#Nanatsu no Taizai meliodas

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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/��: 𝗵𝗲𝗿𝗲 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗴𝗼! 𝗶 𝗵𝗼𝗽𝗲 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗲𝗻𝗷𝗼𝘆 𝗵𝗲𝗵𝗲

𝙒𝙖𝙣𝙩 𝙩𝙤 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙 𝙢𝙤𝙧𝙚? ⇒ 𝙈𝙖𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙡𝙞𝙨𝙩

𝙟𝙤𝙞𝙣 𝙢𝙮 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

[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.”

[hopefully-helpful-daemon]

A King who spends hours cleaning the blood off of Helbram's body.

A King who was still making him presentable when Meliodas and the other Knights came.

A King who Meliodas let bury the body before taking him in.

A King who was jailed with blood on his fingers.

A Meliodas who recognizes the desperation in King when he first saw him.

A Meliodas who understands the pain losing a loved one and wants to do what he can to help.

A Meliodas who for years would think of the fairy with red under his nails.

A King who gets flashbacks when blood is on his hands, and a Meliodas who always goes out of his way to help him clean them.

[datlokibumtho]

Gloxinia: “I don’t want to have fun with the big boys.”

Meliodas: “Your taste in significant others says otherwise, buddy.”

[thatnerdontheinternet]

What can i do for you

What if Ban had actually killed Meliodas

read on archives of our own:

What I can do for you - Chapter 1 - Istara765 - 七つの大罪 - 鈴木央 | Nanatsu no Taizai | The Seven Deadly Sins - Suzuki Nakaba (Anime & Manga) [Archive of Our Own]

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chapter 1

Wrath vs greed

Meliodas had his back to Ban, that was his second mistake. He was headed out, to save a life. The exact opposite of what Ban was planning to do, but when Ban thought back to the sweet smell of flowers and blond hair wavering in the wind, it didn’t feel all that different.

Ban took a deep breath and just like that he held the captain’s heart in his hand. Maybe if Ban had gotten an education, he could appreciate the symbolism, but it was the captain’s tragedy that he grew up a thief not a poet.

It was as time had slowed. Ban held his breath as the captain turned around. Any second now he would die, fall over. But he never did. Relief flooded Bans system sweeter than any alcohol he had ever tasted. Wait why was he relieved this meant that the captain was a monster, a demon. He probably played a part in Elaine’s death to.

“What you do that for! Didn’t you just say he was your best friend?” The pig shouted. And just like that the spell was broken.

“I could never be friends with a monster” Ban spat the lie out, feeling like venom on his tongue. To prove the point, he cleansed his hand destroying his best friends the demon’s heart.

Meliodas spat out blood jet it was Ban that felt like his heart had just been destroyed.

“You know it’s not nice to attack an old friend from behind.”’ He was wearing his normal easy-going smile, you needed a trained eye to see that it was slightly stained, but Ban saw it, he is was after all the captains best friend.

“Shout up, don’t you get it I’m not your friend!!!”, a storm was blazing inside Ban, maybe that was why he did what he did next.

He charged. In his mind he didn’t see the small child like person, who always wore an easy smile, who cocked horrid food, who had taken Ban in when no one else would, who always looked at Ban with trust and love, who gave Ban a reason to live. It wasn’t his best friend he was killing, instead it was an enormous monstrous red demon who had stolen everything Ban cared about. He saw all the people who had spit on him and beaten him back in Raven, he saw his own “dad” and “mom” that had treated him no better than trash. he briefly wondered what they would think of him now. He then saw the only real parental figure he had ever known who had made him feel safe, warm, and wanted just to leave him. Shamefully he briefly saw the love of his life, who instead of letting him die, gave up her own life because she trusted and loved him more then he deserved. Lastly, he just saw himself.

Distantly he could hear someone scream, as he felt the captain’s darkness make a last-ditch attempt to save the host. Still the storm razed on consuming Ban. Until it stopped.

Everything stopped, leaving only silence.

Ban briefly thought back to a certain destroyed forest that hunted his dreams. Still, he knew this was completely different; now he was the monster, and the light of his life wasn’t dead…

At least until he looked down…

What felt like an eternity went before Ban dared look down.

It wasn’t the bloody torn apart body that made him lose his dinner, no it was something worse. The captain, his best friend was smiling. Even now he still looked at Ban with kindness, if Ban hadn’t lost the ability to speak, he would have laughed; loke at what all that kindness and trust had gotten him. That had been Meliodas’s first mistake; believing people could change. Ban felt empty. briefly he grieved that he would never again taste Meliodas’s terrible food.

He turned back to the body of his best friend, and started arranging it in a way that could almost fool you into thinking the blond man was just sleeping, that was of course if you ignored the gaping hole in his stomach. Although a battel was still raging in the distance, Ban’s world had gone quiet. Even master had stopped his everlasting marry chatter. Ban doubted that he would ever hear it again. Something wet hit his hand, it was probably raining.

After that Ban did the only thing, he could, and left his victim to safe the princess in the end that was all he could do for his late best friend.

[israelreiss]

PERSONAGENS PARECIDOS - PT 8 (Animes) Meliodas e Asta

[mangopp]

hhaha

[dynamyte16]

Elizabeth and her tiny husband 🩷

[hazuxia]

THEM 💞💞💞

[keewu]

[librathefangirl]

HAPPY FATHER'S DAY TO THE DEMON BROS (and a big fuck you to the demon king)

[kalapenopeppers]

old meliodas sketch collection 1 (2) (3)

[meliodasuke]

[hopefully-helpful-daemon]

Meliodas: If you kill me, my teeth only have a 2% drop rate.

Ban: What.

Meliodas: Good luck.

[nunnimushka]

Redraw my cuties from manga🤲

[thatnerdontheinternet]

https://archiveofourown.org/works/54771181/chapters/138914833#workskin

Chapter 2

The aftermath

Much later in a happier future Ban would struggle to remember what happened following the captains’ death. He vaguely remembers rushing to save an already injured princess. He probably killed Hendrikson. The captain would have spared him. Unfortunately for Hendrickson, the captain was dead.

What Ban did remember, would never forget, was the princess’s scream when she found the captain. After the battel she searched for the captain. Little did she know that her lovers murder was walking right behind her. At last, she found him covered by the rubble from the destroyed city. Ban had definitely done a terrible job making the captain look peaceful, his corpse looked downright scary. That didn’t stop the princess from walking slowly toward the body and holding it. “Hey there, you are, I was looking for you” she whispered softly to the lifeless figure, while she brushed his cheek. And then it was as if a dam broke, as she slowly realized the horror. The scream was loud and filled with pain. Ban wanted to scream too, but not a single sound made it past his lips. That was probably for the better. Ban didn’t deserve any kind of relief.

If Ban’ memories of the aftermath of the battel felt hazy it was nothing compared to the week that followed. Which in hindsight wasn’t all that strange considering he spend the time drunk out of his mind. If Ban hadn’t drunk his ability to think ore even perceive away, he might have noticed, the constantly changing faces coming to the Boar hat to pay respect to Liones’s late hero. The famous tavern normally filled with laughter, joy and the occasional sound of some unlucky person throwing the captains “food” up, was now in a somber mood. Alle the otherwise lively sins were confused, sad but most of all angry at the captain’s murder, Hendrikson. Nobody could ever imagine the captain’s best friend, who had taken his death the hardest, was also his murderer. Well 2 people knew; firstly, master who was there, but for some reason had chosen not to say anything, although he also hadn’t said a word or even been near Ban since the killing. The other person was Gowther, his reason for not telling was quite simply that no one had asked him. Besides he found this to be a quite enticing development to the captains and Bans friendship, he should probably research that love thing a bit more. Luckily, he had found just the right person to help him.

The captain himself ore more accurate his body, had been placed in his and the princess shared bedroom. Were the princess had done one hell of a better job making it look like he was just sleeping.

Ban couldn’t stand it.

He couldn’t stand all the people who were somehow affected by his shitty decision, he couldn’t stand how kindly they all treated their beloved friend’s murderer, but most of all he couldn’t stand seeing him. He had only seen his best friend’s body once after the princess found him. Feelings of guild now constantly loomed over him, only slightly bettered by the constant flow of sweet mind-numbing liquor. It was just too much. Ban emptied another glass.

Ban waited till the dead of night when most of the sins were sleeping. Ban envied that they still had that ability. Then he started a little night trip towards a certain horn. The truth was that Ban had started the trip every night, and every night he had returned empty handed back to the tavern as terror had gripped him. Terror at the mere possibility that his best friend had died for nothing, that he would never see his beloved fairy again ore Meliodas. Ban wouldn’t know how to deal. Hell, he couldn’t even deal now, and he had chosen this. Another thing that always stopped Ban from finishing his trip was, ironically the thought of seeing Elain again. Although he over the last 12 years had spent every waking and sleeping moment fantasizing about her return, he now felt unprepared. Unprepared for the look of discussed when she realised just what her life had cost, just what kind of person Ban really was. Regrettably that couldn’t be helped. Bam found that he had finally managed to reach the cursed horn. With the power of a nearly deadly alcohol blood ratio, Ban stepped forward.