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Hello, how are you? I've missed you so much. I don't know if your requests are open, but I'd like to ask you this, please.
Lancelot has been searching for years for Meliodas' youngest daughter, Tristan's twin, who disappeared under strange circumstances. Someone as strong as her wouldn't give up without a fight. She supposedly disappeared 1 year before Lancelot.
While investigating the disappearance of some children in a village near Lyon, Meliodas's father was worried for a while but didn't order the knights to search for her.
Lancelot saw her a couple of times before, in her spiritual form, or in his dreams. The last time he saw her, she looked at him with melancholy and told him it was okay that he no longer sought her out.
Lancelot was helping his uncle Meliodas with the bar. When the boy goes to the basement for more alcohol, he sees a strange wall, noticing that it isn't really a wall.
As she approaches, she notices him and discovers her uncle's great secret. The princess of Liones has been sealed inside a goddess's amber all this time.
Then Meliodas mentions to Lancelot that he shouldn't have discovered it. And the reason the girl was sealed was because of her immense amount of power, which even hurt her. Lancelot asks who else knows. Meliodas replies that no one else does. Lancelot tries to read the sealed girl's thoughts, but perhaps because of the amber, he can't. Can I ask you for a Lancelot for Meliodas and Elizabeth's daughter, Tristan's sister, please?
Demon You Know



Lancelot x Tristan’s Sister!Reader
Summary || Rock after rock, message after message. But the truth was right under his nose the entire time. did it always have to hurt?
Note // At this point, you could’ve written it yourself lol. you've given me much material to work with though, my brain keeps drawing to blank lmao. what I find criminal is that we've never had any interactions with solely Lancelot and Elizabeth though, they gotta have some kinda platonic kinship, it'd be so adorable (fyi brackets are flashbacks/memory sequences). Anyway—Hope you like~
If there was one thing that consisted with Lancelot, the prince of Benwick---he was relentless. Akin to his mother. He may have inherited many genetic traits from his father, but it was one thing at heart that they both shared as mother and son.
being relentless.
he had goals, personal ones. however, the one thing that stood at the top of his list? you. you disappeared not long after he did, and he was admittedly worried when he found out not long after he came back. it was so sudden, imminent.
What were you like now? gentle.. kind even. Lancelot was puzzled, worried, confused. a mixture of emotions that stewed within the blonde, especially with everything else that has been transpiring so far. he couldn't help but be worried about you, he's searched and searched.
Lancelot knew you were far too strong, too persistent to just give up without a fight. it bewildered the shapeshifter, and he always asked questions that even remotely related to you. But—
each and every question perished at the thought of you, at the thought of the impossibility that you no longer existed. that alone was what made his heart tighten, and he's one of the few hybrids having the ability to read hearts.
despite bearing such a stoic and responsible persona, his emotions can easily break the dam. which was something that he hated so much, so much so that he tried his damndest not to break at every dead-end, at every wall that was too tall to climb. Lancelot didn't even want to consider the impossibility every time it was brought up to him by someone else, his brow was furrowed, too easy to miss.
and they've always noticed of course, Lancelot was somebody who always cared and poured his own way of loving with all his effort. Tristan knew that, Percy did: Hell, even Donny.
Of course Queen Elizabeth did too.
you've always taken after her, in terms of personality. not too unlike Tristan. despite your easy temperamental nature, you held a unique and inherent kindness that far surpasses his ability to fight. he'll admit that much, not to anyone else of course. Her Majesty is, and always has been concerned for his health, and by all rights, worried for you. you are her daughter, both in blood and action.
Lancelot doesn't miss the way the queen is always trodden with an inexplicable sense of sadness, drawing a longing glance at an empty space beside her son. she wishes for both her children back, in the same room together, and he'd be damned if he couldn't do something about that.
["are you alright?"
he asks this question, so suddenly amidst the silence of the everyday royal duties. the worn down shoulders deflate, feeling the weight of the soreness wring his muscles. The queen, eyes with triskelion symbols always seemingly all-knowing flit to his, and she smiles. even with it all, she smiles.
Lancelot envies that.
Elizabeth takes a deep breath, wavering between even, and uneven. the queen squares her shoulders, lifting her head high with both confidence and gentleness. "you're always so worried for everyone Lancelot."
"hard not to." he responds curtly, eyes flashing over to the open air window. Lancelot feels the way the wind ghosts his skin. of course, he keeps his hands firmly in the confines of his pockets. a practiced ease he's so used to, he's not as jumpy as he used to be when he was only ten.
Elizabeth tilts her head, "I admire that quality, it's a rarity I often only found in your mother."
He swears to suppress the heat that rushes to his neck, and nods. Lancelot blinks slowly, trying to collect himself. "guess it runs in the family." he admits, shrugging while he spoke.
The queen laughs, the warmth of it swells in his chest. he appreciates it, "I would hope so, it's a fond quality to have my dear."
He stays silent, waiting for her to continue. Lancelot senses there was more, and he wasn't one to interrupt a woman.
"...I miss her," she pauses, crossing her arms. "I know you've been looking for her, constantly." Lancelot's lips purse, not so used to his penchant of chasing even the wildest of gooses—you—hang mid-air. His head hangs low, his left hand now rubbing the back of his neck.
"M'sorry." he says, and not too long after, he feels a comforting pressure weigh down his shoulder. Lancelot finally looks up, and his eyes widen.
Elizabeth's eyes borderline rimmed red with tears, "you've nothing to apologize for."
And for what it was worth, he deeply appreciated the sentiment. yet the way her thoughts suddenly ran so cold, so devoid of any warmth almost scared the boy.
That was the first time he's seen Her Majesty so deeply, utterly, vulnerable.]
Lancelot's grip around his wrist tightens, and he hates that. He rubs the soreness, feeling around the skeleton that lays beneath the flesh of his hardened skin. He's been on every lead possible, damn near a hellhound. But he doesn't succeed.
His successions presents themselves only in combat, only in his opponents who cower as he shreds the last bit of hope they ever have of walking away from the fight alive. a stark contrast to his own, a stone of hope, for something; that is slowly being chipped away one by one every time he fails in finding a solid path to you. but he stays strong, in hopes for something. anything at this point, and he hates that too.
virtually nothing can tear him away from the thought of finally, finally finding you. he waits, and he dreams of the mere thought.
nonetheless, Lancelot finds himself falling to his knees. something he never does, when you tell him that it was alright to not seek you out anymore.
he questions, he begs. Lancelot pleads with you, 'what about your brother? your mother?' and his heart infinitely breaks when you tell him that very sentence.
["you don't have to seek me out anymore, Lance," you said, cupping his face. his fists ball up, lax, and ball up again. they're nearly white at the peaks of his knuckles. the dream wisps at the edges of your appearance, softening the edges of your once child-like demeanor.
the prince shakes his head in disbelief.
"wh-what?" Lancelot stutters, and your heart squeezes at his tone, but you don't falter.
"you don't have to seek me out anymore, it's okay." you repeat, closing your eyes, and leaning your forehead against his. Lancelot doesn't respond, his body just goes limp at the contact.]
fuck that.
he wasn't going to obey anything of that sort, not on your words. there was no fucking way he was going to do that. Lancelot wasn't just going to leave you alone. you've been gone for nearly nine years, and it was nine years too long.
even if it was just on a lone act of desperation, Lancelot was gonna find you. he'd particularly burn all of Britannia to do it if he had too, and that was no feasible thing he'd admit to alone.
admittedly he was driving himself crazy trying to find you, and with everything else weighing down his shoulders, Lancelot was indubitably surprised that he didn't snap at the drop of the smallest thing that he didn't account for.
lately, he's been investing the disappearances of the village children near Lyon. each and every one traces back with the same similar detail.
whisked away, misty footsteps but nothing else. he senses something deeper beneath it all. but he couldn't find himself trying to figure out the perpetrator. regardless of it, it's something he's been committing to, as the king of Liones himself had taken the solemnity of bestowing such a task to Lancelot.
and being who he is, never turned down the king's requests. especially he shared a deep familial bond with the king, despite the difference in their status.
Lancelot was making his rounds in the streets of the kingdom, familiar walkways penetrate his vision. the prince doesn't miss the cracks that had been forming overtime due to the countless amount of footsteps that had walked these very paths.
footfalls ring in the back of his mind.
"hey lance!" he snaps his head up at the casual tone of the call, and he recognizes it immediately.
King Meliodas himself, the very man who his thoughts fell on as of late. Lancelot watches as the king swaggers over to him, not a single falter in his bounciness. he keeps his hands where they usually are, feeling his rigid stance soften in the face of the king's presence.
"uncle." he finally acknowledges, and the grin on the king's face widened. Lancelot almost winced, worried about the way his skin seemed to stretch. always having room for even the slightest bit of joy, and Lancelot appears to be a contender: constantly.
Lancelot tilts his head, deciding to shift the focus. "what's up?"
"I was curious if you wanted to help me at the bar today," then he shifts on the balls of his feet, the heels clacking against the stone pavement. "I figured an extra hand wouldn't hurt---and you're already nearby." Meliodas chuckles.
Lancelot shrugs, a vehemently easy reminder of his habit. something that he's done so much, it was his way of saying 'yes' or otherwise 'sure'. Meliodas perks up with a much more relaxed grin, and turns around as he made his way to their destination.
the blonde of course, follows.

The two carried themselves with relative ease, having practiced a similar routine before without trouble. Of course Lancelot had once before when he was newer to assisting Meliodas, made a few mistakes of his own; but with time, he improved.
As he always had.
“Hey, mind getting more booze?” Meliodas asks, already leaning beneath the wooden counter in the kitchen side of the bar.
Lancelot had already been weaving through the tables, cleaning them down thoroughly with cloth. He knows that the king wouldn’t mind him if he faltered a bit, but his immaculate eye for detail won’t let him. The cleanliness isn’t something that Lancelot passes up.
He stops his ministrations, sharp eyes flickering over to the doorway that led down to the basement. Or otherwise more commonly known as the cellar.
“M’kay.” Lancelot simply responds, and he does as instructed. Leaving the rag ajar on the table he currently had been attending to.
Footfall becomes less and less indiscriminate as he moves into the cold empty space.
However, his own comments become increasingly spaced out as he senses something. His confidence wavering as he makes it to the floor.
Lancelot stood frozen, staring at the wall in the basement. It wasn’t just any wall; it radiated an unfamiliar energy, an unsettling aura that gnawed at his instincts. His fingers brushed against the stone, and as if responding to his touch, the wall shimmered. He took a step closer, his heart pounding in his chest. Beneath the surface, faint glimmers of light pulsed. He had seen something like this before… but this was different. This was not a mere enchantment or trick of the eye.
And then he saw you.
There you were, suspended within a strange amber, your face pale yet serene, eyes closed. The amber glowed softly, a faint heartbeat in the otherwise still air. Lancelot’s throat tightened as his heart skipped a beat. He recognized you instantly — your presence, even in this ethereal form, was undeniable. The princess of Liones. His uncle’s secret, hidden in plain sight for all these years.
"Uncle...?" Lancelot’s voice barely broke the silence, tinged with disbelief.
Meliodas stepped into the room, his face betraying a deep sorrow. He sighed heavily, as if he had been expecting this moment for a long time.
"You shouldn’t have found out," Meliodas murmured, his voice heavy with regret. "But... now you have."
Lancelot’s mind raced. He had always suspected there was more to the story of the princess, of the mysterious disappearance that no one ever spoke of. But this... this was far beyond what he had ever imagined.
"What happened to her?" Lancelot asked, his voice barely a whisper, but the weight of his words hung heavily in the air.
Meliodas’ gaze softened. "Her power… it was too great, Lancelot. Far beyond what anyone could control. Even she couldn’t contain it. The amber is a prison, but it also protects her. She’s been sealed inside for her own safety, and the safety of everyone else.”
Lancelot’s fists clenched, his nails biting into his palms. He could feel the rage building inside him, but also a deep, overwhelming sadness. "So... she's been here all this time? Trapped in this... this cage?"
Meliodas nodded solemnly. "Yes. I couldn’t bear to tell you, or anyone else. Not until you were ready. Not until you understood why."
Lancelot stepped forward, his eyes fixed on your sealed form, his gaze softening. "Can she… feel anything? Is there any way to reach her?"
Meliodas hesitated before answering, the look in his eyes full of sorrow. "I’ve tried… but the amber prevents anyone from reaching her. Not even you, Lancelot."
Lancelot’s brow furrowed, frustration mounting as he extended his hand, his magic swirling in the air around him. His connection to others' thoughts, to their hearts, had always been strong. It was one of his most powerful gifts. But this... this amber was blocking him. He could feel it — the barrier, thick and unyielding, separating him from you.
"Why didn’t you tell me earlier?" Lancelot’s voice trembled with an emotion he couldn’t quite name. Was it anger? Sadness? Fear? Or was it something far more personal?
"I had to protect you from this truth. From the pain of knowing," Meliodas replied softly. "And because… I didn’t want you to make the same mistake I made."
Lancelot turned back to his uncle, his eyes hardening, but the sadness still lingered. "What mistake?"
Meliodas let out a long, tired sigh. "I thought I could control everything. That I could protect her, protect everyone, by keeping this secret. But in the end, it only hurt her more."
Lancelot’s mind raced as he looked back at your form. He could feel the weight of your power, even sealed away like this, and he understood why it had been locked away. But now, seeing the truth laid bare, he couldn’t just walk away. He couldn’t leave you like this, trapped and forgotten.
"I won’t stop looking for a way to free her," Lancelot said, his voice firm, determination burning in his chest. "Even if I have to do it alone."
Meliodas stepped forward, placing a hand on Lancelot’s shoulder. "I don’t want you to face this alone either, Lancelot. But you must be careful. Some powers... are not meant to be released."
Lancelot turned to face his uncle, his magenta eyes flashing with a mix of resolve and quiet understanding. "I know. But I have to try. I owe her that much."
As the silence stretched between them, Lancelot’s thoughts lingered on the words you had spoken to him in his dreams. The words that had haunted him for so long. *"It’s okay, Lancelot. Don’t look for me anymore."*
But now, standing in this cold basement, with the amber glowing faintly in front of him, he knew he couldn’t stop. He wouldn’t stop.
He owed it to you.
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ban thinks he’s adorable 🥹❤️
#digital art#digital illustration#digital drawing#seven deadly sins#seven deadly sins fanart#anime#anime fanart#nanatsu no taizai#seven deadly sins anime#nnt#nanatsunotaizai#nanastu no taizai ban#lancelot 4koa#lancelot 4kota#lancelot#four knights of the apocalypse#4kota sin#4kota lancelot#4kota fanart#ban 7ds#sds ban#nnt ban#ban nnt#ban nanatsu no taizai#seven deadly sins ban#ban#mokushiroku no yonkishi
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Honestly, I think Lancelot was Elaine's spoiled little boy. Elaine loved spoiling him way too much, and Ban would jokingly try to put up some weak resistance to stop their kid from being overly pampered. But every time Elaine wasn’t around, Ban would spoil Lancelot however he could—bringing him gifts, playing with him, and giving in to his every whim. Of course, whenever someone caught him doing it, he’d deny it right away.
#lancelot 4koa#4koa#nanatsu no taizai#elaine#ban nanatsu no taizai#mokushiroku no yonkishi#seven deadly sins
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Y’all see this?:

That is an old draft that’s been sitting in my draft box for months. However with the leaks from the current chapter we have now seen something…

…unemofied Chion. Do you understand what that means?
I was right about the Chion thing, and wrong about Tristan. This means… 50/50 shot we get bald Lancelot.
Be scared.
#4kota#4koa#7ds#four knights of the apocalypse#4kota chion#chion#nanatsu no taizai#nnt#sds#seven deadly sins#tristan liones#lancelot 4koa#4kota lancelot#lancelot
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Lancelot has got it rough
First a 12 year old comes of nowhere, kisses him and proclaims that they are destined to be together
Then his former family friend, some one who he thought was a sister to him, who ran away to join a genocidal fascist, proclaims that she was I love with him since he was 10
All of this happened in the span of like 3 hours


It’s not like he can confide in his family, his uncle’s basically invented the waiting game


#nanatsu no taizai#mokushiroku no yonkishi#the seven deadly sins#four knights of the apocalypse#lancelot 4koa#Guinevere 4koa#Jericho#meliodas#Diane#elizabeth liones#king
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my 4kota sexuality head cannons bc why the fuck not???
(Again, these are my head cannons you don’t have to like them. It is ok if u disagree with me about this but this is just how i feel about the characters plz no hate :’( )
Anyways, lets get started!!
Tristan!



I believe Tristan is a VERY bisexual and genderfluid mess. He would for one day dress more masculine, another day feminine, or gender neutral. I also feel like he would have this dilemma on who to chose between Isolde or Lancelot (plz pic Isolde)
2. Lancelot



For Lancelot from what i have seen he has trouble with romantic relationships and he doesn’t look really interested in them but still desires to know what they feel like. He’d probably ask Tristan or Meliodas for advice.
3. Gawain



Ah yes, my butch lesbian<3. When i first watched her introduction in the anime and she said that they had interrupted her romance thing with Isolde (idk i don’t remember) I went crazy running around the room screaming that she was a lesbian. My mom entered the room like i was possessed by a ghost. Anyway, i feel like she would try to flirt with any girl that is in a 10 mile radius.
4. Percival



I feel like Percival would like anyone and everyone but also wouldn’t know what a love or sexual relationship is. He would be really innocent and treat people with kindness and love but at the same time have no clue wth is a relationship.
Anyways that it for today let me know if y’all liked my head cannons and if i should add more
BYE<3
#nanatsu no taizai#seven deadly sins#4kota#fanfiction#headcannons#4koa#mokushiroku no yonkishi#4 knights of the apocalypse#my headcanons#plz no hate <3#lancelot 4koa#tristan liones#lancelot#gawain#percival#Tristan 4koa#Percival 4koa#Gawain 4koa
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Lancelot, my brother in Christ…. YOU CANT PULL HIS SHIRT AND THEN LOOK DOWN IT‼️
I cannot keep running rounds with you dawg 😭 Please be straight for two damn seconds. Like at this point might as well put a damn rainbow over his head 😭
His eyes are not that low 🙏
#tristan liones#think straight thoughts#please bro#I can’t keep doing this with you#tristan is gay for lancelot#And Lancelot is gay for Tristan#This whole movie Lance was checking him out 😭#bro is zesty#mokushiroku no yonkishi#4kota#four knights of the apocalypse#tristan x lance#lancelot 4koa#lance x tristan#tristan x lance 😍#tristan#lantris#anime and manga#lancelot#percival#gawain#arthur pendragon
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Tristan Liones (Half-Light AU) Design!
AAAAAAAAA LOOK AT MY SOOOOOONNNN!!! My cousin did an AMAZING job bringing my HF!Tristan to life! I love how he turned out! Definitely more conservative than most royals as he follows the Faith of the Seraphim, but still has that royal elegance to him! Just in LOVE with this design! I think Lancelot should be coming along here soon as well! I hope you guys like him as much as I do!
#nanatsu no taizai#mokushiroku no yonkishi#the seven deadly sins#the four knights of the apocalypse#tristan liones#lancelot#meliodas#elizabeth liones#4kota#nnt#4kota tristan#lancelot 4koa#lancetris#trislance#triscelot#trilance
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Guys, let's be serious. Tristan is Lancelot's true number 1 fan and I don't allow any objections.🤭


#seven deadly sins#tristanliones#the four knights of the apocalypse#tristan#4kota#lancelotxtristan#lancelot#trilance#lantri#lancelot x tristan#tristan liones#lancelot 4koa#art drawing#art#gay boys#fan
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Can I get more Dynamyte headcannons please they’re my life support 😭🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻
OMG! HI! This is my first question I've ever gotten! I don't post much (if at all) because of the limited time I have on social media, but here goes. Dynamyte is one of my favorite 4kota ocs.
Dynamyte once had a near-alcohol poisoning
Dynamyte had a fit of giggles when he saw the fairy version of Lancelot. He looked like a grumpy fat cherub (Percy Jackson reference :D)
Zeldris, when he found out she was his lost daughter, tried to make her stay in the Demon Realm, naming her Octavia. Dynamyte hated this. Zeldris knew Octavia, not Dynamyte.
Zeldris had a fight with Meliodas because of this. He only stopped when Gelda said enough was enough.
Dynamyte almost cried when he saw Tristan after two years
I have the headcanon that Tristan being half goddess and half demon has a body that gets hot during the winter and cold during the summer. Dynamyte sleeps cuddled up to him during the winter, Tristan complains once or twice that Dynamyte is crushing him, but lets her and cuddles her (Tristan doesn't need Dynamyte to keep him warm during the winter, but he never complained when it happened). Percival soon joins them and before you know it, almost everyone is using Tristan as a heater, the poor guy.
Dynamyte likes to play with Tristan's hair.
Tristan, Dynamyte and Lancelot are a trio of gossipy old ladies.
Shortly after Jade's death, Dynamyte went out drinking and was found a few minutes later by Tristan, who did nothing more than sit next to her and grab a bottle of beer to drink with her. The rest of your friends find two drunks sleeping in the Boar Hat. (Edit: me inspirei na parte de uma fanfic no ao3)..
#4kota#mokushiroku no yonkishi#tristan liones#meliodas#four knights of the apocalypse#dynamyte#zeldris nnt#Percival#lancelot 4koa
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Could you do Tristan Lancelot and nasiens jealousy hc thing where someone is jealous of there relationship with their s/o and tries break the relationship up
“What? Hell No!”

Jealousy can be quite the unhealthy thing sometimes, particularly within or toward relationships. Each section may vary on length due to how well I was inspired, I also just used a random name for the jealous person in question.
Anyway, hope this is to your liking! :)
𝐓𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐧 𝐋𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐬
A deep unearthly heart, cries to the walls that confined it. The deep gestures were rather wounding, royal and peasant. The little insipid peanut was touching Tristan! You had dared to touch the prince of Liones, when you were meant to be far away from the white-haired prince.
No wonder, that you had unwillingly earned the glares and discontent from unsuspecting onlookers whom deigned your affection from one another. It wasn't really that easy to simply shake off, way too hard to do so anyway. You just tried to stay calm, and smile like you always do when you were around your lover, but you couldn't suppress the chill up your spine you get when you even garnered an ounce of affection toward Tristan.
Surely though, you were bound to be casted with such glares, you were prepared an expected such a thing since it was known and obvious that your relationship with Tristan existed. Just more out in the open now.
Yet, within the days passing you were unsure if you could handle the unbearable extent of the pressure. But you didn't want to bring up you worries with Tristan, after all, he had enough on his plate as a knight of apocalypse. But it was then and there, that you wondered just how long this cold go on before the gaze of your jealous onlooker only remained that -- a gaze. You wondered if they were truly going to act on their intent.
Tristan Liones, the prince of Liones, was nestled in a secluded garden of the palace with you, his significant other, enjoying a rare moment of peace. The garden, lush and blooming under the soft golden light of the setting sun, provided a tranquil refuge from the whirlwind of royal duties and battles. Tristan, in his usual blue and gold attire with his long silver hair catching the sunlight, had his arm wrapped around you, his expression relaxed and his usual stern demeanor softened by your presence.
As you both laughed over a shared joke, the sound of footsteps on the gravel path alerted you to an unwelcome presence. From the shadows, a figure emerged—Elara, a once-trusted noblewoman from a neighboring kingdom with a burning jealousy in her eyes. She had long harbored resentment toward the relationship between you and Tristan, feeling that she deserved his attention and favor more than anyone.
Underneath her graceful exterior, a dark, scheming intent brewed. She approached with a false smile, her voice dripping with honeyed malice as she inquired about your plans for the upcoming royal event.
You had already stepped forward and began your conversation with Elara, leaving Tristan to watch the both of you as it went.
"So, what do you plan to do? I could help you pick out a dress," Elara said, grinning as she held out her hand toward you. You shrugged, somewhat deigning confusion.
"That's really nice of you, but I think I got it." You nodded, putting your hands on your hips. "But I'm happy to see you there, right?"
Beneath, her blood almost boiled with anger and resentment. Elara was oh so close to just merely getting rid of you, but she sighed, gritting her teeth through a forced smile.
"Yes, I do hope to see you there."
Tristan’s gaze sharpened, sensing the underlying hostility. He gently squeezed your hand, his protective instincts kicking in. You turned your gaze, albeit subtly as you had noticed the squeezing of your hand right as can be.
Unperturbed, Elara proceeded with her veiled threats and subtle manipulations, trying to sow discord and drive a wedge between you and Tristan.
Her attempt was not just about personal gain but also a strategic move to destabilize the harmony within the royal family, hoping to exploit any cracks she could create.
Tristan's blue and emerald eyes, usually calm, now glinted with a stormy intensity as he silently vowed to shield you from her venomous schemes. His resolve was palpable, a mix of fierce loyalty and the unyielding determination of a prince and Holy Knight, ready to confront any threat to protect the love that meant the world to him. It truly was quite the complicated world to be in, when it came to royal and civilian (albeit you being a fellow knight) relationships.
Pressure was something undoubtedly difficult.
𝐋𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐥𝐨𝐭
Honestly, it would be a rarity to figure out that there would be anyone that would hold any jealousy of your relationship together. There isn't a lot alive who know about Lancelot, as he doesn't hold a lot of popularity among being the prince of Benwick. But there if there is, it could be a few former fairy friends that Lancelot used to have.
Among the thresholds of cruelty and malcontent, he may as well have stopped being friends with the insipid fairies for good reason. At each corner, at each four ends of the world he could only find liars and cheaters. Which had, at least casted him as an outlier due to his high walls and blunt aspect of his personality.
When word spread to the tiny nestled kingdom, or perhaps even throughout the land where there is those whom know him. It is full of surprise, his parents were both surprised but happy for their boy, and there are those who are just very much cool about the news. A small speck of resentment and jealousy had sparked however.
You certainly didn't expect to have such chills washing over you, the rubbish goose-bumps appearing then leaving as they were. It had left you wondering for sure, and they had only happened whenever you were near or even close to Lancelot.
Even if you had known about whomever seemed to be jealous of you two, Lancelot had already handled and took care of the situation. Reasonably, of course, he wasn't ill-mannered after all.
It was apparently to your surprise Cedric, one of Lancelot's former fairy friends, if he could even call them that however. Though, he had calmly resolved the situation and heard out Cedric, and from there had managed to direct him to better people to help manage his issues.
Cedric was one of his old friends back before he disappeared alongside with his attendant Jericho, and in knowing how suddenly powerful and strong he's got, loosely in the know about the extent of his chivalry (even toward you, but you knew how awkward Lance could be sometimes) as well.. had made Cedric jealous. So the fairy ended up confronting the blonde prince.
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There really isn't an ounce of jealousy or resentment that could be felt from anyone around you, Nasiens couldn't feel anything about it. They simply felt nothing, otherwise they were pretty much happy and content with their relationship with you.
If there truly was any jealousy that could be found, it would probably be hints of envy from Nasiens' friends that they somehow had found a lover or had been far more established way before they all did.
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he’s happy to see his son 🥹❤️
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I haven’t posted in forever 😥 Kinda feel like writing headcanons about Lancelot, Tristan, and Nasiens’ relationships with their parents.
I feel like Lancelot is totally a mama’s boy—Elaine would watch over him way too much, and that just made Jericho and Ban crack up at him. And Tristan? Before becoming a mama’s boy, he was 100% a daddy’s boy—he’d cry and freak out if Meliodas didn’t hold him.
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Wow, Gareth really has a sharp tongue and no mercy!

Also, that makes me very curious. What do the other 3 smell like?
I think Gawain smells like burn, more specifically like burning food, Lancelot probably smells like blood, and Tristan smells like dirt or mold. Very curious to know what they attract to!
Of course, I'm assuming that the 4 have this characteristic.
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Drew Lancelot and Sin from Four knights of the apocalypse and I gotta say I'm happy how it turned out after spending hours trying to find the right pictures and positioning for my reference.
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Isolde: I realized something very very bad yesterday. Dynamyte : What? Isolde: Tristan's sex talk and fighting talk are very similar. Tristan, talking to Lancelot while sparing: I'm going to mess you up real good, you won't be able to walk anymore tomorrow, I can do this all night! Dynamyte: ...Sooooo you and Tristan had *eyebrow wiggle* Isolde: THAT IS NOT THE POINT!
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