#✮ ˛˚ 𝐇𝐄𝐒 𝐖𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐄𝐒 ​✮ ˛˚

[eveningstxrr]

✮ ˛˚ 𝐒𝐄𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐀𝐆𝐀𝐈𝐍 ✮ ˛˚

synopsis: the second holy war is in full swing now, following meliodas’ betrayal and his decision to become the demon king. with the help of the goddess clan’s four archangels, the sins and knights of liones are ready to take on the demon clan and get their captain back. however, it seems that there’s a lingering tension between the leader of the archangels and the sins’ vice captain.

content warning: angst, fluff, mutual pining, the reader is the ‘sin of deception’ and the sins’ vice captain, lowercase intended.

author’s note: somewhat a continuation of dark red. ludo is such a silly little guy, i love writing for him.

word count: 4.8k

✮ ˛˚ 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 ✮ ˛˚

HEAVY FOOTSTEPS ECHO THROUGH THE HALLS of liones’ royal castle. a holy knight stumbles over his feet as he runs, sweat dripping from his brow and onto the deep red carpets lining the marble floor.

“your majesty! we have a situation!”

upon hearing his cry, bartra liones slams open the doors to his bedchamber, heart thumping in anticipation for the message to be delivered to him. he prayed it wasn’t the worst, given their situation. “what is it!? are the demons attacking again!?”

“no, sire, the holy knights and citizens of liones who were abducted by the demons are back!”

the king’s heart nearly stopped from the news. “how… did this happen?”

“according to eyewitnesses, they all showed up suddenly as if by magic. they appear to be completely free of the commandment as well!”

bartra releases a sigh of relief, “i see! they did it!”

the knight blinks in confusion, then it clicks. “then, you mean it was…”

“yes! but we can’t just stay here. we must hurry!!”

loud cheers erupt from the holy knights, everyone of them bore wide smiles. “we welcome home liones’ heroes, the eight deadly sins and princess elizabeth!!”

“i knew i could count on the eight deadly sins and my precious daughter!! you’ve rescued the hostages and brought them back safe and sound!” the king praises jovially, his arms open to engulf the silver-haired princess in a hug.

“but father, camelot is still being occupied by the demons,” elizabeth states sorrowfully.

“be that as it is, you’ve all done well! but, i see you’re missing a few men. pray tell, where is your captain?”

bartra turns his attention to you. you don’t miss the way diane’s face falls when meliodas is brought up.

“gowther has been badly injured, unfortunately. meliodas and ban are attending to their own things at the moment."

“i see… hm?” the king trails off when his gaze flits to elizabeth’s eyes, noting that they’re not their usual baby blue but a gold hue with triskelion symbols replacing her pupils.

“elizabeth… your eyes!”

she looks over to you, and when you give her a nod of encouragement, elizabeth gives the king a smile. “there’s something i wish to speak to you about, father.”

“a—alright…”

the moment is ruined by another knight frantically calling out to the king. bartra turns to him, inquiring what he has to say now, quite passive aggressive, too.

“sir gilthunder has returned, and with him is princess margaret!”

gilthunder looks crestfallen as he trudged up to the king. he apologizes for causing trouble but is reassured that he has nothing to be sorry for.

you and elizabeth, however, flinch at the presences that had accompanied him and the two former holy knight grandmasters. one thing was for sure, that was not princess margaret. unassumingly, the king questions the men behind his daughter, wondering if they’re new attendances of hers.

“i hate to say this, your majesty, but that isn’t the princess,” you speak up, drawing his attention to you.

“what are you trying to say, lady y/n?”

“she’s right, father. well, the more accurate way to describe this situation would be that someone is controlling my sister’s body,” elizabeth glares at the three figures.

“long time no see, lady elizabeth,” margaret’s voice cuts through the air, but the smirk she bore was a far cry from the princess’ nature.

“it seems the curse of reincarnation put on you by your mother, the supreme deity, still endures.”

“ludociel.”

all eyes flit towards you the moment you call out his name. the archangels tense, all three of them staring at you with their jaws hanging. ludociel swears he feels his soul leave his body for a brief moment.

how in the good name of the supreme deity were you alive? the archangels feel sick to their stomachs. they know they should be happy, after all, you were alive and well! but they couldn’t help it. is this some sick and twisted joke? that would be believable if it weren’t for the fact that they knew the feel of your magical power. it was practically ingrained into the very marrow of their bones.

however, this should be impossible. three thousand years ago, they had seen your corpse with their very own eyes. you were dead, no doubt. ludociel kissed your corpse for crying out loud! he watched as you and mael were cleaned up to be buried, so there’s no way...

they take in your appearance, you’d grown a lot more in height in the past three thousand years, and they could clearly see you’d gained some muscle as well. but, the one thing that stuck out to them, was the large python tattoo on your right shoulder that extends down to your forearm, inked in crimson. a branding to show that you are a proud member of the eight deadly sins, an order of criminals, sinners.

it’s quite ironic, during your glory days as your mother’s heir, you were referred to as the pinnacle of light, but now, you’ve been reduced to the sin of deception. a true fall from grace to grass.

hendrickson notices the shift in their demeanour. the unease that rolled off the archangels was reminiscent of the way the ocean waves would roll off the shore of a beach. and it wasn’t just him, too. anyone with eyes and half a brain could tell something was up.

“watch your mouth,” your words are stern and authoritative, your dark eyes taking on a gold hue as well, matching the other four goddesses in the room with the symbol of your clan, effectively taking a good number of people by surprise.

“big sister…” elizabeth is surprised at how you’d spoken to him. she notices the slight tremble of your hands, but doesn’t dwell on it too much. something clearly happened between the two of you, a fight possibly. but still, it’s odd for you to address him so coldly, after all, it’s no secret that your relationship with the leader of the archangels is— or well, was (she doesn’t know if you’d broken things off or not)— quite romantic.

the tension that begins to brew in the room is so thick you can chop it with the dullest knife in the boar hat’s kitchen. and if anyone is more shocked at how bold you are to talk down to the leader of the four archangels, it would be hendrickson. he knows you’re not the kind of person to tolerate people’s bad behaviour, but this is a whole new level of brazenness!

“i—if that’s not margaret, then who…?” bartra is the first to break the uncomfortable silence. he’s more worried for his daughter than the situation at hand to be honest.

“as you’ve heard from her highness, i am ludociel, the goddess clan’s archangel of flash.”

“same deal. tarmiel.”

“me too. sariel.”

the three reveal their identities concisely, washing away any doubts with the manifestation of their wings. the fluffy white feathers scatter around them, giving off an alluring aura. an image fitting for goddesses.

“ludociel? that godawful goddess?” diane whispers to king, a bead of sweat rolling down her cheek in worry. she took notice of him referring to you as ‘her highness,’ but doesn’t mention it.

“and he’s taken princess margaret as a vessel out of all people…”

hushed whispers of awe erupt as the knights look on, mesmerized. but bartra is quick to determine how detrimental the situation is for his eldest daughter as he recounts what had become of his brother when the lance corporal had been incarnated into his body.

“what do you intend on doing with my daughter!? give her back at once!”

at the king’s order, ludociel replies with a nonchalant, “margaret offered up her own body. would a parent disregard his child’s decision?”

smug bastard.

“you needn’t worry, your majesty,” hendrickson steps forward to reassure the king, “as long as sir ludociel is within her, princess margaret is safe.”

“b—but...” the king is uncertain in trusting the druid’s words. after all, this is the leader of the four archangels, no doubt he would be taking his daughter’s body into battle with the demons.

“even an attack by zeldris of the ten commandments is nothing before sir ludociel’s might!” hendrickson boasts, a wide grin on his face.

“and most important of all, when the holy war starts up again, the power of the four archangels will be indispensable! please understand, your—“

dreyfus cuts off his friend with a hard smack to the back of his head, dragging him off somewhere to give him a good scolding for his rash statement. you heave a sigh, rubbing your temples.

“what a mess...”

elizabeth’s eyes furrow, “so that’s why you’ve come here, ludociel.”

“yes. to prepare for the holy war against the demon clan, we have come to form an alliance with this kingdom to fight alongside their holy knights...” ludociel pauses for a brief moment to build up suspense; he’s always been one for the dramatics.

“...and the eight deadly sins. it’s most reassuring to hear that they have saved the kingdom and its people countless times.”

‘an alliance? if he knows about us then he’s well aware that meliodas is our leader.’ you’re expecting him to make a jab towards the blonde, he’s always been so bitter when it came down to meliodas. rightfully so, you can’t really blame him. but at the same time, you’ve come to grow fond of the demon prince these past thousand years. he’s been a brother to you just as much as you’ve been a sister to him.

“what surprised me most was the fact that meliodas was your captain. and yet, he’s nowhere to be seen, but that shouldn't come as a surprise, he’s always had the knack for betraying people at the very last minute.”

you’ve said it once and you’ll say it again, your lover is one smug bastard. you love him, you really do, but right now you want to sew his mouth shut.

“ludociel,” you step up, standing between him and elizabeth. you’re unamused, that’s for certain. “i’d appreciate it if you’d stop trying to incriminate meliodas, he hasn’t betrayed us."

“with all due respect, my love— i mean, my lady, the fact that wretched demon is using his younger brothers to plan something is all the proof you need.” his slip up doesn’t go unnoticed. the both of you are given surprised looks, and you can see tarmiel and sariel snickering to themselves at ludociel’s mistake. he doesn’t let it affect him, though. if he lets himself get embarrassed, his reputation will definitely take a nose dive and his pride wouldn’t allow for him to be reduced to a spectacle in front of all these humans.

“to add to that, their teachers, the pacifier demon and the dozing demon, have been revived as well. you should know just how complicating that would be for us.”

“i’m well aware of that, but it’s not like he’s deliberately killing anybody.”

“when all is said and done, my lady,” he looks up at you, and it takes everything in you not to laugh. you’re used to him dwarfing you. having to be the one peering down at him is a first and you can tell he’s slightly frustrated by the shift of your dynamic.

“the guiding hand of light, and the bloodline of darkness are destined to kill one another. the demon clan and its forces may be strong, but they will be nothing to fear if stigma and the eight deadly sins join hands.” ludociel’s gaze flits over to elizabeth, his shoulders raising in a playful shrug. “who knows, your mother might even break the curse she has on lady elizabeth, surely you wouldn’t want your younger sister to die for a nth time?”

“that is not a conversation we’re interested in having!" elizabeth scowls at him, if he keeps this up, she’ll surely start a scuffle.

“well, it’s not a bad offer in any case. i’d suggest you think about it.”

“why you...!”

your head throbs as the two bicker. god, you forgot just how toxic these two were when they clashed on their ideals. “enough, both of you.”

ludociel and elizabeth quiet down at your order. your sister turns away from the archangel with a pout, crossing her arms over her chest. she huffs out something under the lines of, “i can’t believe he was to be my brother-in-law.”

you hear some people choke at her mention of your... engagement. they stare at you both, wide-eyed once again. ludociel shoots elizabeth a glare and she responds with sticking out her tongue at him childishly.

‘these two, i swear...’

“back to the situation at hand, we will not be killing meliodas.”

at your statement, ludociel frowns. you’re as stubborn as he remembers. a trait so loveable, yet so frustrating. “but, my lady—“

“our goal is to stop him from becoming the demon king, no attempt should be made on his life,” you cut him off, unwilling to listen to his argument. “what you say is true, however. suppressing meliodas and his team at this state would prove to be difficult with just our strength...”

you turn back to the sins, you want to make sure yo’'re all on the same page in order to come to a concrete agreement. as their vice captain, it’s your job to represent them when meliodas is absent, but you’re not going to force them into a decision like this one if they wouldn’t want to. you all hold meliodas dearly, and if they don’t agree to this, then a compromise will be made.

“vice captain,” merlin gives you a reassuring nod, urging you to go on with the alliance. the other sins and elizabeth do as well. your lips curl upward.

“it’s settled, then,” ludociel unsheathes the rapier at his hip, a warm yellow light engulfs the blade, stretching it out farther.

“in the name of the supreme deity,” he raises the rapier towards you. “your turn, darling.”

your eye twitches. he’s fanning the flames, but you don’t comment on it. not yet. you’ll get him back for this. the alliance comes first, teaching him a lesson comes second

“in the name of the one i am most loyal to,” your scythe is stretched out towards him as well, a light pink light encasing it. the colours mingle together perfectly, too perfectly.

“here and now, we form the alliance between the eight deadly sins and stigma.”

when everything is settled between yourself and the archangels, everyone goes about their own business.

you step out into the courtyard of the castle, taking in the oddly serene atmosphere of the night. war is upon you, yet it’s so tranquil, like any other day.

you heave a sigh, eyebrows furrowing. you hardly remember what had taken place during the first holy war. everything had become all muddled and grey after your fight with ludociel. you’d stormed off, wanting to warn elizabeth and meliodas of his plan before it was in full effect. the rest is a blur.

3000 YEARS AGO; STIGMA HEADQUARTERS

your heels click against the pearly, marble tiles of stigma as you quickly head towards the room where the gate to the celestial realm is located. you have one thing— one person, on your mind.

“ludociel!” you push open the large double doors, eyes furrowed and narrowed in rage. upon your entrance, the archangel of flash turns to you, his lips quirking upward.

“i hail the pinnacle of light,” nerobasta bows in greeting, but you pay her no mind. there was one person you were here to see, and it was none other than ludociel, your lover.

“how lovely of you to join us, my dear. i was sure your meeting with the council would’ve taken longer.”

ludociel observes you. you’re very clearly upset, for reasons he’s yet to figure out. there’s a deep frown on your face, replacing the ever present smile you’ve had to master in order to mask your true emotions. he takes in the way your eyes glint with anger, one he’s always seen being directed towards the ministers; it feels weird being on the receiving end of it.

“is there something you wish to speak with me about? you seem quite angry.”

a beat passes, you need to calm yourself so you don’t lash out. “exterminating the demon clan? what is wrong with you, ludociel!?”

you really didn’t mean for your voice to come out as harsh as it did, but you’re angry, livid even.

the pink-haired goddess opens her mouth to speak in his defence, but the look you send her way keeps her silent. she needn’t get involved lest she wants to take on your wrath in his stead.

“nerobasta, leave us. her highness and i have something to discuss.” hesitantly and begrudgingly, the lance corporal obeys. she excuses herself, opting to stand outside the room and eavesdrop on your conversation. a heavy silence lingers between the both of you for a while.

“explain yourself, ludociel,” you break the silence, folding your arms over your chest. the archangel keeps his smile, but it’s strained, you of all people would know. it just serves as proof that he’d been plotting something behind your back, and now that he’s been caught, he doesn’t know how to approach the subject without worsening your anger.

“there isn’t anything to be explained, my dear. the demon clan is to be eradicated, that is my goal. this is something that i’ve established on numerous occasions.”

“but we agreed to end the war!”

“yes, however, we never agreed on how we would do it.”

you stare at him with an incredulous expression, absolutely floored by his reasoning. you splutter, trying in vain to form a coherent sentence. “are you being serious, right now!? did it not cross your mind that i’d want to take a more peaceful approach!?”

ludociel sighs at your outburst, he’d already expected that you’d react this way. but it wasn’t even that big of a deal. what’s a couple of dead demons?

“and how could you go and say this in front of meliodas!? after all he’s gone through to help us!? he betrayed his own people for the prospect of peace!”

now, the archangel wasn’t annoyed by you in any way, in fact, it’s impossible for him to fathom holding any annoyance towards you. this reaction is something he was fully prepared to face when he was making his plan. but, he has grown annoyed of how fond you’ve gotten of that damned demon prince! god, it gets on his nerves. the amount of times he’s had to refrain from gouging out meliodas’ eyes for just looking at you. how could he let that lowly, filthy demon breathe the same air as his beloved?

now, his smile has dropped as well. both of your facades are down for this conversation. if you know about what had taken place earlier, then he doesn’t need a soothsayer to know who tipped you off. “i see that lady elizabeth has already informed you. she wastes no time when it comes to that lover of hers.”

“that’s not the point, ludociel—“

“i know that much, sweetheart. but, your view on ‘peace’ is a silly one. the only way all the races can achieve peace is by eradicating the creatures of darkness and their allies,” he pauses, raising his hand to your face, his thumb settling between your brows, rubbing soothing circles at the crease in order to get you to loosen up.

“besides, meliodas’ betrayal is his own problem. i never asked him to join us and i never wanted him here in the first place. but, i suppose he’s proven to be somewhat useful.”

“how could you say that…!” your voice raises in volume; you’re seething at every word that comes out of his mouth. you’re not usually this mad, but you’ve been so irritated these past few months. your mother and her ministers have been breathing down your neck with the preparations for the holy war. and now, ludociel’s gone and pulled this stunt as if it wasn’t bad enough that he personally put an end to the long standing peace treaty you’d put in place. you’re still salty about it.

“calm yourself, darling. why do you get so worked up over these lowlifes? there was a time where we never clashed when it came down to our ideals. safe to say, i miss those days,” his large hands trail down to your hips, rubbing soothing circles onto your skin. normally this gesture would have provided you with some comfort, flustered you even, but now all it was doing was making you even more upset.

“you’re not listening to me, ludociel! this is serious for crying out loud!”

“yes, i know, darling. but, you need to take a breath and loosen up. we’ll continue this conversation when you’re not all tense. you know just how badly stress affects your body. relax, okay?”

“and how do you expect me to do that while people are dying? while you’re killing people?”

that response pricked something in him, for the first time, you’ve actually managed to make him upset.

“my love, your words wound me”, he strokes your face with his other hand, admiring the way the light reflects in the gold of your eyes. the same ones that always hold a deep affection are now currently looking at him with heavy disdain.

he hates that he’s the target of your anger, but if he has to sacrifice a little bit of your relationship to reach his goal, so be it. besides, he’ll be able to calm you down and get you to see things from his perspective. you’ll fold, you always do.

“you make me sound heartless. i’m merely securing peace for all the other races. those demons have no place among us.”

you push his hand away, trying to wriggle out of his hold, in response, the archangel tightens his hold on you. “calm down, my love.”

“let go, ludociel! i’m going to put a stop to whatever you’re scheming. i don’t know what you have up your sleeves, but i’m prepared to put an end to this!”

the archangel holds your face in his hand, titling it up so you hold eye contact with him. his face is scrunched up in a deep frown, he even looks a little hurt. “the sooner you accept this, the better. i’m doing this for everyone and you know it,” he takes a pause, slowly releasing his grip, going back to caressing your cheek.

“i love you but your naivety is really infuriating me right now. i can let it slide with lady elizabeth since she doesn’t know the ways of the world, but you? no, my dear, you’re far more experienced. you’re mature, you’re intelligent and you’re better than this. act like the heir to the throne, prove that you’re capable of being the next ruler of this clan and not a young fool who will lead us to our demise!”

by the time he’s finished his little rant, ludociel’s face is flushed and his chest is heaving. and although he feels satisfied on getting those words off his chest, the way your eyes seem to sadden has him backtracking immediately.

your eyes are wide and you look up at him, hurt. aware of his mistake, ludociel opens his mouth to apologize but you’re already shoving him away, turning your back to him. an uncomfortable silence follows suit.

ludociel sighs, he never meant for those words to slip out, honestly! he just got a tad bit frustrated. but, he knows he’s in the wrong for jabbing at your insecurities, the same ones he’d tried to reassure you about, too.

“my love—“

“ludociel, what do you have planned for this war? what is it that you’re doing right now?” you try to sound calm, desperately trying to keep your composure. but he doesn’t miss the way your voice wavers, or the way your shoulders have drooped in defeat.

the anger in your tone is now replaced with a more sullen one. he stays silent, knowing fully well that you’re capable of shutting his entire operation down, and he couldn’t have that. he wants to lift your spirits, take you in his arms and keep you away from the war, like any good man would for his beloved, but he can’t.

“i advise you to go after lady elizabeth, she’s gone off somewhere. possibly to meliodas.”

“i wasn’t asking about elizabeth, i’m asking what you’re planning! for fuck’s sake, stop dodging my questions, ludociel!” you turn back to face him, your calm and collected facade finally crumbling to nothing.

you’re tense again, your brows are creased and your lips are pulled into a scowl. he can even make out the way your eyes turn glassy. ludociel doesn’t know how to tread on this road now. never had an argument between you two reach the height that you swore at him and now that it has, he doesn’t know what to say to appease you.

does he tell you what you want to hear? no, that would shut everything down. he can’t risk it.

does he lie to you? absolutely not, that’ll end even terribly. you’d just trust him less and his dishonesty would make you even more angry when you find out. and with the way things are supposed to go, you will find out. he doesn’t want to disappoint you more than he already has, so he makes up his mind to take the worst possible route for himself. “alright, but i trust you won’t like what i have to say.”

but, just as he’s about to come clean, you’re both made aware of the presence of numerous demons advancing towards your location, the most prominent being those of the ten commandments. goosebumps form along your arms as your lover’s smile stretches into a wide grin, one that easily sets off warning bells in your head.

“i guess everything’s coming together,” he muses, letting out a chuckle. “you wanted to know what i was up to, right, my love? come, bear witness to a new era.”

ludociel starts narrating his plan to you and every word he says makes your stomach churn. you’re sick, you feel suffocated just listening to him.

‘shut up,’ you can’t vocalize what you want to say. ‘shut up, shut up, shut up!!’

you take a few steps back, the realization of how bad the situation is about to get hits you harder than the teacup your mother once threw at you. ‘the direction those demons are coming from is the same one elizabeth headed towards. it’s around the fairy king’s forest, so that means not only are the demons at risk, but everyone else in that vicinity is too! i’ve got to get to elizabeth and meliodas!’

“so, my love—“ ludociel frowns as you fly off, effectively cutting him off in the middle of his very passionate rant. he sighs but makes no move to call you back. he knows where you’re heading anyway.

“it might not seem appealing to you, but this is what’s best, my love.”

you groan when you recall that memory. it made your head throb more than it already was. this isn’t the time for reminiscing.

“you seem to have a lot on your mind, my love.” you flinch, almost letting out a shriek. margaret’s feminine chuckle greets you, but the teasing smile on her face is clear evidence of your lover.

“don’t do that, ludociel,” you huff, crossing your arms over your chest. god, he’s always been such an ass, but that’s the reason you fell for him in the first place. asshole or not, he’s yours.

“shouldn’t you be inside? hendrickson seems to have taken a liking to you.”

the archangel stands next to you, letting the arm of his vessel fall to your lower back. the touch is unfamiliar yet familiar at the same time. god, you’ve missed his touch, but you wish it was his actual hand instead of princess margaret’s. “i’d rather be here with you. besides, we have a long, awaited chat,” he pulls you closer to his side. there’s a small pout on his lips when he notices his gesture doesn’t carry the same weight because of his vessel.

“you pulled far too many stunts back there, i ought to give you a good scolding,” you take on a teasing tone of voice.

“as did you. let’s not forget who wears the pants in this relationship.”

you snort at his comment. he’s always indulging in your antics, and can be more silly than you sometimes that you can’t help but laugh. how are you supposed to stay mad at him?

ludociel’s lips quirk upward at the sound of your laughter. he views this as a blessing. after spending three thousand years in that altar thinking that he’d lost you for good, this was a pleasant surprise. he honestly doesn’t care to question how you’re alive, he’s just glad you are.

“need i remind you that we’re both in dresses, ludo?”

“...damn it.”

@𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒𝐓𝐗𝐑𝐑. 𝐝𝐨 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐜𝐨𝐩𝐲, 𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐨𝐫 𝐫𝐞𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐦𝐲 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤 𝐨𝐧 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐦𝐬.

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[eveningstxrr]

hii!! i love ur account so much<33 could i request a lancelot x reader where reader is meliodas and elizabeth’s child and her, tristan and lancelot have a sleepover and lancelot and reader end up cuddling eachother? tysm<3

✮ ˛˚ 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐓 𝐓𝐎 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐓 ✮ ˛˚

synopsis: the tristan platoon are supposed to be having a sleepover together, and as the prince’s younger sibling, naturally you’re invited to join them. however, lancelot is there too and he makes it his goal to get on your nerves. but, there’s nothing a good cuddle can’t fix!

content warning: fluff, ooc lancelot since he’s relatively new to me, reader is tristan’s younger sibling, lance and the reader bicker a lot.

author’s note: i’m glad you enjoy my content, thank you for this request anon!! i hope it’s up to your taste!! like i said, lance is new to me so he might be a bit out of character, but i really enjoyed writing for him!!

word count: 2.4k

✮ ˛˚ 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 ✮ ˛˚

IT’S A FAIRLY NORMAL DAY IN LIONES, you’re out and about doing your normal royal duties which consists of assisting the villagers, dropping off some weird magical artifacts and herbs for hendrickson, assisting more villagers. you know, the usual. by the time you’re finished with all your duties, it’s dusk and you’re covered in grime and sweat.

you wave goodbye to the nice family you were helping out before mounting your horse alexander to head back to the castle, your pace is much slower than what you usually go by. you want to get home as soon as possible to take a nice long bath and get something to eat, sure, but at the same time, you longed to watch as the sun descended behind the clouds. it’s not everyday you get to do that with how busy you are nowadays.

your mind wanders as you ride. you take in the cool breeze, shivering when the wind blows a little too harshly. if you catch a cold neither your mother nor your older brother would let you hear the end of it. they’d baby you ‘till you can no longer stand it.

speaking of your brother, you wonder what he’s up to. ever since he was officially established as a knight of the apocalypse, you’ve barely seen him. he’s either out doing one thing or the other with his platoon or training to get stronger.

truth be told, you miss being able to do runs like these together. you sigh sadly as you recount the times you guys would prolong your outings to get some snacks or watch the sun set, sometimes you guys would wait ‘till the sky is filled with nothing but the twinkling stars. your father would always give you both an earful but he gave up after a while seeing as it was reoccurring. it became routine. but now, you can barely say good morning to tristan, sometimes you don’t see him for days on end. it’s lonely but you don’t want to express that empty feeling, he’s busy enough as is. you’ll just spend your days playing with the children of the village to pass time.

as the castle comes into view, you slow down even more, taking your sweet time before you’ll have to depart from your beloved steed. “welcome back, your highness,” the guards at the castle’s entrance greet as you trot in. you wave to them as you hop off alexander's back, leading him over to the stables where the horse tender takes him off your hands.

you stretch, popping your back and shoulders as you walk down the large halls of liones castle, heading up to your room to take a quick bath. by the time you’re out and ready to relax, the sun is out of view and the moon has begun to peek out from the horizon. “the days seem to be going faster now,” you mummer, “winter is closely approaching.”

you shut the door to your room behind you as you make your way to the kitchen. your stomach had been growling throughout your bath and the maid helping you had left to prepare something as per your request. as you draw near to the grand kitchen, you hear hushed whispers and little squeals which elicits a raised eyebrow of curiosity.

you peek into the kitchen, and lo and behold, your brother and his platoon are there all dressed in comfortable pyjamas as they gather some snacks. your snacks. you love your brother, you really do, but nobody takes your snacks.

“i’m gonna whoop his—“

“what’re you doing, y/n?”

you let out a screech, your soul almost leaving your body. you turn back to face the person who’d come up behind you, and your eyes meet lancelot’s ruby ones. he looks down at you, his arms are crossed over his chest, and he has an eyebrow raised in his typical sassy fashion.

“lancelot, you scared me…” you huff out, standing up straight. you awkwardly scratch the back of your head. this is not a good look for you.

“you should’ve heard me coming up behind you. don’t tell me you’ve been getting sloppy with your perceptive skills, your highness,” he leans closer to you, getting far too close for your liking.

“of course not! i was just… preoccupied,” you lie through the skin of your teeth, turning your head away to stare into the dimly lit hallway. lancelot says nothing in response, but gives you a teasing smile in return.

“sure, princess. sure.” he obviously doesn’t believe you. he pats your shoulder and walks into the kitchen, his hands in his pockets and back hunched in terrible posture just like his dad. god these two are so alike.

“princess y/n!” isolde squeals in delight, engulfing you in a warm hug the minute you step into the kitchen. you can’t help but grin when she scoops you into her arms, holding you off the floor to nuzzle her cheeks against yours. isolde gives the best hugs, hands down.

“hey, isolde. long time no see, eh?”

from the corner of your eye, you see jade waving to you and next to him is chion who just gives you a stare before turning his attention back to your older brother. typical.

“y/n! when did you get back?” tristan is quick to give you his own hug when isolde sets you back onto your feet. you wrap your arms around him and take a moment to relish in his warmth before answering his question.

“about an hour ago. i was in the bath.”

your brother hums in response, giving you a squeeze before he pulls away. “we were about to have a sleepover, would you like to join us?”

a sleepover, huh? that explains the pj’s and the snack theft. but, it sounds like a nice way to unwind. why not? it wouldn’t hurt, right? you follow after the tristan platoon and lancelot as you all make your way to your brother’s bedroom, the site for the sleepover tonight.

“i’m surprised you stuck around, lance,” you look towards the blonde who scratches his nape, heaving a sigh at the nickname. he doesn’t dislike it, really. he finds the intimacy in nicknames quite comforting, but when you call him that, he gets all nervous and jittery. he hates that feeling, it’s too out of character for him.

“didn’t i tell you not to call me that?”

you let out a huff at his comment. he should know by now that you’ll use every opportunity you have to annoy him. “aw but, lance,” you make sure to stress the name, silently snickering when he side eyes you, his face bearing an exasperated expression. “i’ve been calling you this since we were in diapers! why does it matter now?”

lancelot rolls his eyes at you, your shit eating grin serving to piss him off further. however, he makes no move to speed up his walking pace, it’s not like he’s actually mad at you. a little annoyed, sure, but, you’re the only one in the group he can actually stand so he might as well swallow the teasing. “cram it, princess.”

you let out a fake gasp of offence, dramatically placing your hand onto your chest. “lancelot! how vulgar!” you hear tristan snicker as lancelot lets out a loud groan in response to your antics.

when the lot of you finally reach the prince’s bedchamber, jade is quick to run in and flop onto the big mattress, sighing in content as he practically melts into the cotton. you follow suit and cuddle up to one of the pillows. the familiar smell of lavender immediately engulfs you and fills your senses, bringing back nostalgic memories that run as far back to your toddler days.

you clutch the pillow tight, thanking whatever deity that’s out there for allowing you this chance. they must have taken pity on you when you were reminiscing earlier and granted this opportunity. when the space beside you dips, you look over to see lancelot and notice how he still has his shoes on, not caring if the white bed sheets get dirty because of them.

“how crude of you to get on the bed with shoes on. dirty shoes no less.” lancelot’s left eye twitches at the jab you’d made. you’re seriously making him contemplate not being as nice to you as he normally is. so much for being the most tolerable one of the group.

“i suggest you watch what you say to me, princess,” he folds his arms over his chest, kicking off his shoes nonetheless. you cringe when they hit the wall with a thunk.

“what will you do if i don’t, hm, lance?” you egg him on, shooting him a pointed look. he scoffs at you.

“you really want to find out, princess?”

“alright, you two, no more fighting!” isolde scolds from her place at the foot of the bed, her cheeks puffed out in a pout. tristan nods in agreement.

“isolde’s right, we’re here to have fun and relax. put your bickering aside for tonight, please?”

you and lancelot side eye each other but grumble out your respective affirmations. tristan smiles at your compliance.

“now, let the fun begin!!”

remember when you said that partaking in this sleepover wouldn’t be a bad thing? yeah, you take that back. wanna know why? lancelot made it his mission to annoy you tonight.

you’re playing hide and seek? he’s making sure to scout you out first. you’re playing card games? get ready to lose five times in a row. it’s like he gets off at your misery. maybe you should ask his mom to teach you how to conceal your thoughts because this is just getting ridiculous.

“aaaand, i win, again! you really suck at this, princess,” lancelot gives you a smug smirk and it takes all your self restraint to not jump over the table and start brawling with him, but you’d probably lose at that too, so you just pout in annoyance instead.

“that’s just by luck, don’t get cocky!”

“mhm, sureeeeee.”

sensing that your patience has thinned considerably, tristan is quick to intervene. you really might start a fight with lancelot and that’s the last thing you all need. meliodas would definitely give you an earful about how “you need to conduct yourself with decorum,” even though he acts the exact same when your uncle ban pisses him off.

“how about we head to bed? it’s gotten really late,” the silver-haired prince smiles, already packing away the cards.

“oh come on, what’s one more round? the princess seems to be dying for another rematch.”

lancelot disregards the glare you send his way, your brother sighs. “y/n, do you want to play one more round?”

you see a flicker of pleading pool in his different coloured eyes and shake your head. you’ll get lancelot back at your own time, you guess.

“aw, scared i’ll kick your ass again, your highness?”

“shut the fuck up or i’ll shove those cards up your ass,” you hiss at him.

“oh, yeah? how crude of you to speak in such a vulgar way, princess.”

your eye twitches in response to his teasing and isolde is quick to hold you back from doing something you would most definitely regret when morning comes.

“that’s enough! to bed, both of you!”

you pout when tristan takes on a scolding tone of voice, grumbling about how lancelot started it. the man in question just shrugs. if all he had to do was annoy you to get so many cute reactions from you, he might as well make it into a habit. you already do this with him everyday, surely you can take what you dish out.

finally, you all settle into the king sized bed all ready to fall asleep, but there’s one tiny problem. lancelot is right behind you, breathing down your neck. when isolde suggested you all cuddle up on tristan’s bed, you didn’t mind being squished together with your childhood friends and your older brother, but having lancelot behind you was not ideal. it’s not like you hate him or anything, really, you don’t. it’s the opposite actually. you like him, that’s the problem, and you fear that he can hear your heart palpitating or he can hear your thoughts spiralling out of control at how close he is. you can feel his warmth bleeding into your skin. he’s so, so warm.

“can you please stop thinking so loud, princess? it’s hard to get some shut eye when all i hear is how warm i am.” your soul almost leaves your body when lancelot whispers into your ear, his breath tickling your sensitive skin. you want to crawl into a hole and die there.

“…sorry.”

lancelot can’t hold back the chuckle that escapes him and wraps an arm around you. he leans in close enough to give you a teasing peck on your neck, fully aware of how sensitive you are. “go to sleep, princess.”

gosh, now there’s really no hope for you.

“aww, they’re so cute!!”

“shh… don’t wake them!”

you’re pulled out of your peaceful slumber at the hushed whispers around you. what the hell are the yapping about so early in the morning?

“shut your traps,” you hear lancelot’s voice come out in an annoyed grunt and feel his arms tighten around you. hold on, his what tightened around you?

your eyes flutter open and you see that you’re pressed against his chest, giving you a front row seat to the ethereal sight of the sun illuminating his face just right. wow, he really is a fairy. it’s not fair how beautiful he is, especially so early in the morning.

“like what you see, princess?”

when your eyes meet his ruby ones, you feel as if you’ve died and reached heaven. he grins down at you. you were too busy admiring him that you couldn’t even say anything back, huh?

“good morning to you too, i guess.”

you’re snapped out of your daze and push him away, quickly getting up and making up some half assed excuse before running out of the room. isolde chases after you, fully set on teasing you while the others, with the exception of chion, try to make sure the both of you don’t wake up the entire palace. lancelot chuckles, the image of your flustered face will forever be in the back of his mind. yeah, he could definitely get used to this.

@𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒𝐓𝐗𝐑𝐑. 𝐝𝐨 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐜𝐨𝐩𝐲, 𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐨𝐫 𝐫𝐞𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐦𝐲 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤 𝐨𝐧 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐦𝐬

#nanatsu no taizai #the seven deadly sins #mokushiroku no yonkishi #4kota #reader insert #4kota lancelot #4kota tristan #tristan platoon #✮ ˛˚ 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐍 𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐋𝐘 𝐒𝐈𝐍𝐒 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 ✮ ˛˚ #✮ ˛˚ 𝐑𝐄𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐒 ✮ ˛˚ #✮ ˛˚ 𝐇𝐄𝐒 𝐖𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐄𝐒 ​✮ ˛˚

[eveningstxrr]

✮ ˛˚ 𝐃𝐀𝐑𝐊 𝐑𝐄𝐃 ✮ ˛˚

synopsis: as the holy war reaches a new height, ludociel is faced with the consequences of his actions, and death is the price.

content warning: angst, themes of war, graphic description of dead body, hurt/no comfort.

author’s note: last rewrite of this fic, i promise.

word count: 1.4k

✮ ˛˚ 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 ✮ ˛˚

something bad is ‘bout to happen to me.

LUDOCIEL STARES AT THE SCENE LAID OUT IN FRONT OF HIM, his eyes actually open for a change. he’s spiralling, terribly so. beads of sweat drip down his forehead and his breathing is out of its normal pace.

he watches in silence as one of the royal physicians remorsefully drapes a white cloth over the dead body of his younger brother with a stone cold face. his blood boils over but ultimately runs cold at the realization that he’s lost mael, his baby brother. he’s lost his pride and joy.

“i’m very sorry for your loss, sir ludociel,” the physician tells him sympathetically, but he doesn’t respond. he can’t bring himself to say anything as memories flash through his head, far too quickly for his liking. the world begins to fade out the longer he stares at the corpse. he feels sick.

i don’t know it, but i feel it coming.

“no, this has to be a joke! wake up, your highness, please! you have to wake up!”

the loud sobs of lilian, your lady-in-waiting, jolts the archangel back to reality. her heart wrenching wails and desperate pleas for you to open your eyes makes his heart drop to the pits of his stomach. an uneasy feeling immediately settles over him.

outside the room, chaos had erupted. there were desperate yells for a physician as far as he could tell, but he couldn’t miss the sobs in the background, lilian’s more prominent than the rest. with quick steps, ludociel exits the room to see what the commotion was, muttering a small prayer in the hopes that the worst hadn’t happened. not to you, he couldn’t bear that. not now, not in this moment. not ever.

however, it seems that the creator had surely ignored his prayer, or rather, he might have prayed far too late, because the first thing the archangel sees when he steps out is lilian sobbing on the floor in front of tarmiel. she was being restrained by some of the medical staff present, all of them trying to coax her into a more calm state, but they all had tears in their eyes as well.

might be so sad, might leave my nose running.

“your highness, please…”

if ludociel’s world hadn’t crashed when he gazed upon mael’s corpse, it definitely did now. the long-haired archangel makes eye contact with the archangel of ocean who avoids his gaze, not a single head looking in his direction, and then, his attention shifts to the body in his comrade’s arms.

ludociel feels his mouth run dry, and with the way his throat is closing up, he might as well just die here right now. death seems like the best option to him at this moment. when his ashen eyes flit down to the mangled corpse in the other archangel’s arms, he feels more than ready slit his own throat if it means bringing you back to life, because the gruesome sight of the woman he’s dedicated himself to serving — loving, for years on end, hanging limply and lifelessly served to be his final straw.

“tarmiel, what…” ludociel couldn’t finish his sentence. that’s something astounding for a man who knew what to say in any situation. this one, however, has rendered him completely speechless. the silence of the other archangels makes things worse.

tarmiel’s heads are bowed and he’s silently crying, pleading for forgiveness from the deity for failing to protect her daughter. sariel watches on from the sidelines silently, his eyes downcast as well.

ludociel walks closer, and the state in which your body is in makes bile rise through his throat. it was much, much worse than mael’s body. whoever killed you, lacked any compassion and delivered their hits mercilessly.

your neck had been twisted in an irregular angle, and those beautiful eyes of yours that were once so bright and full of life, stare at him soullessly. it unsettles him at how someone whose eyes would sparkle so brightly on a daily basis, would have their light die out like this.

the rest of your body was in an even more terrible state. he couldn’t even bear to look at you, feeling the urge to shut his eyes once more. your fluffy white wings which would always puff up when you were cold, were reduced to a dirty, blood soaked mess of broken bones and scarce feathers. your soft body, the one he would always worship like you were the supreme deity herself, was littered with cuts and deep gashes, each of them had blood spilling onto the white marble floor, effectively painting them crimson with the essence of your life.

“…”

taking your body from tarmiel, your lover holds you close to his chest, not minding the blood that soils the white garment he wears over his armour, his only thought is to at least feel you and your warmth one last time. but, a man can only dream. you were cold, long gone. ludociel feels sick.

the longer he stares at your corpse, the longer his world becomes muddled. it’s like everything around him is losing colour and turning his surroundings to a dull grey. the voices, the wails, the rampages of war begin to get blocked out as he falls back into his head. ludociel is tittering on the edge of breaking down into a fit of tears as he’s painfully reminded of his words to you earlier. he wants nothing more than to hit himself. he can’t bear to face the realization that he’s lost everything he was fighting for. his little brother and his lover. oh, the tragedy.

lilian breaks free from the vice grip the medical team has on her and immediately clings to ludocile’s garment, saying some unintelligible. paying her no mind, ludociel walks away as silent as he came, leaving a hysterical lilian to a guard who tries to usher her outside to get some air. it’s not like that would help with the carnage that was unfolding, though.

ludociel reenters the room where his brother was officially announced dead. the physician takes one look at the body in his arms and her face pales. the archangel sets you down on the bed next to mael’s with a grim expression, his armoured hand softly stroking the skin of your cheek. the physician leaves in order to give him some time alone to recollect himself, knowing fully well that it’s hard to send off a family member, but even harder to send off a lover.

ludociel takes his time to feel your body, to worship it one last time before you’re inevitably buried. he feels unworthy to touch you like this, knowing fully well that he was partially at fault for your death, but, if he doesn’t do this now, he won’t get the chance ever again, and that though kills him inside a little more.

before he finally comes to terms with your passing, ludociel kisses your lips. they’re cold and cracked, a stark contrast to the warm, supple and sweet-tasting lips he’s normally used to.

should he be kissing a corpse? no. and definitely not the one of his dead lover.

does that stop him? also no.

gazing at you for a moment longer, ludociel allows himself to shed a tear or two for you and mael in an act of mourning, knowing he won’t get this chance for a while. he kisses you one last time. a kiss goodbye.

“rest well, my love.”

i just hope she don’t wanna leave me.

AT 8:10 PM ON 3RD AUGUST, XXXX, STIGMA HEADQUARTERS DISPOSED OF THOUSANDS OF DEMON CIVILIANS, EFFECTIVELY ENDING THE LONG STANDING PEACE TREATY ESTABLISHED BY THE FIRST PRINCESS AND FIRST PRINCE OF THE GODDESS AND DEMON CLANS RESPECTIVELY, AND THEREFORE, HEIGHTENING THE HOLY WAR.

AT 9:30 PM, ARCHANGEL MAEL DIED FROM AN ENCOUNTER WITH THE TEN COMMANDMENTS’ ESTAROSSA OF BENEVOLENCE. AND ROUGHLY HALF AN HOUR LATER, THE SECOND PRINCESS OF THE GODDESS CLAN, ELIZABETH, AND THE FIRST PRINCE OF THE DEMON CLAN, MELIODAS, DIED AS WELL; CAUSE UNKNOWN.

AT 10:49 PM, HER HIGHNESS, THE FIRST PRINCESS PERISHED FROM AN AMBUSH ORCHESTRATED AND EXECUTED BY THE TEN COMMANDMENTS’ MONSPEET OF RETICENCE AND DERIERI OF PURITY IN AN ACT OF VENGEANCE FOR THEIR FALLEN PEOPLE.

WITH THE DEATH OF THESE FOUR MAJOR FIGURES, STIGMA AND ITS ALLIES HAVE TAKEN A LOSS. ARCHANGEL LUDOCIEL HAS ARRANGED FOR ‘THE SEALING.’ THE SUPREME DEITY AND THE LEADERS OF THE ALLYING RACES OF STIGMA HAVE ALL CONSENTED.

THIS IS THE PEAK OF THE HOLY WAR, THE DECIDER OF BRITANNIA’S FATE.

WILL THE LIGHT PREVAIL OR WILL DARKNESS RULE FOR MILLENNIA TO COME?

MAY THE CREATOR, CHAOS, HELP US ALL.

@𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒𝐓𝐗𝐑𝐑. 𝐝𝐨 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐜𝐨𝐩𝐲, 𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐨𝐫 𝐫𝐞𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐦𝐲 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤 𝐨𝐧 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐦𝐬.

#nanatsu no taizai #the seven deadly sins #nnt #7ds #black reader #reader insert #nnt ludociel #ludociel x reader #✮ ˛˚ 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐍 𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐋𝐘 𝐒𝐈𝐍𝐒 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 ✮ ˛˚ #✮ ˛˚ 𝐇𝐄𝐒 𝐖𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐄𝐒 ​✮ ˛˚

[eveningstxrr]

✮ ˛˚ 𝐊𝐈𝐒𝐒 𝐌𝐄 𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐄 ✮ ˛˚

𝘀𝘆𝗻𝗼𝗽𝘀𝗶𝘀: kissing headcannons with ludociel!!

content warning: fluff, slightly suggestive, body worship, ludociel is whipped but he’s also a tease, purely self-indulgent, (also for my beloved moots).

notes: i’m very normal about him guys, i promise.

tags: @cherished-eclair @grace-of-flash @hihopelessromantics @animunee-ee

✮ ˛˚ 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 ✮ ˛˚

i fully believe that ludociel is a very passionate lover. he’s sweet, gentle and incredibly touch starved. as someone who has trouble expressing himself properly with words, what better way to convey his love to you than with kisses?

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

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

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

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

“yes—“

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“i love you. wait for me, okay?”

“always.”

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

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

“is something the matter, my darling?”

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

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

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

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

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

“speak up, love, i can’t hear you.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

“do not.”

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

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

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

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

“seriously, ludo, we could get caught…”

“we won’t if you’re quiet, love. you can do that for me, right?”

you notice him getting on his knees, and the realization dawns upon you that he didn’t pull you aside for just kisses. for someone who cares about his reputation so much, he seems to have no problem in trying to engage in not so family friendly activities in a hallway of all places.

“we are not doing this here.”

“please?”

“no.”

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

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

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

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

he chuckles at your antics. “do they now? are you craving sweets?”

“maybe…”

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

“I’ll hold you to that.”

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

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

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

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

“good morning. how’d you sleep?”

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

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

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

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

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

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𝘀𝘆𝗻𝗼𝗽𝘀𝗶𝘀: as you drown in stress, curtsey of your mother and the ministers of her court, ludociel takes it upon himself to get you to relax.

content warning: fluff, mentions of murder, graphic description of physical injury, talks of decline in mental health. lower case intended.

author’s note: rewriting and re-uploading this fic for the third time and hopefully the last. enjoy!!

𝘄𝗼𝗿𝗱 𝗰𝗼𝘂𝗻𝘁: 3.0k

✮ ˛˚ 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 ✮ ˛˚

YOU LET OUT A LONG, DEFEATED SIGH, collapsing onto the chair of your office, exhausted and more than ready to call it a day.

you’d been in a meeting for the past three hours with the ministers of the holy court, the very one where all the influential nobles of the goddess clan’s government reside, and the one your mother and her maternal family oversees.

the reason for this meeting? the demon clan. why else would you have been abruptly disturbed in the middle of the day if not to discuss your sworn enemies?

out of all the issues they had to bring up during that long, three hour meeting, they just found the peace treaty you had put into place with meliodas the most pressing one. in their opinions, it was a “childish” way of handling things and the only way anyone will ever achieve peace would be through the eradication of demons as a whole.

you rub at your eyes tiredly, not caring if you smudged up your makeup— that is, until you have to represent your mother, only then would you frantically run around like a headless chicken to look presentable.

your gaze drifts towards the original copy of the treaty that you had framed on the wall in front of you, next to all the other documents you had officiated. the more you stare at it, the more your mood dampens. you recall them going on long rants and lecturing you on your seemingly never ending duties as the supreme deity’s heir, the words your cousin told you a few months ago seems to make more sense.

“those old fuckers aren’t going to stop ‘till their bathing in blood, even when they’re handed the peace they talk so much of on a gold platter.”

“i seriously have the worst luck,” you sigh, leaning your head back against the back of your chair. when the meeting finally concluded, the ministers told you to think about taking down the peace treaty and to start trying to form allies with the other races. but how could you? you’d gone through hell, literally, just to get meliodas to hear you out! it took about three years before the treaty was finally passed but now they wanted it gone already? only after two months? ridiculous.

“what am i going to do with those old men? i almost died trying to get things to work in my favour and they just want to throw away my sacrifice? and for some useless war that only amounts to bloodshed no less,” you grumble under your breath, slouching your shoulders. you feel a headache well on its way.

“it’s been nothing but peaceful too! all sunshine and rainbows but these tyrants are always itching for a fight.”

“tyrants? that’s a very creative way to address the ministers of the court, my lady.”

you feel your soul leave your body as your head shoots up to see the archangel of flash standing at the entrance of your office, his usual smile in place on his lips.

“sir ludociel!”, you sit up straight, regaining proper posture, smiling sheepishly when he takes a step forward and shuts the door behind him softly. “i didn’t hear you come in!”

it appears that you’d been too focused on rambling to yourself about the frustrating officials that you failed to realize you were no longer alone. you felt the embarrassment creep into your soul at getting caught in your ramblings, and by ludociel no less. truly embarrassing.

“ah, how rude of me to enter without knocking. my sincerest apologies,” he bows. “i couldn't help but hear your little rants. you should be careful, though, the ministers are roaming the building a lot today.”

you let out an embarrassed chuckle, your voice wavering a bit. “it’s alright, you’re always welcome to stop by. but, what are you here for, if i may ask?”

“i heard you were in a meeting with the court, you hadn’t come out for three hours, so i got worried and wanted to check up on you.”

at the reminder of the terrible conversation you’d just escaped, you let out a loud groan, slamming your head down against your desk. your head collides with the wood rather harshly and you grumble in pain, but make no move to heal yourself, letting the pain blend in with your headache. there’s definitely going to be a bruise later, and you can almost hear the voice of your lady-in-waiting scolding you with an exasperated; “what am i going to do with you, your highness?”

ludociel sighs at the sight of you hunched over and grumbling something intangible. he had noticed just how much everyone in the holy court, your mother included, had been giving you such a hard time ever since you signed off the peace treaty to put a stop to the holy war with meliodas. actually, anyone with half a brain would notice, your eye bags were getting more prominent by the day.

ludociel wouldn’t lie to himself, he also wasn’t pleased with the development as his entire goal is to bring the demon clan to ruin, but how could he tell you that when you’ve tried so hard to keep blood from spilling over? the lengths at which you go to for the betterment of the clan as well as its people are truly admirable, he couldn’t bring himself to say anything to you. the last thing he wanted was to breathe down your neck the same way everyone else was, you were already stressed and overworked enough, he didn’t want to add onto that.

“how about you go get some fresh air, my lady? surely you must be feeling suffocated in here right about now,” the archangel suggests, walking over to your desk to stand behind you, his hands resting on your shoulders and gently working at the knots there to relieve the tension that had built up. he lets out a low chuckle when you melt at his touch, your groan of approval letting him know to keep the pressure up.

“i would love to, but...”, you raise your head to look at the stacks of paperwork that had piled on your desk over the past few days, fully aware that the ministers had been giving you so much out of spite.

“you need a break, at this rate you’ll fall sick. you’re still recovering from...”, ludociel doesn’t let himself finish that sentence, he doesn’t want to remind you about the incident that had taken place more than a few years ago as it was an incredibly sensitive and traumatic event for you.

from the angle he stood, he could see some of the faded burn marks that trailed down into your dress, the discolouration of your skin making it obvious that you’d been burned in some way. it all happened during an expedition to cleanse a small village that had been overturned by demons, and you’d suffered a terrible hit by one of the demons there; a hellblaze to your back which left you incapable of flying for a while as well temporarily paralyzed, which meant a lot of bed rest.

A FEW YEARS PRIOR. A SMALL HUMAN VILLAGE.

“ARK!!”

the light from your attack envelops the vicinity. demons could be heard and seen, running for their lives, some screaming, others crying. all of them trying their hardest to escape the fate that awaits them.

you’d been leading a small troop of goddesses to cleanse out a village that had been overturned by demons, as per your mother’s request. it was nothing short of a milk run, “just a little something to get you out of your cramped office,” she said. the information provided to you stated that these demons were to be wary of, but truth be told, they were defenceless and weak. pitifully weak. none of them could stand up to your troop and that’s saying something since the soldiers you had with you were some random ones that were normally seen guarding the celestial palace.

some of the demons were just barely fighting back and a majority of them seemed to be children or pregnant women, as far as what you could see. that left them severely handicapped in this situation.

you wipe some blood off your cheek, standing back to watch the chaos unfold. the smoke emitted from the growing flames blocked up your nose and the metallic smell of blood in the air was so potent you could taste it.

just a normal day in the goddess clan, brutally massacring a town full of demons.

from your peripheral vision, you notice a movement and whip around, pointing your sword to the demon. she stares up at you, fear flickering in the pools of her obsidian eyes, she clutched something closer to her chest. you take a step forward, she backs away. upon further inspection, you see that what she’s holding is a child, an infant actually. you pause your advances, letting her take a few steps away from you. it’s clear that she had just given birth, possibly a few days or even a week prior to your attack.

a small sense of empathy pools in your chest, compelling you to let her go. your voice of reasoning flares to life, telling you that you’ve done nothing but commit a baseless massacre on weak and defenceless demons who weren’t even causing any trouble. suddenly, you’re hyper-aware of your surroundings.

the smell of smoke and burning flesh, the heavy metallic scent of blood wafting through the icy air, screams of peril and the wailing of children, war cries, and mother’s pleas. you hear everything all at once, both aware and unaware at the same time.

"STOP THE ATTACK!", the voice inside your head screams at you and you feel guilt rolling in like the snow storm that began to show its face. suddenly, the task that felt like a milk run mere seconds ago has you hyperventilating. you’re unfocused and the intense feeling of guilt that’s weighing heavily on your chest has you gasping and heaving in an attempt to get air into your system.

the smoke is making you choke up, you’re very obviously out of it. in the state of your panic, the demon goes to flee. just as she takes a step, she and her newborn are slain right before your very eyes, her blood splattering onto your face. your stomach churns and you press your hand over your mouth in an attempt to stop the bile trying to escape your mouth. you reek of blood and the smell disgusts you. you feel yourself beginning to get light headed.

“your highness!”, snapping out of your daze, your eyes try to locate the person calling out for you, though unfocused, you manage to spot them amidst all the chaos. they’re yelling something else out to you, but your ears are ringing and you feel hot. why is it suddenly so hot?

"YOUR HIGHNESS, BEHIND YOU!!"

those are the last words you hear before you’re enveloped in black flames, a shrill scream being pried from your lips as your body is incinerated.

when ludociel goes silent, you relive that moment, thinking back to the day you almost died. the day everything changed for you. it was a miracle you were even alive now. if not for fairy king gloxinia, you would've joined your predecessors a bit too early.

from what you were told, you’d been burnt down to the point where you were hardly recognizable, but, thank the creator for the fountain of youth that gloxinia was so gracious to allow you to drink from. and although you were physically healed and okay, your mental health had taken a serious decline. you were tittering on the edge of insanity, leading to a series of therapy sessions and antidepressants.

“my lady, will you take me up on that offer for a walk?”, ludociel’s soothing voice breaks through your train of thought. you blink out of your daze.

“i don’t know... i have so much work to do and i can’t really put any of it off,” you pause, reaching for your quill pen to actually start on your mountains of work.

the archangel frowns, one of his hands leaning over your shoulder to encase your smaller one in his, making sure to stop you from doing anything. you may have been healed enough to continue working, and your mental health might stable again, however, the amount of stress you’re being subjected to might put you back onto a sickbed, and that caused him great worry.

“my lady, please. even if it’s for fifteen minutes?”

“but, if i take a break now, i’ll never get all of this done,” you attempt to protest, but he’s quick to shut you down.

“you have your aides for a reason, my lady.”

“while that’s true, this is my responsibility, not my aides’. i fear i’ve had them overworked for the time i was out of commission, i don’t want to put them through that again.” even at the stake of your own health, you still look out for others. what a remarkable person you are.

but just as you are compassionate, you are stubborn and it makes the archangel sigh in exasperation. while he admires your ability to put your foot down and stand your ground, it can prove to be difficult to get you to listen to what others have to say, especially when it pertains to work related issues.

“listen to me, my lady,” he leans down closer to you, his hair tickling the back of your neck and the exposed skin of your shoulders. you shiver.

“you need to take care of yourself. taking on all these burdensome tasks by yourself is detrimental to your health! everyone hired to help you were all hired for a reason, so please, take a break.”

you want to decline, you really want to, but how can you when he speaks to you in that gentle tone? the one that conveys just how worried he is for you. damn him, his good looks, and his equally soothing voice that’s very compelling to listen to.

you contemplate for a minute, silently weighing your options before heaving out a reluctant sigh and leaning back into your chair with a nod. “alright, i’ll ... i’ll take a break.”

ludociel’s lips curl upwards into a small smile, he holds his hand out to you. “how about a stroll through the gardens? i noticed the asters have bloomed again. they’re your favourite flowers, yes?”

you can’t help the smile that creeps onto your face as you take his hand, letting him gently pull you up to your feet. he knows you so well, too well in fact. not that you mind it, of course.

“yes, they are, and that sounds like a wonderful idea,” your smile turns bashful when his hand settles onto the small of your back, rubbing soothing circles onto your skin.

the archangel leads you through the halls of the celestial palace, the both of you walking silently, just enjoying each other’s company until you reach the gardens. the cool breeze combined with the calming aromas of the different flowers hit you, and you feel your body relax. ludociel feels it as well, noting how your muscles weren’t as tense as they were before. he’ll try to coax you into getting a massage later, mael’s hands do absolute wonders.

ludociel lets go of you, watching as you wander off to take a look around the garden as it had been a long while since you’d stopped by. although he’s letting you do your own thing, he keeps a watchful eye on you, quietly taking in the ethereal sight of you surrounded by flowers. an image fit for a princess, he muses.

an hour passes leaving you fully relaxed, you had made flower crowns to pass the time. you tried your hardest to ingrain the image of ludociel adorned in flowers which attracted a few butterflies over to him. elizabeth is definitely hearing about this when you get off work. hopefully she’ll be free by then and not off massacring some village of demons in your stead.

“are you ready to head in, my lady?”, ludociel rises to his feet, flower petals falling off the flower crown to decorate his hair instead, his armoured hand is outstretched to you as it always is. guiding and grounding, he’s always been there as a rock for you as someone you can confide in and depend on. you slip your hand into his, letting your fingers intertwine. he lifts you to your feet and presses a kiss to the back of your hand. you smile at the lingering feeling of his lips on your skin.

“yes, let’s head back inside.”

as you stroll through the marble halls of the palace you’ve grown accustomed to calling home, the one that’s housed all your memories, both good and bad, you hear small whispers from the maids, fully aware that they’re watching the both of you, giggling at the sight of your entwined fingers. there’ll definitely be rumours later, but you don’t really care, and you’re sure that ludociel wouldn’t either.

“i told you a break would do you good,” he whispers to you, his deep voice, taking a smooth edge as he opens the door to your office. you step in before him an plop down into your chair, rolling your eyes at him playfully. “oh, hush.” you might hate to admit it, but you’re definitely feeling much better than you did before.

“you know I’m right, my lady.”

“i suppose you are,” you grin at the playful banter you and him have, it brings you joy to be able to joke with someone as serious as him.

you grab a stack of papers and pick up your quill pen, feeling motivated to continue on with your work. ludociel smiles and turns to leave. “now that my goal has been achieved, i shall take my leave, my—“

he gets interrupted by a knock to the door, you both exchange a look before he opens the door. he talks to the person on the other side for a bit in a hushed tone before closing the door and turning to you again.

“who was it?” you gaze at him curiously, he heaves a sigh.

“sariel. he says her majesty has called for another court meeting and wants you to be in attendance.”

“oh, for heaven’s sake...”

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