#mokushiroku no yonkishi manga

[bunji-enthusiast]

a one short with Tristan and Lancelot as a couple?I don't know if you accept requests for yaoi couples..

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.

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.

[aster-2005]

A bitter sweet yet such a melting farewell for now"

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[librathefangirl]

BROTHER!!😭❤️ I'll never get over Zeldris calling Meliodas brother like this; so casual, so constant!! THEY'RE BROTHERS, YOUR HONOR 🥺🥺

Also... Uncle Zeldris 🥹

[zorria]

MY BABIES THEY ARE SO CUTE OMG ❤️😭

[ivyllamauwu]

LORD HAVE MERCY 😫

[theprinceofliones]

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):

[ola-rolaka]

Persival, please, remember, Nasiens spent 2 years to find a way to wake you up!

[lexicoreyo]

king how can you look so sad and so hot at the same time

[kriscentrics]

★ 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…"

[micchi-sama]

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.

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???

...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.

[winterlogysblog]

I WAS RIGHT!!! THEY ALREADY GAVE THE DRUG TO HIM!!!

[aster-2005]

SPOILER CHAPTER 149

NASIENS IS THE 1ST CHILD OF KIANE ALL RIGHT

Worreldane redirects Chastiefold against Nasiens and Nasiens stops Chastiefold, this could indicate to us that Nasiens possess disaster, this is a gift from the sacred tree that possess those fairies who can control a spiritual spear

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[librathefangirl]

I LOVE THEM YOUR HONOR 😭🥹💜💜

[zorria]

GAWAIN WHAT DID THEY DO TO YOU 😭

[ivyllamauwu]

Him? A murder that has killed many people, and has destroyed a whole kingdom due to his emotions? He would never. He’s just a silly guy wdym.

[theprinceofliones]

He knows something's wrong when his son doesn't come home.

Meliodas can feel it in his bones, tingling underneath his skin as his demon blood hums with his unfiltered anxiety. He itches to move, to fight, to distract himself even though it feels like the walls are closing in.

Tristan had left for Benwick a week prior, to visit Lancelot and attempt to find a way to lift him up despite Percival's death, to attempt to bring him back into the fold.

He left with his Platoon, Isolde and Chion, and Meliodas trusted them of course. But, his son was powerful just by himself, so he was at least a little reassured in that aspect. Meliodas never thought Arthur would attack again, not now, not when he'd succeeded in ridding of the prophecy.

Isolde is limping, holding up a barely awake Chion, and all of his fears suddenly come true.

They were attacked by Arthur's knights.

Tristan tried to buy them time to get out of there.

Tristan didn't come home.

His son had been /taken from him/.

Meliodas is ruined.

_

He enters the meeting hall, opening the doors himself and feels as though he's working on autopilot, like someone has taken over his body and is doing everything for him because--how could he do anything else? How could he? When his worst nightmare has become reality.

Elizabeth, his wife, his beautiful, gorgeous other half, his strong, /true/ soulmate stands at the end of the table whilst other Lords of the realm discuss amongst themselves. They had been for days, inside of these four walls, panicked now that Percival's death was made public. Elizabeth had been attempting to placate them, to reassure them that not all was lost.

But, it was. Everything was lost. His son was gone.

Meliodas doesn't feel the tears on his cheeks, nor does he feel the stare and silence of every knight and lord now that he's entered. He simply limps his way over to his wife who's staring at him with wide, golden eyes, absolutely frozen as she watches her husband and his hunched over form, like he'll fall apart.

Something's wrong. Something's happened.

She goes cold, an unmistakable numbness taking over her, true, /pure/ fear taking ahold of everything she is.

She's never felt such terror before. Not ever.

Something's /wrong/.

Meliodas finally makes his way over to her, exhaling shakily before he reaches up to gently grab her hand and, for a moment, it looked as though he were moving to softly graze her stomach, her womb, before he twitches to grasp her palm and turn the two of them around towards the fireplace behind them, away from the eyes of the lords and knights staring at them as though they're ghosts.

Elizabeth feels her husband shake, /shake/, and she thinks she knows.

"Arthur-" Meliodas' voice is hoarse, as though he had been screaming. "He took our boy, Elizabeth. Our baby."

Her worst nightmare, now a reality.

Elizabeth is ruined.

She rips her hand from his, going completely cold, cold as corpse, and takes a step away from him, skin going paler than that of a ghost.

She moves to take another step, and nearly falls over, her foot shaking.

Elizabeth /trembles/, fear overriding her, terror and horror making a home inside of her insides, replacing her blood for dread, and her bones for panic. Her heart beats loudly in her ears, resounding throughout her skull as she moves away from him, trying and nearly failing to hold herself upright.

Her hands reach up to grasp at her stomach, where she once created life from, where she once held her son away from the whole world, where her son couldn't be taken from her.

She bows her head and shakes uncontrollably, all noise turning muffled as grief immediately takes over her, fills her senses and she /sobs/.

/No, no, no/, her mind begs. /Please, let this be a nightmare. Please/.

Her son, her boy, her baby. Gone. Gone. Gone.

/"What's happened?"/

/"Is the Queen alright?"/

/"Your Grace, are you-?"/

Her son, her boy, her baby. Taken. Taken. Taken.

What else would this world take? What else would the Gods deem her unworthy of? How much more would she suffer?

Arthur had been her friend, her ally, but he had lost his way.

She had been prepared to save him, to help guide him back on the right path because-it wasn't his fault. It wasn't him anymore, it was Chaos inside of him, controlling him, making him do things he wouldn't ever normally do.

She was prepared to forgive him.

But there was no forgiveness any longer.

Elizabeth had none left to give.

Suddenly, she lifts her head back up and stands upright, very suddenly calm as she exhales once, twice, three times, through her parted lips.

It was as if all sorrow and grief had been burnt away, burnt away by the boiling, ever so careful /rage/ consuming her, taking over all she was and all she'd ever be.

She can feel the tears drying on her cheeks as she turns around, facing her husband and the rest of the room.

Meliodas stares at her as though he's never seen her before.

The lords and knights all rear back at the sight of her.

"His head," She heaves as her skin boils alive. Her stomach is an empty vessel now, barren and cold. "Bring me Arthur Pendragon's /head/."

She wasn't a defenseless little princess, she hadn't been for a long time, but for the first time since facing off against the Demon King, does she truly feel as though her rage could transform her into something vicious.

Meliodas' eyes are shining still, filled with tears, but they're empty, nearly lifeless, and they are the same in their shared grief. But, hers burns brighter than the light of a thousand suns, and his is an empty cavern filled with nothingness.

The grief and rage of losing a child could burn down the world. Either the Kingdom of Britannia or Kingdom of Camelot could be allowed to prosper, but not both.

Arthur Pendragon would reap what he's now so viciously sown, would pay for everything he had taken from her.

After all, hell hath no fury like a woman scorned.