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Hi there! Can I request a Lancelot x reader? In Wallnack, reader goes out and it worries Lancelot since he can’t read their mind and they seemed depressed. Lancelot then finds out Reader is from far away outside Brittania and was brought by force, so they were just melancholic. Both end laughing it off. Thanks!
Fandom: Four Knights Of The Apocalypse
Character(s): Lancelot
Warning(s): Short, Bit Of Angst,
Readers Gender: Gn
Lancelot was panicking as he couldn't read your thoughts and couldn't even feel your magical presence anywhere. He was just gonna go to your room just to talk as you seemed upset earlier but was confused on why you were not there.
It took him awhile but he found you as you were just alone in an alleyway. Lancelot told you how much he was worried and asked his question, "Are you okay?".
After a long silence you spoke up and told him why you are even here. You were brought here by force as your family was killed and you were taken here to Brittania to be sold but lucky for you some knights from Liones noticed you and rescued you.
You just explained to Lancelot that you just felt homesick as you missed your family. Lancelot said that he understands what it feels like to miss your family.
The two of you spend that night together still side by side. Lancelot may seem cold but he does care and that's why you are comfortable with sharing your feelings to him and Lancelot just feels happy that you trust him like that.
#lancelot x reader#sds lancelot#seven deadly sins x reader#seven deadly sins x y/n#4kota x reader#4kota lancelot#lancelot#4kota#four knights of the apocalypse
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It’s the middle of the night.
Tristan is, of course, asleep when Lancelot sneakily enters through one of his large windows into his chambers.
He softly lands on the stone floor inside and makes sure to once again lock the windows behind him. Then, he turns and quietly walks over to Tristan’s large bed where the younger prince sleeps, taking off his bow and settling it onto one of his smaller chairs, then removing his hoodie and throwing it somewhere in his room, and then taking off his shoes until he’s left in only his pants.
Lancelot sighs as he looks over and his eyes scan along Tristan’s sleeping form. His long hair is braided so it doesn’t get tangled and his mismatched eyes are ever so softly closed whilst he breathes evenly.
He carefully climbs into bed with him, being so so careful not to wake him up, and manages to get underneath the covers when Tristan mumbles and twitches before his eyes flutter open with a yawn that escapes his lips.
“Mmm…Lance?” He slurs and reaches up to rub at one droopy eye. “You’re here…”
“Shh,” Lancelot hushes him. “Yeah. I’m here. Go back to sleep.”
“Missed you,” Tristan murmurs as his mismatched orbs fight a losing battle of staying open. “Come snuggle.”
Lancelot huffs. “Fine.”
Tristan coos with sleepy joy as Lancelot crawls underneath the covers and into Tristan’s awaiting arms. The elder prince wraps around him protectively as the younger curls wraps his arms around his back. They settle against his fluffy mattress, like puzzle pieces fitting together, and Lancelot relaxes into his embrace.
Tristan holds him and presses a sleepy kiss against his cheek. Lancelot’s mouth quirks upwards and he tilts his head to peck Tristan’s lips.
“Sleep,” Lancelot urges.
“Still gon’a be here ‘morrow?” Tristan murmurs and Lancelot hums.
“Yeah,” He promises as Tristan falls asleep. Lancelot watches as his breathing begins to even out again and his lips part as he inhales and exhales ever so softly in the fists of his peaceful slumber.
“I’ll be here when you wake up.”
#nanatsu no taizai#mokushiroku no yonkishi#the seven deadly sins#the four knights of the apocalypse#tristan liones#lancelot#4kota#lancetris#trilance#triscelot#trislance#4kota tristan#4kota lancelot#meliodas#elizabeth liones
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Lancelot (4Kota) with an S/o similar to Mitsuri Kanroji(KNY)...
Like, reader is probably a hybrid between human and giant, who just looks very human and so on, but has the strength of her giant relative, compressed muscle. She was probably even from some town like Benwick or even lived near the fairies.
but then she started interacting with humans and precisely because of her human appearance (very cute) they accepted her a lot. even with her colossal strength (they thought it was her magical power).
I have a idea/feeling that she would know Lancelot from his travels with Jericho at first por when he come back from his first journey, just the reader could realize his mixed descent and would constantly bug him to be her friend.
I'm not going to lie, at first Lancelot found her a little quite annoying because of her cheerfull attitude and her insistence on being friends, but when he saw her heart he could tell that she was sincere (apart from the fact that the reader would stop if it was too much for him) so he decided at least to let her be close.
reader was someone very bright! which contrasted VERY MUCH with Lancelot's serious and stoic attitude, she would talk and talk and talk to him about things that were happening in the town, something cute she saw the other day, the huge meal that the bartender served her and that she ate it all, etc
Lancelot would just sit still and listen with his typical :| face, but in reality it amuses him that reader is surprised by such everyday things.
Even if Lancelot said that the reader was "annoying" he left out actions that showed the opposite, such as showing her things he brought from his missions, showing her his "Sin" form and in general he listened to her and even gave her advice when she asked for it.
He liked having someone so sincere for so long, but he was pretty bad at saying it verbally, so he just showed it through actions. He's a tsundere kind of guy
(imagine if I gave the reader some type of garment/ornament like in that scene with Mitsuri and Obanai🥺it would be so cute).
Reader also tends to get emotional as they grow up, when she cries, she CRY A LOT, she almost scared Lancelot away when one time she came crying with him, he was ready to kill someone, but the reader had just seen a very big snake in her shed and she got scared😅 (a very common nickname of Lancelot to the reader is "cry baby" or "dork").
By the time they are teenagers, Lancelot not only tolerates the reader more, but also appreciates her a lot, not only because she sticks to him like glue, but because she is very sincere in what she thinks and says, someone he trusts will say the true.
For this reason, Lancelot is quite cautious with the people around her, even if he appreciates and loves her, he recognizes that she lacks a little understanding that not everyone is a good person, especially when she develops a certain phase of being in love.
Although Lancelot didn't spend much time in the city, he tried to give the reader "subtle" clues about which guys were worth it (almost none) and which weren't (almost all). Fortunately or unfortunately, the reader distanced herself from almost all of them except for ONE especially despicable one. But he couldn't really make her stop, so she just rolled her eyes at every mention of the boy.
Lancelot understands that the reader wants to fall in love, in the future maybe get married and start a family, but could she PLEASE stop going after guys who aren't worth it?
The breaking point occurs when THIS JERK not only rejected Reader(that was the least), but despises her for being a giant, telling her horrible things like "only a bear would marry you" and leaving the reader heartbroken.
Obviously the guy doesn't get very far, but the words cut deep into the reader, who never really saw her strength as something bad until that moment (or her big appetite, or "unfeminine" habits) and begins to wonder, is she the one wrong?
Lancelot (even though he is somewhat bad with emotions) had to interfere and not let the reader get to her head, so what if they were rare hybrids? He wouldn't change anything about how she was a reader, NOTHING, just as she wouldn't change anything about him.
It's a nice cute little moment.
If we talk about the current relationship, it is like the dynamic of "sunshine" and "sunshine protector" (better known as "if they're smile disappears YOU DISAPPEAR). or simply an odd couple. The reader tends to be gentler with him group but somewhat clumsy while Lancelot the most responsible but much less gentle...
Even if Reader knows how to fight, there is no way she can match Lancelot's level, so she is more of a rearguard fighter. It should not be taken lightly either. Believe me, Lancelot knows...
they're like:
Lancelot: someone is going to die--(reader covers his mouth with unhuman streng)
reader: OF FUN!
Lancelot and reader take full advantage of reader's ridiculous strength! either for the benefit of people (such as clearing paths or moving heavy stuck objects, for fights, etc) or for certain little jokes.
Lancelot probably encourages the reader to basically train her giant skills, just in case she has to defend the town she lives in or herself. I don't think he can teach her how to use "heavy metal" but he can definitely give some advice regarding elementary handling.
(Lancelot has been carried princess style by reader more times than the other way around, it's fun and cute to see).
Lancelot fully supports the great reader's appetite! She burns a lot of calories with her great strength, so she needs to eat a lot, if reader convinces him enough, they can compete to see who eats the most, they have a great series of ties.
when reader really fights, she's actually pretty good! Only of course, when she eventually reaches her point of greatest exhaustion, she begins to despair and thinks she is going to die😅 Lancelot tells her half jokingly/half lovingly that she is a crybaby, but that she did quite well on her own.
(by the way, only Lancelot can call the reader a crybaby, anyone else gets a hit on the back of the head).
In general, it's like the typical "opposites attract" but it's actually quite healthy✨
Shares, reglogs and comments are very welcome!
#headcanons#fem reader#4kota#4kota lancelot#4kota lancelot x reader#lancelot#lancelot x reader#mokushiroku no yonkishi#4 knights of the apocalypse#4 knights of the apocalypse lancelot#mokushiroku no yonkishi lancelot#fluff#mitsuri kanroji
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Llegando tarde, pero no importa. (?)
#nnt#nanatsu no taizai#sds#four knights of the apocalypse#tristan liones#tristan nnt#Lancelot#Lancelot nnt#Lantris#triscelot#mokushiroku no yon kishi#4kota#4kota tristan#4kota lancelot
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ok so ive been marinating on some thoughts of 4KOTA again so
18+ 4KOTA and friends but BOOZE EDITION
Percy Platoon first
Donny is a BEAST, this mans can drink so much. It takes so much to get him drunk. He's near the top of ranking here. He gets a little cranky when he's drunk but you can bet your ass he spends so much of the time of getting there making fun of everyone and the time after getting there of being a jokey teasing.
Anne, I think isn't too much of a fan but she can drink a good amount before she's drunk drunk. High middle of the leaderboard. She's a happy drunk and also just more of what she's already like but at 100% the whole time. She will knock herself out within an hour, and it will be Gawain's job to carry her to bed
Percy and Nasiens are. Frankly, I think they're mildly immune? Obviously, Nasiens can frankly erase the effects of alcohol and I'm p sure Percy just can't. It just doesn't work on him. Does this make them top or bottom of the leaderboard? Who knows.
Tristan Platoon
I think Isolde and Jade are both middle ground as well, but opposite side of the middle. Isolde has a slightly higher tolerance than mid and Jade is slightly under. Isolde is a crier, she's real emotional type and she WILL hug somebody. Jade will try to be the hugged one, but he heavily disassociates man. He goes off, he's on another planet.
Chion, I will be mean too, I will not lie. He is pretty low on the leaderboard but not the bottom, it doesn't take much to get drunk and he's a little more obviously mean than usual but he's so wobbly its hard to take him seriously. But he does absolutely make fun of our bottom of the leaderboard.
Tristan is smack between Chion and Jade. He's fairly low tolerance but you can thank the genes he got from Meliodas for being able to handle any booze at all. He's giggly and sweet and always winds up laying on somebody somehow. Shoulder, lap, back, this man will find a way to become a feather boa on you if he can.
AND LANCE!!! Oh this is what spurred this whole post! Lancelot my boy my guy my little purse chihuahua
IF I could direct your attention to Ban's wiki page, you will see that Lance's old man is a LIGHTWEIGHT! Ban gets shitfaced at the slightest amount of booze and you cannot look me in the eye and tell me Fairies have any better chance. Lance is the LIGHTEST LIGHT WEIGHT IN BRITANIA and he HATES IT. And worst yet, he's just like his dad when he's shitfaced. He gets real friendly and by GOD he won't stop laughing.
Chion loves to gloat about how he can drink more than Lancelot, but Tristan and Percy are by far the worst of it, they WILL tease him relentlessly the day after because he would not stop telling them they're his beeeeeessssssstttt frrrriiieeennndddsss~!
And last but certainly not least.
Gawain is just. Impervious. She can down a whole barrel of good shit and act no different. Her face doesnt even flush. You literally can't tell if it does anything and she'll certainly never tell if it works. She and Donny absolutely do drinking contest cause Donny always thinks 'this time I'll win' and then doesn't.
#4kota#seven deadly sins#mokushiroku no yonkishi#tw alchohol mention#had thoughts because of that episode Howzer shows up in#4kota lancelot#4kota tristan#4kota percival#4kota gawain#4kota donny#4kota anne#4kota nasiens#4kota jade#4kota isolde#4kota chion
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Seven Deadly Headcanons
Or seven thoughts I have about the Seven Deadly Sins.
Ban has definitely gone Gordon Ramsey on Meliodas at some point for not only his terrible cooking but also because he can't organize a kitchen for shit.
Ban spent several nights reorganizing the Boar Hat's kitchen and has a system for keeping things tidy. Meliodas once messed with this organization system and Ban's response was putting up a sign that said Meliodas was banned from the kitchen. The ban was lifted only when Meliodas put things back in their place. He's banned from cooking but not from being in the kitchen.
Due to his rough circumstances growing up, Ban is very insistent on the Sins getting their three meals a day. He'll even make accommodations or adjustments to dishes to make sure that they can appeal to others. No one is going hungry when Ban's around. Even Gowther - who probably doesn't need to eat due to him being a doll - is not immune from this.
Gowther has a soft spot for romance novels and he and Merlin have a lil' book club where they discuss their current reads. Escanor and Diane joined in eventually.
I feel that most of the Sins would be bilingual multilingual headcanons my beloved . Meliodas, Gowther, and Merlin would know the demon's language. Meliodas would try learning the goddesses' language because of Elizabeth and Merlin would already know it and she'd probably know Welsh. King would know the fairy's language and whatever Liones' vernacular is. And while Ban may not be as fluent in it, he's trying to learn the fairy's language from Elaine and King. And yes, Benwick would be a bilingual kingdom and you can pry that headcanon from my cold, dead hands. Also, Diane would know both Liones vernacular and the giants' language. Actually, King would also know the giants' language. Escanor would know multiple human languages.
Ban was lowkey having the mother of all panics when Elaine was pregnant because he didn't want to mess up as a parent and wanted Lancelot to have a good childhood. So when Lancelot and Jericho disappeared, that time was just really rough for him because emotions are a bitch and he was just constantly blaming himself. If he had done something, then his son wouldn't have disappeared.
During Lancelot's disappearance, Ban developed a tradition of pouring out a bottle of Aberdeen on the night of his son's disappearance. Also, he was kind of forced into more healthy ways of coping because without his immortality, he couldn't fall back into self-harm. And he couldn't drink himself senseless because he had a kingdom to lead as the king of Benwick.
#seven deadly sins#sds#7ds#nnt#nnt ban#nnt meliodas#nnt diane#harlequin#nnt merlin#nnt escanor#nnt gowther#nnt elizabeth#elizabeth liones#4kota lancelot#nnt elaine#headcanons
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1. uh oh, i'm falling in love
A/N: Hello!!! I said I was gonna write and post this story ages ago and I am so sorry for how long this took!! But now I've finally posted it!!! And chapter 2 is almost finished so look out for that one!! I super hope you enjoy this series and that it was worth the wait!!!!
Pairing(s): Lancelot x GN!Tristan's Twin!Reader (No pronouns specified and I never specify whether they're identical or not, that's completely up to you!)
Summary: The King of Liones throws a party and among all the socializing, Lancelot and (Y/N) decide to spend their time breaking a few rules.
Tags: Alcohol Consumption, Underage Drinking, Meliodas, Fluff, Drunkenness (Is that a word??)
Word Count: 3,088
Song Inspiration: Labyrinth By Taylor Swift
Not beta'd, all mistakes are my own.
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You lean back against the cold stone wall behind you, sighing softly. You can feel the chill of it on your back through the thin fabric of your tunic, but you don't really care much. You’re a bit overheated from the partially crowded dining hall you had been in just a few minutes earlier and you really prefer it much more out here than back in there at the moment.
Nearly everyone you know is there. All four apocalypse knights as well as all their friends, Hendy and Dreyfus, mom and dad, Aunt Margaret and Uncle Gil. It’s a celebration of sorts. It’s someone’s birthday, one of the knights that isn’t Tris or Lance, though you’re not sure which one. Not that your father really needs much of a reason to throw a party anyways, but it is a nice sentiment at least.
It's not that you don't enjoy having fun with everyone, you do, but despite knowing every single person in that room, most of them aren't really your friends. Not including family, there’s only one person in there that you’re close to and by the time everyone had finished eating and scattered into different groups and conversations, you were the only person left by yourself, floundering to figure out what to do next. And so, you came outside to get some air.
"What are you doing now?" A voice says from beside you, the person sounding exasperated.
You turn to the right and crane your neck up towards the doorway leading from the dining hall to the balcony, your (Y/E/C) eyes locking with bright red ones. Your face flushes and you look away, bringing a hand up to rub at the back of your neck sheepishly.
"...sitting outside?" You ask uncertainly.
Lancelot sighs before he's sitting down next to you, so close that his shoulder is touching yours. You suppress a shiver at the warmth he radiates and loosen your hold on your knees, letting your legs stretch out in front of you. You mimic his sitting position, letting your leg touch his as well, and try your best not to think of your reason for doing so.
"(Y/N), you can be friends with them, too. Friendship isn't exclusive, you know." He points out for probably the millionth time in your guys' friendship.
"I know that, Lan, but you've never managed to succeed much in making friends in the past besides me and Tris, especially not an entire group of them, and I really don't wanna get in the way of that. You deserve to just have a group of friends without any interruptions." You tell him with confidence, even though you know it doesn't make much sense in the long run.
"And that wouldn't change just because you are a part of that group. You're my friend, too, my best friend, whether you're friends with the rest of them or not." He tells you, and you can feel his eyes on you, but you force yourself to keep looking away from him for just a little longer.
"Well, still. The five of you guys have a very unique bond and I'm not gonna take the chance of getting in the way of that." You say matter-of-factly.
Your best friend snorts. "Is that the same excuse you use with your brother? Cause I know you have this same argument with him just as much as you do with me."
You groan, throwing your head back and letting it hit the wall, causing a dull ache that you ignore. "Can we not talk about this right now, please?" You finally look at him, your eyes pleading for him to switch topics.
His expression softens as he looks at you and he nods. "Fine. Instead, let's drink." He gets a little grin on his face that's similar to an expression you'd seen on his father's face plenty of times, but at the same time, it's somehow still just all Lancelot. He holds up a dark green bottle and two chalices which had been on the other side of him, out of your line of sight.
You were glad for the conversation change and it was your turn to snort. "What did you sneak away this time?" You ask him knowingly.
He sits up a little straighter rather than slouching against the wall and places the chalices between his legs in front of him. "I have absolutely no idea but I snatched it from one of the castle guards. Heard him bragging about how good it was to one of his buddies, so you know, I thought you and I could test it out just to be sure he wasn't lying." He smirks as he opens up the bottle and starts pouring some for each of you.
You feel a slight flutter in your chest at the thought of him specifically wanting to share it with you and you stay quiet as you inspect the liquid in the chalice he hands you. The alcohol is a light pink color, almost translucent, and the first thing you can think of to compare it to, as random as it is, is Isolde's hair. Maybe a little darker, though. It's pretty. And not at all like any alcohol you'd ever seen or heard of before.
"You sure this is safe to drink?" You ask him sceptically as you turn your face towards him, though your eyes stay on your drink. "This isn't gonna turn out to actually be poison or anything, right?"
You bite your lip as you hear him let out that arrogant chuckle of his under his breath. "No, it's not poison, (Y/N). Now, c'mon, are we drinking or what?" He holds his chalice out and looks at you expectantly.
You shake your worry away and look at him with a small grin, tapping your chalice against his with a soft clink before you both take your first sip. Your eyes widen as the taste hits your tongue. It's sweet, with a slightly bitter undertone, and a deep burn as it slips down your throat that isn't unpleasant and definitely wouldn't be expected based on how sweet it is.
"Damn." Lancelot mutters appreciatively against the lip of his cup.
"Agreed." You mumble before taking a deeper gulp and enjoying it, closing your eyes and humming.
You pull your chalice away from your lips, intent on savoring what's left in it since it's your first time trying it, but Lancelot is gradually relaxing more against your side and the feel of his body still touching yours feels so much nicer than it should and you guys have an entire bottle to yourself and suddenly savoring your drink is the last thing on your mind as you shrug your shoulders and chug the rest of it down, sighing softly at the sweetness of it.
You relish in the taste for a few moments longer before grabbing the bottle from its spot in between Lance’s legs and refilling your chalice, though you misjudge and almost spill some of it over the rim of the cup. You giggle softly at yourself. You're quickly starting to realize that whatever this stuff is, it works fast, but you don't really mind.
"Hey, don't spill any of that, I only got one bottle this time and I don't wanna waste any of it." The boy beside you says sternly and at his words, you put every ounce of your focus into not spilling a single drop of alcohol until your chalice is filled and you hold the bottle out in his general direction.
He takes it from you and you take a long drink, sighing softly in content and slouching back against the wall, allowing your head to tip to the side and land on Lancelot's shoulder. He stiffens slightly beside you even as he leans his head against yours and you wonder if it’s the alcohol. Somewhere in the back of your mind, you have a fleeting thought that it’s strange for you to be so physically close with him, but it was gone as quick as it had come.
It seems that Lancelot's mind, however, lingers on it a little longer. "What are you doing?" He asks you softly, his voice almost a whisper and his words slightly slurring already.
"I'm relaxing." You state like it's obvious, noticing the same slur in your own voice. You take another drink as your eyes close before continuing. "Your shoulder is a really comfy pillow. And you're so warm." You find yourself leaning further into him as the cold wind blows against your mostly uncovered arms.
"(Y/N/N), people could walk right over here and see us like this." He says in that same soft tone, some emotion in his voice that you can't quite place in your current state of mind.
"So what?" You slur, finishing off your second drink. "'S not like we're doin' 'nything. Don' worry 'bout it, Lancey." The nickname you hadn't called him since you were nine slipped out without you asking it to, but thankfully, he doesn't acknowledge it.
You hear him sigh and you open your eyes to see him refilling his own drink and then yours, the bottle now empty. As you bring the chalice to your lips once more, you hear him speak so quietly that you're certain his words are only meant for his own ears, not yours.
"What am I going to do with you, huh?" The question is asked with a voice full of affection and you can't help but smile.
"Ya know, gettin' back to our rooms is gonna be a pain in the ass." You point out. "Next time, you gotta try an' find out how strong the stuff is before we drink it."
"Ah, shit." He curses and you snicker.
"Mmmm, maybe we can jus' sleep righ' here." You suggest, seriously considering it.
He lifts his head off of yours and you can't help but pout slightly as he starts shifting beside you. "We can't jus' sleep here, (Y/N/N). We gotta try and get to our actual beds." He reasons.
You groan as you sit up. "Ugh, why do you gotta be right?" You mumble.
He laughs softly as he sits up, leaning over your legs to nestle the empty bottle and now once again empty chalices into the corner of the balcony beside you. Seeing the action suddenly makes you wonder how he had even snuck any of it onto the balcony in the first place, but you're quickly distracted as Lancelot stands up.
He wobbles slightly as he does, reaching a hand out to steady himself with the wall, then he reaches a hand down to you. You grab it and allow him to help you stand, both of you taking a moment to gather your bearings and get used to standing. The world around you is wobbly and keeps going out of focus, but you have no choice but to force your vision to stay as clear as possible, as you will now have to walk quite a bit before you can get off of your feet again.
Simultaneously, you both step through the doorway and into the dining hall slowly and you squint at the brighter lighting, blinking quickly. "Here goes nothin'." Lancelot says quietly, and you both start making your way across the room as fast as your alcohol-infused brains will allow without either of you falling flat on your face. You manage to avoid catching the attention of anyone else in the room until about halfway to the doors leading to the hallway.
"Everything okay, (Y/N)?" Your dad calls from behind you and you freeze. Neither of you dare turn around, knowing that if you do, he'll immediately know what you and the blonde next to you have been doing. From your slow, uncertain steps to the bright flush that you just know is covering your face, your drunkenness would be completely obvious, and you know Lancelot is in a similar state.
You try to force your voice into some semblance of normal, trying to keep from slurring. "Yeah, F-Father, 'im fine." You tell him. Out of the corner of your eye, you see Lancelot nod his head in agreement with your statement.
Your dad gives a small hum as you blink and suddenly he's right beside you. Your eyes widen and you hear Lancelot choke before trying to cover it up with a cough. Your dad's expression is the same as always, just a casual, neutral expression that gives away none of his actual thoughts. However, in one of his hands is a bottle, and in his other is two empty chalices. None of the items ever had any special markings. Those could be any two chalices. That could be any old bottle of alcohol. But knowing your father, you know for a fact that they're the exact items that you and Lance had just left behind on the balcony.
You internally curse as you give your father an uncertain and sheepish grin. Your dad doesn't say anything else or react at all at first, but then he adjusts his hold on the chalices so that he can hold the bottle with the same hand as well, leaving one of his hands free. He suddenly gives his signature grin and his hand pats your back. It would've been a perfectly normal gesture except his hand comes down a little more forcefully than normal, causing you to stumble forward and almost fall on your face.
"Well, that's good! Go rest up, 'kay? We got a big day tomorrow!" He starts walking away but stops to do the same back patting move on Lancelot before he's moved across the room to do something else.
You and Lancelot turn to look at each other with wide eyes before you both turn forward and move as quickly as you can to get out of the room and into the hallway. Once the doors to the dining hall close behind you, you loop your arm with his without much thought to it, but you end up needing the support anyways as the two of you stumble through the halls.
Once you make it to your door, Lancelot starts to pull his arm away from yours, but you're quick to latch onto it again. "You gotta help me get to my bed." You whine softly, not caring much how you sound at this point.
He chuckles softly and the sound fills you up with a slight giddiness. "'Kay, fine." He says, pushing your doors open.
You both stumble into the room as the closing of the doors leave you in the very dim lighting of your bed chambers. You walk further into the room before your foot hits the corner of the long rug across the floor and you trip, falling forward. You yelp as you hit the ground and you hear a curse from beside you. You realize that you were still holding onto Lancelot's arm and had ended up dragging him down with you.
"'M sorry." You mumble quietly.
"'S fine." He reassures me.
You realize that you should probably get up now, but you're starting to get sleepy and your carpet is soft and you feel yourself sagging more into it. You look beside you to see Lancelot flipping over onto his back.
"Floor's comfy." He says softly.
You hum your agreement and after a moment of hesitation, you roll over and snuggle right up to him, your head going onto his shoulder and your arm throwing itself loosely over his chest and waist.
He gasps softly, freezing up, and you think for a moment that maybe you shouldn't have just done that. You're not really sure why you did it in the first place. Ever since laying your head on his shoulder earlier on, you had wondered what it would be like to snuggle all the way into his side, what it would be like to maybe even have his arms completely wrapped around you. You refuse to admit it right in this moment, but you’ve been wondering these types of things for awhile now, despite knowing you probably shouldn't. He’s your childhood best friend, you should see him as a brother, not as a potential romantic connection. But deep down you know that these feelings for him are inevitable considering you’ve had them for years. And so, when you saw him just laying there, you couldn't help yourself. It was like an instinct.
But now you’re wondering if he's been uncomfortable with you being all over him as you recall the way he stiffened earlier and the way he questioned your actions. You push away from him, opening your mouth and getting ready to apologize, when he suddenly beats you to it.
"No, wait-" His voice is suddenly filled with a strange sense of panic as his arm quickly curls around you and pulls you back against him, your head coming to rest on his chest this time, though neither of you voice any complaints. Your arm goes back around his torso as his stays curled around your waist. "Stay, please." He says in a tone of voice that even you very rarely hear from him. It’s pleading, vulnerable. Almost afraid, in a way. Of what, you aren't quite sure. But you aren't going to question him about it, not sure you'd even get an answer if you did.
"Okay." You try your best to pronounce the whole word, feeling it important to do so. "'M here." You say, trying your best to reassure whatever fears are currently nestled into that strange brain of his.
He suddenly turns onto his side and wraps his other arm around you as well, pulling you closer, your face in his chest and his face in your hair. The motion was quick, like he was in a hurry to do it. You relax completely, practically melting into him and the floor under you. You're completely surrounded by him and suddenly you want nothing more than to stay here for the rest of your life.
You nuzzle your face against his shirt as your eyelids start to droop. It's been a long day and the alcohol coursing through your system hasn't added to your energy at all. The last thing you hear before you fall asleep is Lancelot mumbling something that sounds like, "Smells nice." As he burrows his face further into your hair.
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A/N: What do y'all think?? Please let me know!! I should have chapter 2 finished soon, there's going to be both a male!reader version of it and a female!reader version of it. Pronouns still aren't specified, but there's a certain part of the chapter that differs greatly depending on gender, tbh, so if you'd like to be tagged for the next chapter, let me know which version you'd like to be tagged for!! You can also ask to be tagged for both versions if you'd like to be!!! Thank you for reading!!!
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ok im not gonna lie i kinda ate the rendering
anyways he’s my world and my universe and my everything
#four knights of the apocalypse#lancelot#7ds#nnt manga#4kota lancelot#4koa#4kota fanart#4kota#nnt anime#seven deadly sins#nanastunotaizai#nanastu no taizai#nnt#7ds fanart#mokushiroku no yonkishi#digital illustration#digital art
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It was incredibly sweet when Donny, beaming with joy, announced that Lancelot would get a nickname - "Lancelot the Mighty"
(Было невероятно мило, когда Донни, сияя от радости, объявил, что Ланселот получит прозвище - "Ланселот Могучий")
#mokushiroku no yonkishi#mokushiroku no yon kishi#the four knights of the apocalypse#four knights of the apocalypse#4kota#4koa#donny#lancelot#4kota donny#4kota lancelot#lancelot x donny#donny x lancelot#I love these two
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Got more headcanons for percival platoon?👀
Sorry your headcanons were so good.!😚
I'm glad you like them! I was able to come up with them thanks to the ask. Let's see how an extension will turn out... 🤔
Once the Platoon learns Nasiens is a fairy, as soon as their shock dies down, Anne and Donny will ask if Nasiens can fly. Why? Because flying is awesome, dammit!
Either King or Tioreh will teach Nasiens how to float.
Donny misses his arrow-caused undercut that Percival gave him, but he will never dare to try getting his hair cut like that again. It's gonna happen, though.
Donny and Anne have gotten a lot closer in the 2 years they spent (mostly) alone on missions together... They've developed several inside jokes that they'll apologize to the team for later.
Lancelot subtly manipulated the team in minor ways, too. That's how he gradually improved their manners and toned down their exaggerated assumptions of what Liones would be like. He tried everything he could to prepare them, but he toned his morally-gray effort down after Anne confronted him about his secrets and lack of trustworthiness.
Sleeping in a cuddle pile became an unconscious habit for the Percy Platoon. Some members of the Tristan Platoon are jealous.
Donny cheats in carnival games and Anne complains about it until he wins the grand prize--then she hopes it's a gift for her or can be sold for a lot of money.
#4kota#mokushiroku no yonkishi#percival platoon#4kota nasiens#4kota donny#4kota anglahad#4kota lancelot#asks#headcanons
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I'm not a fan of most or really any designs of this series because I think the outfits looks even worse than sds which not all of the outfits in sds is bad. You can't really tell if this is in old fantasy or not with the outfit choices in 4kota. Especially some of the female designs which I'm not a fan of or just plain bland.
The four knights of apocalypse. Okay I practically know nothing about this series except for the infamous parts and I tried reading the manga but I don't really like it. Spin off anime/manga of kids isn't really my thing since most start of boring.
#my fyp#4kota#rant#4kota lancelot#4kota gawain#4kota percival#4kota tristan#tristan liones#percival#gawain#lancelot#i will do more characters of 4kota then sds because man i have a lot to do#4 knights of the apocalypse#four knights of the apocalypse#character redesign#character deisgn#character design#nnt#sds#seven deadly sins#nanatsu no taizai
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Lancelot #01🏀
So, I’m going through a Kuroko no Basket Phase….. in another attempt to get out of my art block. I give you this. 🫶
I’ve infused this post with my process, if you like videos of my struggling to draw this will be a good one
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Half-Light Chapter 3 is HERE!
This fic is now officially over 18k WORDS LONG WOOOOOOO!!! I hope you guys enjoy!!!
#nanatsu no taizai#mokushiroku no yonkishi#the seven deadly sins#the four knights of the apocalypse#tristan liones#lancelot#meliodas#elizabeth liones#4kota tristan#4kota lancelot#4kota#nnt#nnt manga#nasiens#four knights of the apocalypse#meliodas nnt#lancetris#triscelot#trislance#trilance
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I can't help but think of Lancelot or jericho giving Mitsuri Reader the iconic three braids because her hair is super long and because of her clumsy nature, Reader sometimes steps on her own hair and falls,its just a cute yet practic solution
Awwwww yes! Definitely!
Reader LOVES her long hair because it makes her look pretty and she doesn't like to cut it, but that causes it to get in her face and causes her to trip and fall much more frequently 😅
I have a feeling that Lancelot at first wanted to cut off a lot of Reader's hair so that she would look like him when he was little 😭🤣 and Jericho had to physically prevent him from doing so while Reader ran scared... and fell face first again bump into her hair😂
Jericho is the one who does Reader's hair and who gives her her iconic three-braid hairstyle (she was thinking of only two, but she had too much hair) and it looks very adorable on her ❤️
After a while Lancelot learns to do it on his own, he even makes a funny face of concentration when he does the braids (although he won't let anyone see him doing it lol)
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Reader AMA su pelo largo porque la hace ver bonita y no le gusta cortarlo, pero eso causa que se le meta en la cara y que se tropiece y caiga con mucha mas frecuencia 😅
tengo el presentimiento de que Lancelot al principio queria cortarle gran parte del pelo a Reader para que se pareciera a el cuando era pequeño 😭🤣 y Jericho tuvo que evitar físicamente que lo hiciera mientras reader corria asustada...y caiga otra vez de cara al toparse con su pelo😂
Jericho es quien peina a Reader y quien le da su icónico peinado de tres trenzas(ella pensaba en solo dos, pero ella tenía demasiado pelo) y le queda muy adorable ❤️
después de un tiempo Lancelot aprende a hacerlo por su cuenta, incluso hace una cara divertida de concentración cuando hace las trenzas (aunque no dejara que nadie lo vea haciendolo lol)
#headcanons#fem reader#4 knights of the apocalypse#4kota#4 knights of the apocalypse lancelot#4kota lancelot#4kota lancelot x reader#lancelot x reader
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第16話
#mokushiroku no yon kishi#four knights of the apocalypse#lancelot#4kota lancelot#4Kota#4koa lancelot#4koa#4kishi
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im having Lancelot thoughts so.
Headcanon list for my Purse chihuahua (yes hes stuck with that moniker now)
He's good at styling hair. Won't do shit to his own hair, but if he's left sitting idle for too long, the person nearest to him is going to wind up with a new hair style for the day. He learned from helping do his mom's hair when he was young and Jericho's here and there.
He actually collects knives. not just for using his magic with, but because he likes seeing what cool and wild designs people make. He'd like to try his hand at making one someday, he's got a couple of sketches of designs.
He's fairly good at drawing. It's very sketchy looking, but he only draws landscapes of the places he's been to.
His fox form's fur is actually pretty coarse. This is intentional on his part.
I need this boy to have some not so "cool mature and untouchable" vibes
His parents held on to all his old toys and things from before he and Jericho vanished and when he finally returned home, he buried himself in stuffed animals and toys he genuinely thought he'd never be able to see again.
He has a stuffed rabbit he used to carry with him as a kid that, after it got to worn out to be fixed, he turned into a little bag he keeps on his belt with things he considers precious to him.
He and Tristan made up a secret code so they could write each other letters no one else could understand and they still use it when they're older. They teach Percy and Gawain so it becomes "The Four Knights Secret Code". It mostly gets used for dumb stuff like planning to sneak out in the middle of the night with friends or late night snack runs
he does actually have pretty sharp canines even in human form so he will bite if necessary. He just doesn't cause he knows it makes him look feral.
He's more a cat guy, honestly. Dogs can be a bit too high strung for him and he's more cat like himself anyways. Man can, will, and has napped in weird places just because "the sun hit just right" and will make eye contact before knocking shit over just because. He thinks he's hilarious for this. Tristan and Anne do not.
Jericho used to tell him "little white lie" stories for stuff he'd ask that she either didn't have an actual answer for or didn't want to explain to him and he still believes some of them. This leads to many hilarious moments of Lance vehemently telling people something and the rest of the gang explaining the truth to him.
Donny can and has agreed with Lancelot only because its kind of funny to see everyone look at him like he's lost his shit for saying he also believes an old wives tale or a children's story too.
It's a personal goal of his to be able to beat Meliodas in a fight, not for any particular reason, but just because it feels like a good goal to have since Meliodas is technically the strongest person in Britannia.
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