#gowther x you

[7dstrashsammy]

(Y/n), struggling to keep upright in their 1 inch heels: Yeah, I-I don’t really think heels are for me Gowther, pointing at them and walking flawlessly in sparkly golden 6 inch heels: WEAK.

[justyouraverageotaku]

Sharing Session

Mael x Fem!Reader

Request via anon

Content Warnings: unrequited love, previous fighting mentioned, drinking, kissing, spoilers for season 3 events

You glanced in the direction of Ban and Elaine before turning your attention back to your drink. Tiny droplets of red wine clung to the rim of the glass and you focused on them trying to ignore the familiar ache in your chest. He was happy, that’s all you wanted right? Even so you couldn’t ignore the burning as you heard him laugh his wonderful laugh. He sat so happily next to her and she sat next to him just as joyfully. You had loved him for so long and yet he only had eyes for Elaine…

Your thoughts were interrupted when someone sat in the chair next to you. Assuming it was Diane or perhaps even Gowther you forced a smile and looked over at the person next to you. You were caught off guard to see fluffy white wings, wavy silvery-white hair, and blue eyes- Mael. “Mind if I sit here for a little while?” he asked. “Go ahead,” you replied, glancing over at Ban and Elaine again subconsciously before turning your attention back to your drink. “Hey y/n?” Mael said. You hummed in response. “I’m really sorry. I know that doesn’t fix anything, but I truly am. I’m sorry for hurting you, and your friends, and countless others.” You looked at him and his eyes spoke nothing but true genuine remorse for his actions, he truly regretted everything that had happened.

“Everything is fixed now Mael, you do know that right?” you found yourself saying. He looked at you so you continued, “the Demon King is dead now and you're you again.” You paused for a moment. “Mael, Estarossa wasn’t you at all. You may have been him but he was never you. Everything was the result of magic, you truly aren’t that person.” After that you both sat in silence a bit before light-hearted and friendly conversation began between the two of you. Still you couldn’t help the occasional glance at Ban and Elaine’s table. You watched Ban and the fairy get steadily drunker and more giggly. Your glances however did not go unnoticed by Mael.

“Why do you keep looking over there,” he asked in an oddly soft and slightly curious tone. He had a slight suspicion as he recognized the look on your face, but he didn’t want to assume things. You tore your eyes away from Ban and Elaine and looked at him. Everyone had seen how he acted towards Elizabeth the day you all fought, and even though you didn’t know the full story it was obvious he had fallen for her and she for someone else. Maybe it was the fact you were slightly tipsy or the fact he had asked so tenderly and with such knowing curiosity, or maybe it was the fact you felt he could relate, regardless you found yourself opening your mouth. “Well it’s sort of a long story…”

After you said that he suggested that perhaps you guys should leave the room to avoid being overheard. So you ended up in a vacant room of the Boar Hat sitting across from each other, both of you in separate plush chairs. You sat in silence for a while, him waiting patiently as you thought over what you could say. He didn’t pressure you to start talking, just looked at you with a soft look. You found yourself telling him everything. How you and Ban grew up together, how you came to love him, and how painful it was that he didn’t love you the same way. He listened, giving you his full attention without a single ounce of judgment passing over his features. You didn’t notice the tears falling softly down your cheeks until he was out of his chair, his sleeve was over his hand and carefully wiping your face.

When you finished speaking and the tears had stopped falling so heavily you looked at him. You didn’t see pity but understanding, which helped you feel a little better. You found yourself asking about Elizabeth without thinking. To your surprise he began to share his story. He told you about how he had been treated, how Elizabeth had been different, how badly it hurt when he saw she loved Meliodas. Unchecked tears fell down his face and you found your sleeve over your hand this time. By the time he had finished you realized how alike your stories were and how alike your suffering was. You both comforted each other in a way that no other person could offer; by truly, and completely, understanding. You ended up hugging each other in the center of the room. It was a warm and firm hug like you were each trying to hold each other together. When you pulled apart you found that you felt a little more whole again. Looking at him you could tell he felt the same way. You found yourself thinking that perhaps you had found yourself a new friend.

A couple days later he came to visit again. You chatted more light heartedly than the other day and you found out that he was strangely good at making you laugh. Eventually you were visiting each other almost everyday. Sometimes you’d drink with the sins, go for walks, or play games. Other times when one (or both) of you were upset you would comfort each other. You found over time the Ban and Elaine situation hurt less, but you couldn’t pinpoint why. Well until one day. You and Mael were sitting on the bed in your room. You were mostly just chatting happily and chilling. Eventually Mael started telling you about a book he happened to come across the other day. You had learned at some point that he was an avid reader, as well as someone who enjoyed art. While he was telling you about the book you found yourself watching him more intently than usual. His face held the same gentle expression as always, his eyes were nearly shining (although perhaps it was the lighting), and he wore a calm smile that you had come to love. Love. That was why the Ban and Elaine situation had hurt a little less. You had fallen in love again, but this time with Mael.

You continued to hang out with him normally. However, today Mael had seemed strangely anxious when he asked if you wanted to stargaze tonight. Perhaps he was worried about a mission or something. You resolved to ask him about it later. But now was later, and Mael had taken you to a spot on a hill where the stars seemed infinite in all directions. He still seemed nervous, even as he began to point out constellations to you. You waited until he took a breath to ask him about it. “Hey Mael?” “Yes, y/n?” “What’s got you so edgy?” To your surprise he looked away. He told you everything and you told him everything, so it was weird for him to be so avoidant. You were about to reassure him that he didn’t have to tell you if he didn’t want to when he spoke up. “Actually, I called you to ask you something.” You couldn’t see that his cheeks were tinted pink in the dark and for that he was glad. “Go ahead,” you replied softly, worried about his earlier evasion. He mumbled something too low for you to understand. You hummed in a way you did when asking someone to speak up. He finally looked at you and only then did you see his blush in the reflection of the stars and the way his eyes shone with adoration, “I’ve fallen in love with you,” he repeated gently. A whirlwind of emotions hit you at once. Comfort, relief, and happiness. “I am in love with you Mael,” you replied.

Once you gave him permission he pulled you into his arms like you were the most beautiful and delicate thing in the world. He littered you in praise, soft kisses to your hair, and whispered “I love you”s for a while; then everything fell to a peaceful calm. You both watched the stars holding each other tightly to reassure yourselves that this wasn’t a dream and that the other was really there. Many happy tears were shed by both of you. You had found in each other something both of you thought you may never get: unconditional mutual love.

[cottoncandy-cult]

Artistic Temptation

Ban x Reader

(Y/N) was in the kitchen with Ban as he prepared several orders, that night was a busy night at the boar's hat as they had once again moved to a new area. She wasn't a server but rather she did the dishes, needless to say she spent a lot of time with the silver haired man. But yet they rarely ever spoke, both usually engrossed in their work. Even outside of the kitchen, the only ones she actually spoke to were Meliodas and King. She and the other girls were just too different to actually hang out, she was a tomboy and a drinker who was just too quiet. When they weren't working, she was usually sitting in a back corner table and drinking while she worked on her art. She had a book that she drew in, having a photographic memory made things easier for her to fill the pages. She had even drawn the sins, not that she told any of them. Gowther knew but is that really a surprise? "Hey (Y/N), Elizabeth isn't feeling well. Can you take over for her?" The captain of the sins peeked his little blonde head in, giving her a smile that she just couldn't say no to. "Sure thing, be right out." She called to him with a soft smile, quickly trying to untie her apron.

At least until she realized she tied it weird and couldn't see what she was doing, blushing deeply she turned to Ban who was taking a short break. "Uh... Ban... Can you help me?" Her blush darkened as he looked up at him, that sexy smirk dancing across his face. "Sure, what do you need?" He spoke with a slight drawl, approaching her as she turned her back and looked over her shoulder. "Can you untie me; I can't see what I'm doing." Her cheeks were cherry red as he stepped up behind her, she could feel his warm hands brushing against her exposed skin thanks to her uniform. She tensed a little when feeling his hand brush against her butt, then she felt the apron come undone while he stepped back and chuckled. "There you go." She quickly removed her apron and tossed it over a nearby chair, mumbling a sweet but shy thank you before she rushed out without seeing the blush on thief's cheeks. He had touched her bum on purpose out of impulse, mostly because it just looked so soft, and he had to see for himself.

After they closed up (Y/N) was beat, her feet ached alongside her back as she took a seat at the now empty bar and laid her head down. Though she glanced up when hearing the stool to her right move and the sound of something being sat in front of her, when (E/c) eyes looked up all she initially saw was a mug of beer and when she glanced to the right, she spotted a grinning silver fox. "You look like you could use a drink." He shrugged his broad shoulders and leaned forward onto the bar before he began sipping his beer, she felt a smile creep across her face and slowly sat up beginning to drink the beer put in front of her. "Thanks... There's a reason I prefer the kitchen over working out here on the floor." She giggled and the angelic sound made him chuckle a bit, while nodding his head he spoke up. "I know what you mean, I don't care much for working with customers."

That night was 2 weeks ago, the two had spent all night drinking and talking about anything that came to mind. He actually helped pull her from her shell, something that made the others happy as well. Currently they had stopped in some kind of forest, taking a break from traveling and working. There was a town about 20 minutes away by foot and Elizabeth had gone with Meliodas into town to gather some supplies. It wasn't clear what the others were doing, but (Y/N) was settled under a tree and began drawing in her book. She had been drawing a picture of Ban, King had once told her of the days that he had his long hair, and it made her curious. She had never tried drawing anyone or anything without it being something from memory, at least not since she was a kid. She was just finishing up when a voice startled her, luckily it wasn't enough to make her mess up the image. "What're ya drawing?"

She easily recognized this cheeky tone as Ban's voice, making her blush darkly and quickly move to shut her book. "Nothing really... Just... Doodling..." Her voice was soft and shy as she suddenly felt like a bunny under his crimson gaze, Ban's smirk growing as he hopped on top of her. His fingers glided over her sides, her beautiful laughter escaping as she squirmed and tried to push him away with one arm while holding the book up with the other. Unfortunately for her she ended up tossing her sketch book to the side, though she was too busy trying to escape from his tickles to notice. That was when he had quickly jumped up, taking advantage of her panting tired out form, he quickly grabbed her sketch book. When she noticed she quickly tried to grab it, but he held it up, making her hop but even then, she still couldn't reach it.

"Come on (Y/N), let me have a look. You know I won't judge you." His smirk turned into a sweet smile, making her blush and step back. She looked away before nodding her head softly, making him pat her hair gently before he began looking over all of her drawings. His grin was growing, he was amazed at this secret talent of hers. He realized that despite all the talking they've done lately he knows nothing about her really, she was an enigma to him, and it was weirdly attractive to the albino male. "Wow... Why didn't you tell me you could do this?" His words came out soft but deep, making her cheeks a crimson color. "I feel like it might creep people out because I draw them..."

His chuckle made her heart flutter as he looked at her, his eyes seemed so soft and sweet. "I'm sure the others wouldn't care, especially with how awesome you've made us look... Your drawings are almost as beautiful as you..." His words caught her off guard, but before she could say anything he had planted his warm lips against hers. She was shocked at first, but quickly began to kiss back. Her arms wrapped around his neck, and his curled around her waist. It was pure bliss for her, being in his arms made her feel warm and safe. When the kiss broke, she gazed up at him with glossy (E/c) eyes, giving him a sweet smile. "Seems there's truly nothing you can't steal." Her voice was sweet, she took his hand and placed it over her heart. The silver haired man simply smiled and leaned his forehead on hers, slowly swaying with her in his arms. "I love you (Y/N)... No one will ever steal you from me..."

[caram3lla]

I just couldnt merge the two series so I made separate ones. To be fair, I haven’t really read 4koa so my opinion may be misguided but whatever (and I also haven’t watched 7ds in a while also, so…) PLEASE hear me out anyway😭🙏

I don’t have much to say about favorite character, I’m literally in love with Howzer and I’ve never loved a character as much as him. for Chion, he’s just an asshole and that’s enough for me. He has a lot of potential as a character and I’m really excited for him in the series, I would not be his friend IRL though because he would literally be the worst person to be around. And you know what, everyone can hate him but I will always appreciate him😚💖Gilthunder, Diane and Donny are runner ups for fav character!

To be honest, I don’t TOTALLY dislike Ban but…idk. I don’t like him very much, but not only for the very obvious Elaine related reasons. Something he did at the beginning of 7ds kinda stuck with me, when he tried to kill Meliodas to get Elaine back. I guess it’s supposed to be, like, heartbreaking that he wants his woman back so bad he’d kill his best friend???? Mid battle???? Like girl this is not about you rn😭 Idk if my friend tried to kill me to get her boyfriend back, I think I’d have to kill her idk that’s just me😭 and I’m really sorry to the Ban fans because I know he’s a good character and I get that he becomes a better friend later, that scene just stuck with me though

I feel like this might not be a super unpopular opinion but I didn’t really like Escanor at first. Ig I just didn’t really care about him. I like his night time self, he’s very sweet and dorky. The thing I like about SUPER confident and cocky characters is them getting taken down a notch, which he was, twice, so it’s fine. For Tristan, I’m so sorry but I really didn’t care for him at all😭 Before I read most of the scenes with him in it, I thought he was SOOOO bland and boring. Like, he was just nice, and loved, and that’s it. He seems like a character that thinks everything is his fault, which isnt a problem with him or his character, I just don’t really like characters like that. I like that he looks more like Elizabeth, I think that’s nice. Anyway I like him now and I think he’s more complex than I thought before!

I dislike Guinevere for the obvious reasons that everyone hates her for so I don’t have much to say😭I guess to cover the least favorite ship category, I don’t like her and Lancelot together and that one scene was super weird. I like her design tbh, she’s super cute, but yeah…

I honestly don’t dislike Veronica, I just like her design more than her herself😭She’s super caring and sweet, and loyal, just very abrasive sometimes. When she interacts with people and her family especially, you can tell that she really cares, even if she’s kinda mean. Anyway I love da bob and her dress, it’s very cute😌 on the flip side, I like Tioreh herself WAY more than her design. I honestly cannot pin down what I don’t like about her design, I just really really don’t like it😭 I’m sorryyyyyy

For the fav ships, I don’t have too much explaining to do (I’m gonna keep saying that and I’m lying every single time). For Gilthunder x Howzer, I just really love the friends to lovers trope. Although a One-sided! Howzer x Gilthunder is probably more realistic. Anyway I love their friendship as it is :) To be honest I never liked rivals to lovers until this Chion x Donny phase I have going on right now, I have no explanation for this I just think they’re cute.

Elizabeth is super sweet, and honestly I don’t mind her voice, she is such a caring friend. Jade is just like, the most normal character I think ever so I would be his friends irl, probably😭

I would NOT be friends with Gowther, I feel like he would expose me so often, and like, one of my biggest fears is that someone is reading my mind, so he’s literally my nightmare, and I don’t wanna know him😭

Anyway I’m done yapping now, thank you for reading this if your at this point lol

[maelswife]

evily rubs my hands. what do YOU think about king x gowther?

Already knew what oomf was gonna ask...

I genuinely don't have much to say as my personal opinion for this one (*_*; (sorry oomf.. but don't get me wrong ok I still like it)

I think season 3 works the best for them, with Gowther's emotions coming back and King and Diane being the ones to help him progress forward. (I didn't just say this because I don't remember stuff from s1, no, of course not.. ). Also, I personally don't see this ship after season 3.

....and.....may I just say that.... adding Diane and making a poly works better for me...

I MEAN, listen. King has always been so enamored with her. It just makes sense to me that Diane would be included in this relationship, especially after the first Holy War memories thing. (@￣□￣@;)！！

Sooo.... yeah. I also think that, their dynamic would be more playful rather than fluffy or anything else. ♪v(*'-^*)^☆

[cupidthewriter]

Opal: The Virtue of Chastity (NNT OC Breakdown)

Buckle up, this’ll be a LONG ONE!

💞🕊️

Opal is the Dove virtue of Chastity. She was created by a goddess race builder, Araceli (an OC), who wished to create life. She is the third member of the virtues to join up and is the oldest virtue. She is possibly the most powerful. 

Opal is over 3,000 years old, created during the Holy War as a prototype. She is a puppet.

Her builder was heavily inspired by Gowther’s doll and tried to steal his ideas. This means some of her abilities are similar to Gowther’s, such as her ability to shape shift. 

Out of Selflessness, and his own wish for freedom, Gowther gifted her sentience and urged her to escape the Stigma base and the battlegrounds.

For 3,000 years she traveled the continent, learning about humans and protecting the human towns from whatever threatened them.

She was still doing this during the Second Holy War, and participated in Gloxinia and Drole’s fighting festival.  

Recent concept art

She meets Princess Violet after booking a room at the Boar Hat tavern. Meliodas recognizes her energy as Goddess magic, and invites her to the castle to see Elizabeth.   

She has good relationships with her teammates, particularly Emerel, because of his scientific mind. She and Violet become very close friends.

Araceli modeled her after Nerobasta, who she saw often. Opal’s current day appearance is inspired by the castle paintings, one being Nadja’s.  

Opal adores feminine things. She will show up to battle in petticoats and heels and be just fine, because she’s that good.  

She has a strong desire for companionship. Araceli was a lonely builder, and it was passed onto her creation.  

Opal is a hopeless romantic but has never had a partner because she’s afraid of losing someone. No one lives long enough for her to live happily ever after.

Recent Concept art

She has a baseline power level of 6,000 because she was created with the intent of fighting lower-level demons that the Goddess race didn’t want to bother with. However, over the last 3,000 years, that has nearly doubled.

Her magic is all defensive, but can be repurposed into offensive with strategy.

Bubble: encases herself and others into a pearly white bubble. It only needs to be cast once, and doesn’t require effort to keep it stable. When she's done, she can pop it.

Dome: a dome of varying sizes that keeps everything in or out— it is a physical, glassy barrier. Being hit only makes it thicken. The only way to beat it is to hit as hard as you can the moment it appears.

Shield: A solid disc she can use as a shield. She can also summon a bunch of smaller discs and throw them at the enemy.

Despite her sentience, she can still be used as a puppet. If someone knows the magic phrase, Opal becomes a vessel for that person to use their own powers through her. Her body was built to withstand goddess magic, so she’d hold up well. She is careful not to let others know this phrase.

More refined concept art

She earned the Virtue of Chastity for her efforts to protect human lives. “For protecting innocent lives from corruption, leaving their lands pure and untouched.” She was given a dove tattoo on her forearm.

She does have a love interest who belongs to a friend of mine— he is a Zeldris x Gelda child. They’d be very slow burn. His name is Stephan.

Her arc would probably be learning how to let people in, because she’s afraid of caring about people too much. There would also be an arc about her past and meeting Gowther again for the first time in 3,000 years, which might be big for her.

The Masterlist contains links to the other virtues!

[yume-tsuki]

Sketchis from March till now :)

first picture of some sketch from March

first is Bedivere attacking Percival from behind, he loves to play fight with him a lot on the right is Bedivere sipping his first beer with his master Nanashi; he is not sure if he already likes it XD and on the bottom are Lilia and Belte, she made an apple cake for him (his ears look so cute here x3

second picture I was a bit sick the past days and drunk lots of tea in our new tea pot, and well it's half glass(like Mordred's here) so why not doodling it as a fortune telling cristall Hellen thinks he had way to much tea.... the thing on the right is his sacret treasure alias a demon from the purgatory on the bottom left is Lohengrin escaping into the wild, while Percival tries to 'tame' his daughter well, she is a wild child like her mother.. on the right is King taking care of sick Myrtle,( poor baby, I love him so )

third picture this shows the first chapter I wrote of my next-gen-au Eight Guards of the Abyss The chapter will be shown in Arc3 but it was the first I wrote back then. Well it shows the enemy kidnapping little Mordred right infront of Arthur (I doodled him twice with beared and without what do you say?

I like both, the second makes him look even older, but I'l stick with the one aboth for the story I think Well, why the bottom left Arthur lays on the ground is, because of Mordred's powerfull magic,it let other be catched in his world(like Gowther) the woman,who's name will be shown soon*,gave him a drug to see what magic he owns. The drug powers up magic.

she was quite surprised that even Arthur was caught into it. but well he had a weak moment

I'll try publishing all week again :) for now at last. the pictures could be quite complicated to draw for Arc3

Wel I hope you enjoy my story so far x) I do enjoy writing+illustrating it I always wanted this and now I'm happy that I can do so

[dykeobsidianblock]

Characters I personally write for

These are the characters I personally write for, if you don't see a character on this list than it means I either dont write for them or forgot to add them to this list. If youre unsure than ask whether or I write for them

Red means I only write romantic x reader for them, Blue means I only write platonic/familial x reader for them, Green means I only write sexual x reader for them and Pink means I write romantic, sexual and platonic/familial x reader for them

Under the cut since it ended up getting longer than I expected

The Arcana:

Lucio

Muriel

Portia

Nadia

Volta

Vlastomil

Nafizah

Nahara

Natiqa

The Muppets*

The Electric Mayhem (Dr Teeth, Lips, Floyd Pepper, Janice, Zoot and Animal)

Walter

Miss Piggy

Denise

Constantine

Rowlf

Clifford

*I only write for human versions of the Muppets

Empires SMP (Both s1 and s2):

Scott

Jimmy

Pixl

Lizzie

Pearl

Katherine

Shubble

Gem

Sausage

Oli

False

Joey

Life Series:

Grian

Scar

Bigb

Ren

Jimmy

Mumbo

Lizzie

Cleo

Martyn

Pearl

Scott

Impulse

Tango

Origins SMP:

Scott

Sparklez

Create SMP:

Keralis

Scar

Tango

Zedaph

Witchcraft SMP:

Joey

Scott

Cleo

Shubble

Hermitcraft:

Grian

Scar

Mumbo

Xisuma

Keralis

Ren

Renbob

Hypno

Doc

Gem

Wels

False

Stress

Pearl

Cleo

Zedaph

Wormman

Impulse

Tango

Pirates SMP:

Sausage

Martyn

Oli

Pokemon:

Champion Cynthia

Elite 4 Hassel

Champion Alder

Commander Kamado

Team Rocket Jessie

Team Rocket James

Trial Captain Kiawe

Team Aqua Archie

Team Magma Maxie

Professor Kukui

Champion Steven Stone

Gym Leader Iono

Gym Leader Kofu

Gym Leader Katy

Gym Leader Lt. Surge

Professor Birch

Professor Rowan

Subway Master Ingo

Subway Master Emmett

Elite 4 Marshal

Elite 4 Siebold

Elite 4 Drasna

Elite 4 Malva

Elite 4 Wikstrom

Champion Diantha

Gym Leader Wulfric

Aether Foundation Wicke

Team Skull Guzma

Ultra Recon Dulse

Ultra Recon Zossie

Gym Leader Milo

Champion Leon

Gym Leader Raihan

Gym Leader Melony

(Former) Champion Peony

Gym Leader Nessa

Gym Leader Kabu

Galaxy Clan Cyllene

Professor Laventon

Diamond Clan Iscan

Diamond Clan Adaman

Pearl Clan Palina

Rival Arven

Rival Nemona

Gym Leader Ryme

Teacher Tyme

Professor Sada

Teacher Raifort

Teacher Saguaro

Stardew Valley:

Elliott

Clint

Gunther

M. Rasmodius

Marnie

Haley

Maru

Demetrius

Leah

Seven Deadly Sins:

King

Diane

Escanor

Gilthunder

Howzer

Gowther

Jericho

Guila

Griamore

Naruto:

Kakashi

Sakura

Naruto

Sasuke

Gai

Rock Lee

Tenten

Kankuro

Choji

Obey Me:

Asmodeus

Lucifer

Leviathan

Luke

Simeon

Diavolo

Beelzebub

Barbatos

[goat-sin-of-lust]

gowther my good friend gowther do you know if there's any way to play hit game persona 5 x just curious and just wondering 🫶

THE KOREAN VERSIONS ON QOOAPP!! AND SINCE THERES A JAPANESE ONE CONFIRMED U COULD PLAY THAT TOO

[animanga-stuff]

Welcome to animanga stuff!

As you can probably tell this is just a blog where I post either my favorite characters or other people's favorites to avoid clogging up my main!

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Character List:

these are characters I've already posted though if you want something more specific with any of them, please feel free to let me know

There Is Also a Hole in the Student Organization:

Otori Tan

Black Butler:

Ciel Phantomhive

Grell Sutcliff

Real!Ciel Phantomhive

Alois Trancy

Joanne Harcourt

McMillan

Elizabeth "Lizzy" Midford

(Early seasons) Ciel Phantomhive

(S4) Ciel Phantomhive

Tokyo Ghoul:

Juuzou Suzuya

Pretty Cure:

Cure Wing

Cure Wonderful

Assassination Classroom:

Nagisa Shiota

Bleach:

Giselle Gewelle

Meninas McAllon

Liltotto Lamperd

Tōshirō Hitsugaya

Bambietta Basterbine

The Elusive Samurai:

Fubuki

Hojo Tokiyuki

Mochizuki Ayako

Suwa Yorishige

Nezu Kojirou

Shizuku

Kazama Genba

Suwa Yoritsugu

Demon Slayer:

Zenitsu Agatsuma

Muichiro Tokito

Tanjiro Kamado

Obanai Iguro

Mitsuri Kanroji

Zohakuten

Inosuke Hashibira

Re: Zero:

Ferris Argyle

Hell's Paradise:

Gabimaru

Make the Exorcist Fall in Love:

Leah

Wonder Egg Priority:

Kaoru Kurita

The Case Study of Vanitas:

Mikhail

Cardcaptor Sakura:

Syaoran Li

My Hero Academia:

Aoyama Yuuga

Shigaraki Tomura

Soul Eater:

Crona

Death the Kid

Reincarnated Into Demon King Evelogia's World:

Odigos

Miss Kobayashi's Dragon Maid:

Shouta Magatsuchi

Ouran High School Host Club:

Honey Senpai

Haruhi Fujioka

Dr Stone:

Gen Asagiri

Senku Ishigami

My Deer Friend Nokotan:

Noko Shikanoko

Komi Can't Communicate:

Osana Najimi

Stranger By The Shore:

Mio Chibana

Shun Hashimoto

Chainsaw Man:

Kobeni Higashiyama

One Piece:

Yamato

Spy x Family:

Damian Desmond

Toilet Bound Hanako-Kun:

Mitsuba Sousuke

Hanako-Kun

Blue Lock:

Bachira Meguru

Jujutsu Kaisen:

Yuta Okkotsu

The Disastrous Life Of Saiki k:

Kusuo Saiki

Kuriko Saiki

Sailor Moon:

Sailor Moon

Delicious In Dungeon:

Thistle

Marcille Donato

Mithrun

Lycion

The 100 Girlfriends Who Really, Really, Really, Really, Really Love You:

Rentarou Aijou

Kursuri Yakuzen

Karane Idna

Shizuka Yoshimoto

Seraph Of The End:

Mikaela Hyakuya

Asuramaru

Chobits:

Chii

DARLING in the FRANXX:

Nine Alpha

Made In Abyss:

Nanachi

Welcome to Demon School! Iruma-kun:

Iruma Suzuki

Asmodeus Alice

Clara Valac

Hunter x Hunter:

Kurapika

I Was Reincarnated as the 7th Prince so I Can Take My Time Perfecting My Magical Ability:

Lloyd de Saloum

Ren

Tao

(manga) Lloyd de Saloum

Zombie Land Saga:

Lily Hoshikawa

Kyo Kara Maoh!:

Wolfram von Bielefelt

Genshin Impact:

Venti

Princess Jellyfish:

Kuranosuke Koibuchi

Seven Deadly Sins:

Gowther

That time I Got Reincarnated as a Slime:

Rimuru Tempest

Death Note:

Near

L Lawliet

Angels of Death:

Eddie Mason

Tying the Knot with an Amagami Sister:

Asahi Amagami

Ensemble Stars:

Tori Himemiya

Bungou Stray Dogs:

Chuuya Nakahara

Little Witch Academia:

Sucy Manbavaran

Twisted Wonderland:

Riddle Rosehearts

Epel Felmier

[spacehostilityy]

Part 3 of my nnt rewatch ep 13-18

I'm trying to watch it in latam Spanish but I just rlly love the English voice cast >:( I'm doing it for most scenes anyway tho🤪 I do love español!Elizabeth's voice tho !! I maintain that English!Ban is the best voice tho

Do we know why meliodas loses his emotions in this form?

And what form even is this? We never see it again if I remember correctly?

Helbram's magic lowkey cool as fuck

I want to see ban and Elizabeth interact one on one more often, as the two people closest to Meliodas (aside from Merlin, but she has secrets) I want to see them together, yk?

MelBan is just so good like they beat the shit out of each other to show love and I think that's beautiful

I know a lot of ppl ship lancelot and tristan but I ship their dads🫣 el oh el

Elizabeth should be way more powerful than she is and that is what polishes me off the most in all of sds honestly >:(

Also I'm back on my howzer x diane bullshit 😔

La voz del español!Meli es tan profundo, pienso que es la voz más diferente de las versiones, es extraño

Mi teoría sobre la voz de meliodas solo existe en las versiones de inglés y japonés I guess

King and Ban training together is so fucking cutee

I love how we just never rlly find out anything abt the trumpet of cernunos lol

How is ban's jacket too short but his pants aren't? Not complaining, that's just silly lol

Also him defending Meli even tho he obviously knows he's a demon is so🥺

Meliodas splitting the mountain with the branch is one of my fave scenes, we get to see that there's so much more to him and it hints at his coming power

I forgot how tragic Gil and Margaret were that's a good storyline damn

Ep 14 time !!

Is helbram... hot?

YESSS roars of dawn time !!! Slader is so babygirl I love him sm

Guila is such a girlboss line yaasss kween kill those children !!

Why the fuck does meliodas own so many slutty women's costumes HMMM? is he... you know... 👀💅

Gowther introducing himself to Hawk as oinkity oink oink is so real, I love their bond

I love that will Elizabeth feels insta love and Meliodas has BEEN in love for 3000 years

Slader is like if demon!meliodas, ban, and hawk had a baby and that baby was a slut

Seeing genuine surprise from Meliodas when "gowther" was going to be defeated is so weird, like mans was sad he lost his friend and had no idea that wasn't him

The roars of dawn are all hot and that's a good thing

Poor Dale. He just wanted to protect his family. And he was hot too😔

Ban flipping King off while Meliodas revels in Chastiefol's softness is such a representation of all three of them

Meliodas straight up using hellblaze to fight the armored giant/Dale is so funny, it's like baby isn't ur biggest secret that you're a 3000 year old demon prince?? And hellblaze is your specialty demon power?? This does not seem inconspicuous

Also might do a ramble on hellblaze later 👀

Also ban using a whip is kinda 😳

Indiana jones type drip (I am both attracted to and find gender envy from Indiana jones)

The girls are fightingggg

Also this title card is so cute !!

Meliodas straight up being the holy knight grand Master of danafor is so funny to me

He looks so cute in his danafor outfit😭

Also I wonder where meliodas gets the groping thing from because 3000 years ago he was def not like that, though the groping does get less frequent as the story goes on and that's when the holy war arc is so maybe nakaba just forgot abt it lol

Also slavery being canon in nnt britannia is crazy when you think about it

The only reason meliodas didn't carry a sword being he would kill too many people is just a litttleeee bit funny

But also Cain saying that he is both too violently destructive and "too gentle a soul" is painstaking ahaha�� literally the best descriptor for him

Gowther carrying King on piggyback is so cute😭😭

I think the moment Meliodas finally kills Dale is a real turning point in the series. Before this, he had not killed a single opponent. He just fought to disarm and incapacitate. Just the next episode, he tells ban and gowther to "go straight for the kill" against the holy knights. As we see throughout the rest of the series, even before his emotions get caught in purgatory, he no longer feels hesitant to kill. He only becomes more and more like himself from the time of the Holy War (post 10 commandments). This is why I love his character sm, a corruption arc (even if he is never truly evil) is just so rare and one this good and angst filled is even rarer.

Ban continually stealing the same 1980s glamrock red leather set with studs bc he keeps getting murdered in it is the foundation of his character fr

Gowther and Elizabeth being the only ones who are not alcoholics is so real

Also all of them just sniffing king kills me😭

Diane being 30 feet tall means the world to me

Also gowther is so pretty, esp without his glasses

Long hair!Dreyfus is also ridiculously pretty

Ban just letting Gowther squish his tits is so hashtag real, mans gives no fucks

Hug🥰

I don't think I've seen this episode since the first time I watched nnt bc I totally forgot Arthur was introduced in it lol

LISTEN howzer rooting for Diane when they're on opposite sides of the battle is just rlly cute look how flustered he is🥺

so in English, after gowther uses rewrite light, the holy knights say "Meliodas! There you are! Ban, I really missed you man!" BUT in Spanish they call Meliodas mijo (meaning my son/my kid) and Ban hermano (brother)😭😭

THEY CALL GOWTHER MI QUERIDO (my love/dear/beloved) AKKSLDLDLT

Howzer and Gyula being the first ones to publicly stand up to dreyfus and hendy means so much I love them

Hendy was so hot😭😭

Wait how did I just realize that fraudrin was the one to break gowther's nightmare teller

Wait I also juT realized that Dreyfus is Gil's uncle. Gil is dreyfus's nephew. How did I not comprehend that

King, sobbing: why can't I ever protect the people that I care about?😢😭😓 Helbram: it's because you're consistently late🤨😐🙄

Helbram's eyeliner game is almost as good as Ban's

Is Howzer's hair supposed to be green or blond? Discuss.

On that note, we always say Elizabeth's hair is silver, but it's def mint green

Anyway,that's episode 18! Can't believe I'm already about to be on my last part of season 1 !!

[the-masked-ram]

Root of Humanity- Commission Gowther x Fem Reader

A/N: This is a Gowther x fem reader fic I wrote for @mastershybeastyx they were wonderfully patient as I got used to my commission and GW load and their commission took me quite a bit longer than anticipated! But it was quite fun to work on! CW: NSFW, breeding, getting interrupted ALOT, sexual tension, blow job, fem reader, cat hybrid reader, nicknames (referring to cats), heats, unsafe sex, fingering, cunnilingus, mentions of blood ---

                                          It all started with a rumbling nearby, something that made you certain that an earthquake or maybe some giants were on the way. Yet, it stopped nearly as soon as it started. You paused in your trek through town, hoping to head to the small shop to buy some salve for the abrasions on your face. Glancing over your shoulder you were uncertain if anything was going to appear over the horizon. Nothing did, and so with a frown of uncertainty, you continued about your day.

              You didn’t learn until later that the Sins were in town. Meliodas and Elizabeth were who you met first, unsurprising since Meliodas was loud enough to draw endless attention to him and Elizabeth was tall and gorgeous. When Ban joined them, it was impossible to not stare. So, obviously you got caught in the act, and of course the sharp eyes of Ban noticed your slightly small differences, even though your ears and tails were carefully hidden under your cloak.

              You withdrew as much as possible from his attention, you wanted to be invisible, this was a safe town. The people here didn’t necessarily like you, but they didn’t attack you like so many others. They didn’t drive you from their presence with sneers and raised weapons. You were treated like a demon, when honestly you were just cursed, or gifted depending on how you looked at things.               “Looks like we got a friend here, hm?” he chuckled, throwing long arm over your shoulder and drawing you against his side.

              You winced and squirmed against his tight hold, trying to pull away, “H-hey! Is this a normal thing you do? Drag strangers around?”               He grinned brightly, and he sported the blush of alcohol about his cheek bones, “I do when they look like they might fit in with us, huh, kitty cat?”               You narrowed your eyes in annoyance and wariness, “I don’t know what you mean.”               Meliodas joined in next, his bright personality easily rounding out Ban’s sharp edges, “Don’t worry! We won’t hurt you.”               It was so simple to accept, because the way he said it, he meant it with every fiber of his being.               “Looks like someone has already though,” Ban hummed thoughtfully, and Elzabeth frowned down at the scrapes on your face.               “We can help with that back at the Boar Hat,” she said, her soft voice far more welcoming than even Meliodas’s. “Ban please give her some space.”               Ban pursed his lips but listened to the lithe woman with a grudging sigh. You happily extracted himself from under his arm and bounced farther away, still eying them with hesitancy. You weren’t someone who usually just went with people when they invited you somewhere, but then again you couldn’t remember when you were last invited anywhere by anyone.              

              “Look we will be around for a week or so, and will be set up over that hill,” Meliodas said pointing vaguely in the direction from where the shaking had come from earlier. “The Boar Hat has some of the best drinks and food around I can guarantee. And service of course. Come check us out.”               It was like a welcoming sales pitch, something bright and cheery that hid all the strength and danger you’d heard about this man. But still you nodded stiltedly, uncertain if you’d follow through. Though just the consideration seemed to placate the three of them. They wandered off with Meliodas seeming to be looking for something specific and Ban talking about supplies for the kitchen.               You slipped further into town down a smaller side street where the shop you were looking for sat, a cheery open sign welcoming its patrons. You walked in cautiously, hesitating for a moment with your hand cupping your bicep in anxiety.               “Welcome!”               The shopkeeper wandered out from the back of the store a second later and smiled, though it was hesitant when she saw your face.               “Hi, I was just wondering if you had some healing salve?” you asked.               “Sorry, we are all out, won’t have any in until the shipment next week,” she responded.               Your hands rubbed against themselves, worried about the slice along your cheek the most. Then the friendly hand Elizabeth had extended to you, promising to help your wounds, flashed through your memory and with a sigh you thanked the shopkeeper and slowly made your way to the hill. It was a long walk, one filled with people making their way through their morning routines. But you didn’t stop to try and say hello to anyone, your gaze stayed focused on the strange building slowly coming into view.

              None of the three you had met in town were at the Boar Hat when you arrived. Instead, a giant stood in the way, eying you with suspicion which looked extremely out of place on her soft face. Diane, you assumed since you had heard of her exploits.               “Hello!” you called, your fingers once again twisting into a knot as you tried to keep yourself calm. “Elizabeth said I could come here to get treatment for my wounds? They don’t have any of the usual salve in town.”               You smiled sheepishly and you hoped it gave off a friendly air. Whether it did or not you weren’t sure since Diane’s facial expression only grew harsher.               “Hey Diane! What’s going on?” a young man’s voice asked, except it belonged to a boy.

              Or perhaps this was King, so he was a fairy, and yes, he was young but far from a boy. He floated out of the Boar Hat to sit beside Diane on the edge of the slanted roof of the pub.               “This person says Elizabeth told her to come here,” the giant responded with a puffed pout to her cheeks.               King’s eyes tracked your face, hidden in the shadows of your hood though it was you still felt completely exposed. He pursed his lip, floating down on his giant green pillow and hopped down to take a step closer to you. What was with these people invading your space? You tried to shrink in on yourself, no matter how impossible it was.               “It does seem like something Elizabeth would do, well we aren’t open yet but feel free to wait here until the rest get back,” he said with a yawn.               “We-ell, if King thinks it’s ok,” Diane muttered thoughtfully, curling one of her pigtails around her fingers. “Come on in!”               Suddenly her defensiveness from before melted away into a welcoming grin and you just stared up at her dumbstruck. This entire day was just a bit odd, but you nodded meekly anyway and followed the fairy inside, stopping only for a moment to look back at the giant who stayed outside.               “Don’t worry, we’ll see each other again soon enough!” she giggled and waved.               You stepped hesitantly over the threshold to where King sleepily curled up on his pillow without a care, obviously unconcerned about your presence. Your gaze skipped around the room to land on a young man reading a book. He paused long enough to look up at you and tilted his head curiously. His pink hair and soft features made him almost feminine, and for a moment you questioned whether he actually was a woman.               “Oh? Who are you? I am Gowther, the Goat Sin of Lust,” he said, standing to strike some sort of pose that had you raising your brow before you broke out into a laugh. “What’s funny?”               He looked totally lost as his hand dropped and he studied you, your hood finally falling to expose your features as you tried to catch your breath. His gaze lingered on your ears, the way they twitched with each giggle. Immediately realizing you were exposed and under scrutiny, you drew your hood back over your head.

              “Why are you hiding yourself?” he asked.               And all you could do was shake your head at how accepting and warm, though also odd, he was being after he saw your feline features. It had just been like when Ban noticed you. He didn’t even blink or twist his face in disgust, no instead he seemed drawn to you, curious about your appearance.               “M-most people don’t like how I look,” you said in a lame attempt to answer his question.               “People don’t understand anything different from them. But unlike me they don’t want to understand it either, instead they are just happy hating it. I don’t think there is any reason to hate how you look,” Gowther said, his voice steady and eyes never once leaving yours.

              You blinked at him, surprised at his answer and felt a smile creep across your lips. He frowned as he walked to you as touched your face. You flinched away, surprised more than anything else.               “You are injured,” he muttered.               “Ah, that’s why I’m here, Elizabeth said there was salve here. There was none in town,” your glance shot to the side shamefully.               He turned to the kitchen and walked out of sight for a moment before he began to riffle through a drawer, offering no explanation in the process. You stood uncertainly in the middle of the room. Nervousness making you unable to sit and instead you tapped your clawed fingers against your thighs in hopes to relieve some of your tension.

              Gowther reappeared a moment later, holding a small jar in his hands and turned to you with a tilt to his chin. He seemed confused as to why you were still standing.                             “Sit down, I will apply the salve,” he said, once again his voice seemed to have an awkward robotic quality to it, no real inflections.               Yet even though he spoke in monotone and his face stayed expressionless he cradled your face gently when you sat in front of him. He brushed your hood back down, and though you stiffened, he merely focused on the abrasions on your skin.

              His fingers were gentle, unbelievably so for someone who seemed so out of touch with his emotions, and his skin soft. Your eyes fluttered close even though you usually wouldn’t let your guard down in another’s presence, but it felt so good to have his cool fingertips spread the past over your wounds. You winced as he caught the edge of one that was particularly sensitive, and he hummed in surprise.               “Sorry,” he muttered though to be honest he didn’t sound all that apologetic.

              You laughed at the total lack of empathy in his words and opened your eyes, your ears falling to the sides as you shot him a soft affectionate smile. He looked at you in confusion even as he continued his job of covering your injuries in the salve.               “You laugh a lot,” he said.               “Actually, I don’t usually,” you murmured, the smile still curving your lips. “Apparently just around you.”               He frowned slightly but seemed to accept my answer. Finally, his fingers pulled away from your face, and then he nodded slowly.               “There, that should be good,” his words were calm.               Just as he was drawing back Meliodas, Ban, and Elizabeth burst through the door. They were chattering lively with the two men holding bags of groceries. A pig came trotting down the stairs and froze when it saw you. You too stiffened at the added noise all of a sudden.               “Oh! I’m so glad you decided to join us!” Elizabeth said, immediately skipping to your side. “It looks like Gowther took care of your face. I’m glad.”               Her smile was welcoming, both wide and gentle, a mix you’d never seen on anyone else before. It made you feel safe despite the fact you barely knew the girl. You grinned back weakly; hopeful you were able to convey your appreciation.               “Ah, hi there, kitty cat,” Ban said, his smirk wide and eyes narrowed. “Will you be joining us for dinner?”               You glanced at everyone else, uncertain before Gowther said, “Apparently Ban’s food is good. You should eat with us.”               “I don’t know how I would repay you though. I don’t have a lot of money,” you squirmed as you revealed such sensitive information about yourself.

              “You could always help waitressing!” Meliodas said brightly.               You blinked and nodded meekly, casting your gaze down to the floor, “Sure.” ---               You didn’t realize back then saying yes to dinner and helping out in the bar for the night would lead to staying with the Seven Deadly Sins. You began to travel with them, becoming a welcome addition to their group. Even Diane and King had opened up to you and you had learned that the pig wasn’t just an ordinary pig but a talking one named Hawk.

              You had yet to meet Merlin or Escanor, but you had only been with them for a month. You had taken to your waitressing job well, enjoying having a task to do and a schedule and people that you dared to call friends. Or at least allies. Lately at night you had found Gowther outside and slowly your relationship began to grow with the strange man. And it was becoming perhaps the most important relationship you would find among the strange members of the group.

              It started last week; you were unable to sleep due to the unbearable heat of the night and so you found yourself wandering outside in hopes of finding cool air. You didn’t find that relief, but you did find Gowther, with his slim legs dangling over the edge of the Boar Hat’s balcony. He was completely engrossed by the book in front of him, and you were equally distracted by the softened edges of his face. For once he didn’t look completely emotionless, for once he looked relaxed. You hesitated to interrupt him.              

              “Are you going to join me?” he asked, not once lifting his eyes from the pages in front him, in fact he turned one.               “Oh!” you squeaked in surprise. “I didn’t realize you knew I was here. I’m sorry for disturbing you.”               “You aren’t,” he said bluntly, putting the book down on his lap and glancing loosely over his shoulder at you. “Would you like to know what I am reading?”               It wasn’t necessarily that you wanted to know what he was reading, but you wanted to know more about him. Ever since the first time you met him and he took care of the injuries on your face, treating you as if you were made of glass, you’d found your eyes wandering to him more and more. You wanted to know what happened beneath his blank mask. Being privy to his moment of happiness just a second ago felt both wrong and special.               Finally, you nodded, taking a seat beside him and letting the humid air of the night tickle your bare feet, “Yeah.”               Quietly, Gowther began to explain what he was reading and how much he had read, and then when you finally understood where he was in the book, he picked it up again, only to begin reading aloud. You felt warmth, a comfortable kind, curl about your chest as you listened to his calming voice tell you of a story of knights and kingdoms. It was something fantastical that you didn’t expect the Sin to read, but the fact that he was reading it just showed how multifaceted he was.

              He managed to spin a colorful tale from the book even though his voice never once lifted from its monotone expression. It was almost hypnotic, pressing images into your brain that much easier. You closed your eyes, leaning back against your palms as you relaxed into his words and let the world he spoke of cradle you, until finally unconsciousness took its hold.

              You didn’t wake until the next morning, realizing you were back in bed and uncertain if the moment the night before had even happened. You glanced to the side where Elizabeth usually was sprawled out in the other bed but there was no one, however sitting on the nightstand was the book from last night that Gowther had been reading from. Did he finish it after you’d fallen asleep?

              There was a strange pit that grew in your stomach, growing from a seed of frustration that you’d let yourself drift off to unconsciousness and missed the end. Now all you wanted was to listen to him finish the story. You stroked the spine of the book pensively and stood to stretch and prepare for the day.               “Oh? Look who’s late to the rise. Almost giving King a run for his money,” Ban taunted from behind the counter when you made your way down the stairs.               The air smelled like breakfast, cooking ham and eggs mixed with the sweetness of some sort of fresh fruit. You licked your lips, rubbing a hand over your eagerly growling stomach. He smirked at you as he looked at you from around the corner and nodded to the pan in his hand.               “Want some breakfast?” he asked as he flipped whatever mix of foods were in the eggs.               “Please,” you murmured, your soft voice barely carrying in the room.

              Your eyes slid throughout the pub, taking in Meliodas in one corner who seemed to be watching Elizabeth sweep the dust on the floors. Gowther was sitting at a table with a different book this time, propped in his hands. Diane in her small form was eating with Hawk while King still slept on his Chastiefol.

              Gowther was the first to glance up after Ban, at the sound of your voice. His dull gaze took in your presence and then he smiled softly, the expression was gentle and comforting. Just like the presence he had become in your life. Diane and Elizabeth both were eager to greet you.               “Good morning!” Elizabeth said cheerfully and Diane nodded in agreement, her mouth full of food.               “Did you sleep well?” Meliodas asked. “You usually don’t sleep in.”               “It was a little warm last night,” you offered as an explanation, your eyes wandering once again over to Gowther who was smirking down at his book.               It’s like the night you two had shared was a secret. Something special you felt encouraged the friendship between you and the strange man.

              The day slipped by normally, spending the day joking, smacking Meliodas when he got too fresh with Elizabeth, and trying to stop Ban from drinking too much. When the pub opened for a nearby town you went to work filling out orders and carrying meals to tables. But you noticed a slow ache was encroaching in your limbs, something that wasn’t going away, and you couldn’t place what it was from. Maybe from all the extra and consistent work?

              Your tail curled around your thigh as contractions rippled through your abdomen and you nearly cried out. But instead, you pushed through it to serve the last customer you had filled out an order for and then excused yourself. Your stomach was aching, and you felt unbearably hot. Your body was nearly dripping in sweat.

              You found yourself wandering outside to the edge of the Boar Hat’s porch for relief once again, the warmth of the summer night offering little more than a small breeze to cool you. You shivered as you wrapped your arms around yourself, even though you felt on fire it was like any cold felt thousands of degrees lower than it should be.                             “Are you well?” a familiar voice called from behind you.               You looked over your shoulder to see Gowther and you smiled softly, your tail relaxing as your body calmed in his presence.               You nodded, “Yeah, I think so. Just might be getting sick.”               His head tilted curiously, “Why do you think that?”               “Achy, feverish, you know the typical stuff,” you said with a flippant wave of your hand.               “No, I don’t know. But I would like to,” he said, taking a seat on worn wood.               “Why would you want to know about illness?” you asked with a laugh.               “I’ve never been sick, it’s a new experience, and I would like to know more about you,” he responded like it was the most obvious answer in the world.               Though you knew he likely meant nothing by it, you had grown attached to the Goat Sin and your cheeks warmed at his words. Your stomach fluttered and you swallowed nervously, trying to find a reason to continue the conversation because now you were certain things were getting awkward with your silence.               “Did you finish that book you were reading the other night? The one you read to me?” you asked.               He smiled, it was a millimeter of a difference from his usual expression, but it was still existent, “No I did not. I will once you are done.”               He’d given it to you to finish reading on your own. Your ears flicked excitedly at the thought that this was your opening. You wanted to know Gowther better too.               “Perhaps you’d like to read the rest together again?” you offered, hopefully.               He nodded, “I would like that. Do you have to go back inside, or would you like to start now?”               You blinked in surprise but shook your head, “I am done. And I’d love to.”               There was an odd emotion that flashed across his face then, something you’d never seen the man express. Almost as if he was relieved while he dashed away to go grab the book. You settled more comfortably against the porch, resting against one of the pillars providing support. Trying to ignore the way you shivered.

              The next thing you knew you heard footsteps across the creaking wood and felt something warm draped over your shoulders.               “You looked cold,” Gowther said.

              You looked down and saw a blanket that you eagerly wrapped tighter around yourself. Just as you were curling up and preparing to enjoy his soothing voice, an ache rippled through your gut and an insistent warmth settled between your thighs. You could feel slick pooling in your underwear, and you let out a small moan. You needed to be filled, you needed something deep inside you, you shot Gowther a heated look where he was flipping through the book and muttering.               “Gowther,” you sighed.               “Yes?” he asked, looking up.               You watched his expression, saw the minute changes and the way his cheeks flushed slightly, uncharacteristically. Gowther licked his lips, swallowing hard enough you could hear it, and he gently placed the book down as he gave you his full attention. The force of his stare was enough to have your tail prickling and skin tingling. You needed him, he could help, you wanted him to help most of all. Your instincts took ahold with vicious talons and twisted you under their control.                             “I need you,” you gasped, your breath leaving you as you admitted the very fact that had been growing in your heart since you’d met the Sin.               “Need me? Need my help?” he asked.               “I’m going into heat I-I think,” you stuttered over the words, hesitant and shy, glancing down at the ground as your lust mixed toxically with your embarrassment.               He frowned, “What can I do?”               You knew he understood what it meant; he had read enough books to know what that word meant. But you weren’t certain he understood the implications of you asking for his help. Though you no longer cared either, you needed him and only him, and as a painful twisting sensation rippled through your gut one more time, your ability to think rationally was becoming harder and harder to achieve.               “Fuck me,” you groaned, collapsing toward the ground only to feel lithe arms surround you and hold you up.                             He inhaled sharply, a sound you didn’t think was possible from him. Gowther sounded surprised, taken aback, and when you looked up through heat clouded eyes at him, a definite flush of arousal had darkened his cheekbones. It wasn’t much, but it was more than you’d ever seen on him, his desires for you were very human in that moment as his lips dropped to yours instantaneously.

              The kiss was sloppy, he guided you and it seemed as if you were both inexperienced, but it didn’t matter. His lips, his taste, were like cool water slipping down your overheated throat. You breathed his oxygen, and he swallowed your moans, his tongue licked into your mouth teasingly and your entire body shuddered in his firm grip.

              Some dim part of you was aware you were outside, that there were patrons cheering and talking loudly in the Boar’s Hat, and yet you couldn’t care less. Gowther tasted like fresh strawberries and mint over ice water. It was perfection and your nails curled so tightly in his shirt that their sharp edges pierced the cloth.

              He heard the rip and broke off from your mouth, looking down at the damage with a lightly quirked brow. You panted and your fingers curled tighter, tearing longer gashes into his shirt as your tail wrapped around his waist.               “Please,” you breathed against his skin, your lips just hovering above his collarbone.               He let out a choked back groan, a sound neither of you expected and he seemed just as surprised as you. His fingers gripped the back of your neck, while his other hand wrapped around your hips held the flesh tightly on one side to keep you still. He dove back down to claim your mouth again and again, altering angles as if he couldn’t find one that could let him indulge deep enough.

              The touch on your neck left to trail down to cup the side of your breast, thumbing the bead of your nipple. You arced closer to the touch, trying to encourage it to increase, to press harder. Your nails dug deeper into his clothes until finally they pricked at his pale flesh and his breath hissed tightly against your lips. He pulled back long enough to nip your lips and suck on your tongue. You trembled in his hungry grasp, and he plunged demandingly back into your mouth over and over until you were nothing but a limp puddle in his hands.

              Then the creak of the door behind you alerted the two of you to someone approaching. There was a gasp and a squeak, and you spun around to see King hiding his face and a blush that rivaled the heat you could feel on your own expression, rising up from his chest and running all the way to his forehead.               “Oh god, I’m so sorry,” he babbled, followed by several more mumbled apologies as he zoomed back into the pub.               You looked back Gowther with surprise written on your face, you desire which had been at a full bonfire just a minute earlier was now a quiet smolder. Slowly it faded further until you questioned if it was ever really there. You hesitated before your eyes drifted down to the tattered shirt decorating his torso and blinked in surprise.               “Oh… um… I need to go back,” you managed to gasp out before rushing inside yourself, hoping that your nervous twitches wouldn’t be noticed.               You glanced back over your shoulder just before the door closed and saw Gowther press a finger to his lips and a look of wonder cross his face. A look you’d seen him make when he was trying to understand something.              

              The next few days you avoided Gowther as much as possible, unsure how to bring up the situation in a conversation or wondering if you were supposed to bring it up at all. Instead, you opted to ignore the problem and it was easy enough since the Goat Sin seemed to be away visiting Merlin.

              The heat you thought had been coming on seemed to have calmed down and you were unsure it had even happened. If it hadn’t been for the vivid memories still playing in your head, the knowledge that you had his skin under your claws for just a minute and his tongue in your mouth for quite a few, you would have been able to brush it all off as a dream. It was hard to breathe sometimes when you recalled his touch on you and then you could almost feel the phantom of the heat simmering low in your gut once again.

              You were busy wiping down the tables when Gowther walked back in and just his scent, the smell of strawberry candy and freshly cleaned sheets, was enough to cause your tail to curl up behind you and bristle. You scrubbed a little harder at a stubborn stain on the grain, only to realize it was a mark that had soaked into the wood directly and wasn’t about to come up. You swallowed, keeping your head down as you went to wash another table in hopes he wouldn’t notice you.               “Good afternoon,” Gowther said with a gentle call of your name.               You froze under his gaze as you turned and looked slightly at him. Your eyes were dropped toward the side, refusing to meet his directly. You could feel the bottom of your stomach warm, and your cheeks twitched into a hesitant smile.               “Hi,” you offered shyly.               No one else was downstairs currently, and you knew from the way your body was reacting you were already flirting with a dangerous situation. Still once you looked at him fully you couldn’t turn away from him.               “Gowther we need to talk later,” you said.               He stares at you, seeming not to be aware of what you mean. He didn’t seem to understand why nor how serious it was. But with that confused and blank face he nodded innocently, completely unaware of how your stomach squirmed for him nor how the heat slowly collected between your thighs.                             “Tonight?” he asked.               You knew he meant at your usual place on the rim of the roof, where you would read books together and you’d fall asleep to the sound of his soft voice. You nodded and turned away from him, wrapping your tail tight around your waist in hopes of giving yourself some sort of comfort. He made a small sound of curiosity before you heard him walk up the staircase to the rooms that only seemed to somehow be slowly growing.

              The pub was unusually quiet that day with the Sins having their own things to do and traveling seeming to be on everyone’s minds. The rocking of Mama Hawk kept your thoughts stable as you focused on keeping your balance while working on organizing the kitchen. Before you knew it, evening was falling, and dinner was being served by a whistling Ban. However, your stomach turned away from the thought of eating and you pushed your plate far away from yourself in hopes that the smell would dissipate.

              Your heat was coming back with Gowther’s scent so close by, lingering in the rooms, and your desire to feed yourself was waning. Instead, you wanted nothing more than to be stuffed full of his cock. You squirmed on a chair as Ban and Elizabeth, both sent you curious looks while King resolutely ignored your distress and instead focused on Diane, even though his ears were pinking and you were certain it wasn’t because of the discussion about the fight that happened in the last town.

              Your ears flattened against your skull and tail curled around the leg of the chair as you felt your abdomen contract in desperation when Gowther practically floated down the stairs and walked lightly behind you until he perched on the chair just a table beyond. You ached so desperately for him, and you knew he had no idea what his mere presence was doing to you.               “You okay, little cat?” Ban’s deep voice asked, and you looked up at him with wide eyes.               “Yeah, stomach is just a bit off tonight,” you murmur apologetically, one of your ears flicking nervously.

              Elizabeth immediately jumped onto the possibility that you might be getting sick. Her eyes turned to Ban, widening even more and she pouted.

              “Do you think you can make some soup for her?” she asks.

              You shake your head, “I don’t need that Elizabeth, I just need a break for tonight. Some rest.”

              “If you’re sure,” she mumbles and looks at you in concern.

              “I think I’m going to go up to bed, actually,” you say with a gentle bow of your head.

              The others sent you a cheery good night, but Elizabeth looked worried, and Ban looked almost suspicious when his eyes landed on your flushed cheeks. You could feel the weight of Gowther’s stare following you to the steps and you breathed a sigh of relief when you finally closed the door to your room behind your back.

              You sank down against the cool wood, letting it soothe your growing fever from your increasing heat symptoms. Immediately your fingers dove down into your pants to reduce the ache between your thighs. Your body seized under the touch of your pads and your legs fell open for easier access.

              Slowly you collected your own slick and worked it over your swollen flesh, sighing slightly at the calming sensation that took over your eager libido. It was like soothing water trickled down your nerves, even as you twitched every time you flicked over your needy little clit. The memory of those amber eyes that were usually so curious but lacking emotion, and instead shifted with heat and excitement in your mind. The way they had when he kissed you, when the flames of passion had been licking at his skin just like yours.

              Your sighs turned to choked off moans as you grew closer to your peak. The Gowther in your mind’s eye kissed down your body until his lips hovered over where you touched yourself. It’s as if he were waiting for you to tell him what to do.

              What do you need?  His eyes asked. But you couldn’t tell him, if you spoke, they’d find out.

              The sound of footsteps were coming up the stairs so you grew quieter even though your fingers moved faster. It was likely just someone else going to their room anyway, they wouldn’t bother you. That’s what you told yourself while you continued to rush towards the edge.

              Then through your ecstatic state, you heard a knock at the door, soft and familiar. You knew what was coming next, he never waited for you to say it was ok for him to come in. Instead… the door opened, and you fell backward with it. Within seconds you were scrambling up, your hand having retreated from your pants.

              You blinked at Gowther with wide eyes and flattened, embarrassed ears. He returned the look only instead of shame he merely seemed confused. Then his amber gaze drifted down to where your fingers still shone with your slick and you saw him swallow hard.

              He walked into the room, closing the door behind him and he knelt down before you, “Did you still need my help?”

              He asked it so innocently even though it sent your insides aflame. You nodded silently, your eyes darting to the side in hopes of avoiding the disappointment you expected to see in his. But instead, he caught your chin and kissed the breath from you within seconds, with deep plunging swirls of his tongue and greedy pulls of his lips.

              He grabbed your dirtied hand and brought it to his lips, staring at it curiously until his nostrils flared and he inhaled eagerly.  The pink of his tongue darted out as Gowther licked you slowly, from one knuckle to the next. Cleaning you thoroughly as if the flavor of your arousal was the most delicious thing he'd ever tasted.

              The throbbing in your cunt that had finally relaxed seemed to come back full force and you whimpered under his attentions. Gowther pushed closer to you, tilting your chin up as he leaned over you and kissed your lips. The press of his lips turned demanding soon enough, so much so that you could taste yourself swirling on his tongue.

              Then the door, which was still unlocked, burst open to reveal Ban holding a steaming bowl of what your addled brain provided as soup once you and Gowther nearly leaped apart. Ban stood there silently for a moment before a sly and sharp smile crept across his face.

              “Sorry for interruptin’,” he muttered and with that he turned around and the door shut firmly behind him.

              You looked at Gowther with wide eyes, taking in the slight flush of arousal on his cheeks and the barely controlled lust burning in his amber gaze. It was so rare to see him like this, so emotional. Your hand touched his cheek, stroking across the pink staining his skin before he cleared his throat, seeming uncomfortable with his own state.

              “I’m sorry. We will talk later tonight still, right? I will make sure to have myself more under control by then,” he stood and without even giving you a chance to grab a hold of your confused tongue and ask him to stay, he left out the door.

              You sat on the floor for several minutes, your body still burning from his touch. You could still feel the ghost of his lips and tongue gliding across yours and the way he hovered over you perfuming the air with his scent. With a sigh you moved to the door and opened it once to look down the hall, only to see the still warm soup sitting on the floor off to the side of the entrance.

              With a smile of appreciation, you scooped up the food and made it back into your bedroom. You managed to eat some before taking a small nap despite how uncomfortable your pussy had become again. It wasn’t until the stars were glittering in the ebony of the night sky that you woke again. It was some time until you realized you needed to go talk to Gowther.

              While you slept Gowther made his way downstairs after gathering his composure. For some reason that face you made when you said you needed him made him crave you just as bad. More so than he had ever wanted anyone before. Even Nadja.

              However, there were certain things that reminded him of Nadja when it came to your actions. Your kindness and gentle nature, your intense generosity when it came to the Sins and anyone you were comfortable with. But he didn’t see you necessarily as a replacement for her. No, he wanted you more than he’d ever even thought of her.

              He had known you very little but the time you spent alone together had become strangely irreplaceable to him. He wondered if this was what people called love. Or was it something more? His feelings toward you were growing stronger even if he couldn’t quite understand them.

              Gowther was so lost in his own thoughts of trying to sort out his own emotions that he didn’t notice Ban’s arm appear from the bottom of the stairs to snatch him in its grip. He immediately looked up in surprise to see the sly smirk the taller man sent him.

              “So, you and our little kitty cat?” Ban asked, innuendo dripped from his words, but Gowther couldn’t grasp what he was implying.

              “What do you mean?” he responded.

              The Fox Sin sighed in irritation, but King seemed to zero in on their conversation.

              “Did you walk in on them too?!” he cried, his face flushing red at the memories that were likely playing in his head. “God you guys need to learn how to lock doors.”

              Gowther looked up and Ban laughed boisterously, “They’ve done this before? Ooh I didn’t think you were such a dog!”               He grinned like the predator he was named after at the man caught in his grip. The other sins were all leaning in on the conversation now.

              “What happened?” Meliodias piped up, obviously sensing the perversion dripping in the air.

              “Saw Gowther here mackin’ on our little cat upstairs. Looked about ready to dive between her legs any second,” Ban chuckled.

              “Oh! Ban gross!” Diane admonished. “Couldn’t you be a little less crude?!”

              “If the situation called for it,” he responded with a lax shrug.

              Gowther was completely lost, and he currently wished he could understand what was going on. The itching of his fingers and the desire to use his powers came to him strongly but instead he glanced to the door where he could escape to the outside. He knew his friends didn’t like it when he read their minds.

              “So-o?” Meliodas practically sang.

              Gowther turned his attention to his captain, “So?”               The parroting of the word seemed to make his confusion more obvious than his expression or lack thereof had. Ban sighed again, and Diane shook her head.

              “Do you like her?” Meliodas asked.

              “Like?” Gowther copied again, tilting his head and considering the word.

              “The way I like Elizabeth,” Meliodas motioned to the princess, and she flushed before twitching on the spot.

              “Meliodas,” she softly reprimanded.

              He grinned at her before stroking down her thigh and causing her spine to straighten. Diane reached across to smack the back of her Captain’s head. Things were getting out of hand and Gowther still didn’t understand what was being discussed. Was it love? Affection? Lust?

              Did he feel all of those things for you? He wasn’t sure, it was hard to understand his own emotions. Lust seemed most likely to be what he was feeling.

              “You mean lust?” he said bluntly.               Diane nearly had a fit, “That’s not all there is it to it! Is that all you feel for her?”

              “Hm, I do not quite know what it is I feel for her,” Gowther admitted. “I want to touch her and kiss her. But… there is more?”

              He tilted his head in his usual confused way. The others looked at each other, exchanging expressions that were sympathetic for the Goat Sin. He may not have known how he felt but the others had a good idea, though they weren’t quite sure how deep his feelings went.

              “Perhaps you need to take her on a date?” Elizabeth offered.

              “No, he needs to show he’s interested before asking that,” King said shaking his head.

              “How about flowers?” Diane asked. “All girls love flowers.”

              Gowther looked at them with a raised brow. For once he couldn’t keep up. All this talk of dates and gifts, loving someone or not, he barely knew what was going on inside himself let alone trying to figure out whether he wanted, what was it people called it? A relationship?

              He just shook his head and walked past the other sins toward the door outside. This was a discussion for him to have with you, not with anyone else. That’s what others did right? That’s what felt right at least.

              “I need to think but mostly I need to talk to her about it. It involves us, not you,” for once his voice was firm and he let the door close shut tightly, cutting off the suffocating atmosphere from inside.

              The night air enveloped him in a mixture of cool and humidity, the scent of an oncoming storm rode the light breeze, and he wondered if it would break the slightly hotter daytime temperatures they were getting. Pulling a book from the pocket of his jacket, Gowther leapt up onto the balcony of the Boar’s Hat upper level and he rested against the outer wall as he began to read.

              You wandered down the stairs with a yawn stretching your jaw and your hand swiping across your teary eyes. The nap had felt good, and your heat symptoms were currently at a gentle simmer, something calm enough you could ignore them for now. You wondered if that was because you couldn’t smell Gowther in the immediate vicinity.

              Once you could focus your bleary eyes, you glanced around the lower levels, where most of the team sat scattered around barely functional due to what looked like some sort of drinking game. They were louder than usual and even Elizabeth seemed to have lost her usual decorum to some extent. You couldn’t see the shock of magenta hair anywhere and guessed he must already be waiting on the lip of the roof for you.

              You slowly began to creep toward the door in hopes you wouldn’t draw attention to yourself. Mostly you wanted to avoid any awkwardness that might crop up from earlier. However, that was not to be since Ban immediately zeroed in on your presence and wolf whistled as he saw you tip toeing to where he knew the goat sin had run off too.

              “Go get it!” he yelled far louder than was necessary and you felt embarrassment sink deep into your bones.

              The night was calm and soothing, but when your nose twitched, and you inhaled, you could smell a storm on the horizon with a touch of staticky ozone lingering in the air. It promised to be a big one. For now, though, you were safe, and could enjoy the gentle breeze brushing across your skin and reducing the constant fever you seemed to be running lately.

              You grabbed the lip of the roof only to feel a cool and soft hand grab the back of your wrist and hoist you up. You stared at Gowther in surprise to see him sitting there, with an open book spread beside him, seeming to be waiting for you.

              “Y’know, I knew you’d be here but… I can’t seem to get used to you anymore,” you admitted softly.

              He frowned and you thought you saw a tiny flash of hurt in his expression, “What do you mean?”

              “I don’t mean it like that,” you say softly, shaking your head, hopeful to relax him. “I meant that I’m so aware of you now. And only you. My body needs you; I need you. I want you and only you. But… I’m not sure if it’s just because of my hormones or not.”               You looked down at the wood you knelt on and clenched your hands on your knees.               “I will help you; I want to help you. More than anyone I’ve ever known; I want to know you. Understand you,” he hesitated and for the first time since you’d met Gowther he looked uncertain. “I’m not sure that makes sense.”               “It does for you,” you laughed shakily, a sound that relaxed some of the tension that had been rising.               “We can do this without any deeper meaning until your… heat?... passes,” he promised.               Something twinged in your chest, unhappy with that result, but you also knew it was the most logical choice. You nodded and smiled at him, he brushed a thumb against your cheek, and you looked at his delicate features with affection. Your ears flicked and his fingers moved up to touch the soft fur gently.

              Your eyes closed and a soft purr rolled up your throat. You heard a soft huff and cracked open one of your eyes and saw that Gowther had a gentle smile on his face, it was small just like all his expressions, but it looked like he was about to laugh. You leaned into his petting for a moment, until you felt the fire grow and lick violently up your spine again. It coiled in your stomach and begged, tugging at your clit until it pulsed with need.               “Gowther,” you breathed.               Your thighs clenched and a flash of pride grew in his eyes as he watched you struggle in his presence. You rocked against the air, your tail thrashing behind you but he ignored the spot you ached for him most. Instead, he tugged your ear lightly to drag your mouth to his, continuing where you left off in the room.

              His tongue rolled across yours and you sucked it desperately, wishing it was his cock instead. As if reading your mind, which you aren’t totally sure he hadn’t, Gowther broke away from you to stand and work his pants open.

              He pulled his erection out, pale and flushed, long and curved in a way that made your walls clench because you knew it would hit just right. Your mouth watered as you kneeled before him and he stood in front of you. He stroked across the soft skin of his cock, once, twice, gathering the pearling precum at the tip to work it down the sides.

              You leaned forward barely noticing the way the rough wood dug into your knees. Instead, your tongue popped out, and you lapped at the head. Instantaneously, as the salty and sweet flavor of his pre splashed across your taste buds, your body nearly screamed with the amount of heat that consumed it. The sheer desire was suffocating, you needed him inside you, stuffing you full and breeding you. Your tail curled tight around your waist in hopes of controlling yourself a bit more, in hopes to bring you both a little more pleasure before you lost your mind completely.

              His hand cupped your skull and guided you forward, encouraging you to open your mouth so he could slide along your tongue and down your throat. The heady weight of him resting there made you delirious, you could smell the musky scent of his desire and the sharp scent of crushed mint. It was so good as he slid back and forth, slowly and methodically, testing the primal desire that he’d never experienced before.

              You looked up underneath your lashes at him and saw his cheeks flushed a deep pink, almost matching his hair and his jaw dropped open to let out soft pants of air. Your jaw was stretched uncomfortably, in a way that kept you focused on how wide he’d split you when he fucked you. The curve of his dick touched the softness of the beginning of your throat, making you gag every now and then around him.

Slowly drool began to accumulate along his length and down your chin. He tasted so good, a mix of salt and like the white part of a strawberry, just a bit sweet and sour. Your lids fluttered and he groaned, causing them to fly open again as you noticed his head tilt lazily on his shoulder. His hips picked up speed until he barely left you time to draw in air. You weren’t sure you cared though.

              You gagged more, the sounds turned sloppier and Gowther’s hips were pushing harder against your nose and chin. Then both of you heard steps as they made their way out onto the deck. Your eyes widened but Gowther didn’t seem to have any mind to stop.

              Yet, right as you thought maybe the person had gone inside or maybe Gowther was going to cum and it wouldn’t matter, despite the fact your pussy desperately wanted him to cum inside it and only it, Diane’s head popped up over the side with a sly smile. It seemed as if she had intended to catch the two of you doing something and cause embarrassment again but from the look on her face, she got far more of an eyeful than she intended.               “Oh my god!” she screamed and leapt over the rim of the roof to where we stood.               Gowther immediately let go, and for a moment you were hypnotized by the way your drool mixed with his precum and dripped off his dick. Diane’s hand came down within seconds of Gowther getting his brain back under control and smacked his cheek so hard that it reddened instantaneously.               You on the other hand were trying to wipe your chin clean and pull the hood of your jacket back up to hide your embarrassment.               “What the hell are you doing!?” Diane yelled at Gowther, as if you hadn’t been a willing participant.               You watched in surprise as chaos ensued and Gowther stared at her with his erection slowly softening. Your entire body cried in despair, and you found yourself almost reaching out to help him find pleasure again. He tucked himself away again though and faced Diane with a bland expression.               “Helping her. She asked me to,” he said.               That did not go over well. After the second crack of her skin against his, you stepped in.               “Please Diane,” you held your hand out in a placating gesture, scrambling forward on all fours. “Stop. He’s right. I was a willing participant.”               For a moment Diane seemed to freeze, confused, and then her face flushed impossibly darker, she screeched in embarrassment, muttered some form of apology, and dove back to ground. The mood had been officially broken despite the way your body still throbbed with need. You were still on your knees and Gowther looked at you but something in his eyes was very different. There was a glow, no matter how small, that had never been there before. A look that dare you say, seemed like affection.               You trembled under his stare, uncertain where this was going, and he opened his mouth before squinting his eyes and for a moment looking uncertain. He offered you that tiny expression you recognized as a smile, and he pulled you up to stand next to him.               “Let’s find somewhere private,” he whispered.               You shivered when his cool breath touched the canal of your ear, but you nodded all the same. Yeah, you wanted to be with him, desperately. So, you allowed him to urge you down off the roof and further away from the Boar’s Hat. ---

Meliodas was leaning back on two legs of the chair he sat on. He contemplated the ceiling as he occasionally took deep drinks from his cup. Diane burst into the pub, and even that didn’t disrupt his deep thoughts as he stared at the shapes the wood grain made.               “Dia-ane, what’s wrong?!” King asked and Meliodas finally turned his head to look over at where the two of them and his Elizabeth stood.               “God, I walked in on them,” Diane said, her voice trembling and her face bright red as she hid it behind her hands. “She-she was on her knees…”               King immediately broke in to stop her words, “Woah, woah, no need to be descriptive!”               The giantess nodded, seeming thankful she didn’t need to explain anymore. Meliodas sighed.               “They need to get this out of their systems,” he said bluntly.               Ban laughed, nearly spitting beer, “Perhaps we should avoid goin’ out. Since they haven’t come back.”               “That’s it! Everyone stays inside for the night!” Meliodas agreed.               “Why?” Elizabeth asked.               “No need to worry,” Meliodas responded, stroking the curve of her ass.               Elizabeth stiffened in surprise and Hawk butted against his chair hard enough to make him topple over. Meliodas sent him a glare even as the pig chattered on about being inappropriate. Drowning out the farm animal by focusing on dragging his chair back upright and taking another swig of his ale, he wished the two of his team outside luck as they found their way to each other. ---

The moon glowed above you, hanging with a pregnant fullness in the dark of the sky. Stars twinkled in between the oncoming clouds and though you both knew a storm was on its way neither of you worried, too tangled up in each other. Gowther’s lips stroked across yours, needy and demanding, as he nipped yours open and then rolled his tongue past your teeth. He claimed your mouth over and over, hunger roiling through you both and eventually it boiled over in you until your tail was rising over your hips and bristling.

Your groin burned, aching for his cock, something you’d been denied over and over again. You rocked against nothing but the growing breeze and the fabric between your legs and slick gathered at the apex of your thighs. Your cunt grew hot, unbearably so and you were mewling into his mouth, your fangs pricking at his lips as your claws sank into the cloth of his shirt once again.

              You pulled back long enough to breathe in deeper, seeing in the glow of the moon droplets of blood left behind on Gowther’s lips. He seemed unconcerned as he swiped his tongue across them and then wrapped his hand back around you, drawing you in for a deeper kiss until you felt like he was scooping the air from your lungs with his tongue.

              He worked your jacket and shirt off your body until you were forced to part by the cloth. But as soon as it was gone, he was back, feasting from your mouth and swallowing every sound you made. You shuddered in his tight grasp and his fingers worked over your curves gently, cupping your breast until you shifted and tried to get him to touch the sensitive peaks of your nipples. And when his thumb finally brushed over them you cried out, breaking from his mouth and nearly twisting in his grasp.

              His hand around your back, worked up your spine to grip around your neck, controlling every movement you made. You sighed, your nails sinking into his chest until finally you were able to rip apart his shirt enough that it was time to discard it. He dropped it from his body like the ruined top wasn’t any real loss, and maybe it wasn’t, your touch, his touch, was too addictive to really care about the destruction of some cotton.

              Every time you parted from each other’s lips there was a small string of spit connecting you together, and the sheen of saliva painted your mouths. There were smacks of wet flesh and the kisses grew deeper and messier. It was so good that you were growing lightheaded and eventually you stumbled, only to be caught by Gowther’s wiry arms.

              He held you up, eyes searching your face until he finally seemed happy with your condition and led you to the forest floor. A cushion of moss and soft clover held your body. As you crushed it beneath your skin it smelled like fresh grass and that warm pollen scent.               You inhaled but it wasn’t long before Gowther pulled you back to him, with a murmur of, “Pay attention to me.”               His lips found your jaw, the beginning of your neck, fluttered down your collar bone and right above the swells of your chest. He showered your skin with gentle kisses, only to follow behind with scrapes of his teeth and sharp nips, and then soothe the ache with a light lick. It was too much; your fingers were digging into the greenery beneath you. Your body arched and head rocked from side to side. It was so euphoric.

              His fingers danced down your body, bringing goosebumps to the surface the closer he got to your waist. Your hips lifted, encouraging him to where the fire of your heat had settled, where your cunt cried out for him. You were tired of waiting. He seemed to understand, or perhaps he was just growing impatient too, because his soft lips latched around one of your nipples, causing you to cry out while his nimble fingers worked open your zipper.

              You were rocking against the air, nothing providing you friction and desperation had grabbed ahold of you. When he switched to your neglected nipple electricity shot through you, making you bow and your tail puff out.               “Hurry!” you exclaimed, trying to control yourself and not grab his head and force him harder into your breast. “I can’t t-take it.”               You shuddered violently and his chuckle was `muffled again the soft flesh of your chest. His teeth were sharp against your sensitive nub as he bit down, you trembled, uncertain whether you wanted to move away or beg for more. Your body seemed to be toeing the line between greedy for any sensation and yet overstimulated.

              You whined finally before your body twisted out of the grip of his cuspids only encouraging his hands to work your pants and underclothes off your legs. Cool air kissed your slick covered pussy and you nearly cried out when Gowther dropped butterfly kisses over your silken skin, slipping lower and lower until he hovered over your pelvis.               “Ready?” he asked.               Though he didn’t wait for your slow mind to come forward with an answer. Your brain was too burnt out on pleasure to comprehend his words and pull-out comprehensible words. Instead, he slipped your naked legs over his shoulders in a position he seemed too comfortable with for never having done it before.               Your cunt was spread wide for him, dripping arousal as your walls clenched needily around nothing. Before he dove down with the flat of his tongue, he licked you from entrance to pulsating clit. You squirmed in his grip, even as his arms tightened impossibly around you. Making you so much more aware that he was much stronger than his delicate features let on.               “Gowther,” you breathed, your hips rising as much as they could to seek out his touch. “Please?”               You beseeched him as your fingers tangled in his magenta hair, tugging hard to encourage his tongue to flick faster against your sensitive flesh. His tongue and lips focused on your clit, rolling against it until you were shaking and then all of sudden he was backing off. You watched as one of his arms released one of your thighs. He stared at you in a way that told you to stay still. But how could you do that when his lips were back around you and his finger was pushing into your aching heat.

              You twisted, your free hip rising more than your pinned one, unable to follow his silent command and his finger probed inside you. He didn’t know what he was doing at first, you could tell from the way he seemed to be searching for something that brought a reaction out of you. But then his finger brushed lightly against the wall of your inner pelvis, and you groaned lowly. Your entire body nearly shot out of his grasp and he was caught by surprise.

              His eyes widened from between your legs and then he purposefully did the same motion, a little harder and that spot, that action, had stars bursting in your vision. They dotted the canopy and you gasped.               “Oh g-god, more,” you stuttered, trying to follow the movements futilely.               “Stay still,” he demanded, and the vibration of his voice reverberated against your over sensitized skin.               You tried to shift away from him but instead Gowther held you still, a flash of hunger and impatience lighting up his usually dull eyes. He nipped at the sodden skin just on the outside of your pussy. You yelped and flinched, nodding in agreement to his words finally. Then he went back to feasting on your slick until finally he began to feel a change in your walls and hear the shift in your moans.               “Wait,” you pushed at his head, your voice trembling as you tried desperately to free yourself from his touch. “Wait, I-I’m gonna— fuck—gonna cum.”               A smile, the widest one you’d ever seen on his face, curled his lips. He increased his movement, his tongue spelled words across your vulnerable nub and his fingers curled, pressing harsh and tight against that spot that had you crying out until your voice began to crack. You could barely catch your breath and your ear muscles were aching from the way they strained and twitched.

              Finally, every tensing muscle in your body snapped and then relaxed as you groaned gutturally. Your orgasm washed over you, sending your nerves tingling and hips rutting shamelessly against Gowther’s beautiful face. He encouraged it though. His fingers withdrew but his tongue continued to pulse against your vulnerable clit until you finally yanked at his hair.               “Stop! I don’t want that,” you murmured, and he looked at you confused. “I want you. I want to be filled with you finally.”               He groaned his appreciation, “Yes, of course.”               He pushed his pants down until they settled at his mid-thigh, exposing his cock to your eyes again, that pretty pink tip was sticky with his precum already. He bit his lip as he gripped himself at the base, paused for a moment as if considering something and then leaned back on his haunches and lifted one of your legs over his elbow. The position spread you wide for him and you couldn’t help the flush of embarrassment that rushed through you. That didn’t stop either of you though when he pressed forward, and you gasped at the pressure he caused.

              It felt like you were being split apart, he’d prepared you so well but still he was so much to take. He’d looked slender and beautiful, something that should be easy to take in your heated state, but he wasn’t. He stopped to rest on his hand when he was pressed halfway into you, his glasses glinted, and his eyes nearly rolled as you clenched down on him.               “Relax,” he hissed, his hips jumping forward half an inch causing you both to groan.

“I’m trying,” you swore.               “Let me in, kitten,” he breathed, using a nickname he never intended.

              But it was like opening the gates, you gasped, and your body relaxed for him, letting him push pelvis to pelvis with you. There was a sweet ache in your loins, but it was so good. That mild pain was adding insurmountable pleasure as he rocked back, the slide easier than expected thanks to the slick that now lined his cock.                             “Good girl,” he purred as he leaned further back, arching your spine for him and then rolling his hips in a quick and perfected rhythm.               It was euphoric, hitting you in all the right spots, dragging in the best ways, to where you couldn’t catch your breath. Were you drowning? Were you even alive anymore? Wasn’t death supposed to be painful? Each lucky inhale was sharp agony in your oxygen deprived lungs. But with the way Gowther was looking at you, like you had made him into a ravenous beast, you couldn’t find yourself caring.

              Your pelvis was rising to meet his, and he was not only shifting his hips in that perfect way with each fuck forward but when he slipped toward you, he ground against you for a few seconds. It caused the soft curls at the base of his dick to rub your clit tantalizingly.                             “Fuck,” Gowther spat, and if you weren’t in the throes of ecstasy, you would have been surprised.               Gowther didn’t cuss but your cunt twitching around him brought something out of him. It was bestial, greedy, he wanted to fill you over and over until you were dripping with his cum. Until he had to stuff his fingers into you so it would stay plugged inside. Because that’s what he wanted. He wanted it in you, he wanted to breed you.

              “I want to fuck you full,” he snarled, baring his teeth in an animalistic snarl. “I want to breed you, kitten.”               Your body seized upward excitement causing your cunt to clench and muscles to spasm, “Yes.”                You wanted it, you wanted it so badly. You wanted to pull more of this darkness and greed out of your lustful Sin. Your hands wound their way around his thighs, the only part of him that you could touch. You claws scrabbled at the leather hide of his pants. Desperation in your every movement for more that he could give you. He leaned over you finally, finally giving you something to hold onto better.

              Immediately your claws sank into his shoulders, and he groaned in a mixture of pain and pleasure. His lips crashed against yours as his movements grew wilder and he swallowed your every sound, fed you his oxygen until finally you came with your eyelids fluttering and the black behind them turning staticky white.

              Pleasure unfurled from your cunt like a white-hot lava, racing up your spine and down your nerves, leaving your skin tingling and burning. Gowther couldn’t stop though, he wouldn’t, it felt so good with you clamping around him, milking him and urging him to completion. Quickly he pushed you into a second orgasm, one that fell right on the heels of the first.

You thrashed under him violently, until he came with a groan, painting your insides white. His hips grew sloppy, slowed down but he didn’t stop.               Eventually your cunt throbbed again, growing eager for more. Your heat pushed you into another round, accepting his excitement to keep going.               “Wait Gowther,” you whispered.               Because though you physically wanted it, mentally you needed a moment. You needed to process what just happened because he hadn’t pulled out at all. But he had no intention of waiting.               “You’re ready to go again,” he sighed in relief in your ear, his movements growing steadier and more confident.               Since when had he become so knowledgeable about your body? ---

The two of you crept back the morning after your dalliance in the woods. The others were together at the tables, eating breakfast and all eyes turned to you as the door opened. You were certain your face flushed eight shades of red even though Gowther refused to let go of your hand.               “Looks like it’s time to celebrate,” Meliodas crowed from his seat.               By the early afternoon the celebration had left most of the party so drunk they couldn’t move, but Gowther looked at you no differently even as you were babbling to Elizabeth, and Diane was picking twigs out of your hair still. He was certain you were everything he’d been looking for when trying to understand human emotion. He finally understood the root of humanity. Love.

[randomreadingtimewithtsuki]

Hi! Here we have part 3 and I promise I am done XD

Part 1

Part 2

Mael x Goddess! Reader

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When Mael came to himself he saw you, sitting in pain, healed - alive.

That was enough for him, so he decided to go off for a bit. Gowther followed him to a heart to heart chat and ask why he wasn't with you:

Mael: I…I shouldn't. I caused them so much pain.

Gowther: But you didn't-

Mael: Maybe I should stay away. Y/N is alive and that's all that matters.

Before Gowther could speak Elizabeth came to ask for his help. As soon as he turned her down a familiar voice echoed:

Y/N: I want you to be around us.

Mael turned his head upon hearing your voice. There you were, floating close by and smiling gently at him.

Y/N: Let's help Mael. 

Mael: I don't have my grace anymore.

Y/N: I will help you look. I promised, remember?

Yes, he did remember your promise. He also remembered how your voice seemed like a thread of hope at that time. He sighed, got up and agreed to help Elizabeth. 

You were so happy you hugged his arm, which made Mael flinch a bit. He didn't think he was deserving of your attention, but you didn't seem to realize his flinching. 

He allowed you to grab his hand to go towards King and Diane. His touch was hesitant, it wasn't a strong hold like you remembered. 

You noticed you may be forcing a bit, so you took the chance to let go of his hand when you landed near Diane.

You all headed to help Meliodas and near your destination Mael caught Escanor. Who wanted to give his grace back, but Mael was hesitant to accept it, until you flicking the side of his head:

Mael: Y/N?

Y/N: Don't be such a fool Mael. Accept the grace, you can help them.

Mael: But… it left me…

Y/N: It left and it is back. Leave everyone to me, I will keep Escanor safe too. Go on, take it.

Mael:....

Y/N: Mael, the grace will accept you again. 

Escanor was looking at you with gratitude in his eyes. Mael gave in and accepted the grace. He could indeed help most of the fight.

To which you grinned at him in a mocking way that read " See? I told ya!"

Ludociel was surprised to see you again with Mael. Two people who he had thought he would never see again and that's why, on his passing moment, he whispered to you to take care of Mael. 

You reassured him. You definitely would keep Mael safe and sound. The angel in question blushed heavily upon hearing his brother ask that, but he didn't say anything.

When the fight was over and you were all in the boar's hat, it was complete chaos. You didn't drink, so you were helping waiting tables - you refused to wear that uniform - and care for the drunk ones - Mael included.

He was babbling about something you couldn't understand, but what truly got you startled was when you were walking away from him and he suddenly grabbed your waist and hugged you.

As he was seated and you were standing, he hugged your dorso and leaned his head on your stomach. He was babbling something you couldn't understand what he said, but Gowther seemed happy for some reason.

You just sighed. You wondered if you should heal Mael before he regretted saying something. While you pondered what to do, you patted his head. Slightly running your fingers in his hair, which made him snuggle to you a little closer.

You decided before the night ended you would heal him out of this drunk state. You asked Gowther to let you know if something weird happens. 

He smiled, nodded and pulled Mael away from you so you could go back to waiting tables.

By end of the party you did heal Mael, to which he was thankful for and terribly embarrassed:

Mael: D-did I say something weird?

Y/N:... hm… I don't know. I couldn't understand you.

Mael grunted in response. You couldn't chat much, as some drunk people required attention - drunken hugs were being thrown at you - and Mael decided to give you a hand.

You were so tired by the end that you just fainted on the bed.  You had a dreamless sleep, but as soon as you woke you wondered if the previous day was true.

Did you wait tables? Was Elizabeth free for the curse? Could you get a rest on the holy way? And most importantly, was Mael truly back?

You left the bed and went to look for him. You found Mael outside looking at the sky, his back was faced towards you.

You couldn't help but cry as you called his name. Mael turned a around a bit confused, but before he could say or do anything you dashed to his arms, sobbing while hugging:

Mael: Y/N? Are you ok? Something 's wrong?

Y/N: I… It's just.. you are really here. It's you here. You are back.

You sobbed a little hard on his chest. You felt Mael hug you strongly and a shadow appeared from somewhere - his wings were also hugged you. 

You looked up at him, he was smiling gently at you:

Mael: I am here and so are you.

You smiled back at him, tears still running down your face. That was when he kissed your forehead and hugged you even tighter. 

It was so warm and gentle. But at the same time strong and safe. You two stayed there for a bit until you heard Hawk screaming something and you both went on to check.

You went on ahead to see what was wrong, apparently Elizabeth fell while carrying some glasses and you decided to help clean it up.

As you chatted with her, King and Hawk Mael was standing a bit behind with Gowther next to him:

Gowther: So… when will you tell them?

Mael: Tell them what?

Gowther: That you like them.

Gowther's comment made Mael flinched at the phrase:

Mael:... I… 

Gowther: They deserve to know.

Mael: It's not a good time. 

Gowther:... not a good time?

Mael: … They don't.. I don't deserve them.

Gowther: I think that is up to them to decide.

Mael: Perhaps….

Gowther sighed as he watched Mael look at you so tenderly. 

The angel was afraid of binding you because of a nostalgic feeling. Maybe you were just missing his presence and your feelings were confused. 

Just like his. As Estarossa he came to realize that he loved you and saw Elizabeth as a sister. 

He realized he confused the feelings. The type of affection. As Estarossa he missed you, he wanted to hug, to be with you. 

But for now he was scared of approaching you. Gowther's final words to him pulled him out of this daze:

Gowther: I think they care about you a lot, so… make up for the time you lost.

Mael didn't answer him. But maybe Gowther was right, he should tell you. Just not now, now he wants to spend time with you.

Without worrying about feelings, just enjoying your time together and observe how things go. He was sure he would receive some kind of punishment from the Supreme deity.

But that was fine, because you would be there. 

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Thank you for reading! 

[cookiecandy22]

You know what’s pain? Shipping two homosexual ships in an anime that isn’t popular anymore (have never been very mainstream and now is kinda dead) who have never been that popular and all the content was made years ago, when the fandom was way more awake.

Yeah I’m talking about nnt.

Yeah I’m talking about Guila x Jericho and Gowther x Slader.

Do I have wips of fics from these two ships in the depths of my computer in a folder named “.” so that nobody who enters in my documents can find them?

I do.

Would I ever post them? Probably not, I don’t want to make a fool of myself (however I posted one on wattpad in Spanish that I haven’t finished lmao)

Would I make them canon in my new fic: “In Another Life (Another Try)”? This is something only God and I know. I won’t give spoilers (but I’m a very predictable person, or maybe not~).

In conclusion: I’m in pain. Be thankful your ships are popular my friend.

[fictionkinfessions]

I don't recall being particularly close to Ban in my canon... But. I have a plush of him that was a comfort plushie before I discovered I was Gowther, and it's quickly becoming a comfort plushie again. He's nice to hold as I sleep... Augh, this is making me fluster knowing most of my friends who are in 7DS kin circles likely know my asks from a mile away.

My heart steers me towards Slader most, but. Ban, you are quite comfortable... How curious these feelings are...

-Gowther

x

[librathefangirl]

A Debt to Pay - Chapter 2

ao3 (Chapter 2/3; 2/4k+)

Febuwhump Day 19: "You deserve this".

Warnings: Blood and Injury, Torture, Kidnapping.

At long last: chapter 2!! ;D

It should be noted that this fic does not follow canon timeline. The defeat of the Demon King has happened, but Escanor is still alive and the whole chaos thing with Merlin has not happened.

Read Chapter 1 here! Read Chapter 2 on ao3 or under the cut!

In hindsight, Meliodas had not thought this one through. At all. Not that he would have changed anything given the chance. He stood by his decision. There was no way he could have actually let Gowther go through with that stupid plan of his. Confronting – going off alone! – with a demon who wanted to kill you was insanity. Maybe that made Meliodas the biggest hypocrite around, but he didn’t care. He was the captain; Gowther was his responsibility. He was not about to let him kill himself.

That being said, Meliodas probably should have put a little bit more thought into this – thought about what would happen after he got Gowther out of harm’s way. Galvina certainly had. There was no improvising on her part. She’d had a solid plan going into this from start to finish, the only thing that had changed was him for Gowther. For what it was worth, that meant Meliodas’ plan had worked. Now he just needed to figure out the end of the story.

A lot easier said than done. At least if you were looking for a happy ending. The moment they had stepped through the portal, Galvina had slapped a pair of handcuffs around Meliodas’ wrists. It was a solid pair, well-made and high quality. Thick but light, the black-ish metal glinting ominously in the light of the sun. Recognition pricked at his mind; he knew these cuffs. To Meliodas there seemed to be a hum to them, but he knew that was his imagination. He did know this kind of cuffs, they were completely silent to those around them. He’d never actually been on this side of them before. The moment they had shut around his nest, he’d felt the pull and grip of them; the feeling that there should have been a hum louder than a wasp’s nest. They’d been crafted by a demon with the intent to be used against his own kind, as was the Demon King’s wish – a pair of handcuffs capable of inhibiting even the demon clan’s powers.

Guess he wasn’t going to fight his way out of this one.

“Where are we?” Meliodas asked, looking over his shoulder at Galvina. The only response he got was Galvina glaring at him and shoving him harshly to keep him moving. Meliodas resisted the urge to roll his eyes and instead looked around as they continued their walk. If he were to guess they’d entered one of the pocket dimensions existing in-between the human and demon realms. They weren’t widely known – although most things regarding the demon realm weren’t widely known amongst the humans – but easily accessible if you knew the right way. Truth be told, Meliodas was relieved. He hadn’t been in the Demon Realm in 3,000 years. He wasn’t sure he was ready to go back there just yet. He especially didn’t want to make that trip with a demon criminal who planned to kill him.

– X –

Fine. I accept your deal. I guess he has learned his lesson about following orders now. So, I’ll take my justice with you. Let’s go!

It felt like Gowther was trapped in a Nightmare Teller.

Don’t leave.

Except this wasn’t some crafted nightmare.

You’re gonna be okay.

This wasn’t a nightmare at all.

Is-... Is this goodbye?

This was all real.

I hope not .

An unalterable reality crafted by Gowther’s own actions.

Look after the others for me, will you?

“Are you okay?”

Gowther startled at Elizabeth’s question. He blinked repetitiously, his focus returning to the present. It didn’t feel any less like a nightmare. Elizabeth sat down beside him, meeting his gaze with a weak smile and eyes glistening with unshed tears. Gowther looked down at the floor. She was worried about him. She shouldn’t be – if anything, she should be blaming him.

“I’m fine. Merlin fixed me.”

Elizabeth shook her head, “That’s not what I meant. How are you feeling?”

Gowther didn’t want to think about that. For once, he didn’t want to understand, he didn’t want to feel it at all. He wished he could look at this without any feeling. Maybe he would still have come to the same conclusion his heart was. The facts pointed to one thing.

“This is all my fault.”

“No,” Elizabeth immediately insisted. “It’s not, Gowther. I know that for certain.”

“How?” Gowther watched as she took his hand in hers, a warm feeling slowly starting to spread through him at her kindness and attempt to comfort. “You weren’t there.”

“Because I know Meliodas.” Gowther looked up at her face just in time to see a tear slide down her cheek. “Because this is what he does. Always has been.”

A soft smile graced Elizabeth’s lips as she looked off to the side. Her gaze turned distant, trapped in memories long ago; maybe back in those early days with Meliodas, maybe somewhere in the multitude of lifetimes they’d shared since.

“Whatever happens,” Elizabeth squeezed his hand gently, “Meliodas will try to protect the people who matter the most to him, no matter the cost. Especially if it’s his own life.”

Her words hung heavy in the air between them. Logically, Gowther saw the truth in them. He might not have known Meliodas through all the lifetimes Elizabeth had, but he still knew him. Meliodas, who’d made himself a traitor to his own kind and family, to fight by Elizabeth’s side. Meliodas, who’d almost turned himself into the one thing he didn’t want to become, to end the curse and save Elizabeth from more suffering. Meliodas, who’d tried to face the Demon King alone, to keep the others away and not have them risk their lives for him any further.

“But,” Elizabeth continued with another reassuring squeeze. “We will find him.”

The tears still shone in Elizabeth’s eyes, yet her gaze was steely. She held her head high, any trace of fear gone from her face. She looked the epitome of the princess she was raised as, but also every bit the goddess who had dared to stand against the gods. Gowther didn’t have to look in her mind to know that whatever doubt she still held was now locked away tightly. To her, there was only one end to this.

Gowther envied her confidence; the refusal to believe this might end in tragedy. The future was too uncertain, the factors too many. Galvina’s behavior alone foretold a different outcome. She was explosive in her actions, driven by her thirst for revenge almost to the point of madness. At the same time, she was determined too; she knew what she wanted and how to get it. She was not about to let anything get in her way. Gowther wasn’t sure they would find Meliodas in time.

– X –

The destination of their journey turned out to be a cross between a cave and an old cottage, or an old wooden cottage jammed into the cracks of a mountain. It seemed a perfect match for Galvina; cold, callous, and firmly stuck in the past. Galvina wasted no time shoving Meliodas inside. As soon as they entered, Meliodas felt the drop in temperature. If he’d been human, he would probably have been shivering. As it was, the low temperature just burned across his skin. The wound on his arm felt especially hot, like a small fire dug into his flesh. When the door shut behind them, Galvina didn’t even bother to lock it. Not that it really mattered. Galvina quickly dragged Meliodas to the wall opposite the door. His back was slammed roughly against the wall, the cuffs threatening to break the skin on his wrists as Galvina attached them to a dangling hook hanging from the ceiling. 

Meliodas’ new position strained painfully through his shoulders and back. No matter how much he stretched, the height of the hook left his feet barely touching the ground, forcing his cuffed wrists to support most of his weight. His cut arm had gone from a small burn to sending ripples of fire throughout his body. Meliodas breathed harshly through his nose, trying to let the new pains wash over him. Once they were firmly shoved to the back of his mind, he redirected his attention to Galvina again.

She had started pacing. A small dust cloud followed in her steps, the sound of them echoing in the small room. Her hands moved quickly in harsh jerking movements. The fluidity she had shown earlier in the fight was all gone now. Similarly, Meliodas could feel himself losing the confidence he’d had when initially confronting Galvina. Though, truth to be told, that confidence had been more of the failure-is-not-an-option variety than the this-is-gonna-end-well kind. Meliodas had always been confident in his own ability; he’d also learned quickly how to be confident even when he wasn’t. A part of him had known this wouldn’t end well, but he had known he could keep Gowther from taking the fall for it too. Gowther was his responsibility, and so was Galvina. As the leader of the Ten Commandments, he was the one who deserved her rage.

Galvina finally came to a stop in front of him, her jaw clenched so tight Meliodas would have worried for her teeth – that was if she hadn’t been plotting his painful demise that very second. For a moment, they both just stared at each other. The only sounds in the room were the slight rattle of the hook’s chain and their strained breathing; Meliodas’ from the position he’d been forced into, Galvina’s from poorly suppressed emotions.

“Don’t you have anything to say for yourself?”

Meliodas tilted his head to the side, taking her in. Her jaw was still clenched enough to make her words sound sharp and forced. The tension running through the rest of her body was almost palpable. Meliodas was in no position to oppose her, not with the restraints hindering his movements and powers. Right now, all he had were his words. 

“What exactly do you want me to say, Galvina?”

Her eyes flashed, miasma leaking out from her like a physical manifestation of her hatred; “That you regret ruining my life!”

Regret… Right. Galvina saw herself as the only victim here. She was putting all the blame on the Demon King and those following his rule. She wasn’t wrong about that, nor about Meliodas’ part in this – but she was also completely disregarding the pain she herself had caused, the civilians’ lives she had ruined. Just like she had been about to do all over again, attacking Gowther for something that hadn’t been his choice.

On one hand, Meliodas could appease her rage, feign a confession for all his wrongdoings, and apologize for even the parts he didn’t regret. This whole ordeal would probably be a lot less painful for him if he did. On the other hand, it wasn’t in Meliodas’ nature. He had learned a long time ago not to let others scare him into submission, even if they had power over him – and Galvina had the power to kill him today. Meliodas hadn’t been born as the most feared demon; he had grown up around demons who were stronger than him, bigger than him, older than him. Even if Meliodas couldn’t do anything to defend himself, he wasn’t about to just submit to her either. If he did he was telling her she was right, and then there would be nothing stopping her from taking her revenge on Gowther as well. Meliodas could only trust that she would honor their deal for as long as he was still alive. He could pray she’d stick to it even after his death, but he couldn’t count on it. By then at least the others should be all caught up. They would keep Gowther safe.

“You don’t want me to say that,” Meliodas responded at last.

“Do NOT tell me what I want!”

“You don’t just want me to say it, you want me to actually regret it. But I don’t. I told you before, Galvina, I’d do it all again.”

She didn’t explode at that like Meliodas had expected she would. Not that it meant that her reaction was any safer for him. Meliodas was well aware of the all-silent kind of wrath, and just how deadly it could be.

Galvina leaned closer, her breath blowing in his face with every hissed word, “I will make you regret it.”

Yeah, this isn’t going to end well , Meliodas thought to himself as Galvina turned around. She walked over to the wall to the left with determined steps.

The room they were in was scarcely furnished. To the right of where Meliodas was hanging were the bare necessities: a bed, a chair, and a table with the remains of a meal. On the other side, the wall that Galvina had approached buckled and bent with the mountain it was embedded in. On one of the few flat portions hung several weapons. All sharp and deadly. Galvina knew how to properly wield them too. She, just like Meliodas, had been raised in a war. For a while, it had felt like fighting was all Meliodas knew how to do. He wasn’t sure Galvina had ever left it behind. Her hand trailed over her assorted weapons; brushing over a double-bladed axe; testing the weight of a curved dagger; before finally she picked up a spear with a slender head that no doubt could still cause serious damage.

I’m sorry, Elizabeth – gods he wished he could see her face one last time – I can’t give you the life I promised.

Galvina returned to Meliodas, the spear now held tightly in one hand. As she met his gaze, he saw no remorse. In her eyes, she wasn’t doing anything that wasn’t her right. This was why she’d never been offered a spot in the Ten Commandments. This self-centered entitlement that had left ruins in her wake with no regard for enemy, ally, or civilian alike. Even if Meliodas had trusted her on his team, his father would never have trusted in her loyalty.

“Last chance, traitor.”

An eerie calm surrounded her. There was no reasoning with her, Meliodas knew, no way out of this. Ge just hoped Elizabeth and the Seven Deadly Sins would stay away from here.

“I can’t give you what you want.”

Galvina pressed her lips together, taking a deep breath through her nose; “Fine.”

She moved with fluidity and speed, barely giving  Meliodas any time to react before she had driven the spear into his leg. The edges of his vision blurred as a blinding pain erupted through his body. Galvina kept pushing and pushing, pulling a scream Meliodas couldn’t suppress, and she didn’t stop until the spear hit the wall behind him. Finally, Galvina let go of the spear. Both she and Meliodas were breathing heavily. Blood oozed out around the spear, slowly running down the front and back of his leg and pooling on the ground under him. Galvina leaned down close to his face once more, meeting his gaze without hesitation.

“You deserve this.”

The stench of blood hung thickly in the air. It made Meliodas feel woozy – or maybe that was the pain? Or the blood loss? No, not the blood loss. The impalement had been clean, missing anything too important, while the spear itself kept most of the blood from spilling out of the wounds.

“You – ugh – you really think so… huh?”

Galvina turned around and walked over to the weapons again, “And soon you will too.”

– X –

Tension filled the room. Gowther and Elizabeth sat in silence now, his hand still cradled in hers. As time had passed, the others had gathered around them too. They were scattered around the room in various states of worry. Diane sat on Gowther’s other side, biting her lip. Escanor was basically shaking with anxiety as he eyed the door Merlin had disappeared through earlier. King had abandoned his position by Diane’s side in favor of stopping Ban from destroying the wall. Ban was… still destroying the wall. King’s efforts seemed rather futile. To Gowther it looked like it was more about having something to do than actually saving the wall. King did look the least anxious out of them. Gowther could understand it. He was doing the same thing right now, watching the others instead of thinking about the fate he had doomed Meliodas to.

Suddenly the door slammed open. The room froze, all of them staring at Merlin with bated breath.

“I know where they are."

To Be Continued