has happened many times before.

“did you get a pig?” you question and almost regret it when her smile slowly fades and she responds with a small, downtrodden ‘no’.

“hey, how about you get to eating? you can hug hawk as much as you want afterwards,” meliodas offers a smile.

“alright,” she murmured as she gets back onto the stool and stares down at her plate. she feels a little bad about suspecting you guys to be working with the holy knights now... but she can’t let her guard down, even though you’ve taken care of her out o the goodness of your hearts and the food you’ve served looks really yummy.

“first you nurse me back to health, and now you’re feeding me... how can i ever repay you?” she murmurs, staring down at the food.

you chuckle and reach over to pat her head, softly tousling the silky silver strands of her hair. “don’t worry your pretty little head about it and just eat, okay? it’s on the house.”

“isn’t that bad for your business?”

“please just eat it.”

“okay. here goes.” she lifts her fork to her mouth and puts the food into her mouth. her eyes widen and she visibly melts as she chews and swallows.

“what do you think? good stuff, right?” meliodas grins, nudging you playfully. “n/n’s one of the best cooks i’ve ever met, y’know? she’s a total goddess in the kitchen.”

a single tear slides down her cheeks and more followed suite. you exchange a worried look with the other two, not expecting her to start crying.

“hey, you okay?” you ask softly rubbing her shoulder in comfort.

“yeah, i’m fine… it’s just that i haven’t had a proper meal in a while and this is really delicious,” she smiles, wiping her eyes, continuing to eat.

“…say, what were you doing, walking around in that armour?” meliodas inquires after a moment of silence, trying to steer the conversation in a different direction.

“oh, that’s...” she hesitates, not knowing if she could entirely trust you with her reasoning, but decides to tell you guys anyway. “i’m searching for the eight deadly sins.”

“we gathered that much when you stumbled in here calling out for them,” hawk huffs.

“shut it, porky. anyway, why on earth would you be looking for eight deadly criminals?”

“yeah, not to mention that nobody knows if they’re even alive or dead. those guys are seriously fucked in the head, aren’t they?” meliodas leaned against the countertop, his chin resting on his palm.

she goes quiet for a moment, contemplating what to say in response to that. she knew that questions like these were inevitable but still, she’d like to not have her decisions be put under scrutiny for once. when she opens her mouth to speak again, she’s interrupted by a series of loud knocks to the door.

“open up! we got a report from some villagers! we, the order of the beard of the mountain cat, serve under the holy knights and are stationed at the mountain’s base!” a male voice proclaims.

“we’re here to arrest the rust knight, potentially one of the eight deadly sins!” he continues on. “come out peacefully!”

“again with the unruly customers?” meliodas sighs to himself. “and what’s with that ridiculous order name? the beard of the mountain cat? really?”

meanwhile….

“look allioni, are these eight deadly sins even all that dangerous anymore? surely they must be a couple of old geezers by now,” one of the knights outside speaks up, annoyedly crossing his arms.

allioni glares down at him. “take this seriously, will you? the eight deadly sins were the ones who massacred a dozen of holy knights ten years ago, the holy knight’s grand master included! i saw just how bad it was with my own eyes! it was a blood bath!! if we don’t catch these fiends, the realm will be in danger!”

“yeah, but—“

“there should be no buts if you understand the implications of our responsibility! it’s our jobs as holy knights to make sure that the kingdom is safe, even if it means catching the eight deadly sins and putting them down or dying in the process!”

the knights go quiet after allioni's passionate rant. one of them sighs and steps forward, and bangs on the tavern’s door again.

“what the hell are you doing!? come out here!”

you put on a smile as you open the door, wanting to be as polite as you could in order to get them off your backs. “sorry to keep you waiting, gentlemen. is there something i can help you with?”

“and you are?” the third tallest of the bunch asks, a condescending eyebrow raised at you, your eye twitches. holy knights and their egos.

“i’m one of the owners of this establishment. you are holy knights, yes?”

“where’s the rust knight? send him out!”

“being polite wouldn’t kill you, but whatever.” turning back into the tavern to avoid their angry glares, you gesture for the rust knight to come forward.

the knights tense at your easy compliance to their demands, but when hawk comes through the door in bits and pieces of the armour that was discarded in your room, they deadpan.

“you called? i am the great sir hawk, the rust knight!”

“th—this pig is one of the eight deadly sins?!”

“of course it isn’t, moron!”

you stifle your laugh as they stare at hawk in bewilderment. their expressions are amusing, but you know better than to laugh out loud. the sensitivity towards their egos is something you've come to face many times while dealing with holy knights in the past.

“h—how dare you! i’m the captain of the order of scraps disposal!” the pig states proudly. wow, he’s really playing into this role, not that you’re surprised. the pig did have an ego problem.

“there is no such order!”

you accidentally let a laugh slip, but cough to cover it up when you're given an annoyed glare. “so, is this the person— err, animal you were looking for?” you question innocently, smiling.

one of the knights steps forward and stares up at you, damn you are tall for a woman. although you’re many inches taller than this knight, that doesn’t make him back down in trying to establish his dominance (or whatever bullshit holy knights typically do when their egos are threatened).

“you’ve got some nerve, making sport of knights,” he scowls. “i’ll give you one more chance, bring out the rust knight.”

“but—“

“hey! a woman just ran out the back!” one of the other knights interrupts you. allioni’s head swivels back to his fellow knight and you curse under your breath.

you move to run after her, but you’re stopped when the biggest of the bunch grabs onto your arm. “so, this was your plan all along, huh? did you really think you could get away with fooling holy knights, you wench?”

your eye twitches at his insult. the nerve of this guy. who does he think he is talking to you like that? you ought to knock him down a peg or five.

“what did you just call me?”

“oh, so you’re deaf too, huh?” he yanks you into him, spinning you around and holding your arms behind your back.

“didn’t your mother ever teach you guys how to treat a lady?”

“shut it, woman,” allioni glared at you before turning to the others. “inform sir twigo at once! and take this one back with you.”

by this point, you were pissed off. with a sharp whistle, a low, menacing hissing sound is heard from within the tavern as it steadily creeps closer to the door.

“what’s that noise? a snake?”

a few seconds later, a massive, black ball python with intense vermillion eyes emerge from the door way, looming threateningly over the group, freezing them in their spots. you take this opportunity to free yourself from the knight's vice grip. you lower your body, shifting your weight and lowering your centre of gravity, which tilts the knight forward. you then flip him over your body and onto the ground and he lands with a harsh thud and a grunt. you promptly sprint into the forest to catch up to the girl immediately after.

allioni curses under his breath. “don’t just stand there like idiots! two of you should fend that thing off, the others and i will chase after those two. that first woman must be the rust knight! after her and the other one!”

“yes!”

you dash through the thick forest, jumping over and ducking under the tree roots. the girl was no longer anywhere in sight, leaving only you to shake them off.

“i order you to stop in the name of the law! any further attempt to evade us will bring about serious consequences!” allioni yells at you as he and three others pursue you deeper into the forest. you grunt at how you had forgotten to bring something to fend them off with. you hadn’t wanted to raise suspicion by walking out with a weapon, but you’re starting to regret that now.

however, a sudden, loud shriek from behind catches your attention and allioni’s.

“what is it? what happened!?” he doesn’t turn his head back. man, he really is determined to capture, huh?

“th—the pig is charging at us!”

“if its not the damn snake, you shouldn’t have a problem fending it off!”

“wow, you’re quite harsh,” you comment loud enough for him to hear you. he scoffed in response and yelled at you to shut up once more.

“hey, hawk, if you get these guys off my ass, i’ll triple your scraps. deal?”

“you ain’t gotta tell me twice!”

allioni yells at hawk to get away from him after he’d succeed in knocking his two comrades into opposite sides of the forest. the young knight speeds up to hopefully outrun him but then skids to a stop to keep himself from going off the cliff’s edge when he reached the forest’s clearing. allioni looked around for you or the girl in confusion as neither of you were in sight.

“they’re... not here...? how—“ before he could properly grasp the situation, he gets knocked off the cliff by hawk. you watch from above as he falls into the clearing of trees below. ‘it’s a shame, he was kind of cute, but he’s got a horrible attitude.’

you then turn to face meliodas and the girl who was sitting between you both, offering her thanks. the snake from earlier materializes beside you and hisses softly. you stroke the underside of his chin as he makes himself at home on your shoulders. “one of them got away, huh? that’s alright, you did your best.”

the girl looks at your snake curiously as meliodas helps her out of the tree. you both lead her out of the forest and onto the clearing by the cliffside.

“you’ve stirred up quite the trouble, miss. now would be a good time to tell us exactly why you’re looking for the eight deadly sins.”

she takes in a breath to work up the courage to come clean. it’s the least she could do after you guys saved her... twice...

“...it’s just so that i can stop the holy knights.”

whatever you were expecting her to say, it definitely wasn’t that. her answers keep surprising you by the minute.

“stop the holy knights? do you hear yourself, lady? what’re you trying to stop them from doing? the holy knights are the knights who protect liones, they’re heroes!” hawk huffs out.

“but what if these ‘heroes’ were preparing to start a war in this country?” she refutes, sarcasm dripping from her tone when she says ‘heroes’.

“miss, i beg your finest pardon?”

“you probably don’t know this, nobody does actually, but not too long ago, the entire royal family except for the former king were arrested and imprisoned by the holy knights, even the queen who’s supposed to be on the throne,” she recounts, turning away from you all.

“the royal family was what!? so you mean the queen isn’t tending to the former king that’s laid up in bed, sick?” hawk gasps. she shakes her head.

“that’s a cover story that the holy knights have been circulating. her majesty has been imprisoned in the west tower where only the most gruesome criminals are held. the only person that has control over the government now is the king consort and the two holy knight grandmasters.” her expression is one of sadness and your eyes furrow. that’s quite a bit of information which leads you to conclude that she’s either a royal or a holy knight that is still loyal towards the royal family.

“war, huh? who are they planning to fight? and what’s the reason for this war anyway? is it so important that they would launch a coup and imprison the royals?”

“i don’t know who they intend to fight or what they intend to accomplish by starting a war, but... they’re already conscripting people from the kingdom and surrounding villages, making preparations slowly but surely.”

“seriously?” hawk muttered, aghast at the news.

“damn, that’s rough,” meliodas tucks his hands into his pants, speaking nonchalantly.

“why do you never take anything seriously?” the pig scoffs at him, shooting a nasty side eye.

“but, if they’re planning to start a war, i still don’t see how any of that ties in with the eight deadly sins. they’re wanted criminals and are despised by all,” you fold your arms. “it would be illogical to seek out betrayers of the country, no?”

“no, you’re wrong, if there is any hope of stopping the holy knights, it lies with the eight deadly sins, and them alone!”

“alright, let me get this straight. you’re looking for the eight deadly sins knowing what kind of people they are?” meliodas raises an eyebrow at her. “what makes you think they would provide you with their help. what makes you think they’re even alive? pretty dumb plan, i have to say. but props to you for the effort.”

“the eight deadly sins... they the mightiest, most vile order of knights in the kingdom, composed of eight terrible criminals, each with the mark of a beast branded on their body. ten years ago, they were attacked with full force by all the knights of the realm on suspicion of attempting to overthrow the kingdom and were scattered to the four winds,” she narrates before looking at you three with a blazing intensity in her pale blue eyes, “that’s what everyone says, but i fully believe that what happened ten years ago wasn’t their doing! they wouldn’t have betrayed the country like that!”

“you have a surprising amount of faith in people who were all criminals before being grouped together. everyone should’ve seen their treason coming from miles away. besides, i heard rumours saying they’re all dead,” meliodas scratched his nape. you look down at him. he was intentionally egging her on but for what reason, you’re not sure.

“such amazing people wouldn’t die that easily!”

“again, woman, these guys are criminals. they’re bound to be dead by now or at least caught... and you seeking out their help is a large act of treason, no?”

the relentless interrogation your friend suddenly sprung upon her caused tears of frustration to form in her eyes. she was clearly getting overwhelmed with his questions. “why can’t you understand!? get it into that thick skull of yours it’s the holy knights who are really causing people to suffer!”

you three are stunned to silence at her outburst. her usually soft voice held such strong emotion that it came out a lot sharper and harsher than she probably would’ve intended.

she quickly backtracks. “apologies, i didn’t mean to snap at you… i just got so overwhelmed and— eek..!”

whatever the girl was about to say dies in her throat as the cliffside you four were standing on suddenly crumbles beneath your feet, sending the lot of you pummelling straight to the forest below.

“oh, give me a break!” hawk groans.

“oops, i forgot to confirm if they were the people we were looking for or not. that’s my bad. oh, well, i guess that’ll be three deaths tallied.”

[hehehuhuwu]

can ban PLEASE slap and squeeze my cheeks like he did to jericho????

[newtthetranswriter]

Requests for Seven Deadly Sins

Sup people, as I recently decided to rewatch the Seven Deadly Sins I have decided to open up request for it. So feel free to send over your ideas. please just check my rules linked here

The characters I will write for in the SDS fandom are:

Meliodas

Ban

King

Gloxinia

Gilthunder

Gowther

Arthur

Howzer

Lancelot

Tristan

Nasiens

[ribcages-and-bookpages]

7DS: Meliodas x F! goddess! reader

(s/c) skin color , (h/t) hair length, (h/c) hair color , (n/n) nickname

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You are a female goddess living in the human realm. You were born during the end of the war, and sent to the humans, a village keeping you a secret your entire life. You have stayed out if trouble for years, and have been unable to master your abilities of weapon conjuration and light manipulation. Now, let's catch up to the present, which takes place before the reformation of the Sins, and before the princess goes searching for them. 

You ran as fast as your legs would carry you, the cloak around you , tied around your waist, flapping wildly as it threatened  to come untied; it was the only thing hiding your wings. You stumbled, your leg bleeding, white lace like birthmarks on your (s/c) skin, wrapping around your leg, across your body, to your upper arm, then stopped; the white tainted by blood on your leg. You had been hurt by some villagers who didn't trust you, they didn't like you already, and then when they spotted the bandages you used to cover your birthmarks unwinding, and they spotted the birthmarks, they attacked you. Calling you a demon, and you didn't disagree, as you couldn't tell them what you were. 

Finally, the pain in your leg took over and you stumbled and fell to the ground, using your hands to catch your self. You hadn't noticed you were running near by a tavern, just slightly past the forest. As you turned around, hearing a man shout at you to duck, you did just that and dodged a sword to the face, as a busted sword came into your sight,  knocking the first sword out of view. You covered your face with your hands, but stopped when you heard a calm voice speak to you 

"Hey, you're okay, Ill handle these guys." He says, and you lowered your hands, and noticed a blond boy in front of you. But those eyes..they held wisdom. They held sadness, and yet held a kindness to them. You knew in that moment, you could trust him as a small smile forced it's way onto his face, and you gave a nod. 

Within a few seconds, all the men were on the ground in pain or running away shouting. You shakily tried to stand, and felt your leg give out but before you could drop you felt support under your arm. Looking over, the boy, or..man? He seemed too strong  to be a boy, he had to be a baby faced man; he had put your arm around his neck and was letting you lean on him, supporting your weight as he took you towards the forest

"Don't worry, I have a tavern and I can take care of your wounds there." He tells you, and you nodded hesitantly. Everything in your brain screamed 'run! Run! He could be a bad guy!' but your heart knew. Your heart knew he wasn't a bad guy. You knew he'd protect you if they came back. He was telling the truth about helping you. You knew it. 

As you entered the tavern, a talking pig greeted you, and you simply gave a tiny smile to reassure the piggy you were okay

"Hurry up! Treat her wounds before she bleeds out!" He shouts at the male, who huffed 

"I'm working on it-" he says, moving to help you sit by the bar, then let go of you and smiled, headed up the stairs he soon returned with a box of medical supplies. You were sure he had felt the wings on your back while helping you, but maybe he thought it was something else??? Man, you hoped so. 

He got a wet cloth and a bowl of water and began cleaning the wound on your leg, kneeling on the ground in front of you, while you used your hand to push your dress down to cover you, since it didn't cover you well enough from the angle he was at. You turned your head away in embarrassment, and he simply smiled at you, before looking back to your leg, avoiding looking any where else but your face and leg right now. Now wasn't the time to be a pervert! He could do that later. You gave a small hiss of pain, but not much more sound than that as he cleaned your wounds, put a salve on it, then bandaged it 

" It's deep, but not enough to need stitches. Just be careful for the next few days, and keep it clean." He says, standing up and smiling at you softly. 

"Thank you sir..." You paused, you didn't know your saviors name. He smiled 

"Don't worry about it, I'm just a friendly tavern owner!" He says, rubbing the back of his neck. He was obviously hiding something, but then again so were you, so why push? 

"Well, thank you friendly tavern owner. I am in your debt." You say, softly, eyes flickering away, then back to him 

"Friendly tavern owner, may I stay here for a brief period of time? I was ran out of where I was staying by the villagers, and I do not think I can travel at the moment." You explain, looking at him nervously, But he just smiled 

"I was gonna ask you to anyway."  He says with a shrug

"Thank you, again." You say, tightening your cloak around your self. No one was ever so kind to you. Not since your original village, which you had become frightened would be hunted if you remained, so you left, this was a long, long time ago, so long ago the village name had been changed and you couldn't find the location any more. 

"Are ya hungry?" He asks, putting his hands on his hips, and you responded with a small nod, causing him to grin, and the pig, who had announced him self as Hawk when you arrived, to scoff 

"You're going to make her sick with your crappy food!" 

"I'm sure it's not that bad-" you started, only for the tavern owner to laugh 

"It is that bad. But it always looks good!' he says, and moved behind the bar to begin making you some lunch. You doubted it could really be so horrible, after all, the woman you stayed with as a child couldn't cook to save her life, so you were used to it. 

You pulled your cloak hood down, running a hand through your (h/l) (h/c) hair, properly showing your face. The man seemed to stop for a second, then smiled at you and went back to cooking. Little did you know, you made his heart(s) race. You watched him cook, and once it was finished he served it to you and you took a forkful and blew on it, then took a gentle bite. The texture was off..the taste was bad, but it looked amazing. Okay, maybe he was right. But that didn't stop you from tearing up 

"Thank you. Not only have you saved me, you have given me shelter for the time being and are feeding me. This is the most kindness I've been shown in such a long time... It's wonderful." You say, softly, sniffling. He looked shocked when you cried, but as you explained, he gave a gentle smile

"Don't worry about it. What's your name anyways?"

"(N/n)" you say, wiping a tear as you took another bite of food 

"Well (n/n), you're welcome to travel with me as long as you'd like!" He says, and Hawk gasped 

"We're gonna finally have someone else travel with us?! Yes!" He says, doing happy jumps, and causing a small giggle to come from you. This..could be the start of something amazing

[mya-valentine]

Headcanon: Meliodas and Ban with a Fellow Sin S/O

Meliodas

Meliodas and his Sin S/O have known each other for centuries, having fought side by side on countless battlefields. Their bond is deeply rooted in mutual respect and understanding, both having seen the other at their strongest and weakest. They've been through thick and thin together, knowing each other's strengths, secrets, and vulnerabilities like no one else.

Meliodas and his S/O are both powerful warriors, which leads to plenty of friendly competitions. Whether it's sparring, testing new techniques, or seeing who can defeat the most enemies in a fight, they thrive on the challenge. It’s not about proving who's better; it’s about pushing each other to grow stronger. Meliodas loves to tease them after winning, while they do the same when they beat him.

As both are Sins, they often take on leadership roles within the group, making decisions and guiding their fellow teammates. While Meliodas might officially lead, his S/O is the one he trusts most for advice and strategy. They’re the person he confides in when he's unsure about something, and they often end up making decisions together, balancing each other's leadership styles.

Being both a fellow Sin and Meliodas’ partner, they share an unspoken understanding of the darkness they carry. Meliodas’ demonic past and their own burdens often weigh heavily on them, but they find comfort in each other’s presence. There’s no need for explanations—just being together is enough to help ease the tension and keep the darkness at bay.

In battle, Meliodas and his S/O are nearly unstoppable when working together. They move in perfect sync, knowing exactly what the other will do before they even act. Their combined power and strategic thinking make them a formidable force, and even their enemies recognize that facing them as a pair is far more dangerous than facing them individually.

Despite their shared seriousness in battle, Meliodas and his S/O love to tease each other in their downtime. Meliodas is known for his mischievous side, and he often jokes with them, trying to get a rise out of them with playful remarks or cheeky compliments. They know how to handle his teasing and give it right back, creating a dynamic filled with lighthearted banter.

Meliodas and his Sin S/O don’t always need to talk to enjoy each other's company. After a long day of fighting or strategizing, they often sit together in comfortable silence, appreciating the rare moments of peace. Whether it's in the Boar Hat, by a campfire, or on a quiet hilltop, they find solace in simply being near one another.

There's an unbreakable trust between Meliodas and his S/O. They’ve seen each other at their most vulnerable, yet they never judge or question the other’s loyalty. Meliodas trusts his S/O implicitly, knowing they’d never betray him, and vice versa. This deep trust is the foundation of their relationship, making it one of the strongest bonds among the Sins.

When Meliodas struggles with his inner darkness, it’s his S/O who can bring him back from the edge. They know how to reach him when he’s overwhelmed by the weight of his past, offering comfort and a reminder that he’s not defined by his sins. In return, Meliodas is always there to help them through their own challenges, offering a steady hand and unwavering support.

As fellow Sins, Meliodas and his S/O take responsibility for looking after their comrades. While Meliodas has the official leadership role, his S/O often helps keep the group together emotionally, offering advice or support when others are struggling. Together, they ensure that the Sins remain united, balancing Meliodas’ carefree attitude with their own thoughtful perspective.

Meliodas and his S/O have a love forged in battle and conflict, making it resilient and unyielding. They've fought together, bled together, and survived countless threats side by side. Their love is steady, reliable, and enduring, knowing that no matter what happens, they’ll always have each other's backs, both in and out of battle.

Ban

Ban first met his fellow Sin S/O during their time in prison or after one of the many battles they fought as members of the Seven Deadly Sins. They were immediately drawn to each other’s strength, resilience, and a shared sense of rebellion against the rules that confined them. There was an instant connection, one that began with mutual respect and quickly grew into something more.

Ban is naturally flirtatious and loves teasing his Sin S/O. Whether it’s about their fighting skills, looks, or their attitude, he’s always dropping playful remarks. His S/O is one of the few people who can keep up with his quick wit, often teasing him back just as effortlessly. The banter between them is constant, full of sarcastic humor and the occasional flirtation, which keeps their relationship lively and fun.

Being both strong, they often spar together, testing their abilities and helping each other get stronger. Ban thrives on the challenge, always trying to push his S/O to their limits. Sparring between them is intense but full of trust—they know exactly how hard they can push each other without causing real harm. After every spar, Ban usually pulls them into a playful embrace, complimenting their skills, even if they beat him.

Both Ban and his S/O love a good adventure. Whether it’s hunting down ancient relics, exploring dangerous lands, or tracking down trouble, they thrive on the excitement and thrill of the unknown. Ban especially loves it when his S/O suggests a crazy plan, knowing they’re as fearless and reckless as he is. Together, they’re an unstoppable team, diving headfirst into danger without hesitation.

Beneath Ban’s carefree, rogue-like exterior, there’s a lot of pain, and his S/O understands that better than most. They’re one of the few people who see through his bravado and know when he’s hurting. Whether it’s comforting him about Elaine or reminding him of his worth when he doubts himself, his S/O is always there to support him emotionally. In return, Ban is incredibly protective of them, always looking out for their well-being and ensuring they never have to face their struggles alone.

If Ban’s S/O is also immortal or similarly long-lived, they share a deep understanding of what it means to outlive others and the loneliness that can come with it. They often talk about the burden of watching the world change while they remain the same, finding comfort in the fact that they’ll always have each other, no matter how much time passes.

Ban and his Sin S/O are both known for their fearlessness and stubbornness, which often gets them into dangerous situations. Whether they’re charging headfirst into battle or taking on seemingly impossible odds, they’re both confident in their abilities to get out of it alive. Ban thrives on the thrill of it, often grinning wildly in the face of danger, while his S/O matches his daring attitude.

Ban is fiercely loyal to his Sin S/O. No matter what happens, he always has their back, both in battle and in life. They’ve been through so much together that their bond is unbreakable, and they trust each other completely. Ban’s loyalty extends to the point where he’d risk his life without hesitation to protect them, though he knows his S/O is fully capable of taking care of themselves.

Despite knowing how strong and capable his S/O is, Ban can’t help but have a protective streak. If anyone dares threaten them or try to harm them, they’ll quickly find themselves on the wrong side of Ban’s wrath. He doesn’t let anyone mess with his S/O, and his love for them makes him even more dangerous when it comes to protecting what’s his.

While Ban is often playful and mischievous, he has moments of deep tenderness with his S/O. Late at night, when they’re alone, he’ll pull them close, wrapping his arms around them and just enjoying the quiet moments together. He’s not one to get overly emotional in front of others, but with his S/O, he feels safe enough to let down his guard and show a more vulnerable side.

Ban is notorious for sneaking kisses at the most unexpected times. Whether it’s in the middle of a conversation, a fight, or when they’re relaxing after a long day, he loves catching his S/O off guard with a sudden kiss. His S/O has learned to expect the surprise affection but can never quite predict when Ban will strike, which keeps things fun and unpredictable.

Ban and his Sin S/O are like two peas in a pod, both with rebellious hearts and a love for mischief. Whether it’s stealing something valuable (for fun), causing chaos, or playing pranks on their fellow Sins, they’re partners in crime through and through. Together, they bring a sense of excitement and unpredictability to the group, always keeping things interesting.

Over time, Ban and his S/O’s relationship becomes something truly unshakable. They’ve fought together, laughed together, and faced countless challenges, but through it all, their bond has only grown stronger. Ban knows he’s found someone who truly understands him—both his wild side and the pain he hides behind it—and his love for them is something that will last forever, no matter what.

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Requester ⇨ [Hi this is my first time. Can I ask for Lancelot and Tristan (separately) with sassy bubbly s/o who they’ve known their whole life and how their relationship is like. If it’s not to much could you add their nicknames for each other and the cute things they do for their s/o Thank you.]

Heyyyy! Happy to be the very first one you requested! We can always depend on these two boys for the fluff :D also sorry if you see the way my posts are set up, I'm trying to find something to work with that I feel okay with.

Content || grammar errors, sassy banter, fluff, headcanons, gender-neutral reader.

𝙲𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚘𝚗, 𝚋𝚎 𝚖𝚢 𝚋𝚊𝚋𝚢 (𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚘𝚗!)

Tristan generally loves you very much, even before the two of you were official! But every time you exude such a sassiness that he cannot, he can't help but laugh. The prince of Liones he may be, but you can just call him the prince of laughter. He can't help it, it sets him off every time!

There is one main similarity between the both of you, and that is your bubbly sides. Lots of your friends and even both your families just make major comparisons this way, which you never seem to hear the end of. Tristan however just loves when you can seem so happy, kind and full of life.

The one strengthening factor behind your relationship, is that you two have known each other for as long you can remember since childhood and even into your teenage years. Tristan knows every little detail; what you like, what you dislike, what you hate and your favorite memories. He can't really help but be in-love with every single aspect of you.

Tristan does worry quite a lot when you are out on missions, but he does often get reminded about how resilient you can be - especially with the amount of comments you make in combat. The nephilim is still left with worry though even when you do come back; did you get injured, burned, or imprisoned? the amount of things run ample through his mind enough.

He is a very avid and proud lover, just like his father. Though he is less perverted, as he doesn't want to make you uncomfortable. Tristan always likes to be very open about his love toward you, even if he does find himself with a blushing expression.

with all lovers, there is a connection that trescends the apparent obvious understanding. The way you know Tristan like the back of your hand when he is happy, or worried. The way he knows you when you are bashful or even sad.

He is unusually reminded and wonders if you have a lack of moral guidance when you are quite sassy, not even barring to hold back the blunt words that spill from your lips towards enemies and knights of chaos. Tristan wonders just what had happened to you when he had not been around in each other's earlier years.

Even if there are things about yourself that your insecure, Tristan is that kind of boy that will love all your insecurities for you. He has enough love going around, so he will love those as well. The prince will not take your self-deprecation if he doesn't at least refute it every time with a compliment, he hates when you see yourself that way.

In the privacy of his room, he certainly sees a side to you that no one else would be able to. You're far more soft and albeit grumpier when sleepy, but lots and lots of cuddles ensue, though somewhat whine and complain that he can be a bit cold.

If you end up sick, he just ruffles and pats your hair when you complain about it with snarky and sassy comments. But he won't just stop there, Tristan will help you work through it. Soup, warm cloth and even drawing you a bath.

Sometimes in tense moments, just to stay grounded, you two mouth to one another: 'I love you'. It generally helps, quite a lot. As he does find emotions difficult to deal with often, but just saying that alone helps him stay tethered to the earth.

This nephilim loves, loves, loves to give you gifts. In about anything, he finds that reminds him of you is something he will give to you as a gift. Tristan does hope that you don't find this annoying though, he just cares about you very much.

He knows you can defend yourself when being insulted, so when you fire one right back -- he just smiles. Tristan can't help but be proud, he doesn't know why but he just is. He loves when you don't just take it, and defend yourself (if verbally, or even physically).

Tristan loves holding hands with you if possibly, only particularly at appropriate times. The prince is very huge on PDA, and loves being affectionate with you. Though he often hears a lot of jesting from you whilst you hold hands with him, Tristan knows, and just grins.

You most likely lead half the conversations, seemingly always able to find something to say. He doesn't mind, and occasionally gives input when he feels he needs too. He isn't an avid talker most of the time, and tends to be quite formal anyway, so he just opts for listening to you. There are always jokes in each and every one of your conversations, your the one making them.

In the more quiet moments, Tristan and you will dance together. Maybe even bumble over each other's footsteps and laugh about it, and touching each other's foreheads and talking about things that bother you or things that brightened your day.

However, it doesn't mean your the only talker. Tristan may be quiet when you talk, but he can have a lot of things to say as well. Though he always just wants you to know he's actually listening to the things your saying.

Tristan isn't much of a nickname giver, but he does have many affectionate nicknames he reserves just for you alone; angel, darling, my love, and my light.

However the nicknames he has for you when you are being completely sassy are different; grizzly, my little philosopher, biscuit, and sunshine. However he always means them with love, he swears! Tristan generally just calls you these nicknames, and you just get even sassier. He loves it.

The two of you play into each other's playful sides, which can be a bit worse for wear, but it always ends up with memories you can look back on with fondness.

You two can quite literally be the perfect match for eachother, considering how laid-back and playful he can be at times, so the both of you are always met with back and forth comments from one another. Sometimes, there is a point to where the others are still surprised that you both have the energy to behave toward each other in such a way.

Lancelot does admire your more bubbly aspects however, and somewhat envies you for it. He wishes he can still have that energy, back to his earlier years of childhood with you. Lancelot can't match it as easily anymore, but he is reminded very fondly every time that side of you comes out. His gaze always lingers on you, not daring to stray for as long as possible, he always wants to burn those expressions into memory.

Beyond the relationship, even before knowing you, he feels a deep sense of despair as if something will happen. Something beyond his control, he feels that with each and every person he comes to hold dear of course. But with you, it delves even deeper, even more worse than before. Lancelot feels at a loss when this feeling surfaces, reminding him of previous failures (lance, please be kind to yourself). He is unsure when this sentiment truly comes to pass. Sometimes even with your sunshine, he still is reminded.

Whenever and however, if Lancelot ends up being the victim of your sassy comments, he just shrugs it off and continues the conversation. It just often shocks others as he usually is quick to bite back, but it didn't happen this time around, not with you.

It helps wholly, that he had known you for as long as he could remember. So even before being official, Lancelot can remember even the most seemingly insignificant details about you. Anything that he remembers, is something he considers of large importance after all. So maybe one day your met with a gift, something you mention offhandedly you liked, just one time. He looks away and says it was just something he saw on the way back, Lancelot will not admit he actually remembered that.

He isn't necessarily a touchy person compared to his father, but Lancelot will hold your hand if you wanted to, with very grumpy comments. You just tease him when he does accept it, to which he just lazily refutes.

Lancelot will defend you if you happen to be insulted, but if you do end up defending yourself, he happily accepts that with a proud-ass smile. He knows you can defend yourself verbally, but the comments you fire right back inspire him. New material for insults.

Often, he ends up cooking for you. You will not find him actually willingly doing that for anyone else, but you alone. Lancelot remembers few of your favorite recipes off the top of his head, so he cooks the appropriate meal concurrent with the time of the day. He definitely had inherited his ability to cook so well from his father, but had made it even better the more he had cooked.

On missions, he tends to worry about you. Out of habit, as he doesn't want anyone he cares about to get hurt, will shadow you the best he can. If he is able to of course, other times he will simply have to trust that you can take care of yourself and come back okay.

Lancelot is a quiet and subtle lover, but you can very much tell easily how much he loves you through acts of service (I will continuously iterate that he is an acts of service lover, sue me). He often will do chores on your behalf, or even patrol with you as often as he can, he can't really find himself doing anything else otherwise lest he actually has something he needs to prioritize.

Sometimes he actually hates that you can understand him, like 'how or why do you know this about me so easily?' You should be far away from his heart. Yet, you wormed so far in and deeply into his heart that he cares for you in a way he would no one else. Lancelot in turn does understand you as well as you do him, so he can catch even the smallest things. Example for telling, that subtle shift in your demeanor.

Such subtle things aren't left unnoticed by either you or Lancelot. maybe his jaw is clenched for some reason, you lightly tell him to unclench. He does. What if your hand was tightened and formed into a fist? Lancelot gently taps the knuckle of your hand with the back of his finger, curled in a way of subtle worry.

It's as if a complete shift in your demeanor when you are insecure (be it very few, or plenty), he will softly tell you something completely positive as an opposite. Lancelot finds it reassuring he was born with the ability to read hearts, i.e the mind in extension. Your thoughts are something that are much easier to read when you have bouts of these moments, and it is much easier for him to help you through it. He understands in a way, but hopes that you can overcome such insecurities one day.

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7DS x Reader Headcannons

Reactions to reader being stronger than them

Characters: Meliodas, Ban

💛- read as platonic

Meliodas

- omg 0-0

- He wouldn’t 100% believe it at first, some doubt for sure

- You’d have to beat him up and spill some blood to prove it

- Then he’d be like ‘Oh wow, alright then’

- He couldn’t even beat you in his demon form so he’s amazed

- Since he knows you can beat the crap out of him he tries not to get on your bad side

- Still likes to mess with you though

- Makes jokes that’ll earn him a punch in the face

Ban

- Didn’t believe you at all

- He’s ‘Undead Ban’ how could you possibly beat him?

- Lets you get the first punch and immediately regrets it

- There’s a part during the fight when he genuinely believes for a second you might actually kill him (you don’t, obviously)

- From then on he loves fighting you, thinks it’s exciting

- Will purposely make you mad in order to get a reaction out of you in hopes of a fight

- Will also make bets and horribly loose to you

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𝓢𝓵𝓮𝓮𝓹𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝔀𝓲𝓽𝓱 𝓕𝓪𝓲𝓻𝓲𝓮𝓼

𝐅𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭: 𝟕 𝐃𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐥𝐲 𝐒𝐢𝐧𝐬

𝐅𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬: 𝐊𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐇𝐞𝐥𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐦, 𝐄𝐥𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐞, 𝐆𝐥𝐨𝐱𝐢𝐧𝐢𝐚 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐆𝐞𝐫𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞

𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭: 𝐩𝐮𝐫𝐞 𝐟𝐥𝐮𝐟𝐟, 𝐆𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐍𝐞𝐮𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐥! 𝐅𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐲! 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫, 𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐜, 𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐞𝐝 𝐫𝐞𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐩

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𝐊𝐢𝐧𝐠

The current fairy king, also the sin of sloth, was always lazing around on his Chastiefol, which would take the form of a pillow whenever he was not in need of a battle or rush. Although looking like a hopeless guy that wasn't able to get anything done because he was always sleeping, he was also caring; that's what you liked best about him.

King had been on top of the Boar Hat's roof, Oslo originally beside him for a while before you had come outside. You found him sleeping with the pillow hugged to his chest, which was pretty normal.. yet you always found it a little cute...

He was quick to fidget out of his sleep, sitting up and finding you standing on the roof in front of him, looking down at him.

"AH- (Y/N)," You watched him jump a bit at the sight of you staring down at him, your face had a almost serious expression but was cut off by the small laugh that came out to finding him so startled.

"sorry, I didn't mean to scare you." You spoke while taking a seat beside your significant other, taking notice at how he smiled when he took his breath and finally realized it had just been you this whole time.. nothing to worry about.

"No no, don't worry about it! I was just caught off guard." King waved his hands up in protest for a second while he turned his body to you. He jumped a bit, looking around the Boar Hat outside while he spoke: "Hey, weren't you hanging out with the others?"

"Oh, they're just drinking inside. I'm surprised you didn't come inside to join us." You spoke while your face rested against your knuckles, your arm propped up on your knee. You gave him a small look of suspicion, your eyebrow raised.. a feeling came up that he had been trying to avoid you but it wasn't likely.

"..Oh, I was just tired. Besides we drink everyday anyways, so it wouldn't matter if I don't show up once." He spoke with a sigh following, not out of disappointment or disagreement to the idea but just being pretty used to the antics of his friends... "Was there.. any other reason you came out here?"

You gave a bit of a surprised look at the question, before looking forward, your chin in the palm of your hands as you thought of what to say. King just stared at you, your expression looked.. bored. "..no real reason to be honest."

He took another exhale of some sort of relief at your answer before tilting his head slightly at you, resting his hands onto the pillow he was hugging onto. His eyes stared at you; in the silence he spoke up again, not being hundred percent convinced your answer was true. "..I know you, the others are being loud and everything so why would you come out here to sit with me in silence..? You clearly want something or something's on your mind." King sighed, a small look of disappointment that you weren't being honest with him.

Slowly turning to look at him, the expression was unreadable as you stared. You pulled your head away from your hand, placing it on your lap. "..can I.. sleep beside you..?" You asked with your ears a bit tinted with red. You felt a bit awkward asking the question, even if you guys were already in a relationship you both never knew when to make a move it seemed like.

The way you ears were tinted red didn't go unnoticed by him, making him feel a small sense of fluster for a second.. But he was quick to try to keep up his more lazy vibe, a small smile being brought to his face once again before responding with a small laugh.

"You don't really have to ask me, y'know? You can use my pillow if you want, I'm not gonna tell you no."

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'USE THE PILLOW? YOU'RE SUCH A MORON?! HOW STUPID MUST I BE!! THEY OBVIOUSLY WANTED TO SLEEP BESIDE YOU!! WHY DIDN'T YOU SAY YES?!! IDIOT IDIOT!!'

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As King gestured with a smile to you, handing his pillow over and watching as you'd hug it to your chest, he was beating himself up inside. Despite his internal yells, he didn't make a comment, he kept his smile and stayed silent, watching over you while you decided how to go about using it. He did however feel a little disappointment..

While taking the Chastiefol with a smile on your face, you hugged the pillow to your chest. It was definitely nice to hold, fluff and cushiony. Slowly, you laid your head on Kings shoulder.

King stayed still while you slowly pushed yourself against him, laying onto him. His eyes widened a slight bit at the suddenness of your action.. he was definitely flustered at the moment, but he didn't want to show it, to not ruin it.

"U-Uhm, comfy..?" He spoke as his eyes darted to the side away from you with a small stutter due to not really expecting the action.

"mhmm.." a hum left your lips while pressing your cheek onto his shoulder. Your eyes were shut, if you listened close enough you could definitely tell his heart was beating quickly. ".. you're such an idiot." You spoke with a small chuckle leaving your mouth.

𝐇𝐞𝐥𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐦

Helbram would walk around, the arm of his human form would move heavily against the ground as he slowly carried his feet. He felt tired and restless, blood on his hands carried more then he'd ever want to admit hundred years ago.

Slowly, he pulled his helmet off, revealing his dead yet tired expression as he transformed back into his fairy state. He sighed, his back ached.

Helbram was slow to fly up and lay on his chest on a sturdy tree, his wings in the air as they spread apart and felt the air move against them. He was slow to shut his eyes before his ears twitched at the sound of movement near him.

Quickly, he flinched up to look at his surroundings only to notice a certain pair of wings he knew very well, his eyes were quick to focus on their face. "(Y/N)"

How long has it been when they met? He couldn't remember.. They always had this.. ability to just ease his tension, even if it meant being miles apart, whenever they popped up his head he felt easier.

"What are you doing here?" He spoke, quick to levitate down from the tree to where you stood, face-to-face with you as he crossed his arms over his chest, his expression was tired.. you could see the eye bags underneath his eyes.

"..I would ask the same thing to you too.. but," you paused, not wanting to think of what he was doing out here... After all, there was definitely a village cleaned out nearby. ".. nevermind."

He didn't say anything, turning his head away. Helbram wasn't one to push people away easily, in the past at least, but he couldn't bring himself to be near you.. especially with what he's become into. "You should go home."

"but I just got here." You spoke with a small smile, your arms waved in the air as you tried to express your sympathy with a bit of liveliness.

".. exactly." He sighed with a head shake and small chuckle, his voice tired as well.

You didn't turn away from him, just staring up before you sat down on the grass, your back against the sturdy tree while leaves fell down upon the both of you. "..tired?"

"..yeah."

You chuckled while holding a hand out to him, which made him flinch a bit. "C'mon, just lay down.."

Helbram stared down at you from where he stood in the air, his eyebrow raised as he smiled at the gesture.. feeling a bit taken back yet amused. "Seriously?"

"at least for five minutes. That wouldn't kill you." You spoke with an eyeroll, playful yet serious now as you looked up at him, upset.

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Helbram sighed out, ".. you're an idiot.." he spoke while sitting down the grass in front of you, slowly laying down again you. His arms were wrapped around your body slowly with his chin on your chest. He looked up at you only to feeling his face burn slightly and hide his face against your skin.

"I know." You spoke with a empathetic smile, looking down at the poor fairy while one arm would brush up against his back, rubbing him slowly to ease the tension and the other brushed through his hair. "..please rest, you need it.."

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"..thanks." he spoke tiredly, his breath was slow and warm against your skin but a small smile tugged against his lips. You knew he was likely to tease you about this later when he's more energetic... As long as he slept. Poor fairy.

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The Guardian of the Fountain of Youth sat at the highest point of the great tree. She was often bored and always awake, never allowing herself to rest properly because of her role. She needed to protect this forest, even if it meant losing her own time.

Because of this, you had often come up to join her and fill that void of boredom. You brought many little trinkets and gifts, anything you could find in the forest which would spark some joy from her.

She sat at the top of the tree, waiting for you, like usual, the time ticking slowly.

"Elaine," She was quick to turn and see you; a smile spreading on her lips to see the fairy she knew so little about but always loved to know more about. ".. I'm sorry I took longer than I expected, I wanted to find something special for you."

"no, don't worry.. I don't mind." Her voice was soft as you looked at her face, the eye bags she had didn't go unnoticed by you which did upset you somewhat, especially when hearing the yawn that would leave her lips.

"What is it that you have?" Elaine asked curiously while noticing the small sheet in your hand, you held in carefully, something to not be hurt.

"Oh, this?"

You opened the sheet in your hands slowly, holding it out to her. "..it's an Elaine flower." You spoke with a small laugh under your breath, feeling a bit proud of yourself. "I found it and thought of you."

Although you felt a bit old and cheesy for your actions and what you said, the smile on her face did not disappoint.

It's petals were pure white, a multitude of them as they branched from different sections all similar to one another. The flower, itself, was closed off together rather than open.

"..Oh, thank you." She while taking the flower from you, admiring the gift in her hands. It wasn't often that she could come down from her area to see what was going on in the fairy forest. "Its lovely."

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A small yawn fell from her lips again, making you frown from annoyance. "Elaine." You spoke up to her, catching her attention quickly. "How much sleep are you getting?"

She seemed sad, noticing your worry for her. "Not much.." she'd admit while looking down at the flower in her hands, she didn't like how it was going for her... Being a guardian of such a powerful item to their forest wasn't easy, especially with her brother gone.

You were quiet, looking at her before you levitated you on a sturdy branch. It had a nice view of the fountain of youth but also of the forest.

"..Why don't you get some sleep, dear? I'll watch over the forest for you.." you spoke out to her with a smile, watching as her eyes shot up to you, a bit surprised but definitely grateful.

It didn't take long for Elaine to take a seat beside you; the gift of the flower in her hands, the wind blew through her hair slightly. "..you don't have too.." she spoke, feeling a bit guilty.

"no no, I want you to get some rest.. You need it." You spoke, wrapping your arm over and pressing her head to your shoulder as some hair fell down her face. She felt glad to have someone like you looking out for her.

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It's been a good long minute, the once fairy king and commandment of repose had sat at the top of the tallest tree. Gloxinia's been trying to get used to adjusting to the new generation and world, feeling a bit down. He stared at the horizon, the sun setting slowly over the trees and watching many of the little fairies falling into a deep rest.

It's about time he got some sleep as well.

His leg was propped up on the tree, his elbow against his knee as his face rested in the palm of his hand.

His attention was caught by a certain fairy he's been seeing a lot more lately.. it was a odd feeling in his chest, but he couldn't help but not want to look away.

His head dropped as a sigh left his lips, his hair fell down his shoulders as he slowly sat up. He wanted to speak to them, everyday, but with his past failures as a.. friend, he couldn't even look at them properly. It was difficult enough knowing they survived, but did they really want to see him?

Or was it out of pity?

Slowly he looked up at the stars for a minute of reassurance but gave up on the idea, sending one more look to where they were but they had disappeared.

Oh well.

Gloxinia laid onto his chest against the branch, one arm drapped off to the side, swaying off the tree and in the air, while his other propped under his cheek like a pillow. His majestic wings spread apart in the cold air as he tried to shut his eyes.

Suddenly he felt a weight against his back, in between his wings. He was quick to get up slightly and look behind him.

"What the.." he stopped at sight of the same fairy he would think of laying on his back. A peaceful smile on their lips. "(Y/N)." Gloxinia spoke under his breath, same hint of surprise in his voice.

Their eyes slowly fluttered open up at him, resting on their cheek before tilting their chin on their arms against his back, "sorry. I should've asked, but you seemed lonely. I can get off."

Gloxinia stared back at them for a moment, before laying back on his arm. "You could.." he spoke with a small sign of disappointment in his voice as he paused. "..but you don't have too. I don't mind if it's you."

"..wow, really?" You asked with a bit of disbelief to the second comment, asking for confirmation.

"Why are you surprised?" He asked with a small laugh of amusement at your question, seeming a bit more surprised then you are when you asked. "Go ahead and sleep, I don't mind."

".. I see."

Gloxinia felt a bit lonely during the nights, but the familiar feeling you'd bring him and the warmth felt good, it was like the sun. Your body wrapped on top of him like a blanket he's needed for a long time.

".. I trust you. I always have." His words were a bit of stutter, unsure if he actually believed himself. He hasn't been one to trust so easily in so long but.. he knows you. And that's what he liked about you.

No lies, just needed rest.

𝐆𝐞𝐫𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞

"You!" The counselor to the fairy kings, Gerheade, called out to you from afar. The weight of her body carried her through the air as she followed to where you are.

"So this is where you've gone. I thought I told you to stay away from the humans.." Gerheade spoke with a small sigh of disappointment, although not surprised by your disappearance.

"whoops, busted." You spoke to lighten the mood with a little laugh to yourself noticing her shake her head at you.

"how many times I have told you.." Gerheade muttered to herself while seeming upset.

Of course, Gerheade wasn't actually angry with you.. no, never. She was just protective over the fairies, and especially people she was most close with you. This included you. She didn't want to lose anyone important, not again.

"I can't help my curiosity, Gerheade, dear. I promise I'm being careful." You spoke with a small shrug, not seeming to mind your own sudden disappearances. You were never one to be able to sit still, wanting to see what was outside this forest and adventure.

She didn't say anything, it wasn't like she would change your mind so easily with another one of her own lectures.

"..it doesn't matter, as long as you're safe.. and you come back to me.." she'd speak, muttering the last part to mostly herself.

You couldn't help but smile at her; always finding the moments where she'd let her walls down so she could express herself emotionally and not think like a fairy in charge of others to protect...

"C'mon. I must've kept you waiting for a long time."

You'd speak to her while flying to a small safe haven for the two of you, she'd follow closely, wanting to keep an eye on you.

There were moments where it felt like she was taking care of you, but she didn't mind...

As you'd sit on the grass, your back against the giant roots that branched out of the ground, Gerheade would watch with a pretty smile. She did sometimes feel bad, like she was holding you back whenever you wanted to leave...

"so, what did you see out there?"

Gerheade would ask while sitting down beside you, watching you rest your head on her lap and listening to you tell your story...

It was all nice, listening and waiting before watching one another fall asleep with eachother.

[jinx-xxed]

hey love, I found your acc really randomly and I’m in love with your writings oml. If you feel comfortable with it, I want to request a commandmentleader!meliodas x goddess!Reader from 3000 years ago ( female or not idk) so reader basically is Elisabeth but with for example her actively fighting or something like that. ( I’m sorry if it’s not really detailed, englisch is not my first language.) 🤍

Heart of Battle

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A/N; Hello hello, thank you so much for the request!! I’m so sorry it’s taken me this long to get around to it omg 😭😭 I’m very glad you like my work and I hope you enjoy this one!! Also sorry if any plot points are wonky, it’s been a while since I’ve had a refresher 🫠

Summary; Taking matters into your own hands sometimes isn’t the best idea.

Content; Goddess reader, Stigma era Meliodas, first Holy War, angst to soft fluff, battle, blood and injury, protective Meliodas, you disobeying orders, fighting demons, Meliodas saves you, he cleans you up afterwards

Wc; 1.9k

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“Where is she?”

The flaps of the commanders tent open to reveal Meliodas, his brows scrunched with confusion as he peers around the space, clearly looking for someone. His great sword is still strapped to his back, fresh from a recent battle he won to the surprise of nobody. The three generals inside the tent—two humans and a fairy—are gathered around a map scattered with different little pieces to represent their armies and the ones of their enemies. They’re spread out in such a way that it’s hard to tell if one or the other has the upper hand.

“Who, sir?” One of the human generals asks.

The other smacks his breastplate, a knowing smirk on his face. “The goddess, obviously.”

Meliodas nods. “I’ve looked all over camp but I don’t see her. Do you know where she is?”

The fairy hums. “I think last I heard she was heading to some place in the west. Around here?” He floats down towards the map and puts his finger on a little village. One that’s completely surrounded by dark purple figures.

Meliodas feels something in his chest sink as he looks at that map. The area the fairy pointed to had been blocked off by Stigma troops because it became so overrun with demons that nobody was able to get in—it was too dangerous. He remembers how upset you’d been when the order to not go near the west had been announced earlier that day.

“There are still people there! People who need our help. I can do it, I can save them.” You had protested.

You’d been shot down instantly. Everyone told you it wasn’t worth the risk and that you’d die if you tried, including him. He’d made you promise you wouldn’t attempt anything before he left on a recon mission. You looked him in the eyes and told him what he wanted to hear; he should’ve known better than to trust your word. You’ve always been too kind, too willing to put others before yourself, and now you’ve done it again. Perhaps for the last time.

Fear surges up inside of Meliodas so fast he feels dizzy. He curses loudly before turning on his heel and running out of the tent. As soon as he’s outside, his wings of darkness are unfolding behind him and he’s blasting into the sky. He feels the worried gazes of comrades down below, wondering what sent him into such a frenzy, but he’s gone so quickly that no one can linger on it.

He’s never doubted your abilities, he knows how strong you are. But he also knows when and where to pick battles and he knows that this is far too much for you. The closer he gets, the more he can feel you, his second half. He can feel how much you’re struggling, how quickly your strength is diminishing. It makes him use his power to boost him forward, the wind blasting against his body.

He just hopes he’s not too late.

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Blood is sticky on your skin.

You have no idea what’s yours and what’s the demons’ anymore.

Massive, hulking bodies lay strewn all around you and yet when one goes down, it seems there’s two more to replace it. You don’t know how long you’ve been fighting for, your mind instead focused solely on the survivors that huddle in the safety of a small ditch behind you. There’s only four of them—a man, a woman, and two children. None of them are related but they’re the only ones who managed to survive the massacre that happened throughout the area.

You wish you could’ve gotten here sooner, that you could’ve done more. You wish Stigma would’ve been more generous with their troops instead of giving up immediately, deeming this spot unworthy of their help. You also wish you were stronger so that the endless onslaught of demons wasn’t so daunting and you weren’t on the brink of collapse.

You can’t even escape anymore, your wings long since cut and torn, blood turning the white feathers red. Your only choice now is to stay and fight until whatever bitter end is going to meet you and hope the demons will be too focused on your corpse to notice the survivors.

You explode a demon in a flash of golden light, sweeping an arc of power through another. Their roars are deafening against your ears, their steps thundering against the ground beneath you and making your already shaky stance even shakier.

You know you should’ve listened, everybody told you the risks weren’t worth it. But leaving innocent people to die at the hands of the demons without even trying to save them didn’t sit right with you. You’d only told a few when you left, word no doubt spreading quickly across the camp. You were gone by the time anyone could stop you, heading out entirely on your own on what many would call a suicide mission. Even Meliodas had told you to stay put earlier, giving you that stern look of his as he did.

You have no doubt that he’s angry at you and you wonder if he’s back from his own mission yet. If he’s learned of your fate.

You’re torn from your thoughts when one misstep puts you in the hands of a gray demon. You let out a choked yell as the thing roughly grabs you by your wings, bunching them together and crushing them further. You wriggle and squirm as you’re lifted higher and higher, your chest heaving with the effort and pain. You try so desperately to ignite your powers but all you get is a few golden sparks at your fingertips. You’ve used everything you have.

Tears mix with the blood and soot on your face, blurring your vision so you can barely even see the thing about to deliver your death. It stares at you curiously, its teeth clicking together at the prospect of a tasty meal. Some of the demons around it grumble and whine, wanting some for themselves. It’s like being dangled above a pit of hungry lions, all ready to tear you apart.

Just as the gray demon’s mouth opens, its attention shifts to something in the sky. There’s a surge of dark power so strong you can feel it in your core, the hair along your arms rising. Then, in the blink of an eye, the demon that holds you is split in half. It lets out a guttural, pitiful moan as it begins to fall, its clawed hand releasing you at last. You barely even register the fact that you’re falling, your consciousness hardly holding on from the pain drumming throughout your body. You just manage to see all the other demons around you suffer the same fate—a clean slash through their middles that sizzle afterwards with black fire.

You prepare for the ground to meet you, to obliterate the rest of your bones, but you fall into familiar, strong arms instead. You manage to blink through your tears and look up to see Meliodas, his green eyes full of concern while he takes in your sorry state. “Just in time, huh?” He says gently, a sort of sad expression on his face. You know how much he hates seeing you hurt, and how much he hates the fact you did this without him. He sighs. “We need to get out of here before the demons regroup.”

“Wait- the survivors-“ you choke out, no longer having the strength to do anything else.

Meliodas turns to look at the four peeking their heads out of the ditch who found safety in the fact that the roars of the demons have finally gone quiet. They seem wary of him when he walks up to them and he finds he has little patience when you’re actively dying in his arms. He bluntly tells them of a safe path to the east, one that will lead them to a camp that’s full of soldiers and other survivors. Once he at least makes sure they’re heading the right way, he jumps into the sky and begins his flight back to the Stigma base.

Meliodas holds you tightly while being careful of your multitude of injuries. His warmth is a welcome comfort, one that allows you to relax just the slightest bit.

As soon as he lands back in the Fairy Kings Forest, he’s demanding a healer and buckets of water. When people see your sorry state, they’re quick to listen. You’re brought to a quiet, secluded area lush with soft flower beds and shade provided by the trees, away from the hustle and bustle of the rest of the camp. Meliodas lays you down gently, your head propped up on his legs while a fellow goddess kneels down beside you. A soft golden glow emanates from her hands, spreading warmth throughout your body as her powers slowly but surely heal you.

Your breathing becomes easier, the massive gashes along your limbs steadily close. Meliodas tries to wipe off as much of the blood and grime as he can in the meantime, using gentle movements with a warm rag as you lay there. It’s all very peaceful, a needed respite after the hell you’d gone through.

You’re not sure how much time passes before the goddess is finished. You only notice when the hum of her powers disappears. “There, she should be fully healed. She’ll just need plenty of rest and nutrients in order to make a full recovery.”

“I’ll make sure it gets done. Thank you.” Meliodas replies with a nod. The goddess gives a small bow before taking her leave.

There’s an uneasy silence that stretches between the two of you, heavy with the words waiting to be said. You keep your eyes closed as if that will make it go away. You’re more than content with lying there in the flowers and forgetting how much of a failure you were today. But that’s not an option, of course.

“I told you not to go there.” Meliodas begins, his voice uneasy with his emotions. “Everyone knew it was too dangerous. Including you.”

You huff a breath through your nose, finally opening your eyes to meet his. “Mel… you know I couldn’t just leave it. We need to try and help everyone we can during this war or else there won’t be anything left.”

“That territory is basically like a dead zone because of how overrun it is. You were insane to go there alone for only four people.” He insists.

“Yes but that’s four people who will get to live another day, who may make the decision to join the cause and help us.” You retort. You take his calloused hand into yours, his thumb instantly rubbing along the back of your hand soothingly. “I know it was reckless of me and I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have worried everyone- worried you like that.”

He looks at you for a moment, tracing your features with his eyes. He sighs in defeat and you smile, knowing you’ve won. He leans down to kiss you, the messy blond strands of his hair tickling your face. The kiss is quick and sweet, simply a confirmation that you’re still here. He straightens himself and holds your cheeks lovingly in his hands. His head tilts. “Promise me next time you decide to do something so stupid you’ll bring me along?”

You laugh, taking one of his hands and bringing his knuckles to your lips. “I promise.”