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spro-o · 24 days

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I will write a whole list of headcanons about Lance if you draw the day-after of that Drunk TriLance, I need that boy with a hangover and suffering relentless teasing XDD

this is so fuckin delayed bUT- here it is 🤲🤲 (pt. 2 of the drunk TriLance drawing)

#I louve their dynamic sm #poor donny 😔#trilance #lancetris #lancelot 4kota #tristan 4kota #donny 4kota #4kota #four knights of the apocalypse #mokushiroku no yonkishi #4kota fanart #4kota headcanons #nnt #nanatsu no taizai #the seven deadly sins

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theprinceofliones · 14 days

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Tristan Liones (Half-Light AU) Design!

AAAAAAAAA LOOK AT MY SOOOOOONNNN!!! My cousin did an AMAZING job bringing my HF!Tristan to life! I love how he turned out! Definitely more conservative than most royals as he follows the Faith of the Seraphim, but still has that royal elegance to him! Just in LOVE with this design! I think Lancelot should be coming along here soon as well! I hope you guys like him as much as I do!

#nanatsu no taizai #mokushiroku no yonkishi #the seven deadly sins #the four knights of the apocalypse #tristan liones #lancelot #meliodas #elizabeth liones #4kota #nnt #4kota tristan #lancelot 4koa #lancetris #trislance #triscelot #trilance

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banlaineslawyer · 1 month

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Lancetris thought:

Lancelot and Tristan are cuddling in Tristan’s room, just talking, but they lost track of time, and Tristan forgot that he had a meeting w his parents and Margaret and Gilthunder. So, Meliodas and Elizabeth go into Tristan’s room to find Lancelot and Tristan sleeping. They couldn’t bother them bc they look so peaceful, so they changed the date of the meeting.

#7ds #lancelot x tristan #lancelot #tristan #tristan liones #lancetris #elizabeth liones #Meliodas #melizabeth #sds

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hantheheart · 14 days

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Specially hand crafted headcanons for @spro-o beloved

Two for one deal, MelBan and LanceTris Domestic type shit GO

MelBan

Meliodas climbs Ban like a cat tree every time he needs something above his height. Ban's just resigned himself to being a perch for his doofy boyfriend.

Ban sometimes just carries Meliodas for the hell of it, but in the most silly ways he can, but the stuffed animal carry like this is the usual. ( I took this screenshot myself)

Mel likes stealing Ban's jackets. Man already has a problem with clothes, Mel makes it so much worse. He might actually start wearing shirts- THE HORROR

Ban has a "Meliodas is in a kitchen" sense and WILL throw him out the nearest window to stop him from creating something poisonous- or worse, simply inedible

That patty-cake thing they do every time the reunite after a long time?? Yeah, that happens a lot. sometimes they'll just do it when their bored.

Sometimes, they'll just chuck each other. Like, just rear back and see how far they can throw the other. Also a contest, like their arm wrestling.

The silly little contests are how the flirt. It is never ending chaos and the other Sins just wish they wouldn't do it inside building.

Mel will pick up Ban too, but he's more the type to just hold Ban over his head.

They just don't act "mushy" romantic, they can, but most of the time they're bein goofy and silly with their flirting and such

LanceTris

Somehow the cat energy passed Tristan up for Lance and Ban and Mel find it endlessly hilarious.

Lance will make eye contact with Tristan before knocking something over and Tristan will chase him around for like 20 minutes. He usually forgets what he's actually chasing Lance for after a bit and they just end up chasing each other around for goofs.

Tristan is very physically affectionate in that he likes leaning on Lancelot in some way. They end up shoulder-too-shoulder a lot.

When he's feeling especially silly, Tristan will grab Lance by the face and kiss him rather aggressively then let go and run off. Lance'll stand there, starstruck for a minute, before running after him.

this game of chase is their equivalent for Ban and Mel's contests but also something they used to do as kids a lot.

Every time they've ever had to go to fancy events like Banquets or Balls, they tend to hide out in a corner somewhere and just shit talk all the stuck up older nobles.

Lance can at least kind of cook thanks to Ban, but generally speaking. Neither of them should be trusted to cook lest they end up poisoning each other.

#4kota #nnt #lancetris #melban #4kota lancelot #4kota tristan #nnt meliodas #nnt ban

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dxncingwithastrxnger · 11 months

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OKAY SO. New Trilance story coming soon!!!! I know I haven’t updated my other two yet, but don’t worry, I will be doing that soon!!! I just took a little break from writing for a few weeks, but I’m coming back!! And I’m bringing a new story or two with me as well 😌 This is just a little sneak peek atm, I’m still working on the first chapter, but here’s some of it!!! I’m not actually gonna put all the song lyrics throughout the chapter (unless y’all want me to? 👀), but I just couldn’t help but do it in the sneak peek cause it all just fits so well. Like, you cannot tell me that Young and Beautiful by Lana Del Rey ISN’T a trilance song. But anyways, lemme know what y’all think and if you want me to tag you when I finally post the actual chapter, please let me know!!!! Tagging @darkelf-7 as promised 💖✨

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Will you still love me when I'm no longer young and beautiful?

Lance takes a step towards Tristan and grabs his left hand, holding it up beside them. Tristan turns his hand and intertwines their fingers together, giving Lance a slight nod afterwards.

Will you still love me when I got nothing but my aching soul?

The blonde then reaches for Tristan’s right hand, taking it and placing it onto his left shoulder. The silver-haired prince gives his shoulder a squeeze, smiling at the other boy reassuringly.

I know you will, I know you will, I know that you will

Then Lance reaches forward and gently places his free hand on Tristan’s side, right at his waist. Now Tristan’s breath hitches, and he gives Lance an almost shy look. Lance gives the silverette’s side a slight squeeze, just as Tristan had done to his shoulder, and the blonde watches with eyes of wonder as Tristan gasps slightly, the spark between them crackling in the air like a tangible thing.

Will you still love me when I'm no longer beautiful?

After one beat, two, like an unspoken signal, they both started stepping. One step, two steps, three steps, the two of them move around each other in the empty room. Almost like a slow, deliberate game of chase. Lance trying to catch Tristan, only to stop and move away as Tristan comes towards him instead.

Dear Lord, when I get to heaven

Tristan was breathless. Not from the exertion of dancing, no. This was nothing compared to sword training and running obstacles. This was something else entirely. How could he ever catch his breath when Lancelot was looking at him like that? All he could see in the other man’s eyes is love, affection, and a simmering heat that was slowly building. The prince was certain that he was giving the same exact look back to the man in front of him.

Please let me bring my man

Lancelot lifts their joined hands and spins Tristan around and away from him. As Tristan is pulled back into his arms, he gives Lancelot a coy smile, looking up at him through his long lashes. Lancelot’s pupils widened slightly and his lips twitch up slightly, a bit of his usual arrogance coming back into his expression.

When he comes, tell me that you'll let him in

A few moments later, as they come back to the middle of the room, Lancelot suddenly pushes forward and a small yelp escapes Tristan’s lips as he’s pushed back, both of his feet just barely on the ground. He looks at Lance, hovering above him with a slight smirk, his entire arm around Tristan’s middle section, holding him up, the other still holding his hand.

Father, tell me if you can

Whereas before he was breathless, now his lungs were in overdrive, his breath coming out in short, shallow puffs of air. Then Lance takes his hand out of Tristan’s and starts trailing it slowly along the other man’s arm. The touch is light and soft, just there enough to leave a burning trail of goosebumps in it’s wake. Up his arm and then across his shoulder until he’s reached Tristan’s side. The prince held his breath now as Lance starts trailing his hand down further, towards his hip.

Oh, that grace

Lance locks eyes with Tristan as he brings his hand to the silverette’s hip, slotting his thumb into the line indent there. The blonde-haired man watches with rapt attention as the prince’s eyes widen, the black of his eyes slowly growing over the blue and green, and he chokes on his next breath.

Oh, that body

The blonde continues his hands original path, trailing gentle fingers past Tristan’s hip and down along the outside of his thigh. Tristan’s chest heaves, his breath quickening as he waits for what Lance is doing, filled with anticipation. Lance slides his hand underneath Tristan’s knee, pulling up and bringing it around his own hip, bringing the two of them closer together than before. Tristan immediately locks his leg, keeping it there.

Oh, that face makes me wanna party

They’re so close now, their bodies almost entirely pressed together. Lancelot leans down and presses his forehead into Tristan’s, allowing them to feel each other’s heartbeat against their own chest. Lancelot brings his hand up from Tristan’s knee and instead presses it to his cheek instead, cradling his face tenderly. Tristan mimics the action with his free hand and the two of them stay just like that, holding each other without a care in the world.

He's my sun, he makes me shine like diamonds

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katomamoru-san · 6 years

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My boys need to work out their feelings

Keith: Bye, have a good day

Lance: Thanks, have a great day :)

Keith: *Hardcore death glares* Have an amazing day.

Lance: *With a shit eating grin because he knows how to thread the needle*

Lance: Have an incredible day~

Keith: Have a magical fucking day you son of a bitch.

#klance #incorrectquotesvoltron #keith is my son #lancetries #keywordtries

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zeldrispendragon · 4 years

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Wtf is tristan x lancelot's ship name

Lancetris?

Latris?

Triscelot?

Trilan?

#nnt #nanatsu no taizao #the four knights of the apocalypse

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starrbomb · 7 years

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Bite bite

(I apologize ahead right now, I am very sorry) Okay, so the team goes to this abandoned planet, both by its inhabitants, who had left because the galra has invaded, and the galra. There is word that galra has only left recently after it was deemed unsafe even for them. And when word got to the indigenous people, they refused to go back, saying that their new planet is much more safe for them and their young,

So what does the team do? They go and check out the planet, because if there’s something there that they can use against the galra, they have to take a chance, right? They split up into two teams; Hunk Pidge and Keith go to the abandoned city to check out what sort of information the people had, since they had heard from the people that they had filed hidden on their computers about the galra that could help them in their fight, and Shiro and Lance went to the recently abandoned galra compound to see if there was information left behind about their plans or anything of use.

It’s in this galra building that they realize just how creepy it is, especially with all of the crazy green webs covering every corner and hallway they find themselves in. Shiro leads them into some sort of experimentation lab, one that was throughly trashed; broken glass and papers thrown about everywhere, abundant amount of webs again, even the table was destroyed along with any control boards for the screens. Or anything. Shiro and Lance scope out the room, trying to figure out what made the gouges in the steel walls, when it happens. Something falls off the roof and lands on top of Lance, getting him to scream as he tries to fight it off. It’s a huge mutated spider, something that could haunt anyone’s nightmares for years to come. In the struggle, the beast spider bites Lance on his neck just before shiro is able to get around the destroyed table to get off lance and kill it.

But its already too late, lance can feel burning and yet freezing cold go up and down his neck from the bite, making everything scream at him and feel absolutely numb at the same time. He calls out for Shiro, for his mother, anyone to come and take the pain away. He’s pretty sure he’s crying, but it’s like every nerve is dying, so he can’t tell.

He can’t

Tell when Shiro scoops him up and races out of the building. Nor does he hear when Shiro is screaming at the others to get back to the castle. By the time they reach their lions, Lance can barely feel anything at all besides pain and fear and tiredness. He just wants to sleep. To sleep away the pain and wake up when he gets out of the pod. He can hear Shiro’s rapid heartbeat by his ear, and feel the vibrations of Shiro yelling at him, but he can’t figure out the pleas of shiro telling to stay awake. That their almost there.

He doesn’t stay awake.

Coran gets him into the pods as quickly as e can but it’s too late. Lance is practically dead. He immediately takes Lance out of the pod and hooks him up to a fluid that can mimic to the atom human blood types (I’m making up alien medical stuff, just follow me on this) and it seems to work at first, Lance is stable although unconscious and they can focus on whatever poison entered his system. By then out of no where, Lance shots up before they can even get started on getting a sample and starts throwing up. After the contents of his stomach is completely gone, he starts coughing up blood, buckets and buckets of it. Coran and Shiro don’t know what to do, and it doesn’t help that he can hear that the others starting to make their way to the medical wing.

Shiro can’t figure out what’s going on, but no matter what Lance just keeps puking up more blood. And then he watches as Lance scrambles with his hand and ropes out the tubes in his arms scaring the living day lights out of Shiro and Coran and they try to get him to let them put them back in. But that’s when they realize that Lance is actually puking less and less blood, and is taking in more deep breathes. But he still feels ice cold, and once they get Lance to stay still they can’t actually find a pulse on him, no matter what pressure points they try.

The others come in and find the amount of blood on the floor and are immediately screaming out questions and just plain old scream (Hunk can’t deal with blood). Lance tells them all to quiet down, all of the drums and the yelling giving his migraine even more fuel. It confuses the others since......there aren’t any sounds of drums. Plus the fact that Lance is trying to hide away from the lights and how pale his usually very lively skin is is only making them more worried about what’s going on.

It takes hours of testing and even then the results just doesn’t add up at all.

Medically and scientifically, Lance should be dead. And yet he is still very much alive, complaining about all the tests and needles and the drumming (which everyone insists isn’t there). They decide to talk to the people that once lives there and see if they know what’s going on. They tell them that the thing that bit Lance is called a spiativs, their bites were known for killing almost anyone in minutes, but there were rumors that there some that did survive the bite, but at a terrible price. Thy became pretty much the living dead, and the side affects made their lives almost impossible to live in the cities.

Pidge makes the connection that the symptoms for their living dead is basically vampires. Lance is a vampire now. The constant ‘drumming’ that he was hearing was actually their racing heart beats that Lance could hear now, and the almost non existent heart beat (they finally found it thanks to the pods) was the fact that the venom literally changed his body’s chemistry to where it didn’t actually need to be pumped with blood every millisecond.

So yeah, he’s a vampire now. Including all of the good quirks as well as the bad. He is stronger, faster, doesn’t need as much food or sleep to live anymore (doesn’t stop him from taking naps though), all of his senses are hightened and he even has the fangs. Bad news is that he can’t hangout with the others for too long, the sounds of their heartbeats dredging up headaches and stomachs aches even. He almost always wears his hood up now to keep the lights out of his eyes and he starts to actually get that craving for blood. And not the replica stuff that Coran had tried to pump him with before, they tried that first and he ended up puking it all up not even half an hour later. Apparently he needs actual real blood.

At first, Lance refuses to tell anyone else about the new unusual appetite besides Coran. He doesn’t want to be like the stereotypical vampire that ‘wants to suck everyone’s blood’ even though that is the thing that he needs in order to stay healthy. He tries to make do with the fake stuff, any somehow makes it a few weeks with it, but after Shiro finds him puking it up he knows that he can’t hide it anymore. He tells shiro about the blood appetite and tells him that he doesn’t want to hurt the others, or ask them to let him eat from them. It just felt wrong and he didn’t want to hurt any of them.

Shiro suggests (cough cough insist) that Lance drink from him, and Lance who has been crying the whole time refuses. He doesn’t know if he’ll be able to stop himself since he’s been pretty much starving himself for weeks. But Shiro almost begs Lance to do it. It’s his fault that Lance is this way now, he wants to help any way he can. He can’t watch Lance keep doing this to himself when he knows that he can help him.

Shiro gets Lance to agree, but on the condition that Coran is there with them to make sure he doesn’t go too far. The first time was definitely awkward; Lance isn’t exactly sure what to do and he’s so focused on not hurting shiro that when actually does start to feed he almost chokes a few times. As for Shiro, the initial bite hurt a bit but then he actually feels sort of weird. Not hurting, but like more in a dream like state, and the feeling of Lance feeding actually feels sort of nice. Good. Pleasing.

After that, they make a point of Lance feeding off of shiro once a week, making sure that he doesn’t lose to much blood while satisfying Lance’s appetite.

The more time they do it, the closer they feel to one another. They start to hang out more after missions and out of know where they find themselves falling for each other. Lance tells him all of his insecurities and shiro does his best to help prove them wrong. He compliments Lance more (probably more than he should on things like his looks and his personality) and shiro confides his worries about the war and his lost time to the galra.

They finally confess to each other in probably not the best way possible; they had ended falling asleep together after a late night chat and shiro wakes Lance up by accident with one of his nightmares. Shiro is completely out of it while lancetries to pull him back from his nightmare. Shiro is begging Lance to make the pain go away, so Lance does the only thing he knows will help shiro get out of his painful dream. He bites him. It’s rough at first and Lance is trying to keep focused on making Shiro feel better. And in Shiro’s happy induced state from Lance feeding, he tells him that he loves him and that he always makes him feel good when feeding. ( don’t get mad at shiro, he always get pretty loose lipped and his brain doesn’t think everything he says through) or course shiro actually loves him, but Lance believes that shiro is only hanging out with him because of the apparent ‘happy high’ he gives him whenever he feeds off him.

Lance closes himself off after that night, and shiro doesn’t really remember that night so he’s not sure why whenever he tries to spend time with his blue Paladin, he always runs off with such a look of pain in his eyes. After a week of this and when Lance misses their usual feeding, he gives on trying to let Lance come to him about it and decide to search him out and ask why he’s avoiding him.

It’s a very hard and emotionally exhausting arguement, a lot of it is Lance yelling at himself for ever thinking that such a great guy like Shiro would ever think about wanting to be with him, even before his ‘death’.

Long argument cut short, shiro explains that he really meant it when he said he loved Lance, and not because of the ‘happy high’ he gets when ever Lance feeds off him. He loves the way Lance is protective of everyone and always puts them ahead of himself. The way he’ll always laugh at hunk’s jokes and be a ‘rubber duck’ for Pidge and Matt when their coding. He loves everything about Lance.

They officially come out to the team two weeks later, to which the others give their gac to Matt.

Apparently, the others had a bet on when they would actually come out to the team as a couple and Matt had won.

#voltron #halloween #Lance vampire #voltron au #shance #shangst #langst #Lance does die for like a couple of minutes #made up medical stuff #cause I can #Lance #shiro #Matt #Coran #vampire!Lance #voltron halloween

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spro-o · 15 days

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👉👈 Sproo, king, I will write you any headcanon lists you want if you draw SDS era Arthur for me pretty pwease. Adorable golden angel boy??

well how could I deny such an offer?? Here- the precious little guy!! Not a crazy, racist maniac,,,, 😭😭

But anyways!! If I could see home HCs about either Melban, Ban, or Lancelot/Lancetris then I would be elated X3c thank you for the request btw!!

#ask #nnt #nanatsu no taizai #the seven deadly sins #nnt fanart #7ds #7ds fanart #arthur pendragon #Arthur nnt #nnt arthur #4kota #mokushiroku no yonkishi

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smokerswifey · 19 days

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Tried drawing kid lance by memory and ended up doodling this scraggly mess .

My poor big eared gremlin cannot catch a break 😭 .

Someone give him a hug 🥺

( why us his neck so long tho, mf be looking like an ostrich- )

#nanatsu no taizai #mokushiroku no yonkishi #4koa #seven deadly sins #lancelot #lancelot nnt #lancelot 4koa #lancelot x tristan #tristan x lancelot #lancetris #ban nnt #elaine nnt #banelaine #ban x elaine #angst #art #doodle

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banlaineslawyer · 15 days

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Part two of my Lancetris fanfiction is out now!

#7ds #4kota #tristan liones #lancelot #lancelot x tristan #lancetris #meliodas #elizabeth liones #ban #elaine

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dxncingwithastrxnger · 1 year

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1. it’s been a secret for the longest time

A/N: Hey, guys!!! I've been working on this story for about a week or so, I'm so excited to finally be posting it!!! A couple of weeks ago, I became absolutely obsessed with the song inspiration for this and eventually my brain started applying it to Trilance and I'd say the result is absolutely beautiful. This is actually Chapter 1 out of at least 2 (though I might continue with more than that if people really want me to). Originally this was going to be much longer, it was actually going to include a whole smut scene which would've almost doubled the word count at least, maybe even fully doubled it, but my laptop needs to charge and I need to go to sleep, lmao. So you guys get part one now and part two sometime tomorrow!! Imma have to go back through and do some proofreading later on, but for the most part, it should be good to go!!! Happy reading!!!

Pairing(s): Tristan x Lancelot

Summary: For months now, Tristan and Lancelot have played a game of secret flirting, lustful longing, and maybe even something a bit more. But now that a certain date has finally been set, they're running out of time to decide what they want and Tristan decides he's going to finally make a move to advance things forward.

Tags: Aged up characters (somewhere around 21-24), alcohol, sexual tension, slight Guinevere bashing (💀💀), cheating/infidelity sorta (depends on how you look at it, I guess? But people have tried to come at me for not tagging cheating in the past, so, lmao)

Song Inspiration: Shameless By Camila Cabello (Highly recommend, btw)

Word Count: 4,883

Not beta'd, all mistakes are my own.

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[Series Masterlist]

[Chapter 1] [Chapter 2] [Chapter 3] [Chapter 4] [Chapter 5] [Chapter 6] [Chapter 7] [Chapter 8] [Chapter 9]

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Lancelot holds his breath as he waits. It's time. This is when he always shows up. Well, when they always show up, but he could care less about her. It's only him that he's concerned about. And there he is. Right on time. He watches from across the crowded club as two people come in through the front entrance. The flashing lights of the paparazzi that have followed them here were barely noticeable thanks to the heavy door blocking the club from the outside world quickly closing behind them.

A pinkette and a silverette make their way through the dancefloor slowly, stopping and talking to people, going by the bar to get their first round of drinks. Both of them are the closest thing to royalty you can get in their country, and in this club that means they are royalty as far as anyone is concerned. And they definitely live up to the title. A prince and a soon-to-be princess.

They're both beautiful. Stunning, even. They're shining stars, a picture perfect couple. The ultimate couple goals. Their life is perfect and nothing could be better. Everyone wants someone to love them like those two love each other. All anyone wants in life is to find someone who treats them as well as the prince treats the princess. That's all according to the world-wide media, anyways. But again, Lance doesn't care about anyone but the prince.

Finally, after a few minutes, they make their way over to where Lancelot is. Because of course. If they're the prince and princess, then he's a nobleman, his father being the royal advisor to the King himself, after all, if he were to continue his kingdom metaphors. He could even go so far as to say he was a family friend, though he's personally never spent much time with any of them.

"Lancelot, hello!" The princess addresses him kindly. "How have you been?"

He meets her eyes reluctantly. Not because he's afraid or intimidated by her, quite the opposite, in fact. There's just better places for him to look at right now. "I've been well, and you, your majesties?" He tacks on his little nickname for them with a playful grin.

She flushes slightly, but just shakes her head at him with a roll of her eyes while the prince beside her lets out a deep chuckle that absolutely lights Lance up inside. "We've been very well, isn't that right, my love?" The prince looks from Lance to the woman beside him as he speaks.

"Oh, yes, so much has happened recently. We must catch you up once we've finished making our round of greetings." The princess looked to be positively bursting with excitement. She then looks to the rest of his booth with curiosity and confusion, seeming to just now notice the lack of a brunette beside him. "Both of you. Where's your princess, Lance?" She questions, a mischievous spark in her eyes as she teases him with his own nickname for her.

Oh gods, don't let her hear you call her that. She would never let any of us live it down and then we'd have some real problems. He thinks with a mental sigh of exasperation. "She had a business call to attend to, I'm sure she'll be back by the time you two are." He states politely.

They both nod. "We'll be off then, see you in a few." Is called back at him as they turn and walk away. He shakes his head and turns back to the table, downing the rest of his drink in order to keep himself from staring at the Prince's backside as he walks away. He sets his glass back down and tilts his head back, closing his eyes and sighing as he sags in his seat.

The prince and princess. Tristan Liones and Isolde Connors. Son of Meliodas Taizman and daughter of Chester Connors. Chester is someone who started out as nothing more than average middle-class and managed to work his way up the ladder and into the livelihood of the rich after finding a way to create a new piece of technology that allows people to rediscover long lost memories.

Meliodas is the Mayor of the city of Liones, the capitol of our country and the biggest and most populated place in all of Britannia. He's married to the previous Mayor's daughter, so some like to say that he didn't rightfully earn his place as leader of the people, but the truth is, he had already started making a name for himself before he'd even met his current wife, through his connection with the Sin Committee.

They were a group of activists who came from out of town. They're an interesting mix of people. Each of them have their own individual cause that they wanted to focus on the most, so they'd be in charge of that topic, situation, idea, etc. But whenever there was a protest or a meeting or a vote, all the other members would gather to help out. There was 7 of them, so they each chose one of the seven deadly sins to use as a code name, which is also where their official group name came from. They gathered for all kinds of stuff. Protests, uprisings, voting polls, they made speeches and outed assholes who tried to make themselves look good. And they didn't just do it in Liones, they did it all over Britannia. Danafall, Edinburgh, Benwick. They were changemakers and they were damn good at it.

They were planning on eventually traveling out of Liones and continuing on, but then Meliodas met the mayor's daughter, Elizabeth Liones. And he decided to stay so that he could be with her, settle down and actually grow out some roots somewhere. And the rest of his group followed suit, each one finding some reason or another to stay here and build an official life for themselves. Eventually Meliodas and Elizabeth got married and not long after, Meliodas ran for Mayor as Elizabeth's father stepped down.

So, the prince. Yeah, Lance thinks it's a pretty fitting name, considering the whole damn city is named after his family. That choice of nickname definitely doesn't have anything to do with the fact that if told to, he would immediately fall to the man's feet and do whatever else was asked of him without hesitation. It definitely doesn't have to do with the fact that for months, the only constant thought in his mind is what Tristan's skin might feel like and how his lips might taste. And it definitely doesn't have anything to do with the fact that Lance has never wanted any man, any person, more than he's wanted Tristan Liones. Definitely not.

"What's up with you? Tired already?" A voice breaks him from his thoughts as the brunette slides into the booth next to him, having finished up with her phone call.

The only thing making me tired is you, Lance thinks wryly. "No, just lost in thought, thinking over some stuff." He replies, flashing her a quick half-hearted smile. "Isolde and Tristan stopped by to say hi. Isolde says she wants to tell us about some things. They should be back anytime now." He informs her.

"Oh good, it's been awhile since we've seen them, it'll be good to catch up." She states, smiling as she loops her right arm through Lance's left one and leans her head on his shoulder. Lance suppresses a sigh and places an arm around her shoulders out of obligation more than anything else, the girl under his arm sighing contentedly and snuggling closer. He grimaces, glad she can't currently see his face. Luckily, he's saved from having to linger too much on her, as Tristan and Isolde take that moment to appear once again.

"Oh, Guinevere, you're back! Lance said you would be back before we were, but I was worried when he mentioned it being a business call." Isolde admits to the woman at his side.

"Oh, it was nothing, everything is fine now." Guinevere waves her hand in front of her with an air of nonchalance.

Lance stops focusing on the women's interaction as he finally gives in to his urge that's almost instinct by now to look at Tristan. Tristan, who currently appears to be burning holes into Guinevere's arm with his eyes, glaring directly at where her arm is looped with his. Oh. Jealousy was not something seen often on the prince, but Lance is just now realizing that it is a very good look on him. Especially when it's about Lance himself.

Tristan must've felt Lance's eyes on him because his multi-colored eyes were suddenly meeting bright red. Lance's breath hitched. He was suddenly pinned by the hot spark in those green and blue irises of his. Something had changed, had finally shifted in this long game of theirs. He knew right then that tonight would be different. He didn't know how yet, but he was excited to find out, and he made sure to hold his realization and how he felt about it into his expression, with a hint of questioning. The silver-haired prince shook his head with a quick wink, just the tiniest of movements that no one would notice unless they were specifically looking for it. 'Not right now, you'll see.' Is what he was saying. Lance gave a nod in acknowledgement, another barely there movement, and smirked. Tristan is the only reason he really even continues to come here and he never disappoints, not that Lance has ever expected him to.

"So," Tristan speaks up then, clearly having paid enough attention to the other conversation happening to know when to interrupt. "Shall we head up to the lounge? It's so much easier to talk privately up there." He suggests, looking away from Lance and between the pinkette and brunette.

"Oh, yes, that sounds like a wonderful idea." Guinevere says, already getting up with her drink in hand. Lance follows suit as Isolde chimes her own agreement and the four of them head up the club's spiral stairs, the prince and princess leading the way and Lance swears that Tristan is swaying his hips slightly. Gods, he'll be the absolute death of me, Lance groans inwardly.

They enter one of the VIP lounges, the one they enter completely empty except for the bartender at the bar in the back of the room. Lance orders a second drink as the other three go sit down and he walks over to join them soon ever. When he reaches the table that they chose, he freezes for a moment. The place that was picked to sit at was a round, single booth with two spaces to enter it. On Lance's right, he could easily sit down right next to Guinevere, just like he always does, just like he should. But next to Guinevere is Isolde and next to Isolde is Tristan with an open spot right next to him and for a split second, Lance genuinely considers turning to the left and sitting next to the prince. But he catches himself and dutifully takes the spot to the right.

As he slides into his seat and places an arm across the top of the booth behind Guinevere's head, he looks to Tristan with nothing but a deep longing, finding the same emotion reflected back at him. He swallows and turns away from him, afraid he might do something stupid if he continues looking at him in that moment.

"So, Isolde? What's all this exciting news you guys have to tell us?" Lance asks as he looks at her, an eyebrow raised as he takes a sip of his drink. He notices out of the corner of his eyes that Guinevere also turns to her as she leans into his side again. He forces himself not to shift away from her.

Isolde suddenly gives out a quiet squeal. "Okay! So," She looks at Tristan for a moment before turning back to them, Lance watching as the positions of the prince and princess mirror almost exactly Lance and Guinevere's. But he doesn't think much of it as Isolde continues talking. "Tristan and I have finally gotten a date for the wedding figured out!!" She exclaims happily, positively beaming. Guinevere gasps and shares in Isolde's excitement, the two women taking a moment to ramble together.

Tristan gives out a low chuckle and Lance turns to him again, something off about the sound that escaped him. The prince seems tense, his expression tight, and it becomes clear to the blonde that his chuckle wasn't born out of any kind of amusement, though it could easily appear that way to the two others in their party, as they were barely paying him any attention in this moment. Lance's brows furrow, a slight tilt of his head asking Tristan what his reaction was for. Yeah, so they figured out a date for the wedding already. Not ideal for Tristan, he was sure, but-

"Yes!" The fakest smile he had ever seen to date plasters itself across the prince's face. "August 28th." He states. "Of this year." And right there was the answer to Lance's question. Four months. Tristan and Isolde were getting married in four months. The public had only known them to be engaged for three.

"Ohhh, an end of summer wedding will be beautiful." Guinevere says in awe.

"Oh, won't it?" Isolde coos, her hands clasping in front of her.

"In just four months, huh? That's a lot sooner than I would've expected." Lance pipes up, his eyes not having left Tristan's at all yet.

"Yes, well, Isolde just couldn't wait any longer." Tristan states. "And apparently neither could my parents. August was supposed to be a completely unavailable month. But upon hearing that August was ideal over September or November, he completely canceled all matters of business for the month. That way we could have "the pick of the lot", he said." Tristan spat out, his words getting colder as he continued, and this time it didn't seem to be for a reason that he cared to hide.

Lance's suspicions were confirmed when Isolde spoke up next. "Oh, Tristan, cut your father some slack. I know you were excited for that trip, but your father just wants to help us in any way he can." She tells him, her voice on the verge of scolding. The tone made Lance almost scoff.

Tristan looked down at Isolde with a much softer expression than he had just a moment before and smiles at her. "You're right as always, I'm sorry. Forgive my thoughtlessness." And then the prince lays a soft kiss on the princess' lips, and the young nobleman has to look away quickly at the sight. Lance takes a long drink from his glass as he surveys the rest of the lounge outside of their booth, seeing it still empty as it was before. He's about to excuse himself for a moment, needing some air, when he's stopped from doing so.

"Isolde, do you mind if I talk to Lancelot privately for awhile? Most of the rest of your announcements have to do with the wedding more than anything else and Guinevere seems a lot more interested in those details than Lance does. Plus, I feel like I should finally get to know a bit more about the man. His father is practically my uncle and yet I feel I've barely spent any time with Lancelot himself." Tristan explains to his fiance, looking at her with casual questioning.

Isolde smiles at him, believing his explanation entirely. "Of course!" Suddenly she lights up even more. "Oh! Anne should be here soon, too! Guin, have you met Anne yet? You would absolutely love her!" Isolde gushes as she looks to the brunette.

Guinevere shakes her head. "Oh, I don't think so, but if she's a friend of yours, then I have no doubt that we'll get along." She states warmly. Isolde beams at her as Tristan exits the booth to let Isolde out and Lance follows his lead, letting Guinevere out. Isolde and Tristan share a peck on the lips and Lance turns to Guinevere to do the same, knowing she'll expect it.

"Take your time, don't rush, okay? I want you to have fun with your friends. We are here for that purpose, after all." Tristan points out to Isolde.

Isolde grins and throws her arms around him in a quick hug and for a moment, the smile on Tristan's face is back to being genuine, obvious affection on his face for the woman before him. Just not the kind that it's supposed to be. "Thank you. Have fun with your new friend, Trist." Isolde says before turning and looping her arm with Guinevere's, dragging her away as the brunette waves at Lance as she goes. Once the two of them have left the lounge and headed down the stairs to go meet up with Anne, Lance turns back to the booth, seeing Tristan already sitting once again. Lance sits back down as well, both of them choosing spots that allow them to be exactly across from each other.

They both stay silent for a few minutes, simply staring at each other, both seeming to be in quiet contemplation. Then Tristan breaks the silence first. "So, when are you and your fiancé going to make an announcement? The public doesn't even know that you two are engaged yet." He points out.

Ah, yes. His fiancé. Not by his own choice, of course. He doesn't have a single romantic notion towards her. In fact, he doesn't really have any platonic ones towards her, either. Guinevere is too arrogant for her own good and has way too big an ego, not to mention her whole I-know-everything attitude. It's all just a big turn off for him. But he's stuck with her. For now, at least. She's the person that his parents chose for him. Just like Isolde is the one that Tristan's parents chose for him. Some people have said recently that arranged marriages are way too old school and going out of style, but in reality, they're just as common now as they were 200 years ago.

"I'm not an actor like you, Prince Tristan." Lance tells him with a wry smile. "Guinevere is well aware that I'm not in love with her and she doesn't want to start up the wedding process until I do fall in love with her, because, apparently, she's absolutely certain that I will eventually."

Tristan tilts his head to the side slightly. "And how do you know that I'm acting with Isolde?" He asks, a hint of teasing in his tone.

Lance raises an eyebrow at him and he chuckles softly. "Considering you look at me in ways I've never once seen you even consider looking at her, I'd say you're more likely to be in love with me than with her."

Tristan's eyes widen as soon as the words leave his mouth and Lance's do, too, once his own words register in his mind. That right there was territory neither of had even dared go into before. There's never been any communication of feelings besides lust, passion, and curiosity. There couldn't be any romance between the two, could there? He was frozen, unsure how to recover from his own suggestion.

"Well. You certainly are observant, that's for sure." The silverette seems to have recovered faster than him, though his voice is much softer than it was before.

The topic switch definitely helps. Lance locks eyes with him, pouring every ounce of want he has for the man into his eyes without a single bit of shame or hesitation. "Yes, but you already know that, don't you?" Flashes run through his mind of all the times they've checked each other out or sent silent flirtations towards each other.

From the way Tristan bites his lip, he's thinking of the same thing. But instead of replying, he slides further into the booth, until he's in the middle of the half circle. He pats the spot right beside him. "Come over here." He orders.

Lance hesitates for a moment. Not because he doesn't want to be closer to Tristan. He knows that once he moves closer, it'll be the turning point of whatever this is between them. All of this is completely new. As he noticed before, he makes note of it again. Something is different about tonight. And he has a feeling he's about to find out exactly what it is. But he hangs back a little longer. It's like when a roller coaster reaches the top but then stops for just those extra few seconds, building up the anticipation so that you feel it just that tiniest bit more when the ride finally dips and takes the drop down. And it seems his decision was the right one.

When Lance doesn't immediately come over to him, Tristan bows his head down slightly, then looks back up at Lance through his lashes, an almost shy look on his face. "Please?" The single word comes out as half whisper, half purr and Lance suddenly feels the need to adjust himself. Fuck.

Lance slides across the booth until he's right beside the prince, only about an inch of space between their bodies. He's tense now. He doesn't know what to do with himself, where to put his hands. Eventually he decides to just place them on the table in front of him. He left his drink across the table, so he just lays his hands flat on the dark wood. Then Tristan places his hand on top of Lance's and he startles slightly, sucking in a deep breath at the contact. He can hear Tristan's breath hitch beside him and he knows that he must've felt it, too. The bolt of lightning that struck through to the very core of his being as soon as their skin connected. But Tristan continues despite it.

"Just take a second to relax, okay?" He says casually in a low voice. And then he starts moving his hand across Lance's wrist and over his arm slowly, causing Lance to do the opposite of relax. It felt like electricity was coursing throughout his entire arm, spreading out from where Tristan's hand was. He watches with wide eyes as the silverette's hand reaches the crook of his elbow and starts making it's way up.

"Relax, remember?" Is whispered into his ear as he feels the slight brush of hair against his cheek. He closes his eyes as his whole body shudders.

He tries his best to follow the instruction, urging his body to relax against the seat. Then Tristan changes the position of his hand slightly, pressing the tips of his nails against Lance's shirt and then lightly dragging them against the skin over his collarbone and Lance melts. His head falls back against the top of the cushion behind him and bites his lip as the other man's palm presses flat to the spot where his neck meets his shoulder, sliding up the side of his neck and over his collarbone, until his hand finally stops, resting gently against Lance's cheek. The electricity has followed his hands path, leaving a pleasant burn in it's wake, every part of him that's been touched feeling so warm.

He slowly opens his eyes as he sits back up, looking at Tristan. The prince has a look of pure awe on his face as he stares at him, as if something Lance just did has absolutely amazed him. Lance reaches up and threads his fingers into some of the hair at the top of the prince's head and runs them through it gently. Tristan's eyes flutter closed and he hums, a pleased sound. Once his fingers reach the tips of his long hair, he brings his hand back up and mimics what Tristan did, his hand curved around his cheek. When Tristan opens his eyes again, the blue and green in them is barely visible with how wide his pupils are blown.

"Lance." He whispers, his voice shaking slightly now. "I don't exactly know what it is going on between us. What all these feelings are and what they'll lead to. I know that I want you. I want you more than I've ever wanted anybody or anything in my entire life. But," He brings his free hand up to wrap around the wrist of the hand Lance has on his face, tracing small circles into his skin with his thumb. "I feel like it's something more than that. Like even if I finally have you, I won't be able to let you go." He admits, giving Lance that same shy look as before, but with a hint of fear in it this time. Fear of what, he wasn't sure.

Lance swallows before answering. "I think I know what you mean." Is all he whispers back. He has his own theories of what it all was, but he isn't sure he's ready to confront that just yet. Tristan runs his eyes over Lance's face a few times, like he's searching for something. Then they lock eyes once again and Lance suddenly realizes that it's not Tristan's voice that's shaky. Tristan himself is trembling. Before Lance can question him, he speaks up again.

"I don't know what it is," A fierce determination sparks in his eyes and Lance is both surprised and entranced by it. "But I want to." He says just barely above his breath. "I want to-" He cuts himself off, like he's afraid of what was about to come out of his mouth.

"What is it?" Lance asks him. "What do you want to do?" He brings his other hand up to cup Tristan's other cheek gently, looking at him pleadingly. Somewhere deep down, he knew exactly what the prince wanted, because he wanted it, too, but he needed to hear him say it first.

Tristan leans into his touch and lets out a sound close to a whimper. "I want to find out together. You and I. We could do it, you know. Because you were right. Of course you were. Isolde has never been anything more than a sister to me, a friend. I hate the idea of marrying her and everything that's meant to come with it. Tomorrow, I can break things off with her. Tell my parents that there's someone else. I don't care how mad they get at me. And then you and I, we can take this however far it goes, as long as you do the same. We can make our own choices for once instead of just always doing what everyone else wants us to." His own eyes are pleading now and the fear is even more evident. Lance realizes that the fear is of rejection. That his proposal will be brushed off and turned away from.

"And what would your choice be, Prince Tristan?" He asks, his own voice trembling.

"As of right now, my choice would be you, Sir Lancelot." Tristan says with certainty.

"What if I don't want that?" Lance asks him. Not because he's considering no. Not at all. Only because he's curious as to what the alternative is.

Tristan leans in slightly, taking his hand from Lance's wrist and reaching up to run a thumb down his temple and over his cheekbone before his hand lands on his jaw and stays there. "Then we won't continue this any further. I couldn't handle doing anything more if you don't want the same as me. But it's your choice. Kiss me right now and I'm yours. Walk away from me right now and we'll never be this close again, everything we've been doing will stop."

Lance looks at him. The answer was clear as soon as the idea left Tristan's pretty pink lips. Leave Guinevere and the stupid arranged marriage behind in order to pursue Tristan and see where the feelings between them go? It wasn't even a question. Lance gives him a grin. "Stupid of you to think that I could ever walk away from you." He tells him. And then Lance is crashing his lips against Tristan's.

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A/N: So, how is it so far??? Did you guys like it?? Cause I honestly loved writing this. I love these boys sm and this AU was really fun to come up with. You guys will get the rest tomorrow!!! Please, lemme know all your thoughts on this!!! I hope you enjoyed it!!!! Love y'all 💜💜💜

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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.”

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