#witch!estarossa

[prolestari]

Fanfic Writer Appreciation Week Day 7

It's the last day to celebrate my favorite fanfic author, @solynacea! You can check out their work over at @solynaceawrites or on their AO3.

Day 7 is a free day, but I can't talk about solynacea without talking about Dark Side of the Moon. Their longest work to date, it is a romantic and imaginative story set during the First Holy War in NnT.

Once more they feature their OC Moth, but this time she is a princess of the witch clan who is caught between Mael—the goddess she loves—and Estarossa—the demon she wants. At times sweet, other steamy, it's one of the best romance novels written for NnT and features the best NnT OC that I've ever read.

The story that launched a thousand ship fics, this story is so near and dear to my heart that I still think about it every day. I've even written my own fanfiction based on this fanfiction, if that gives you any indication of how excellent it is!

[thestarrynightgazer]

Something for @cerneala :)

Moth and Fem!Esta being pretty and classy together. 🍷

[crowsinned-blog]

— tag dump !! (pt. 1)

[animeyanderelover]

Pregnant s/o (Meliodas, Ban, King, Arthur, Zeldris)

Hey, why not try it out? (Gilthunder)

Mutual admiration from afar (Jericho)

Fairy Queen s/o (Meliodas)

S/o is a strong witch (Meliodas)

Yandere Seven Deadly Sins Hc's (Meliodas, Ban, King, Gilthunder, Zeldris, Gloxinia, Estarossa)

Yandere Seven Deadly Sins Hc's (Elizabeth, Gelda)

Yandere Holy Knight Hc's (Griamore, Howzer, Hendrickson, Dreyfus, Guila, Jericho, Gustav, Zaratras)

My little human (Diane, Derieri, Melascula)

Arranged marriage with a royal vampire s/o (Meliodas)

To the depths of hell I shall follow you (Meliodas)

Parenthood (Demon King, Supreme Deity, Cusack, Chandler)

Donkey's Sin of Melancholy (Elizabeth, Diane, Merlin, Derieri, Melascula)

Prompt 47+50 (Melascula)

[nanaminsonyfans]

Masterlist

nsfw - ✲

nsfw and sfw - ✴

fluff/sfw - ✽

angst - ✾

MHA (hiatus)

Kiego -

relationship hcs ✴✽

caught ✽ - y/n is caught while making keigo's favorite dinner

sneak attack ✽ - y/n gets mad and gives the boys the silent treatment

Aizawa -

relationship hc ✴✽✾

sneak attack ✽ - y/n gets mad and gives the boys the silent treatment

Take Your Time ✾ - a new teacher comes to teach about rescuing people, though she needs rescued herself.

Fatgum -

relationship hcs ✴

All Might

Orca

Midnight

Present Mic -

sneak attack ✽ - y/n gets mad and gives the boys the silent treatment

Edgeshot

Best Jeanist

Ingenium

Sir Nighteye -

relationship hcs ✴

Endeavor -

inuit kisses ✽

Midoriya

Bakugo

inuit kisses ✽

make-up ✽✾

hair up ✽

Todoroki

inuit kisses ✽

hair up✽

The Comfort of Shoto ✽

Kirishima

Denki

Sero -

Mi Amor (slight hiatus)

Iida

Mirio

Tamaki

Shindo

Dabi -

You Should See Me in a Crown ✾

Shigaraki

Mr. Compress

Twice

Stain

Overhaul

Attack On Titan

Eren

Armin

Mikasa

Connie

Jean

Sasha

Reiner -

pegged ✲

cockwarming hcs ✲

Annie

Bertholdt -

cockwarming hcs ✲

Marco

Hitch

Rico

Hannes

Levi

Hange

Miche

Pieck

Porco -

cockwarming hcs ✲

Zeke -

cockwarming hcs ✲

Colt -

cockwarming hcs ✲

Demon Slayer

Tanjiro

Zenitsu

Inosuke

Muichiro Tokito

Shinobu Kocho

Mitsuti Kanroji

Sanemi Shinazugawa

Gyomei Himejima

Kyojuro Rengoku

Giyuu Tomioka

Obani Iguro

Tengen Uzui

Muzan

Seven Deadly Sins (hiatus)

Meliodas -

awakened powers ✽

sibling rivarly ✾

Ban -

awakened powers ✽

King -

cuddling with him ✽

Helbram

Estarossa -

yandere hcs ✴

Candy Shop ✴

Zeldris

Monspeet

Gilthunder

Howzer

King Arthur -

yandere hcs ✴

Drole -

relationship hcs ✴✾

Galand

Gloxina -

yandere hcs ✴✾

Hendrickson -

Somebody Come Get Her ✴

Dreyfus

Avatar The Last Airbender / Legend of Korra (hiatus)

Dragon Beifong ✽✾

Zuko -

closeted feelings ✽

flaws ✽✾

Sokka -

closeted feelings ✽

flaws ✽✾

Jet

Mako -

relationship hc ✴✾

married life ✽

mako gets pegged ✲

little sister dating wing ✽

Bolin -

relationship hcs ✴✽

thigh ride ✴

father hcs ✽

blasty boyfriend ✴✽

little sister dating wing beifong ✽

put your head on my shoulder ✽

Desna -

relationship hcs ✴✽

i'm here ✽✾

Huen Beifong

Wing Beifong -

beifong wedding ✽

mako and bolin's little sister dating wing ✽

Wei Beifong -

taken ✾

Tahno Beifong

DC Comics

Dick Grayson -

birds of a feather ✽ (set in the yj universe)

overstim thigh ride ✲

Jason Todd -

mob boss thigh ride ✲

thigh ride ✲

Tim Drake

Damien Wayne

Wally West

Kaldur

Jaime Reyes

Roy Harper

Klarion the Witch Boy

Bart Allen -

relationship hcs ✴

Invincible (Hiatus)

Mark Grayson -

relationship hcs ✴

comfort headcanons ✽✾ - this is more of a vent piece for me

thigh ride ✲

latinx s/o ✽

patched up ✽

Atom-Eve

Rex Splode -

being his best friend hcs ✽✾

just close friends ✽

relationship hcs ✴

comfort headcanons ✽✾ - this is more of a vent piece for me

Trauma and Love ✽✾

deadpool gf ✽

jealous hcs ✲

Dupli-Kate

William Clockwell

Monster Girl

Robot/Roody

Omni-Man -

cockwarming ✲

mind numbing ✲

Mauler Twins (totally wont judge your for this one)

[prolestariwrites]

The Bodyguard [11-Final]

Fandom: Nanatsu no Taizai/Seven Deadly Sins Characters: Estarossa, Mael, Moth (OC) Rating: M Tags: Romance, Slow Burn, Enemies to Friends to Lovers, Mystery, AU Chapters: 11/11 Collab with @solynaceawrites

Summary: Death threats have been made against Moth, the princess of the Witch Clan, from an unknown attacker. As the Archangel Mael investigates the threat, Moth now struggles with her restricted freedom as well as her new bodyguard, the handsome yet endlessly irritating demon prince Estarossa. The more time they spend together, the more Moth learns that he is more than he seems, even while the threat on her life grows closer than they realize.

Posted on AO3 and FFNet

»»————-　➴　————-««

"I want the truth. All of it." There is a threat under his voice that is so unfamiliar she shivers.

"Where is Estarossa?" Moth asks.

Caim grits his teeth. "He is being interrogated. He and Meliodas arrived unannounced—"

"Meliodas is here too?" she gasps.

"Answer my question!" he shouts. "None of this makes any goddamned sense and there is a dead archangel outside our gates!" Caim moves to pull the wine glass from her hand, and she looks up in surprise as he drinks the rest down before throwing the glass into the hearth. "I will protect you with everything I have, even my life. If you have ever loved me, you will tell me the truth."

»»————-　➴　————-««

Read the rest on AO3 and FFNet!

[solynacea]

As Above, So Below Case 01, File 01: Barghest

Rating: Mature Archive Warnings: Graphic Depictions of Violence Category: F/M Fandom: Nanatsu no Taizai | The Seven Deadly Sins - Suzuki Nakaba (Anime & Manga) Relationships: Estarossa/Original Character(s) Characters: Original Female Character(s), Moth, Estarossa (Nanatsu no Taizai), Original Male Character(s), Dalton Additional Tags: Alternate Universe, Demon Hunter AU, Supernatural, Horror, Romance, Slow-Burn, Angst, Eventual Smut, Character Death, Violence Summary: She watches him shrewdly, this demon hunter, this woman of dusk and shadows. And he watches her in turn, as he does the moon, and wonders when a mortal witch became the one thing he’d give his life for. (An AU in which Moth is a demon hunter stuck with a Lord of Hell.)

The city is suffocating. Weathermen offer apologies full of self-deprecation as the heatwave they swore would pass the city by digs in its claws like a cat settling in for a nap. Children idle restlessly inside; the air is thick and oppressively humid, leaving clothes and hair sticky with sweat as they cling to anyone unfortunate enough to be outdoors. Even the roads are nearly empty, save for the few who have to suffer the commute to and from work. It is another day in the same place, another repeat of the annual dashing of hopes for a long, mild spring, and it means absolutely nothing when you’re caked in dirt and clots of blood and are desperately craving a shower and just one job where a demon doesn’t decide to throw you into the nearest ditch.

Which is, in Moth’s opinion, something that happens far too often.

Read the rest on A03!

[ask-zelthur]

Your Zelthur clanswap genderbend got me curious about demon!Moth and her ridiculous witch girlfriend Estarossa

Thank you for your request. You have intrigued Camelot’s court. Even the Lord Chancellor agreed he wanted to see what this looked like, so you have Zeldris’s blessing for this experiment, if that sort of thing matters to you. Here it is:

Estarossa should clearly have been a woman.

[crazyfreckledginger]

Character Order Imagines

For now, all characters will have an imagine until there is the same number for each. After that, two imagines per fandom will be posted depending on who you want to see. If there are other characters that you want to requests but is not listed and the fandom is enscribed, you can still request that character. 

Remember... The characters that I write for fics, headcanons etc.. are not the same, make sure to look at my fandom list!   

Bayverse:

Bumblebee 

Cade Yaeger 

Optimus Prime 

Dinobots 

Dragonstorm 

Others  

Diabolik Lovers:

Shu Sakamaki

Reiji Sakamaki

Ayato Sakamaki

Kanato Sakamaki

Laito Sakamaki

Subaru Sakamaki

Ruki Mukami

Kou Mukami

Yuma Mukami

Azusa Mukami

DC:

Damian Wayne (Robin) 

Dick Grayson (Nightwing) Arkham Knight  

Jason Todd (Red Hood) Arkham Knight  

Roy Harper (Speedy/Red Arrow/Arsenal)

The Justice League (WW, Batman, Flash, Cyborg, Aquaman) Superman

Tim Drake (Red Robin) 

Wally West (Kid Flash) 

DC/ Marvel Villians:

Bane

Donald Pierce

Erik Killmonger 

Francis Freeman (Ajax) 

Harley Quinn 

Loki 

Selina Kyle (Catwoman) 

The Joker (Jared Leto & Heath Ledger) and Jerome Valeska 

Victor Creed (Sabertooth)

Fairy Tail

Natsu Dragneel

Lucy Heartfilia

Happy

Ezra Scarlet

Mirajane Strauss

Juvia Lockser

Gray Fullbuster

Wendy Marvell

Cana Alberona

Loke/ Leo

Lyon Vastia

Hibiki Lates

Ren Akatsuki

Eve Tearm

Jellal Fernandez

From Dusk Till Dawn:

Kate Fuller

Kisa/ Santanico 

Richard ‘Richie’ Gecko 

Seth Gecko 

Hemlock Grove:

Roman Godfrey

Shelley Godfrey

Peter Rumaneck

Kingsman:

Agent Tequila 

Agent Whiskey 

Eggsy Unwin

MCU:

Bruce Banner (Hulk)

Bucky Barnes (Winter Soldier)

Carol Danvers (Captain Marvel)

Clint Barton (Hawkeye)

Doctor Stephen Strange (Doctor Strange)

Eddie Brock (Venom)

Jim Rhodes (War Machine)

Johnny Blaze (The Ghost Rider)

Luis, Dave & Kurt

Natasha Romanoff (Black Widow)

Peter Parker (Spiderman)

Pietro Maximoff (Quicklsilver)

Rocket Racoon

Sam Wilson (Falcon)

Scott Lang (Antman)

Shuri Udaku

Steve Rogers (Captain America)

Talos

Thor Odinson

Tony Stark (Iron Man)

T’Challa (Black Panther)

Wanda Maximoff (Scarlet Witch)

Shadowhunters:

Alec Lightwood

Isabelle Lightwood

Magnus Bane 

Rafael Santiago 

Sirius The Jaeger

Yuily

Mikhail

Dorothea

Philip

Sons Of Anarchy:

Jax Teller

Happy Lowman 

Chibs Telford 

Tig Trager 

Juice Ortiz 

Opie Winston 

Tara Knowels/Gemma Telller/Clay Morrow/Half Sack

SAMCRO

Stranger Things:

Billy Hargrove 

Steve Harrington  

Supernatural (only up to season 6):

Castiel

Crowley

Dean Winchester

Lucifer

Sam Winchester

Teen Wolf:

Allison Argent 

Derek Hale 

Isaac Lahey 

Kira Yukimura 

Liam Dunbar 

Lydia Martin 

Malia Tate 

Peter Hale

Scott McCall 

Stiles Stilinski 

Theo Raeken 

Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles:

April O’Neil 

Casey Jones

Donatello 

Leonardo 

Michelangelo 

Raphaël  

The Seven Deadly Sins

Melodias

Ban

Diane

King

Merlin

Elizabeth Liones

Hawk

Jericho

Howzer

Guilthunder

Arthur Pendragon

Estarossa

Zeldris 

The Defenders:

Jessica Jones

Kilgrave

Luke Cage

Matt Murdock 

The Vampire Diaries:

Bonnie Bennett

Caroline Forbes

Damon Salvatore

Elijah Mikaelson 

Jenna Sommers

Kai Parker  

Katherine Pierce  

Klaus Mikaelson

Elijah Mikaelson

Kol Mikaelson

Lexi Branson 

Lorenzo St. John

Rebekah Mikaelson

Stefan Salvatore

Tomb Raider:

Lara Croft 

Lu Ren 

Wiliam ‘Cap’ Hatfield  

Vampire Knight:

Kaname Kuran

Zero Kiryu

Aido Hanabusa

Akastuki Kain

Senri Shiki

Takuma Ichijo

X-Men:

Axel Cluney (Zeitgeist) 

Nathan Summers (Cable) 

Ellie Phimister (Negasonic Teenage Warhead) 

Jack Hammer (Weasel) 

Neena Thurman (Domino) 

Laura Kinney (X-23) 

Logan Howlett (The Wolverine)

Peter Maximoff (Quicksilver) 

Remy Le Beau (Gambit) 

Wade Wilson (Deadpool) 

Yukio 

Last updated: 31/08/19

[galfridus1]

Moth’s Dream

@penumbrcge kindly asked if I’d try writing a oneshot for her original character Moth and Estarossa, suggesting a day when the Sins have stopped for supplies.

I was so pleased to be asked and also pretty nervous: Moth is a wonderful character I would not have wanted to get wrong. Hexxe, thanks for liking this! I am so pleased you do.

Set in the universe of @penumbrcge’s Bad Moon Rising - it’s an amazing fic. Please give it a read if you haven’t already.

***

She is walking through a field of corn, the fine hairs of the golden ears gently brushing her fingertips as she moves, the proud stalks parting before her in a graceful bend to her will. The too-bright sunlight beams down, making her wince against the glare but she can still make out the shape on the horizon, a small dot of black amidst the shining gold. Heart beating wildly, she moves forwards, the anticipation as she nears her target near overwhelming her. But she does not know why.

It starts to rain but the water is warm and refreshing and Moth raises her head to the sky, relishing the feel of fat droplets as they run down her face like tears. Then a soft wind blows, gentle but leaving her chilled to the bone as her sodden clothes cling tight to her skin. The sky has darkened, grey clouds rolling over to obscure the cerulean blue, the sound of thunder distant as it booms.

The corn brushes over and over against her tunic, making it hard for her to move her legs now weighed down with water. She can feel something pulling on her back and she turns round, startled to see what appear to be grey wings move with her body. But before she can process the unfamiliar objects, the faint aroma of damp sulphur invades her nostrils and she continues to push forward, more determined than ever to reach her objective. The spot on the horizon remains in place, though it is now hard to pick out from among the shifting shadows.

And yet she only seems to be moving further away. Moth growls, pushing her legs to go faster but the ground slips underfoot. What sorcery is this? Moth curses as her boots slide in the mud, nearly pitching her forward. She prepares her power, red swirls surrounding her fingers as she summons a desert wind, aiming to blast the wretched rain out of the sky…

With a start Moth awakens, her dark hair tangled over her face and with some impatience she pushes the strands out of her eyes. Her nightdress clings unpleasantly to her skin, sweat soaking her clothes, the tang of stale salt making her crinkle her nose in disgust. Teeth grit together, she pushes herself out of bed despite her ongoing tiredness, flinging open the windows, finding some comfort from the fresh, clean-smelling air as it permeates the room. It has rained in the night and the pleasant aroma of wet grass soothes her senses as she turns to enter the washroom.

How many times has she dreamt of that field of corn since the day in Liones when Gowther unleashed his magic on the unsuspecting city? But at least he had not been there this time, she tells herself, though the twinge of disappointment and loss she does not understand makes her feel more than a little uneasy. Moth splashes water angrily over her face (no mirror over the sink, she has no wish to see her reflection) as an image of dark pits of eyes and starlight hair flits across her vision. Why did his energy, his magic, the way his warm chest felt under her palm those few times she had touched him in sleep all feel so familiar? She is sure, more than sure, that they have not met before.

Moth hears sounds suggesting Meliodas is already up, and she cannot suppress a flash of annoyance. He is lying to her, she is certain. She has asked him about her dreams and the man with silver hair several times and yet he has done nothing more than evade her queries. Merlin has done her best to reassure her of course, but that does not change a thing. She knows him; they have been travelling together for most of their lives and they can read each other’s thoughts as if they were their own. From the way he watches her out of the corner of his emerald eyes, Meliodas definitely knows more than he is letting on.

Still, that does not change their mission. The Sins have recently left Camelot, the kingdom bowed but not broken by the attack of the Albion, and they are depleted in number and weary from fight. Moth’s body is healed from their encounter with Galand but her magic is spent for the most part, and she keenly feels her frustration that such simple tasks are now so draining. And she has no desire at all to enter Istar, whatever the inducements dangled before the rest of the party.

Once dressed, feeling the comforting weight of her daggers as she sheaths then in place, Moth heads down to the bar. She is immediately aware of the conspicuous lack of pendulous movement, indicating that Hawk Mama has for some reason halted their progress. This surprises Moth. The group are in a rush to restore Meliodas’s power, and indeed her own: the only way they will be able to withstand the might of the Ten Commandments. With no rest they will be at Istar the following day.

As she rounds into the bustling bar, Moth cannot suppress a smile to see Ban sitting at one of the many bar tables, rubbing his head as if in agony, his tongue lolling unpleasantly. Ignoring the immortal Meliodas wipes tables, his expression as ever one of supreme unconcern. The rest of the Sins mill about, tidying the bar, looking for all the world as if they were preparing for a service.

“What’s going on?” Moth cautiously asks as she meets Meliodas’s eyes. “I thought we were heading for Istar.”

“Gotta stop for supplies,” he answers as he resumes his task. The table will be nothing short of gleaming by the time he is finished. “Someone drank all the ale last night.”

Moth hears a groan and her gaze returns to Ban in sudden understanding. “Don’t blame me Capt’n,” the man just about manages to choke out. “I wasn’t alone~”

“As if I could have contributed to the consumption.” Merlin appears, her form materialising in an instant around her sacred treasure. “You have to remember I have no physical form,” she continues, arms folded and a mischievous glint in her eye. “You are entirely responsible for the current state of affairs…”

The conversation is abridged by the princess Elizabeth, who stumbles ungainly from the kitchen, mop held in one hand. Quick as a flash, Meliodas is before her, his arm securely round her waist to steady her as his free hand roams. The embarrassed squeaks that follow are enough of a distraction for the threatened argument to be shelved, and Moth notices Ban relax back into a more usual position of langur.

Around half an hour later, the bar having been made ready, the Sins prepare to venture to the nearby town of Buxton, a place where they can take the waters as well as stock up on supplies. This news is greeted with some enthusiasm from King, who contends loftily that Ban is due a proper bath, and it is all Moth can do to smooth over the situation.

It is as they start to depart that Meliodas takes her aside, gently telling her that she must remain at the Boar Hat. Moth protests - since when is she left behind anywhere, and besides she would not frown upon the prospect of a proper bath herself - but Meliodas explains that she is best placed to ensure their home is secure with Merlin being out of commission. Moth looks at him keenly, searching his face for the lie she knows full well is there, but she cannot find a way to counter his argument. It is true that someone needs to mind the place, and the Witch alone has the skill required to deter any attack without damaging the locals unnecessarily.

“See ya in a bit,” Meliodas calls cheerfully over his shoulder as the Sins wend their way towards the town.

As she retraces her steps, Moth is hit by the deafening silence, the unusual quiet ringing like a bell in her ears. It is several weeks since Elizabeth has staggered into their home and the bar has not been this empty since. Even Hawk is gone, the lack of snorting and squealing disconcerting the Witch more than the absence of familiar chatter.

With a sigh, Moth moves towards the stairs, wondering if she could get some unbroken sleep when the sound of a tinkling bell followed by the squeak of the door make her whip round. “Good morning. We are closed at the moment…” she starts to say when the words die on her throat as her eyes fall on the tall, broad chested man who has entered the bar. Her mouth runs dry, falling open slightly as she takes in the messy, silver hair and dark eyes, memories of her dreams flooding back in a tidal wave.

“Now that’s a shame.” The soft voice floats towards her and Moth realises for the first time that, while he had been haunting her dreams for days, she has never yet heard him speak. It is the sound of silvery moonlight, of a cool autumn breeze, and Moth feels the tension she has not realised she was carrying in her shoulders instantly melt away. “I was looking for someone,” the stranger continues, “and was rather hoping I would find them here.”

“Who… who are you looking for,” Moth manages to stutter out, willing her throat to obey her commands and just talk.

The stranger looks at her, sorrow showing in the depths of his eyes. “Someone I knew a long time ago. I doubt she even remembers me now.” His evident melancholy makes Moth shiver slightly; indeed the whole place feels a little colder. As she continues to gaze into his eyes, she thinks she can see the raw pain she finds there turn to something like rage, but whatever it is flickers to indifference almost immediately, before she can get a true reading.

Lips pressed together, Moth moves behind the bar, locating a bottle of Vanya Ale, one of the many Meliodas has picked up from the town following their earlier stop. “On the house,” she murmurs, unable to tear her eyes away from the man, though she does manage to force her gaze down from his face.

Her eyes lock onto the navy fabric of his jacket, open at the chest to reveal a powerful physique. Moth quickly forces herself to examine the floorboards, failing to fully suppress the blush that floods her cheeks. Since when does she ever allow herself to behave in this way? Since when does she even need to check herself like this?

As if reading her mind, the stranger smirks, the expression contorting his features into something approaching cruelty. But Moth is not deceived. Vicious in action he may well be but it is not his true nature. He has suffered Moth thinks as she watches the man sip the ale thoughtfully out of the corner of her eye as she pretends to wipe down the bar. She has seen that look in another’s eyes, the virulent green clouding over as yet more loss overwhelms him. Unable to suppress her curiosity, Moth stretches out her powers to see what more she can learn of the stranger.

He is powerful, certainly, the force of it taking her breath away; a strange swirling darkness reminiscent of Meliodas, and yet somehow dissimilar, as if a current of light runs through it like electricity. She is so surprised it takes her a while to realise that the man is staring at her intently, his power assessing hers just as she had with him.

“Who are you?” she whispers, her eyes wide as she regards him warily, feet planted square on the ground and arms crossed over her chest. The warmth of her body comforts her, as does the knowledge that she is on familiar territory. Clearing her throat she continues, “And what makes you think you will find what you’re looking for here?”

The look he gives her makes her heart flutter. “I already did,” he says languidly, stretching his arms behind his head as his legs extend under the table. He looks around, his eyes raking over every inch of the bar and again she detects a momentary flash of something like anger. “Tell me about this place.” It is a command, and Moth instinctively fights against his attempt at control.

“It’s a bar,” she says, hostility dripping from every word, “as you can see. Now, if there’s nothing else I can do for you…”

“Oh, but there is,” he replies, his head resting back on his arms and his dark eyes half-lidded. Moth feels the urge to snap at him keenly, but she holds herself together with difficulty. “Nothing extravagant,” he adds as his eyes close full way. “I just want you to answer my question. What would you do to someone who has taken everything from you?”

Moth pauses, her brain working as she tries to pinpoint the man’s motivation. “Why do you ask?” she murmurs, and he laughs.

“Oh no reason, I ask everyone. Someone told me once…” He breaks off, his eyes dropping to the shining tabletop. “Well, indulge me.”

Moth considers, her eyes straying to the window before she starts as something floats across her vision. Golden sunlight, pleading eyes, a strange sensation surging in her breast: a tenderness she has not experienced in thousands of years and which she never thought would be hers.

She pauses, struggling to find the right words. “I would try to understand,” she finally answers, her eyes returning to the stranger’s face, her feet moving unbidden towards him. “People rarely act purely to hurt. Only the gods do that. Forgiveness is a powerful weapon.” She sees the man bite his lip at this, the unexpected response catching her off guard.

“And if that is not possible?” he asks, his eyes dark with a fierce anger. “If only death will make things right?”

“I don’t think that is ever truly the case,” Moth replies quietly, all at once needing to sooth his anger. “But tell me, what has happened to you?”

“Nothing is importance, nothing that will not be avenged.”

Before Moth can answer the man continues, “I can tell from your power that you are a Witch. You should go and check out a stream that lies around half a mile to the east of here. You will find something of interest to you, I am sure. Go before he comes back,” he cautions as he pushes himself back to a sitting position. Moth stares, her mouth dry, unsure of how to respond. She can usually tell what people are thinking, but now she falters, unsure of her ground. It is then that she realises the man has not revealed his identity.

“Thanks for the drink.” The tall stranger shoots her a smile that sends a shiver run straight down her spine before standing, his large frame seeming to dominate the room. “I’ll be seeing you.” And with that he is gone, Moth staring at his retreating back, surprised to find she is disappointed that he does not glance back as he departs.

She stays stock still, feeling her pulse thump in her ears before she starts to move, grabbing her bag before she bolts towards the door. Before she leaves however she doubles back, sweeping the empty brown bottle from the table. She is not sure what the meaning of her dreams and the unexpected visit might be, but if Meliodas is keeping things from her she will return the favour. She will not tell him or Merlin about the appearance of the stranger.

Fifteen minutes later, Moth can smell fresh water; indeed nearly taste it in the back of her throat. Her feet have moved over the earth as she has walked east almost blindly, following the faint sound of a trickling brook, barely noticing the lush green of the grass and the cheerful song of blackbirds and thrushes as they flit about, collecting insects for their young. Finally, she has climbed a small hill, the muscles in her legs protesting slightly with a welcome burn as she pushes them onwards. And now she is cresting the mound, a mixture of wonder and horror halting her in her tracks as she stares at what lies on the other side.

A dark forest stands before her and Moth stumbles towards it, the sound of water bubbling in her ears as she approaches the tree line. She pushes through braken, feeling the tug of the plants on her clothes as she wends her way forwards until she reaches a clearing, soft sunlight streaming through a gap in the leaves. There, she finds black peppermint, feverflew and tansy in abundance, the medicinal herbs not uncommon but rarely found in such perfect condition. Quickly, Moth gathers the spoils, carefully placing the cuttings in a pouch at her side. The stranger was right: this had indeed been a worthwhile journey.

She moves forwards, making her way out of the trees until she is standing on the edge of a field, the golden corn bending gracefully before her in the breeze. Crickets chirrup joyously, enjoying the glut of the summer and Moth is suddenly conscious of the sheer scale of life contained amongst the grain. In her dreams, the landscape, this place is always eery and silent, devoid of all except the one who she now knows is waiting for her.

As if in a dream, she walks through the stalks, insects jumping out of her way as she moves. I’ve done this before she suddenly realises: it is not a dream but a memory that haunts her. And the man with the dark eyes? Has he not always been here too, their fates inescapably bound together? Moth feels her legs tremble, her knees collapsing underneath her and she falls to the ground, not knowing the source of the desolation she feels but sure that it belongs to her.

[prolestari]

Fanfic Writer Appreciation Week Day 1

I'm going to use the prompts found here for this week to celebrate my favorite fanfic author, @solynacea! You can check out their work over at @solynaceawrites or on their AO3.

Day 1 is OTP and Angst, so I want to highlight my fave, Bad Moon Rising. It features their OC, Moth, and was the introduction for me to their crazy talent in worldbuilding.

In this fic, Moth is a child found by Meliodas who becomes a powerful witch—the last of her clan. As the Second Holy War looms, a chance encounter with Estarossa starts a relationship that could bring salvation or ruin to Britannia.

What I like most about this fic is that unlike some canon-based stories, it's not just a retelling of the manga. Solynacea uses the spaces in between to create the story, and in doing so her OC works seamlessly in the world. It is a slowly building dark romance that shows the best of the best in OC writing!

[wlwinry]

WIP Week - Day Three: Canon-Verse WIP

uhhhh…as was proven in a recent challenge, I don’ t really write anything but AUs? So this is as close as I’ve got! It’s a segment of an upcoming chapter of How Not To Re-Raise Demonic Children, a piece that @galfridus1 and I have been collabing on for...nearly a year, wow! Go check it out on Ao3, and enjoy the snippet! 

It was cold out on the open plains. Estarossa couldn’t quite tell where they were--in the midst of a ruined wasteland, maybe, mist swirling and hiding the world from view. Subconsciously, he knotted his fingers together, barely beating back the sudden waves of fear crashing over him.

“You killed them.”

He whirled, eyes widening as his gaze landed on Zeldris, his little brother back in his fully-grown state. White fog swirled and spun around him as dark eyes drifted to him, wide and sorrowful and horrified. Zeldris gazed at him in disbelief and horror, face streaked with tears. “You killed them,” he whispered again. “You killed them all.”

Estarossa stiffened, bringing his hands up as if to shield himself. I knew I was poison, knew I would hurt them, but…but I didn’t mean to do anything, what did I do, I’m sorry, I’m sorry. “I--I--”

The mist danced and spun and twisted wildly, before lifting entirely, revealing shadows and…desolation. He felt the blood drain from his face as he took in the crimson-soaked earth, the slumped corpses, the blades--his blades--embedded in their bodies, started to tremble as tears pricked at his eyes. No…no, please, this can’t be happening…no, no, no…   

Ban was curled around Elaine, blood running from the corner of his mouth as the little faerie’s torn wings leaked scarlet. Diane looked almost as if she were sleeping, despite the gashes across her stomach, King’s broken body cradled gently in her blood-soaked palms. Arthur laid sprawled on the ground, Excalibur lying broken beside him and tinted rust-colored with dried blood with Gelda crumpled a few feet away, gray eyes wide and unseeing. Gowther seemed almost normal, if not for the trickle of blood running from behind his closed eyelids and the glasses that lay broken a few feet away. And Meliodas…Meliodas and Elizabeth were hand in hand, broken and bloody and gazing blindly up at the gray skies above them, the familiar curved steel of his silvery swords bright against the lifeblood that soaked their bodies.

Blood he’d spilled.

He’d become a monster. Again.

“You killed them all,” Zeldris said again, and Estarossa turned, tears slipping down his cheeks. Those black eyes, usually so cold and distant in this form, were wet with tears and blazing with hate and fear. “Y-you killed our brother--killed M-mama--”

He flinched at that word, eyes widening as a whimper escaped him. No one--no one was supposed to know that I wanted--that I kept thinking--I-- “I don’t--don’t remember…” Estarossa froze as Zeldris turned his sword in his hand, the steel brushing the curve of his throat as scarlet trailed down pale skin. “Z-Zeldris, no, please--”

The blade went in, and he choked on a sob as Zeldris’s legs gave out, those dark eyes cold and accusing. He shuddered, a hand coming up to cover his mouth as the light slowly drained from his little brother’s eyes, leaving an empty husk where his powerful, vibrant brother had once been. Zeldris…gods, Zeldris, this is all my fault, I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m so, so sorry…

“That’s right!” a voice crooned, and he flinched back as a familiar, hulking form melted out of the shadows, golden eyes shining. No, I killed you, you’re dead--just like t-them, just like Meliodas, just like E-Elizabeth. Mael, still somehow bleeding from the seven stab wounds in his chest, leered down at him, lips curving into a wicked smile. “It’s all your fault~”

He skittered backwards with a whimper as blood started pulsing from the wounds, soaking into the ground. More shadows rose from where the crimson brushed the ground, forming humanoid shapes. Faeries with torn wings and slit throats loomed over him, giants carrying their heads advancing slowly as blood leaked from their wounds, goddesses with blood-soaked wings shuffling toward him. Humans, burnt and broken and battered and blood-soaked, limped toward him, some toddling children among them. Somehow, he knew that that they were all people he’d killed, people he’d hurt come to exact the punishment he deserved.

One by one, the Sins picked themselves up off the ground and staggered along with the ghosts, bleeding and watching and baring their teeth like they’d rip his flesh from his bones. Estarossa collapsed to his knees, shaking uncontrollably, as Elizabeth emerged at the front of the ground. Crimson ran down her face in a grotesque parody of tears, and when she smiled, her teeth were soaked red. “All your fault,” she purred, fingers wrapping around his throat and squeezing. “You’ve earned this, sweetheart.”

The witch’s laughter echoed as he wept, no longer struggling, no longer fighting against the fate he’d managed to escape for so long.

He did deserve it.

Estarossa woke with a scream, reaching out blindly into the darkness of his room (not safe not safe gonna find me should find me I deserve it I should die, not them not them never them). His grasping hands touched something smooth and cold and he recoiled instinctively, sending the glass of water flying. There was a loud clatter as the glass shattered on impact, a sob tearing from his throat as he managed a strangled gulp of air. Nightmare, nightmare, nightmare, just a nightmare, breathe, you idiot. Tears coursed down his cheeks as he tried to get a handle on his racing hearts, fingers knotting into his sheets and gasps shaking his shoulders. You have to clean that up, have to fix it, they wouldn’t want you if they knew.

[qhinachan]

So... This is my OC for the manga Nanatsu no Taizai. 

Name : Aniela

Surname : Satsukano

Alias : Mother of Everything / The Observer / The Lost Witch / Ana

Age : ∞ (infinity)

Race : Human (body) / half-Dragon half-Goddess (soul)

She’s Meliodas, Estarossa and Zeldris biological mother. She had and still have, other children with differents men (after all, she’s immortal). She left the Demon Clan before the Holy War and never came back again... until the liberation of the Ten Commandments from the Coffin of Eternal Darkness. Now, she only watch the latest event, because she cannot interfer (she don’t have the right).

[prolestariwrites]

The Bodyguard [1]

Fandom: Nanatsu no Taizai/Seven Deadly Sins Characters: Estarossa, Mael, Moth (OC) Rating: M Tags: Romance, Slow Burn, Enemies to Friends to Lovers, Mystery, AU Chapters: 1/9

Summary: Death threats have been made against Moth, the princess of the Witch Clan, from an unknown attacker. As the Archangel Mael investigates the threat, Moth now struggles with her restricted freedom as well as her new bodyguard, the handsome yet endlessly irritating demon prince Estarossa. The more time they spend together, the more Moth learns that he is more than he seems, even while the threat on her life grows closer than they realize.

Also posted on AO3 and FFNet

As @solynacea and I (and many of you) are stuck in quarantine, we wrote this completely indulgent romance fic. It is an AU featuring our favorite demon, Estarossa, and Solynacea's OC, Moth. If you are looking for a story that hits all the tropes in all the right places and features a mix of romance, mystery, danger, and plenty of sexual tension, then you have come to the right place!

This story is *mostly* safe for work. There is one chapter towards the end with some R-rated elements but we will give an A/N with a warning for that one. This story is also completely written, so look for an update every Wednesday!

As always, please leaves us kudos if you like the story, and don't be afraid to send a hi or an emoji or tell us what you think! And if you like Moth and Estarossa, please check out the other stories Solynacea has written about them, including Dark Side of the Moon and Bad Moon Rising. 

Preview:

She turns at the sound of movement and sucks in a breath as she watches him flop face-first onto the bed. "This is good," he mumbles, pulling the pillow towards him.

"What are you doing?" she demands.

"Taking a nap. Only got a bit of sleep on the ride over. Not more than an hour." He yawns loudly, toeing off his boots. "Want to join me? Make protecting you easier."

Moth wrinkles her nose as he pats the mattress next to him. "Absolutely not. And while we're on the subject, you must know that I won't put up with such talk. You may be a demon but you will behave as a prince and gentleman."

Estarossa rolls to the side, propping his head up on one palm. "I will, will I?"

"Yes," she replies firmly, "you will. I have no idea how you live in your home, nor do I care, but here you will act appropriately for your station."

He regards her, the silence broken only by the rustling of the curtains in the breeze. Then he says, "You seem to be under the misconception that I give a damn. Let me clear this up before you get your knickers any more in a twist: I am here as a favor to your mother. If my father truly cared about the well-being of a snotty little princess, he would have sent Meliodas, or perhaps Zeldris. Instead, he sent me. Do you know what that means, Your Highness?"

Read the rest on AO3 and FFNet!!

[prolestariwrites]

The Bodyguard [8]

Fandom: Nanatsu no Taizai/Seven Deadly Sins Characters: Estarossa, Mael, Moth (OC) Rating: M Tags: Romance, Slow Burn, Enemies to Friends to Lovers, Mystery, AU Chapters: 8/11

Summary: Death threats have been made against Moth, the princess of the Witch Clan, from an unknown attacker. As the Archangel Mael investigates the threat, Moth now struggles with her restricted freedom as well as her new bodyguard, the handsome yet endlessly irritating demon prince Estarossa. The more time they spend together, the more Moth learns that he is more than he seems, even while the threat on her life grows closer than they realize.

Posted on AO3 and FFNet

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"Why are you being nice to me?" she mumbles into his shirt.

Estarossa laughs, and she smiles as she feels his chest rumble with the sound. His fingers stroke her hair, and it feels heavenly making her sigh as she leans against him. "Do you know what happened to the little boy who helped you clean up the vase?"

Moth furrows her brow. "No?"

"He went home and remembered you. He remembered how it felt to help someone else, and how you had thanked him. He remembered you, until he was given more power than he could handle and sent for training that would make him a soldier, not a friend." Moth looks up in confusion, and Estarossa traces his thumb on her jaw. "Then he was ordered to go back to help the girl's clan and instead of refusing, he decided to go and see if he could find her again."

Her eyes widen in realization and disbelief. He watches her carefully, his hand sliding to cradle the back of her neck, as he waits for her to say something, yet all she can think of is how, despite his blunt nature, he had treated her so kindly without any expectation of a reward, without caring about her rank or station. "Let me see," she whispers, and he tilts his head. "Let me see your eyes."

Estarossa tilts his head as his hair falls across his eyes. Moth reaches up and brushes them away, and the moment her fingers brush his forehead the blackness recedes. Her body melts as the color turns to a navy, then into a deep blue, and she recognizes them instantly.

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Read the rest on AO3 and FFNet!

[prolestariwrites]

The Bodyguard [7]

Fandom: Nanatsu no Taizai/Seven Deadly Sins Characters: Estarossa, Mael, Moth (OC) Rating: M Tags: Romance, Slow Burn, Enemies to Friends to Lovers, Mystery, AU Chapters: 7/11

Summary: Death threats have been made against Moth, the princess of the Witch Clan, from an unknown attacker. As the Archangel Mael investigates the threat, Moth now struggles with her restricted freedom as well as her new bodyguard, the handsome yet endlessly irritating demon prince Estarossa. The more time they spend together, the more Moth learns that he is more than he seems, even while the threat on her life grows closer than they realize.

Posted on AO3 and FFNet

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He smiles. "Clever Moth," he says softly.

"I don't think I am," she replies.

"Why not?"

"Because I still can't figure out why you came to Cailleach."

Estarossa shifts next to her. "I was ordered by my king."

"There's something about that, though . . ." Moth narrows her eyes, trying to see him as clearly as possible. "You could have refused, I'm sure. You are his son. If you had real objections . . . No one can make you do something you don't want. But you wanted to do this, didn't you?"

"You've already answered your own question." His thumb brushes her cheek, which flushes in response. "You know why I'm here just as much as I do, or perhaps more so. Use the cunning behind that pretty face of yours to figure it out."

Moth suspects the answer isn't what she expects, and is afraid to ask. So she settles her head on his shoulder, stifling a yawn. "I'm glad you're here, no matter the reason," she murmurs.

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Read the rest on AO3 and FFNet!