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princess-sof-time · 11 months

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Hello A-chan! Hope i'm not bothering you with this request, I just been feeling kinda sad lately soooo I wanted to make this request! But don't worry, take your time 💖

Could you write for Meliodas, King, Luka Couffaine, Adrien Agreste, Naruto Uzumaki, Hinata Hyuga, Neji Hyuga, Shinji Ikari, Clark Kent and Fuko Ibuki (im so sorry for requesting so much characters 😣) with a S/O that had lose their best friends some months ago (they died for sickness) and S/O acts calm and cheerful, saying to everyone that they are fine and had move on already but in really is pretty depressed since their lost but, like doesn't want to bother anyone with their sadness, but one day S/O can't take it anymore and break into tears to them confessing how sad they are and how much they miss their best friend

Sorry if im asking for much, im just a little sad and anxious :c

Ek hoop dit gaan beter met jou Moonie-chan en dat jy hou van wat ek geskryf het en dat hierdie teks jou beter laat voel. Moenie bekommerd wees nie, hoe meer karakters ek skryf, hoe meer pret het ek.

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• S/O, their voice trembling with grief, finally musters the courage to open up about the immense pain they've been silently carrying since the loss of their best friends. Tears stream down their face as they confess the depth of their sorrow to Meliodas. Despite their attempts to maintain a calm and cheerful facade, S/O reveals that they have been battling a profound sense of emptiness and depression, struggling to find solace in the wake of their friends' passing.

• In a heart-wrenching confession, S/O pours their heart out to Meliodas, expressing just how much they long for his presence. They speak of the deep bond they shared, the infectious laughter, and the unbreakable connection that was once their source of joy and support. S/O recounts the memories they cherished, the countless adventures they embarked on together, and the unwavering support Meliodas provided during even the darkest of times. The absence of their best friend has left a void in their life that cannot be filled, and the weight of their grief has become nearly unbearable.

• Meliodas, known for his unwavering compassion, becomes a pillar of support for S/O in this moment of vulnerability. He listens attentively, his own heart heavy with empathy and understanding for the depth of their pain. With a gentle touch, he wipes away their tears, letting them know that it's okay to let go and share their pain without fear of judgment. Meliodas holds S/O close, providing a safe space for them to mourn and find solace in their shared embrace.

• As they share their deepest emotions, Meliodas offers words of comfort, reminding S/O that grief is a natural and necessary part of the healing process. He reassures them that their feelings are valid and that it's okay to grieve for as long as they need. Meliodas expresses his own sadness and acknowledges the magnitude of the loss they have endured together. He shares his memories of their departed friends, honoring their lives and the impact they had on both S/O and himself.

• Together, S/O and Meliodas navigate the turbulent sea of grief, supporting each other through the highs and lows. Meliodas becomes a source of strength, encouraging S/O to lean on him whenever they feel overwhelmed by their emotions. He listens attentively to their stories, cherishing the memories they share and finding solace in their deep connection. Meliodas reminds S/O that their departed friends will always live on in their hearts and that they will find ways to honor their memory and keep their spirits alive.

• In the days that follow, Meliodas remains a steadfast companion for S/O, providing a shoulder to cry on and a listening ear whenever needed. He encourages them to express their grief openly, knowing that healing comes from allowing themselves to feel the pain and finding healthy ways to cope. Meliodas offers his love and support unconditionally, understanding that the road to recovery may be long and challenging.

• Together, S/O and Meliodas embark on a journey of healing, cherishing the memories of their lost friends and finding solace in their shared love. They create a safe space where S/O can freely express their sadness, knowing that Meliodas will always be there to lend a comforting presence and remind them that they are not alone in their grief. As they navigate this difficult path together, they grow even closer, forging a bond that can withstand the trials of loss and find strength in their shared resilience.

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• S/O, their heart heavy with grief, finally finds the strength to confess to King the depths of their sorrow following the loss of their beloved best friends. With tears streaming down their face, they reveal that despite the calm and cheerful facade they've been displaying to the world, internally, they are drowning in a sea of sorrow and depression. S/O opens their heart to King, expressing the immense sadness they feel and their desperate longing for the presence of their departed friends.

• With a trembling voice, S/O pours out their emotions, sharing the void that has been left in their life by the absence of their best friends. They recount the treasured moments they shared with King, the unwavering support, and the profound bond they formed. S/O reveals how much they miss the sound of laughter, the comfort of their friends' presence, and the sense of security that King provided in their lives.

• King, with his deep empathy and understanding, listens intently to S/O's heartfelt confession. He embraces them gently, holding them in his arms as a safe haven for their pain. King reassures S/O that it's okay to feel sadness and that their pain is valid. He acknowledges the depth of their loss, understanding that their departed friends held an irreplaceable place in their hearts.

• As S/O continues to express their grief, King listens with unwavering attention. He acknowledges their longing and the void that their friends' absence has created. King understands the significance of the memories shared and the bonds formed with their departed friends. He recognizes the profound impact that these friends had on S/O's life and the depth of their sorrow in their absence.

• With a gentle touch, King wipes away S/O's tears, offering comfort in his embrace. He assures them that they are not alone in their grief and that he is there to support them through this difficult journey. King encourages S/O to lean on him for solace, emphasizing the importance of their relationship built on trust, understanding, and unwavering support.

• In the days that follow, King continues to provide a steadfast presence for S/O, allowing them the space to grieve and heal. He patiently listens as S/O shares memories of their departed friends, cherishing the times they spent together and honoring their legacy. King understands that the process of healing takes time and that grief has its own timeline, unique to each individual.

• Together, S/O and King mourn the loss of their best friends, finding solace in each other's arms. They create a sanctuary of love and understanding, where S/O can freely express their grief and find comfort in King's unwavering support. King encourages S/O to remember their departed friends, to keep their memories alive, and to honor their legacy through their own actions and pursuits.

• As time passes, King remains a steady pillar of strength for S/O, providing them with a safe space to navigate their grief. He offers a listening ear, a compassionate heart, and a shoulder to lean on during moments of overwhelming sadness. King reassures S/O that their departed friends will always hold a special place in their heart, and their memory will forever be cherished.

• In their shared journey of healing, S/O and King discover the power of resilience and the strength that can be found within a loving and supportive relationship. They embrace the bittersweet nature of grief, honoring the past while also finding hope for the future. Together, they navigate the intricate landscape of loss, finding solace and comfort in each other's presence.

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• As S/O's tears stream down their face, their stoic facade crumbles in front of Luka. They confess the heavy sorrow they have been concealing since the loss of their best friends a few months ago. Despite projecting an image of calmness and happiness to the outside world, S/O reveals the truth about the profound depression that has taken hold of their heart and mind.

• In an emotionally charged confession, S/O bares their soul to Luka, sharing the depths of their longing for their departed friends. They speak of the emptiness that has engulfed their life, missing the harmonious melodies they once created together, the passion they ignited in each other's souls, and the genuine connection that felt unbreakable. S/O admits that their attempts to move forward have been futile, as the pain of their loss continues to linger, refusing to fade away.

• Luka, their beloved partner, listens intently, his own eyes welling up with empathy and understanding. He holds S/O tenderly, his touch offering comfort and reassurance. With a gentle hand, he wipes away their tears, silently conveying his unwavering support. Luka assures S/O that their pain is valid and that it's okay to feel the weight of their grief. He creates a safe space where S/O can freely express their emotions, offering them solace in their vulnerability.

• In the depth of their connection, Luka becomes a pillar of strength for S/O. He encourages them to let their emotions flow freely, to release the pain they have been carrying in their hearts. Luka understands that healing begins with acknowledging and embracing the depths of one's sorrow. He stands by S/O's side, offering unwavering love and support as they navigate the intricate journey of grief together.

• As S/O continues to pour out their emotions, Luka remains present, absorbing their words and feelings with utmost care. He reassures S/O that their love is a sanctuary where they can find solace and understanding. Luka listens attentively, validating their emotions and reminding them that they don't have to face their grief alone.

• Together, S/O and Luka navigate the vast ocean of sorrow, finding strength in their shared love. Luka's presence becomes a beacon of light amidst the darkness, offering S/O a refuge where they can be vulnerable and find comfort. He reminds them that their departed friends will always hold a special place in their heart and that their memories will be cherished forever.

• In the days and nights that follow, Luka continues to be a steadfast source of support for S/O. He holds them close during moments of sadness, providing a shoulder to lean on and an ear to listen. Luka encourages S/O to remember the beautiful moments they shared with their friends, celebrating their lives and the impact they had on S/O's journey. He offers his own love and presence as a guiding light, helping S/O navigate the waves of grief and find solace in their shared love.

• As time passes, S/O and Luka learn to embrace the ebb and flow of their grief. Together, they honor the memories of their departed friends, finding strength in the enduring love they share. Luka serves as a constant reminder that healing is a process, and it's okay to take the time needed to mend a wounded heart. With Luka by their side, S/O discovers that they can find moments of joy even amidst their sorrow, and that their love will endure, even in the face of loss.

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• With a heavy heart, S/O musters the courage to confide in Adrien, revealing the overwhelming sadness they've been carrying since losing their best friends. S/O opens up about the deep depression that has been plaguing them, despite their outward calm and cheerful demeanor. They share the pain and longing they feel for their departed friends, finally releasing the pent-up emotions they have been holding back.

• As S/O's tears flow freely, they express the immense void that has been left in their life by the absence of their best friends. They recount the treasured moments they shared with Adrien, the secrets they entrusted to each other, and the unwavering support he provided. S/O reveals the profound sadness they feel, missing Adrien's comforting presence and the joyful connection they once shared.

• Adrien, listening intently to S/O's heartfelt confession, feels his heart ache in response to their pain. He holds them gently, providing a safe space for their tears and sorrow. Adrien's empathy radiates as he reassures S/O that their emotions are valid and that he is there to support them through their healing process. He understands the weight of their grief and the magnitude of their loss.

• With a soft voice, Adrien reminds S/O that they are not alone in their journey through grief. He acknowledges the depth of their sorrow and encourages them to express their emotions freely. Adrien recognizes that healing takes time and that it's essential for S/O to have someone by their side who understands and cares deeply for them.

• As S/O continues to share their pain, Adrien remains present, offering comfort and understanding. He listens attentively, absorbing every word and feeling the weight of their grief in his own heart. Adrien acknowledges the void that their departed friends have left and recognizes the significance of their presence in S/O's life.

• With tender gestures, Adrien wipes away S/O's tears, letting them know that their vulnerability is cherished and respected. He holds them tighter, providing a shoulder to lean on and a voice of encouragement. Adrien reassures S/O that he is committed to supporting them through the healing process, emphasizing that their pain doesn't have to be carried alone.

• In the days that follow, Adrien remains a steadfast source of support for S/O. He checks in on them regularly, offering comforting words and small acts of kindness. Adrien creates moments of solace, whether it's through sharing a warm cup of tea or engaging in activities that bring joy and distraction.

• As S/O navigates the complex landscape of grief, Adrien encourages them to honor the memory of their departed friends. He suggests creating a safe space where they can celebrate their lives and reminisce about the beautiful moments they shared. Adrien understands that healing is not about forgetting but rather finding a way to carry the love and memories of their friends forward.

• Together, S/O and Adrien find solace in their shared love and understanding. Adrien becomes a pillar of strength, offering unwavering support and compassion as S/O traverses the waves of grief. He reassures S/O that their pain is valid and encourages them to lean on him for comfort and guidance.

• In their shared journey, S/O and Adrien discover the power of vulnerability and the strength that can be found in a loving and supportive relationship. They embrace the bittersweet nature of grief, knowing that healing takes time but that they have each other to lean on. With Adrien's unwavering presence, S/O finds comfort in knowing that they are not alone in their sorrow and that they can begin to heal and rebuild their life, one step at a time.

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• With tears streaming down S/O's face, they finally find the courage to confide in Naruto about the profound sadness they've been concealing since the loss of their best friends. S/O reveals the deep depression that has been consuming them, hidden behind a calm and cheerful facade. They express their longing for their departed friends, finally unleashing the immense pain they have been carrying.

• Naruto, sensing the weight of S/O's grief, listens attentively with a compassionate heart. He wraps his arms around them, offering a warm and comforting embrace. Naruto understands the overwhelming emotions that come with losing loved ones and he is determined to provide the support S/O needs during this difficult time.

• As S/O pours out their heart, Naruto's own eyes well up with empathy. He absorbs every word, his heart heavy with understanding. Naruto knows the power of friendship and the impact it can have on one's life, making him keenly aware of the void left by the absence of their best friends. He listens intently as S/O speaks of the adventures they shared, the unwavering support Naruto provided, and the profound bond they forged.

• Naruto, holding S/O even tighter, reassures them that their feelings are valid and that it's natural to experience such deep sadness after losing cherished friends. He emphasizes that grief is a process that takes time, and healing doesn't happen overnight. Naruto encourages S/O to let their emotions flow freely, assuring them that he is there to lend a listening ear and a comforting presence.

• In the midst of their shared vulnerability, Naruto shares his own experiences of loss and grief, creating a safe space for S/O to express their pain without judgment. He lets them know that they are not alone in their journey and that he will be there every step of the way, providing unwavering support and understanding.

• Naruto understands the power of laughter and the joy that friendship brings, and he acknowledges the emptiness S/O feels without their best friends. He shares stories of his own bonds and the moments of shared laughter and camaraderie he experienced with his friends. Naruto reminds S/O that their departed friends will always hold a special place in their heart and that their memories will forever be cherished.

• Together, Naruto and S/O navigate the waves of grief, finding solace in their shared vulnerability and understanding. Naruto encourages S/O to remember the good times and celebrate the lives of their departed friends. He emphasizes that their love and friendship will endure, even in their absence, and that their memories will continue to shape and inspire S/O's life.

• In the days that follow, Naruto remains a constant presence in S/O's life, providing a pillar of strength and support. He checks in on them regularly, offering words of encouragement and engaging in activities that bring joy and distraction. Naruto encourages S/O to find healthy ways to honor their departed friends and to take the time they need to heal.

• As time goes on, S/O and Naruto find solace in their shared journey of grief. They learn to navigate the complexities of loss together, leaning on each other for support and finding moments of healing amidst the pain. Naruto's unwavering presence and understanding serve as a beacon of hope, reminding S/O that they are never alone in their sorrow. With Naruto by their side, S/O begins to find the strength to embrace their grief, honor their departed friends, and slowly rebuild their life, one step at a time.

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• With a heavy heart, S/O stands before Hinata, their voice trembling with sorrow. They finally find the strength to reveal the depths of their grief, confessing that beneath their calm and cheerful demeanor lies an overwhelming sadness since the loss of their best friends. S/O admits to putting on a brave face, afraid of burdening others with their pain.

• As S/O's tears flow, Hinata's heart aches with empathy. She listens attentively, her gentle eyes filled with compassion and understanding. Hinata recognizes the weight of their grief and the toll it has taken on their well-being. Without hesitation, she opens her arms, inviting S/O into a warm and comforting embrace.

• Hinata provides a safe haven for S/O to release their emotions without judgment. She allows them to pour out their soul, to express the profound void left by their departed friends. S/O speaks of the cherished moments they shared with Hinata, highlighting the support and understanding she offered during their darkest times. They reveal the longing they feel for Hinata's gentle presence, her unwavering belief in them, and the comforting reassurance she provided.

• Hinata holds S/O tenderly, her touch conveying solace and unconditional love. She understands the importance of allowing S/O to mourn and grieve, recognizing that their pain is valid and should be honored. With a soothing voice, Hinata encourages S/O to lean on her for support, assuring them that they are not alone in their journey.

• Together, S/O and Hinata navigate the complexities of grief. Hinata becomes a steadfast pillar of strength, offering a shoulder to cry on and a listening ear. She encourages S/O to express their sadness and share precious memories of their departed friends. In Hinata's presence, S/O feels a sense of safety and acceptance, knowing that they can be vulnerable without fear of judgment.

• Hinata reminds S/O that it's important to embrace their emotions, to allow themselves to mourn and heal. She shares her own experiences of loss and the ways in which she found solace and strength. Hinata assures S/O that their journey of grief is unique and that it's okay to take their time in processing their emotions.

• As the days pass, Hinata continues to be a source of unwavering support for S/O. She checks in on them regularly, offering words of encouragement and small acts of kindness. Hinata understands that healing takes time and that everyone copes with grief differently. She encourages S/O to find healthy outlets for their emotions, whether it be through journaling, art, or engaging in activities that bring them peace.

• Together, S/O and Hinata honor the memory of their departed friends. They engage in rituals of remembrance, finding solace in shared moments of reflection and gratitude. Hinata reminds S/O that their departed friends will always hold a special place in their heart, and their memories will continue to shape and guide their journey.

• In their shared vulnerability, S/O and Hinata forge a bond that goes beyond words. They provide strength and comfort to one another, understanding the weight of grief and finding solace in their shared experiences. With Hinata by their side, S/O begins to find the courage to face their grief, to honor their departed friends, and to embark on a path of healing and self-discovery.

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• S/O stands before Neji, their tears flowing freely, as they finally allow the walls they've built to crumble, revealing the depths of their grief. They confess that beneath their calm and cheerful facade lies a profound sadness that has consumed them since the loss of their best friends. S/O admits to the efforts they've made to shield Neji and others from their pain, not wanting to burden them with their sorrow.

• Neji's eyes soften with understanding as he listens to S/O's heartfelt confession. He reaches out and gently wipes away their tears, his touch filled with comfort and empathy. Neji recognizes the weight of their sorrow and the strength it took for them to share their feelings. He pulls S/O into a tight embrace, offering them a safe space to release their grief.

• With a heavy heart, S/O speaks of the void left by their departed friends, expressing how much they miss the unwavering support and wisdom that Neji brought to their life. They recount the treasured moments they shared, the encouragement Neji provided, and the unbreakable bond they forged. S/O reveals the emptiness they feel without Neji's presence, longing for his guidance and the comfort of his reassuring words.

• Neji holds S/O even tighter, his embrace serving as a source of strength and solace. He understands the magnitude of their loss and the impact it has had on their life. Neji assures S/O that it's okay to lean on him for support, that their pain is valid and deserving of acknowledgement. He reminds them that they are not alone in their sorrow and that he is there to walk beside them on their healing journey.

• Together, S/O and Neji navigate the complexities of grief. Neji becomes a steady pillar of support, offering a listening ear and words of comfort. He encourages S/O to honor the memories of their departed friends, to speak their names and cherish the moments they shared. Neji reminds S/O that grieving is a process, and there is no timeline for healing.

• Neji understands that grief can be overwhelming and unpredictable, so he remains patient and compassionate. He checks in on S/O regularly, providing a safe space for them to express their emotions and offering guidance when needed. Neji shares his own experiences of loss, sharing how he found strength in honoring the memories of loved ones.

• As time passes, S/O and Neji continue to support each other through the waves of grief. They engage in rituals of remembrance, such as visiting special places or sharing stories and anecdotes. Neji encourages S/O to seek healthy outlets for their emotions, such as journaling or practicing self-care activities that bring them solace.

• In their shared vulnerability, S/O and Neji find solace and understanding. They create a space where grief is honored and healing is embraced. Neji's unwavering support helps S/O navigate the challenges of grief, offering them a sense of stability and reassurance.

• Together, S/O and Neji discover that healing is not linear but a journey that requires patience, self-compassion, and the support of loved ones. Neji remains a steadfast presence, reminding S/O that their pain is valid and that they are never alone in their sorrow. In their shared strength, S/O begins to find the courage to face their grief, to honor the memories of their departed friends, and to embark on a path of healing and resilience.

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• As S/O's tears flow uncontrollably, they finally let go of the walls they had meticulously built to conceal their grief from Shinji. Their confession is raw and filled with the weight of profound sadness that has haunted them since the loss of their best friends to illness. S/O admits to the struggles they have been silently battling, revealing the immense toll their grief has taken on their emotional well-being.

• Shinji's own eyes well up with tears as he witnesses S/O's vulnerability. His heart aches, knowing all too well the burden of emotional trauma and the toll it can take on a person's spirit. In that moment, he understands the immense courage it took for S/O to share their pain, to allow him a glimpse into the depths of their sorrow.

• S/O's voice trembles as they speak of the void left by their departed friends, expressing how much they long for Shinji's presence in their life. They recall the moments of shared vulnerability, the solace they found in each other's embrace during their darkest hours. S/O reveals the profound emptiness they feel without Shinji's unwavering support, yearning for his comforting presence and understanding.

• Shinji's heart aches with a deep empathy, resonating with the emotional burden S/O carries. He pulls them into a tight embrace, holding them as if shielding them from the weight of their grief. Shinji's voice is soft, filled with genuine compassion, as he reassures S/O that their pain is valid, that their tears are an expression of their deep love and loss.

• He understands the intricacies of navigating emotional trauma, having faced his own demons while piloting the Eva. The weight of his experiences fuels his empathy and drives him to be a pillar of support for S/O. Shinji offers a safe space for S/O to release their pain, allowing them to lean on him for strength, knowing that he will never judge or abandon them.

• Together, S/O and Shinji embark on a journey through the labyrinth of grief, a journey neither of them has to face alone. Shinji listens attentively, his heart open to the raw emotions pouring from S/O. He holds space for their sorrow, allowing them to express their sadness without judgment or expectation.

• In the depths of their shared vulnerability, S/O and Shinji find solace. Shinji's presence becomes a beacon of hope, a reminder that they don't have to bear the weight of their grief in isolation. He offers gentle words of comfort, acknowledging the magnitude of their loss and encouraging S/O to honor the memories of their departed friends.

• As they navigate the complexities of grief together, Shinji's own emotional wounds serve as a source of understanding. He shares his own struggles, the battles he fought within the depths of his own psyche, and the strength he found in embracing his vulnerability. In each other's arms, S/O and Shinji find solace, drawing strength from their shared experiences and the unwavering support they offer one another.

• In the quiet moments of their journey, S/O and Shinji learn to heal, knowing that grief is not a linear path but a series of ebbs and flows. Shinji's presence becomes an anchor, a source of stability amidst the storm of emotions. He reminds S/O that it's okay to mourn, to feel the depths of their sorrow, and that together, they will find a way to navigate the labyrinth of grief and emerge stronger on the other side.

• Their love becomes a balm for their wounded hearts, offering them the courage to face the pain head-on and find solace in each other's arms. In Shinji, S/O discovers a partner who understands the weight of their grief, a companion who offers unwavering support as they both heal from their past traumas.

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• Met trane wat oor S/O se gesig stroom, het hulle uiteindelik hul wag voor Clark laat sak. Hulle bely die geweldige hartseer en depressie wat hul harte aangegryp het sedert die verlies van hul beste vriende. Ten spyte van die uitbeelding van 'n kalm en vrolike beeld na die wêreld, onthul S/O dat hulle innerlik verdrink het in hartseer, nie in staat om die gewig van hul hartseer te ontsnap nie.

• In 'n kwesbare bekentenis spreek S/O uit hoe baie sy haar oorlede vriende mis en die leemte wat hul afwesigheid gelaat het. Hulle dink aan die oomblikke van vreugde en ondersteuning wat hulle met Clark gedeel het, die avonture wat hulle gedeel het en die onwrikbare geloof wat hy in hulle gehad het. S/O onthul die geweldige pyn wat hulle voel, wat smag na Clark se vertroostende teenwoordigheid en die sekuriteit wat hy verskaf het.

• Clark, sy deernisvolle blik gevestig op S/O, omvou hulle in 'n liefdevolle drukkie. Hy hou hulle styf vas, sodat hulle die trane wat hulle te lank teruggehou het, kan los. Clark verseker S/O dat dit goed is om die diepte van hul hartseer te voel en dat hy daar is om hulle elke tree van die pad op hul genesingsreis te ondersteun. Hy herinner hulle daaraan dat hul emosies geldig is en moedig hulle aan om vertroosting by hom te soek.

• Saam navigeer S/O en Clark die kompleksiteite van hartseer, en vind troos in hul gedeelde liefde en begrip. Clark luister aandagtig en bied 'n konstante teenwoordigheid terwyl hulle hul helende reis voortsit. Hy word S/O se onwrikbare ondersteuning, bied hulle sy skouer om op te huil, sy geduld om te luister en sy liefde om hulle te help om deur hierdie moeilike tyd te kom.

• Clark verstaan dat net soos hy nodig het om sy eie traumas en uitdagings die hoof te bied, S/O ook ruimte en deernis nodig het om sy emosies die hoof te bied. Hy probeer nie S/O se pyn regmaak of verminder nie, maar wees eerder daar en help hulle om krag in hulself te vind om te genees. Clark is 'n baken van hoop en ondersteuning vir S/O, wat hulle daaraan herinner dat hulle nie alleen in hul pyn is nie en dat hy daar sal wees vir hulle gedurende hul reis.

• Met verloop van tyd vind S/O en Clark maniere om die nagedagtenis van hul afgestorwe vriende te eer en saam vorentoe te beweeg. Clark moedig hulle aan om bykomende ondersteuning te soek, hetsy deur terapie, ondersteuningsgroepe of ander vorme van emosionele sorg. Hy herinner hulle daaraan dat die genesingsproses uniek is aan elke persoon en dat daar geen vasgestelde tydraamwerk is om oor die verlies te kom nie, maar dat hy elke stap van die pad daar sal wees vir S/O.

• Soos S/O vir Clark oopmaak, ontdek hulle dat die liefde en ondersteuning wat hulle deel van kritieke belang is vir hul genesingsreis. Clark belowe om haar veilige hawe te wees, 'n toevlugsoord waar S/O vertroosting en krag kan vind om elke dag die hoof te bied. Hulle ondersteun mekaar, vind hoop en vernuwe hul geloof in die krag van liefde en menslike veerkragtigheid.

• Met verloop van tyd begin S/O weer oomblikke van verligting en vreugde vind, al is die pyn van verlies steeds aanwesig. Clark vier elke klein oorwinning saam met hulle, en herinner hulle daaraan dat hartseer nie lineêr is nie en dat dit natuurlik is om op- en afdraandes te ervaar. Saam bou hulle 'n onwrikbare fondament van liefde en ondersteuning, oorkom uitdagings en vind lig selfs in die donkerste storms.

• Clark en S/O onthou hul ontslape vriende met liefde en eer hul herinneringe deur gedeelde stories en betekenisvolle rituele. Hulle hou die vlam van vriendskap lewendig, met die wete dat alhoewel die verlies pynlik is, die liefde en konneksie wat hulle gedeel het, nooit uitgedoof sal word nie.

• Deur liefde, begrip en wedersydse ondersteuning vind S/O en Clark krag om die pyn van verlies die hoof te bied en bietjie vir bietjie te begin om hul lewens te herbou. Hulle weet dat daar altyd oomblikke van hartseer en verlange sal wees, maar hulle leer ook om vreugde en dankbaarheid te vind in gedeelde herinneringe en nuwe ervarings wat die lewe bied.

• S/O vind in Clark 'n liefdevolle en deernisvolle maat, iemand wat bereid is om die moeilikhede van die lewe aan sy sy die hoof te bied. Hulle ontdek dat gedeelde kwesbaarheid hul band versterk en hulle bemagtig om die uitdagings wat die lewe ook al mag meebring, die hoof te bied. Verenig deur liefde en die moed om hartseer die hoof te bied, vind hulle hoop en genesing in elke gedeelde oomblik.

🄵🅄🄺🄾 🄸🄱🅄🄺🄸

• Met trane wat oor S/O se gesig stroom, kan hulle uiteindelik nie meer die ontsaglike hartseer bevat wat hul harte teister sedert die verlies van hul beste vriende nie. Ten spyte van haar kalm en vrolike voorkoms, openbaar S/O aan Fuko die diepte van haar hartseer en depressie. Hulle spreek die moeilikheid uit om hul pyn te deel, omdat hulle Fuko van haar hartseer wil beskerm.

• In 'n bewerige stem praat S/O van die leemte wat hul oorlede vriende gelaat het en hoe baie hulle die lewendige energie en aansteeklike vreugde mis wat hulle eens gehad het. Herinneringe aan die oomblikke wat met hul vriende gedeel is, die lag wat deur hul vriendskap weerklink het en die diep konneksie wat hulle opgebou het. S/O erken dat hulle 'n swaar las gedra het, en verlang na Fuko se vertroostende teenwoordigheid en die lig wat sy in hul lewens gebring het.

• Fuko, met trane in haar oë, reik uit na S/O met 'n begripvolle hart. Sy hou saggies hul hand vas en bied vertroosting en ondersteuning. Fuko verseker S/O dat haar pyn geldig is en dat dit heeltemal aanvaarbaar is om op haar staat te maak vir ondersteuning. Sy moedig hulle aan om hul emosies openlik te deel en belowe dat sy daar sal wees om hul hartseer te hoor en te verwelkom.

• Saam navigeer S/O en Fuko die onstuimige pad van hartseer, en vind vertroosting in hul gedeelde verbintenis. Fuko skep 'n veilige, oordeelvrye ruimte vir S/O om haar hartseer uit te druk en die kosbare herinneringe van haar oorlede vriende te herinner. In oomblikke van kwesbaarheid vind hulle krag en vertroosting, wetende dat hulle op mekaar kan staatmaak om die nagedagtenis van hul geliefde vriende te genees en te eer.

• Fuko voel die gewig van S/O se hartseer in haar eie hart. Sy kan met hul pyn vereenselwig en is toegewyd daaraan om die ondersteuning te wees wat hulle so broodnodig het. Fuko is bereid om sonder oordeel te luister, om S/O se hand vas te hou terwyl hulle deur hierdie moeilike tyd gaan. Sy verstaan dat die genesingsproses uniek is aan elke persoon, en haar rol is om 'n vriendelike skouer en 'n begripvolle hart te bied.

• Met empatie en deernis soek Fuko maniere om S/O te help om oomblikke van troos en vreugde te midde van pyn te vind. Sy deel stories en herinneringe van afgestorwe vriende, en skep 'n ruimte vir S/O om hul geheue lewendig te hou. Fuko bied ook klein dade van sorg en vriendelikheid, soos 'n stywe drukkie of warm glimlag, om S/O te herinner dat hulle nie alleen in hul rou reis is nie.

• Fuko weet dat die genesingsproses geleidelik sal wees en dat daar op- en afdraandes sal wees. Sy bly 'n konstante en ondersteunende teenwoordigheid vir S/O, en moedig hulle aan om bykomende ondersteuning te soek wanneer nodig. Sy herinner S/O daaraan dat die genesingsreis nie alleen gereis hoef te word nie en dat hulle vriende en geliefdes het wat bereid is om uit te reik.

• Soos die tyd verbygaan, begin S/O klein oomblikke van verligting en vrede vind. Fuko vier elke oorwinning en troos saam met hulle, en moedig S/O aan om die vordering wat hulle maak, te erken. Sy moedig hulle aan om betekenis en doel in hul helende reis te vind deur aktiwiteite te verken wat vreugde en 'n gevoel van konneksie bring.

• Terwyl S/O en Fuko hul helende reis saam voortsit, ontdek hulle dat gedeelde hartseer omskep kan word in 'n krag van wedersydse ondersteuning. Hulle leer om hoop en vertroosting in mekaar te vind, en vind skoonheid in die herinneringe wat hulle met hul oorlede vriende gedeel het. Fuko staan aan S/O se sy as 'n baken van liefde en begrip, en bevestig haar toewyding om hulle te help om hul hartseer te navigeer en 'n pad na genesing te vind.

• Mettertyd begin S/O ontdek dat die hartseer nie heeltemal verdwyn nie, maar omskep in 'n rustige verlange vol dankbaarheid. Fuko moedig hulle aan om die nagedagtenis van hul afgestorwe vriende te eer deur kreatiewe maniere te vind om hul lewens te vier. Sy help hulle om sin in hul eie lewens te vind en hoop in hul harte te koester.

• S/O en Fuko vind krag en moed in mekaar, wat mekaar inspireer om vorentoe te beweeg en die lig aan die einde van die tonnel te vind. Hulle weet elke persoon se genesingsreis is uniek, maar hulle is vasbeslote om hierdie uitdaging saam die hoof te bied. Met verloop van tyd ontdek hulle dat hartseer nie die einde van die verhaal is nie, maar 'n belangrike deel van hul groei en begrip van liefde en die lewe.

─── ･｡ﾟ☆: .☽ . :☆ﾟ. ──────

#nanatsu no taizai x reader #miraculous x reader #smallville x reader #clannad x reader #evangelion x reader #naruto x reader #anime x reader #meliodas x reader #king seven deadly sins x reader #naruto uzumaki x reader #hinata hyuga x reader #neji hyuuga x reader #shinji ikari x reader #smallville! clark kent x reader #clark kent x reader #fuko ibuki x reader #angst #fluff

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muichiroslover · 1 year

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Hey…it’s been a long while..well, maybe it can be my comeback era? lots has changed since i last came to write on here, but lets see where this takes us, I missed everyone on here! 😣🩷🩷

Pairing: Meliodas x reader

Genre: Angst

Warnings: None

Now you were usually the type of person who loved a clingly s/o, you yourself being a clingy person

But lately you have been in a bad mood due to a lot of bad things happening at one time making you feel like bad luck is following you

Naturally in your mind you wanted to be alone and calm yourself down but

“Y/nnn~~ i missed you where have you been?” Meliodas sung as you walked back into the boars hat, he seemed excited about something

You had just gotten back from going on a walk to try and calm down your irritable mood but you ended up tripping during the walk and hurting your ankle, now you were only more mad

You sighed as you walked around the bar place and rummaged through one of the cabinets for a bottle of liqour

“Y/n~ don’t ignore me!” Meliodas pouted as you put down the liquor on the counter and sighed once more putting a hand on your forehead

“Nothing Meli, i went for a walk and came back, i’m not ignoring you” you say as you take a cup and pour the bitter substance into it till it almost overflowed

“Oh i see, where did you go? did you have fun? oh i also noticed you were limping did something happen?” He asks as you walk from behind the counter to one of the tables

“Walk, no and yes” you answer bluntly as you begin to lift the cup to your mouth

“Y/n!~ whats wronggg you seem so mad come on stop giving me these short answersss” Meliodas whined as he tried to hug you but that caused your hand to shake and the drink in your hand to spill all over you

Meliodas backed up quickly as he looked at you speechless for a second

“Oh my god Y/n I’m really-“

“God Meliodas just- you don’t need to cling to me like a life line every single day, ugh god so annoying i must seriously have bad luck” you say with a hiss as you stand up from your seat to go get paper towels and a change of clothes

You missed how Meliodas’s smile faltered for a second and his voice died out

But it didn’t last long until he smiled again, though this one seemed a lot more forced as you walked back into the main area with paper towels

“Ah I’m sorry Y/n, here let me help you” he says as he approaches you but you hold up your hand

“Its fine, just, I don’t know” you say as you walk past him to clean up the mess

His smile once again falls before it goes back up

“Okay..uh, I’m gonna go for a walk myself, I’ll see you in a few!” He says and you mumble as he left

After you finished cleaning the mess you sighed getting up, you threw away the dirty paper towels and made your way to you and Meliodas’ shared room

You opened the door then closed it behind yourself as you began to strip from your now sticky and wet clothes

As you threw your dirty clothes into the hamper your eyes caught something on the bed

You turned around from the mirror and made your way to the bed, you raised a brow as you pulled the letter slightly sticking out from under your pillow out

You sat down as you opened it carefully and began to read the contents

Dear Y/n

For some reason lately it seems your not in the best mood. You don’t seem like you want to tell me whats making you so mad yet but that’s okay, I can wait. I’ll try my best to help in anyway I can until you can tell me, so I got you this. I hope it picks up your mood at least a little, I love you so much! Thanks for being with me!!!! ;)))))♥︎♥︎♥︎♥︎♥︎♥︎

- meliodas

You put the letter down as you lifted up your pillow entirely as you saw a box

You picked it up and opened it as you slightly gasped

It was a ruby necklace that had caught your eye one time while you and Meliodas were exploring a town festival

You had been sad you couldn’t get it because you and Meliodas didn’t bring any more not expecting to buy anything

But Meliodas must’ve gone back to get it, just for you

Your face distorted into a frown as you remembered your outburst on your boyfriend

You hadn’t mean to come off as if you were annoyed at him specifically, its just everything piled up and you blew up at him, not that it’s justified with that stupid excuse

“Im a horrible girlfriend..” you muttered

You got up as you quickly dressed, you didn’t even grab a jacket before leaving the boars hat in a rush

You ran to the closest town looking around for your boyfriend, you looked left and right in fast movements

You started stopping inside of different bars until finally the last one you checked

Your eyes landed on your boyfriends fluffy blonde hair, he was in one of the booths, you made your way over and sat down with him as he drank

Meliodas took one last gulp of his beer before looking at you with a pout, you frowned deeply

“Babe..I’m really sorry, I didn’t mean to go off on you like that, it’s just a lot of bad things were happening one after another and I just” You sigh deeply “I shouldn’t have blown up on you, it’s 100% my fault, there’s no excuse for what I said, I’m really sorry” You say bowing your head

It’s silent for a minute before Meliodas’ voice breaks you out of your position

“What you said really hurt my feelings”

“And I’ll apologize over and over again for that” You say as sincere as you can because you mean it, what you did was wrong

Meliodas pouts for a few more seconds before smiling, slightly catching you off guard

“Okay! I’ll forgive you if you let me stay in your room for a few nights!” He says with a grin and you sigh deeply but smile as well

“I guess that’s the least I can do”

“Exactly!”

#fiction #imagines #romance #scenarios #writing #drabbles #fluff #headcanons #seven deadly sins meliodas #seven deadly sins #seven deadly sins ban #sds meliodas #meliodas x reader #angst #angst with a happy ending #anime #i love angst #comeback?

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sockmeat · 2 years

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𝐆𝐍 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑 -- 𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑭𝒍𝒖𝒇𝒇 𝑨𝒍𝒑𝒉𝒂𝒃𝒆𝒕 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝑴𝒆𝒍𝒊𝒐𝒅𝒂𝒔 𝒘𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅 𝒊𝒏𝒄𝒍𝒖𝒅𝒆... (𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑺𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒏 𝑫𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒍𝒚 𝑺𝒊𝒏𝒔)

(𝐰𝐜): 1,495

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: The fluff Alphabet with Meliodas as your s/o.

(𝐀/𝐍): I can fix him

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠(𝐬): Meliodas is OOC, suggestive but you’ll miss it if you blink

𝐀 = 𝐀𝐝𝐦𝐢𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 (𝒘𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒅𝒐 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒚 𝒂𝒃𝒔𝒐𝒍𝒖𝒕𝒆𝒍𝒚 𝒂𝒅𝒐𝒓𝒆 𝒂𝒃𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒚𝒐𝒖?)

How loving you are and how you look past the surface. Meliodas may be a demon, a demon that has killed many, but you see past that. He couldn't be more grateful for that.

𝐁 = 𝐁𝐨𝐝𝐲 (𝒘𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒊𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒊𝒓 𝒇𝒂𝒗𝒐𝒓𝒊𝒕𝒆 𝒑𝒂𝒓𝒕 𝒐𝒇 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒃𝒐𝒅𝒚?)

Meliodas loves every part of you, but if he had to pick, it would be your hands. He will hold them every moment possible and loves feeling them all over him, his hair especially.

𝐂 = 𝐂𝐮𝐝𝐝𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 (𝒉𝒐𝒘 𝒅𝒐 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒚 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝒕𝒐 𝒄𝒖𝒅𝒅𝒍𝒆?)

He loves laying on top of you with his face in your chest and limbs wrapped around you tightly. That, or when you lay your head on his chest with your leg propped on him rivals heaven.

𝐃 = 𝐃𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐬 (𝒘𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒅𝒐𝒆𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒊𝒓 𝒊𝒅𝒆𝒂𝒍 𝒅𝒂𝒕𝒆 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒍𝒐𝒐𝒌 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆?)

Meliodas isn't one to set up dates like taking you to a restaurant. Instead, he'll spend some quality time with you and view that as a date. Whether you're advertising the Boar Hat, serving customers, taking a late-night walk, or watching him come up with the next concoction, he views them all as dates. (And loves every moment.)

𝐄 = 𝐄𝐦𝐨𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 (𝒉𝒐𝒘 𝒅𝒐 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒚 𝒆𝒙𝒑𝒓𝒆𝒔𝒔 𝒆𝒎𝒐𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏 𝒂𝒓𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒅 𝒚𝒐𝒖?)

Usually, he doesn't. The first time you really see anything from him is if you're in danger and/or injured. Occasionally his emotions will catch up to him and he'll break down, but that's it. After this, however, you'll notice small things about him that give his feelings away. (The way his lips twitch when he's upset, how he leans closer to you when he's sad, etc.)

𝐅 = 𝐅𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐲 (𝒅𝒐 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒚 𝒘𝒂𝒏𝒕 𝒐𝒏𝒆? 𝑰𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒚 𝒅𝒐, 𝒘𝒉𝒆𝒏?)

Meliodas loves the idea of making a family with you, but he's scared it'll be ruined. He wants to wait until everything has died down so both you and your child(ren) will be safe.

𝐆 = 𝐆𝐢𝐟𝐭𝐬 (𝒉𝒐𝒘 𝒅𝒐 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒚 𝒇𝒆𝒆𝒍 𝒂𝒃𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒈𝒊𝒇𝒕 𝒈𝒊𝒗𝒊𝒏𝒈? 𝑾𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒊𝒓 𝒉𝒂𝒃𝒊𝒕𝒔 𝒘𝒉𝒆𝒏 𝒊𝒕 𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒔 𝒕𝒐 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔?)

Meliodas gives you a gift every time the opportunity strikes. He's thinking about you 24/7, so it isn't rare that he comes home with something for you. Unfortunately, you had to scold him a few times because he went over the budget, but you forgave him quickly.

𝐇 = 𝐇𝐨𝐥𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐇𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐬 (𝒘𝒉𝒆𝒏/𝒉𝒐𝒘 𝒅𝒐 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒚 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝒕𝒐 𝒉𝒐𝒍𝒅 𝒉𝒂𝒏𝒅𝒔?)

Always. If he isn't trying to grope you in some way, Meliodas is holding your hand. Usually, it's pretty loose, but if he's feeling especially sappy, he'll intertwine your fingers. If you're in a risky situation, his grip will be tight and he’ll occasionally check your pulse to reassure himself.

𝐈 = 𝐈𝐧𝐣𝐮𝐫𝐲 (𝒉𝒐𝒘 𝒘𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒚 𝒂𝒄𝒕 𝒊𝒇 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒈𝒐𝒕 𝒉𝒖𝒓𝒕?)

All hell breaks loose. He makes sure you're safe and gets Merlin to take care of you for the time being. Then he slinks away and deals with whoever hurt you. While you're injured, he's around you 24/7 to ensure you don't hurt yourself even more. He also likes to play nurse with you.

𝐉 = 𝐉𝐨𝐤𝐞𝐬 (𝒅𝒐 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒚 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝒕𝒐 𝒋𝒐𝒌𝒆 𝒂𝒓𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒅 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒐𝒓 𝒑𝒓𝒂𝒏𝒌 𝒚𝒐𝒖? 𝒉𝒐𝒘?)

Never. Meliodas will tease you occasionally, but it's never at the expense of your feelings and only if you're comfortable with it. The idea of you being upset with him crushes him, so he won't even try it.

𝐊 = 𝐊𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐬 (𝒉𝒐𝒘 𝒅𝒐 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒚 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝒕𝒐 𝒌𝒊𝒔𝒔 𝒚𝒐𝒖?)

Meliodas kisses you gently as if he would break you if he put too much pressure. In more passionate moments, his kisses are more desperate, but that's about it. However, he won't turn down a good smooch if you initiate it.

𝐋 = 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞 (𝒉𝒐𝒘 𝒅𝒐 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒚 𝒔𝒉𝒐𝒘 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒚 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖?)

Meliodas shows you that he loves you by protecting you. Whether you're in a dangerous situation, someone sketchy is trying to talk to you, or he thinks one of your friends is fake, he'll always be there for you.

𝐌 = 𝐌𝐞𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐲 (𝒇𝒂𝒗𝒐𝒓𝒊𝒕𝒆 𝒎𝒆𝒎𝒐𝒓𝒚 𝒕𝒐𝒈𝒆𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓?)

His favorite memory is when you scolded him for being reckless when he fought with Gilthunder in the Forest of White Dreams. He wasn't really paying attention to what you were saying, but the passion and worry on your face made his hearts go haywire.

𝐍 = 𝐍𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐞 (𝒘𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒊𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒊𝒓 𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒔𝒕 𝒇𝒆𝒂𝒓?)

Meliodas' worst fear is you getting hurt because of him. He gets so worried when you're out on the battlefield when you don't need to be. His thoughts can really get to him sometimes and he'll try to pull away from you, but you always show him you can take care of yourself.

𝐎 = 𝐎𝐝𝐝𝐢𝐭𝐲 (𝒘𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒊𝒔 𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝒒𝒖𝒊𝒓𝒌 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒚 𝒉𝒂𝒗𝒆?)

Meliodas never fails to bring you up in a conversation. Never. It could be something completely random, too. If he's talking with someone about getting groceries, he'll mention how he wants to get your favorite food. If he's talking to someone about outfits, he'll talk about how he wants to get you an outfit you've been looking at. If they're talking cleaning supplies, he'll talk about how you always smell good. He will find a way.

(Ban likes to joke that you're all he thinks about and makes bets with people over it.)

𝐏 = 𝐏𝐞𝐭 𝐍𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐬 (𝒘𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒅𝒐 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒚 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝒕𝒐 𝒄𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝒚𝒐𝒖?)

Meliodas likes to call you your name because he believes it's the most beautiful thing. However, later in the relationship, he may call you a shortened version of your name (if it can even be shortened.)

𝐐 = 𝐐𝐮𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐲 𝐓𝐢𝐦𝐞 (𝒉𝒐𝒘 𝒅𝒐 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒚 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝒕𝒐 𝒔𝒑𝒆𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒊𝒎𝒆 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒚𝒐𝒖?)

When Meliodas wants to spend quality time with you, he'll ask you to bathe with him. Anywhere else and you'll end up being interrupted. He also gets to see you naked, which is a huge plus on his end.

𝐑 = 𝐑𝐡𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐦 (𝒘𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒔𝒐𝒏𝒈 𝒓𝒆𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒅𝒔 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒎?)

Anything sweet and upbeat will remind him of you. Any cheesy loves songs will do the job as well.

𝐒 = 𝐒𝐞𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐬 (𝒉𝒐𝒘 𝒐𝒑𝒆𝒏 𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒚 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒚𝒐𝒖?)

Meliodas will only be open after you've been together for a long time. Even when that happens, it doesn't happen often.

𝐓 = 𝐓𝐢𝐦𝐞 (𝒉𝒐𝒘 𝒍𝒐𝒏𝒈 𝒅𝒊𝒅 𝒊𝒕 𝒕𝒂𝒌𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒕𝒐 𝒈𝒆𝒕 𝒕𝒐𝒈𝒆𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓?)

Way too long. Everyone around you knew you two were into each other but neither of you made a move! When you finally announced your relationship everyone said it was about damn time (though they were still supportive.)

𝐔 = 𝐔𝐩𝐬𝐞𝐭 (𝒉𝒐𝒘 𝒅𝒐 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒚 𝒂𝒄𝒕 𝒘𝒉𝒆𝒏 𝒚𝒐𝒖’𝒓𝒆 𝒖𝒑𝒔𝒆𝒕?)

He immediately tries to make you feel better. He's really awkward with emotions, but he'll try to understand what you're going through. You'll have to tell him what to do or else he'll have no idea what to do.

𝐕 = 𝐕𝐚𝐮𝐧𝐭 (𝒘𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒚 𝒑𝒓𝒐𝒖𝒅 𝒐𝒇? 𝑫𝒐 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒚 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝒕𝒐 𝒔𝒉𝒐𝒘 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒐𝒇𝒇?)

Absolutely! He'll talk about your achievements like they're his own. He's very proud of what you've accomplished. One time you took down a demon all by yourself and he wouldn’t shut up about it for weeks.

𝐖 = 𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐨𝐫 (𝒉𝒐𝒘 𝒅𝒐 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒚 𝒇𝒆𝒆𝒍 𝒂𝒃𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒇𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈? 𝑾𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒚 𝒇𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒚𝒐𝒖, 𝒃𝒆𝒔𝒊𝒅𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖, 𝒆𝒕𝒄?)

Meliodas doesn't like you fighting. It doesn't matter if you're able to take care of yourself--hell, it doesn’t matter if you're stronger than he is, he will never like the idea of you being on a battle field. Because of this, he’s always beside you. He puts your life above his own.

𝐗 = 𝐗-𝐑𝐚𝐲 (𝒉𝒐𝒘 𝒘𝒆𝒍𝒍 𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒚 𝒂𝒃𝒍𝒆 𝒕𝒐 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅 𝒚𝒐𝒖?)

It depends on how long you've been together! Because of him being a demon prince in the past, he had to know basic body language to prepare himself for anything, so he has a basic understanding. After a while, he'll notice your own quirks and he'll have your behavior down to a T. He may even know you better than you do.

𝐘 = 𝐘𝐞𝐬 (𝒉𝒐𝒘 𝒘𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒚 𝒑𝒓𝒐𝒑𝒐𝒔𝒆 𝒕𝒐 𝒚𝒐𝒖?)

If Meliodas were to propose, he'd do it super casually. You may not even expect it.

Imagine you're at a getaway with Meliodas so you could have quality time together away from your responsibilities. You're already a little suspicious about this because Meliodas has never done anything "big" like this, but you're happy nonetheless. Imagine you're relaxing near a waterfall when Meliodas splashes you, which turns into a water fight. When you turn around to get back at him, however, you see Meliodas on his knee with a ring on his hand and the biggest grin on his face.

𝐙 = 𝐙𝐞𝐧 (𝒘𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒎𝒂𝒌𝒆𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒎 𝒇𝒆𝒆𝒍 𝒄𝒂𝒍𝒎?)

Being around you. Especially if you sing and/or read to him. Play with his hair, too! These things paired with some cuddling will turn him into putty in your hands. If you ever want him to agree to something, It’s best you do this first. He’ll agree 90% of the time.

𓆩♡𓆪

#meliodas x reader #fluff alphabet #headcanons #meliodas #seven deadly sins meliodas #seven deadly sins meliodas x reader #fluff #my writing

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prolestariwrites · 4 months

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Fandom: Nanatsu no Taizai/Seven Deadly Sins Rating: General Audience Tags: Modern AU, Disney AU, Fluff, Romance Characters: Meliodas, Elizabeth, Estarossa, Diane, King, Ban, Elaine

Summary: Elizabeth gets a job working at Walt Disney World, and on her first day is saved from disaster by a mysterious blonde-haired stranger. Will she find out who he is and what he really wants?

#nnt #nanatsu no taizai #meliodas #nnt elizabeth #fanfiction #fic back friday #tomorrowland #i dont write fluff often so get it while it's hot #this story is almost seven years old!!!

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caramelpenguin · 8 months

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NEW MELIZABETH ONE-SHOT!!

#seven deadly sins #nanatsunotaizai #7ds #nnt #nanatsu no taizai #meliazbeth #FLUFF #meliodas nanatsu no taizai #elizabeth nanatsu no taizai #goddess elizabeth #meliodas x elizabeth

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argonometra · 2 years

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AU where the curse never happened and the Sins are on some long quest outside Liones

but they've never met Elizabeth, so they're sure Meliodas is lying when he tells them about her. Like, "yeah, of course you have a girlfriend in Canada. Of course you fucked the Supreme Deity's daughter. Of course she adores you and puts up with your drinking and angst and bullshit. Sure. Why not?"

and it becomes this increasingly elaborate joke. Every time they're in a town, Meliodas goes off to send letters to Elizabeth (he actually writes them, with ink and everything!) and the team try to shadow him and catch him in the lie. When he inevitably "receives back" perfumed letters with a royal seal on them (he shows them off very proudly), they roll their eyes and secretly wonder how Meliodas has been smuggling perfume along in his luggage all this time. Whenever they see a cute animal or a sunny day, Meliodas goes "oh, Elizabeth would love this" and everyone just goes along with it.

Ban loves the joke fodder but is secretly a little worried about how hard his friend tries to one-up what he has with Elaine. Diane (she never lost her memories in this reality) thinks it's flattering Meliodas specifically mentions his girlfriend is tall, but really worries that the Captain is lonely. King grills him relentlessly about his and Elizabeth's backstory, but hasn't found an inconsistency yet. he keeps trying.

Finally they come back to Liones, and that same day, Meliodas falls sick. His teammates send word to the King that he won't be able to meet with him, and then they hear huge wingbeats outside the Boar Hat.

they go outside, and there is this honest-to-God angel flapping down, looking frantic as hell. She is beautiful, pure blue eyes, cascading silver hair, everything- and she asks, "Is Meliodas here?"

They don't say shit. they're too dumbstruck. So then she tries, "Hello?"

Someone finally points at her and says, "...You're the Supreme Deity's daughter."

and she says apprehensively, "...Yes?"

#nanatsu no taizai #seven deadly sins #sds #headcanon #melizabeth #elizabeth liones #meliodas #fanfiction prompt #Argonometra #fluff AU

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7-ratsinatrenchcoat · 2 years

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Flying Lessons

here's a one-shot I intended to be like 1.5k words and it ended up being just over 5k. Oopsie.

The day started as it usually did- Zeldris was up before the sun, running on just a few hours of sleep, exhausted but just alert enough to train. Cusack was waiting for him in the west courtyard, but Zeldris took his time this morning, taking the long way past the gardens to see the Stella Amantis bloom for the day. The flowers cast a soft blue glow over the garden, contrasting the usual harsh red tones in the rest of the castle.

He caught up with Cusack in the courtyard where they usually trained, and was promptly instructed to run laps until he was told to stop. Fighting the urge to roll his eyes- laps? Really?- Zeldris did as he was told. He almost didn’t see his brother walk in from the opposite end. Didn’t he start training even earlier than Zeldris did? What was he doing here?

(not that he would pass up an opportunity to see his brother- they could barely speak to each other without being carefully watched. Any stray word could make it back to their father and spell doom for both of them, reducing their conversations to passing glances and meaningful stares. Luckily, the pair had it down to an art form, and could have entire arguments without saying a word. It was honestly a little impressive.)

Meliodas exchanged a few words with Cusack, somehow managing to look imposing over the taller demon, and nodded once. Cusack turned to face him and waved Zeldris over, and the younger demon happily abandoned his laps. Cusack answered his question before he could speak. “Your brother is taking you for the day. Don’t cause him trouble.”

That… didn’t make sense.

Why would Meliodas not only get a day off from his training, but somehow manage to get him a day off as well? It had been pounded into his head from the very beginning, the early stages of training were the most important. Neither of them had left those early stages, so why? How?

His brother grabbed his hand and almost dragged him out of the courtyard, breaking into a run once Cusack was out of sight. “Mel- slow down, where are we doing?” Zel demanded, struggling to keep pace with him. “Hurry up, we don’t have much time,” Meliodas said shortly, explaining absolutely nothing. Typical of him, honestly.

They made it to the south wall before Meliodas finally stopped, allowing Zel to catch his breath for just a moment before holding out his arms. “Come on, we gotta go,” he urged. Zel frowned and crossed his arms. “You don’t have to carry me, I’m not a baby. I’m a hundred and fifty already,” he announced, and his brother rolled his eyes. “Sure, Zel. Because 137 totally means 150. Those numbers are definitely the same,” he teased sarcastically.

Zel pointed a finger in his face indignantly. “Well, you’re only 166 and you tell everyone you’re 175! Don’t be a hypocrite,” he announced, feeling very smug with himself. His brother just huffed a sigh and scooped him up anyway, earning a very undignified squawk from the younger demon. “Doesn’t matter. 166 is closer to 175 than 137 is to 150,” Meliodas tried to rationalize. Zeldris clung tighter to his neck, trying to get a better grip. “Is not.”

“It definitely is, Zel.”

“It’s not. The point isn’t the numbers, the point is that I’m right and you’re wrong.”

“Whatever you say.”

He took a moment to appreciate how easily his brother summoned his inky black wings. The faint scent of ozone, the way he could just make out the swirling pattern if he squinted hard enough, the jagged edges that Meliodas carefully kept away from Zel’s body. He leaped into the air, struggling for just a moment under their combined weight before getting his bearings and surging forward.

“So, where are we actually going?” Zel called through the rushing wind. Meliodas smiled how he did when he was planning something, a sure sign that today was going to be interesting. “Sorry I couldn’t tell you earlier, I didn’t want the old man to hear. Cusack was going to teach you to fly today.”

Zel’s mouth dropped open, and indignant rage filled his small body. “He- what?! Mel, that’s the fun lesson! Why would you-”

“I didn’t let him because I wanted to teach you,” his brother interrupted calmly. “Mom taught me even after I started training, so I wanted to continue the tradition.”

… Oh. That explained it.

After the pair started training, they weren’t supposed to have any contact with their mother. It was jarring at first, going from spending almost every minute with her to not seeing her at all, so if she’d risked breaking all their rules for one lesson, it had to be really important.

(not that Zel would ever get that from her. Her funeral was just over thirty years ago now. Meliodas still refused to tell him what happened to her, always deflecting and promising to tell him when he was older.)

A sudden realization dawned over him. “You didn’t ask Chandler to do this, did you?”

Meliodas grinned again, and Zel groaned. “You’re gonna be in so much trouble,” he complained, but his brother just laughed. “He’ll get over it. This is more important.”

They were quiet for a while after that, Meliodas focusing on flying and Zeldris taking in the towns barely visible from the air. He wondered if any of them were awake yet. Probably not, he decided. Not when the stars were still visible.

Zeldris drifted off for a while, closing his eyes and burrowing into the hollow of his brother’s neck to hide from the cold night air. He took a moment to press his ear to the older’s chest and listen to his hearts beat for a while, a sure and steady rhythm. He wasn’t sure exactly when he fell asleep, but cracked open his eyes when his brother whispered in his ear. “Zel, look. We’re almost there.”

Blearily turning his head to where his brother was facing, Zel inhaled sharply at what he saw in front of them. They were a long way from the castle- the mountains usually only visible in the distance loomed in front of them, overlooking a massive lake that reflected their mass in the calm dawn. Sunlight spilled from behind, reducing the mountains to silhouettes and casting the water and surrounding tree cover orange and pink.

Zel thought it was the most beautiful thing he’d ever seen.

Meliodas finally touched down on a pebbled beach across from the mountains, setting him down ever so gently on the rocks. Zel stumbled a little, adjusting to having his feet under him again, and the boys took a moment to stretch their aching muscles. Meliodas picked up a rock and skipped it across the water, laughing a little when he got to seven jumps before it sank.

He turned to face Zeldris, a wide smile spreading across his face. Zel was shocked a little- instead of their usual reddish-black, wide emerald eyes stared back at him. Were they really far enough away from the castle for that? “It’s okay,” Meliodas promised, “We’re safe here.”

Zeldris wanted to believe him, so badly. So he did.

It almost felt strange to let go of the cool darkness he’d worked tirelessly to maintain 24/7, but a wave of relief rushed through him as it receded. Just existing as he was felt like a nostalgic luxury. Memories of stories told under moonlight, days spent learning all about his country, his family history, the world around him. If he reached far enough into his memory, Meliodas was there too.

It hadn’t struck him until now how badly he’d missed his brother. Not as a comrade or ally- just him and Meliodas, against the world.

He didn’t notice he was crying until Meliodas laughed wetly and hugged him. Gods, how long had it been since they were allowed just this? Something as simple as a familiar touch. The last time he could recall was a reassuring squeeze the last time they’d been called to the throne room, a gesture Zel knew his brother would be punished for later but appreciated anyway.

He closed his eyes again and returned the embrace, never intending to let Meliodas go again.

+++

If he had to make a list of the stupidest things he’d ever done, Meliodas thought this one might top that list. He’d broken almost every rule he could think of, spoken and otherwise, in the span of a few hours. He was going to get his ass handed to him in training the next day. He wouldn’t trade it for the world.

There were too many rules between him and Zeldris. Don’t look at him, don’t speak to him, don’t touch him, don’t interact with him unless you’re going to hurt him. (Meliodas would rather die than hurt his brother. They made it work anyway.)

The last time he’d been able to give him anything more than a reassuring hand squeeze or friendly glance was thirty four years ago, when he’d broken Chandler’s careful instructions and refused to let Zeldris look into their mother’s open grave. (he’d grabbed Zel’s shoulders and pressed his face into his jacket. “Don’t look,” he choked. That was two rules in one go. No turning back now.)

But today, they had work to do. Meliodas had learned to fly much sooner than Zel, when his mother gestured for him to follow when Chandler had his back turned one summer day. She’d taken him to the same lake they were at now, and spent all day teaching him everything she knew about flying. It was one of his favorite memories of her.

He pulled back, keeping his hands on Zel’s shoulders, and wiped his eyes with one hand. “Okay. Let’s get started.”

Step one: Obtain a pair of wings. This was the hardest step- unlike Goddesses, who had the luxury of naturally-proportioned wings, Demons had to create the shape and size themselves, experimenting until they found a version they liked. Meliodas’ wings were carefully crafted for speed and precision, but he’d had to alter the shape a little when flying with his brother in tow. He didn’t mind in the slightest.

But the fact remained that this was the longest, hardest step of the process. He thought privately that his mother explained it better, but Zel got the hang of it quicker than he had. The key was not to try and make the whole wing at once; it had to come in stages. First, create a line to form the shape around, and work your way out from there.

He carefully studied Zel’s 7th pair of wings that morning. “Make the left a little bigger- okay, hold them up so they’re parallel. Yeah, like that. Can I touch them?” After a quick nod, Meliodas carefully molded the wings so that they were symmetrical, and grinned. “That looks good. Now, start over and make this exact shape from scratch.” Zel groaned several complaints at once, but Meliodas never dropped his smile, remembering his own reaction was almost exactly the same. “Come on, at least you know what to do this time. Don’t get all pissy on me.”

It didn’t take many more tries before Zel had the same consistent wing shape each attempt. The pride that bloomed in his chest made any of his own accomplishments pale in comparison. “Okay. I think we’re ready for step two,” he announced, and raced Zel to the boulders at the far end of the beach. “First of all, I let you win,” he clarified, shaking his head to Zel’s cries of disagreement. (It was true, he had let his brother win. However, if it was by a larger margin than he intended- well, Zel just didn’t need to know.)

“But second of all, jump off this rock.” From the look of disbelief Zeldris gave him, you would’ve thought Meliodas had asked him to scream a curse word in front of the throne room. “Oh, don’t look at me like that. I’ll catch you,” Mel clarified, “but the goal is to glide as far as you can. If you’re good at it, this can be landing practice too.” Apparently, Zel found this a much better arrangement, and agreed to give it a shot.

(Maybe it wasn’t the exercise itself, but the fact that Meliodas had bothered to explain what he was doing and why it mattered. If Chandler never bothered, he could be sure Cusack didn’t either- they wanted to establish early on that the boys would blindly follow any order given to them. While it was something Meliodas could play along with, he didn’t want Zeldris to genuinely fall for it, especially when they were old enough to be given commandments.)

The first jump was always the hardest. Meliodas offered to jump with him the first time- it wasn’t far, only six feet or so, but it was far enough to be intimidating- but Zel insisted that he could do it by himself. He tried jumping without wings a few times to get used to falling, then with wings, and finally he tried gliding.

The first attempt, Zel successfully traveled a few feet forwards, and his expression lit up like it was his birthday. “Mel, did you see that?! I did it! I went forward!” he cheered, and Meliodas couldn’t help but celebrate with him. “I saw the whole thing, Zel, that was awesome,” he affirmed, barely getting the words out before the young demon was scrambling back up to try again.

After he was confident gliding from the smaller rock, they moved on to the bigger boulder, where Meliodas really did have to catch Zel if he messed up a glide. The drop was almost 12 feet, and would definitely break bones if he was caught off guard. He only had to do so once, when his brother forgot to watch his feet by the edge. All the warning the older demon got was a panicked gasp before he was blindly reaching out, catching Zel a little closer to the ground than he would have liked. It took some convincing to get him to try again after that, but when Meliodas suggested taking a break Zeldris flat-out refused.

(I’ll always catch you, Meliodas had promised. That’s what I’m here for. But if you want to work on something else for a while, that’s okay too. Zeldris had shook his head, wiping away the tears that dotted his cheeks before responding. “I want to try again.”)

By now the dawn chill had vanished from the air, the sun beating down on them but the breeze from off the lake kept the pair cool. Occasionally a cold wind would sweep from down the mountain, and Meliodas took a moment to tell Zeldris about how their mother told him that wind was the ghosts of dead stars coming to see what was happening on Earth. It probably wasn’t true, but who knows? Magic works in strange ways.

After Zel was successfully gliding halfway across the beach, Meliodas called him back over, once again impressed by the young demon’s speed. “Let’s start on step three,” he announced, relishing the look of excitement on Zel’s face. “This is the easy part. Just do exactly what you’ve been doing so far, and the rest is pretty much intuitive.”

He carefully positioned his brother so that his back was to Meliodas’ chest and hefted both of them into the air, putting both of them parallel to the ground. “Okay, summon your wings,” he called through the rushing wind, careful not to hiss in pain when one of them clipped his arm. He got them both up to a good speed, flying over the water, and loosened his grip.

Ever so slowly, he moved his arms out from under his brother, until he was flying on his own just a few inches below him. Meliodas kept his hands carefully positioned, ready to grab him at a moment’s notice, until he noticed Zel flapping. He grinned- this was the best part. While most demons didn’t need to fly, their ancients were all born with wings. Even as they lost them over time, the instinct remained.

Silently, Meliodas moved to the side, flying side by side with his brother, waiting for him to notice. He spared a glance at him, internally celebrating at the wonder on his face. “Zel, you’re doing it,” he laughed, and the bright, wide grin that spread across his brother’s face made the sun and stars pale in comparison. “I’m doing it,” he gasped, “I’m flying.”

Meliodas understood now why his mother refused to let Chandler teach him this particular skill. Swinging a sword, throwing a punch- combat skills were for just that. Combat. Violence. Destruction.

This… Flying was special. It wasn’t a weapon, or just a tool or transportation. It was personal, from learning what shape suited you best to taking that first jump on your own. Someday, Meliodas promised himself, when he and Zel got out of here, they’d fly like this again. Just the two of them, for no reason at all, flying for the sake of flying. This would not be the last time.

He never wanted to forget this moment. The contrast of Zel’s dark hair and outstretched hands against the crystal clear sky, the sun shining on his face, the pure delight in his eyes- Meliodas had given him this. He made this happen for them.

He was caught off guard when Zel flapped once, twice, shooting himself forward as fast as he could. The older demon laughed breathlessly, and let his own wings fall back into their familiar shape, built for speed. They chased each other back and forth across the sky, laughing and reaching and twisting out of the way at the last second. “How do I turn?” Zel yelled, and Meliodas graciously demonstrated. “Just look at where you’re going and lean that way,” he yelled back, and was rewarded with the image of Zeldris pulling an almost 90-degree angle and nearly sending himself headfirst into the water below.

“Okay, maybe we should practice turning and changing directions,” Meliodas wheezed, struggling to keep from laughing at Zel’s disgruntled expression. They worked on it for a while- how this was harder for him than forming the wings themselves, Meliodas didn’t understand- until Zel could weave himself through trees and under waterfalls without issue.

Around noon, Meliodas was struck with an idea. “Want to see something cool?” he offered, reaching out a hand for Zeldris to take. The younger demon nodded, clasping the outstretched hand in his own, and Meliodas guided them higher, through the mountains and over the dense forests below. “Mel, we’re going to hit the border soon,” Zeldris warned. “Where are we going?” Meliodas turned his head to look at his brother.

“It’s a little further than the border,” he admitted, “but it’s technically neutral territory! I double checked last night.” He watched with satisfaction as the apprehension in Zel’s eyes melted away, replaced by the open curiosity Meliodas loved most about him.

It really wasn’t far, only about fifteen minutes from the edge of the border. The floating stone arena had been abandoned for some time now- Meliodas wasn’t sure how long, but it was long enough for the structure to be covered in ivy and wildflowers. He let Zel take the lead from here, only suggesting that they land on the benches on the far end rather than the unstable-looking floor of the close part.

It was, in a word, gorgeous. The stone staircase overlooked the endless green forest, stretching up above the mountains, and the lake he and Zel were just at was barely visible behind the snowy peaks.

“Mom took me here a few times,” Meliodas said quietly. “She called it Heaven’s Arena. I don’t know if that’s the real name, but that’s what I call it in my head. She said when she was little, she’d meet with her Goddess friends here so their parents wouldn’t find out and get mad.” Zel was quiet for a second. “I thought Mom had bad parents?” he questioned carefully, and Meliodas nodded. “Yeah, she did. But they still would have been mad, and her friends’ parents would have been mad too, so they had to keep it a secret. And I didn’t tell you this,” his voice dropped to a whisper, “but she kept writing to them after she married our father.”

Zeldris gasped, giggling a little. “No way,” he accused, “That can’t be true. He would’ve found out!” Meliodas shook his head with mock solemnity. “Not if she was sneaky enough. She let me in her lab once, and I saw them.” Zel laughed again, and Meliodas ached at the thought that after today, he didn’t know the next time he’d hear it. His smile faded into something more wistful. “Tell me more about her.”

So he did. He spent hours telling Zeldris everything he could remember about their mother, from her smile to her voice to how in one of the portraits, if you knew where to look, she was flipping off the viewer. He got a kick out of that one. “She sounds like a badass,” Zel cracked, and Meliodas couldn’t help but agree.

He didn’t think he’d ever tell Zel what happened to her. How when his father introduced the draft, she was the first in line, unwilling to put any of her people’s lives before her own. How she was targeted by the Archangels almost immediately, and held them off for hours before all the civilians nearby had evacuated and backup could arrive.

How that by then, it was too late, and while she was surrounded by bodies and blood it wasn’t enough. He’d never tell him that she died a few hours later, having made it back to the castle for just minutes before slipping away, clutching his hand and making him swear- You have to protect your brother as well as yourself, now. You can’t win this war without each other.

That was the last thing she’d ever said.

Zeldris could never know.

Meliodas was already ruined, poisoned by sharp, rolling hatred. He could never forgive the Goddesses, could never make peace with them, for taking away his mother. Zel’s mother. She should be here on his other side, talking about how it wasn’t always like this, about how they could be peaceful and happy and together.

(Decades ago, she told him about the war his father was creating. She told him it was unfair, that there was no real reason, and as the Queen she knew he was doing this for profit and nothing more. The borderlands weren’t more important than people’s lives, she’d seethed. If the Goddesses wanted the barren wastes, they could have them.)

He would never forgive them, but maybe Zel could. Maybe his brother could be the one to create peace in their world.

Zel had grown bored of sitting still after Meliodas ran out of stories to tell, and was climbing his way up the tall pillars to glide off them, pulling tight circles as he glided through the stone structure. He was a natural, Meliodas thought proudly. He totally wasn't the reason there was a chip in that statue. No way, not him.

The day had passed too quickly, painting Heaven's Arena in gold and red under the setting sun. The moon was visible in the distance, and the familiar buzz of magic under his skin hailed the beginning of night. Zel was visibly slowing down, exhausted from the day’s work. He’d earned it, Meliodas reasoned, while trying to figure out how he’d keep himself awake during the flight back to the castle. It wasn’t like he wasn’t tired either- he’d had to stay up later and wake up earlier than he would, cutting his already pathetic sleep schedule into a two-hour nap. He’d stayed awake longer, it wasn’t a huge deal, but the tiredness settling into his bones was inconvenient.

“We should head back before we get too tired to fly,” Meliodas explained, careful to imply that he was tired too. His brother only took a few moments to consider before agreeing and taking off towards the mountains. So confident, Meliodas cracked internally before following him into the air. He wasn’t phased by the height at all now, when he’d been too scared to look down on the way here.

The setting sun was blocked by the mountains, but there was still enough light to see the beach and clear water below. Meliodas had a sudden realization watching the fish skitter away from the pair. “Did you eat anything this morning?” he asked, and Zel’s blank look was all the answer he needed. “Shit. Of course not. Okay, we’ll catch something before we start heading back,” he decided out loud. Gods only knew he was in for it, but he could only hope he could convince both of the older Demons that it was his and only his fault. That didn’t guarantee that Zel would get to eat today.

Might as well take it into their own hands while they had the chance.

Zel elected to stay behind and start the fire, so Meliodas headed out into the woods behind them. It was a self-taught skill he’d picked up on overnight training missions and kidnapping drills, but he was far from bad at hunting. Sure, maybe it took him a few tries to finally catch the wild boar he’d had his eyes on, but Zel didn’t need to know that.

When he finally slung the carcass over his shoulder, there was smoke coming from the beach, an indicator of Zel’s success. He could hear the crackling fire before he saw it, and was greeted by the sight of Zeldris poking the small blaze with what Meliodas was sure was the longest stick he could find. “Found something,” he said casually, politely ignoring the astonishment on Zel’s face. To be fair, the boar was bigger than he was.

He grabbed a small knife hidden in the sole of his shoe and got to work carving it up while Zel watched over his shoulder. “I thought we weren’t allowed weapons outside of training,” he said casually, the question evident in his voice. Meliodas shrugged. “I swiped it off one of the guards once. Figured I’d need it at some point. It’s helpful, you should keep an eye out for one. They usually keep it in an outside thigh pocket.” Zeldris nodded seriously and went back to studying Meliodas’ hands.

Finally, after the sun had fully set behind the mountains, it was ready. “Took long enough,” Zel grumbled with no real bite. Meliodas just hummed in response and let him eat first- if this was all he’d eat today, Zel could have as much as he wanted. Of course, his brother caught on almost immediately. “Aren’t you going to have any?” he questioned, and Meliodas shrugged again. “I’m not that hungry,” he lied, “you go first.” Zel squinted, clearly not believing him, but obliged anyway.

As night settled into the clearing, the temperature dropped steadily, and the cool breeze that had kept the pair comfortable all day now seemed unbearably cold. Zeldris denied feeling it until Meliodas caught him shivering, and moved to sit next to the younger demon and wrap him in his own jacket. “But now you’re going to be cold,” he complained. “I don’t mind,” Meliodas answered honestly, wrapping one arm around the younger demon and resting his cheek on his head. “You run pretty hot, so you can be my heater.”

“I’m not a heater, Mel.”

“But the point is you can be. Pursue your little heater dreams.”

“You’re so stupid.”

Despite the teasing jabs, Meliodas could tell his brother was smiling. At this rate, he was going to pass out soon, but at least he could do so warm, safe and full. “It’s okay,” he reassured quietly, “You can sleep here.” Zel nodded blearily against his arm. “‘Kay,” he yawned, not even bothering to argue that he wasn’t tired.

“Thank you, aniki,” he murmured, almost too quietly to hear. Meliodas just squeezed him tighter and fought the urge to cry. “Yeah,” he responded quietly. “No problem.”

He hadn’t thought Zel remembered Demjin. It was what they spoke with their mom and the first language they learned, but neither had been allowed to speak anything but Common during training. It was something that was purely theirs, untainted by any weapon or act of violence, like this place. This would be a good memory.

Meliodas fought the urge to close his eyes too, instead gently laying Zel on the ground and getting to work concealing any evidence of their campsite. Throwing the firewood into the lake, munching on what meat was left of the boar and burying the bones, scattering the ash and charcoal left from the fire. Once he was satisfied there was no way to tell where they were other than by tracing their magic, which he couldn’t really do anything about, Meliodas hefted Zel into his arms and started the long journey back to the castle.

It really was beautiful up here, he noted absently. The firelight from the towns below them looked like constellations if he looked hard enough. The infinite expanse of stars above them was almost intimidating. His mother used to tell him that every star was a soul either waiting to come down or who had recently died, and the brightest ones were the ones closest to them. He’d never seen a soul before, but she’d said it with such conviction he couldn’t help but believe her.

The harsh silhouette of the castle marred the horizon, and in his opinion was an ugly scar on the otherwise beautiful land. It was etched into the ground, stretching as far downwards as it did up, and if Meliodas could meet the people who built it he’d compliment their work and then punch their teeth in.

Landing on the smooth, hard blackstone felt like a death sentence in the silence of the night. Ignoring the eyes and presence he could feel behind him, he took his time walking to Zel’s room and placing him on top of the covers. The younger demon stirred, and Meliodas paused. “Sorry. Did I wake you up?” he whispered, and Zel shook his head. “No, s’okay. G’night, aniki,” he murmured. “Love you.” Meliodas bit back tears. This might be the last time he heard those words from Zeldris. “Love you too, Zel,” he responded. He could only hope the young demon heard him.

Not wanting to tempt fate any longer, he locked Zel’s door behind him and faced Chandler head on. Meliodas kept his eyes solidly on the floor, refusing to look at the elder demon until he was swiftly cracked across the face. Blood splattered on the floor, and he was fairly sure he lost a tooth. “I hope it was worth it, you miserable little brat,” Chandler hissed.

Meliodas didn’t respond.

It was. Every second of it.

-epilogue-

The morning started as it usually did- Zeldris was up before the sun, running on just a few hours of sleep, exhausted but just alert enough to train. For a moment, he was sure the previous day had been a dream- all the time spent with his brother, free to speak his mind and ask questions he wouldn’t dare voice in the castle, learning to fly-

But that was until he saw the thick, gruesome path of blood leading away from his room.

Zeldris’ breath caught in his throat, and he furiously blinked back tears. Meliodas had been ready for this- He’ll get over it, his brother had laughed. The dripping splatters on the wall disagreed.

Zeldris could only think of the glowing pride on his brother’s face when Zeldris flew on his own for the first time. He hoped his brother agreed that it was worth it.

When he smudged the blood with one finger and it came away wet, he didn’t know if it was.

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linniewrites · 1 year

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15:55 ; “are you hurt ?”

Meliodas x f!goddess!reader

wc: 333

Today had been a long day. A large group of demons attacked a small village, and refused to leave unless goddesses came. So you and Elizabeth convinced them to go. What you didn’t expect was that the demons were a lot more than just a small group. There were at least a hundred of them. Thankfully, they were all low ranked, but between trying to talk your people down, heal the humans and fight off the demons, it quickly got exhausting. After the battle, you went back to the celestial realm and took a bath before getting dressed to go meet Meliodas. You had been hanging out with each other for 47 years, it was a lot in human years, but for you, it had all passed by so quickly. You were still meeting at the same cliff, nobody else had ever been here, so you thought it would be useless to go somewhere else. As you got closer to the ground, you noticed your blond friend pacing like a maniac, stare fixed on the ground and biting at his fingernails. When he saw the shadow of your wings on the ground, he immediately flew to you. He grabbed your shoulders and rocked you left and right.

“Are you alright ? I heard there was a battle between some goddesses, demons, and humans. You didn’t get hurt, did you ?” You blushed and hid your face with your right hand.

“I’m fine. It was nothing, just a small fight that got out of proportion.” He looked up at your face and could feel how warm it was, it was then that he realized what he had done.

He let go of your shoulders suddenly and crossed his arms, his own cheeks now burning up. “If you were hurt I would’ve seriously been disappointed, you’re a great fighter.”

“Oh… thank you.” And now, an awkward silence had taken over, leaving the both of you red in the face, and silently mumbling about the other.

#nnt meliodas #meliodas x reader #meliodas smut #meliodas fluff #meliodas sds #sds meliodas #meliodas #sds x reader #nanatsu no taizai x reader #sds anime #nnt au

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alwaysamor · 2 years

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Guess who can’t sleep and is writing a thing of Meli and Tristan in honor of the last chapter

This will suck but it’s like three am leave me be

Aftermath of the battle against Chaos in Liones

The sun was setting quickly,outlining the figure seated on the edge of a tower. On closer look,he had a bandage around his chest and arm,but that didn’t seem to be bothering him. No,it was something else.

his brow furrows slightly,words echoing in his head

“Who said you could help me!?”

“Stop treating me like a child!”

“I can win without that power of yours!!”

“You are just a child,dragging his father down on the battlefield”

Tristan is so preoccupied he doesn’t notice the smaller figure standing there,green eyes filled with pure concern for his son. Meliodas walks over,sitting next to Tristan

Tristan glances at him questioningly,but his father keeps his gaze on the people of Liones below.

“Tristan,what’s wrong? And don’t lie to me.Please.” Tristan glances away

“…Sorry.”

Meliodas blinks, then frowns

“you didn’t do anything,Tristan. Trust me.”

Tristan scoffs bitterly,tears about to form “That’s why! I don’t want to burden anyone! Ever! I have to get stronger,so no one has to worry about it me!”

…Meliodas pulled his son to him,hugging him fiercely,hearing the sniffles his baby boy tried to keep down

“Look,Tris…you aren’t a burden. No one thinks so. Your my kid,right? And my baby is the best son I could ask for”

Tristan gasps quietly,then squeezes his eyes shut,his tears starting to fall,his shoulders trembling as he cried into his fathers embrace.

Meliodas hated seeing his baby boy cry,but it was better then Tristan ignoring it or bottling it up. So he hugs him,the blond stroking Tristan’s hair soothingly,speaking softly to him in his birth tongue,holding him close.

“I’m sorry I’m not the father you deserve…but I’ll do my best to be that person you can at least trust”

#guys idk this kinda sucks #idk if i’ll edit it #but i’ll post more if you guys want #tristan liones #anywhos made it for a friend #four knights of the apocalypse #elizabeth liones #meliodas #nnt #one shot ig #fluff??

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cottoncandy-cult · 9 months

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Meliodas x chubby! reader

Meliodas sighed as he entered his bedroom in just his pants, he had just finished his bath and was ready for bed. He smiled towards the comfy piece of furniture as he entered, that smile broadening when he spotted the lump under the covers. (Y/n) had come up to the room an hour before him, she had been quite tired after how busy the day had been, and he didn't blame her. She always worked hard and today they had more customers than any of their previous stops, because of that after they closed most of them hung around near the bar for a drink or two. The blonde male made his silent approach, a small candle dimly burned on his side of the bed and lit up the small area. Giving him enough light to see his sleeping lovers face, he adored the woman more than anything else in this world. He moved to sit beside her, reaching out to gently stroke her plump cheek and brush some of her silken (H/c) hair away. It had been almost a year since they started dating, the two were a bit of an odd pair given their different heights and frames. He was smaller and leaner while she was taller and pleasantly chubby, he loved that about her. He'd certainly love her no matter her form, but he thought she was beautiful as she was.

His movements were slow and deliberate as he slid under the cover, he was careful when snuggling up to her but even in her deep sleep she recognized his presence. Her body curled towards him a little, a soft hum escaping the sleeping girl. Meliodas chuckled softly as he wrapped his arms around her, nuzzling the top of (Y/n)'s head as he gently rubbed her back. His fingers grazed over a couple deep scars, making him hold her closer as a colder look filled his eyes. When they had first met the girl had been living in a disgusting town, the town and a majority of its people were cruel and selfish and only cared about physical appearance. (Y/n) was one of a handful of good people being treated like dirt, it wasn't even as if she eats a lot but that it was just her more natural body. He thought she was beautiful, but he watched others insult and harass her, it was when things got physical, and she got thrown across a rocky hill side that he decided to put his foot down. They were near a slate like mountain so most the natural stones were quite hard and sharp, it was one reason boats were incredibly careful near its coast.

Meliodas hadn't been the only one to witness what had happened, Elizabeth had been quick to rush to the girl's side and that was enough to make the others move. They brought the girl into the boar's hat and tended to her injuries, every time he saw or touched these scars, he felt his anger bubble up. She was too sweet of a girl to deserve such harsh treatment. His movements came to a stop when he heard her groan, his fingers stopping where they were as she shifted. "Meli, you're squishing me..." Her sleepy voice made him realize he had been holding her tight to his chest, so he loosened his grip and watched her lean back a little to look up at him. Having just woke and still being tired her (E/c) eyes were a bit bloodshot and glossy; she gave him a lazy smile. "I keep telling you not to touch them if it's gonna upset you..." Her voice was a bit raspy and low, but he still smiled when hearing her speak to him. "I'm not upset, I just don't understand how so many people can be so ugly that they make excuses to hurt an angel..."

His voice was soft and smooth as he leaned his forehead against hers, gently rubbing his nose against her own as a deep crimson covered her cheeks. Her body pressed close to his as her own arms curled around his waist, one of her legs slipping between his own as they tangled themselves together. "None of that matters now, I'm here with you and I wouldn't want to be anywhere else." She leaned forward to steal a kiss from him, something he quickly reciprocated. The kiss was sweet and warm, both parties smiling lovingly as they'd break apart just to reconnect over and over before they settled against the pillows together. As the candlelight began to fade out the two had begun to fall asleep, comfortable within each other's arms.

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sydns · 2 years

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[Revival au] I had no braincells when thinking about this au, so it has two paths

So this could go under the category of "Derieri lived" au's

But after the holy war it's either she goes to a live a quiet life by herself (sadly) or she gets taken in by Elizabeth & Meliodas. In both path's the only thing she has left of Monspeet is his cloak, which Derieri treasures deeply. Time passes, and she slowly recovers.

That's until, some idiots open a gate between the living and the dead. Again.

And everything goes into chaos, at least in the liones path.

When Monspeet and Annie come back to life, both are really confused and in shock. Nevertheless they go and look for Derieri; Monspeet yearning to see her again. They sense each others spiritual pressure almost instantly, putting Derieri in a state of shock.

In the Liones path however, Meliodas & Elizabeth aren't very happy to sense Monspeet at all. Knowing that he's going to come for her makes Elizabeth worried. After a journey with Annie to sneak into the castle Monspeet & Derieri tearfully reunite.

In the other path, Derieri lives near where Annie's house used to be; So it didn't take long for them to reunite. But it was on a windy day, so the only reason they found each other is because his cloak flew off the laundry line, and Derieri chased after it

What happens after is all up to you 😅

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dxncingwithastrxnger · 7 months

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1. uh oh, i'm falling in love

A/N: Hello!!! I said I was gonna write and post this story ages ago and I am so sorry for how long this took!! But now I've finally posted it!!! And chapter 2 is almost finished so look out for that one!! I super hope you enjoy this series and that it was worth the wait!!!!

Pairing(s): Lancelot x GN!Tristan's Twin!Reader (No pronouns specified and I never specify whether they're identical or not, that's completely up to you!)

Summary: The King of Liones throws a party and among all the socializing, Lancelot and (Y/N) decide to spend their time breaking a few rules.

Tags: Alcohol Consumption, Underage Drinking, Meliodas, Fluff, Drunkenness (Is that a word??)

Word Count: 3,088

Song Inspiration: Labyrinth By Taylor Swift

Not beta'd, all mistakes are my own.

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You lean back against the cold stone wall behind you, sighing softly. You can feel the chill of it on your back through the thin fabric of your tunic, but you don't really care much. You’re a bit overheated from the partially crowded dining hall you had been in just a few minutes earlier and you really prefer it much more out here than back in there at the moment.

Nearly everyone you know is there. All four apocalypse knights as well as all their friends, Hendy and Dreyfus, mom and dad, Aunt Margaret and Uncle Gil. It’s a celebration of sorts. It’s someone’s birthday, one of the knights that isn’t Tris or Lance, though you’re not sure which one. Not that your father really needs much of a reason to throw a party anyways, but it is a nice sentiment at least.

It's not that you don't enjoy having fun with everyone, you do, but despite knowing every single person in that room, most of them aren't really your friends. Not including family, there’s only one person in there that you’re close to and by the time everyone had finished eating and scattered into different groups and conversations, you were the only person left by yourself, floundering to figure out what to do next. And so, you came outside to get some air.

"What are you doing now?" A voice says from beside you, the person sounding exasperated.

You turn to the right and crane your neck up towards the doorway leading from the dining hall to the balcony, your (Y/E/C) eyes locking with bright red ones. Your face flushes and you look away, bringing a hand up to rub at the back of your neck sheepishly.

"...sitting outside?" You ask uncertainly.

Lancelot sighs before he's sitting down next to you, so close that his shoulder is touching yours. You suppress a shiver at the warmth he radiates and loosen your hold on your knees, letting your legs stretch out in front of you. You mimic his sitting position, letting your leg touch his as well, and try your best not to think of your reason for doing so.

"(Y/N), you can be friends with them, too. Friendship isn't exclusive, you know." He points out for probably the millionth time in your guys' friendship.

"I know that, Lan, but you've never managed to succeed much in making friends in the past besides me and Tris, especially not an entire group of them, and I really don't wanna get in the way of that. You deserve to just have a group of friends without any interruptions." You tell him with confidence, even though you know it doesn't make much sense in the long run.

"And that wouldn't change just because you are a part of that group. You're my friend, too, my best friend, whether you're friends with the rest of them or not." He tells you, and you can feel his eyes on you, but you force yourself to keep looking away from him for just a little longer.

"Well, still. The five of you guys have a very unique bond and I'm not gonna take the chance of getting in the way of that." You say matter-of-factly.

Your best friend snorts. "Is that the same excuse you use with your brother? Cause I know you have this same argument with him just as much as you do with me."

You groan, throwing your head back and letting it hit the wall, causing a dull ache that you ignore. "Can we not talk about this right now, please?" You finally look at him, your eyes pleading for him to switch topics.

His expression softens as he looks at you and he nods. "Fine. Instead, let's drink." He gets a little grin on his face that's similar to an expression you'd seen on his father's face plenty of times, but at the same time, it's somehow still just all Lancelot. He holds up a dark green bottle and two chalices which had been on the other side of him, out of your line of sight.

You were glad for the conversation change and it was your turn to snort. "What did you sneak away this time?" You ask him knowingly.

He sits up a little straighter rather than slouching against the wall and places the chalices between his legs in front of him. "I have absolutely no idea but I snatched it from one of the castle guards. Heard him bragging about how good it was to one of his buddies, so you know, I thought you and I could test it out just to be sure he wasn't lying." He smirks as he opens up the bottle and starts pouring some for each of you.

You feel a slight flutter in your chest at the thought of him specifically wanting to share it with you and you stay quiet as you inspect the liquid in the chalice he hands you. The alcohol is a light pink color, almost translucent, and the first thing you can think of to compare it to, as random as it is, is Isolde's hair. Maybe a little darker, though. It's pretty. And not at all like any alcohol you'd ever seen or heard of before.

"You sure this is safe to drink?" You ask him sceptically as you turn your face towards him, though your eyes stay on your drink. "This isn't gonna turn out to actually be poison or anything, right?"

You bite your lip as you hear him let out that arrogant chuckle of his under his breath. "No, it's not poison, (Y/N). Now, c'mon, are we drinking or what?" He holds his chalice out and looks at you expectantly.

You shake your worry away and look at him with a small grin, tapping your chalice against his with a soft clink before you both take your first sip. Your eyes widen as the taste hits your tongue. It's sweet, with a slightly bitter undertone, and a deep burn as it slips down your throat that isn't unpleasant and definitely wouldn't be expected based on how sweet it is.

"Damn." Lancelot mutters appreciatively against the lip of his cup.

"Agreed." You mumble before taking a deeper gulp and enjoying it, closing your eyes and humming.

You pull your chalice away from your lips, intent on savoring what's left in it since it's your first time trying it, but Lancelot is gradually relaxing more against your side and the feel of his body still touching yours feels so much nicer than it should and you guys have an entire bottle to yourself and suddenly savoring your drink is the last thing on your mind as you shrug your shoulders and chug the rest of it down, sighing softly at the sweetness of it.

You relish in the taste for a few moments longer before grabbing the bottle from its spot in between Lance’s legs and refilling your chalice, though you misjudge and almost spill some of it over the rim of the cup. You giggle softly at yourself. You're quickly starting to realize that whatever this stuff is, it works fast, but you don't really mind.

"Hey, don't spill any of that, I only got one bottle this time and I don't wanna waste any of it." The boy beside you says sternly and at his words, you put every ounce of your focus into not spilling a single drop of alcohol until your chalice is filled and you hold the bottle out in his general direction.

He takes it from you and you take a long drink, sighing softly in content and slouching back against the wall, allowing your head to tip to the side and land on Lancelot's shoulder. He stiffens slightly beside you even as he leans his head against yours and you wonder if it’s the alcohol. Somewhere in the back of your mind, you have a fleeting thought that it’s strange for you to be so physically close with him, but it was gone as quick as it had come.

It seems that Lancelot's mind, however, lingers on it a little longer. "What are you doing?" He asks you softly, his voice almost a whisper and his words slightly slurring already.

"I'm relaxing." You state like it's obvious, noticing the same slur in your own voice. You take another drink as your eyes close before continuing. "Your shoulder is a really comfy pillow. And you're so warm." You find yourself leaning further into him as the cold wind blows against your mostly uncovered arms.

"(Y/N/N), people could walk right over here and see us like this." He says in that same soft tone, some emotion in his voice that you can't quite place in your current state of mind.

"So what?" You slur, finishing off your second drink. "'S not like we're doin' 'nything. Don' worry 'bout it, Lancey." The nickname you hadn't called him since you were nine slipped out without you asking it to, but thankfully, he doesn't acknowledge it.

You hear him sigh and you open your eyes to see him refilling his own drink and then yours, the bottle now empty. As you bring the chalice to your lips once more, you hear him speak so quietly that you're certain his words are only meant for his own ears, not yours.

"What am I going to do with you, huh?" The question is asked with a voice full of affection and you can't help but smile.

"Ya know, gettin' back to our rooms is gonna be a pain in the ass." You point out. "Next time, you gotta try an' find out how strong the stuff is before we drink it."

"Ah, shit." He curses and you snicker.

"Mmmm, maybe we can jus' sleep righ' here." You suggest, seriously considering it.

He lifts his head off of yours and you can't help but pout slightly as he starts shifting beside you. "We can't jus' sleep here, (Y/N/N). We gotta try and get to our actual beds." He reasons.

You groan as you sit up. "Ugh, why do you gotta be right?" You mumble.

He laughs softly as he sits up, leaning over your legs to nestle the empty bottle and now once again empty chalices into the corner of the balcony beside you. Seeing the action suddenly makes you wonder how he had even snuck any of it onto the balcony in the first place, but you're quickly distracted as Lancelot stands up.

He wobbles slightly as he does, reaching a hand out to steady himself with the wall, then he reaches a hand down to you. You grab it and allow him to help you stand, both of you taking a moment to gather your bearings and get used to standing. The world around you is wobbly and keeps going out of focus, but you have no choice but to force your vision to stay as clear as possible, as you will now have to walk quite a bit before you can get off of your feet again.

Simultaneously, you both step through the doorway and into the dining hall slowly and you squint at the brighter lighting, blinking quickly. "Here goes nothin'." Lancelot says quietly, and you both start making your way across the room as fast as your alcohol-infused brains will allow without either of you falling flat on your face. You manage to avoid catching the attention of anyone else in the room until about halfway to the doors leading to the hallway.

"Everything okay, (Y/N)?" Your dad calls from behind you and you freeze. Neither of you dare turn around, knowing that if you do, he'll immediately know what you and the blonde next to you have been doing. From your slow, uncertain steps to the bright flush that you just know is covering your face, your drunkenness would be completely obvious, and you know Lancelot is in a similar state.

You try to force your voice into some semblance of normal, trying to keep from slurring. "Yeah, F-Father, 'im fine." You tell him. Out of the corner of your eye, you see Lancelot nod his head in agreement with your statement.

Your dad gives a small hum as you blink and suddenly he's right beside you. Your eyes widen and you hear Lancelot choke before trying to cover it up with a cough. Your dad's expression is the same as always, just a casual, neutral expression that gives away none of his actual thoughts. However, in one of his hands is a bottle, and in his other is two empty chalices. None of the items ever had any special markings. Those could be any two chalices. That could be any old bottle of alcohol. But knowing your father, you know for a fact that they're the exact items that you and Lance had just left behind on the balcony.

You internally curse as you give your father an uncertain and sheepish grin. Your dad doesn't say anything else or react at all at first, but then he adjusts his hold on the chalices so that he can hold the bottle with the same hand as well, leaving one of his hands free. He suddenly gives his signature grin and his hand pats your back. It would've been a perfectly normal gesture except his hand comes down a little more forcefully than normal, causing you to stumble forward and almost fall on your face.

"Well, that's good! Go rest up, 'kay? We got a big day tomorrow!" He starts walking away but stops to do the same back patting move on Lancelot before he's moved across the room to do something else.

You and Lancelot turn to look at each other with wide eyes before you both turn forward and move as quickly as you can to get out of the room and into the hallway. Once the doors to the dining hall close behind you, you loop your arm with his without much thought to it, but you end up needing the support anyways as the two of you stumble through the halls.

Once you make it to your door, Lancelot starts to pull his arm away from yours, but you're quick to latch onto it again. "You gotta help me get to my bed." You whine softly, not caring much how you sound at this point.

He chuckles softly and the sound fills you up with a slight giddiness. "'Kay, fine." He says, pushing your doors open.

You both stumble into the room as the closing of the doors leave you in the very dim lighting of your bed chambers. You walk further into the room before your foot hits the corner of the long rug across the floor and you trip, falling forward. You yelp as you hit the ground and you hear a curse from beside you. You realize that you were still holding onto Lancelot's arm and had ended up dragging him down with you.

"'M sorry." You mumble quietly.

"'S fine." He reassures me.

You realize that you should probably get up now, but you're starting to get sleepy and your carpet is soft and you feel yourself sagging more into it. You look beside you to see Lancelot flipping over onto his back.

"Floor's comfy." He says softly.

You hum your agreement and after a moment of hesitation, you roll over and snuggle right up to him, your head going onto his shoulder and your arm throwing itself loosely over his chest and waist.

He gasps softly, freezing up, and you think for a moment that maybe you shouldn't have just done that. You're not really sure why you did it in the first place. Ever since laying your head on his shoulder earlier on, you had wondered what it would be like to snuggle all the way into his side, what it would be like to maybe even have his arms completely wrapped around you. You refuse to admit it right in this moment, but you’ve been wondering these types of things for awhile now, despite knowing you probably shouldn't. He’s your childhood best friend, you should see him as a brother, not as a potential romantic connection. But deep down you know that these feelings for him are inevitable considering you’ve had them for years. And so, when you saw him just laying there, you couldn't help yourself. It was like an instinct.

But now you’re wondering if he's been uncomfortable with you being all over him as you recall the way he stiffened earlier and the way he questioned your actions. You push away from him, opening your mouth and getting ready to apologize, when he suddenly beats you to it.

"No, wait-" His voice is suddenly filled with a strange sense of panic as his arm quickly curls around you and pulls you back against him, your head coming to rest on his chest this time, though neither of you voice any complaints. Your arm goes back around his torso as his stays curled around your waist. "Stay, please." He says in a tone of voice that even you very rarely hear from him. It’s pleading, vulnerable. Almost afraid, in a way. Of what, you aren't quite sure. But you aren't going to question him about it, not sure you'd even get an answer if you did.

"Okay." You try your best to pronounce the whole word, feeling it important to do so. "'M here." You say, trying your best to reassure whatever fears are currently nestled into that strange brain of his.

He suddenly turns onto his side and wraps his other arm around you as well, pulling you closer, your face in his chest and his face in your hair. The motion was quick, like he was in a hurry to do it. You relax completely, practically melting into him and the floor under you. You're completely surrounded by him and suddenly you want nothing more than to stay here for the rest of your life.

You nuzzle your face against his shirt as your eyelids start to droop. It's been a long day and the alcohol coursing through your system hasn't added to your energy at all. The last thing you hear before you fall asleep is Lancelot mumbling something that sounds like, "Smells nice." As he burrows his face further into your hair.

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A/N: What do y'all think?? Please let me know!! I should have chapter 2 finished soon, there's going to be both a male!reader version of it and a female!reader version of it. Pronouns still aren't specified, but there's a certain part of the chapter that differs greatly depending on gender, tbh, so if you'd like to be tagged for the next chapter, let me know which version you'd like to be tagged for!! You can also ask to be tagged for both versions if you'd like to be!!! Thank you for reading!!!

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