#seven nights of sin

[theshireisburning-so-mordoritis]

Hii! Could you do #11 with Frankie for the 7 night of sin series pleeease and thank you💓

Stay Quiet For Me

Part of The Seven Nights Of Sin - Series Three

Pairing: Frankie Morales x F!Reader

Prompt: "We shouldn't be doing this." "Tell me to stop." (Changed a little to fit the scene)

Word Count: 2.7K

Warnings: 18+. Semi-public sex. Fingering. Allusions to more. Feral Frankie.

You were only supposed to take him his lunch.

A simple swing by, here you go baby, love you, I’ll see you tonight and then you would be breezing right back out the door.

But there was something that just made it far too difficult to leave - your feet seemingly stuck to the floor as your mouth parted without a coherent sound to come out of it - eyes drinking him in whilst the first spark of heat crackled low in your belly.

The place was empty except for Frankie, hard at work. Determination bright in his gaze and the type of quiet but unquestionable confidence exuding from him whilst he took the vehicle apart that brutally reminded you of how easily he’s able to take you apart.

It was the sleeves of his old flannel shirt pushed up to his forearms that made you feel a little warm, the grease from the car that was smudged across his large hands - his fingers and his knuckles and the muscles of his strong arms that flexed when he reached for the rag.

It was the peak of tanned chest from where his collar hung open and the fact that you knew if you were to slide your hand beneath it and pull it to the side, there would be the pretty lilac mark you had left on him from the night before.

And fuck, Frankie knew.

He wasn't the oblivious type. The man knew exactly what the sight of him was doing to you only moments after he had spotted you standing there. Watching him. The smile that spread across his lips in surprise from seeing you grew wider - those doe eyes rounding slightly before they went hooded and burned dark.

He quirked a brow at the way you shamelessly raked your gaze over him, his own roaming soon after whilst you slipped towards him. Forest green sundress swishing around your thighs and you bit back a grin when he tossed the rag to immediately beckon you into the cage of his arms.

"What have I done to deserve this?"

You held up the bag of food in response and gave it a little shake before placing it on his workbench and covering the distance between you.

"You forgot lunch," you murmured, sighing happily as he caught at your outstretched hand and tugged you to his chest. "Thought I'd take the opportunity to surprise you. "

He made an appreciative sound, a pleased hum in the back of his throat that was far too endearing and made you wonder how your poor heart was supposed to take all the ways this man could make you go weak for him.

As if he was able to sense your dilemma, he dipped his head and chose then to kiss you. All soft and sweet, lazy and indulgent, lips quirking at the edges because you all but melted in an instant. A flood of warmth hitting your chest at the feel of his smile.

"You're too good to me, always so nice." He told you, the words a little mumbled, warm with praise and pressed into your mouth between tender kisses because he refused to pull away far enough to speak them any clearer.

And then it became something more. A little messier, a little greedy.

His hands found your waist, spreading wide, searing heat through your dress as he squeezed at your curves and it made you go that breathless kind of dizzy, touch drunk almost immediately. Humming with delight whilst you wrapped your arms around his neck and allowed the needy feeling that had taken root in your chest from the moment you had seen him take over.

And Frankie welcomed it wholly - lost to it as he walked you back into the work bench. Groaning when you coaxed his lips apart and plunged your tongue inside the warmth of his mouth to slide messily with his.

There was a hand curled tight in the curls at the back of his head, your teeth scoring at the bottom of his lip before you suckled at the mark to soothe the sting.

It had his breath hitching.

Fingers clenching tight in your dress in response. The fabric wrinkling beneath his grip, pulled taught and almost to the point of ripping as he used it to wrench you closer, a sinful noise catching in his throat whilst you pushed yourself against the half hard length of him.

"Wait, baby," He rasped. Cursing like he'd only just remembered where they were and now it was physically paining him to restrain himself, voice rough and low. Eyes near-black and chest heaving when he drew back only to bury his face in your throat because the sight of you was too much. "fuck, not here."

His boss was in the office out the back, the other guys gone for lunch but due to come back soon, and yet all Frankie could think about was getting his hands on you more than he already had.

How much he wanted to spin you around and bend you over his workbench. Flip that pretty little dress up and shove your panties to the side so he could bury himself to the hilt whilst you fought to stay quiet with his name locked on your tongue.

He imagined how wet you would get, how you'd have to bite hard into the meat of his palm to muffle your screams whilst your pussy strangled his cock.

He wondered if you could tell he was seriously contemplating it despite the weak protest he had offered up, if you knew what you were doing to him just by walking in here and looking like that.

Looking at him like that.

Touching and kissing him as if you had been apart a lifetime rather than just since this morning.

He thought you did - that you obviously liked it enough since you hadn't made any effort to stop torturing him. His devious little wife trying to make him lose his mind.

He must have been making his thoughts far too obvious because all of a sudden you were huffing out a pleased little laugh, your fingers stroking light at his neck and wandering beneath his shirt to trail over his stomach.

"What's the matter, Francisco?" You whispered against the sensitive shell of his ear and he could feel it as a shiver rippled down his spine, the taunt in the brush of your lips, the grin that told him you had no intention of relenting unless he deliberately made it clear he wanted you to. "I thought you liked it when I'm nice to you, especially like this."

He hissed against you as your hand dipped beneath the waistband of his jeans, barely grazing the thick length of him before his hips were canting into your palm.

And that was all the encouragement you needed.

He was achingly hot when you fully curled your fingers around him, hard and pulsing in your grip, seeking more of the friction you offered with small, barely restrained thrusts, and Frankie let loose a ragged sound that made you chuckle as you worked your hand faster and slid your thumb over the weeping head.

There was a scraping sting at your throat in response. A blunt warning that made your blood spark, his teeth marking the skin there before he snatched at your hand and drew it away to be trapped beneath his own on the bench at your side.

You wanted to protest, to pout at him for ruining your fun, but then he was kicking your feet apart, wedging a thick thigh between your legs and you choked on the complaint.

"You're not being nice, princesa," Frankie growled. Lifting his head to pin you with a glare that was all lust and simmering heat.

The hand that wasn't pinning yours rose to snag your chin in a rough grip and you blinked at him in surprise, lips parting on a half whine, half moan as he tilted it up until your nose was able to brush his. "You're being a fucking demon."

You stilled for a moment to regard him. Gaze flickering steadily over every inch of his face, his flushed cheeks and clenched jaw. Double checking that your husband wasn't actually mad and that working him up, here, like this, was okay.

Something he craved just as much as you did.

And when you got your answer you beamed. Slow and taunting.

His voice had been dark silk. Sweet honey and the smokey burn of whiskey.

He had meant it like a threat rather than a dismissal, letting you know just how badly you were testing him. The restraint he held where you were concerned only seconds from snapping and when it did you would truly be fucking in for it.

Too bad you didn't feel like heeding any warnings.

You raised a brow in challenge instead. "Do something about it then, Morales."

**

He dragged you to the breakroom.

A strong grasp around your wrist and a pace that you would have maybe struggled to keep up with if you hadn't have felt so goddamn needy.

But instead you were at his heels, desperate to finish what you had started in a way that had your body thrumming like a livewire, blood too hot beneath your skin, thighs a little sticky with want as you hurried alongside your husband.

And when Frankie yanked you through the old wooden door, shoving you against it before it had even fully closed, a hand at your jaw and the other clenching tight at your waist, you couldn't stop the dirty moan that fled past your lips.

He caught it with his own, crushed himself to you and swallowed the sounds down with a bruising kiss.

His tongue slipping inside the wet heat of your mouth to curl around your own and draw out every whimper he could until you were forced to part away and let your head fall back against the door, breathless, panting.

"Shit,” you gasped, eyes fluttering shut when his mouth descended upon your neck, tongue tracing the line of your throat, flicking over your pulse. A soft, wet drag before his teeth sank down. “Frankie.”

He let out a groan, mixed with a huffing kind of laugh that sounded like a taunt, and you felt his grin against your skin.

"Is this what you wanted, baby?" He asked, low and rough, nose nudging at your jaw, his hands lifting the hem of your dress as he wedged a thigh between your legs. "Just couldn't wait for me to touch you, needy little thing."

You whined in response before you could stop yourself, a desperate, half-gone noise that would have maybe made you feel embarrassed if you weren't on fire beneath his touch, body trembling as he dipped two fingers past the edge of your underwear to find you slick and hot for him.

"Fucking hell, princesa." Frankie ground out, a little wrecked at the discovery, free hand reaching to hitch your leg around his hip so he could lock you in place when you lurched, keeping you splayed open whilst he pushed inside you, thumb slipping over your clit.

Your fingers were digging into his flannel covered shoulders, nails sunk deep, and you wondered if it meant he'd carry a reminder of you like this for the rest of the day, pretty little crescent moon marks that burned long after you'd gone and made him ache all over again.

It was a dangerous thought.

One that made your belly twist and your body clench around him, hips stuttering into his hand when he curled his fingers, dragging them out slow to push them in quick, and pressed himself a bit closer, burying you into the door as he rut against your hip.

You were teetering on a knife's edge already, electricity in your veins, chasing a high that felt like it would shatter you into a thousand shards and Frankie looked just as ruined as you imagined you did.

Gaze molten, jaw slack, moaning praise into your mouth between hot breaths.

He seemed completely unbothered by the way the wood creaked at your back, frame rattling as he knocked you up it with each needy thrust. Any thought or worry about being caught gone up in smoke, reduced to ash and blown away by the breeze from the open window that stirred over your sweat-damp skin.

It made you feel smug.

A sinful bloom of pride unfurling in the centre of your chest as you yanked at his hair and inhaled the curse he spat with a quick, dirty kiss.

"To think, you said we shouldn't be doing this." You teased, hips grinding faster against the push of his fingers and your back arched when the tension built to a new peak, a higher ledge that Frankie was hellbent on shoving you over.

"We shouldn't be," He grunted in return, tone verging on chastising but you could feel the smirk as he dragged his mouth along your jaw, the way he bled heat and excitement in the steel grip at your thigh. "But you just wouldn't listen would you, don't give a fuck about who might see or hear as long as you get what you want, isn't that right?"

And as if to prove his point there was a noise from inside the workshop, gruff laughter and the clattering of metal, the radio switching on, and you whined when Frankie's head snapped up and he slowed his fingers, hesitation flaring across his expression for only a split second.

But the pathetic little cry you let out caught in the back of your throat and brought his focus back to you. Made his eyes burn dark with something wild, brows raised, as he continued to hold your pleasure just out of reach.

"Frankie,” you whimpered, eyes turning glassy, breath coming in little hiccups because it felt like your insides were coiled tight, liquid heat searing through your belly. “Please? More, baby. I can't- I need more, please Francisco.”

He nipped at your ear and shushed you. Sucking a mark into your neck as he pressed nice and slow against that patch of tissue that made your thighs spasm, wiggling his fingers until you gasped so he could coo at you all sweet with just a hint of mean.

"Oh pretty girl, I've got you but only if you stay quiet." Frankie tutted. "Think you can do that? It's either be quiet or tell me to stop because no one gets to hear those pretty sounds of yours but me."

Shit.

You wanted to snarl at him for being cocky but you were already nodding. All docile and obedient, walls squeezing him tight, far too gone for the way he grinned and suddenly sped up the slip of his fingers in and out of you, thumb drawing sharp circles over your clit until you wrenched his mouth back yours to muffle your sob.

"I'm gonna come." You stuttered, voice cracked and weak, so fucking needy that Frankie groaned. "Oh fuck, Frankie."

It was almost too much.

Your climax screamed through you, a violent flash of lightning that crackled deep in your veins and the bowl of your pelvis and would have forced you into a boneless heap on the ground if it wasn't for Frankie's body pinning you in place, eyes rolling back as you bore down on him and he continued to stroke you through each wave of bliss.

"Fucking christ, sweetheart." He cursed, mumbling between frantic, open mouthed kisses. "That’s it, good girl.”

He was drunk on the sounds that spilled from your lips to his, each little moan and sigh making his cock twitch and strain against his jeans. His grip becoming a bruising pressure at your waist as he coaxed you to ride it out on his hand and thigh until he was satisfied you had made a mess of both.

That you had nothing more to possibly give before he even thought of letting you sag back, body flushed all over and trembling.

But still he wasn't done. Feeling too greedy for more of the way you clung to him, the way you kissed him, hands caught up in his curls and a clash of tongues and teeth, like you wanted to inhale him, lick into him and taste everything he was.

"Let me fuck you?" He all but purred into your mouth whilst you were still gasping for breath, chest heaving.

His fingers ghosting over where you were raw and soaked, burning from his attentions and his smile curled wicked when you jerked at his near-touch, his words, your lashes fluttering all pretty and lips parting on a wrecked moan.

"Let's see if you can still be good when my cock is inside you."

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[novella-writers]

Hi all! I am a fellow 18+ Novella writer, mainly operating on discord. Lately I have been short of threads, so I'm seeking out some new partners! I mainly do double roleplays, but single threads are fine if I find the right partner! Below are a list of topics I am interested in writing.

Alice In Wonderland

Interview With A Vampire (1994 film)

Napoleon (2023 film)

Seven Deadly Sins

God of War

2003 Teen Titans

Stranger Things

Adventure Time

Marvel/ The Eternals

Shadowhunters

Criminal Minds

Harry Potter

Percy Jackson

Twilight

Sherlock

The chronicles of Narnia

The lord of the rings

The hobbit

Once upon a time

Bridgerton

The Labyrinth

Night in The Woods

Norse Mythology

Fandomless ideas:

- A forbidden relationship based on the moon and sun pairing. Characters would be based on these or maybe we could even explore the personification of these mystical beings! A fae and a human would be cool!

- A fantasy based pairing, could be witches, fae creatures, anything of the sort!

- Anything set in the 40's, 50's, or 60's!

- A musician couple that tours together

Sorry for the long wind, I wanted to make sure I got everything out there! If you'd be interested in chatting, feel free to like or reblog and I'll reach out to you!

Like if interested!

[findroleplay]

hi all, I'm an 18+ literate writer who's looking for some more partners! below are my fandoms. I am more than happy to do doubles and I mainly roleplay on discord. if you'd like to plot, like this and I'll reach out.

What We Do In The Shadows

Alice In Wonderland

Marvel

Shadowhunters

Criminal Minds

Harry Potter

Percy Jackson

Twilight

Sherlock

The chronicles of narnia

The lord of the rings

The hobbit

Once upon a time

Bridgerton

Black Butler

Seven Deadly Sins

The Labyrinth

Night in The Woods

Baldur's Gate 3

Hogwarts Legacy

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[librathefangirl]

Okay I am this fucking close to writing a fic solely based on the idea/headcanon that Meliodas used to call Merlin "kiddo" back when they first met, and sometimes he still does just to mess with her because he's a little shit, and sometimes he slips back into old habits and does it genuinely

[krystalkyro]

Interest check!! Me and a couple pals of mine are going to be working on a dating sim together. It's only in it's very early concept days but I've got a real good feeling about this project!

General idea is that you've died and landed yourself in Hell, confused as to why you're down there and not up to ask to 'speak to the manager' and are brought to meet 7 demons (ofc each one meant to represent a deadly sin) who discuss why you're down there. They quickly realize there must've been a mistake in the system as— you haven't really done anything sinful in your life. So they keep you with them for a while as they try to figure out how to get you up to Heaven. However while that's happening you end up getting closer to all of them and— dating sim shenanigans ensue. If it sounds closer to other media, believe there's probably a bit of inspiration :p

Anyway! There would be 3 endings for each character, good, bad, and neutral, though not every character will necessarily be romancable, two (aromantic) will have friendship endings!

This will likely take a while to properly get off the ground as I'm still learning how to program but I will see you on the flip side!

[kaynineacademy]

you ask me what i plan to do with my life. "whatever my heart wants," i say, like it yearns for a mansion in the hamptons or a vintage car. what i didn't say was, "i plan to be your forever. i plan to spend our morning in the kitchen making breakfast. i plan for you to know my favorite ice cream flavor and buy it on your way home from work to surprise me. i plan to bring you glasses of water at midnight. i plan to share pieces of mint gum with you. i plan to sit next to you on public transport and intertwine our hands in your pocket. i plan to sing jazz with you. i plan to go to museums and find paintings of lovers from the eighteen-century that look exactly like us. i plan to spend the rest of my life with you. that is what my life will be."

[numberonepeacock]

My Story Playlists

Royal Field Trip

Hybrid of the Seven Sins AU

Gem Alphas

Lily AU

Star Crossed Feathers

A Star's Reascend

[sarenhale]

BORN TO DIE / WORLD IS A FUCK / Kill Em All 2002 / I am death man / 410,757,864,530 DEAD COPS AND CAMARILLAS / TOREADORS DO NOT INTERACT

[gamerkrillslair]

Plato once said: "life is sleeping on the forest floor in 30 degree windy weather after walking several miles home from a legendary party because you forgot your keys."

and frankly how the fuck did he know that but also that's true

[oh-hush-its-perfect]

My fatal flaw is going "man this anime would have been so good if not for all the rampant sexism, racism, homophobia, and weird philosophy."

[morriganslittlemonster]

Seven deadly sins? More like seven mission objectives.

[wxckedwxrld]

Oneshots

➪𝑭𝒊𝒗𝒆 𝑵𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕𝒔 𝒂𝒕 𝑭𝒓𝒆𝒅𝒅𝒚’𝒔

➪𝑯𝒂𝒓𝒓𝒚 𝑷𝒐𝒕𝒕𝒆𝒓

➪𝑳𝒂𝒘 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝑶𝒓𝒅𝒆𝒓:𝑺𝑽𝑼

➪𝑴𝒂𝒓𝒗𝒆𝒍

➪𝑵𝒂𝒓𝒄𝒐𝒔

➪𝑷𝒆𝒂𝒌𝒚 𝑩𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒓𝒔

➪𝑹𝒊𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒅𝒂𝒍𝒆

➪𝑺𝒕𝒂𝒓 𝑾𝒂𝒓𝒔

➪𝑺𝒕𝒓𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒆𝒓 𝑻𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔

➪𝑺𝒖𝒑𝒆𝒓𝒏𝒂𝒕𝒖𝒓𝒂𝒍

[autumnsorbet]

Wanted to do a shorter version of my long post of what Arthur's feelings are for Merlin

Sorry for spoilers

After talking with some more people on the subject I wanted to do an update / shorter post of my thoughts on the subject on Arthur's feelings for Merlin and Merlin feelings for Arthur do I think Arthur has feelings for Merlin yes

😮‍💨(I used to ship them and after a reread of both the series and we watching the anime and game playthroughs I don't)

Do I think Merlin has feelings for Arthur as of the seven deadly sins story no because he was still young and 16 and she saw him as a son and it was stated back during the seven deadly sins run that Merlin and Arthur had a student teacher relationship she maybe even saw him as a son I don't know

But as of right now considering in four nights Arthur is an adult in his thirties around the same age as Merlin anything could happen and I could see nakuba ending the series with them together if Arthur doesn't get killed off or sealed away

I think he'll maybe get a redemption Arc restored Britannia and he along with the four nights will work together to stop the entities of chaos that are currently corrupting him and the four evils

I think that the chaos in entity is corrupting everyone will will fuse into one being and still try to fulfill Arthur's wish but Arthur will come back to his senses and get his humanity back and not want to go through with the plan but the fragment of chaos will still try to go through with it

And I think Merlin will show up at some point and we'll get more of a backstory on what happened with her and Arthur and why she wasn't with him

Want to throw this out there real quick my theory is that something happened where maybe Arthur and Merlin got attacked by some of the other races again like maybe the supreme deity sent out one last command or controlled the small group of angels she had left somewhere from the celestial realm and they attacked Arthur in Merlin got hurt and he thought she died and he let himself be

consumed by more of chaos cuz he felt he was too weak as a human and then that's when the chaos side of him started taking the plans he probably did have to make an eternal Kingdom and running with them further than Arthur originally wanted and even made a fake Merlin for Arthur and maybe Merlin did somehow survive getting attacked and didn't die she tried to go back to Arthur but saw

that he was corrupted and had a fake version of her with him so instead of going back to Arthur and trying to reason with him he was too corrupted so she's off somewhere trying to see if she can get Arthur back to his senses because I'm going to be honest I think when Merlin does come back into the story she's not going to be on any one side she's

just going to be doing her own thing because I don't think she's going to let 3,000 years worth of trying to find the right host for chaos and training Arthur and all the time she spent with him go to waste Merlin even said it herself that Arthur is important to him on the same level meliodicy is to Elizabeth Merlin really cares for Arthur even outside of him being the host of chaos I think she would truly care for him

I'm not sure what might have happened between Arthur and Merlin or what could be developed between them but I can see nakuba down the line at some point like I said if Arthur isn't killed off at the end of the story having Arthur and Merlin end up together🤢

It's actually a very common thing especially for the time. That the story is set in where royalty or certain people will fall in love with their teachers tutors and mentors who were there throughout their lives especially from Young ages from what it seems I believe Merlin that Arthur when he was five or six he's known her his whole life and we never really got to see Arthur form any other friendships or relationships with other people or even have friends, the only other people around his age even from a young age in the flashback was his older brother who tried to kill him, he probably didn't

have many friends since he was just the adopted Prince of the royal family so you know his older brother probably gave him shit about that , then he went off with Merlin I believe he was just with her and never really made any friends or after that, the only other person around his age during the seven deadly sins run was Elizabeth but her whole story was tied to meliodas like Arthur's is to Merlin we never see Elizabeth or Arthur have friends around

their own age, Elizabeth at least has her sisters and a few of the holy nights like guilt thunder Hauser and grimoire who I believe are all around the same age, and have all known each other since they were little so there could be friendship there with that but when it comes to Arthur he didn't have a friend or even a small network of friends his whole story and relationships are linked to Merlin and Camelot and that's it, even in other King Arthur stories he at least had friends he was friends with Lancelot but in this version of the story he's in his thirties and four nights and lancelitis 16 to 18

And I know it sounds like I'm rambling on but I'm getting to the point and it's that Arthur has no other real relationships so of course he's going to fall in love with Merlin is he going to end up with her possibly like I've said throughout the post yeah I believe Arthur and Merlin may end up together I don't think he'll fall in love with Guinevere and be with her like in other version of King Arthur stories the only really cares about her power if he ended up falling in love with her it will feel so random even if they show build up to it I just know a large amount of the fans would probably riot if that happened because Guinevere is 14 and he's like 32 or 34 right now so I don't see a relationship with them

happening the only other woman he could possibly have a relationship in this story is Merlin or the White witch (can't remember her name sorry) I know this might happen as well but I'm hoping that nakuba doesn't bring in Arthur's sister and have it where he ends up with her like another King Arthur stories I know some of the newer stories don't add

Arthur and Morgana getting together to have a kid and some of the fewer times I've seen King Arthur and different stories and shows they just skip that completely thank God and they still have mortgage show up but he's the son of someone else who I'm not sure were nakuba will go but i pray that he doesn't do windsect with Arthur and his half sister

If he ends up with Merlin I want like it but I want be shocked if it happens

I do want Arthur to be happy in the end and maybe get a redemption card I just wish he could end up with another character, I see people shipping him with Jericho and I will prefer that over him in Merlin at this point 😂

If Merlin shows up with a baby that's Arthur I'm going to lose my mind and will drop the manga 😅

I pray they don't have a kid or kids nakuba please don't add Mordred to the story 😔

Seal Arthur away,kill him off anything but a child with Merlin the forever 13 year old 😮‍💨

[pansexual-singer]

ok so I guess I'll make an intro cause I'm a little bored

Hi I'm Ari, I've known about shifting since 2022 and I've only shifted once. I have a lot of Drs, and I'm also a song writer, and just a writer in general. I love getting to know new people! I have a lot of fixations/special interests that I can tag :)

[librathefangirl]

actually scratch the list i need to know EVERYTHING

Well, let me tell you about a few more then. Let's talk about these:

The Loss in Victory (Emptiness)

Losing a Part of Me (Is Like Losing a Part of You)

Mel with tiny horns and wings

As the Night Falls

Pirate Melban AU

The Loss in Victory (Emptiness)

This is the Zeldris angst fic I was talking about back in... September, I think it was? It's supposed to be for Day 31 of Whumptober, and the prompt "Emptiness". (So the actual fic title is just "The Loss in Victory"). It's a hurt/no comfort fic taking place during the First Holy War. Basically, Zeldris struggles with the news that Meliodas is dead, and also struggles with the fact that it is actually hitting him that hard because:

He should be happy about this, yet all he felt was like someone had taken a big chunk of him out, leaving an empty nothingness where his hearts were supposed to be.

And here is a longer sneak peek:

As Zeldris made his way down the hallways, they parted before him. Anyone standing in his way quickly moved out of the way, letting him pass without any hesitation. If anything, it seemed people kept their distance from him more now than ever. Perhaps it was due to the urgency of his walk, or the tension in his posture, or maybe it was whatever showed across his face. Zeldris couldn’t tell. It was all a blur to him, nothing but the insistent need to get away, get away, get away! He was desperately holding onto the last shred of his composure like a lifeline. He was exposed out here, feeling the gazes of everybody he passed. He had to get away, to his own room. There, at least, nobody was watching, granting him the small piece of privacy he needed right now.

Losing a Part of Me (Is Like Losing a Part of You)

And here we have another demon bros angst fic. Also focused on the effect of the war/them being on different sides/Meliodas' curse. This time with focus on Meliodas. You can actually thank @hihopelessromantics for binging my attention to a post about Meliodas and Ludociel having scars from training their brothers, which is what inspired this fic. I saw that post and mind immediately went "oh I can make angst out of this".

So, as for the fic, it focuses on this idea of Meliodas having these scars that Zeldris gave him. Scars that he treasure a lot. They remind him of moments he got to have with Zel as kids, of training together or sneaking off from the castle together or even just finding a chance to goof of together. Big or small, they are moments he got to have with his little brother, where he got to be a brother to Zeldris. They mean a lot to him but - uh oh! - the DK and his assholery enters the scene. With the curse, Meliodas body is healed every time he is resurrected, including the scars from Zeldris. Meliodas struggles with losing the scars Zeldris gave him, feeling like he is losing those good memories of them together, and losing Zeldris in a way.

(Unfortunately, no sneak peek available for this one).

Mel with tiny horns and wings

Now onto happier - oh wait, this one is actually angstier than I originally planned... Anyway! This one is inspired by a conversation I had with @zorria about Meliodas with horns and wings. I wanted to write about that, but also make it really tiny and adorable.

Meliodas has an impressive set of wings and horns, but, given the whole hiding he is a demon thing, he needs to hide them. Problem is, he can't actually make them go away. All he can do is shrink them (think the sizes of a baby goat or tiny fairies). Normally, his hair and clothes are enough to hide them, but the Sins discover them anyway. And here the angst comes!

Actually, this was supposed to be a silly little fic about Mel having some adorable demon features with a side of angst in the form of his fear of them rejecting him. But then Meliodas fell in a lake! Okay, the falling in the lake was always going to be a part of the fic because I needed to get him wet, but the amount of angst that came with it was unplanned. As was my mind deciding that what if in this au Meliodas can't swim...

Sneak peek time! I've actually already shared a snippet from this one (here), so here's another one:

Which was the real problem that sunny late afternoon, wasn’t it? Meliodas couldn’t swim. If you have ever been in a situation where you are faced with the possibility that you could die right then and there, you know the feeling. The pure panic that overtakes your body. The way you fight with everything you have; frantically, desperately, without control. Meliodas had been there too many times. He’d also gone one step further, been faced with the inevitable realization that he was going to die. The moment where there was no fight left, the resigned acceptance. Maybe that had gotten worse with the years. If Meliodas died, he wouldn’t really die. Even if he accepted it, even if he actually welcomed it. There was no end to this life.

As the Night Falls

This is another fic inspired by Zorria. It's about Meliodas struggling with his nightmares (because we all know that man's gotta have nightmares after his 3,000+ years of hell), featuring a worried Elizabeth and a sleeping Tristan.

Not sure I have much more to say about this one, so here's a sneak peek:

“Hey, hey, you’re okay, we’re okay. I promise, we’re okay.” Elizabeth’s voice was a light to a dark cave, wrapping around him like a blanket and zapping away all the tension. Meliodas slumped back against the leg of the bed, head thumping lightly against the wall. Gods, it felt like he hadn’t slept all night – but clearly he had. His eyes finally decided to focus, giving him a close-up of Elizabeth’s worried frown as she crouched before him.

Actually I couldn't decide on which sneak peek to share, so here's another:

Meliodas tried to not react to the mild accusation, but she saw right through him anyway. Elizabeth always seemed to know what was going through his head. After all this time, he couldn’t hide. She sighed softly, sitting down on the floor beside him. “I worry about you, you know,” she mumbled, leaning her head against his shoulder. “We all do.” Meliodas grimaced at that; he had thought he’d hidden it better than that. Clearly he’d lost his touch. He supposed sleep deprivation did that to you.

Pirate Melban AU

Now I know you know a bit what this one's about. But I don't think I've actually talked about specific plot, just the general concept of Pirate!Ban and Merman!Meliodas. So, let me tell you a little about the start of our story. We meet Ban, a young pirate with a foul mouth and a bad habit of getting himself into trouble, who is (once again) finding himself without a ship to call home. While running from the consequences of his actions (literally), Ban ends up taking shelter in a cave. He's not the only one though, because further into the cave he comes across a wounded merman. Ban has grown up hearing (horror) stories of the merfolk living deep in the sea, so what if he ends up a little too curious about the stranger - he can't help it, especially after discovering the he has an attitude to match Ban's own.

A new little sneak peek (previous one can be found here):

How the fuck did he keep getting himself into these situations? Not that his one was his fault. Nope. The captain was the one who'd decided to cut his losses - meaning Ban - once they got into port. Ungrateful son of a bitch! Ban had given years to the Raven and now he was going to be left with nothing – just like that? Fuck no! So, Ban had helped himself to a little – okay maybe not so little – of their loot. So what? He'd helped get that, he deserved his cut.

Actually, since it's probably gonna be a long while until this fic is finished (I'm not the best at focusing on long multichapter fics lol), here's another sneak peek too:

With the first roar of thunder sounding, Ban surveyed his safe haven for the night. It really was an ugly cave. Cracks ran over the walls, splitting the brownish-gray color. From the outside, the cave had looked unstable, but inside it seemed sturdy and strong. Well, at least he wouldn't get crushed to death. Ban pushed off from the wall, walking further into the cave. It wasn't that big, narrowing off into a smaller tunnel the further he walked. A section of the ceiling suddenly dipped down, causing Ban to smack his head right into it. "AH fuck! Shit, that hurt."

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