#meliodas & king fic

[amberskywrites]

Eternal

Chapter 25 - To Challenge

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Fandom / Genre: Nanatsu no Taizai (Seven Deadly Sins) / Canon-Divergent and Hurt/Comfort

Pairings: Meliodas/Elizabeth, Zeldris/Gelda, Meliodas & Zeldris & Elizabeth & Gelda

Overall Story Warnings: Angst with a happy ending, Canon-typical violence, Canonical character death, Canon temporary character death, Cursed characters, Lmk if I need to add anything else!

Chapter Warnings: None, lmk if there’s anything I need to add!

Story Summary:

Eternal…

life.

reincarnation.

silence.

and chains.

For 3,000 long and painful years, these four have been doing all they can to lift their curses. They have failed, again and again and again. With only a sliver of hope left, they try once more.

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Or, what if Zeldris accepted Meliodas’ offer to go with him 3,000 years ago?

King had no words, his brow furrowed as he stared up at his sister’s ghost- spirit- soul. Despite the indifference she plastered on her face - and how he ached, seeing the indifference, when he remembered her being so expressive - he could feel her anger, her righteous anger with him, no matter how he tried to deny it’s existence.

Her words registered.

He didn’t know Ban?

He didn’t know Ban?

He could have scoffed, if he wasn’t so paralyzed by the surety in her voice.

Of course he knew Ban.

He knew he was selfish, and greedy, and careless, reckless, and apathetic. He knew he didn’t give a damn who he hurt, so long as he got what he wanted in the end. He’d seen it, again and again and again while with the Sins. And he never understood how someone so seemingly good as Meliodas could tolerate such behavior, how he let it fly, any of it.

Although…

King pretended to be those things with the Holy Knights.

Could…

Could it be an act? Could it be exaggerated?

…

King blinked, and forced the thoughts away. No, he couldn’t be thinking of that now.

Elaine tilted her head, looking at him, but not really. It was like she was seeing right through him, right to his core. Like she was…

oh.

King inhaled shakily.

She was always much better at reading hearts.

Neither of them had a chance to say anything, though. The ground shook under King, a loud rumble reverberating through the air. Elaine’s head snapped up in the direction that Ban had run, and King followed her gaze.

The power radiating towards them was immense, once again familiar intertwined with an aura that was so familiar King could cry just feeling it again after so many years of giving up on getting that chance. Getting to his feet, King could see the smoke billowing in the distance, and he could imagine just how big that blast had to be, for the black smoke to be that thick and taking up that much of the Necropolis.

He didn’t get a chance to ponder it longer, for just as it was processing what was going on, he was nearly barreled over.

He shook his head, trying to look down at whatever had run into him, only to come face-to-face with Princess Elizabeth, staring at him with wide eyes herself.

“Sir King!” she exclaimed, a smile flitting onto her face as she slid off Hawk, who had plopped onto the ground in front of them. She gave him a pat, although she never turned away from King. “I’m glad you’re okay - the others, there’s a-”

“A Holy Knight,” he finished.

Elizabeth nods almost frantically. “She’s- she’s strong, and the others are fighting but, I don’t know how well they’re faring.” There was yet another blast, not as intense as the ones before, but much closer. “They’re being driven back, again and again,” she rushes out. “Maybe you could help them?”

“Help them?”

“To drive out the Holy Knight! To keep them safe!”

King hesitated, and he watched as the smile that had appeared upon stumbling across him faded.

King was struck then, in the next few seconds as Elizabeth stared at him, that she was quite good at reading people, and terrible at hiding her feelings. Even he, terrible at reading hearts, could hear the echoes of disappointment and doubt that flitted through her mind as she seemed to realize that he would even hesitate to help the others - would hesitate to protect them.

Her eyes flickered to behind him, and the feeling of understanding projected over him, and King whirled around. Elaine was looking down at Elizabeth, though King was sure she couldn’t see Elaine, but his sister was looking at the princess with such a pitying look, pitying and - and knowing sadness.

Elaine flicked her eyes to him.

“If you want to start mending burned bridges, brother…” She looked back to Elizabeth, and began to flicker in and out of corporeal form. “I think you know where you should begin.”

King swallowed, holding himself straighter just as Elaine turned once again to the lights, and he turned back to Elizabeth. She was watching him, her head tilted and a small crease in her brows, and King wonders if she was able to hear Elaine. But she shouldn’t have…

Flames rose into the air truly not far from them, purple and red dancing together as the loud sound of swords clashing echoes off the gems that make up the Necropolis. Elizabeth looks from the flames to King, her expression shifting into one of determination, a challenge.

“Are you truly not going to help, Sin of Sloth?” she asks. “Are you really going to wait, again?”

Again.

Again?

How would she- does she know?

No, she couldn’t possibly know.

But she was challenging him? Him? Did she not know anything about him? Who he is—was?

…

Well…

He supposed she wouldn’t know who he actually was.

He narrowed his eyes at her, at her challenge, and let himself float above the ground.

He flicked his wrist, Chastiefol finally shifting from its third form, transforming into its pillow shape.

“If you’re so determined to get me to help them, then come on,” he said, not waiting to see her reaction before he pointed at her, knocking both her and Hawk off their feet and onto Chastiefol.

-

We’re barely holding it together, Meliodas cursed in his head, falling behind Zeldris again as he blocked yet another swipe from Guila. She was holding back her blasts again, steadily wearing them down and stopping them from actually hitting her with anything too strong.

And it’s not like they weren’t trying, either. Gelda had come closest with her fire, but the Holy Knight’s armor was more fire resistant than those of the Weird Fangs or even Gilthunder - and so she hadn’t been able to do much damage before Guila had turned her sights onto the vampire again.

What they needed was a strong hit, but he and Zeldris couldn’t build up that much power with her getting so close, and Gelda pushing her back. Diane was down already, and it was barely enough that they were keeping Guila’s focus off her for right now—the moment Guila realizes Diane’s properly injured somehow, Meliodas would bet she’d go for the kill.

Following his younger brother back, Meliodas readied himself to jump in front and take another swing at the Holy Knight, when Guila’s arm jerked back. The fighting paused briefly as Guila followed her arm, and Meliodas could see her beginning to strain to keep a grip on her rapier.

“Fox Sin Ban,” Guila stated and tilted her head, her voice so unconcerned that Meliodas could feel a deep, shoved down itch to get some emotion out, to hear some kind of stress or fear tinge her words. He grit his teeth, tightening his grip on his broken ‘sword’. “Let go of my rapier.”

“I’m not touching it yet though, am I?” Ban said with a grin, tilting his head back and flexing his hand towards himself, increasing the amount of Snatch. Guila remained steady on her feet but was forced to lean forward, and tension twitched at her face. “Besides—“ Ban’s grin grew— “I want it.”

Three things happened at once, Meliodas observed.

A determined look flickered across Guila’s face.

Diane shifted behind him and Zeldris.

Gelda darted into the air.

-

Diane wasn’t one to normally play the long game. She preferred jumping into the fray, to be the first line of defense. She had the endurance and durability and the strength, she could tank plenty of hits and has done so many times in battles prior. And, she liked being able to end battles quickly, thank you very much. The sooner things were over and done with, the sooner she could provide aid to the injured or, if there weren’t any, the sooner she could relax again with her friends.

But just because she preferred it doesn’t mean it was always the best plan, and she could recognize when a bit of forethought had to be implemented into a fight.

Her side throbbed—she suspected a bruised bone, or maybe Guila had burned her more than she thought—and she was vulnerable on her side, behind Zeldris and Meliodas. They weren’t much of a shield, and she could only thank the goddesses for the fact that Guila hadn’t taken advantage of their tiny size compared to her to barrage her with explosions. But pain be damned, she wasn’t going to be completely useless now.

Guila was quick, and she tried keeping distance between them all unless the others were clearly gearing up for a ranged attack, in which she darted into close proximity, and that armor of hers must be extremely fireproof, otherwise she wouldn’t risk those closer explosions so often. The thing was, there were more of them than there were of Guila. And she was starting to focus on Meliodas and Zeldris more and more often.

Ban’s arrival was the nail in the coffin, so-to-speak, for Guila.

Diane glanced to Gelda, catching her red gaze, and while Guila was distracted, Gelda signed to her, pointing first to Guila and then up with a quick gesture.

Diane nodded once, and just once, and shifted as slowly as she could��in part to spare her any more pain, in part to not draw Guila’s attention over to her. Once she was nearly upright, Gelda was suddenly in the air, hovering and sparks flickering in her palms. Diane took a slow breath, pressing her hands to the crystal floor below, and concentrated on the spot right underneath Guila.

As soon as she could no longer feel the energy trailing back to her, could feel only the rock underneath the Holy Knight’s feet, Diane exhaled sharply and willed every bit of earth under Guila up.

The Holy Knight began to fire a shot at Ban, but was launched up too quickly that it wasn’t as big as she was clearly planning. It still hit Ban, and he was launched backwards. He hit the ground with a groan. Diane retracted the earth almost as quickly as she had sent it up, and Guila attempted to regain her composure in the air, contorting to face Diane.

Gelda took the opportunity and dove for Guila, wrapping herself around the shorter woman and while she didn’t exactly grip her flesh with her smoldering hands, she did drag the fire in her palms to Guila’s arms, trapping them at her side and heating the armor up. Guila squirmed and her mouth twitched into what Diane would say was an attempt at a snarl, but it fell flat with the way she was struggling to even dislodge Gelda even slightly.

When Guila seemed to have given up on struggling, instead seemingly focusing on the burning armor that was finally, finally beginning to crinkle slightly under Gelda’s hands, Gelda bared her own teeth and inched closer to Guila’s neck.

But then something Diane wasn’t expecting happened.

Gelda froze, and Diane could see the fire under her fingers flicker.

Guila took the opportunity and shot a fireball down, rocketing both herself and Gelda off-balance, where she was able to finally dislodge herself from the vampire.

She turned midair and slashed at Gelda with her rapier, but Zeldris was there between them, taking the hit and sending the couple to the ground. She sent a blast towards them, and the captain rushed to intercept.

Distraction successful, Guila landed with grace and without hesitation pointed her weapon at Diane.

[hopefully-helpful-daemon]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: 七つの大罪 - 鈴木央 | Nanatsu no Taizai | The Seven Deadly Sins - Suzuki Nakaba (Anime & Manga) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: King | Fairy King Harlequin & Meliodas (Nanatsu no Taizai), King | Fairy King Harlequin & Veronica Liones, King | Fairy King Harlequin & Elizabeth Liones Characters: King | Fairy King Harlequin (Nanatsu no Taizai), Meliodas (Nanatsu no Taizai), Veronica Liones, Elizabeth Liones, Merlin (Nanatsu no Taizai), The Seven Deadly Sins (Nanatsu no Taizai), Gilthunder (Nanatsu no Taizai), Margaret Liones, Other Characters Mentioned Additional Tags: implied King/Helbram, Non-Graphic Violence, mentions of fairy politics, No beta we die like Hebram, Flower Crowns, listen, this is really just a lore drop, I don't know how it got so long, King | Fairy King Harlaquin-centric, King centric Summary:

Princess Veronica was giving a book about Fairies for her 9th birthday.

She walked away from that book with more questions than answers about fairies. it's lucky that The Seven Deadly Sins just got back from their mission, and they have a fairy on their team.

she's going to get her answers, no matter what. 

[librathefangirl]

Libra's WIPs - Breath(e)

For @ficwip's Word Game Wednesday. This week's word was "breathe" but I only had one wip with that, so I'm gonna share a few with "breath" as well c:

Mel with tiny horns and wings (an AU that makes more sense with context?):

The water was relentless. It pushed and it pulled, and it made his wings feel like useless sacks of potatoes. They sprang to their full size, but it did little to help. They only felt heavier like that. Panic seized him, crawling up like bubbling acid from his gut, seizing his throat until he couldn’t have drawn a breath even if there had been air to breathe. The water kept pressing in on him. It pushed on every inch of his body and invaded his senses with the threat of death.

The Boy and the Rain:

Meliodas closed his eyes briefly, taking a slow careful breath. When he met Ban’s gaze it was with a smile that didn’t reach his eyes. “I never thought I’d get to experience this again.”

The Dusk Before a New Dawn (aka the dark Melizabeth AU):

“Re-ally?” Despite the blood pooling under his body, despite his burst hearts, despite that he couldn’t take a normal breath, the Demon King sneered up at his son. “What a… failure. I never meant… to raise a naïve-”

Meliodas & King (aka the double beginnings fic):

He glanced at Meliodas again, feeling his unease growing. Meliodas had closed his eyes, seemingly without a care in the world – and here King was, crawling out of his skin. Taking a deep breath, King finally voiced what had been nagging on his mind for hours, “Why did you do it?”

Your Presence (A Comfort) (aka the Mel whump fic I add a little something to every time I get sick and need Mel to suffer with me):

Meliodas trembled where he lied. His eyelids were too heavy to open. His whole body felt numb. Like an unmoving mass of rocks. His lungs burned with every hitching breath. He curled in on himself, but it did nothing to ease the pain consuming his body.

[jinx-xxed]

Sick Days

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

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

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

Wc; 1.4k

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I’ll stay with her.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Mmkay.” You mumble before slowly heading upstairs.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I’m just doing my job.” You insist.

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Mhm.” You respond.

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

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

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

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

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

[keewu]

My top 5 favorite romantic/platonic ships in Nanatsu no Taizai.

1. Gowther and Merlin (Platonic) someone who follows me knows they are my number one and number one forever. Neurodivergent siblings my beloved 💜🩷 they are just one hot sexy adhd lady and a cute autistic doll with pronouns, what more could you want?

2. Meliodas and Merlin (NOT romantic but not platonic either, I literally do not know) these are my 3000 year old depressed babies. I want the ANGST between these two, okay. Like bro I cannot with them it's too good, I have like 5+ unreleased angst, hurt no comfort fics with these two mfs.

3. King x Helbram. (Romantic) My doomed fairy yaoi. Brother I was OBSESSED with them, not as much anymore but I still frickin love them so much. UGHH the angst, the fluff?? PLZ I WANT IT. 💚

4. Jericho x Guila (romantic) before I got obsessed with Merlin, Jericho was my bae okay. And GOD they're so gay. Like plz plz WHY did Jericho have to go and become a pedophile. No i can't let that be canon, in my heart I just have to believe Jericho and Guila is my lesbian end game and not whatever the weird shit that's going on in 4kota.

5. Ban and Merlin (Platonic, but the crackship goes hard) I love how they are so opposite in like everything (except how they look cause they both tall, hot as fuck and can get me on my knees) they do seem to obviously respect each other though, or atleast trust each other's abilities. One of my favorite moments with them is when Merlin is battling Greyroad and everyone is like WHAT!?? And Ban is just smirking like that's my teammate.

[cookiecandy22]

What would the sins do as adults in a modern setting?

Or well, at least in my modern au fic

(+Eli of course)

Meliodas: I think he would’ve been pressured by his family to get a business degree. He wanted to dropout but Elizabeth convinced him to continues as she knew that Meliodas dream was to open a tavern/restaurant/bar and the degree would help him know how everything works to run it smoothly and not end up in bankruptcy.

Ban: I don’t think he’d be interested to go to college or pursue higher education. I headcannon him as being really smart but without the capacity to sit still in a classroom (he hates studying things he isn’t interested in). So after finishing secondary school he starts working everywhere he can but without abandoning his passion: cooking. He keeps practicing and self teaches himself different techniques until Meliodas reconnects with him (they lost contact for five years:( ) and sets him on trial to see if he’d be able to work as the main cook in his bar/tavern/restaurant. Sales go up thanks to Ban’s cooking.

(Fun fact: Meliodas and Ban used to love watching Hell’s kitchen when they were younger and sometimes they’d talk about how cool would it be if Gordon Ramsey visited their future restaurant and that Ban’d be one of the little people who could impress him with his cooking skills)

Elizabeth: I think Eli’s always dreamed to be a doctor, specifically a pediatrician. She’d be very dedicated to have excellent marks at school but medicine is a career that a lot of people try to apply for, and her grades are good but not enough so she doesn’t get to enter at first. Her grades are good enough for nursing school though, so she goes for it while still studying and looking for a way to get into medicine (her awesome boyfriend Meliodas supporting her in the long process ofc). After two years she achieved it!

Diane: I headcanon her to be that kid who has a million of extra curricular activities all related to sport or dancing. She loves the latter and I think she tries to study superior studies for choreography and contemporary dance, but after getting her degree (I looked it up it’s like 4 years omg😳) she couldn’t find work so she starts working at her aunt Matrona’ gym. (She has a social media for her dances and’s been popular since she was 15. That helps her getting a job as a choreographer for broadway productions later don’t worry).

King: he’s a fashion designer, and a pretty good one. He specialises in costumes for movies or theatre but has gotten some of his more public-oriented clothes in fashion shows. He and Diane reconnect after King is tasked to design the costumes of one of the shows Diane is working as a choreographer.

Merlin: the only one who knows something about her is Gowther, she hasn’t communicated much with the rest of the sins. She works at a university in the research area for biochemistry (she has two pHD in physics and chemistry). She has to teach some hours to university students and has taken a promising student to help him with his thesis, Arthur, as an intern/assistant for her.

Gowther: I think Gowther would’ve studied medicine to be able to study psychiatry. Not because he wanted to, even though he’s always had a curiosity for the brain and how it worked, but more because it was one of the things his father had studied and didn’t know what to do with his life. He completed his studies early, go accepted into medicine first try (hard pill to swallow for Elizabeth, Meliodas had to reassure her that it didn’t matter if she needed more time to get accepted as long as she fulfills her dreams) and after he ended his studies and worked as a psychiatrist he realised that it was too much to him so he opened one of those spiritual retreats and has been conducting similar workshops. He also tried to work one year in a high school as a counsellor but he left after 1 year.

Escanor: he’s dead.

Nah jk

Escanor’s a part time poet full time spanish/english philologist. He’s worked both for Oxford dictionary and for “la Real Academia Española” in Spain (yep my Escanor is from a spanish family who migrated to England when Escanor was young but he’s been two years in high school as an exchange student in Spain). He moved there after his final heartbreak with Merlin. He sometimes messages Mel, Ban and Gowther but it isn’t very common

Hope you liked it:) maybe I’ll do this with the holy knights or other characters, if you want me to do any specific character please write it in the comments!

[akystaracer22]

All right I'm going to go insane if I don't do this. So everyone here's the first instalment of my Archangel series. Keep in mind I am literally copy pasting what I wrote in my doc so this includes assorted HC's relevant to the fic, the plan, and a couple of snippets of conversation:

Always Four - Could Never Be Three

Estarossa had gotten captured by the four (now three) archangels, set to be executed for the crime of killing the fourth and arguably most powerful archangel. Sitting in a prison cell, he couldn’t help but notice how… familiar, everything looked. He didn’t think the architecture of the goddess realm would instil a sense of wistfulness (of home) in him more than the dark halls of the demon realm ever felt after he killed that archangel.

He also didn’t expect that watching each of the four (not four three now because he killed-) break apart in front of him would send a rush of panic and desperation he hadn’t even felt with the commandments. He didn’t expect for their animosity and vitriol to sink deep into him like longswords instead of being barely noticeable like toothpicks.

He didn’t want to care, but his heart – his thrice cursed heart that couldn’t seem to understand he was a demon – didn’t heed his desire to remain apathetic in the face of his execution.

[Part 1 of the Archangel series]

Note’s:

I’m giving archangel’s seraphine wing’s (credit to Blue Heart on Tumblr I'm in love with their wing shapes) because it creates a lot less clutter than what the fuck they have now. Also, anatomically correct wings for the goddess race. Just normal non high up goddesses have normal bird wing’s. In their baby stage the feathers are colourful, but they lose colour over the moults until they become pure white. The lighter the feathers of a goddess, the older they are.

Normal goddesses have one pair or normal wings, the archangel’s have one pair of seraphine wing’s, Elizabeth has two pairs of normal wing’s, and the Supreme Deity has two pairs of seraphine wing’s.

The Supreme Deity cares about her race, maybe not the other’s and certainly not the demon’s but her own? Of course.

The spell prevents everyone from remembering Mael too closely, but they still remember him.

Estarossa doesn’t know how he killed Mael, just that he did.

Estarossa still has his wing’s, they’re hidden with magic so while they’re invisible unless you make a magic check, they’re still there physically, he just subconsciously accounts for them.

Archangel’s promise: No matter what happens, we’ll find each other again. If one of us is captured, all of us will do whatever it takes to get them back, even if we have to fight the Demon King himself to do it.

I’m also giving Estarossa a different hairstyle to Meliodas because that hair does not flatter him. His hair is a lot longer, and for the most part he ties it back using whatever he can, scraps of cloth, vines, or sometimes even bits of leather. Whenever he tries to cut his hair his hand’s shake and he feels like he’s making a grave mistake.

Essentially, the curse doesn’t stick as well as it should. There are still bits of Mael peeking out through Estarossa and even with the dark magic infecting him it’s not enough to protect him from the demon realm. In combat against the Goddess Race, Estarossa tries to get through killing only the necessary, and mercy killing the prisoner’s.

Mael’s nicknames include Little Sun, Little Sunshine, Sunny, Sunshine, Sparrow, Sunbeam, Chickadee, Eyas, Fledgling, and more!

Mael is still a fledgling by goddess standards, as they measure age more by their wing’s than actual years, making the Archangel joining the front line’s the single most controversial decision the Supreme Deity has ever made.

Sunshine stubbornly clung to Estarossa until he was sealed with the demon race.

In order to kill a member of the goddess race, you have to slice off their wing’s and pierce their heart.

Part 1: Ludociel of Flash

Ludociel visits Estarossa before the scheduled execution, a private event because as much as he wants his brother’s killer to die, having anything related to his brother dragged out into anything resembling a celebration – like the execution of demons often are – sickened him, so after a request granted by the Supreme Deity, Estarossa’s death would be witnessed only by the royal family and her highest soldiers.

The three archangels.

Which felt like a raw wound ripped open.

So Ludociel visits Estarossa, ready to tear into the demon, and finds him staring at the ceiling of his cell. Having not noticed the archangel yet for some reason. Ludociel watches him stonily as Estarossa stares at the ceiling with an odd look in his eyes until the demon notices his presence at last. Jerking before his expression morphs into a scowl and the demon closes off.

So Ludociel starts ripping into the demon prince, now that he has the man’s attention. However, it quickly goes south for the archangel because now he’s just inviting more memories of his little brother to come back to the surface. Ludociel begins to spiral because holy shit his little brother is dead and gone and he has absolutely not coped well at all. This man just spent the entire eight  months since Mael’s  death on a fucking warpath alongside his fellow archangel’s to bring Estarossa to justice but now they have him and Mael’s still gone and it’s just going to shit for him emotionally.

Then Estarossa breaks the silence by saying “Nice weather we’re having by the way, really appreciate the sun on my skin.”

It breaks Ludociel from his grief and the archangel snaps that as a custom of mourning, the clouds have stayed overcast and will remain so until after Estarossa’s execution.

Without saying another word, the archangel turns around and leaves.

Part 2: Tarmiel of Ocean

Our three headed fuck visits after Ludociel, seeing how shaken up their leader was from the visit. He visits in the night when he knows the demon should be awake.

Except Estarossa is dead asleep on his stomach, snoring quietly and head turned away from the entrance of the cell.

Tarmiel is flabbergasted because he knows for a fact that Demons are for the most part nocturnal, to the point where even Meliodas, powerful as he was, could often be seen taking naps through the day when he could afford it.

So a demon just crashed out at night was unheard off.

But hey, Tarmiel’s emotional, Ludociel looked miserable, and Estarossa’s the guy Tarmiel’s gonna take his anger out on.

He raps harshly on the cell bars, waking Estarossa up and startling the demon off the bed. The demon scowls  tiredly at the archangel, and Tarmiel in response scowls back and uses ocean to dump a bunch of water on Estarossa’s head.

The demon prince asks what the divine being’s problem is, and Tarmiel yells at him for both killing Mael and for making Ludociel sad. Estarossa bristles and snaps at Tarmiel that he wasn’t exactly intending that, but the idiot was getting all worked up over his brother and Estarossa just made a comment and that was it.

Tarmiel doesn’t believe him.

They both get in a shouting match with each other that results in Tarmiel leaving strangely hurt and Estarossa soaked and fighting a rising headache.

Part 3: Sariel of Tornado

Sariel notices shit. A lot of shit.

He spends the last few days before Estarossa’s execution watching the demon prince when he can. He notices a lot of things that don’t add up with Estarossa, thing’s that shouldn’t be the case.

Estarossa sleeping in the night from what Tarmiel told him wasn’t a fluke, the demon wasn’t nocturnal like his brethren. But he also stared at the architecture of his cell with something akin to fascination.

The prince also wasn’t exactly hostile, he was snarky, and bitter, and infuriating, but he wasn’t hostile. He made small talk with the maids that delivered his food while he ate, randomly added into conversations the guards had with each other without a thought. So hostile? No.

He also slept on his stomach or on his side, something demons just didn't do. They didn’t have to, and it was uncomfortable for them to do so because of their seven hearts.

Estarossa also never noticed him, his presence never seemed to trigger any sort of response. That was something he would have expected from Commandment to Commandment, like what Zeldris and Meliodas used to have, or Derieri and Monspeet. It was an implicit type of trust that allowed Sariel to be in Estarossa’s space without so much as making the demon twitch.

Sariel just spends some more time observing him, and concludes that beyond all odds, Estarossa seems to be remarkably kind for a killer.

Sariel can admit that, if nothing else and as much as Sariel hated him, Estarossa’s allegiance would have led to the swift defeat of the demon clan.

Shame the prince had to kill one of the few members of the goddess race Sariel cared about.

Part 4: Elizabeth of the Goddess Race

Elizabeth goes to Estarossa’s cell with the intent of learning more about him through conversation. She knows there is no way that she’d be able to convince her mother or the archangel’s to spare him, and Mael was her friend as well. She wants to find closure and to know who Estarossa is before he dies.

Estarossa is unusually calm, and when she asks why he just shrugs and say’s “I’m going to die, no other way around it. I’m not going to run; I’d rather just sit here and admire the architecture.”

He mentions how it’s funny that he’s so calm because he always thought that it’d feel worse than the demon realm to be in a place that’s supposed to kill him. Instead, it feels nicer than the sickly oppression of the demon realm. Here, he can breathe.

He tells Elizabeth that the demon realm is suffocating, and he’d had breathing issues that kept him off the front lines for a lot longer than they should’ve, however once he was in the war his breathing cleared up. After that his power accelerated quickly allowing him to eventually kill Mael.

The Supreme Deity’s daughter asks how he did it and Estarossa scoffs, telling her that he just defeated and killed the archangel, that simple. She asks him to elaborate because Mael was powerful, very powerful. It shouldn’t have been an easy fight.

Estarossa opens and closes his mouth a few times, struggling to come up with a satisfactory response. He doesn’t remember. He doesn’t remember how he killed the Sunshine archangel, just that he did it.

Elizabeth takes his silence for refusal and switches topic, asking Estarossa where Mael’s body is. The demon prince is confused, and the goddess reveals they never found the body, they only heard about Mael’s fall and when he didn’t return… and then Estarossa announced he was the one who killed the archangel.

Estarossa think’s back to the day, the morning was blurry, but he knows he met with Gowther after the fight, and he thinks the demon mage took care of the body. He voices as much, and Elizabeth looks bitter.

Estarossa apologises on reflex, confusing himself just as much as the princess. As an explanation he just says, “I killed him, he was my enemy, but he was your friend.”

Elizabeth leaves with more questions than answers, but Estarossa’s apology helps ease the pain of Mael’s death.

Part 5: Estarossa

Day of the execution! And Estarossa rises nice and early, the execution is scheduled to happen at midday, so he has time to wait. Once again he just chooses to spend the time staring at the architecture of the cell and thinking back on his life.

Then Ludociel shows up at his cell and Estarossa stands up and holds out his hands for the shackles. He accepts them without a word and it’s a silent affair out of the dungeons. He stops for a second to admire the castle before he’s dragged along by the older man. He mumbles under his breath that Ludociel wasn’t lying, the sky really was clouded.

He’s taken to the room he is to die in, the throne room, where he sees the supreme deity for the first time.

She’s wearing her battle adornments, her silver gauntlet’s gleaming in the light of her halo. More than the archangels, more than her daughter, she bears two pairs or seraphine wings which are spread wide in a show of strength. Pure white feather’s marking her age better than anything else could have.

Estarossa has to force himself not to bow, which is something that he didn’t think he’d have trouble with considering that not even his own father could get him to bow half the time, yet here he was, trying to remind himself that this was the enemy even if his heart screamed that he needed give her a proper bow.

Somehow, he also could see through the halo. To see her cold golden glare framing her iridescent silver locks. To how her rage presented itself on her face instead of the rest of her because it was the safest bet.

How she called for his blood as much as Ludociel or the other archangels.

Somehow the thought was comforting to him and gave him the strength to keep his head held high, kneeling for the execution.

Sariel hands Ludociel Mael’s sacred sword, which is set to fittingly be the weapon to end Estarossa. Something in the demon stir’s and whisper’s in relief “So it did get home.”

The prince doesn’t have the time to think about it, as the Supreme Deity starts talking.

She asks if he knows why he’s here, and without his voice wavering in the slightest he answers in the affirmative. She then asks him what he has to say for himself, and he pauses. Thinking his words over, before stating that he doesn’t regret his decision. He knows he’s going to die, and he has made peace with it.

The Supreme Deity makes the call, and Estarossa closes his eyes, despite the hostility in the room, he feel’s secure and comforted in his death.

He feels a force hit his neck, and for a moment it burned before nothing.

.

.

.

He knew theoretically what death should feel like. This wasn’t it.

He snapped his eyes open to stare in unfiltered shock, for the first time in he didn’t know how long he let the dark magic tainting his eyes black bleed away, revealing the blue of his eyes as he turned around and gaped openly at Ludociel, who was standing too close to his back for comfort.

“What in Chaos' name was that.”

Part 6: Iana, The Supreme Deity

Mael’s blade strikes Estarossa, and it doesn’t kill or even leave any injury. Naturally Iana is pissed because since when the fuck does that happen. That was Mael’s sword it doesn’t fail to kill. It just doesn’t.

Angry and thinking magic is at play, the Supreme Deity essentially cast’s a powerful version of Detect Magic on Estarossa to try and find the source.

The answer she gets is simultaneously the best news she could get at the moment and at the same time the absolute worst.

A haunting pink magic she had only seen once before has itself wrapped tightly around Estarossa, forming shackles and bindings and chains, and pinning something to his back.

That something being his wing’s.

The wings are straining against the magic bindings and quivering against Estarossa’s back, and even from here she can see and most importantly recognise them for what they are, for who they belonged to.

Because those were Mael’s wing’s, and that was Gowther’s magic suffocating him.

The Supreme Deity doesn’t ask questions, she act’s immediately. Casting her magic and knocking out Estarossa. The governor of the goddess race, much calmer than she feels and just barely keeping her sheer horror out of her voice and expression, instructs the archangel’s and her daughter to leave the room for a little bit, as she needs to confirm some thing’s.

Hesitantly and with a hint of panic, the room is vacated, and she is left along with the unconscious prisoner. Carefully, she begins to work. She works at the magic binding his wing’s in an attempt to free them, to see for herself and hoping it’s just some sick joke.

With an angry hissing crack of white and pink magic clashing, Estarossa’s wings are revealed to the world after months of being bound. Feather’s in disarray after being neglected for all that time. Light but not white, still speckled with copper and pale grey. There was no mistaking the youth of Mael’s wing’s.

Iana’s breathing shudder’s and she reinforces the sleeping spell, there was no more doubt in her mind now, Estarossa never killed Mael, he couldn’t have because as long as Estarossa breathed, Mael lived.

Thinking about it, Iana can concede, albeit bitterly, that it made sense. Her daughter managed to cause the demon clan’s greatest combatant, Meliodas of Love, to turn traitor and side with Stigma. It would be cruel irony for the Demon clan to attempt the same. Though they managed it through cruel and destructive means, tearing the young goddess who still hadn’t lost all colour in his wing’s from his home and chaining him to stay in a land slowly killing him. Forcing him to fight against his people.

The Supreme Deity has to take a moment to calm herself, and takes Estarossa to a side room, dispelling her magic and prompting him to wake up.

The goddess turned demon wakes up and scarcely registers the wing’s on his back, instead going on the resigned defensive and asking if they found a way to kill him.

Instead, the leader of the Goddess Race asks him questions.

“How many of my subjects have you killed.”

“How long have you been involved on the front lines.”

“How did you kill Mael.”

“How much contact have you had with the Commandments.”

“Why do you accept your death so easily.”

Estarossa, much to Iana’s chagrin, answers honestly and as easily as he did when he was himself.

“Seventy Six.”

“Approximately Eight Months, though I spent a week in the demon realm after killing Mael recovering.”

“... With my magic and a strategy.”

“Limited, Aside from Zeldris and a few other's, I was never inclined to be around the other commandments for long, especially after I killed Mael.”

“Why should I not? There’s no way I’m surviving, is there.”

Iana puts Estarossa to sleep again and puts together the timeline.

The battle that Mael was send to deal with was a trap likely laid by Gowther in order to isolate him and strike hard and fast to incapacitate the goddess. Then it was just a matter of keeping the archangel down while the demon mage worked his twisted magic.

After that he was kept in the demon realm to try and corrupt him further to darkness, however seemed much less successful than they likely hoped for, seeing how the fledgling still seemed at ease and his breathing slow and steady and strong in the goddess realm.

She has to fight to keep the image of Mael suffocating in the miasmic decay of the demon realm out of her head, that’s not what she needs to think about right now. Right now, she needs to focus on unravelling the magic holding her archangel in chains of shadow.

Doesn’t mean that she has no plans to keep Mael safely in the Goddess realm until he fully recovers and by no means is the archangel ever having a solo mission again in his life.

After destroying a few more fragments of Gowther’s magic the familiar orange/gold of Sunshine flicker’s along Mael’s feather’s.

Iana pauses and gingerly reaches out to the fragment of her own magic, only for it to shy away in favour of seeking something else out, she watches it clash with some other unknown darkness seeping out into her archangel’s wings and feels ice in her veins.

Estarossa of Love they called him.

Holder of the commandment that once belonged to Meliodas.

Mael is not free of the darkness and try as Sunshine might as strong as it once was Gowther’s magic weakened her own and allowed a commandment to take root in the Fledgling.

And even if she wants to, with such a delicate operation not even she is capable of simultaneously disentangling her chosen from both Gowther’s magic and a commandment.

She calls Elizabeth back into the throne room and takes her to where Mael is, explaining the situation much to the princesses mounting horror. She demands to know how that’s possible and Iana grimaces and explains that Gowther’s particular brand of magic is one seldom used, the ability to twist minds and alter memory.

Elizabeth is 110% ready to help any way she can, and Iana guides her into isolating the commandment while the Supreme Deity works of destroying Gowther’s magic. Elizabeth wonders aloud if Meliodas could help and Iana scoffs and explains that giving any demon a commandment is a recipe of disaster, in situations of crisis the Demon King could track Mael through it as it is and if the connection if strong enough, control him to some degree. Luckily for them, Mael still has Sunshine running interference and the Goddess Realm itself obscuring Mael from prying eyes.

Just a little more work and they’re both greeted by a searing headache, and the Supreme Diety knows immediately that this is the crux of the curse, she breaks this, and the rest will fall apart. She warns her daughter to be ready to extract the commandment.

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2

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Go.

Iana’s magic cracks against the curse and at the same time Elizabeth pulls at the commandment with her ark, and Gowther’s magic finally snaps.

Part 7: Mael of Sunshine

Mael wakes up in the castle infirmary and is immediately confused seeing as he was not in the goddess realm last he checked. He goes to turn over and sit up when someone moves and his eyes snap towards the waking shape of his brother, who immediately drags Mael into a death grip hug. The archangel awkwardly returns it, asking what got Ludociel so worked up, it’s not like Mael hadn’t been injured in fights before.

The archangel of flash stills before asking with a quiet voice what Mael remembers of the past eight months.

Then said past eight months come rushing back and Mael jerks against Ludociel’s hold, eye’s wide with terror as the horror at his own actions kick in.

Ludociel keep a steady grip on his little brother as the fledgling trembles.

The door to the infirmary opens and both of them turn to look at Sariel and Tarmiel standing in the doorway, staring in visible shock at the brothers.

Cue group hug.

Pulling away from them, his feather’s ruffle as he admits that on that day he didn’t think he’d get the chance to do that again, hug them that is.

Sariel in an attempt to lighten the mood, asks what it was like in hell.

Mael laughs at the dumb joke and answer’s that the Supreme Deity’s description was aptly fitting. Perhaps to a member of the Demon race it would be more hospital, but he wasn’t a demon was he.

The four go quiet before Tarmiel apologises for dumping water on his head. Twice.

Mael shakes his head and says it cleaned him up, so no harm no foul.

Eventually the elephant of the room has to be addressed, what happened that day.

Mael goes silent before starting his recount of events. He’d arrived on scene to be greeted by none other than Gowther the doll. He’d gotten cocky, so used to being able to go toe to toe with Meliodas himself that he just rushed into the fight to get it over and done with.

Then an invasion arrow struck him in the neck and the doll pushed him to the ground. The demon mage himself was revealed to have fired the arrow and before he knew it the arrow turned into chain’s, shackling him, and preventing him from moving. They were especially tight around his wing’s.

The archangel fluffs out his wing’s just to prove to himself that he could.

He finishes by saying that funnily enough he woke up in the Demon King’s infirmary and his breath was a rattly wheeze, the most terrifying part looking back was the way the apparent breathing problem didn’t concern him at all. He just thought it was normal.

That and the commandments, that was also terrifying in retrospect.

Ludociel apologises quietly for attempting to kill him and Mael startles before shouting that Ludo didn’t know. It wasn’t his fault. If anything, it was Gowther’s fault that this happened. Not only that but Mael himself didn’t even remember, how could they have.

“I’m your brother, I should have recognised you!”

“…oh. So that’s what this is about.”

“… Mael-”

“I think you did, at least subconsciously.”

“Mael-!”

“No no no guy’s let me finish! I think all of you, at least to some degree recognised what was going on. You three could have easily killed me on that battlefield. I’ve seen what Ocean, Flash, and Tornado can do together; I should have been torn apart that day. Even with Sunshine I should be dead. But I’m not! And I was in possession of the commandment of Love, a commandment that, as a professional at dealing with said commandment, decrees that anyone who holds hatred in their heart will be unable to afflict harm on anyone else.”

“Our graces-”

“Are supposed to protect us from the commandments yes, but I myself was afflicted with the commandment, which means that it was probably able to adapt over the months to be able to effect even you guys. Deep in your heart you knew I was still in there under that curse. And in the end you saved me!”

“That’s a little wishful thinking there sunshine.”

“Probably, but it’s a nice thought. Especially since if you left it too late I could have still died.”

“…”

“I was slowly suffocating to death from the demon realm, if the war continued, I could have either died from being in the demon realm for too long, or one side would’ve won while I was still on the wrong team. You three saved me that day.”

“But-”

“You fulfilled the oath.”

“…what?”

“The oath, you know: no matter what happens, we’ll fight the demon king and anyone else to save each other? You guys technically fulfilled the oath without even knowing it. So what it was a little unorthodox.”

“… I can’t believe you.”

“Me neither.”

Then the door opens once again, and this time Iana and Elizabeth both arrive, immediately Mael bows as best as he can while bedridden. The familiar action soothing something inside of him that wanted to do so in the face of his own execution.

Iana’s feather’s settle when she sees him, and Mael relaxes minutely at the Supreme Deity’s relief.

She expresses her gratefulness that it seems Sunshine was able to do the rest of the work she needed it to, burning out the remains of the dark magic well enough.

Mael just blurts out “I never bowed” which confuses everyone prompting him to elaborate.

He explains that during those eight months, he never bowed to anyone. Not the commandments, not to his “superiors” and not even to the Demon King. None of them could get him to bow. He laughs bitterly and finishes by stating that even if he forgot who he was, he still somehow knew where his loyalty laid.

Iana shakes her head and explains that the heart forgets thing’s much harder than the mind, something Gowther was never able to understand. Perhaps if the demon mage was more empathetically inclined, the man’s ruse would have never uncovered. Luckily that was not so.

Mael spreads one of his wing’s and winces as the dull pain that accompanies the movement, he mutters mournfully that the wing binding still had an impact on him. His wings are dangerously weak and haven’t been preened in eight months, something members of the goddess race have to do twice daily.

He huffs a sad laugh and surmises he’ll be grounded until his wings can recover at least.

Elizabeth points out he’ll be grounded for a lot longer than that all thing’s considered and Mael winces.

[prolestariwrites]

The fic that started the Dark Heart series! A Greek myth AU featuring Meliodas as king of the Underworld and Elizabeth as the goddess who unlocks his heart.

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What I Write

Nsfw/Sfw | fics | drabbles | headcanons | x f!reader | x gn!reader

This will be my first time writing and it'll probably be horrible so please don't judge, I also probably wont post much if you want to make a request you can.

Anime and Characters

Black Clover - Luck Voltia, Yuno, Julius Novachrono, Gauche Adlai, Zora Ideale, Rhya

Fairy Tail - Natsu Dragneel, Gray Fullbuster, Sting Eucliffe, Laxus Dreyar, Loke,

Attack on titan - eren Yeager, Levi Ackerman, Connie Springer, Porco Gaillard, Reiner Braun, Armin Arlert, Zoe Hange,

My Hero Academia - Izuku Midoriya, Katsuki Bakugo, Shoto Todoroki, Tomura Shingaraki, Eijiro Kirishima, Denki Kaminari, Hitoshi Shinso, Tamaki Amajiki

Seven Deadly Sins - Meliodas, Ban, King, Escanor,

Jujutsu Kaisen - Satrou Gojo, Megumi fushiguro, Yuji Itadori, Toge Inumaki, Choso, Sukuna

Bungo Stray Dogs - Osamu Dazai, Chuuya Nakahara, Junichiro Tanizaki, Ranpo Edogawa, Fyodor Dostoevsky, Ryonosuke Akutagawa

One Piece - Monkey D. Luffy, Roronoa Zoro, Vinsmoke Sanji, Portgas D. Ace, Shanks, Smoker, Trafalgar D. Law, Eustass Kid,

Shows

Supernatural - Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, Jack Kline, Castiel, Lucifer, Gabriel,

Marvel - Tony Stark, Steve Rogers,

Teen wolf - Liam Dunbar, Theo Raken, Scoot Mccall, Issac Lahey, Stiles Stilinski, Derek Hale, Peter Hale, Chris Argent,

TVD/The Originals - Damon Salvatore, Stefan Salvatore, Jeremy Gilbert, Elijah Mikaelson, Niklaus Mikaelson, Kol Mikaelson, Kai Paker, Tyler Lockwood, Lorenzo, Marcel Gerard,

I will probably add to this if I think of anyone else to write for

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YOU KNOW SEVEN DEADLY SINS??? man ive never seen you write a fic for that ☹️ ily

SEVEN DEADLY SINS IS THE SHIIIIIIT!!! Ban specifically, he's my snooky pookie bear 🥰

Ban definitely bullies King with tickles, and I'm sure Meliodas is always dishing them out to cheer people up or during drunken brawls XD Little Gowther is probably so curious about it too!!! 🥰

I can definitely whip some content up if you'd like! I did draw some Lee!Ban a while ago, but for some reason, it flopped, and I felt like shit so I took it down again XD I'll see what my little thought blob can come up with! Love you too bud! 😚✨️

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Sparrows fictional others:

[sparrows fictional others]

-Romantic-

Cloud strife (FF)

Sephiroth (FF)

Leon s. Kennedy (re)

Carlos Oliveira (re)

Ada Wong (re)

Lady dimitriscu (re)

Loid forger / agent twilight (sxf)

Carlos the scientist (wtnv)

Trevor belmont (CV)

Kevin leven (b10+)

Astarion (bg3)

Shouta aizawa (MHA)

Hawks / keigo (MHA)

Ban (7ds)

Meliodas (7ds)

Zen / hyun Ryu (mysmes)

Jaehee Kang (mysmes)

Kaeya (gi)

Zhongli (gi)

Ayato (gi)

Baizhu (gi)

Alheitham (gi)

Laios (DM/did)

Marcille (DM/did)

Doctor who (9-14?)

Odo (st)

Seven of nine (st)

Entire og sg1 team (main 4)

Anakin Skywalker (sw)

Obiwan Kenobi (sw)

Vox (HH)

Angel dust (HH)

Satoru gojo (jjk)

Ryomen sukuna (jjk)

Nanami kento (jjk)

Mizu (bes)

Aventurine (hsr)

Jing Yuan (hsr)

Geralt (witcher)

Platonic - familial

Ben Tennyson (b10+)

Anya forger (sxf)

Platonic / queer platonic (?)

Padme (sw)

Ahsoka (sw)

Alucard (CV)

Aerith (FF)

Tifa (FF)

Falin (DM/did)

Chilchuck (DM/did)

Elizabeth (7ds)

King (7ds)

Gowther (7ds)

Wyll (bg3)

Charlie (HH)

Vaggie (HH)

Husk (HH)

Stolas (hb)

Neuvillette (gi)

Akemi (bes)

Still a wip, will update over time

Feel free to send me prompts, fandoms, recommendations, fic ideas or ask questions

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Eternal

Chapter 24 - Consequences

Chapter 1 | Chapter 23 | Chapter 25 || Masterpost | AO3 Link | FF.net Link

Fandom / Genre: Nanatsu no Taizai (Seven Deadly Sins) / Canon-Divergent and Hurt/Comfort

Pairings: Meliodas/Elizabeth, Zeldris/Gelda, Meliodas & Zeldris & Elizabeth & Gelda

Overall Story Warnings: Angst with a happy ending, Canon-typical violence, Canonical character death, Canon temporary character death, Cursed characters, Lmk if I need to add anything else!

Chapter Warnings: None, lmk if there’s anything I need to add!

Author's Note:

So, so incredibly sorry for how long it's taken to get back to this! A lot of stuff ended up happening - younger sibling was dealing with a lot of health issues, family tensions reached a new high, I'm no longer on speaking terms with someone in my house, so much uni work. And now I'm trying to get to a point where I'm no longer reliant on that someone financially, trying to plan to move out later this year, and am now working retail part-time before uni starts up again alongside an internship I was accepted for. I can't promise that updates will be more frequent or be on any kind of schedule; but what I can promise is that this story will not be abandoned. If you ever want an update on how it's going - or just to ask me what's up - message me anywhere from here on Ao3 to Tumblr or Instagram ^^ Thank you all, genuinely, for being patient and for the love you have shown this story - I truly appreciate it!

Story Summary:

Eternal…

life.

reincarnation.

silence.

and chains.

For 3,000 long and painful years, these four have been doing all they can to lift their curses. They have failed, again and again and again. With only a sliver of hope left, they try once more.

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Or, what if Zeldris accepted Meliodas’ offer to go with him 3,000 years ago?

King’s eyes were wide, and his voice caught in his throat. But even if he wanted to say anything, he had no words. All he managed was a strangled gasp before he heard the distorted and so, so painfully familiar voice of his baby sister come from the lights.

“Ban, what happened? How did you get that scar?”

She didn’t even acknowledge him, the lights tilting slightly to the side but still near Ban, still not moving away from the man who should still be petrified.

Ban scoffed and tilted his head King’s way, but didn’t actually look at King. His expression was… if King had to name it, he’d say fond, faux annoyance plastered on his face.

“I thought you guys watched over us from the other side?”

“It… it really is her- Elaine!” King choked out, and he was vaguely aware of Ban glancing at him, but King couldn’t- he just couldn’t be bothered anymore. Not when… “Please, show yourself to me too!”

Ban continued looking at him, and he said something, though King didn’t hear it. It wasn’t too quiet, but everything suddenly seemed muffled, and all that mattered was Elaine. He had to see her again, make up for his mistakes.

The orbs of light swayed slightly, side to side, as if she were shaking her head. King’s heart settled in his throat as tears stung his eyes.

“The Necropolis allows people to see each other even after death, but only through strong emotional bonds.”

He looked down, finally tearing his eyes away from the pair. He couldn’t help but laugh quietly to himself.  “So you’re still angry at me… for abandoning you, the forest, and everything we believed in…” King mumbled, feeling the tears collect at the corner of his eyes and trying to blink them away. He clenched his fists, trying to distract himself.

There was an explosion in the distance. The power was almost overwhelmingly familiar, followed by a certainly familiar aura of magic.

“A holy knight?” Ban hissed, whipping around to look in the direction they had come from. King glanced up, seeing the immortal posed to run that way. At this point, King didn’t really care.

Elaine’s voice stopped them both - Ban from running off, and King from continuing to wallow.

“Ban, why did you come here?”

Ban didn’t even turn to face her. He just paused, and even when he began speaking, his face gave nothing away.

“I came to say one thing to you: that I will one day take what is mine.”

Despite his expression never changing, King could only imagine what the man meant by that, and his despair over Elaine refusing to let him see her easily morphed into a rage that heated him to his very core. 

“What more could you take from my sister, Ban?!” he snapped, but Ban didn’t even look at him this time. King ground his teeth together, fingers twitching, calling Chastiefol back and about to transform it.

The only reason he stopped was because of Elaine.

“Thank you, Ban.” Her voice was softer than it was before, and King was frozen in his confusion.

Ban didn’t wait a second more, running off towards the remnants of the explosion.

-

Elaine watched her brother drift to the ground, head hanging, the tears finally slipping down his boyish cheeks. She watched impassively, the only thing she would allow herself to feel regarding her brother.

Too many years she had wasted in sorrow and anger and confusion. He didn’t deserve more than impassion from her.

“Why?” he was whispering, she realized. “What could Ban give you that I can’t? When he’s the reason you died?”

She said nothing, but she did drift closer, if only to hear more of what he would say on the things he had no knowledge of.

“How can you forgive Ban?”

How could she forgive him?

What is there to forgive?

Ban didn’t do anything to her.

…

Well. That’s not true.

Elaine didn’t inhale, because she no longer needed to, but she thinks if she still had to breathe she would have. She let go of the impassion, the indifference. And she let the pain in her heart soul boil to the surface as she stared at her big, foolish brother.

“You left,” she starts. “You left, and I was forced to spend hundreds of years in solitude.” She could hear her voice reverberate off the crystalline walls around them, so far away still. But his breathing had hitched, he was listening, and she could see the moment his heart skipped a beat when she finally addressed him. She could feel the way his heart ached, the pain that plagued it, the pain that he had no right to feel when he left.

The pain was familiar. The pain was her own as much as it was his.

Her next words were clearer, grounded in her instead of around them. His head snapped up.

“Seven hundred years after you abandoned your country, after you abandoned me. And Ban… Ban erased all the loneliness in just seven days. He made those centuries feel like nothing more than a nightmare.” 

He couldn’t find words, his mouth opening and closing but not even a stranged sound could escape. She narrowed her eyes, just slightly. He was still her brother, after all, and she would not allow her rage and hurt caused by him to take over her soul. She would not.

“You ask how I can forgive Ban. But I have to ask, how can I forgive you?” 

The anguish on his face didn’t bring her any satisfaction. It only sparked a fury in her chest, and she ached with the anger. She took a faux breath, if only to ground herself, and smoothed the glare away, dragging back the indifferent expression to her face.

“You don’t know him, brother. You don’t know him at all.”

-

Zeldris hauled Meliodas out of the rubble, the brothers hunching behind Gelda a moment later as she blasted one of Guila’s incoming attacks.

“We’re getting nowhere,” Meliodas huffed, “and only being driven back to where Elizabeth ran.”

“We’re getting somewhere,” Zeldris said. “We’re being good distractions.”

“I wouldn’t call you distractions. I haven’t forgotten about Princess Elizabeth,” Guila said from where she stood on a high crystal that Diane had made in an attempt to attack her. “However, I have no intention of passing up the chance of fighting two of the Seven Deadly Sins.” She tilted her head, regarding Gelda and Zeldris with a contemplative frown. “Well, two depowered Sins and their… family, if the reports are to be believed. I must say, it is a mystery as to why two people so seemingly as powerful as the Sins would not have fought alongside them over ten years ago. I must ask-”

“None of your business!” Diane swung a hammer-shaped crystal at the pillar Guila had claimed, forcing the possible holy knight to leap to another. Before she could get her bearings, Diane swung again, aiming for Guila’s feet, and again with every move back she forced Guila.

“Interesting,” Guila mused on the fifth swing, before twisting her body and propelling herself back on Diane’s make-shift hammer. She flipped back and created an explosion beneath herself, bringing her higher than the giant and keeping herself in the air with multiple smaller explosions. The next time Diane swung, there was a warning shout from Zeldris, but it was too late, and Guila blasted the hammer swinging at her with a large ball of flames.

The explosion forced the hammer to swing in reverse, and Diane narrowly avoided being slammed in the head by it, but lost her footing in avoiding the bludgeon. Guila took the opening and barraged her with explosions, and two, three stumbles back, Diane finally crashed.

Guila aimed another explosion at the downed giant, dismissing the fact that Gelda and Zeldris were in front of her. They braced for impact, both Gelda and Zeldris creating a barrier of purple and red flames in front of them and Diane. Guila’s frown deepened and brow furrowed. Something about the aura…

It didn’t matter. The flames would just bolster her power.

She sent the blast forward.

When it made contact, she expected the explosion to absorb the flames and continue on its path, smashing into the three.

It absorbed the flames.

It did not collide.

She had just a second to dodge her own blast.

[librathefangirl]

Since it's the final word of the year, let's go a little wild lol

Bittersweet Holiday fic + sort-of-sequel to My Love, It Burns

If one looked closely enough, the truth behind the picture-perfect image would break through the cracks. A picture said more than a thousand words, but that didn’t mean the words were always the right ones. Behind the joy and the laughter and the smiles was a deep grief; strong and crippling, even years after its cause.

A Debt to Pay chapter 3

Meliodas flinched as Galvina jabbed the dagger forward. He closed his eyes instinctively, waiting for the pain. It didn’t come. When Meliodas opened his eyes, it was just in time to see her disappearing out the door with a muttered curse, leaving him alone in the room. The curved dagger was embedded into the wall right above his head. A mere inch lower and it would have cut straight through his hair, possibly even his skull.

With Your Life in My Hands (You Asked Me to Believe) chapter 2

They were both well-built and well-armed, but neither of them was paying much attention to their surroundings. Pretty crappy guards actually. Thankfully. One of them was leaning back against the wall with his eyes closed, looking like he was about to doze off right then and there. The other one was flipping his ax around in his hands with increasing complexity. King was almost tempted to stay where he was in the hopes of getting to see the man drop the weapon on his own foot.

Unfinished Whumptober fic (Betrayal)

“Who… are you?” Beth sat up, staring at the boy wide-eyed. Logically, she knew she had reason to fear him – all this destruction just with a stick? – but she felt strangely calm as he turned around to face her. When his gaze met hers, a small gasp slipped past his lips, the stick falling from his hand. There was something to his eyes that told of an age much older than his appearance. He closed his eyes briefly; “… of course… it’s…” Beth couldn’t quite make out his mumbled words. When he opened his eyes again, there was a sadness to them despite the smile on his face.

Unfinished Whumptober fic ("It's broken") + part of my Melizabeth Race Swap AU

Turns out, that was a grave understatement. Despite Meliodas’ efforts, despite trying to shield his own wing, despite Elizabeth wrapping her darkness around them – close enough to be protective but not suffocating – Meliodas was fairly certain he passed out during the flight. He came to again with heavy breathing, barely suppressed groans, and with Elizabeth supporting most of his weight.

The final word for 2023 is...

✨ CLOSE ✨

All versions are a go! Find the word in any WIP and share the sentence containing it! Reply, reblog, stick it in the tags, tag us in a new post, or keep it private. All fandoms, all ships, all writers welcome.

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Only answer if you want of course, or pick and choose which ones to talk about, but! I'm very interested to hear about these fics 💜💜💜💜

A Clan of One

First Holy War Whumptober AU

Whumptober - Meliodas & The Boar Hat Regulars

King & Meliodas Whumptober 2022

The Past On My Skin

I usually don't need a lot of encouraging to talk about my fics and wips, so I will talk about these :D Except for the King & Meliodas one, I don't really think I've even mentioned these before. Fun!

First off, Meliodas & The Boar Hat Regulars I talked about in another ask. But as for the others...

A Clan of One

This is one of my remaining Febuwhump fics, but I haven't properly started on it yet (still got a few others to finish first). I do have an idea of what it'll be about though (it's even got a title!). It's for Day 27, and the prompt "Survivor's Guilt". Basically, it's gonna be exploring how Meliodas deals struggles with more or less being the only demon left. While he did choose to betray the demons, they are still his kin, his family even, and now they are gone and he's still here. They're not dead, of course, and one could argue if what he's doing is actually living (with the whole cursed and torment thing going on), but he's got to have a lot of guilt about what happened to the rest of the demons (and for leaving Zel behind to that fate).

Here's a little summary I wrote when I first decided on this idea:

One good thing about the years passing was that people forgot. Millennia later, no one cared to talk about the sealed Demon Clan. To them, they were a thing of the past. To Meliodas, they were an eternity of ghosts in his head.

First Holy War Whumptober AU

Now this is another one of the Whumptober fics I never got around to finishing in time. But I will finish it! I'm actually quite excited to share this one. It's gonna be a 3-chapter fic written for 3 separate Whumptober days/prompts, with the first prompt being "Reluctant Whumper". The other 2 are a secret for now (telling them would be too spoilery). Like my title suggest it's an AU taking place during the First Holy War, the story going off-canon right after Meliodas betrayal. It's focused on our beloved demon brothers, and also features our (here non-literal) queens Elizabeth and Gelda. Oh, and the Demon King, I guess (a proper whumper for this Whumptober fic). That said, since it's Whumptober (and me), there will be plenty of angst going around. Especially for those poor traumatized boys. There are a lot more I could say about this one, but I'm not going to. I feel like the less I say, the better this fic is going to be to read.

However! I will share a little sneak peek. I do have several snippets I wish I could share with you all, but most of them are in the second chapter and (again) that would be too spoilery, so let's go with a (redacted) sneak peek from chapter 1 instead:

Zeldris felt his blood turn to ice as the words repeated themselves in his head. Over and over again. Like an unwanted echo in an empty house. This... This was wrong! This wasn't how it was supposed to go. Meliodas wasn't supposed to [redacted]. He was supposed to [redacted], and Zeldris – Zeldris looked down at his hand; the same hand that had [redacted] just a few moments before – Zeldris didn't know what he was doing anymore. This was all wrong.

King & Meliodas

Ah, yes, the fic with two beginnings (lol). This was technically planned out for Whumptober 2022, but since I ended up not doing Whumptober that year, this fic was never fully written. The prompts I was going to use for this fic were "Protective" and "Stabbed". Since then, I've also written two separate beginning to (what I'm fairly certain is) the same fic. But that's fine, happens to the best of us (right?), and I do think I can combine the beginning without too much struggle (I love them both, plus they're kind of starting at different places).

So the story... This takes place in another undefined timeline; the Sins are all together, fighting side by side, and Meliodas' demon secret has already been revealed. King, like in canon, is struggling with the reveal and what it means in terms of him trusting Meliodas. (I do love making King confront his feelings about Mel being a demon). There is a big fight happening, during which King and Meliodas end up separated from the others. Though not before Meliodas gets badly injured saving King. So that's the plot, I guess, the two of them trying to find their way back to the others, trying not to die, all the while dealing with the elephant in the room (or maybe I should say demon in the room).

Here's two sneak peeks (one for each document lol). First off, Meliodas astounding lack of worry for his own health:

“Huh?” Meliodas almost sounded surprised, as if he hadn’t noticed the blood that was running down his leg. He glanced down at his shirt, pulling it up enough to reveal the angrily red wound, slowly oozing more and more blood. “Oh. Yeah, that’s not good.” “We should find shelter.” “I’m fine.” King didn’t even know how to act around Meliodas anymore. Let alone how he felt. This was not helping. “You almost fell on your face.” “I stumbled. It’s fine.” King felt his annoyance growing, “You’ve been stabbed!”

And then the heart of the issue:

“What the heck kind of question is that?!” Meliodas was sitting up fully now. The levity was completely gone. King had seen him like this before. This was the Meliodas that made no one question who the captain of the Seven Deadly Sins was; gaze sharp, posture serious, status undeniable. Now though, King couldn’t help but wonder where Meliodas had learned to channel that deadly focus so fast and unwavering in the first place. As a Holy Knight in Britannia, or as a trusted soldier in the Demon Real? “Come on,” King countered, the words harder to form than he wanted. There’s no going back now. “You can’t pretend like nothing’s changed.” “Yeah, you’re right,” Meliodas admitted. His brow furrowed as he studied the flames for a moment. Then he met King’s gaze again. The smile on his lips was an empty echo of its usual mirth. “I know you don’t trust me anymore, King.” King struggled to keep eye contact. This wasn’t a secret. They both knew it because King hadn’t tried to hide it. It wasn’t meant to be a secret. Yet hearing it out loud, it felt like a sucker punch.

The Past On My Skin

Ooh. This is a fic that was inspired by a post talking about what if Meliodas had the scars from his deaths, and also by the song "Would Anyone Care" by Citizen Soldier. (Come think of it, I probably started this wip around the time I made that video). Basically, while Meliodas body is healed each time he dies, he also gains a scar (from the "killing blow"). So, in other words, not a happy fic (but there will be comfort eventually, just a lot of hurt too), exploring the darker parts of Meliodas' mind and the mental impact of his curse.

I don't think I have much more to say about this one, so here's a sneak peek:

Maybe he wasn’t completely invincible after all? It had been a nice thought, as long as it had lasted. Though as years turned to centuries, Meliodas was forced to face reality. He was stuck. Frozen. In a way it was pretty fitting. After everything he’d done, he deserved to be stuck in a prison of his own. The scar wasn’t his first and it wouldn’t be his last. The death only one of many. It wasn’t really a conscious thing. Not at first anyway. More like an indifference; recklessness, getting a little too bold during a fight, a little too careless with how he protected the people around him. In the end, what did it matter? He couldn’t really die. And if he started welcoming death and the merciful void of emotions, well, everyone had their breaking point, right? Meliodas had crossed his several Elizabeths ago.

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[that-was-anticlimactic]

maybe a walk will fix me

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A lot went down last chapter! So here’s a bit of fluff as a treat~ 

Lmao sorry for the short chapter! I’m not super good with fluff haha