#ᯓ ᡣ𐭩 𝐕𝐄𝐍𝐔𝐒 : 𝐒𝐃𝐒 ˎˊ˗

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Nnt rewrite Thursday: the celestials might be descendants of the goddess clan, but they use the power of the moon to heal rather than holy/light magic. It takes less of a toll on their bodies but they can only heal when the moon is up or else it wouldn’t be a complete healing and their mana would completely deplete. They can store up mana overnight but have to use it in little amounts. Thank you for coming to my Ted Talk.

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⌞ 𝐍𝐔𝐑𝐒𝐄’𝐒 𝐎𝐅𝐅𝐈𝐂𝐄 ; 𝐄𝐒𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐑 ⌝

summary ; escanor finds himself in a precarious state after facing off assault mode meliodas. naturally, you’re tasked with bringing him back to peak condition.

request ; “ hihihi may I ask you to write a one-shot where escanor gets sick and the reader takes care of him, please? ” — anon

pairing ; escanor / fem!reader

wc ; 607.

tags ; fluff, burnt out escanor, druid!reader, takes place in the second holy war.

notes ; my first escanor request. i lowkey had trouble writing this so it’s short and might be a little bad.

𝐜𝐚𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐠

it’s a rather peaceful day in britannia, well, as peaceful as it can be with demons currently invading the realm. 

as a druid, you’ve been working overtime trying to fend off lesser demons and also heal up any citizens that had gotten harmed during an attack. what you weren’t expecting, however, was to be tending to the seven deadly sins’ strongest member. that’s right, the person you're currently tending to is none other than the lion sin of pride, escanor, himself. it almost feels surreal.

he’s badly hurt. from what you’d gathered from the other sins, he was engaged in a battle to the death with meliodas who had gone on a rampage in his assault form. he was able to put the demon prince out of commission, but the whole ordeal took a toll on him.

currently, you’re healing his wounds and applying some herbs to help as well. your healing skills might not be the most proficient, but you’re damn good at making medicine and ointments.

escanor, beginning to regain his consciousness, reached out and grabbed your hand when it hovered over one of his wounds. you blink in surprise, then offer a kind smile. his reflexes are incredible.

“lord escanor,” you start off gently, “it’s a relief that you’re awake. how are you feeling?”

the lion sin looks at you, his tight grip on your wrist slowly lightens. he sits up and observes you, studying you carefully.

“my apologies, miss, i wasn’t familiar with your presence, i acted on instinct. i do hope i didn’t hurt you.”

you smile gently. “no need to worry, my lord, i’m quite alright. you however, are not. you need to rest a bit more, so please lay back down. i shall inform your comrades that you’ve awakened.”

escanor nods, he isn’t going to go against the gentle orders of a woman such as yourself. you’ve gone through the trouble of tending to his injuries, so, of course he’ll comply.

after relaying the news to merlin, you head back into the room to keep tabs on his condition. in your hands is a bowl of food and a glass of water. 

“it’s important that you get your energy back up, my lord. fighting with demons as strong as the ones you face is quite taxing,” you gently set the bowl down in his lap and keep the glass on his bedside.

escanor silently watches as you go about your duties. “thank you, it’s a pleasure to have such a beautiful woman tend to me. i feel better already, thanks to your lovely self.”

your cheeks flush in embarrassment from his praise. who knew this scary man could be such a sweet talker? then again, you heard he was a lover of poetry, so it adds up nicely.

you two spend the hour talking, but it doesn’t take long for trouble to see you guys out. the tavern begins to rock and you’re damn near thrown into the window. if it weren’t for escanor catching you by your wrist, you would’ve gone flying. when the tavern settles down, you’re draped across his lap, wondering if you’d made the right decision in taking up meliodas’ offer to join their crew. 

escanor’s large hand rests on your lower back. “are you alright, my dear?”

“uh, yes… my lord…”

escanor gently lifts you off his lap and gets off the bed. “unfortunately, miss, i have to resume my duties. thank you for your service.” he takes your hand and kisses it before briskly walking out the door and going to join the other sins downstairs and you’re left internally reeling.

“what the hell just happened…”

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I’m so sorry to the people that have requested things of me. I literally have been so busy lately but I’ll try to work on them >:) (also someone requested lancelot bf headcannons but I accidentally deleted it so I won’t be able to let you know when it’s done. I’m so sorry 😖)

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Do you write for Escanor?

I do!! I’ll write for any nnt character really. Feel free to recommend something :))!

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𝟎𝟏 | ⌞ 𝐁𝐄𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐘𝐀𝐋 ⌝

summary ; liones’ annual founding celebration takes a turn into the bloodiest day the kingdom has ever witnessed. what’s worse is that its mightiest order of knights have discarded their loyalty and turned their backs on the realm. what on earth was the king thinking when he established an order of eight terrible criminals?

wc ; 1.4k

tags ; murder, gore, treason.

notes ; can you tell that i was just bullshitting with allioni and his background?

𝐜𝐚𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐠

[ THE OUTSKIRTS OF LIONES ; THE CAPITAL CITY. ]

the grey sky that blankets the kingdom of liones, proves to be a clear sign of an indescribable tragedy. it’s drizzling lightly, the pitter-patter of rain hitting against the cobbled streets. unusually, the city is lifeless, and the eerily quiet atmosphere is reminiscent to that of a ghost town— quite ironic for a kingdom’s capital city, and on the day of its founding, no less.

meanwhile, the heavy smell of death lingers in the air. from what can be seen, numerous buildings were collapsed and the debris from the destruction had made home on the streets. only the gods knew what had taken place to have had the capital sitting in destruction, with the citizens and knights alike in a state of disarray.

sky manta soar through the air, holy knights on their backs, surveying the damage from above and looking for any civilians who hadn’t evacuated with the rest— highly unlikely, but still a possibility.

throughout this, a young knight takes slow, cautious steps through the lifeless streets. he looks around, clammy hands gripping tightly onto his sword. he’s a rookie, no doubt, it’s painfully obvious with how terrible his posture is and the poor way he holds his sword.

“hey!”

when a gruff voice calls out to him, the boy lets out a frightened yelp, almost jumping out of his skin in surprise. he whips his head back and breathes a sigh of relief at the sight of another knight bearing the crest of the country, this one far older than he was. thank the gods it wasn’t an enemy; he has no idea what he’s doing, and if he had a run in with the perpetrator of this mess then he’d be dead for sure.

“you got a minute? give me a hand here,” the older knight beckons him over before plodding off down a dark alleyway, not giving him so much as a glance afterward.

“y—yes, sir!”

quickly scurrying over to his superior, the young knight matches his strides, but makes sure to keep some distance between them while they walk through the narrow space.

“where’re you from?” the older man questions, glancing up at the boy from the corner of his eyes.

“i’m from cains, sir,” his voice comes out a little more meek than he had intended. curse this softhearted nature of his. just why did he have to resemble his mother in this way? he loves her, he swears on his life that he does, but he’ll never make it if he continues to be such a wuss!

despite his internal monologue comprising mainly of berating comments towards himself for his cowardly ways, allioni’s fingers nervously fidget with the leather of his scabbard, an attempt to distract himself from his nerves that had been going haywire since he’d been deployed to the scene.

“cains? i’m an old-timer who’s served the kingdom for 40 years, and i’ve never heard of the place.”

“oh... well, that’s not surprising. it’s out in the boonies.”

on one hand, allioni is disappointed that his hometown is so easily glossed over by everyone else in the kingdom, leaving him as nothing but a dirt poor countryside boy compared to his other comrades who had been born and raised in the more popular areas of the kingdom, and were relatively more well off than he is.

but on the bright side, there’re others in the same predicament which gives him a little semblance of relief. he doesn’t feel too bad about it, he guesses.

while the blond knight delves back into his seemingly never ending thoughts, a long beat of silence settles between him and his superior. the older knight took his time to observe the boy, noting his nervous body language and his fidgeting. he calls him out on it.

“you know, if you’re this flustered, there won’t be any hope for you becoming a holy knight’s apprentice.”

the boy’s shoulders sag, but the look on his face conveys he’d already come to terms with his fate. “no, i could only dream of it. i could never be a holy knight.”

the older man released a sigh, regretting holding the conversation. ‘what a pessimist,’ he shakes his head, unimpressed. ‘i truly fear for this generation of knights. they’re a bunch of weak-willed cowards and spineless fools.’

looking ahead, the older knight is reminded of just why he needed an extra set of hands and immediately realizes that he had just brought a weak-willed coward, in his words, alongside with him. “unfortunately, this will surely be a hard job for someone of your nature.”

allioni raises a confused eyebrow. his gaze then shifts to the scene ahead and he immediately contemplates on gouging his eyes out with the blade at his hip. his confused expression slowly morphs into one of pure terror, cold sweat starting to break out on his face. nothing, no amount of training drills or regimens could’ve ever prepared him for what he’s just bore witness to.

“are these...” he begins, but the words die in his throat. it felt as if his lungs have closed up, preventing him from taking in any air. he feels his chest heave and his body tremble, and everything in his body is urging him to run or look away at the very least, but he couldn’t.

“holy knights, one and all,” the older moves closer to the bloody scene, leaving the young allioni to come to his senses. but how could he? in front of them was a bloodbath. seeing the essence of life of not one, but numerous of knights like him; strong, honoured knights, make one with the concrete was enough to send him spiralling down into the depths of regret.

regret for dreaming of one day becoming a strong holy knight. regret for leaving home to the barracks despite his widowed mother’s pleas. he should’ve listened to her, his father died in war after all. she didn’t want to lose her son the same way she lost her beloved.

‘mother, when i see you next, i’ll beg for your forgiveness. i’ve been a fool.’

“hurry up, boy! we haven’t all day.”

allioni jolts and hesitantly moves forward. he recognizes the place as the town square, but right now, it was nothing more than the deathbed for numerous holy knights, all either impaled by their own weapons or crushed to death by the huge pieces of debris. the lot of them were lying in pools of their own blood. some still warm, while others were... not so much...

“wh—what happened here,” forcing the words out of his mouth, allioni feels nauseous and heavily dizzy. this would definitely serve to be a nightmare for many years to come.

“what happened?” the older knight echoes, a cold expression settling on his face. “use your eyes, boy. they were butchered. in the blink of an eye at that. now, quit standing there like an idiot and come help me confirm who these people are, or would you rather mop up the blood?”

the younger knight is aghast, trying to push down the bile that’s rising up his throat. he had to help confirm who these people were and clean up this mess? the thought alone made him want to vomit. just what in the world had happened? who was evil enough to do this? those thoughts plague his mind, and spur on a headache.

he takes in deep breaths through his mouth to calm himself, breathing in through his nose would only let him smell the metallic undertone that blood carries with it. he would most definitely throw up if he smells that.

while he helps confirm the deceased, taking time to pray for them as well, a single question keeps repeating in his mind. he has to know who did this. “u—um, sir...? if you don’t mind me asking, was this the work of an assassin?”

a tense silence follows after his question. “this was no assassin. we were betrayed, by the strongest soldiers we ever had.”

those words were like a bucket of ice cold water being poured onto him. they not only sent a shiver down his spine, but, it also sent his entire world crashing down when he came to the realization of who was responsible for this massacre. “y-you don’t mean... no way... it couldn’t be...”

allioni adamantly refuses to believe that his heroes were capable of turning their backs to their own country, but then again, all the members were originally criminals in one way or another, so this level of treason was to be expected. “oh, but it is. that’s right, the eight deadly sins are the ones responsible for this.”

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⌞ 𝐊𝐈𝐒𝐒 𝐌𝐄 𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐄 ; 𝐋𝐔𝐃𝐎𝐂𝐈𝐄𝐋 ⌝

summary ; ludociel is a passionate lover, but he is also someone who has trouble expressing himself properly with words; what better way to convey his love for you than with kisses?

pairing ; ludociel / black fem!reader

tags ; fluff, slightly suggestive, body worship, ludociel is whipped but he’s also a tease, purely self-indulgent.

𝐜𝐚𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐠

ludociel’s normal way of kissing is soft, but passionate. his kisses are featherlight; he kisses you delicately but with an intensity that leaves you both warm and covered in a thin sheen of sweat. he sees you as a work of art, one that chaos themself took the proper time and materials to sculpt and bring you to life, and he kisses you accordingly.

“ludo, that tickles,” you let out a small giggle, looking down at the archangel who’s busied himself with littering your body kisses.

he’s been at it for over an hour, gently kissing down your body. currently, his lips are pressed against your right foot.

bemused, he asks, “does it?” before moving back up your leg with a small grin, taking pleasure in the little noises you’ve been making in response to him. he admires the little dark splotches on the expanse of your skin; evidence of his work.

“yes—“

you cut yourself off with a yelp when he bites into your calf then licks over it to soothe the sting. your thigh twitches.

“my darling is always so responsive to my kisses,” he chuckled. “i wonder what other sounds i can draw out of you.”

your head turns away in embarrassment as he repeats the pattern he’s been going by. kiss, bite, lick, kiss. a never ending cycle.

“ah, ah, don’t hide from me, my love. let me see those pretty eyes; i want you to watch me,” he looks up at you as he kisses up to your thigh.

“you can’t get embarrassed now, you should be used to this already. keep your eyes on me while i worship you, okay?”

ludociel’s farewell kisses hold a lot of longing within them; longing to come back to you and spend his time wrapped up in bed with you, holding you close to his chest while you take your fifth nap of the day. he hates leaving for missions that will take him far away from you, but it must be done, it’s his job after all.

“i’m gonna miss you,” you pout, your hands idly playing with the white fabric draped on ludociel’s armour.

ludociel sighs, rubbing your waist. “i know, dear. i’ll miss you too.”

the supreme deity has yet again sent him on another mission, this one farther away from home than all the others. and to make it worse, it should take at least a month or two to complete. you don’t want to let him go, but you know just how important his position is to him.

“can i get a kiss before you leave, ludo?”, your head falls into the crook of his neck, trying to engrain the scent of him into your nose.

“you know you don’t have to ask, love. I would kiss you regardless,” he cups your cheek, his armoured hand feeling cool against your skin.

you tilt your head back to allow him a proper angle for a kiss. he leans down and captures your lips with his, pressing a long, soft kiss against it.

he would definitely miss you and his kiss conveyed that. his hand on your waist squeezed tightly, but not enough to hurt you.

“i love you. wait for me, okay?”

“always.”

ludociel is a tease, in every aspect of the word. although he loves the feel of your lips on his, he also loves making you squirm or work for a kiss. he’s a cocky little shit, but you’ve made your bed, so you have no choice but to lie in it.

ludociel lets out a low chuckle seeing your cheeks puffed out with an equally amusing pout on your plump lips.

“is something the matter, my darling?”

you grumble, feeling yourself tittering on the edge of wiping off that shit-eating grin on his face. you’d been feeling needy for kisses and came to him in hopes of getting what you desired, but you should’ve known better than to think he would kiss you without his usual teasing.

“what do you think?”, you huff, turning away from him. he grasps your chin, turning your head back to face him.

“you haven’t told me what you want. i’m no mind reader, darling.”

liar. he knows exactly what you want, he knows you better than you know yourself! he just wants to hear you say it out loud, knowing fully well how fidgety you get when you want to ask for his affection. he finds it cute.

you pout even more and grumble out something, he leans down closer to you.

“speak up, love, i can’t hear you.”

“I SAID, I WANT A KISS!”

you feel heavily embarrassed, but it’s not your fault! it’s ludociel and his stupidly handsome face and his stupidly great kisses. you want to bury yourself in a hole.

“hm, is that so? my beautiful girl wants a kiss? who am i to deny her?”

you glare at him. he’s been denying you for thirty minutes straight! you’re almost tempted to leave and give him a taste of his own medicine, but you really need that kiss.

he kisses you, one hand on your cheek, the other running up and down your spine. his lips eventually stray from your lips to go down your throat to the base of your neck, leaving light nips and pecks along the way.

your fingers thread through his hair, you envy how silky and soft it feels. once he’s done ravaging your neck, ludociel comes back up to kiss you for longer till the both of you are breathless and panting for air. you hide your face in his chest, still feeling a little embarrassed for how desperately you acted.

he rubs your back, laughing softly. he’s well aware that you’re embarrassed. “you’re so cute, my love. maybe i should start making you beg more often.”

“do not.”

ludociel’s kisses are sloppy, needy and rushed when you’re both out in public. he wouldn’t kiss you in front of all those important people, he has a reputation to uphold. but the minute he’s not being swarmed by one person or the other, he’s pulling you aside for a quick make out, maybe something more.

“ludociel, someone might see us here,” you mumble between kisses, but your lover is too preoccupied in your taste to actually care.

he has his tongue in your mouth, his hands fiddling with the zipper of your dress. “you worry too much,” he finally speaks, pulling back to let you breathe, but not for long. he’s quick to dive back in, attacking your swollen lips even more. he’s insatiable when he’s like this.

there’s spit dribbling down your chin, you don’t even know if it’s yours or his. the kiss is messy, extremely so, and you’re worried it might escalate into something that could very well paint the both of you in a bad light.

“seriously, ludo, we could get caught…”

“oh come on, love. just a little more, please? i’ve been so swamped by those pretentious nobles..” he pouts.

you sigh, unable to resist giving into him when he looks at you so very pleadingly.

“fine. but no more than kisses, alright?”

“no promises.”

“ludociel.”

“fine, fine..”

ludociel’s lips taste incredibly sweet, like the tea he normally drinks with his desserts or that one cheesecake you both love. whenever you feel the need for something sugary, you just kiss him instead, that way you get love and sugar. a win is a win, after all.

“love, i have to work…” ludociel sighs, one arm wrapped around your torso, the other writing some report.

he didn’t know how this happened or what led to it, but now, you're sitting in his lap, kissing his lips fervently. his lips are swollen from the onslaught of kisses that you’re still delivering to them, but he makes no moves to stop you either. maybe he’ll humour you, after all, it’s not everyday this happens. this does, in fact, happen everyday.

“your lips taste so sweet, though. like éclairs…”

he chuckles at you. “do they, now? are you craving sweets, my love?”

“maybe…”

he pats the small of your back when your head dips down to his neck, resting against him. he kisses your temple. “we’ll get some when i finish up this report okay? i have to get it in by the end of the day. once i’m done, we can go to that one bakery you like so much.”

“I’ll hold you to that.”

ludociel’s morning kisses are lazy, just like the both of you when you awaken so early. he wishes he could spend the entire morning just laying in bed and kissing you.

the sun rays peak from in between the gaps of your curtains. ludociel’s arm is thrown over you, holding you to his chest in a protective embrace.

your eyes flutter open and it takes a moment or two for you to blink the sleep out of your eyes. when you do, you look up at your sleeping lover, admiring his features. he looks even more beautiful when the sun hits him from this angle.

when he feels your gaze, ludociel’s eyes open and his white irises peer into your darker ones. you smile at him.

“good morning. how’d you sleep?”

it takes him a while to register your greeting, but he mumbles a small ‘good morning’ back, craning his neck to plant a kiss against your lips.

it lacks the usual firmness ludociel would normally kiss you with, but you can’t blame him. it’s far too early in the morning and he had a long night the day before.

you reciprocate his kiss, letting your eyes close. you’re pretty sure he’s fallen back asleep even though his lips are still pressed against yours.

you pull back and stroke his face, brushing away the little strands that’ve slipped from the braid you put his hair into last night.

he sleepily chases after your lips, his hands settling onto the dips of your hips, running his thumbs over them in circles. he leans in, pressing his lips to yours again, sighing in content through his nose as your mouths mould together in a familiar rhythm. your hands find their way to his chest and his arms wrap around you firmly. he never wants this moment to end, but you both will have to get up eventually. ‘till then, he’ll spend this time he has with you trading kisses.

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