#elizabeth x meliodas

[ghoulishfrk]

PAIRING — WARNINGS — WORD COUNT!

〘 Meliodas x Reader x Elizabeth | spoilers | ~ .3k words 〙

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ੈ ✮ ˳ Lulus Notes :: repost, requested by an anon

╰ Damn, you got in a relationship with one of the demon princes AND the princess of Liones/a goddess? You lucky as hell

╰ Prepare to be teased relentlessly by Meliodas. That man does not give up until you’re stuttering and blushing worse than Elizabeth

╰ They’re both very observant lovers. They’re quick to notice changes to your looks, personality, or mood.

╰ Meliodas brings up the changes he notices rather casually in conversation. Elizabeth prefers discussing it in private.

╰ Meliodas is not allowed to care for either of you if you’re sick. He’d probably make you two get even sicker.

╰ Meliodas would love to train you/with you if you wish to get stronger.

╰ He’d still worry about you on the battlefield lol

╰ Elizabeth is constantly worried when either of you fight. She trusts you both and knows you’re strong, but she can’t help but worry.

╰ If you can’t cook, y’all have to rely on Ban and others.

╰ Cuz neither Elizabeth nor Meliodas can cook to save their lives

╰ If you can cook tho, then you’re the one cooking outta the three of them lmao

╰ Meliodas is the biggest on PDA

╰ Elizabeth gets extremely flustered with even just a hug

╰ Meliodas says a lot of sexual jokes and remarks and how lucky he is to have two sexy partners

╰ If you tell him you’re uncomfortable, he’ll immediately stop

╰ Or Hawk will headbutt him in the stomach first lol

╰ All in all, very good partners, 10/10, would recommend

[dxncingwithastrxnger]

Family of Wrath

[meliodasuke]

"Meu pequeno diabinho.."

[ravewoodx]

seven deadly sins chapter 001

[aesthetically0b5essed]

personally i don't think elizabeth and meliodas had it that bad

[nunnimushka]

Redraw my cuties from manga🤲

[princess-sof-time]

Moonie-chan is here to bring you another wild and silly request 😉✨

Could you write for Meliodas, King, Ban (Nanatsu no Taizai) and Naruto, Hinata and Rock Lee(Naruto) (if you want to add someone else its okay, i will love to read more of it!) with a S/O that has a lot of scars in their body for a past almost deadly experience but is something that doesn't bother them more, like reader had already made peace with their past so they do jokes about it casually or has the silliest and unreal excuses to explain their scars when someone askslike joking

I love your requests Moonie-chan!

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• Meliodas, the captain of the Seven Deadly Sins, looked at his S/O with a mix of admiration and curiosity. Their body bore the marks of a past that had tested their strength and resilience. Scars, like battle-worn trophies, adorned their skin, serving as a testament to their survival. However, what truly captivated Meliodas was their lighthearted approach to these marks, turning what could be seen as reminders of pain into a source of humor.

• One evening, as they sat together, Meliodas couldn't help but ask about a particularly prominent scar. With a mischievous twinkle in their eye, his S/O launched into an outlandish tale involving a daring escapade with mythical creatures. Their words flowed effortlessly, painting a vivid picture of a fantastical encounter that had left them marked but unscathed. Meliodas chuckled, recognizing the playfulness behind their words, and joined in the whimsical storytelling, adding his own embellishments to the tale.

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• King, the Grizzly's Sin of Sloth, observed his S/O with a tender gaze. Their scars, scattered across their body like delicate brushstrokes, fascinated him. He was well aware of the immense strength and resilience it took to bear such marks. Yet, what truly enamored King was their ability to embrace their scars with lightheartedness and humor.

• One afternoon, King found himself drawn to a particularly intricate scar on his S/O's arm. With a gentle smile, he asked about its origin. Much to his surprise, they responded with a whimsical tale involving a mischievous fairy and a grand adventure through enchanted forests. Their eyes sparkled with mirth as they spun a tale that left King both in awe and in stitches. Their ability to weave humor into their past wounds left him with a profound admiration for their resilience and strength.

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• Ban, the immortal bandit, watched his S/O intently, his gaze tracing the contours of their scars. His own body bore the marks of countless battles, but the scars etched upon his S/O's skin held a different significance. These were the remnants of a past filled with near-death experiences—a testament to their indomitable spirit and unyielding will to survive.

• Curiosity piqued, Ban playfully inquired about the story behind a particularly long scar. Without missing a beat, his S/O launched into an elaborate tale involving daring heists, ancient curses, and legendary treasures. Ban's laughter filled the air as he recognized the familiar twinkle of mischief in their eyes. Their ability to make light of their scars and transform them into tales of adventure only deepened his admiration for the person they had become.

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• Elizabeth Liones, a gentle and compassionate soul, found herself inexplicably drawn to a unique individual. Her significant other possessed a body adorned with scars, reminders of a past brush with mortality. While these marks would evoke concern in most, the reader had embraced their scars with a lighthearted spirit, using humor as their shield.

• Their casual and playful nature, mixed with a touch of mischief, led the reader to respond to inquiries about their scars with the most absurd and outlandish explanations. When someone curiously asked about the origins of a particularly prominent mark, the reader would flash a mischievous grin and spin a tale about wrestling ferocious dragons in faraway lands or engaging in daring adventures that defied the laws of nature.

• Elizabeth found herself enamored by their S/O's remarkable ability to transform their past struggles into a source of amusement. She admired the reader's strength, both in enduring their ordeal and in finding the courage to embrace their scars with joy and resilience. Their vibrant spirit complemented her own compassionate nature, forging a bond that transcended the physical realm.

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• Naruto, the spirited shinobi, regarded his S/O with awe as he observed their scars. Each mark told a story of battles fought and hardships overcome. It was a testament to their unwavering strength and resilience in the face of adversity. But what truly amazed Naruto was their ability to bring levity and humor to the scars that once held painful memories.

• One day, as they strolled hand in hand, Naruto's curiosity got the better of him, and he playfully prodded his S/O about a particularly unique scar. With a mischievous grin, they launched into an outrageous explanation involving ninja cats, exploding watermelons, and a mishap with a particularly aggressive squirrel. Naruto laughed, the sound echoing through the streets as he recognized the playful nature behind their words. In that moment, he couldn't have been prouder of the strength and joy they brought into their lives, scars and all.

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• Hinata Hyuga, with her gentle demeanor and unwavering determination, found herself captivated by the spirit of her S/O. Their body adorned with scars, remnants of a harrowing past, only served to further ignite Hinata's admiration for their strength. Although the scars were a reminder of the battles fought, her S/O had made peace with their past, embracing life with a lightheartedness that was contagious.

• In the quiet moments shared between them, Hinata witnessed her S/O's resilience manifest in the most unexpected ways. Their scars became a canvas for their witty and outlandish storytelling, weaving tales so fantastical that laughter spilled from Hinata's lips effortlessly. From encounters with legendary beasts to duels with mythical warriors, their imaginative explanations left both of them dissolved in laughter.

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• Rock Lee, with his unwavering determination and unyielding spirit, admired his S/O's scars as symbols of their resilience. Their past had shaped them into a warrior, not defined by their wounds but empowered by them. As their relationship flourished, Lee discovered that his S/O possessed a unique ability to find humor even in the face of adversity.

• With a mischievous twinkle in their eyes, his S/O would concoct the most outrageous and exaggerated tales to explain their scars. From daring escapades atop towering mountains to epic battles against otherworldly creatures, their storytelling brought a lightheartedness that resonated with Lee's own zest for life. Together, they reveled in the joy of laughter, turning the scars of the past into badges of courage and absurd tales.

[spro-o]

CW: kinda suggestive ig?? intentions are wholesome, trust /gen

anyways, Melban/Elilaine qpr brainrot my beloved :3c

[tellerficraz]

Short boy is in love with a goddess.

Who he was not allowed to be with.

The goddess reincarnates every so often without her memories.

She has an adoptive father figure.

He has met her in all her reincarnations.

She has suffered for him.

And the two fought side by side and then were punished by the gods.

• Left - Seven Deadly Sins (2014) Meliodas & Elizabeth

• Right - Saint Seiya (1986)

Seiya & Saori

[v-era-18]

Earth's Armor

{Meliodas x Black! Reader}

Prologue: Fabric and Ale

‘Lady Earth is rumored to be very selfless with beauty beyond imagination! Plus, I heard she can kick ass!’- Princess Veronica Lioness

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The winter was harsh and unforgiving this year in the kingdom of Lioness. Crops and stock were not scarce due to the prosperous spring they had earlier that year, yet many mouths were unfeed. There truly wasn’t much that could be done with the poor, as the many arguments nobles pointed out. However a certain maiden did the impossible, each night a new form of shelter would be built outside of town. In payment for the homeless silence of the maidens' identity, they provided them food to last for two months if rationed properly. 

‘No one is going to starve this winter.’ was the promise of the savior many wanted to give their lives to. Word quickly reached the castle, from the mouths of knights to the ear of servants; The king wanted to thank the maiden personally for their assistance, it wasn’t everyday a heroine would emerge giving hope to the people. King Bartra didn't send out a search however, due to the fact he already knew who the maiden was rescinding inside the castle walls. The young woman pushes herself too much really, if the Sins were to find out-the leader would be very displeased. 

Laughter emerged within the left wing of the castle, the girl's giggles could be heard outside the room as two guards stood beyond the door. The three princess teased and chatted, Veronica was currently having her hair brushed as she sat in the maidens lap. 

Elizabeth sat patiently waiting her turn, it was no secret that the young girl felt drawn to the woman. Each night the lady would tell her stories, in the morning help her get dressed, and even played outside with her when she had time. Her sisters sometimes joined in of course, but when it was just them she felt as though it was meant to be.

“Lady (Y/n),” Veronica spoke getting the lady’s attention. The woman hummed telling her to continue, “There’s been a story circling around the castle, about a woman that resembles Lady Earth.”

“Lady Earth?” Elizabeth questioned. 

“Yes, there’s a story centuries old about a young woman that one day emerged from the earth as a peace offering to restore balance among all races,” Margaret informed, as she placed the book she’d been holding down. Her eyes sparkled in memory of the old tale her father told her so many times before, “Skin brown and soft as soil, her heart was clear and still as a pond, pure as her voice of wind.” 

Elizabeth turned to lady (Y/n) with a smile, “Like you lady (Y/n)? Are you too sisters?!” 

The lady broke out into a bubbly laugh, “Who knows,” She finished the last section of Veronica's hair drawing it up into a nice bun, “Maybe we are, simply separated at birth.” 

Veronica felt the bun, pleased with the hair out of the way. The young girl switched positions with Elizabeth, much to the girl's pleasure. (Y/n) soon went to work on Elizabeth's hair, brushing through the silver tangles from a long day of adventure outside. She made sure to dip the brush into warm water before adding attention to each section needing to be groomed. Margrete and Veronica watched patiently, awaiting the moment the maiden would be done with their sister's hair. 

“Do you think we'll get to meet Lady Earth?” Margaret questioned, she played with the spin of the story (Y/n) would read to them in a few moments for bedtime, “I want to see her. I've heard so many stories from Father about her kindness and beauty.” 

The lady hummed for a moment, poking Elizabeth's cheek a bit in a teasing manner; an instruction for her to stay still. The young girl got a bit too excited sometimes with stories, hence why she waited till they were in bed before reading. 

“I believe you can when all three of you are older, but I must ask-why do you wish so much to see her?” (Y/n) questioned, she found the conversation amusing from the three girls she practically raised from time to time. She had grown close to all of them, making sure they studied, properly dressed, and took aim to be the best queens Lioness had ever seen. 

There were moments where they called her ‘mom’ by mistake and they all had to apologize afterwards. They honestly couldn’t help it, she mothered all of them. One time she went as far to scold three knights for not watching Elizabeth and Veronica properly when they both fell off the bridge. It took a certain captain to get the lady to show mercy unto them, Barta was actually going to allow the punishment-but thought better of it when all three men were hung upside down by vins for ten hours. 

An excited giggle erupted from Veronica, “Lady Earth is rumored to be very selfless with beauty beyond imagination! Plus I heard she can kick ass!”. A scolding frown made its way on the maidens face, letting the princess know she didn't approve of the language used. However there was a twinkle of amusement within her brown eyes. 

“That language is not becoming of a lady, little knight. Though I must say I'm amused you brought looks into your reason, fighting is more up your alley.” The maiden laughed lightly, Veronica puffed out her cheeks in pout. Her tomboyish nature was an enigma to many formal women, however to (Y/n) she encouraged the behavior. She even went as far to train her in the early hours of the morning with the basics of sword wielding. 

“Fighting is exciting! It’s not my fault others can’t appreciate it!”

“I know little knight. Just remember patience is a virtue even among those who fight.” (Y/n) finished brushing Elizabeth’s hair with a smile. 

The three princesses camored together in Margaret's bed for the night. It was a tradition for them to switch between rooms to fall asleep in, sometimes (Y/n) would join them in bed if she was tired enough. Although she did stress her dear friends when they had no notice of the occasion. They simply worry too much on her behalf. 

“If I were to meet her, the first thing I would have her speak about would be her adventures she had,” Margaret's smile was more on the childish side this time to the lady’s pleasure. As the eldest it was rare she had these moments, but in (Y/n)s perception as a child she has as many of these moments as they can. “Or she can grow me my own GARden of roses!” 

Veronica stuck out her tongue in dissatisfaction, “A rose garden? We already have tons of gardens in the kingdom!” The second eldest stood on the bed, piping her fist in the air. “What I think we can agree on is that she needs to be the captain over the holy knights!” 

“Don’t be ridiculous!” Margaret snapped, “Gilthunders father is in charge! And is amazing at what he does!” 

“The old man can drop dead-”

“Veronica.” 

The girl was instantly silenced, her cheeks grew red in embarrassment from what she was about to say. She knew it wasn’t right to say those things, but she honestly wanted to see women in the field more than men. It was disappointing that she didn’t have that many figures to look up to. 

“Apologize this instant.” (Y/n)'s tone was firm, showing she had no room for disagreements. 

“Sorry…,” Veronica really did mean it. The princess settled back underneath the covers beside Elizabeth who was watching the whole ordeal silently. She seemed to be thinking hard either after she would need or want from lady earth. 

“I think I’ve got it!” Elizabeth exclaimed. The girl's sisters glanced at her, both exchanging a look of wonder and excitement. Their sister after all was a simple girl, she didn't ask or require much from others, only attention and mutual affection. 

“Oh,” (Y/n) tilted her head, “and what's that?” 

“I would give her a hug!” The youngest princess smiled, “She’s done so much for others without asking for anything in return she deserves it!” 

(Y/n) paused for a minute and let out a bright laugh, it was filled with warmth, causing the three girls to smile, “Oh but I know she would do that for you with pleasure Elizabeth! Are you sure there’s nothing else you would want from her?” 

Elizabeth shook her head, “No! That is it! She does enough as is.” 

“Really? Out of everything to ask for just a hug?” Veronica said, “Couldn't you just ask for something more useful-”

Margaret punched her sister in the arm silencing her sister, “That's a wonderful request Eli! I'm sure lady earth would appreciate it!” 

“Really?” The smallest princes asked. 

“Of course,” (Y/n) chimed in, “Everyone knows you give the best hugs my angle.” The lady wrapped her arms around the small girl in an embrace before giving her a soft kiss on the head. The girl giggled happily in response.

“Now,” The maiden clapped her hands softly, “Let's get started with that story shall we. Then it's off to bed.” 

The castle halls were quiet as she made way back to the sins chambers. If she played her cards right she could sneak out again without the others knowing and build one more shelter to make sure everyone is okay. The last shelter was big enough for the rest of the homeless to reside in but it wouldn’t hurt to build one more just for future matters. Maybe she could add a section solely for the children to sleep separately from the adults, she already had women sleeping with the children but it wouldn't hurt for the mothers to sleep a night by themselves. 

The door creaked and groaned as she entered the common room, and as expected no one was there. This time of night her friends were either out drinking or turning in for the night for their next assignment. She missed them greatly, but the princesses would distract her until their return. She allowed herself to relax, her shoulders slumping from keeping the posture of a proper maiden. She couldn’t wait to take off her corset-.

(Y/n) recoiled back in shock as she ran into the invisible field that surrounded her, it wasn’t till after she collided with the barrier was she able to sense her other comrades. She damned herself for not double checking like usual. 

“Oh you’ve done it this time buttercup. Captain got real upset after we heard where you’ve been sneaking off to.” Ban emerged from the other side of the pillar, his words held no malice, only disappointment and concern. 

“Oh? And where have I been sneaking off to exactly? Don’t tell me you found out about my secret lover?” The maiden feigned innocence. 

“You have a lover (Y/n)?! And you didn’t tell me?!” Diane finally exposed herself, her lips pouting displaying her hurt expression, “I thought we tell eachother everything?” 

“Not everything apparently,” King floated over in front of the barrier, he bore a serious expression, much like Ban his eyes spoke volumes, “She felt the need to sneak around without consulting us first.” 

She bite her lip, “You all would’ve said no-“ 

“For good reason,” It was Merlin this time. The enchantress waltz over to the perfect cube casted around their fellow comrade, a frown lacing her lips. “You know you’re supposed to be resting your powers, any more strain on them and you’ll end up sick again.” 

(Y/n) felt a frown make way upon her plump lips, her frustration was rising, “The kingdom's people were starving. Did you expect me to do nothing-?!” 

“Enough (Y/n).” 

The maidens mouth closed quickly at the words spoken from the corner of the room. She watched the feared captain-the sin of wrath make way down the stairs and towards her. Meliodas rarely got upset with her, he would sometimes talk her down from ‘spontaneous’ decisions or often decided to help when he saw she wasn't going to back down. 

Emerald green eyes met Brown, a silent conversation had seemed to start between the two causing the other Sins to tense considerably. Gowther analyze the situation taking into account of the captain's feelings towards the woman and how he might go about her punishment, it wouldn’t be a harsh one-just one to get the message across. 

“You told me you were staying with princesses late at night,” The sin of wrath started, the maiden decided the painting near Diane was more interesting to look at, “I had to find out from three other men on the street about what you had done. The symptoms of fatigue you seemed to have after producing so many crops from enriched soil that the winter can't produce-” 

“In the beginning, yes I was fatigued,” She locked eyes with him once more, this time challenging, “but after three shelters were built my powers no longer struggled-they in fact improved.” 

He simply shook his head, “And what if it hadn't improved? You're still at risk of pushing your magic to the max! You could've at least had Merlin go with you to watch, but instead-you decide to risk your life without even thinking about the consequences-” 

“I was fine-!”

“This time! But what about the next?!” Meliodas questioned in a growl, “Are you going to push your powers till there's nothing left of you?!” 

Ban exchanged a look with King, the two looked at their captain with worry. They both obviously knew of his feelings towards the woman, hence why they thought he should’ve stopped why he was ahead. At this rate the argument would escalate. 

“If it means another person gets to live then so be it!” 

The room grew deathly silent after the maidens' statement, the sins were ultimately shocked with her proclamation, Gowther especially didn't see it coming. Meliodas' form shook slightly, Ban almost felt compelled to say something on her behalf but didnt know what to say. 

“(Y/n), do you understand what you just said?” Merlin questioned carefully, the lady strode forward and stepped between her and the captain, wanting eyes on her. “We all know things could’ve gone south for you with your magic being unbalanced, dire consequences would ensue. Even the possibility of your death.” 

Diane gasped, “That-that’s not true is it? (Y/n)’s magic couldn’t possibly kill her could it?!” 

Merlin didn’t answer, only staring down at the maiden; her dearest friend, “Be honest with us (Y/n).” She stepped closer, eyes staring hotly at the girl's smaller form, “Do you want to die?” 

The girl paused for a moment before a sad smile graced her plump lips. 

“Does one’s embers burn the entire night?” 

~ ☀ ~

The village streets were busy with noise and laughter of its people. Stalls and stores were filled with each turn and glance of an eye. The afternoon was nice, the sun provided warmth from the breeze rustling the leaves, and the sweet waft of pastries filled the air.  

Three men however stuck out like a sore thumb; A red jumper and red tight pants caught the attention of many ladies walking by, a boy floating on a green pillow had many children gasping in awe, and finally a short blonde haired man walked in the middle, he seemed to be focused with the task at hand. 

Red eyes glanced to the right, spotting a shop with  dresses and clothes adorned in front of the windows. The man scanned the clothes quickly, the stitching, all the way to how the fabric seemed to be made from love. He swiftly turned the other way, catching the attention of the other two who followed without question. 

Pins were pressed between plump lips as (e/c) eyes focused on the hemmed cuffs of the boy's pants. Philip was a short boy, his brown locks framed his round face nicely, where his hazel eyes were easy against the autumn sunrise. He was growing a bit, hence why his father brought him in for new clothes. 

(Y/n) loved it when the children were regulars, she always found it exciting to see them grow into young men and women that would one day contribute to many things in the world. 

Dalton watched the woman with alluring eyes from where he sat, he had a good view of where she crouched before his boy leading his imagination to run wild. Like many men in the village the father was guilty for wanting the lady to himself. As a single father, it was important that Philip had a mother figure in his life. And a mother figure is what he was determined to provide. 

“You’ve been growing a lot I see, soon you’ll be too big for me to help you anymore.” (Y/n) pouted, teasing the little boy. 

Philip gasped, shaking his head, “N-no! I’ll always need lady (Y/n)’s help! Who's gonna help me tie my shoes so I won’t trip and fall?” 

The lady giggled in response, “I’m sorry love, but I won’t always be here to tie your shoes. Plus I’ve taught you numerous times, have you already forgotten?” 

A shake of a head was the response, “no, I just need you to here in case I make a mistake in towing them. It hurts when I fall down and scrape my knees, plus the other kids pick on me when I fall.” 

A hum left her lips as she pinned the fabric in place, “And what have I told you to do about bullies?” 

“To throw stones at their heads?!” The boy shouted in excitement. 

“What?!” Dalton laughed in disbelief.

“N-no that’s for them hurting you! I mean when they say mean things.” 

Philip hummed, seeming to think hard to remember what the lady told him to do. A gasp left his lips in remembrance, “To let them wallow in their self pity?” 

(Y/n) smiled and pinched the boy's side, Philip giggled in retaliation, “exactly, they only want to steal your joy to make them feel better about themselves. So remember,” the woman places a chaste kiss against the boy's cheek, leading another giggle to leave the child’s lips, “your joy is yours, don't let anyone take it from you.” 

Dalton's face turned determined, his eyes filling with adoration and lust for the woman treating his son as if he were her own child. Yes, she was the woman he needed within their home, he needs to ask her now. 

“Speaking of joy-“ the man’s voice was cut out with the ring of the store bell drawing his attention from the sight before him. Dalton bristled a bit watching the three men enter the shop with ease, what threw him off was the intense waves of power that radiated off of them. It was intimidating and left his nerves on edge, any man who would’ve been in his shoes would’ve left immediately not wanting trouble. But he wouldn’t waver, his determination setting in. 

“Welcome in!” The lady chimed without turning around, she pinned the last hem of the boys dress shirt and would soon get to hemming once they were gone. “I’ll be with you in just a moment.” 

The man in the red get up smiled, it was wide with excitement, “We’re in no rush buttercup take your time.” 

The woman froze for a moment at the familiar voice behind her. She could feel all of their magic combined, the feeling felt euphoric, she hadn’t seen or heard from them in so long. However, she felt at peace here, that was her only dilema. 

“Miss (Y/n)? Am I able to look now?” Philip's voice cut through the tension in the room. The maiden looked back up at the little boy with a wide smile before nodding. With an excited smile the boy hopped down before rushing to the changing room. 

Dalton chuckled at his son's antics before turning to the lady beside him, “They grow up fast huh? Soon he’ll be taller than me and an even better man” 

(Y/n) nodded in agreement, “It feels like a pain knowing that I won't be able to see the children grow up as I want to,” The man in the red jacket turned to her back slightly before continuing through the shop pausing at another pair of pants snatching them off the hanger. They were exactly his size. 

The man chuckled lightly, taking his chance slowly, “You know miss (L/n), I'm surprised you don't have any children of your own,” The other men came to a halt in the shop, hearing the tone of the man's words, The blonde peeked his head out from the isle of lady undergarments, one that the fairy had silently begged him not to go to. “Any man would be lucky to have a woman like you.” 

(Y/n) felt her face flush slightly at Dalton's flirtation, she wouldn't lie the man was handsome. However, he had dark brown hair, clearly not the bright blonde she remembers from her repressed memories, meaning he wasn't her true mate. “O-oh, is that so Mr. Landar-” 

“Dalton,” The male uttered, “I've never liked formalites between us, in fact it feels a bit foreign dont you think-” 

A bell went off at the desk causing the two to turn their attention. In front was a blonde haired male, a foot taller than Phillip, with an area of nightgowns in his grasp. Dalton couldn't help but feel a tad bit irritated that a customer had interrupted his flirtation with the maiden, after all it was going so well. 

“Mr-I mean Dalton if you would..,” 

Snapping out of his daze the male gave a forced smile, “Y-yes of course, you do have a business to look after,” the man stepped aside as the woman made her way to the front desk, paying attention to her light steps of grace and posture. It was like watching a goddess in disguise, Miss (Y/n) never wore shoes-they were deemed constricting and hurtful upon her feet. So in her store she made sure to sweep the floors frequently throughout the day, to keep it clean. 

The maiden stared down at the shorter male, his smile wide as he held the nightgowns up to the counter for her to take. She stared a bit at the area of them, the diversity of lace and trim on different shades of green. One of them was her favorite, a sage green nightie with white lace trimming for straps and along the bodice. “How can I help you sir? Did one of these catch your eye?” 

The blonde nodded, “Yes! You see the maiden I'm getting these for loves the color green, I'm trying to see which one would be best for travel yet relaxation!” 

(Y/n) hummed softly, playing along, “Well the dark green one would be a good choice in concerns of travel, but for comfortability I would go with the emerald. Silk is good for the skin and the doubled layered fabric is perfect for the cold nights,” Her words were indeed true for the nightgowns. The dark green was tripled layered with thin fabrics for the cold and heat, but it might be deemed slightly uncomfortable for bed due to stiffness. However, the male couldn't help but notice her eyes shifting back to the sage green, the one she could see herself twirling in the mirror to. 

“What about this one?” The blond held up the sage green nightie, he felt the fabric before looking at its opened back portion, “Are you sure she wouldn't like this alot better? I bet it would look nice against her skin and its silk, yea?”

The maidens lips twitched a bit upwards, “Ah, yes, that one I spent three days on, handmade. It reminded me of lily pads from a certain forest. I'll be sad to see it go, but I know your maiden will be a lucky woman if you decide to buy that one.” 

“I see…, well then! I'll get this one-” 

“Ms (Y/n), I'm done!” Phillip rounded the corner, his clothes had suited him very well, from his brown slacks to the nice white shirt she sewed him. A wide smile emerged on the maidens face in response, coming from behind the desk to hoist him up on her hip, “Do I look nice?” 

“Dear your gonna knock the other maidens dead when they see you,” 

The boy cocked his head to the side, “Like my dad?” 

The woman sputered in embarrassment, She could feel the men's eyes on her, “Y-yes, just like your father.”

“Then can we have you over for dinner this afternoon Ms. (Y/n)? My dad caught a deer yesterday, he heard it was your favorite!” 

(Y/n) smiled widely turning to Dalton, the man was shuffling on his feet slightly-cheeks turning pink, “You hunt deer Dalton?” 

“On occasions, my father was more skilled at it though,” He stepped forwards with a hopeful smile, “I'm glad I paid attention, hoping to win over a maiden such as yourself.” 

The maiden hummed, slowly putting Phillip on the floor, “Is this your way of attempting to court me?” 

“Is it working?”

“This man is bold,” The man in red whispered to his floating companion. 

The male on the pillow scrunched up his nose watching the interaction, “I know, I'm surprised Captain hasn't kicked the man out of the store yet.” 

“He's got a kid with him, you know buttercup loves them. Who knew a man would use his son to pull her heart strings.” 

(Y/n) shared a long look with Dalton before finally answering, “You know what you have to do to truly win me over?” This caused the men to take a step back, evil smiles appearing on their faces as the blonde male went back to the women's aisle looking for a lingerie set for the maiden to wear. 

“What is it? For you , I'm willing to do anything.” 

‘Here we go’

“Fight me,” (Y/n) smiled. 

Dalton's face scrunched up in surprise and mortification, “Excuse me? I think I heard you wrong. Did you just say-” 

“I said if you want to win me over,” The maiden stepped forward, her voice becoming sultry, “You have to fight me.” 

The man stared at her baffled, but she didn't laugh or falter on her words. The maiden was serious with her request, the other men in the shop were not surprised, simply waiting for the man's response so they could close the shop. 

“Well, are you gonna do it or what?” The red eyed male cut into the awkward silence. Dalton turned to the man in shock , whereas (Y/n) since the first time arrived busted out in a fit of giggles. The male was confused at this point with how the maiden could want a man to do such a thing, sure he had heard of female holy knights but he was expecting the maiden to be a lot more soft and feminine than anything. 

“Ban,” The fairy hissed. 

“What?” Ban shrugged, “He said he was willing to do anything. Even though we know he won't win.” 

“I'm not fighting her,” Dalton's words were firm, yet he shot a pleading look to the woman in front of him, “Please (Y/n), are you sure there's no other way.” 

The woman shook her head giving a sad smile. 

“I see,” The man's posture deflated, before digging in his pockets and pulling out a yellow envelope, “Here, I truly hope you do find a man worthy of you Ms. (Y/n). Just remember our door is always open if needed.” 

“Of course,” The maiden took the envelope before crouching down to the young boy, she had expected him to be sad instead he was all smiles, “I hope to see you again soon Phillip-” The boy wrapped the maiden in a hug cutting her off. 

“I hope to see you again too Ms. (Y/n)! Take care!” And with that the two males left hand in hand a bag filled with clothes for the young boy. 

(Y/n) went to the shop door waving them off, before locking the bolt and turning the shop sign to ‘closed’. It was a bit early in the evening to do so but she knew better, that was the last item she would sell for a while. With her former captain merging in the shop it could only mean trouble was on the horizon. 

“Baaan,” The maiden whined, “Did you see the look on his face? He was so handsome too!” All she got from the sin of greed was a boisterous laugh before she was pulled in a secure hug. 

“Don't be so upset buttercup I'm sure there will be a man up to the challenge soon,” Ban looked back over to his best friend, who was hauling a suitcase behind him, “He’s a lot closer than you think,” He muttered to himself. 

“I don't understand how he thought he had a chance anyway,” King floated over, his expression bored at the thought of the man, “He couldn't be able to give you the luxuries of what you want and need out of a proper husband.” 

(Y/n) cocked her head to the side, “You guys didn't come here just to discuss my horrible dating life did you?” 

“No, we didn't,” Meliodas came up behind the maiden, she stiffed for a moment feeling his hand on her rump, “But while we're at it, we could possibly discuss our date this weekend-” The blonde was smacked hard enough to be send flying in ara of an amount of coats. King and Ban cringed, the first day back after not seeing her for so long this was what their captain decided to do in greeting. 

“That's not how you ask Meli,” (Y/n) crouched before him before a soft green glow limited from her hands healing him, “Although a nice purchase of that nightie might help.” 

King blushed, feeling as though they were intruding, “Should we let them be?” 

“Nah, you know she doesn't like public displays of affection too much, we're in the clear,” Ban responded. 

“ Alright, what's the situation,” The men watched the woman lift her hands slightly, using her powers to clean the store, putting clothes in bags and arranging quilts in a pile. This was what she had built of herself while they were gone, a business. By the actions that she was doing with taking the many clothes of the hangers and placing them in boxes it was telling that she was coming with them willingly, but she had a bit of loose ties to finish here.  “I felt a shift not too long ago , I figured it was the sins getting together, but I didn't know why.” 

“Elizabeth has asked for our help,” Meliodas answered swiftly, he opened the trunk for her, allowing her magic to do the folding and placing, “The king of Lioness needs us as well as its people. There's something bigger going on, and it'll be so much more convent to have you come along.” 

(Y/n) faked a pout, “And here I thought all of you came because you missed me,” Meliodas was quick to smile, taking the maidens hands gently  before giving a soft squeeze. It was moments like this she missed with her friends besides the many missions they ensued for the kingdom's protection. 

The image of the small princess she raised flashed in her mind, causing her smile to widen. It had been so long since she'd seen her last, since she had said goodbye in a haste before her memory of that day was wiped and she found herself here in a village. She left the princesses behind, it was her responsibility now to make up for it anyway she could. 

“Well,” The maiden huffed, “Who’s gonna help me deliver all these quilts and clothes before we depart, hmm?”

[ivyllamauwu]

Elizabeth ate so hard it’s not even funny.

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haven’t made anything for them recently so i slapped this together

dedicated to @ivyllamauwu my wife

based off this

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2. i wanna be so much more

A/N: Hey, guys!! Sorry this took so long!!! My focus has still been kinda shitty, plus I’ve gotten really busy and I shall continue to be a bit busy for the next week or two, but I’m still gonna try my best to get chapters out for you guys!! I’m working on this story, plus my other Trilance au annnddddd I may or may not start up another au that’s only focusing on Melizabeth, but I’m not sure if that’ll be sometime soon or not, it all just depends. Either way, I hope you guys like this chapter!! Ngl, I’m unsure about the first part of this chapter. It was written over a few days and it’s kinda foggy for me, I gotta read through it again, but I have no idea how good the quality of it is, so I hope it’s not too bad!! Happy reading!!

Pairing(s): Meliodas x Elizabeth, one-sided Tristan x Lancelot (you’ll see what I mean)

Summary: Prince Meliodas celebrates his birthday and two new visitors from the Fairy King’s Forest come to Liones. Lancelot meets people apart of his parents’ history and lays eyes on someone who makes his heart race in a way he’s never experienced before.

Tag(s): Mainly just fluff!! Also some of that ✨gay panic✨ and sexuality crisis starting up, lmaooo

Song Inspiration: Juliet By Cavetown

Word Count: 6,037

Not beta’d, all mistakes are my own.

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"Melly, slow down! You better not let father see you running like that!" Margaret scolds from behind him.

Meliodas laughs, unconcerned, as he skids his feet and slides across the floor until he stops right in front of the dining hall doors. "It's fine, Maggie. You worry too much." He tells her.

"It's improper behavior for a prince, especially of your age." She informs him as if she hadn't already said almost the same exact thing to him millions of times in the past.

The blonde-haired man rolls his eyes. "I feel like I'm allowed to be a little improper on my own birthday." He points out, pushing open the large, ornate doors in front of them, stepping aside to let Margaret through.

The lilac-haired woman softens, smiling fondly at him. "I suppose you're right." She cups his cheeks for a moment. "Happy birthday, little brother."

Meliodas' face twists and he brushes her hands off. "Hey, quit it with that." He turns and walks into the room. He tries to act irritated by it, but the smile that lights up his face in response makes it difficult and he knows that his sister will see right through him, anyways. "Thank you, sister." He tells her before picking up the pace and jogging over to his spot at the table, right by his father and across from where Margaret will be sitting once she reaches the table.

"Meliodas! Happy birthday, son!" His father exclaims, reaching out to give the younger man a hard pat on the back.

Meliodas jolts forward and winces, the downside of being the smallest person in the family, but he shakes it off immediately and gives his father a grin. "Thank you, father." He says.

Margaret sits down right as their food is brought in and Meliodas' favorite breakfast is placed right in front of him. "Any plans for the day before your party starts tonight?" His sister asks him curiously.

"Any new friends you'll be inviting to your party?" His father asks him, trying not to sound too hopeful.

Meliodas answers his sister's question first. "Not really much, but there is this new tavern in the kingdom, right outside of town. I stopped by there for a moment last night just to say hi and it seems like a nice place-"

"Last night? When last night?"

Meliodas cringes, realizing his slipup. "Well, see, Grandmaster Hendrickson seemed a bit distracted, so I just wanted to give him the rest of the night off-"

"Brother!" Margaret says in a gasp.

"Meliodas." His father says in a disapproving tone, before sighing. "It's your birthday, so I'll let this slide for now. But next time you have sword training with one of our Grandmasters, I expect you to actually stick to it. Both Grandmaster Dreyfus and Grandmaster Hendrickson are very busy men who have dedicated their time to keeping our kingdom safe and protected and I would appreciate it if you showed them both the respect they've earned." The king lectures his son.

The blonde nods, giving the older man an apologetic look. "You're right, father, I apologize. I'll stay on task next time and stay through the whole training session." He assures.

"You better." And then the man smiles again. "Now. What about this new tavern?"

"Right!" Meliodas lights up again. "The tavern itself seems really nice and I met the owner as well." Elizabeth. "And I was wondering. Tonight, for the party, maybe we could invite the workers there to come serve some of their ale? We could pay them afterwards instead of the people attending paying for it themselves. It would be a good way for them to promote their business and it would certainly keep the people happy. I can talk to the owner today when I head over there." He tells them.

"Hmm. Well, it's certainly not a bad idea. Especially since I've heard that the representative that the Fairy King is sending is a very big fan of ale. Do you think they'd say yes?" His father asks.

"I'm sure she'd at least consider it." He tells them.

As he starts eating, he hears nothing but silence from the other two people with him and he looks back up, brows furrowed. Both his sister and his father are looking at him with surprise. "What?" He asks.

"She? This tavern is owned by a woman?" Margaret asks, a hint of teasing in her town.

"Well, yes, but-"

"Anything we should know about you and this tavern owner, Meliodas?" His father asks him, that hopefulness slowly coming back.

Meliodas flushes. "It's not like that, we just met last night and I thought she was really nice." And absolutely gorgeous, but that's besides the point. "I don't have any new friends, father, but if that changes, I will let you know as soon as I do. You know that." Meliodas assures.

The king sighs. "Yes, I know." He chews a bite of his food and swallows before continuing. "I'm sorry for my eagerness, Meliodas, but I'm really not getting any younger, you know." He points out. "But I'd rather wait a little longer rather than force you to marry someone you have no feelings for."

Meliodas nods. "I know, father. And trust me, you have no idea how much I appreciate you allowing me to find my own wife. But also, it wouldn't be taking so long like this if certain someones hadn't decided to just dump the responsibility of the entire kingdom on me." Meliodas says pointedly, narrowing his eyes at his sister. He tries not to feel too bitter about it, but Meliodas really feels that it's a bit unfair. He loves Margaret and Gilthunder dearly and becoming king won't be the worst thing in the world. He just wishes he'd at least had a say in the matter.

Margaret gives him an apologetic look. "Look, I know it isn't an ideal situation, Melly, but Gil and I really feel that the titles of King and Queen don't suit us, it's not how we want to spend the rest of our lives together." She explains.

Meliodas shrugs, giving her a bright grin. "No worries, sis, I'll be fine. As long as you and Gil are happy, then I have no problems being King." He tells her reassuringly. Despite his other feelings about it, he tells the truth. His sister and his best friend deserve happiness and he likes that he can help them get it.

"And you have nothing to worry about, either." His father speaks up. "You, my son, are going to be an incredible king. I have no doubt about that." The older man smiles affectionately at the blonde.

"Father is right, brother." His sister agrees.

Meliodas turns bashful, looking down at his food as his cheeks turn pink. "Thank you, father, sister, I'm glad to have your support." Both of them find amusement in his reaction to their compliments, his father chuckling and his sister giggling. He huffs slightly and continues to focus on his food, enjoying his breakfast with his family.

~*~

Two hours later, Meliodas walks up to the Boar's Hat tavern, knocking lightly on the wooden door. It's early morning, so he's almost certain they aren't officially open yet. He just hopes that Elizabeth is alright with him stopping by outside of business hours. He doesn't plan on staying long, as he doesn't want to intrude. He's just here to ask her about his party tonight and then he'll be on his way. It takes a long moment for anyone to answer and he's just about to knock again when the door finally opens.

He blinks in surprise at the person standing right in front of him now. It's not Elizabeth, but a man who looks eerily similar to her. He's got the same silver hair and wears it long, almost to his elbows. He has two different colored eyes, one green and one blue and he's wearing a light blue, sleeveless tunic with white trousers and yellow boots with a silver trim over them. Huh. He shoots the man a grin. "Hey! I'm Meliodas. I know you guys probably aren't open right now, but I wanted to discuss something with the people who work here, if that's alright." He greets kindly.

The man visibly swallows and he looks a little surprised, something else in his expression that Meliodas can't quite place. But then the silverette in front of him shakes his head slightly and his face softens into a kind smile. "Welcome to the Boar's Hat tavern, your majesty, c'mon on in. Luckily, you've caught all of us gathered together." He opens the door and holds his arm out to gesture Meliodas inside. The prince steps in and the door closes behind him. He sees Elizabeth sitting at the table closest to the center of the room along with a magenta-haired woman, three mostly empty plates on the table.

"Oh, I didn't mean to interrupt your meal. I can come back at a better time if you guys would like." Meliodas says apologetically.

"Oh, no, you're fine!" Elizabeth tells him.

"We're almost done anyways." The woman beside her says.

The silver-haired man takes a seat at the table where it seems he was sat before and the unknown woman holds her hand out to Meliodas. "I'm Veronica. Elizabeth's sister and the one and only chef of the Boar's Hat." She introduces herself.

Meliodas reaches out and shakes her hand. "Nice to meet you! I'm Meliodas, one and only Prince of Liones." He tells her. "Sister, huh?" He looks to Elizabeth.

Elizabeth smiles. "Yes, older sister, believe it or not."

"Huh. Good to know." He turns to the last person in the room that he hadn't been introduced to yet. "What about you?" He asks curiously.

The man looks up, seemingly startled. "Huh? Oh, uh, I'm-I'm Tristan. I'm the waiter, usually. And she's my mom." He says, nodding at Elizabeth.

Meliodas' eyes widen and he chokes on the air he's in the middle of breathing in. "M-mom?" He looks between the two.

Elizabeth gives him a small smile. "Yes, Tristan is my son."

Meliodas shakes his head. "But you look so-"

"Young?" Elizabeth raises an eyebrow at him. "Don't you dare go asking how old I am. Didn't anyone ever tell you that it's rude to discuss a woman's age?" She questions in a teasing tone and Meliodas flushes.

"Oh, n-no, no, n-nothing like that at all, I-I wouldn't dare be so rude!" Meliodas says quickly, mentally cursing himself for stuttering so much as heat fills his face. And then it all seems worth it as the most beautiful sound he's ever heard comes from the woman. Her laugh is like a gift from the goddesses themselves, the sound like music to his ears, and suddenly all he wants to do is make her laugh like that again.

When Veronica clears his throat, he realizes that he had been standing there and doing nothing but staring at Elizabeth in awe. He shakes his head, the heat on his face spreading to his ears as Veronica speaks again. "So, what is it you need to speak with us all about?" She asks him.

"Oh, right!" He smiles at each of them. "So, hear me out. Tonight, there's going to be a big party at the castle. And I was wondering if you guys would not only attend, but I was thinking you could bring a few barrels of ale for everyone. I was thinking of it mainly as a way for you guys to promote the business since you just got into town and rather than guests paying you, we would. A-and you wouldn't have to work the whole night or anything, you'd be able to enjoy the party. And! You can totally say no i-if you'd like to, I mean-"

"Meliodas." Elizabeth cuts his rambling off, placing a hand on his shoulder, and he jumps slightly. "That sounds like a wonderful idea. We'll be there."

"I mean, it's more money for us and I'll never say no to a good party." Veronica says, shrugging.

"Great! I can't wait to see you all there, then!" Meliodas exclaims.

"It's your birthday today, isn't it? Is that what the party's for?" Tristan asks and Meliodas gives him a confused look. "I-I heard from, uh, the holy knights that I, uh, met last night."

"Oh! Do you mean Gil and the others? I ran into them here last night as well!" At Tristan's nod, Meliodas nods as well. "Well, yeah, it is my birthday today. But I didn't want you guys to say yes just because it's my birthday, you know?"

Tristan shrugs. "Don't worry, whether it's your birthday or not doesn't change our answer, we'll be happy to go either way." The man smiles at him and so do Veronica and Elizabeth, nodding in agreement with Tristan. Seeing all three looking at him like that makes a strangely familiar and warm feeling bloom inside him and part of him feels the urge to run away from it. He smiles softly and thanks them before quickly coming up with an excuse to head out and leaves, trying his best to shake off the uncomfortable familiarity he'd felt just a moment before.

~*~

"Man, they better have some good ale at this fancy party of theirs. Leave it to Harlequin to send me to socialize with some stuffy royals."

"Didn't you volunteer to go?"

"Yeah, but that was before I knew I'd have to actually talk to these people. I thought I was just gonna scope it out to see if it's safe and then he would come and do all this shit." The white-haired man sighs softly and kicks at the dirt below him as the two of them stop walking, the town of Liones before them.

Lancelot shrugs. "I'm just glad I get to come along." He admits.

"Yeah, I guess that's one good part of it. 'Bout time I got to take ya on a trip outside of the forest." His dad reaches over and musses his hair with a grin.

"Dad!" Lance groans and ducks away from his dad's hand and the older man just chuckles.

"Oh, hey! Look at that!" His dad looks to something behind Lance. "There's a tavern over there, I think I'll head in and check it out. You comin'?"

Lance looks at the tavern and then at the other places around it, considering. Then he spots the woods behind the tavern and his eyes light up. "No, I think I'll go explore the woods a bit, actually." He tells him.

His dad gives him a look. "I bring you into town and you go right back into the woods?" He asks.

Lance grins. "The woods are fun! You can find anything in there!" He says excitedly. "I'll explore the town later!"

The other man rolls his eyes. "Alright, go have fun in the woods, kid. Meet me back here in about two hours, yeah?" Lance nods and his dad heads towards the tavern while Lance himself heads towards the woods.

The blonde hums softly to himself as he enters the woods, reaching one arm out and letting his hand brush against the bark of a tree. As he starts his walk, he looks around at all the plants and flowers growing along the forest floor and recites information he knows about each one in his head. Sparkella Mushrooms - Can be ground up to make an extremely flammable substance, mostly used in potions and not very good for eating. Violet Jewel - Flowered vines, not used for much but works great in flower crowns. Golden Maple - Great for cooking, best in desserts due to it's sweet taste, one of mom's favorites because of it's pretty golden-orange color. He stops and picks a few blossoms to give to her when he returns home, placing them in the bag over his shoulder.

Lance comes to a stop as he reaches a bundle of sapphire wisp, sky blue flowers that are in the rose family. It had always been one of his personal favorites and he bends down to take a closer look at it, but he frowns when he realizes that the flowers are starting to wilt and droop down. He looks around the area. Sapphire wisp usually only grows near water, it needs soil that's constantly wet or damp. As he looks closer at the ground in front of him, he notices that just on the other side of the flowers, there's a trail of ground that's sloped inwards, like water used to be there.

He stands up and looks left, then right. He tilts his head to the side slightly, listening. He thinks he hears the faintest tinkling of water off to the left and he turns and walks in that direction. After a few minutes of walking, he finally finds it. There's a small stream that's been blocked off by a fallen tree branch. Without hesitation, he lifts the branch up and tosses it to the other side and all the water that was being held back immediately rushes forward and fills the stream once more. He walks back to the flowers and crouches down, holding his hand out as red magic lights up his hands.

A small orb of water the size of his palm floats up out of the stream and towards him before hovering right above the flowers. Then his other hand lights up as he brings it level with the orb and the orb forms into four separate ones before he moves his hand down slowly and the orbs turn into downward streams, curving around the flower as they slowly seep into the soil. "Revitalize." He whispers, and a soft red glow surrounds the flowers before they come back to life, half-dead petals stiffening and straightening back out, their beautiful color returning and gorgeous green leaves sprouting from the stems. He stands and smiles down at his work, nodding once before walking forward and jumping over the stream, following it left again, continuing his walk past the branch from earlier.

About an hour later, he's deep into the forest and ready to turn back around and head out again to meet up with his dad when he suddenly feels another energy nearby and he freezes. If he'd been paying enough attention, he would've noticed sooner. Whoever it was is very close, and their energy is strange, one he's never felt before. In a puff of pink smoke, he becomes a red fox, trotting forward slowly and carefully. He approaches a large tree and starts making his way up it, doing his best to make as little noise as possible. As he stops on a high branch and looks below him, he finds a large clearing on the other side of the tree. It's filled with wildflowers and the sun shines brightly within it, a break in the canopy of leaves allowing the light to flood through.

Lance's bright red eyes scan the clearing for the person he felt and when he finally lays on them, he freezes. Right in the middle of the clearing, laying in a bed of flowers and tall grass, is a boy that looks to be around the same age as Lance himself. His first thought is that the boy is absolutely beautiful. Lance has never thought of another boy as beautiful before. But standing there on that branch, it's the only description that comes to mind. The boy looks peaceful and content, eyes closed and a soft smile on his face. His long silver hair pools around his head, his bangs laying gently above his eyes. The sun shines down on the boy as if it's drawn specifically to him, bathing him in nothing but warm, golden light. Lance looks on in awe at such a sight.

The little fox takes a moment to focus on the boy's energy. It's not fairy or human and clearly this isn't a giant he's looking at. He tilts his head curiously. There's something dark about the aura surrounding the boy, something that sends a shiver through his entire body, but there's something else mixed in that's completely different. It all just makes Lance even more intrigued. He wants to know this strange, dark, beautiful boy. Then the wind blows and a leaf blows in front of his face, interrupting his vision. He blinks and remembers what he had been doing before, realizing he really should be getting back to his dad now. He looks at the boy one last time, swearing to himself that he'll come back sometime before he goes back home in hopes of seeing the boy again.

He makes his way down from the tree and starts following his previous path back, staying in his fox form to make things easier on himself. Every so often, he feels for the boy's energy, memorizing it in a way, until he's too far away to do so anymore. A little while later, he switches back into his human form at the edge of the woods as he sees his dad coming out of the tavern he was heading to earlier.

"Lance!" His dad waves him over quickly and Lance would be worried if it weren't for the almost excited look on the other man's face.

"What is it, dad?" He asks curiously as he jogs up to him.

"There's a couple of people I want you to meet, come on!" He guides Lance back to the tavern and tugs him inside. The place is nice. There's five tables around and a long bar at the back of the room, across from the entrance. Behind the bar on one side appears to be a kitchen and the rest of the space is used as a place for ale and mugs. There's a few people around, but not many, which isn't very surprising for the time of day.

"Lizzie!" His dad calls out. Lizzie? Who's that?

"Oh! Is this him?" A woman asks, and that's when he notices the short, silver-haired woman behind the bar, cloth on top of her head and braids at the front of her hair. She looks familiar somehow but he can't quite place her.

His dad nudges him forward and the two of them finally stop right in front of the bar. "Damn right, it is." His dad says, then looks to him. "Hey, you remember that story, right? About your mom and I way back?"

Lance's brows furrow as he racks his brain. "Uumm, which one?" He asks slowly.

"The one with the demon." His dad replies.

"You mean the one where a demon came and almost killed you and mom and completely destroyed the entire Fairy King's Forest?" Lance's head tilts slightly.

"Yeah. Yes, that one. But you remember the rest of it, right?" At Lance's nod, he continues. "Well, kid, this is Elizabeth, and-" His dad turns towards the left slightly right as a woman with a short, magenta-colored bob walks up. "This is Veronica." His dad introduces.

The blonde blinks at the two for a moment before it finally clicks, and his eyes widen. "Wait, so you mean these two are-?" He cuts himself off, realizing he isn't sure if it's common knowledge or not. Veronica grins and Elizabeth gives him a warm smile, her eyes flashing orange for a moment before going back to their normal blue. He gasps softly. These two women are goddesses. Some of the very last ones left. Not only that, these goddesses are two of the people that helped save his parents. He remembers the story clearly now. When his mom and dad were laying at the top of the sacred tree, barely alive, arguing over who would drink the last of the fountain of youth and live, three white-winged saviors came and rescued them. Healed them both and killed the demon, then helped save the still burning forest as well. Their names were Veronica, Elizabeth, and Tristan.

"Isn't there a third one of you?" Lance questions, looking around but only seeing customers enjoying their time.

Elizabeth nods. "My son, Tristan. But he's not here right now, he's out doing who knows what. Enjoying his free time, hopefully." She explains.

His dad chuckles beside him. "I still can't believe I never realized he was your son back then. Now that I think about it, it makes so much sense with how similar you two look." He says.

"Well, it's not like the kid was around much before we left." Veronica pointed out.

"Yeah, that's a good point, he seemed real off. What was that about?"

Veronica and Elizabeth stay silent and exchange a look, then Elizabeth turns to answer Lance's dad. "Tris just wasn't doing the best back then, is all. He had a lot going on." She gives a sad smile that says there's way more to the story, but then she turns to Lance and her face changes into a much warmer expression. "So, you're Lancelot, yes?"

Lance nods. "Yeah, that's me. It's really awesome to meet you both, I've heard a lot about everything you did for my parents." He says sincerely.

"Eh, just doin' our job, kid." Veronica shrugs.

Elizabeth shakes her head at the other woman. "It's wonderful to meet you as well, Lancelot. Your dad's been telling us a lot about you." She then turns back to his dad. "And I really can see so much of Elaine in him, you certainly weren't exaggerating, Ban." Lance's face warms slightly in embarrassment at being the center of attention.

"I told you, didn't I? Fucking spittin' image." His dad says.

"He looks just as much like you, though, bandit." Veronica tells him and his dad just shrugs.

"Well, we gotta get goin', the people at the palace are expectin' us anytime now. Is Tristan gonna be at the party tonight, too?" He asks.

"Yes. As far as I know, he intends on going as well, so you'll get to say hi to them there." Elizabeth tells him.

"Great! Maybe you and him will get along." He looks to Lance as he says this.

"Oh, I hope so. I can't wait to meet him." Lance says. Then both men say goodbye to Veronica and Elizabeth and make their way out of the tavern, heading straight for the castle stretching high above everything else.

~*~

"Penny for your thoughts, your majesty?"

Meliodas immediately turns in the direction of the voice. "E-Elizabeth, you made it." He says.

She smiles softly at him and walks to his side, placing her elbows on the balcony and looking out at everything. "Of course I did. I told you I'd be here, didn't I?" She asks, looking at him again.

Meliodas takes her in, watching the way the setting sun reflects off her shimmering, silver hair that he's seeing for the first time without a cloth in it. The flowing yellow top she wears suits her so well, seeming to brighten her entire aura and bring out the blue of her eyes even more. "Did you doubt I would?" She speaks up again when he stays silence.

"Wha- Oh, no, not at all. I knew you'd keep your word." Meliodas tells her, mentally shaking himself. "Are you enjoying yourself so far?"

"Oh, I'd say I am. We haven't been here for very long. But it's very lively here and it's good to be with good people." She turns and looks back into the ballroom. "Though I do wonder if Ban and Lancelot will be here soon." She muses.

"As in Sir Ban and Lancelot? Our guests from the Fairy King's Forest? You know them?" Meliodas asks.

Elizabeth looks back to him. "Oh, yes. I just met Lancelot today, but his parents are old friends of ours. Veronica, Tristan, and I spent some time in the Fairy King's Forest a few years back." She explains.

"Woah, really? What was it like?" He asks in amazement. He's never been much of anywhere outside of Liones, and especially not to somewhere like the Fairy King's Forest. Though he does hope that will change soon, as long as the fairies agree to become allies of the kingdom.

"It's a very beautiful place, quite magical, though I suppose that's to be expected." Elizabeth says with a bright smile. "The fairies are very kind people as long as you mean them no ill will. Some of the kindest I've ever met. Ban told me Liones wishes to open up communication with them, to become good friends and allies?"

The blonde nods at her. "Yes. We're hoping for that, at least. Today, we'll just be enjoying the party, but tomorrow is when Sir Ban and my father will sit down and talk about some things. If this visit with Sir Ban as representative goes well, then we'll meet the Fairy King himself next."

"Oh, wow. I didn't realize that anyone even knew about the Fairy King's Forest nowadays." She says.

He gives her a soft smile. "Not many people do. Father didn't really know much about it until he had a vision about it, and the fairies themselves. He foresaw that the Kingdom of Liones and the Fairy King's Forest will help each other greatly in the future." He frowns slightly. "Despite father's visions never being wrong before, I can't help but be uncertain on whether or not this alliance will happen. Sir Ban doesn't seem to like us very much." Elizabeth giggles and he looks at her in surprised confusion.

"There's no need to worry about Ban. He just takes awhile to warm up to people most of the time. And I guess the castle isn't his usual scene, so he may not know how to act around you both yet. The city is quite different from the forest." She points out.

"Yes, I suppose that's a good point. I just hope I can find a way for him to feel more comfortable soon." Meliodas replies sincerely.

"I'm sure you will." Then she leans down much closer to him. "Maybe I can even put in a good word for you." She whispers, winking at him before standing back up and Meliodas feels his face heat in a fierce blush.

"Th-that would be-" He clears his throat. "That would be wonderful, th-thank you." He tells her, trying to force his cheeks to cool.

She grins at him then, eyes teasing and amused. "I thought so. Now, I need to go check on Tristan. I'll see you again in a little while, yes?" She asks.

"Yes. Y-yes, definitely." He confirms. "Oh, a-and tell Tristan hello for me, please."

Elizabeth nods. "I'll be sure to pass on the message." And with that, she turns and walks back inside the castle, leaving Meliodas alone on the balcony once more.

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"Miss Elizabeth, hey!" Lance says cheerily.

"Oh, Lancelot, hello again." She greets him. "And just Elizabeth is fine, please."

"Nah, Lizzie. We taught him manners for a reason, might as well let the kid use 'em." His dad pipes up from behind him.

"Uh, I very specifically remember mom teaching me manners, so I have no idea where that "we" part is coming from, dad." Lance teases the older man.

"Oh, really? So that's how it is, huh?" His dad grins at him.

"I don't know, Ban, he seems to have a good point. I don't think you've ever had manners to teach in the first place." Elizabeth raises an eyebrow at him.

The white-haired man places a hand over his chest with a face of mock hurt. "Jeez, Lizzie, and I thought we were friends."

"Oh, but don't you know, Ban? Ellie's nice to everybody. If she insults you, that's how you know she likes you." Veronica pops up beside Lance.

"Does that make you the opposite, then, Ronnie?" His dad asks.

"No, Veer just doesn't let anyone know who she does and doesn't like and everyone just has to guess." Elizabeth answers for her.

Lance is about to speak up again when his attention is drawn elsewhere. Across the room, he sees a boy that he swears is the same boy that he saw in the woods earlier that day. He's wearing the same clothes and has the same hair, those same bangs settled over his forehead. He heads towards the boy without a second thought, following him to the long table of food laid out to the side of the room. As he walks, he feels for the boy's energy, that same strange energy he felt earlier. And there it is, darkness formed around whatever else it's mixed in with, confirming that he's right in the identity of the one he's walking towards.

He stays back a little bit, not wanting to get too close at first. The boy surveys the options in front of him thoughtfully as Lance observes him. After a few minutes, Lance steps forward, right beside the boy. "You know, I've heard the rice balls the chefs make here are some of the best in all of Britannia."

The boy turns to him immediately and Lance is stunned before he even opens his mouth to reply. His eyes. Not just one color, but two. His left eye is a vibrant green and his right eye is as blue as a sunny day's sky. Lance didn't think it was possible for the boy to be even more beautiful than he already was, but clearly he was wrong. And then the boy speaks. "Are they really? I guess I have to try them, then, since this is only my third day here." He replies, a brilliant grin on his face. Despite the darkness in his aura, the boy radiates warmth, shining on Lance just as the sun had shined on him earlier today in the clearing. All Lance can do is nod as the boy turns to grab a couple of the rice balls, just as he said he would.

Lance then darts away, making his way to the complete other side of the room before the boy even turns back to him. He slips out of the ballroom and into the hallway, pressing his back to the wall and taking a deep breath. He closes his eyes and tries to slow his rapid heart rate as he questions why it's beating so fast in the first place. Then a certain pair of multi-colored eyes flash through his mind and his eyes snap back open. He thinks of the way the boy had looked at him, the grin his lips had tugged into as soon as he looked at Lance, and he feels a flutter in his stomach at the memory. In the back of his mind, he knows exactly what this feeling is, but...he's never been so affected by a boy before. What does this mean?

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A/N: How was it?? Please, let me know what y’all think!!! I’m having a lot of fun with this alternate, swapped around versions of characters, and I especially love writing out Lance’s soft boy self. I’m also having some fun playing around with people’s powers and abilities, which I haven’t gotten to do before. Next chapter will switch back to Tristan and Elizabeth’s pov!! I hope you enjoyed this one!!

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