#mokushiroku no yonkishi manga
Explore tagged Tumblr posts
bunji-enthusiast · 3 months ago
Note
Could you do poly Tristan and Lancelot hc with a fem s/o?
Tumblr media
Haha, hope this was okay anon! It’s always nice to write for either of them to be honest.
Its the wholesomeness I got in spades with these two!
Tumblr media
Individually they are very great partners on their own, but both of them? Oh wow, you got real lucky! You are the most well-protected girl in the expanse of Britannia against any opponent. They can be a bit of clashing in terms of personality, but you can tell they always mean well for not just for yourself, but each other too. It's a working circle the three of you had managed, albeit perfectly.
Lancelot is full of worries most of the time, and he worries a lot. Even if he doesn't express it, he's come to care way too much about you and Tristan alike. You both stole a place in his heart and won't move out, and that almost scares him.
Tristan sometimes is stuck between a rock and hard-place, usually trying to be the one to amend things when going through bouts of agreements or difficulties that brought out very big emotions. But still, he could understand too, the idea that you could just suddenly lose your life and leave the other two in the process can be rather terrifying.
Life with them can tend to either swing from complete peace or complete and utter chaos, you can never truly tell what to expect. But that was only part of it, and you still chose to stick with them regardless.
Bathing together is a complete and utter rarity, many do it privately for very valid reasons. But in spa's? It is very much going to be all three of you, it's nice to be content and speak about the simple things of life.
Regardless if you are as about as strong as they are, or even weaker, they will both still very much express worry over you.
Lot's of private and domestic moments, especially during cuddle sessions. You're mostly kind of squeezed in between them or even other times your spooning Tristan or Lancelot from behind while the former holds the other.
Tristan is mainly the wounds taking care of wounds, he always insist anyway, and you couldn't say otherwise - having goddess powers really did come in handy often. Yet it was the intimacy of it whenever you or Lancelot would do it for any or all three of you, it was personal, but refreshing in a way.
Between the three of you, silent rage is truly something personal if either of you got injured. You all vow for each other and protect each other, so god help the person that injured even you, Lancelot or Tristan. If it's you alone that would have gotten injured, it's two very angry and powerful boys that the opponent would have to deal with.
Your smile and laughter? Absolutely knocks them both out (not literally), its the way the lines are so ingrained, the way the light frames your face perfectly when you smile and throw your head back to laugh. Its in the way that you have stolen their hearts so completely that they look at you like you're everything to them.
When you have your days of peace, without carrying out duties or patrol, you have dates. Which most of the time you usually suggest or bring up, other times it would be Tristan marking up the idea. However, whoever actually plans is usually a flip of coin. Though between the three of you, it's surprisingly Lancelot who plans the best kinds of dates and takes both of you into consideration about what you're comfortable with.
Hand-holding, absolutely. While it is rare for Lancelot to actually take your hand or his, he does admire it from a safe distance when you and Tristan hold hands. but when it happens to be hand-holding with him, you quite literally have to hold back the urge to scream. He's an absolute dork when this happens, and it's frankly adorable.
Sometimes, though also rare, you accidentally end up mix-matching clothes. Tristan could have your shirt, and you could have one of Lancelot's many sweatshirts (listen I know he constantly wears that outfit, which he looks good in but still).
Practice and training lessons together! Perfectly ordered in actions, and the clashing of swords and magic. usually is more so one on one, but when the three of you all together want to really practice and work at it, you all train and go against each other.
Lancelot is protective of you both, but he knows better to overstep, he's got manners after all. He just can't help but worry at times if there is some bad even that is occurring, he worries about both of you and your health. Eventually breaths thats sigh of relief when he hears one or the other's mind, through the ability of his heart-reading.
In the dense sparseness of the castle hallways, you could be seen with Tristan, just simply having a delight by dancing together. There is another pair of eyes watching you thoughtfully, not a sight he expected to wake up to and find, but nonetheless a welcome one.
The shimmering rays of the sun dawned on the still-awakening land, leaving the bustling liveliness of Liones to begin airing. Filling each and every sleeping person who begins their day with a renewed sense of emotions and a new motivation to take on the day, be it quick or sluggish. Particularly in this case, it was you and Tristan who'd awoken way earlier then Lancelot had. This was a rare case, but either of you didn't want to awaken the sleeping wild prince. So the two of you had opted to simply leave him alone and not disturb his sleep.
You chuckled as you pulled along the beautiful white-haired nephilim, who was questioning at each turn where you were taking him too. You just told him to be patient and wait till you had gotten to your desired destination. Which didn't take very long to reach fortunately.
Tentatively letting go of your hold on his wrist, you stepped into the empty yet large room. it was the dining hall only used for balls and the celebrations of birthdays alike. Tristan slowed down to a stop, watching your movements as you walked around, hearing the bountiful echos of your footstep clack against the cold-hard stone. A small smile tugged on his lips, such a simple act, yet he couldn't help but find the beauty of the chastity in it all.
Like the haunting howls of a weeping ghost, yet it was such a wonderful and tearful cry. With all the stories interwoven, and one could tell, with the scratches indented into stone from numerous footsteps made in the vast expanse of the space. One could tell, he could tell, that it wasn't the ordinary everyday thing to set off such a wonderful morning.
"What'd you bring me here for?" He asked, whence finally daring to break the uniqueness of the silence, though he was dearly endowed in wanting it to last even longer. You turned your head, the flowing locks of your hair following along. Just a small smile, a barely noticeable grin as you clasped your hands tightly behind your back.
The windows were wide, and towering, leaving the light to spill in. Casting such an ethereal glow upon the colors that made up your appearance, Tristan almost seemed to be ashamed for allowing himself to set eyes upon such a sight.
It was certainly a far cry from what he was used to, and he wasn't sure if he was prepared for it. But akin to obstacles, he would push through it and succeed.
"I was wondering," You began, walking forward toward the prince of Liones. "If you wanted to share a dance?"
"A dance?" His eyes widened, though not in disgust or reprise. It was something else entirely, you weren't sure.
You let out a hum of affirmation, cheeks colored bashfully.
"I-I uh," he stammered, before shaking his head and pulling himself together. "That sounds nice, but i'm kinda a bad dancer though." He laughed, scratching the back of his head, cheeks dusted pink with embarrassment. Oh it was a wonderful, vociferous sight to see such a bashful expression on the prince.
You had contemplated your thoughts for a moment, and the current situation of circumstances. But you decided once and for all--
"Come on anyway!" You grinned, holding out your hand for him to take. "I'll help you, promise."
He seems to be turning within himself, eyes swimming with stout doubt. One blue, one green, both colors you had almost envied him for being born with. They fit him so perfectly, like a glove. You'd stare at them for eternity if you could, for it was in eternity that you had been born with the blessing to encounter not just him, but the grumpy blonde prince as well.
It was that you had been snapped out of your daydream that Tristan took your hand, so you respond immediately, pulling him close and swimmingly performing ornate moves, and even the silliest ones. Causing to elicit laughter from both of you when either of you mess up a move.
One stamp on the foot or on the other.
"Ow!" You wince, and Tristan's expression immediately turn to concern as an apology spills out of his mouth.
"Sorry, sorry!" He said, almost frowning as he held your waist, stepping somewhat backward as he waited for you to re-adjust yourself. Tristan didn't mean to make another mistake again.
You shook your head with a giggle, pulling him close again, and holding both his hands, removing them from your waist. "I like this, it's nice compared to the stuffy royal ball kind of dancing."
His brows turned, A small smile tugging at his lips, "Oddly specific, don't you think?" You shrugged your shoulders, a knowing expression betraying the notion.
Lancelot let out a groan, noticing immediately that two bodies of warmth had disappeared from the bed. He shifts onto his elbows, raising his brows in confusion as his sight had been wrought with bleariness. He got up, shifting the blankets, but he had folded them back rather neatly. His eyes shifting, somewhat sensing the way you two had left the room. Didn't even bother to wake him up as well, he almost groans bitterly at the thought, but it was immediately replaced with some appreciation for being allowed to sleep longer.
So he finally got up, and began his quest of finding the two of you.
Which honestly didn't take very long, considering the laughter and the barely noticeable echo of steps that seemed to repeated, song and dance, he didn't even need to use his ability to read thoughts. Lancelot wasn't necessarily sure what to expect, but it certainly wasn't you and Tristan dancing together.
He let out a low hum as he encountered the sight, it was somehow in a way, refreshing. It tugged at his heartstring in a way he didn't realize they could be, as he leaned against the large doorway, hands in the comfort of his pockets.
Lancelot could notice the clear smile on your face, and Tristan's face. It was a certain he was almost sure he didn't deserve to lay his eyes on. But he was content, nonetheless in drinking in the sight of beauty and laughter.
The drawled scent of petrichor and the comforting air drafted the once musty hallways, spilling in from the vast expanse of the empty ballroom naught for the two bodies making it sing so lively. It was one spin, then another step then two steps, that he was sure that he was so, so lucky to find such a sight.
Lancelot's head was tilted in thought, the energy imbuing him with a sense of rejuvenation he never had felt before, the assurance of living as long as your partners. The excitement of memories to come, and surely he was sorely going to imbed this to memory for as-long as he lived, and Lancelot sure as hell didn't mind the thought of that.
"You're pretty silly sometimes, I swear Tristan," You comment, sticking out your tongue as you looked at him, quite a wide grin.
The whiter-haired prince shook his head at your remark, letting out a small scoff as he pulled you close. Enrapturing you in a surprise hug, then pulled back.
"I believe you are... sillier than I." He punctuates with a goofy expression, as he pats your head, and you just smile, features softening almost impossibly.
"Could be me, but there's enough of that goin' around."
You and Tristan's heads had turned to the source of the voice, finding Lancelot to be the source. You jumped in surprise, almost stammering, "What? how long have you been there?"
"Long enough to see you two prancing around." He shot back, you could almost see the expression of fatigue slowly wearing out from existence on his face, you assume he had recently awoken.
Tristan just laughs, crossing his arms, "You wanna join us? It's pretty fun." He said, a remarkably kind smile on his own face. Your eyes flit between him and Lancelot, and yet then, only you and Tristan burst out in laughter. While the blonde just scoffed, pressing forward to join you both in the room.
But, he really couldn't deny it, always enjoyed the sights of beauty.
55 notes · View notes
zorria · 2 months ago
Text
Tumblr media Tumblr media
The sins waiting to pull up on Arthur if meliodas needed it still makes me happy 😭❤️
192 notes · View notes
ivyllamauwu · 5 months ago
Text
Tumblr media Tumblr media
LORD HAVE MERCY 😫
176 notes · View notes
aster-2005 · 5 months ago
Text
A bitter sweet yet such a melting farewell for now"
Colored by me:
Tumblr media
271 notes · View notes
librathefangirl · 5 months ago
Text
Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media
I LOVE THEM YOUR HONOR 😭🥹💜💜
206 notes · View notes
epic-poutine · 6 days ago
Text
Unsupervised Chaos
Tumblr media Tumblr media
Enjoy :)))
92 notes · View notes
ola-rolaka · 5 months ago
Text
Tumblr media
It was so sweet, that Persival wants to show the rest of the team that Nasiens can fly, hahah
136 notes · View notes
theprinceofliones · 9 months ago
Text
Lancelot every time another random female tells him they're either destined to be together or that they've created a fake alternate reality where he's basically a fictional sex slave (he's gay):
Tumblr media
189 notes · View notes
lexicoreyo · 5 months ago
Text
Tumblr media
king how can you look so sad and so hot at the same time
144 notes · View notes
kriscentrics · 5 months ago
Text
Tumblr media
★ nnt pride, day seven: pink | yearning ★
“two who knew the sweet and the sour of the holy war; their lives come together, grow apart, and again…"
73 notes · View notes
micchi971 · 3 months ago
Text
The translated chapter made me think even more about the possibility of Tristan spying.
You can see a lot that he seems to be playing a part...the other Isolde calls him Tantris after the pseudonym Tristan uses in Arthurian stories to hide himself.
The parellalisms are there.
Tumblr media
The only thing I think about now is his daddy and mommy and how worried they are about him...if they know that.
Like... remember this???
Tumblr media
...I really want Nakaba to elaborate on this a little bit in the next chapter....I would like to see Mel and Eli and their true feelings.
I miss my sweet family so much.
Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media
49 notes · View notes
bunji-enthusiast · 2 months ago
Note
a one short with Tristan and Lancelot as a couple?I don't know if you accept requests for yaoi couples..
Tumblr media
I try to be as versatile as possible lol, so no worries. I may mostly write X Readers but I’ll accept character x character from time to time!
Headcanons though, I'm too burnt out for a one shot, I don't got ideas.
Tumblr media
Lots and lots of hand-holding, always prompted by Tristan but never Lancelot. The blonde will play into it however, but he never is usually the one to engage the hand-holding unless if they are behind closed doors without anyone to point it out. He doesn't need that.
Opting for pretty peaceful dates, which is what they both aim for wherever possible. Preferably not out and about in Liones though, they will go somewhere else, but on occasion they'll go out on a date in Liones. Though they just only do so without the chaos of duties and/or the inveitable attack of perpetuators attacking civilians in nearby villages or both kingdoms themselves.
Lancelot has a habit of ruffling Tristan's hair, he does it to annoy the nephilim, he thinks it's absolutely cute (Tristan is very specific about his hair, so if one strand feels off, he will go crazy).
Occasional shares dances in the privacy of the Liones' castle kitchen, they dance there the most. Though Lancelot wasn't too keen on the idea at first, he got more into it because of Tristan, and in-fact enjoys dancing with him from time to time. Will never want to dance in public though, he thinks his dancing is far too embarrassing, and besides - he's trying to keep a cool and collected impression.
Lancelot doesn't mind the affections one would engage in, he got pretty used to that because of Tristan, whom on the other hand is very big on physical touch. Tristan knows when to back off though, boundaries are important of course.
Forehead-touching, in the morning comfort of the large king bed. They just stare at one another, contemplating if they should stay in bed later and catch up on sleep, or get up and get on with the day.
Lancelot is immediate in reassuring Tristan about his fears of his demonic half, which Tristan knows he shouldn't, but he hadn't been trained with it much beyond the occasional release of power in desperate cases. Tristan is learning to appreciate the nooks and crannies of it though, even if the journey to fully controlling his power will be lengthy, he takes it with stride.
It may seem surprising but Tristan knows how to work Lancelot up to the point he's a blushing mess, no way or bout out of it either. Though he may be a mean, teasing guy, he'll back off if Lancelot absolutely tells him too.
36 notes · View notes
zorria · 2 months ago
Text
Tumblr media Tumblr media
ISOLDE AND CHION ARE BACK
snd holy do I not like chions design lol
119 notes · View notes
ivyllamauwu · 25 days ago
Text
Tumblr media
I had to I’m sorry 😭 I was so conflicted on what text to use but alas I settled on that one.
102 notes · View notes
aster-2005 · 3 months ago
Text
Tumblr media
Little Parody I doodle:
130 notes · View notes
librathefangirl · 7 months ago
Text
Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media
BROTHER!!😭❤️ I'll never get over Zeldris calling Meliodas brother like this; so casual, so constant!! THEY'RE BROTHERS, YOUR HONOR 🥺🥺
Tumblr media
Also... Uncle Zeldris 🥹
321 notes · View notes