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JOURNAL #8 ( MULTI-PAGE ) : MANEATER .ᐟ

⤷   ⸝⸝ THE SEVEN DEADLY SINS X FEM!(BLACK CODED) READER.

❝ IN WHICH, a prominent figure of demon royalty navigates her way through britannia’s largest and most prestigious academy. faced with adversaries, will she be able to adapt to the change of environment? ❞

content warning ; academy au, canon divergent, original characters included, demon!reader, non-dysfunctional family (kind of), bullying, classism, racism, vulgarity, canon-typical violence, slow burn, enemies to lovers, sensitive mental health topics. reader discretion is advised.

ENTRIES

( I ) : LEAP OF FATE

⤷ starting at a new school isn’t always easy for most people. starting at a prestigious academy that’s become famous all over the continent and beyond is an entirely different story. and with so much going on, things tend to spiral out of control pretty quick…

⸻ created: ( APRIL 28TH, 2025! ) . . . coming soon!

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⸻ WHAT ONE MUST DO

₊ ⊹ SYNOPSIS : in celebration of the pulling out of the holy knight’s sword, the boar hat hosts a party; however, the festivities don’t last too long and the sins are sent packing and onto their next destination!

CONTAINS . . . (2.3k + words), mild dialogue and plot change.

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night descends briefly after the incident at the town’s square, which leaves the boar hat ready to be up and running for business. the tavern is especially packed with the amount of people choosing to treat themselves to a drink or two in order to loosen up.

“a toast to the owners of the boar hat!!”

“cheers!!”

while the atmosphere is cheery, not everyone is sharing that same sentiment. exhibit a: elizabeth.

“um… i’m... not sure if i’ll be any good. it’s my first time doing something like this,” the princess stammers, her fingers nervously fidgeting with the frills of her apron’s hem. “my heart is pounding…”

“ah, first time jitters, eh? don’t sweat it elizabeth, you’ll do fine! just make sure not to spill anything on the customers, ‘kay? these bunch can be a bit rowdy..” meliodas holds up an encouraging thumbs up, grinning assuringly to try and ease her mind.

“he’s right, princess. i’m sure these set of customers would be understanding since it’s your first day on the job. just try not to make a habit of fumbling things, okay?”

gulping nervously, the princess nods. sweat rips own her brow and she’s unsure whether it’s just her or if it’s gotten far too stuffy within the tavern. maybe she should open a window...

seriously, there isn’t any reason for you to be so hot and bothered,” hawk chimes in, snorting softly as he nudged his head against her calf. “you don’t even have to worry about gathering intel. just focus on your waitressing for today!”

“i see… i suppose that does make me feel less anxious. thank you hawk.” elizabeth flashes a small weary smile that doesn’t quite reach her eyes but seems to hold gratitude within it as well.

“remember, the most important thing to do when serving customers is to be relaxed.”

“right! i’ll be relaxed!”

you smile softly at her enthusiasm before heading into the kitchen to get started on the meal prep and the likes.

you had high hopes in elizabeth that things would go smoothly on her end— however, it doesn’t take long for you three to come to the joint conclusion that elizabeth isn’t really good at being a server…

none of you can exactly blame her; it’s not like royals get taught how to waitress, right?

although you had tried to give her the benefit of the doubt, you can’t help but wince every time she either got an order wrong, spilled the order on the floor. it’s clear that her nerves are getting the best of her and she’s getting a little overwhelmed with this experience.

“mel, i think you should handle serving the customers for now. we’ll have to teach her how to waitress another time...” you suggest, watching in worry as elizabeth profusely apologized to a table after getting their drinks wrong. thankfully, they weren’t too bothered and merely laughed it off, telling her to be more careful.

“yeah, good call” meliodas nods in agreement, stepping away from the alcohol station. “yo, el! take five. i’ll handle things here for now.”

elizabeth’s shoulders drooped and a sullen expression made its way onto her face but she listens and steps back to let meliodas take over what she was doing. she wants to feel helpful and can’t shake this feeling that she hasn’t been doing much since she joined you guys. she almost got all three of you killed and didn’t even contribute in helping the people of vanya, so the least she could do was help around the tavern, right?

meliodas notices how her eyes turn overcast as he walks up and gives her hip a gentle pat. “you’re all good, el. we just think you should observe us for now; it was wrong of us to put you up to this with no prior training. you’ve done great so far so just take a breather, yeah?”

“alright…” she muttered and trudged away to a corner in the back of the room next to the door. coincidentally, mead and that older lady from the village were there too. she hadn’t even noticed.

“you really aren’t good at this waitressing thing, are you?” mead taunted, which caused elizabeth to lower her head in embarrassment.

“no… it’s my first day…” she whispered.

“mead!” the older lady next to him grabbed his ear, tugging at it. “don’t say such rude things! keep this up and i’ll send you to the forest of white dreams if you keep this up!”

her threat caused the much younger boy to pale and clam up, his posture straightening up immediately. “i—i’ll behave! i promise! just don’t send me there!”

at his reaction, elizabeth tilts her head curiously. “the forest of white dreams? what is that?”

“it’s this really scary forest that’s covered in such a thick fog that travellers and even holy knights steer clear of!” mead answers, shuddering at the thought of being left there.

“rumours have it that there’re monsters there, too! ugh, i’m getting the chills just thinking about it…”

“that does sound menacing… but it also provides an excellent hiding spot..” elizabeth muttered to herself.

the old lady hummed in response. “i suppose you’re right, dear. many criminals can escape and find refuge there because they know that not even a holy knight will want to go in there. but, it’s very easy to get lost.”

“i see..” the princess nods, tucking away that information in the back of her mind. ‘i think i might’ve just found a very crucial clue.. but i can’t be too sure just yet..’

APPROXIMATELY 7 MILES OF VANYA VILLAGE : FORT SOLGRES.

“m—moments ago, we received a report from our soldiers stationed in vanya. an unidentified girl pulled out your sword… and she was accompanied by an unidentified boy, your majesty..” a young knight stammers out as his eyes flit between the paper reports in his hands and his superior.

“i think it must’ve been some random fluke that let the girl—“

“a fluke let her remove a sword a holy knight thrust into the ground? a sword that i thrust in the ground?” gilthunder questions, rising from his desk abruptly. throwing him a sharp glare, the king’s consort begins walking up a set of stairs.

the young knight shrinks back from his icy gaze, sweat beading at his forehead. he feared that his slip up might have him hanging in the gallows. “n—no! that’s not what I meant at all!”

gilthunder ignores him and continues walking until he was at the tower’s window; the knights that stand guarding the area immediately straighten their backs.

“we hail the small sun of the kingdom!”

gilthunder merely waves off their greeting. “give me vanya’s range and heading. be exact.”

“it lies to the fort’s four o’clock, 7.3 miles away, your majesty.”

he nods his head in thought and eyes the spears the two hold in their hands. “would you two mind lending me your spears?”

“not at all, your majesty.”

“feel free to use them as you wish.”

taking the spears in his armoured hand gilthunder stalks towards the tower’s window.

“it should be about this angle...” he mutters to himself, holding one of the spears over his shoulder and infusing his magic into it. he takes a couple of steps back and quickly builds momentum before chucking the spear; he waits for a moment before the other one spear follows suit.

“that should do it.”

as you wipe down the kitchen counter, you can’t help but feel a shiver run down your spine; the muscles in your shoulders clamp up uncomfortably and a sinking feeling pools in your gut. you place down the rag in your hand, your eyes furrowing as you try to decipher what exactly is causing this reaction.

‘something’s heading our way…’

“oi, shouldn’t one of you go after her? elizabeth just walked out.” hawk huffed, his voice breaking you out of your thoughts.

“she did? I didn’t notice...” you trail off, removing your apron and rounding the counter. “i’ll go check up on her.”

pushing open the tavern’s door, you step into the chilly night and spot the princess seated not too far away on, her head tilted back as she stares up at the cloudy, starless sky.

“hey, are you feeling alright, elizabeth?”

“ah, lady y/n...” she turns her head back to look at you, an apologetic glint in her eyes. “i’m sorry. i know i’m still on shift, but the villagers were getting a bit rowdy… i guess i got overwhelmed…”

“oh.. you should go up and get some rest, then.” you place a gentle hand on her shoulder.

she shakes her head in disagreement, looking down at her lap with a bitter expression on her face. “i shouldn’t. this is no time to be wallowing in my own weakness and self pity.”

“hey, none of that. it’s alright to be overwhelmed in situations you’re not used to. you’ve been through a lot as it stands; a little rest will do you some good.”

“but so many people are suffering under the oppression of the holy knights. i can’t afford to dally around with everything at stake. if their princess can’t even handle a little waitressing, their chances look bleak.”

a sigh escapes your lips as you plop down and take seat next to her. “it seems that you’ve already forgotten the amount of danger and strain you put yourself through just to make sure your journey wasn’t for naught. in the end, you stumbled into the boar hat and found meliodas and i, didn’t you? all by yourself no less.”

her shoulders slump a little. “i suppose you’re right.. but still, it’s a bit pathetic of me to be doing all the whining when you and sir meliodas have been doing most of the heavy lifting…”

“hey, if you hadn’t wanted to help your people and taken this risk of looking for us, they’d have no chance at all.”

“i suppose you’re right…”

“it’s getting late, so go rest up, alright? mel and i will give you a proper demo tomorrow.”

she releases a small, tired yawn before getting up and brushing off her shorts. “alright, then. good night, lady y/n..”

“good night, elizabeth.” you wave her off as she opens the door to the tavern and steps inside.

suddenly, a spear speeds towards you at a fast pace. you brace yourself, placing a strain on your lower body as you grab onto it; the force that it carries pushes you off the hill the boar hat was perched on and down to the village. you break through numerous houses as you struggle to find purchase and slow down the spear’s rotation.

“fuck..!”

“lady y/n!!” elizabeth gasps, whipping back around and peering over the edge of the hill. to make matters worse, another spear was quickly showing face.

meliodas rushes out but is too late in grabbing it. “shit..!” he sprints toward the town, and the princess goes to follow him.

“don’t you dare! stay back, elizabeth!”

she looks between meliodas’ retreating figure and the chaos that was ensuing in the village below. “oh, stars… please guide us…”

the right sleeve of your shirt rips as whoever’s magical power that was infused in this thing singes it off. with great effort, you turn around and dig your feet into the ground in an attempt to stop getting thrown backwards.

your body skids to a stop after you put a little more weight on your lower body. after this you turn back around and angle your arm, taking a few steps forward to gather momentum before reeling your arm back and throwing the spear.

you sigh in relief, straightening up your posture. “god.. what the hell was that about..?”

“n/n!! watch out!”

you whip around to see meliodas sprinting at you with beads of sweat dripping down the side of his face. you look up and see another spear heading straight for you.

‘shit! i don’t have enough time to catch it—!’

you’re unsure of how to handle this situation and struggle to figure out what position to get into. but you didn’t need to think for that long before lucifer makes another appearance.

the giant serpent takes the spear into his teeth, the sharp fangs grinding against the metal in a cacophony similar to nails on a chalk board.

once the grinding stops, lucifer spits out the spear and licks his lips. “you needn’t stress about things like this, mistress. i’m here to protect you, am i not?”

you can’t help but smile. “thank you, lucifer. it seems that you’re always saving my ass.”

“that is my duty as your most humble servant,” the python bows his head before vanishing into thin air.

meliodas stops by your side, looking over you with worry. “are you alright?! your hand’s bleeding—“

you cut him off with a playful ruffling of his hair. “i’m fine, mel. but we can’t afford to say here any longer. we need to move.”

gilthunder is absentmindedly looking over the stack of papers on his desk, his head being propped up by his fist.

he barely had anytime to react when one of the spear’s he’d thrown crashed into the fort through the window, destroying the building in the process.

a screen of dust kicks up as holy knights yell over the debris trying to locate each other and the pink haired man.

gilthunder sits with his head slightly tilted to the left, a light cut on his right cheek that had a single bead of blood dripping down his porcelain skin. the spear is lodged into the headrest of his hair and although could’ve easily died from that, an eerily sinister grin etches itself onto his face.

“it’s just as i thought; you’re still alive, captains of the eight deadly sins... y/n. meliodas.”

“sir meliodas! lady y/n!” elizabeth calls out in worry as she runs towards you two with hawk following at her side.

“didn’t i tell you to stay inside?” meliodas grumbled.

“that’s besides the point! that spear belonged to the holy knight who attacked the village, right?” she asked, panting slightly as she tries to catch her breath.

“yeah. it was also our hint to leave the village as soon as possible,” you wipe your bloody hand against your shorts shirt.

“so soon? what if the village is attacked again after we leave?” she asks in concern, looking towards the villagers who were trying to make sense of the current destruction.

“they’ll be in way more danger if we remain as we are, elizabeth.”

her shoulders slump in defeat. “ugh..”

“it’d be nice if we had a place to hide,” hawk sighs, not liking the prospect of moving around so quickly.

elizabeth perks up now. “oh, right.. now that you mention it...”

you all turn to her, giving your undivided attention.

“earlier when i was taking a break, mead and that older woman said something about a really eerie forest that even the holy knights steer clear of. they called it the ‘forest of white dreams’.”

“really?”

“mhm! apparently the thick fog and unstable terrain of the ground is hard for people to navigate through. travellers avoid it altogether. he also said there were monsters..”

“that sounds perfect! it seems like you’re a natural at this intel gathering stuff, princess!” you clap your hands, a grin settling on your face.

“..are we going to skip over the part about monsters..?” hawk deadpans.

you guys ignore his concerns, already making plans to gather as many supplies as possible before daybreak.

“you guys suck.”

“well, if it makes you feel better, hawk, we’ll be going there for business purposes.”

“what the hell does that even mean?” the pig queries.

“in concerns to our journey of course. i know you’re slow, but c’mon pick up the pace.”

you and elizabeth facepalm as the other two begin to bicker again.

“enough! what lady y/n meant to imply is that one of sins probably lives there” elizabeth snaps, her patience with the two having worn thin.

meliodas and hawk shrink back, exchanging nervous glances. you have to admit, she is pretty intimidating when she wants to be. you almost forgot she managed to go months without getting caught in that rusty armour of hers and also outran fully trained holy knight apprentices an hour after getting over her fever. this girl isn’t weak at all and it seems you all need to keep that in mind more.

“alright, that’s enough of that. let’s go find out next sin!”

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⸻ YOUR OWN HEART

₊ ⊹ SYNOPSIS : with the villagers of vanya in a particularly bad situation, the only people that seem to be able to lend a helping hand are the sins.

CONTAINS . . . (2.2k + words), abuse of power, mild dialogue and plot change.

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your gaze falls upon the older men who pant from exhaustion, their attempts of pulling out the sword proved to be nothing but futile. your lips curl downwards into a deep frown.

“only the power of a holy knight can draw out the sword of one.” the chief’s tone is sullen as he bows his head in defeat. “it’ll be difficult to break it to everyone, but this village is done for...”

“please don’t talk like that, chief! i’m sure there’s something that can be done,” you pat the old man's back to provide him with some reassurance.

just then, a little kid walks past you guys, his chest puffed out in pride. “what’s with all the pathetic moaning, you guys?”

you raise an eyebrow at him, confused by his laid back demeanour. exchanging a glance with meliodas who seems just as bewildered as you are.

“mead!”

the villagers glare at him, annoyed by his presence; it’s clear that they weren’t too receptive of his jab towards them but he doesn't seem to take the hint— or he just ignored it completely.

completely unbothered by the amount of glares he’s receiving, mead continues on his boastful rant. “i mean, seriously, some holy knight’s sword stuck in the ground is nothing! this would be a piece of cake for my buddies, the eight deadly sins!”

your eyes damn near pop out of their sockets at his proclamation, and out of the corner of your eye, you see meliodas’ body tense and elizabeth’s jaw drop. ‘this kid has some gall talking like that, in front of the holy knights no less. he’s only fanning the flames!’

“that’s quite enough out of you, mead!” an older woman scolds, making him flinch. “whose fault do you think it is that we’re in this fix in the first place?! and of all the things to say, why bring up those criminals?!”

“she’s right! don’t make the holy knights any angrier!”

“do you have a grudge against us?!”

the villagers begin to get riled up, obviously frustrated and targeting the child in consensus in order to have someone to make a scapegoat. whilst you don’t think that this child prattling on about you and the rest of the sins, you also don’t think that a bunch of grown adults, and his peers alike, should be hanging up against him.

mead, sensing the rising annoyance within the crowd, tries to explain himself. “oh, come on... that isn’t why i did it!” he protests, but unfortunately his voice is overpowered by those of the other villagers.

“we’ve had all we can take of your lies and mischief!”

“mead, you’re a jerk!” wails a little girl as she picks up a fairly large rock and chucks it at him. fortunately for mead, her aim was off so it missed, but unfortunately for meliodas, it hit him square in the face instead.

you and elizabeth wince in tandem.

“ow...” he groaned, rubbing his face. blood tricked from his nose and elizabeth hands him a handkerchief to help with the bleeding.

“hmph! i hate you guys!” mead huffs, crossing his arms in defiance, his body turning away from the townspeople.

“oh, yeah? well, we hate you more, mead!” another kid yells, a rock also in his hand. you quickly move out of the way as the children begin to throw rocks at mead, but they all seem to miss and hit meliodas instead.

“why are they hitting me?” the blond grumbles in exasperation as he quickly hurls himself and mead back to the tavern to escape the wrath of the children and their stones.

“stop it, all of you!” the chief reprimands sternly. “we have guests over! you lot need to conduct yourselves with more decorum!”

the children bow their heads in shame, each of them muttering out half hearted apologies.

“looks like we picked a lousy time to come here,” hawk snorts, turning his head to the direction of the boar hat.

“deep down, that child is an honest, earnest lad.” the old man sighs, shaking his head solemnly.

your eyes soften and your gaze lifts to the sword once more before you usher your two other companions back to the tavern.

back at the boar hat, before you and the other two returned, meliodas interrogates mead, trying to get some information out of him and gain context on the situation. mead tells him to give him food in exchange for what he wants to hear.

“if food’s what you’re after, then i suggest you wait ‘till my partner gets back.” just as he says that, the bell on top of the door chimes as you open it and step inside.

“hey, you two,” you give a wave before furrowing your brows in disdain at meliodas who was helping himself to a cup of ale. “why would you open a drink when we need to get more?” you scold, taking a seat next to him.

he shrugs, unbothered. “i was thirsty.”

“you could’ve taken water. that, we have in surplus.”

“for fuck’s sake, woman, get off my ass. god forbid a man wants to drink booze.”

“the fuck did you just call me? did those stones knock out the last ounce of sense you have?”

mead deadpans at the both of you while you bicker, and elizabeth busies herself with reprimanding mead for his mischievous ways.

“why do you care? you're not my mother,” mead scoffs, rolling his eyes defiantly at the princess.

she kneels next to him with a gentle smile and goes on to tell him of her very surprising years of being a prankster herself when she was younger and how she always got scolded by her father.

“okay, so what? am i supposed to care?” he cocks an uninterested eyebrow at her.

“i’m getting to it. jeez..” she frowns, but tries not to take his attitude to heart. “i wanted to get his attention. he isn’t my real father, you see.”

when elizabeth reveals the fact that she’s adopted, you sense a change in mood around mead. he seemed to be listening now.

“one time, i climbed a really tall tree that was in the garden and tried to give my father a scare,” the princess narrates, and you hold back a laugh for the sake of the serious conversation.

‘knowing the kind of person he is, the old man probably pissed himself’ you think, taking a sip from meliodas’ drink only to receive a deadpan look from him.

“you fucking hypocrite.”

“shush. listen to the princess.”

meliodas grumbles but keeps quiet anyway.

“when he saw me, he turned pale as a ghost and climbed up the tree after me. this man who had never climbed a tree in his life…” elizabeth recounts, smiling a little at the memory. “but sure enough, he fell out of the tree and hurt himself, though not seriously. i still remember it as if it were yesterday..” her tone gradually becomes more sullen as she continues to talk.

“…if father had died that day i... i don’t know what i would’ve done with myself…”

“i don’t lie and stuff just to get a rise out of people, either!” mead snaps, clenching his fists.

“will you tell us about it?” elizabeth asks softly, gently resting her hand on his back.

you have to admit, elizabeth has very effective interrogative tactics. must come with being a princess, you muse.

“my... my mom and dad were travellers, but when we made a stop at vanya a few years ago, they both died in an epidemic. the people of the village took me in and raised me as their own. i was really happy,” he pauses, beginning to get emotional.

“but i wasn’t anybody’s real family. i got jealous of everybody for having what i didn’t.” by this time, his eyes were glossy and tears streamed down his cheeks. “so i started lying... and playing pranks..” he sniffles out.

“is that also why you crossed the holy knight that came here?” you ask, trying to be as gentle as possible seeing as he’s still sensitive.

“of course not! what do you take me for, lady?!” he scowls at you, slamming his hands onto the table making elizabeth move back out of shock. “i did it because that knight treated everybody like crap!”

“i see… i’m sorry to have assumed.”

“so, if i’m understanding this correctly,” meliodas begins, arms crossed over his chest and head tilted, “you acted out of impulse because he insulted the hard work of everyone in the village. is that right?”

“yeah! the adults and kids alike go to a lot of time and trouble to make great ale! that jerk insulted them all! holy knights are no-good bastards!” mead seethes.

“what about that talk of you being friends with the eight deadly sins?”

silence befalls the table for a good minute or two. “…i lied.”

“yeah, we figured that was the case. but man, i gotta admit, my hopes were up a little” the blond sighs, passing over his remaining ale to you.

“i understand why you would lie using the eight deadly sins, and this is not a dig at you or anything, but you need to remember that they are still criminals under the law. two holy knights had heard your claim, no doubt they’re making the entire town pay for your carelessness,” you point out.

“i know, but... the eight deadly sins are wanted by the holy knights, right? if they’re being hunted by evil holy knights, then aren’t the eight deadly sins actually the good guys?”

“how the fuck do you even come to a conclusion like that?”

“language,” elizabeth scolds, shooting meliodas a pointed glare at his vulgarity in front of a child. he rubs his nape, avoiding her gaze.

mead thinks over the question then shrugs noncommittally. “i dunno, but it seems plausible to me.”

elizabeth smiles at him gently and ruffles his hair playfully. “you’ve got quite the perception.”

he flushes in embarrassment and bats her hand away, stuttering out something incoherent which draws chuckles from the lot of you. however, the light moment is quickly dampened by the loud and sudden uproar coming from the village. before you guys could react, mead was up and running out of the tavern with no hesitation at all.

“wait, mead!” elizabeth calls after him, but he pays her no mind and continues to run off.

“shit!” she cursed, getting onto her feet and going after him.

“we should go settle this once of for all, n/n.”

“agreed.”

the older men are loudly arguing with the holy knights in response to their threat of doubling up their tax if the sword isn’t taken out by sundown. apparently their reasoning for this threat was warranted because of mead’s bringing up of the eight deadly sins.

speaking of which, it doesn’t take long for mead to come running to the town’s square. he immediately begins to pull at the sword in a desperate attempt at getting it out. the holy knights snicker and berate him, threatening to up the tax to ten times the amount in their drunken amusement.

“what the hell are you doing, mead!?” once man yells out, horrified at the prospects of the townsfolk being subjected to such a high tax.

“are you trying to put us into even more trouble!? get away from there!”

mead doesn’t let the yells of disapproval faze him. he has a goal in mind, and it involves atoning for him mistakes. “no! i need to do this! i got us into this mess so i’ll get us out of it!”

“mead—!”

“that’s enough! all of you!” the chief cuts in. “can’t you see that the lad is trying to help us? instead of yelling at him, we should be at his side helping him as well!”

the older, more physical capable men look at each other and in silent agreement, they join in mead’s efforts to pull out the sword, even going as far as tying several ropes to the sword with many men at each one to use their combined strength in hopes of liberating their village. alas, only the power of a holy knight on equal ground could pull out this sword.

the knights laugh drunkenly at their efforts, one of them even toppling over, snorting loudly as he tries to catch his breath.

you and meliodas walk into the scene. the blond swipes the cups of ale from the knights’ hands and hands one over to you after cleaning the rim of the cup with his sleeve. “people who can’t appreciate good booze, don’t deserve to drink it. cheers, n/n.”

“cheers!” you click your drink with his before downing the alcohol.

in that moment, the ropes snap and everyone tumbles to the ground, exhausted and sighing in defeat.

“may i have the honours, captain?” you tease, looking down at meliodas. he grins up at you and gives a thumbs up.

“sure, go ahead. i got my action with twigo anyway.” he takes the cup out of your hand, taking leisurely sips from his own cup.

you stretch as you walk over to the sword, making sure to crack your knuckles before grasping the handle. “man, that ale sure hit right the spot. i’ve gotta apologize, though, we don’t really have anything to pay for it right now.”

you then slide the sword out of the ground with ease, sparks of lightning dancing around the blade as you do so. “so, i do hope that this will suffice.”

the villagers and holy knights alike gawk at you absolutely dumbfounded.

“impossible! only a holy knight could pull out that sword!”

“h—how could a girl pull it out as easily as that...?”

the ground then begins to tremble slightly, creating a light tremor. you grin cheekily; the water was flowing beginning to flow as usual. your smile widens in satisfaction seeing the holy knights get thrown off the well they sat on as water sprouts out of it, bringing smiles to everyone else’s faces.

you snicker as the two holy knights run away, no doubt back to their superior to report on this mess. you look down at the sword, the mana surrounding it still seeming so familiar yet unfamiliar at the same time. ‘i’ll hold onto this for the time being, i suppose.’

“hey, lady!” mead runs over to you. “that was incredible! are you and that other guy really holy knights?!”

you lean down and rub his head affectionately. “holy knights? us? we’re just the humble proprietors of a fine dining establishment.”

“don’t bullshit me, lady!”

“enough about us, little man,” meliodas steps beside you, slinging an arm around your waist. “there’s something left you have to do, don’t you?” he nudges his head over to the villagers who have sheepish apologetic expressions on their faces.

“mead...” the chief steps forward, “we know what we did was wrong and that if you don’t want to, you don’t have to forgive us… but, we are all apologizing for our behaviour.”

“forgive you? what right do i have to do that? it’s not like i’m not one of you...” mead mumbles sheepishly, turning away from them.

“hey now, none of that,” elizabeth scolds. “they want to make it up to you. go on,” she nudges him encouragingly, lightly guiding him forward.

“wh—what the hell? what do you mean, ‘go on’? i don’t… understand...” he stammers as tear well up in his eyes.

“mead…”

“mead.”

it doesn’t take long for him to cave. as soon as everyone started calling out for him, mead gave in and ran into their arms in tears, sobbing loudly. you see elizabeth smiling from the corner of your eye but notice how her eyes seemed sad.

you pull her close to your side which surprises her at first, but her lips curl upward. the three of you watch the townspeople with soft looks in a comfortable silence which meliodas breaks after a moment.

“no matter what lies you tell, you can’t fool your own heart.”

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[solarissttee]

Hello!

Could i request a lancelot x reader fic where the reader has a magic that heavely depends on nature like shes a walking flower and its why lance is so protective of her becuse hes still half fairy and yk nature and fairys are like this🤝 she somehow came to be part of the group along the journey and its like lance and the reader discovering together her magic and improving together like each time she practices hes there cus he wants to help somehow

If its too confusing or anything u dont have to write it just about any lancelot fic of yours i would read

take care and thx :)

hi hi!! you can find the fic here! sorry this took long, midterms were kicking my ass :c

[solarissttee]

⸻ NEATH THE GROVE IS A HEART .ᐟ

₊ ⊹ SYNOPSIS : when you find yourself unable to concentrate on your training, lancelot makes sure that you know he’s always there to help! ft. percy platoon.

CONTAINS . . . (1.5k + words of . . .) lancelot x fem!reader (black coded) ; fluff, lancelot wants that cookie so effing bad, post-wallnack arc, use of pet names (pretty/pretty girl, sweets, etc), lancelot’s amazing teaching skills.

REQUEST NOTE (ANON)! ✘ : “hello! could i request a lancelot x reader fic where the reader has a magic that heavely depends on nature like shes a walking flower and its why lance is so protective of her becuse hes still half fairy and yk nature and fairys are like this🤝 she somehow came to be part of the group along the journey and its like lance and the reader discovering together her magic and improving together like each time she practices hes there cus he wants to help somehow. if its too confusing or anything u dont have to write it just about any lancelot fic of yours i would read. take care and thx :)”

a sharp sigh falls from your lips, frustration etching itself onto your features. you huff out in displeasure, sitting against the floor, scribbling something into your  notebook. lancelot watches you with amusement.

“having issues there, sweets?” he mused, crouching down next to you, smiling fondly at you. 

your nose scrunched and eyebrows furrow deeply making you look like a cute bunny to him. he pinched your cheeks, lightly gripping the skin between his forefinger and thumb. 

“don’t frown like that. your face will get stuck.”

you hold back rolling your eyes at him, knowing that he doesn’t tolerate that level of sass— matter of fact, he would give it right back; he’s petty like that. 

“yes, i’m having a whole lot of trouble and I need to concentrate. you’re distracting me.”

“seems to me that you’re already distracted, sweets,” he plops down next to you. “you can always come to me for advice, you know? i’m training you guys for a reason,” he nudged his head over to the rest of your friends that were working on the “assignments” he’d given them. 

it’s been about a little over a week since you guys had come down to the demon realm, and although most demons seemed to be pretty hostile (towards tristan more so than the rest of you), they were fairly hospitable and not that bad to be around even despite everyone’s differences. 

in that time, lancelot had taken it upon himself to train you and the rest of the percival platoon; something about how all of your skill levels are mediocre and need to be improved. rude, but true.

“i know that you want to help, but i need to do this on my own…” you mutter, staring at the plant in front of you. 

lancelot had suggested you expand your horizons with the plants that you control so that they aren’t limited to just the ones in the human realm. he occasionally brought you plants from the fairy realm to help you out and thought that being here in the demon realm who give you something new to try your hand on.

 

“we’re a team, you don’t have to do this alone.” 

you wince when he flicked your forehead, but he then soothed it with his thumb, leaning in close. “I believe in you, sweets. but if you’re having trouble, then tell me. let me help you.”

“alright… i’ve not been able to get the stupid fucking plant to respond to me at all. i’m so lost, lance..”

he frowns at your downtrodden expression, tilting his head back in thought. “say, how do you normally get plants to obey you?”

“what?”

“you’re quite proficient with human botany, and you’re not that bad when it comes to fairy ones either. but it seems that you’ve reached a stump here. do you know why that is?”

“no, lance.. i don’t. if i did know, i wouldn’t be in this situation.”

“alright. the issue here is that you’re viewing the plant as a completely separate entity from you. do you remember what i first told you when we started to practice with plants from the fairy realm?”

in all honesty, he had gone on a thirty minute lecture about how you needed to know the plant inside and out; it’s anatomy, physiology, taxonomy, ecology, and other studies of plants. he went as far as borrowing books from hendrickson just for you to study with. thank the stars that nasiens was already on board the team, he was the most helpful when it came to helping you properly absorb all that information. 

“you told me that i need to understand the plant on a personal level..”

“yes, i did say that, but there’s something else that i’d told you. can you remember, pretty?”

you pause, racking your brain. after a solid five minutes of your mind drawing blank, you shake your head in defeat. 

he sighs but smiles softly. “you need to view the plant as an extension of yourself rather than something that’s separate from you. you have the ability to manipulate and conjure plants, but you’re limiting yourself. feel the plant, try to understand it and communicate with it. resonate with it.”

you have to admit, he has a point. you sit up on your knees, and shuffle closer towards the demonic plant. it was various shades of blue with dramatic spiral patterns that seemed quite fantastical and befitting for a plant species of another world. you reach out to touch it, closing your eyes to get familiar with it. 

lancelot watches you with a keen gaze, his eyes softening ever so slightly as his pupils dilate just a bit. for a moment, time seems to halt around him and you, the silence that encompasses you both is comfortable. 

five minutes pass, then ten, and suddenly it’s been over an hour. during that time, lancelot had gone over to help donny and nasiens with their training, leaving you by yourself.

you feel yourself growing restless and frustrated. you’re out of your element here but there isn’t anything you can really do about it. lancelot is right in his belief to push your limits; having various species of plants answer to you would be advantageous during fights, especially now that arthur and his chaos knights have been making several appearances lately. 

your frustration seems to be boiling over. your things ache, your back is stiff and your eyelid has been twitching nonstop for the past twenty minutes which is pissing you off even more. “for fuck’s sake! i can’t take this anymore!” 

lancelot and the others look over to you in worry. they had sensed your growing agitation but you seemed to be getting a little too worked up. 

lancelot, ever so sweet, is the first to be at your side. he’s rubbing your back gently and reassuring you softly that you’re doing okay. your eyes brim with tears of frustration which you desperately try to wipe away. 

seeing your distress, he cups your face within his palms firmly. “hey, look at me. look into my eyes, pretty girl.”

when your gaze meets his, he thumbs at your eyes, brushing away the stray tears that had fallen down your cheeks. 

“you’re alright.. you’re okay,” he carefully shushes you, squeezing your face slightly. 

“this is so frustrating..” you lean into his touch, letting him wrap his arms around you and pull you into his chest. he smells faintly of lemon, the citrus smell bringing you comfort like a cool drink on a hot summer day. 

“shh.. i know, sweets..”

“this dumb fucking plant hasn’t responded to me and it’s been over an hour! i’ve done everything you told me to and yet—!”

you throw your hands up in exasperation and it was at that moment that a surge of emotion magic erupts. the plant that sat not too far away from you, as well as every other plant within a 5 mile radius had now multiplied around the both of you. 

“what the—“

the both of you sit there in stunned silence before percival breaks it.

 

“woah!!! that’s so cool! there’s so many of them!”

you look around at what you’d just done in disbelief then up at lancelot who was already gazing at you with a smile. 

“see, you’re doing good like i said you are.”

you huff out a sigh, touching the plants that sprouted. their leaves twitch and seemingly reach out to meet your palm. you raise your hand, palm facing a good distance away from you as you beckon forth a flower. numerous vines swarm towards you, and loom around as if waiting for an instruction. 

“show off,” lancelot murmured softly, pressing a kiss to your cheek before letting his arms drop from around you, one of them however rests on your hip, squeezing ever so slightly. 

not too far off, you see nasiens examining the flowers and vines with percival at his side while donny was running away from a few of them that had gained sentience and began to chase him around. anne’s boisterous laugh was heard as she watched struggle. in short, everything had turned chaotic. 

lancelot deadpans and gets up, brushing off his clothes before holding his hand to you. “i think we should call it wraps for today. what do you say, sweets?”

you take his hand, letting him pull you onto your feet, his hands resting on your waist to stabilize you. 

“yeah.. that’s a good idea..”

“A LITTLE HELP HERE WOULD BE GREAT, LOVEBIRDS!!” donny yelled over to you, jumping to evade getting smacked in the face by a vine. 

“how did you manage to even piss them off?” you raise a brow, your hand raised in a placating gesture, telling the plants to stop. they leave him alone and drop to the ground. 

“i didn’t think they would be sentient!”

lancelot shakes his head at donny’s and the rest’s antics; though as exasperated as he might try to act, you know that he wouldn’t trade you guys for the world. 

“c’mon, training’s over! back inside!” he yells over, already guiding you into the demon king’s palace to call it a day.

anne, donny, nasiens and percy jog after you guys, all talking amongst themselves about something stupid, to which you find yourself smiling. 

yeah, you muse, this is nice.

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[solarissttee]

⸻ OUT OF MY LEAGUE .ᐟ

₊ ⊹ SYNOPSIS : when lancelot returns from his month long mission, he’s made aware of the change in his girlfriend’s behaviour; isolation, eating a lot less, amongst other things. he grows concerned. but, when he learns the reason for the way she’s been acting, he’s immediately out to spill blood.

CONTAINS . . . (3.8k+ words of . . .) lancelot x fem!reader (black & chubby coded) ; fluff, angst, established relationship, use of pet names (baby, pretty girl, etc), protective boyfriend!lancelot, verbal and physical harassment / bullying, violence, implications of torture, and use of terms of degradation.

WRITER'S NOTE! ✘ : here’s something dedicated to my fellow chubby girls / people. i hope you enjoy !

something’s wrong. something is very, very wrong and lancelot couldn’t shake it off. he didn’t know what it was but it looked over him like a foreboding rain cloud.

from what he’s heard, his girlfriend has been acting off. the townspeople tell him that they aren’t sure when it started but they just know that something must be wrong with her since she hasn’t been seen for a long while.

hendrickson was the first person to tell him about this, explaining how she hadn’t shown up to her apprenticeship in weeks now and that he’s growing worried about her.

it’s bizarre, really. neither he nor anyone else has a clear grasp of what the situation is looking like on her end, and he’s not quite sure about how to approach this, but he figures he should go see her now that he has the chance to before his knightly duties get in the way.

the young prince strolls down the familiar streets of liones’ capital, taking in the scenery. it’s dreary out today, he notes; the sky is overcast and the clouds are heavy with the threat of a particularly bad thunderstorm. there’s a bit of wind, too. the strong breeze messes with the tresses of his blond hair, making it more unruly that it usually is, but he couldn’t be bothered to tame it.

‘she likes the rain. i wonder if she’s cuddled up reading right now,’ lancelot thinks fondly to himself, a slight smile on his lips as he stares up at the clouds.

he’s on his way to your home; a grocery bag of your favourite sweets cradled securely in one arm and a bouquet of flowers, a mixture of baby’s breath and red chrysanthemums (meaning everlasting love and i love you respectively) in the other.

he must look ridiculous — who would expect to see someone as imposing as the prince of benwick bringing gifts like those to his girlfriend? who would even expect him to have a girlfriend in the first place? he’s been so uninterested in women and relationships for as long as anyone can remember to the point that his parents thought he might like boys. not that they would mind, of course! they love their little boy no matter what!

but he does know that it makes him look a little too sappy despite his whole tough guy persona, but he can’t deny the fact that he likes giving you gifts and surprising you with the things that you like. his parents constantly shower each other with thoughtful gifts, whether they’re purchased or handmade, and it quickly became his way of showing affection as well.

you want that book series that’s all the rave right now? he’s going to be the first one to the library and get his hands on it. you want a bit of a sweet treat from that one bakery you really like? be prepared for a tummy ache, because he’s buying out their entire store. you’re eying up a nice dress or a much too pricey jewelry set? don’t worry, he’ll make sure to get it for you in every colour it comes in and and every coin spent is worth it. that’s how infatuated he is with you.

lancelot finally stops in front of your house, moving the flowers into his other arm and fishing into his pockets to pull out the spare key he’d been given by your parents. he was over so often that they’d just decided to let him have access whenever he wanted. it was better than him climbing in through the window — which he’s done on various occasions much to your parent’s (father’s) chagrin. (your mother actually finds it quite cute. it often reminds about her and your father’s young days in love).

he unlocks the door and steps inside, slipping out of his shoes and leaving them by the door. he knows how much you and your folks hate shoes in their living space. speaking of which, he doesn’t really expect to meet a quiet house. even though your parents are probably still at work, and your older brother is nowhere to be found — he’s probably at his apprenticeship with that giant tailor down the road — what is unusual, however, is the absence of his girlfriend.

usually, at this time you’d be home and humming a soft tune while you fixed yourself something to eat or tended to your pet dove. sighing uneasily, he ventures into the house and passes by the bird cage on his way to the kitchen, stopping to pet the ivory feathered bird, smiling when she coos in delight.

he sets the bag of sweets down and busies himself with putting the flowers in a vase and discarding the old, withering ones he'd gifted you before he became swamped with endless missions left and right.

while he does that, he picks up soft sniffling coming from your bedroom upstairs. his body stills momentarily as he focuses his hearing. a sob and an unintelligible mutter follows soon after and lancelot feels his heart drop.

“what the hell?” he mutters, abandoning the flowers and quickly ascending the stairs, keeping his footsteps light against the wooden floorboards so as to not startle you as he makes his way down the corridor until he stops at your bedroom.

the soft sobs are a lot more clear now and lancelot feels an ache in his heart. he’s been gone for at least a little over a month now. what on earth could have happened in that time period to cause you to be in such a state?

he raises his arm, fist curled and poised to knock. he raps his knuckles against the door once. then twice.

the sobbing and sniffling on the other side of the door immediately stop. he hears the faint ruffling of fabric and the quiet muttering of curses.

when there isn’t any answer after waiting a few moments, lancelot knocks for a third time. “hey, it’s me. open up, princess.”

there’s a loud silence, and it’s far too loud. he can’t hear what you’re thinking and it bothers him. did you get a magical artifact that blocks his heart reading? he’ll ask about that later, for now he needs to make sure that you’re okay.

“open up the door f’me, pretty girl. i know you’re in there.”

you’re frozen on your bed, feeling like a deer caught in a trap. you didn’t expect him to be here. he’s supposed to be on a month long mission, and that’s at the very least! had he already completed his tasks?

swallowing thickly, you work up some courage and roll out of bed. you catch a glimpse of yourself in your full body mirror and grimace at what you see staring back at you. your hair’s a mess, there’s bags underneath your eyes and it’s quite obvious that you’ve been crying and also not eating well. in short, you look terrible, and you couldn’t possibly bring yourself to face him in a state like this, so you take a step back from the door and find yourself back in your bed, hiding underneath the covers whilst curled up in the fetal position.

lancelot sighs gently when you don’t answer and takes it upon himself to make the first move. “i’m coming in, princess.”

pushing open your bedroom door, he steps inside and immediately heads straight for your bed and sits next to you. he makes an attempt to pull the covers off of you, but you resist adamantly, and so he settles for just stroking your skin through the fabric.

“hey, pretty girl,” he greets softly. “you alright?”

you don’t say anything but you do let out a soft grunt. he couldn’t tell if it was in affirmation or not, but he doesn’t press the matter.

“i’ve been gone for a little, hm? must’ve been lonely, huh? i’ll take you out to that new restaurant that opened up or we can go on a picnic and sit under our tree. whatever you want to make you feel better. how about it?”

“…no…”

lancelot cocks a brow at your answer. “no?”

what do you mean no?! you have never in your life said no to a date! now he’s certain that whatever must be bothering you isn’t just bad, it’s dreadful.

“(y/n), baby, look at me. please, let me see you.”

you’re begrudging to show yourself to him, considering that you feel and look like absolute shit. nevertheless, you couldn’t deny your boyfriend if you wanted to; especially not when he speaks to you so gently.

you peek at him through a tiny gap from underneath your covers before revealing yourself to his gaze.

lancelot’s breath hitched in his throat. you looked wrecked. your eyes are puffy and red rimmed, your face is a little flushed and there are tear streaks on your cheeks. he reaches out to wipe them off your face, his touch soothing and gentle.

“what’s wrong, hm? why’re you so upset, pretty?” he asks softly, leaning down to press a kiss to your forehead, then your cheek and over your eyes. he leaves soft pecks over the expanse of your face and ends it off with a gentle kiss to the lips.

“talk to me, baby..” he murmurs as he pulls away, stroking your cheek with his thumb.

you melt at the feel of his lips on your skin. you’ve missed him so much, but you’re still reluctant to tell him what was going on with you.

“i can’t help you if i don’t know what the issue is.”

you bite your bottom lip in contemplation before deciding to come clean. with a shaky breath, you begin to narrate the story.

it had all started about a month ago, back when he was away in the southern region of the country tending to some trouble that had been rising between the inhabitants there; the threat of a civil war was prominent but the king had believed lancelot was up to the task.

roughly two hours after his departure to the south, you’d been on your way back to hendrickson’s lab with an armful of herbs and magical ingredients that he needed for something he was working on. he’d been enthusiastic about it all week and as his student, you often ran errands for him.

the issue arose shortly after taking the shortcut through an alley that you normally did, humming lightly to yourself. it’s not like there was anyone lingering around the path, but you still somehow ended up getting shoved roughly to the ground.

the suddenness of the action caught you off guard as you tumbled to the floor, your knees and elbows scraping against the rough cobblestone. a groan is ripped from your throat as you push yourself onto your knees. your curse, noticing the bag of things that you’d retrieved for hendrickson scattered onto the dirty ground.

that’s when two shadows cast over you. looking up, you’re met with two guys, both of which are unfamiliar to you. they’re smirking a little, and you catch feminine snickers a little ways behind them and see three other girls standing at the entrance to the alley, whispering and pointing at you while they laugh.

you were floored. you don’t know these people. hell, you’ve never even seen them around, so what the hell is their problem with you?

“um, can i help you..?” you ask nervously, your eyes darting back and forth between the guys and the girls, pushing yourself back onto your feet.

the guys smirk at each other before one of them shoves you again, much harder this time. you’re back on the floor again, rubbing your right arm in pain; it had taken the damage when you fell and would most definitely be bruised after this.

“ouch! what was that for?!” you glare up at him, cradling your throbbing hand to your chest.

“heh. look at that, the cow’s getting mad. careful, man, she might run ya over!”

the five of them laugh as if that was the funniest thing they’d ever heard and your heart dropped. you know what this is now. you know who they are now.

without giving you time to get your bearings straight, the two guys grab both of your arms and hold you down to the floor, not letting you get up. the struggle against them as the three girls step forward.

one of them, undoubtedly the ringleader, looks down at you with a sneer, a condescending glint reflecting in her eyes. she walks around you, taking in your appearance before stopping in your line of sight once more.

“wow, you sure are ugly. it should be a crime for someone as hideous as you to go strutting about like you own the place.”

you’re taken aback by her rudeness, and stunned by her audacity. “excuse me?”

“oh, are you hard of hearing, too?” she scoffs, leaning down to stare at your face properly before clicking her tongue.

“it’s a wonder, really. how on earth did someone like you manage to charm sir lancelot? did you place him under some kind of spell? i wouldn’t put it past you since you’re studying all that magic crap with sir hendrickson. i mean, really, he could do so much better than you! i’m right here so what exactly makes you so special that he’d turn me down for you?” she rants, getting nods of agreements from her gaggle of friends.

your eyebrows furrow at her words. so that’s what this whole thing is about? she got her feelings hurt by lancelot’s rejection and now she’s taking the embarrassment out on you to make herself feel better? her head is so far up her ass that it’s actually laughable.

“let me get this straight. the five of you are seriously ganging up on me because my boyfriend turned down your advances? just how pathetic are you?” you cock a brow at her and feel satisfaction bloom in your chest at the way her face flushed and contorts into a mixture of embarrassment and anger.

one of the guys takes it upon himself to smack you hard across the face to defend her honour. “shut it, tramp. you don’t get to speak to her like that!”

your cheek stings from the impact, and you have to blink to comprehend what had just happened. these random people that you do not know are actively harassing you because their ringleader was turned down by lancelot.

“now, now. it’s quite unchivalrous to hit a woman, bart.”

“a woman? don’t disrespect women by associating this cow with them. she’s an animal that needs to be reared!”

your eye twitched in irritation at his insult. you go to defend yourself, but are rudely cut off by the ringleader.

“you’re quite audacious, i’ll give you that. however, i don’t take kindly to people taking what’s supposed to be rightfully mine. you see, my father is a well known knight of liones, naturally it makes sense for his daughter to form a relationship with someone in the knightage or of a higher standing,” the ringleader, whose name you still do not know, states matter-of-factly.

“sir lancelot isn’t just any ordinary knight, he’s one of the four prophesied knights of the apocalypse and also the prince of benwick! i don’t know why he chose you as his partner when he could have someone far better! it’s simply mind boggling!”

‘oh, my god… does she ever shut up..?’ you think to yourself, rolling your eyes with a scoff.

“since i’m a kind and gracious person, here are the options i’ll be giving you so that we can all get along and come to a consensus; either you break up with sir lancelot and let me become his girlfriend, or bart and nathaniel here will take their leisure in beating you to a pulp,” she says with a smile, her voice sickeningly sweet as she towers over you.

you feel yourself stiffen, but your resolve doesn’t waver. “are you joking? is this a joke? you know it doesn’t work like that, right?”

she scoffs. “what do you mean by that?”

you deadpan at her. was she genuinely stupid or just so entitled that she had no clue of how things worked in the world.

“if lancelot rejected you the first time, that meant he wasn’t interested in you. i doubt that he’ll suddenly fall head over heels for you if i were to break up with him — which i won’t be doing by the way.”

“so? i’ll just make him love me. it’s not that hard.”

you release a tired sigh, feeling a migraine in the back of your head. “lord give me the strength..”

the girl chuckles. “that’s right, you should be praying right now. since you refused to cooperate when i’ve given you an option, i’ll let these two do as they wish to you.”

with that, she and the other three girls turned and walked off, leaving you alone with the two guys who smirked down at you, cracking their knuckles. it’s safe to say that that night was one of the most gruelling experiences you’ve ever had to face. by the end of it, you were left slumped against the ground, bruised and bleeding in pain.

they’d roughed you up with no remorse, leaving you with a split lip, a lot of bruises, possible head injury and other minor things. you honestly don’t know how you made it home that night or how you managed to evade your family members for so long without them getting too suspicious of you.

and things only got worse from there. those five would often ambush you on your way to run errands or head to hendrickson’s lab, and sometimes, you’d catch them lingering a little too close to your family’s bakery.

it’s been relentless bullying for weeks now, and it’s so bad to the point that you don’t leave your house anymore. you get paranoid every night when getting into bed, wondering if they would go as far as breaking and entering in order to torment you further, which thankfully hasn’t come to pass. yet.

during that period of constant misery, the seed of insecurity was sowed deep into you. you started eating less and less to the point where you didn’t do it at all. you couldn’t bring yourself to face anyone and nearly smashed the mirror in your bedroom but refrained from doing so because you knew that if any of this were to come to light, things would spiral out of control quickly.

and it’s not like you didn’t try to tell an adult what was happening, it’s just that every time you attempted to, the beatings became even worse; you eventually just accepted it and kept your mouth shut.

lancelot sits in silence for a moment, her hands clenched into tight fists as his entire body vibrated with a rage so powerful that his mana was making the atmosphere grow heavy.

midway through the story, you’d broken down into a fit of heavy sobs, incoherent words and more than two times you’d hyperventilated. lancelot feels a vein bulging from his forehead and he desperately tries to rein in his anger in order to provide you with a space that’s a little easier to express your emotions.

wordlessly, he brings you into his embrace, his calloused palms, dedicated to bringing justice, rub your back soothingly whilst he comforts you with sweet words and gentle kisses.

“it���s okay, pretty girl.. i’m right here and i swear to you that i’ll make sure they pay for this. they’ll never hurt you for as long as i’m alive.” he cups your face, tilting your head up to look you in the eye.

his reddish-magenta eyes peer into your darker coloured ones, affection and reassurance swimming in their depths. slowly and gently, he eases you into a deep kiss, one of his hands rubbing at the small of you back while the other carefully angles your face. he takes care to not turn it heated. usually, he’d kiss you with the intention of leaving you breathless, but right now he’s kissing you with the intention of calming you down.

when he pulls away after a few moments, he gets into the bed with you, letting you snuggle into his chest and relax. his natural lemony scent is like a warm, spring day, and instantly lulls you into a deep, restful slumber. lancelot kisses your hair, his arms tightening around you as he watches you sleep.

he’s angry. livid, even.

how dare those five imbeciles raise their hands against you, his darling, sweet girlfriend? how dare they mare your soft, supple skin with bruises and cuts? how dare they cause you so much stress that the thickness of your body, the cute chub that you have has waned significantly due to you not eating? how dare they cause you so much pain and torment that your radiant complexion looks dull? how dare they strip the life from your eyes? how dare they make you miserable? how dare they?

lancelot grinds his teeth, and finds himself planning out his next course of action, because if there’s one thing about lancelot, it’s that he does not play about his loved ones, his girlfriend most especially. and now, he’s ready to show them just why his catastrophe is war.

when the sun sets finally upon liones, lancelot carefully pulls away from your embrace, shushing you gently when you begin to stir, murmuring a soft “i’ll be back, my love,” before slipping into the dark of night.

the air is cold and the streets are wet. rain pits heavily from the darkened sky, a testament to your anguish and his rage.

and like the saying goes, revenge is a dish best served cold. therefore, lancelot unapologetically gets blood on his hands. unapologetically, he hits a woman— three women— despite his chivalrous upbringing. unapologetically, he tortures for your sake. he swore to you that they’d never be able to harm you if he had any say in it.

i mean, what damage would they possibly be able to do if they no longer had their fingers intact?

and who would even believe them if they were to accuse him of doing something so horrid? after all, he’s an honourable knight of the apocalypse, the first born son of the king and queen of benwick, so why on earth would he do such a thing? they’d have to out themselves first before laying their accusations, and he knows they won’t do that. therefore, his crime won’t be revealed.

once satisfied with how the events of the night turned out, lancelot returns to your home and holds you through the night. comforting you whenever you got restless from nightmares and when the sun comes up the next day, he spoils you in every way imaginable. because you’re his girl and he’ll do anything to keep a smile on your beautiful face.

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⸻ THE SWORD OF A HOLY KNIGHT

₊ ⊹ SYNOPSIS : after defeating twigo, the two sins and their new companion head on their way to their next destination. princess elizabeth, ever curious, inquires just how bad of criminals the sins truly are, but as they reach the village of vanya it’s made clear that the holy knights are far more worse than the eight deadly sins.

CONTAINS . . . (1.9k + words) abuse of power, heavy dialogue change, use of profanity, changes to tavern uniform.

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elizabeth’s surprise doesn’t fail to make you chuckle as you pull her onto her feet. “so, princess, how do you feel knowing that you’ve found your first two sins? pretty exciting, isn’t it?”

“as exciting as it can be having found two of the most wanted criminals in the entire realm,” meliodas quips, patting down his hair.

“is there ever going to be a time when you’re not giving me attitude?”

“no.”

sensing that the both of you were about to start bickering like children, the princess promptly cuts in. “can we get back to the situation at hand, please? i’m relieved to have found you both, but there’s still the issue of the six other deadly sins…”

“look, princess, about the other six... we have some business to discuss with them, so we started looking for them as well a little recently. we’ve been running the tavern for intel-gathering purposes to figure out where they might be,” you sigh, scratching your nape sheepishly.

her face falls, a look of disappointment crossing her soft features. “oh…”

“but, we normally get a lot of intel from the customers, so i hope you’ll be able to help us get the info we need.”

“w—wait does this mean...”

“that we want you to come with us? yeah. it’ll be a waste if you didn’t,” meliodas nonchalantly shoves his hands inside his pockets, craning his neck to look up at her. “you will come with us, won’t you?”

a surprised gasp leaves elizabeth, a tear of relief follows after. "yes, of course i will!!”

at her confirmation, the ground begins to rumble and a giant green pig descends from the sky. elizabeth notices the tavern is perched atop it. “so that’s why it’s called the boar’s hat?!”

“yup! pretty smart, huh? came up with it myself,” the blond puffs his chest out and you let out a small snort in amusement.

“i don’t think that’s the right word, but whatever makes you happy, mel..”

hawk then nudges down the ladder to you guys, smiling smugly. “how’s that for timing, ya pigs!?”

“the hell are you calling a pig, porky!? you, see this is why your mom’s always gonna be better. way to go, hawk’s mom!” meliodas jumps onto the ladder, climbing upwards.

“oh, screw you!”

you exchange an exasperated glance with the princess.

“are they always like this, lady y/n?”

“yes, unfortunately. you’ll get used to it…” you sigh getting onto the ladder and holding out a hand to her. “c’mon, let’s dip before those knights send reinforcements.”

“i never thought i’d see the day where the captain of the most feared order of knights argued with a talking pig of all things,” the princess deadpanned as she takes your hand and lets you help her up the side of hawk’s mom until you reach her backside where the tavern sits slightly tilted.

“well, that’s why there’s a first for everything, princess.”

“alright, let’s head off to the next town. full speed ahead out of here, hawk’s mom!”

as the giant pig takes off, elizabeth is left in a bit of a daze before a smile spreads across her lips, relishing in the way the wind softly blows past her. this whole thing feels like a fever dream and she’s half scared that she’ll wake up any time soon.

it doesn’t take long for her to notice the holy knights who gape in shock at the sight of you four making your escape on a huge green pig. deciding to grate on their nerves, she send a wave over to them with a wink. “better luck trying to kill me next time!”

you and meliodas chuckle at her antics, deciding to remain on the pig for a little while before heading back into the tavern with the princess in toe.

LIONES KINGDOM, THE CAPITAL CITY. ONE MONTH EARLIER.

“please, open the door! do not let us come in there and take you by force!”

“there’s nowhere left to run! it’s in your best interest to surrender now!”

a soft, weak groan is heard as loud bangs echo within the bedchamber of bartra liones, the former monarch of the kingdom of liones. by his side are two of his three daughters, his youngest and oldest.

“shh.. it’s alright, father…” elizabeth, knelt next to her father, wipes at his brow with a cloth while margaret looks to be growing more panicked by the second as the demands from the knights got increasingly aggressive and intense. with the way they were acting, it would seem as if the three are criminals rather than the royalty that oversees the country.

“elizabeth,” margaret turns back to her youngest sister, drawing the younger girl’s attention off their sickly father for just a moment. “you have to run away. now.”

“what? there’s no way in hell i’m leaving you and father behind!“

“listen to me, ellie! father and i will be fine, i’ll make sure of it, but i cannot guarantee your safety, that’s why you must flee.”

“but...”

“hurry! before the holy knights come...” margaret’s usual soft tone turns stern. “that is an order from your queen and your older sister.”

begrudgingly, the youngest royal kisses her sister and father goodbye before quickly making her way to a secret passage connecting from the bedchamber to the weaponry. she listens as the door is broken down and the argument that ensues between her sister and the holy knights as she and their father are arrested by the very people that had pledged loyalty to them.

the princess, although reluctant to abandon her family, escapes silently, navigating the dimly lit halls whilst muffling her cries as best as she could as she makes her escape from the liones castle.

elizabeth finds herself reminiscing the events that had sparked her impromptu journey to find the eight deadly sins and the hardships she’d had to face these past few months. she gazes out the window of her new room, a deep melancholy swirling in the pools of her blue eyes.

“hey, princess. i brought something for you to change into, since your clothes are kinda tattered,” meliodas knocked on the door before stepping inside and placing the tavern uniform on her nightstand. “take your time and come down when you’re ready. n/n and i will be waiting for you.”

meanwhile, you sit in the bar area, staring outside the window as you replay the day’s events. ‘we’re really getting back together. i can finally see everyone again,’ you think with a small smile, only snapping out of your thoughts as the sound of meliodas descending the creaky stairs is heard. he stares and shoots you a weird look.

“what the hell are you smiling about? we just got our cover blown. we need to devise a new plan.”

you roll your eyes and stick your tongue out at him and he responds with a childish gesture of his own. your silent bickering is interrupted when elizabeth comes down the stairs and you smile. “the uniform suits you very well, princess! if you need any adjustments or changes, let me know, okay? i’ll fix it right up!”

“looking good, princess!” hawk huffed in appreciation.

“yes, of course! thank you, lady y/n. thank you, hawk.” elizabeth smiles softly, admiring herself in the uniform.

it goes silent for a few moments and while you and meliodas seem unbothered, elizabeth finds herself feeling fidgety and desperate to fill the silence. “so, uh, you want me to collect rumours and info regarding the eight deadly sins while i wait tables. did i get that right?”

“info on the holy knights would be nice, too” meliodas chimes, taking a look outside the window.

silence falls over your group again for a minute, and the princess’ anxiousness doesn’t go unnoticed.

“is there something you wanted to ask, princess?”

“what..? oh, um.. yeah… if you don’t mind…”

“go right ahead. what would you like to know?”

“the eight deadly sins...” she pauses, debating her words carefully, “are you guys really the terrible criminals that the world says you are? if you are, what sort of crime did you commit? surely you didn’t actually kill grandmaster zaratras..?”

meliodas turns back to face you two, his arms crossed over his chest as he looks up in thought. “what sort of crime, huh? well, for starters, good old zara was already dead when we found him so we weren’t the ones responsible for that.”

“wait, what..?”

“yeah, his body was already cold when we got to him. must’ve been dead for a good while. the bloodstains at the scene were dried, too. whoever did it wanted to blame us and get us out of the picture and it worked. now, we’re fugitives on the run.”

“so you guys are innocent! i knew it! why don’t you just tell the public this and clear your names!?!”

“that wouldn’t go well, princess. each of the sins were already some form of a criminal to begin with. that’s why framing us made so much sense. if no one would believe us back then, why would they believe us even after ten years?” you cock a brow at her.

her expression falls. “damn it, you’re right…”

before anything else could be added to the conversation, the tavern begins to rock violently, signalling that you guys had arrived at your destination and that hawk’s mom had begun to settle into the ground. the sudden motion throws the princess off her feet, and meliodas is quick to grab hold of her, wrapping an arm around her stomach to prevent her from kissing the tavern’s floor.

“woah, careful, princess. wouldn’t want you getting concussed,” he grins as he helps her stand upright.

her face flushes in embarrassment. “thank you, sir meliodas..”

“no problem. and please, just call me meliodas, or mel if you want. i dont mind either way.”

he ushered her out of the boar hat as you and hawk follow behind and points over to the village in the distance. “that’s our next source of information, the village of vanya. c’mon, let’s head into town!”

you four set off on the trek to vanya, the atmosphere still a little tense from the earlier conversation which weighed heavy on the princess.

noticing this, meliodas begins to go on an informative rant about the tavern’s alcohol supply. “… and although we get our liquor from all over, vanya’s is special,” he goes on after passionately talking about all the suppliers of the alcohol within the tavern while you guys walk over the bridge that leads into the village. the princess looked pretty invested and was mentally taking notes since she would be working at the bar now.

“vanya’s ale is made from what’s touted as the finest water in all liones and the gruit that grows along the river. it has fans all over,” you add in, gesturing to the water… or what used to be the water.

you four peer into said river, frowning at it. the water had dried up and the plants at the riverbank were all clinging onto dear life, some already withered.

“maybe so, but that famous water of theirs has gone bone dry,” hawk snorts.

“the herbs along the bank are withered, too…” elizabeth points out. “do you think something managed to clog the waterway?”

“i highly doubt it. we were here about four weeks ago for a restock.. this looks to be an issue that’s been present during those four weeks due to the state of things,” meliodas crosses his arms.

“this is strange… we should head into town and ask around…”

you guys continue into the town, and come to notice how the people were crowded around the square; mostly the able bodied men and some women.

“look at all those people! i wonder what’s going on..” elizabeth looks at the villagers with keen interest.

“there’s something off here…”

“yo!” meliodas greets casually, walking forward. some people turn back to look at him, immediately recognizing you both.

“hey, it’s the owners’ of the boar hat. how’ve you two been?”

“we’ve been good. we’re here for another restock, but we noticed the water in the river’s gone dry. what’s up with that?”

the man sighs, a look of defeat crossing his face. “sorry, but we won’t be able to get the ale to you guys. right now, we’re trying to pull out a sword that a holy knight jabbed into the ground…”

you three exchange a shocked look. “wait a minute. did you say a holy knight stuck his sword in the ground? why would he do something like that?”

“unfortunately, not too long ago, we incurred the wrath of this holy knight.” a strained voice says from beside you. looking down, you see the town’s chief. a short, old man who was quite the sweetheart and was beloved by all. both the villagers and those who came by for business or to pass through.

“he infused the sword with mana and sealed off all the groundwater sources under the village.”

a frown settles on your features as you look over at the sword. ‘this magical power... something about it is familiar, but at the same time, it’s not… it’s definitely similar to.. his.. but not nearly as powerful. where have i felt this power before? i can’t seem to put my finger on it..’ you think.

the villagers, clearly restless about their situation, begin to express their worry about how they would not only lose their water but also their gruit which would be terrible for their ale making business, and overall for their wellbeing.

“I can’t believe this… i knew the knights had grown corrupt, but to do something so harmful to this degree? can they even call themself a holy knight?” elizabeth clenched her fists, a look of anger settling over her features. there’s an intensity in her eyes and a hint of protectiveness as well. it’s clear that she takes the happiness and healthiness of the people of the country seriously.

“is it that wacko you guys just fought? vanya isn’t that far off from that other town..” hawk asked, huffing through his nose.

“you mean mean that ‘twigo’ guy? you couldn’t be further off,” you shake your head.

“huh..?”

“he’s no holy knight, he’s far too weak. and if he is, then it means the holy knights of liones have fallen to a disgrace. actual holy knights would’ve posed more of a threat to us. the real ones are way worse than him.”

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⸻ THE LEGENDS REAWAKENED

₊ ⊹ SYNOPSIS : in the face of danger, elizabeth loses all hope of going forward with her mission. however, the sins make their appearance and save the day. the only downside is, hardship will only come first them and the princess from there on out.

CONTAINS . . . (1.7k + words) attempted murder / treason, abuse of power, heavy dialogue, use of profanity.

WRITER'S NOTE! ✘ : “happy new year everyone!! i thought i’d give you all a treat, so here’s the fourth chapter :3! also i suck at writing fight scenes so please don’t kill me for how that fight turned out :c”

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“but sir twigo, allioni is down there as well! he’ll die!!”

the ridiculously huge knight, assumingly twigo, merely waves off the concerns of the lower ranking knights, indifferent to fact that his subordinate might be as good as dead. “then i guess that makes four deaths.”

“sir twigo—“

“stop your incessant whining at once! if you’re so worried about that fool, why not join him and those others in the afterlife? i can provide assistance with that!” the bigger knight snaps, a scowl on his face. the threatening glare that sits upon his features successfully intimidates the lesser ranked knights into silence.

“now, now,” you click your tongue as you hop off your snake and back onto the cliffside, “that’s no way to talk to your subordinates! they’ll grow to resent you if you keep that attitude up!”

the python had played a significant role in ensuring your safety as well as that of the others. what kind of guardian would he be if he didn’t?

perched atop your shoulder is an unconscious allioni while a trembling hawk is tucked safely underneath your other arm. meanwhile, the silver-haired girl is in the safe embrace of meliodas, who gently sets her back onto her feet, inquiring if she’s okay.

“you there! how dare you survive without my leave?!” twigo’s voice carries a tone of displeasure and irritation at failing to get the job done. a frown creases at his forehead, obviously fuming at the fact that you guys had managed to survive his attack. “I shan’t revise my death tally conclusion!”

“nobody asked you to conclude anything, you fucking nut job!” hawk refutes, snorting in annoyance. “who the hell do you think you are, anyway?!”

twigo takes big strides towards your group with an evil grin playing on his lips. you feel a sense of unease when you notice that his gaze is locked onto the girl rather than you or meliodas. “hah! it seems that fate is smiling upon me today! the crest on that earring, girl… is that of the liones royal family. meaning that you... conclusion! you are princess elizabeth!”

a moment of silence passes over you all until hawk breaks it. “...princess elizabeth? as in the country’s third princess? that elizabeth!?”

by this point, the princess had broken out into a cold sweat. ‘damn it, my cover’s been blown. not good… this is not good…!’

    

“an official decree has been issued to locate you. the order was to capture you alive, but...” twigo pauses, his grin stretching into a mischievous smirk, “...if you were to die in an incredibly tragic accident, that would be regrettable but unavoidable."

that sentence immediately sets off warning bells in your heady. taking a protective stance in front of elizabeth, you make sure to obscure her from his view. “woah there, buddy! aren’t you supposed to be protecting the royal family? killing the princess would be an act of treason!”

twigo ignores you and sends a horizontal slash your way, the force of his magical power much greater than you’d expected. “conclusion: accidental death!”

“oh, for fuck’s sake!” you hear meliodas yell out. he grabs elizabeth and pushes her in the direction of the forest. “run, woman! run!”

you tighten your hold on allioni and go after them, however, twigo’s attack came faster than any of you had anticipated.

“damn it! lucifer!”

in an instant the entire forest is obliterated, leaving only tree stumps behind. lucifer had his body curled around you and the others, acting as a shield. his scales had absorbed the mana from the attack. when he uncoiled, you sit up, clicking your tongue at the damage your clothes had taken.

 “man, lucifer’s always coming in clutch for us, huh, n/n?” meliodas mused, sitting up slowly. “everyone okay?”

you give him a thumbs up as you move to sit upright. hawk wails something unintelligible and runs off, crying out for his mother which stunned twigo for a moment before he regained his focus.

just then, elizabeth gets onto her feet, almost stumbling as she trudged over to the larger man, looking resigned. you and meliodas exchange a look of confusion and get up as well.

“what the hell are you doing, princess? don’t go near him!”

“there’s no escaping him,” she replies, not sparing either of you a glance. “for me anyway… this just means i’ll have to go back to square one.”

“square one!? woman, he’s trying to kill you! have you been listening to this conversation with your ears closed?!”

“i’m well aware of that! even so, if i surrender myself peacefully, that should keep him from killing you two in cold blood. get out of here and don’t look back.”

“in the name of all the stars, why do you have to be so damn stubborn!?” meliodas groans in exasperation as he tackles the princess to the side so she isn’t hurt by twigo’s upward slash.

you roll out of the range of the attack, but in the process of avoiding getting skewered, the right arm of your uniform sleeve gets completely destroyed, exposing the skin under it.

“you’re one to talk about stubbornness! i’m trying to protect you both, so please, escape!” elizabeth tries to force meliodas off her but he doesn’t budge an inch, keeping a tight hold of her so she doesn’t walk back into danger.

“i don’t know about that, princess. he seems pretty intent on killing us regardless. there’s no way he’s going to let two bystanders get away,” you scratch at you nape, propping a still unconscious allioni against a tree stump. you admired his ability to remain incapacitated in such a precarious situation.

“why?” she wails, “why is this happening..? all i wanted to do was find the eight deadly sins so that i could end the suffering of my people. i even walked around in that clunky piece of armour for months without any leads… i don’t want to give up and surrender… but i don’t want to put you guys in total danger..! not when you’ve been so kind…”

meliodas sighs, rolling off her. “man, this is such a pain. i was hoping that we could keep this facade up for a little longer, but there isn’t much of a choice left.”

elizabeth sniffles, looking at him with confusion. “facade? what’re you talking about?”

meliodas simply ruffles her hair and walks over to twigo, twirling around the broken dragon blade with a bored expression. “n/n, keep the princess from running head first into trouble like an idiot while i take care of this guy.”

elizabeth’s eyes widen when she catches a glimpse of the red splotch of ink on the blond’s left arm. “no way… that tattoo, i don’t believe it... you can’t be!” she stammers, looking between the both of you. “th—there’s no way...!”

allioni, now surrounded by his comrades, sits up with a start, cold beads of sweat decorating his forehead, his eyes wide with fear. “where is she!?”

    

the other knights are stunned. “woah, calm down, man. you’re safe—“

“i asked where she is! that girl... the one that came out to meet us! where the hell is she!?”

“take it easy, allioni. sir twigo has her and the other two on the ropes.”

“when she saved me, i saw them! the tattoos on their arms prove that those two are the real things! both of them are the most dangerous of them all! the symbols on their arms, they were—“

elizabeth’s gaze drifts to your right arm where the tattoo of a python inked in crimson curls around your shoulder and ends at your forearm. “a python… and his is a dragon… don’t tell me that you two really are them…”

twigo swings his sword downwards at meliodas, however, a cut appears on his cheek instead. meliodas brushes off his outfit, looking disinterested with the whole situation.

“how can this be? i’m certain that my blade struck you! but the one who felt the blow... was me?!” his eyes then flit down to the sword in meliodas’ hand, causing his brows to crease as they furrow. “what is that?! a sword with a broken blade? you think you can defeat me with that!?”

“oh, please,” meliodas rolled his eyes, “i could beat you barehanded.”

“you insolent little brat!”

you move elizabeth away from the two males who had started fighting, having her sit next to lucifer who curls around her protectively. you place a hand on her cheek, letting a warm, pink light envelop your palm and heal the injuries she had sustained from twigo’s earlier onslaughts.

“meliodas? y/n? it wasn’t a coincidence, was it? are you two really…?” the princess stares at you with hope swirling in the pools of her pale blue eyes. there’re streaks of gold in them, but it’s more noticeable in her right eye.

“shh..” you smile, gently patting her face.

“hold on, your face seems familiar...” twigo narrows his eyes, scrutinizing meliodas’ appearance before a flicker of recognition passes over his face. “wait… but if you are him, how is it that you look almost exactly the same as you did all those years ago!?”

“so, have you finally figured out who I am, hm? man, you holy knights sure are slow,” meliodas drawls, outstretching his left arm.

“i—it can’t be! it truly is you!” the knight yells, bringing his blade downwards again.

in retaliation, meliodas swings his arm to the side, deflecting the attack back to twigo, increasing its force as well. the shockwave makes the latter tremble.

“c—conclusion,” twigo stutters as the situation he’s in finally dawns on him. the effects of meliodas’ full counter hitting him all at once. “these extraordinary powers are those of the legends!”

with that, he’s sent flying away, and the both of you take it as your cues to introduce yourselves formally. meliodas walks back over to you both and extends his hand to her.

“let’s do this whole introduction thing again, yeah? the name’s meliodas. i’m the captain of the eight deadly sins. it’s a pleasure to be in your presence, your highness.”

[ THE EIGHT DEADLY SINS : THE DRAGON SIN OF WRATH, MELIODAS ]

“and i’m y/n. the sins’ vice captain. i offer my most humble greetings.”

[ THE EIGHT DEADLY SINS : THE PYTHON SIN OF DECEPTION, Y/N ]

elizabeth sits there in stunned silence with her mouth agape. “oh, my god…”

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⸻ CONFRONTATION

₊ ⊹ SYNOPSIS : after the boar hat owners nurse the wandering rust knight back to health, they being their interrogation. however, they’re met with more unruly customers; the holy knights.

CONTAINS . . . (3.6k + words) attempted murder / treason, abuse of power, heavy dialogue and plot change

WRITER'S NOTE! ✘ : “elizabeth has been aged up to 19, liones’ national drinking is 21 which implies that meliodas and the reader look anywhere between 21 and 28.”

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instead of giving a response, the person tips backwards and slumps to the ground. their helmet rolls off on impact.

you look down at the mysterious person, eyes widening at who was inside the suit of armour. it was a young girl, no older than sixteen if you had to guess.

her long silver hair is sprawled out against the tavern floor as she naps peacefully, or as peacefully as she can in that uncomfortable looking armour of hers.

you notice how her breaths come out in short puffs, how her pale cheeks were; rosy from the heat, and a noticeable sheen of sweat that coats her porcelain skin. she has a fever, no doubt about that.

“this girl... isn’t she a little too young to be one of the eight deadly sins?” hawk inquires, observing the girl cautiously.

neither you, nor meliodas provide a reply. instead, you set the bags of flour down by the door, clapping your hands to get rid of the little flakes coating them so they don’t stain the girl’s skin. you drop to your knees next to her and feel her forehead. your eyebrows furrow at her temperature, it’s higher than you’d expected.

“she’s burning up. a fever most likely from exhaustion.” you state as meliodas helps you haul her onto her feet.

“she’s clearly been walking around in this armour for a while,” meliodas remarks as you guys turn down the hall and go up the stairs to your bedroom. once she’s situated on your bed, the both of you make quick work of stripping her out of the rusted armour.

“it’s a wonder how she managed to move around in this thing,” the blond pokes at the heap metal that is now discarded in the corner, while you rummage around your room looking for a clean washcloth.

“yeah, she looks a little frail to be walking around in such heavy armour, and with all that rust too,” you saunter over to the washroom, filling a basin with cold water to help bring down her temperature.

“maybe she’s stronger than she appears to be, we never know. she might be a holy knight for all we know.” he shrugs and turns on his heels, leaving the room to get the medicine you’d made for situations like this. hawk is left alone with the girl, watching over her until either of you get back.

when you reemerge from the bathroom after a short while, you set the basin down onto your nightstand and dip the washcloth into the cool water and gently place it onto her forehead afterward. meliodas lightly kicks open the door then sets down a glass of water and the medicine on the table. you three leave her to rest for a bit.

while waiting for her to regain consciousness, you head off to put away the flour and tidy up the bar area. there were a few tables and chairs that had gotten knocked over when the customers had vacated the tavern, ultimately messing up the floor with either food, alcohol or broken plates.

meliodas is glad that things had turned out this way, at least you wouldn’t kill him for the earlier altercation with those three customers. that is, unless hawk decides to run his mouth and snitch to you of course.

a few minutes pass, about twenty or so, and one of the girl’s finger twitches slightly. her eyes flutter open and she slowly sits up, blinking tiredly when the washcloth falls into her lap. “um... where am i?” she mutters to herself, looking around the unfamiliar bedroom in confusion.

her ears perk when she picks up your voices downstairs and she immediately begins to sweat uncontrollably. ‘h—have i been found out? whose voices are those? where even am i?!’

she notices her armour in the corner of the room and feels her anxiety build. she needs to escape, now. getting up from the bed, she sneaks out of the room, trying to find a way to leave without either of you knowing. at least, that’s what she had planned to do, but...

“hey there, how’re you feeling?”

the girl lets out a shriek, her heart thumping violently in her chest as she turns around to face meliodas. he blinks, not expecting her to react so strongly. had she not heard him coming? his footsteps weren’t that quiet.

silence falls between the two of them. she looks like a dear in headlights while meliodas is mildly worried.

“are you feeling okay? you were really burning up when we found you. did you take the medicine at the side of the bed?”

“u—um, i’m m—much better, thank you,��� she replies timidly, fidgeting with her fingers.

‘i didn’t even hear him come up... i can’t dally here for too long. if i don’t leave soon, the holy knights will...’

further worried by her silence, meliodas decides to change the topic to something more lighthearted. “hey, you must be pretty hungry right about now. how ‘bout we head downstairs? my friend’s making food right now, and you can take the medicine she left for you afterwards.”

“n—no, thank you, i’m perfectly fine—“ the girl is cut off by her stomach growling and feels heat rush up onto her cheeks, much to her horror. meliodas on the other hand, chuckles and beckons her over, leading her to the stairs. “c’mon, let’s get some food into your belly. you need to get your strength back.”

when you hear footsteps getting closer to the bar area, you plate up the food for the girl and leave it on the counter. “hey, hey! looking better, i see,” you wave over to the girl. she waves back shyly.

she takes cautious steps over to you and slides onto the barstool. “um, thank you. but, who are you and where am i?”

“straight to the point, huh? well, i’m y/n, that guy over there is meliodas.”

her eyebrows shoot up in surprise as she takes in your features and then shifts her gaze to meliodas. her eyes flicker over to the wanted posters on the board and concludes with disappointment that you’re not who she was hoping for.

‘they look nothing like them... i suppose it’s just a coincidence then...’

“you strolled into our shop and then passed out cold,” meliodas tells her, snapping her out of her thoughts.

“your... shop?”

“this is the boar hat. it’s our bar,” you gesture to the barrels of alcohol behind you.

“you two are... the owners?” she questions uncertainly. the both of you looked like you had just reached the age to be allowed to consume alcohol, she hadn’t expected you guys to be owners of a whole bar! maybe this is why they say not to judge books by their covers. she can’t help it though, not when the both of you look to be only a couple of years older than her.

“is that so strange?” you chuckle, finding her expression cute. she frantically shakes her head, sputtering out an answer. “n—no!! well, maybe. but, i saw the sword on his back, so i just assumed...” she trails off, pointing to the dragon shaped sword hilt on meliodas’ back.

“oh, this old thing?” he reaches for the hilt of the sword and pulls it out, eliciting a small yelp from the girl. he laughs at her jumpy nature.

“did i scare you?” he grins. “if i flash the handle, it does looks like the real thing, so i don’t really blame you for having suspicions.

and just as quickly as he had pulled out the broken blade, he placed it back into its scabbard. “call it a deterrent against people skipping out on their tab.”

“and i wonder why that is, you moron. it’s only thanks to y/n that it doesn’t happen often and we haven’t gone out of business yet” hawk snorts, giving meliodas a pointed look to which the blond responds with a middle finger.

the girl’s eyes widens when she hears hawk speak. she leaps off the counter immediately and goes straight to engulf the pig in a hug, rubbing him and giggling happily. you place your hands on your hips and smile at the interaction.

“it’s a talking piggy!” she squeals excitedly but who could blame her, really? it is a talking pig! you don’t see something like that everyday.

“the name’s hawk. pleasure to meet you.”

“oh, you’re so adorable!! long ago, i pestered my father to give me one as a birthday present!” she shares, hugging hawk tightly. the pig stands unfazed, like this has happened many times before.

“did you get a pig?” you question and almost regret it when her smile slowly fades and she responds with a small, downtrodden ‘no’.

“hey, how about you get to eating? you can hug hawk as much as you want afterwards,” meliodas offers a smile.

“alright,” she murmured as she gets back onto the stool and stares down at her plate. she feels a little bad about suspecting you guys to be working with the holy knights now... but she can’t let her guard down, even though you’ve taken care of her out o the goodness of your hearts and the food you’ve served looks really yummy.

“first you nurse me back to health, and now you’re feeding me... how can i ever repay you?” she murmurs, staring down at the food.

you chuckle and reach over to pat her head, softly tousling the silky silver strands of her hair. “don’t worry your pretty little head about it and just eat, okay? it’s on the house.”

“isn’t that bad for your business?”

“please just eat it.”

“okay. here goes.” she lifts her fork to her mouth and puts the food into her mouth. her eyes widen and she visibly melts as she chews and swallows.

“what do you think? good stuff, right?” meliodas grins, nudging you playfully. “n/n’s one of the best cooks i’ve ever met, y’know? she’s a total goddess in the kitchen.”

a single tear slides down her cheeks and more followed suite. you exchange a worried look with the other two, not expecting her to start crying.

“hey, you okay?” you ask softly rubbing her shoulder in comfort.

“yeah, i’m fine… it’s just that i haven’t had a proper meal in a while and this is really delicious,” she smiles, wiping her eyes, continuing to eat.

“…say, what were you doing, walking around in that armour?” meliodas inquires after a moment of silence, trying to steer the conversation in a different direction.

“oh, that’s...” she hesitates, not knowing if she could entirely trust you with her reasoning, but decides to tell you guys anyway. “i’m searching for the eight deadly sins.”

“we gathered that much when you stumbled in here calling out for them,” hawk huffs.

“shut it, porky. anyway, why on earth would you be looking for eight deadly criminals?”

“yeah, not to mention that nobody knows if they’re even alive or dead. those guys are seriously fucked in the head, aren’t they?” meliodas leaned against the countertop, his chin resting on his palm.

she goes quiet for a moment, contemplating what to say in response to that. she knew that questions like these were inevitable but still, she’d like to not have her decisions be put under scrutiny for once. when she opens her mouth to speak again, she’s interrupted by a series of loud knocks to the door.

“open up! we got a report from some villagers! we, the order of the beard of the mountain cat, serve under the holy knights and are stationed at the mountain’s base!” a male voice proclaims.

“we’re here to arrest the rust knight, potentially one of the eight deadly sins!” he continues on. “come out peacefully!”

“again with the unruly customers?” meliodas sighs to himself. “and what’s with that ridiculous order name? the beard of the mountain cat? really?”

meanwhile….

“look allioni, are these eight deadly sins even all that dangerous anymore? surely they must be a couple of old geezers by now,” one of the knights outside speaks up, annoyedly crossing his arms.

allioni glares down at him. “take this seriously, will you? the eight deadly sins were the ones who massacred a dozen of holy knights ten years ago, the holy knight’s grand master included! i saw just how bad it was with my own eyes! it was a blood bath!! if we don’t catch these fiends, the realm will be in danger!”

“yeah, but—“

“there should be no buts if you understand the implications of our responsibility! it’s our jobs as holy knights to make sure that the kingdom is safe, even if it means catching the eight deadly sins and putting them down or dying in the process!”

the knights go quiet after allioni's passionate rant. one of them sighs and steps forward, and bangs on the tavern’s door again.

“what the hell are you doing!? come out here!”

you put on a smile as you open the door, wanting to be as polite as you could in order to get them off your backs. “sorry to keep you waiting, gentlemen. is there something i can help you with?”

“and you are?” the third tallest of the bunch asks, a condescending eyebrow raised at you, your eye twitches. holy knights and their egos.

“i’m one of the owners of this establishment. you are holy knights, yes?”

“where’s the rust knight? send him out!”

“being polite wouldn’t kill you, but whatever.” turning back into the tavern to avoid their angry glares, you gesture for the rust knight to come forward.

the knights tense at your easy compliance to their demands, but when hawk comes through the door in bits and pieces of the armour that was discarded in your room, they deadpan.

“you called? i am the great sir hawk, the rust knight!”

“th—this pig is one of the eight deadly sins?!”

“of course it isn��t, moron!”

you stifle your laugh as they stare at hawk in bewilderment. their expressions are amusing, but you know better than to laugh out loud. the sensitivity towards their egos is something you've come to face many times while dealing with holy knights in the past.

“h—how dare you! i’m the captain of the order of scraps disposal!” the pig states proudly. wow, he’s really playing into this role, not that you’re surprised. the pig did have an ego problem.

“there is no such order!”

you accidentally let a laugh slip, but cough to cover it up when you're given an annoyed glare. “so, is this the person— err, animal you were looking for?” you question innocently, smiling.

one of the knights steps forward and stares up at you, damn you are tall for a woman. although you’re many inches taller than this knight, that doesn’t make him back down in trying to establish his dominance (or whatever bullshit holy knights typically do when their egos are threatened).

“you’ve got some nerve, making sport of knights,” he scowls. “i’ll give you one more chance, bring out the rust knight.”

“but—“

“hey! a woman just ran out the back!” one of the other knights interrupts you. allioni’s head swivels back to his fellow knight and you curse under your breath.

you move to run after her, but you’re stopped when the biggest of the bunch grabs onto your arm. “so, this was your plan all along, huh? did you really think you could get away with fooling holy knights, you wench?”

your eye twitches at his insult. the nerve of this guy. who does he think he is talking to you like that? you ought to knock him down a peg or five.

“what did you just call me?”

“oh, so you’re deaf too, huh?” he yanks you into him, spinning you around and holding your arms behind your back.

“didn’t your mother ever teach you guys how to treat a lady?”

“shut it, woman,” allioni glared at you before turning to the others. “inform sir twigo at once! and take this one back with you.”

by this point, you were pissed off. with a sharp whistle, a low, menacing hissing sound is heard from within the tavern as it steadily creeps closer to the door.

“what’s that noise? a snake?”

a few seconds later, a massive, black ball python with intense vermillion eyes emerge from the door way, looming threateningly over the group, freezing them in their spots. you take this opportunity to free yourself from the knight's vice grip. you lower your body, shifting your weight and lowering your centre of gravity, which tilts the knight forward. you then flip him over your body and onto the ground and he lands with a harsh thud and a grunt. you promptly sprint into the forest to catch up to the girl immediately after.

allioni curses under his breath. “don’t just stand there like idiots! two of you should fend that thing off, the others and i will chase after those two. that first woman must be the rust knight! after her and the other one!”

“yes!”

you dash through the thick forest, jumping over and ducking under the tree roots. the girl was no longer anywhere in sight, leaving only you to shake them off.

“i order you to stop in the name of the law! any further attempt to evade us will bring about serious consequences!” allioni yells at you as he and three others pursue you deeper into the forest. you grunt at how you had forgotten to bring something to fend them off with. you hadn’t wanted to raise suspicion by walking out with a weapon, but you’re starting to regret that now.

however, a sudden, loud shriek from behind catches your attention and allioni’s.

“what is it? what happened!?” he doesn’t turn his head back. man, he really is determined to capture, huh?

“th—the pig is charging at us!”

“if its not the damn snake, you shouldn’t have a problem fending it off!”

“wow, you’re quite harsh,” you comment loud enough for him to hear you. he scoffed in response and yelled at you to shut up once more.

“hey, hawk, if you get these guys off my ass, i’ll triple your scraps. deal?”

“you ain’t gotta tell me twice!”

allioni yells at hawk to get away from him after he’d succeed in knocking his two comrades into opposite sides of the forest. the young knight speeds up to hopefully outrun him but then skids to a stop to keep himself from going off the cliff’s edge when he reached the forest’s clearing. allioni looked around for you or the girl in confusion as neither of you were in sight.

“they’re... not here...? how—“ before he could properly grasp the situation, he gets knocked off the cliff by hawk. you watch from above as he falls into the clearing of trees below. ‘it’s a shame, he was kind of cute, but he’s got a horrible attitude.’

you then turn to face meliodas and the girl who was sitting between you both, offering her thanks. the snake from earlier materializes beside you and hisses softly. you stroke the underside of his chin as he makes himself at home on your shoulders. “one of them got away, huh? that’s alright, you did your best.”

the girl looks at your snake curiously as meliodas helps her out of the tree. you both lead her out of the forest and onto the clearing by the cliffside.

“you’ve stirred up quite the trouble, miss. now would be a good time to tell us exactly why you’re looking for the eight deadly sins.”

she takes in a breath to work up the courage to come clean. it’s the least she could do after you guys saved her... twice...

“...it’s just so that i can stop the holy knights.”

whatever you were expecting her to say, it definitely wasn’t that. her answers keep surprising you by the minute.

“stop the holy knights? do you hear yourself, lady? what’re you trying to stop them from doing? the holy knights are the knights who protect liones, they’re heroes!” hawk huffs out.

“but what if these ‘heroes’ were preparing to start a war in this country?” she refutes, sarcasm dripping from her tone when she says ‘heroes’.

“miss, i beg your finest pardon?”

“you probably don’t know this, nobody does actually, but not too long ago, the entire royal family except for the former king were arrested and imprisoned by the holy knights, even the queen who’s supposed to be on the throne,” she recounts, turning away from you all.

“the royal family was what!? so you mean the queen isn’t tending to the former king that’s laid up in bed, sick?” hawk gasps. she shakes her head.

“that’s a cover story that the holy knights have been circulating. her majesty has been imprisoned in the west tower where only the most gruesome criminals are held. the only person that has control over the government now is the king consort and the two holy knight grandmasters.” her expression is one of sadness and your eyes furrow. that’s quite a bit of information which leads you to conclude that she’s either a royal or a holy knight that is still loyal towards the royal family.

“war, huh? who are they planning to fight? and what’s the reason for this war anyway? is it so important that they would launch a coup and imprison the royals?”

“i don’t know who they intend to fight or what they intend to accomplish by starting a war, but... they’re already conscripting people from the kingdom and surrounding villages, making preparations slowly but surely.”

“seriously?” hawk muttered, aghast at the news.

“damn, that’s rough,” meliodas tucks his hands into his pants, speaking nonchalantly.

“why do you never take anything seriously?” the pig scoffs at him, shooting a nasty side eye.

“but, if they’re planning to start a war, i still don’t see how any of that ties in with the eight deadly sins. they’re wanted criminals and are despised by all,” you fold your arms. “it would be illogical to seek out betrayers of the country, no?”

“no, you’re wrong, if there is any hope of stopping the holy knights, it lies with the eight deadly sins, and them alone!”

“alright, let me get this straight. you’re looking for the eight deadly sins knowing what kind of people they are?” meliodas raises an eyebrow at her. “what makes you think they would provide you with their help. what makes you think they’re even alive? pretty dumb plan, i have to say. but props to you for the effort.”

“the eight deadly sins... they the mightiest, most vile order of knights in the kingdom, composed of eight terrible criminals, each with the mark of a beast branded on their body. ten years ago, they were attacked with full force by all the knights of the realm on suspicion of attempting to overthrow the kingdom and were scattered to the four winds,” she narrates before looking at you three with a blazing intensity in her pale blue eyes, “that’s what everyone says, but i fully believe that what happened ten years ago wasn’t their doing! they wouldn’t have betrayed the country like that!”

“you have a surprising amount of faith in people who were all criminals before being grouped together. everyone should’ve seen their treason coming from miles away. besides, i heard rumours saying they’re all dead,” meliodas scratched his nape. you look down at him. he was intentionally egging her on but for what reason, you’re not sure.

“such amazing people wouldn’t die that easily!”

“again, woman, these guys are criminals. they’re bound to be dead by now or at least caught... and you seeking out their help is a large act of treason, no?”

the relentless interrogation your friend suddenly sprung upon her caused tears of frustration to form in her eyes. she was clearly getting overwhelmed with his questions. “why can’t you understand!? get it into that thick skull of yours it’s the holy knights who are really causing people to suffer!”

you three are stunned to silence at her outburst. her usually soft voice held such strong emotion that it came out a lot sharper and harsher than she probably would’ve intended.

she quickly backtracks. “apologies, i didn’t mean to snap at you… i just got so overwhelmed and— eek..!”

whatever the girl was about to say dies in her throat as the cliffside you four were standing on suddenly crumbles beneath your feet, sending the lot of you pummelling straight to the forest below.

“oh, give me a break!” hawk groans.

“oops, i forgot to confirm if they were the people we were looking for or not. that’s my bad. oh, well, i guess that’ll be three deaths tallied.”

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[solarissttee]

⸻ THE KNIGHT IN RUSTED ARMOUR

₊ ⊹ SYNOPSIS : it’s a relatively peaceful day at the boar hat tavern, booze, food and even talking pigs! nothing could go wrong, right? wrong!! things take an unexpected turn when the rumoured “wandering rust knight,” a supposed member of the eight deadly sins, stumbles into the bar.

CONTAINS . . . (2.6k + words) mentions of murder, sassy!meliodas, taller / older looking meliodas.

WRITER'S NOTE! ✘ : “(n/n): nickname. merry christmas!! think of this as a present ;3.”

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TEN YEARS LATER. NEAR CAINS TOWN.

heavy metal footsteps echo into the early morning, disturbing the calm solace brought by the singing of the of birds. a figure clad in armour treks through an open field, the metal creaks loudly with each step they take, evidence of its poor condition due to rust. a worn out purple cloak is draped over their shoulders, swaying as they move.

they stop walking for a bit to admire the rising sun that has begun to show itself from in between the far away valleys, taking in the breathtaking sight before continuing on their journey.

MEANWHILE… THE BOAR HAT TAVERN.

“here you are, five steins! thanks for waiting!”

a young looking, blond man cheerfully places down five cups of alcohol onto one of the many round, wooden tables in the tavern ; each filled to the brim and slightly overflowing. the bar is bustling with conversations and has a light, peaceful atmosphere, the space devoid of any hostility as men of all ages drink, joke, and eat to their fill.

the door swings open, a soft chime of a bell signalling the arrival of more customers. “hey! got room for more?”

turning his head towards the newcomers, the waiter gives a smile. “how many?”

“a party of three.”

“right over here!” he waves them over, ushering them into the cramped space. turning to another customer, he mutters out a polite “sorry, could you scoot over a bit?”

once everyone is settled in and comfortable, the waiter excuses himself to refill more cups and deliver orders to the cook who was humming a light tune, waiting for the meat pies in the oven to bake.

“for such a young man, he’s a hardworking waiter,” one of the customers remark, smiling drunkenly.

“i concur. these two sure work hard. the food and booze here is great! and so is the customer service! you don’t see that much around here anymore,” another adds in, taking slow sips of his liquor.

taking full offence to being labelled as a waiter, meliodas turns his head back towards the table of men that were talking about him. he lets out a small huff of annoyance, his lips pulled into a pout. “hey, i’m not a waiter, i’m the owner!”

silence ensues. “what?”

“this is my place—“

“ahem.”

he immediately backtracks. “this is our place. the cook over there is my co-owner.” with that, he plods off, continuing on with his task.

the customer’s jaws are slack in bewilderment. they stare at him with wide eyes. “the owners? youngsters like them?”

“no way… they look like they just hit the national drinking age...”

you snort at their presumptions of you both, while meliodas is less than pleased. he shoots you an unamused look to which you respond with a cheeky smile.

meliodas lets out a short scoff, mumbling under his breath about how ‘he couldn’t believe this level of disrespect in his own establishment.’

you watch him, amused, before turning your attention back to the oven. you take out the now freshly baked meat pies and place them on the counter for meliodas to pick up when he’s done with his current alcohol runs.

you take the unbaked ones next to you and slide them into the oven, dusting the flour off your hands afterwards. tapping your foot with a soft hum, it doesn’t take long for your gaze to wander down towards the sack of flour that’s slumped against one of the cabinets. you gauge that it wouldn’t be enough to make even a single pie.

“time to get out the new bag,” you mutter, rounding the counter and step into the pantry to get another bag of flour. you rummage through the dark closet for five minutes, cursing under your breath. did meliodas not get flour like you told him to last weekend? damn it.

heaving out an annoyed sigh at the blond’s forgetfulness, you step out into the bar area once more, undoing the perfect knot on the back of your apron and slip it over your head.

“what’re you doing, n/n?” meliodas turns his attention to you, quirking a confused eyebrow when he sees you’ve taken off your apron.

“i’m going to run to the market real quick, we’re out of flour. you didn’t restock like you were supposed to,” you remark snidely, already halfway to the door. his tan cheeks flood with colour out of embarrassment. so that’s what he had forgotten to do?

“make sure to take the meat pie out of the oven in fifteen to twenty minutes. i’ll probably be back by then, but do so just in case i’m not. and under no circumstances are you permitted to do any cooking. steer clear of the kitchen until i get back. understood?”

“stay away from cooking and take the meat pie out of the oven! you got it! you can count on me, n/n!” he gives you a playful salute, drawing out amused chuckles from the customers.

“i sure hope so...”

unfortunately, it hadn’t been up to ten minutes since you left, and the promise meliodas made to you about staying out of your kitchen was quickly broken.

now, in meliodas’ defence, he really tried to abide by your instructions, he really did! but some customers had started getting fussy about wanting more food. as the owner, he was left with no choice but to comply! and, he did try to tell them that culinary arts wasn’t his strong suit, but they just wouldn’t listen to him! he couldn’t have the tavern’s name go up in smoke!! but, with the quality of his cooking, he wasn’t even sure why he bothered in the first place.

gods, you’re definitely going to make a meal out of him when you get back.

“what the hell is this crap!?”

meliodas stands in front of three angry customers, the food he’d served them discarded on the floor, pieces of the glass plate used sticking out of the chunks of food. he’s already come to terms with his fate. if these guys didn’t kill him, you’d surely get the job done. that was one of your favourite plates.

the three customers tower over him, dwarfing him easily. they all look incredibly pissed too; ready to pummel him into the ground.

“you see, i’m not the best when it comes to making food. that’s why n/n told me not to cook anything. i did tell you to wait ‘till she gets back, but you didn’t listen,” he gives a nonchalant shrug after laying out his smartass response. he was right after all, the other customers can attest to that.

the bigger man of the three fumes more at his statement and picks him up by his shirt’s collar, hoisting him up into the air to be at eye level. “what the hell did you say, you punk!? you wanna die?!”

“woah there, big fella! it was an honest mistake, let ‘im go!”

and just like that, the boar hat’s cheery atmosphere turned sour and hostile in a matter of seconds. the three men argued angrily with the other customers. with the way things were going, the customers were teetering on the verge of a bar fight breaking out.

‘sheesh, tough crowd,’ meliodas sulks, still hanging in the air.

“hey! what’s with all this damn racket, you big oafs!?”

everyone quiets down immediately, their attention shifting to see who’d spoken. the tavern goes quiet as they’re met with... a talking pig?

“what the hell are you imbeciles screaming for, huh!? and why is there food all over the floor!?”

“the— the pig... it’s talking!”

“don’t get surprised by every little thing! you see, this is why i hate hillbillies!”

meliodas turns to the pig with a grin, wriggling out of the tight grip on his collar. “hawk, just in time! i need you to help me clean the floor!”

hawk clicks his tongue in disdain, trotting closer to the scene. “why do you even need me for this? and where’s y/n?”

“she’s out right now.”

the pig sighs and inspects the food, grumbling. “there’re glass shards in there. i’m not eating that.”

“oh, come on,” meliodas rolls his eyes, “what’s a little bit of glass?”

“if you don’t think it’s such a big deal, you eat it then!” hawk huffs, annoyed.

“so damn dramatic. you’re our scraps disposal for a reason, hawk.” the blond scoffs quietly, walking into the pantry to grab a broom to clean up the food himself.

pretending not to hear his comment, hawk tilts his head up to look at the ones responsible for the ruckus. “oi, you three. this moron can’t cook to save his life. if he tells you to wait ‘till the cook gets back, you wait ‘till she gets back! don’t complain unless you want to end up with food poisoning!”

huffing, the men set their table back upright before sitting down, embarrassed to have been scolded by a literal pig whilst muttering about the terrible customer service.

once everyone is back at their tables and the floor is clean once more, meliodas serves another round of alcohol to lighten up the mood. however, just as he sets down the last cup, the tavern door violently swings open, damn near taking it off its hinges. in the doorway is a man hunched over and panting, sweat dribbling down his face.

“my fucking door—”

“i—i saw it...!” the man’s voice comes out panicked and rushed, barely getting the words out with how hard he's breathing. everyone looks at him curiously and meliodas ushers him inside, albeit still salty about how hard he’d opened the door. he then goes off to get the poor guy a drink.

“i’m positive that what i saw, was the wandering rust knight!”

the silence is loud at his confession for a few minutes before it’s broken by drunken laughter. the newcomer shrinks in his seat out of embarrassment. maybe he should’ve just kept his mouth shut...

“the wandering rust knight? what’s that about?” meliodas sets a cup down in front of the newcomer, tilting his head curiously.

“it isn’t anything to worry about, just some silly tale to scare children into behaving,” another customer waves it off, downing the rest of his drink.

“if you keep misbehaving, one of the eight deadly sins will come for you in armour that’s rusty from blood!”

a few hearty laughs are drawn out from the joke. meliodas, however, looks as clueless as ever. “the eight deadly sins?”

“yeah. haven’t you heard of ‘em, son?”

“i’m not your son,” meliodas mutters, annoyed at the way they’re babying him. nevertheless he admits to not knowing the group just mentioned.

“well, that’s a surprise, they’re pretty well known. they’re on the wanted posters, those ones over there,” the man nudges his head over to the board that had the wanted posters of the eight criminals, their names lining the bottom of their faces.

“i think it was about ten years ago? that big fracas where dozens of holy knights who had gathered across the land were all butchered during the kingdom’s founding celebration. it was a blood bath. these eight deadly sins were the bastards who did it. they say that the way the holy knights’ grand master himself was killed was too gruesome to look at.”

“the former king was out of his mind for arranging a faction of criminals in the first place. the old coot really set himself up.”

“yeah! those guys were a threat to everyone! not to mention that their captain and vice captain, meliodas and y/n, are the scariest of the bunch. they say those two have brought down whole countries. monsters, truly.”

the blond nods in understanding at their explanations. “sounds interesting. have they been caught yet?”

a tense silence follows.

“well? have they?”

“...no, not a single one of them...”

“ah, that’s a problem then, isn’t it?” he cocks an eyebrow, subtle amusement swirling in his eyes. “i mean, if they’re sooo dangerous, then surely they should be behind bars, right? it’s already been ten years, hasn’t it?”

“i—i... well... yeah, it’s a huge issue. but, some of the rumours i’ve heard say they’re all dead.”

“they’re dead, they have to be. the new holy knights wouldn’t let them live.”

“oh, please. the same holy knights that can’t even catch petty thieves these days? yeah, right.”

“don’t say things like that, you’ll get yourself beheaded!”

“it’s the truth, though! they’re all incompetent, good-for-nothing assholes!”

“how dare you! the holy knights are the ones who’re keeping the kingdom safe while that damned queen is doing who knows what? it makes me wonder why we didn’t just have old bartra take his last breaths on the throne.”

“you talked about me getting beheaded for saying the damn truth about those good-for-nothing holy knights, but you’ll go ahead and talk about the queen? go fuck yourself!”

“you bastard—”

the bar becomes rowdy again. words are being thrown now, each man was recounting the rumours he’d heard and using it to counter other claims. the varying information being shared had greatly dampened the atmosphere, creating tension.

‘after i got them to settle down too,’ meliodas rolls his eyes at their behaviour, salty about how things were going but wouldn't complain. the gossip was too good to pass up anyway.

“but... this wanted board is updated every year,” the newcomer butts in nervously, “wouldn’t that mean that they’re not dead or even caught yet?”

“what the fuck did you just say?”

“think about it! if the eight deadly sins have been caught and put down, why are their wanted posters still up? it’s been ten years already and the holy knights haven’t even come close to locating these guys!”

everyone goes quiet at his words, leaving the question to hang in the air for a moment before the awkward silence is broken.

“whatever, man... all this talk of a knight walking around in rusted armour is kinda farfetched, right?”

“y—yeah, it’s crazy...”

a quick change of conversation is made to brush off the possibility that the eight deadly sins haven’t been caught and put down yet by the kingdom’s oh-so-competent holy knights. there wasn’t any evidence they could use to refute that claim, it made too much sense.

idle chatter fills the room once more. meliodas takes note of how the tension seems to have increased. it takes a few minutes and two more rounds of alcohol before everyone begins to loosen up again. it’s peaceful for about thirty minutes; people are making jokes again, some are even singing songs. they’re all terrible and off key, but it’s the fun the counts, no?

however, loud, heavy, metal footsteps make their way towards the tavern, alerting the bar owner and the customers that someone was coming towards them.

“it’s probably a holy knight. maybe they heard the shit-talking you did earlier,” one man snickered drunkenly, nudging the guy next to him.

“this smell... it’s rust...” hawk mutters. meliodas looks down at him, then back at the door. he unconsciously grasps the hilt of the dragon looking sword on his back, having a bad feeling about the approaching knight.

the door slowly creaks open and standing in the doorway is a knight in full armour, a strong smell of rust accompanying their entrance. they wobble into the bar, making the customers freeze up in fear at the realization that this wasn't any ordinary holy knight.

“the eight deadly sins...”

their voice comes out ragged and in broken pants, their helmet muffling their voice greatly.

“t—t—t—the wandering rust knight...!” the men shriek in unison, and immediately scramble to their feet and run out of the boar hat. some were screaming, others crying and coming close to pissing themselves as they bolt down the hill in fear of their lives.

you had been coming back up to the tavern, two bags of flour slung over you shoulders. you stare in confusion seeing the customers run out, yelling about some ‘wandering rust knight,’ and how he was going to kill them all.

you take cautious steps towards the tavern and peer inside. right before your very eyes, in the middle of your bar, was a knight in rusted armour. it seems that all the rumours were true after all.

you watch as meliodas flips himself over the counter, taking brisk steps towards the mysterious figure that had let themself into your bar.

“who the hell are you?”

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what if instead of heathens i posted an academy!au series to get back into writing 🧐

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guys, i’m really sorry, but the requests that i haven’t gotten to will likely not get done 🙂‍↕️ it’s fun taking requests but i’ve been stressing over them so much that i can’t even bring myself to write anything. i also have the series i’m trying to work on as well. i have to prioritize that as well as other aspects of my life such as my education because this slump has found its way into my school work. i hope you guys understand where i’m coming from. for now my requests will be closed and i’ll be focusing on writing heathens and maybe some other works as well. sorry ..