otp: to protect the king

(24) Gladio’s pick-up lines.

Gladio: Morning! I was going to tell you how I’m feeling, but I’ve got priorities. *leans close to Ignis* So how is mine doing?
Ignis: I don’t know. *turns at a side* How are you, Noct?
Noctis: Fine?
Ignis: He’s fine.
Gladio: :’(

A Saint's Nightmare - LunaLockser - 七つの大罪 | Nanatsu no Taizai | The Seven Deadly Sins [Archive of Our Own]
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
By Organization for Transformative Works

Rating: G/T

Warnings: violence

Fandom: Nanatsu no Taizai

Ships: Banlaine 

Characters: Elaine, Ban, King

Link to FF.net version

Part 1   Part 2(here)

Summary: Coming back from the dead is not as easy as it seems. Nightmares plague the resurrected fairy. Can she rely on the man she loves and her older brother to take away her pain? Part two of my Nightmare series.

Note: Hello, Puddin’s here is part two of my Nightmare series. I can’t get enough of Ban and Elaine, or Elaine and King, so this beauty was born. I came up with the idea for this before chapter 176 came out, so ignore that, please. It happens after the war with the 10 Commandments is over. This is the second piece of my Nightmare series.

Heat and pain were all the small fairy could feel. Never in her life had she felt so much agony. Smaug stung her eyes and the hole in her chest made it almost impossible to breathe. Flames surged around her, burning her home to cinders. As she choked on blood and smoke, the Red Demon roared in frustration. She could hear Ban’s voice in the distance, yelling in rage at the brute and calling for her to hang on.

The Guardian Saint struggled to maintain consciousness when she felt herself being lifted onto the Bandit’s lap. Tears rolled down her face as she felt herself slipping away. Her mind could barely register her own request or his words and before the bandit could finish his promise, she was free-falling into the cold dark loneliness of death.

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|If you want something done well, do it yourself|

Sebastian Moran has been kidnapped and injured by some associates of the consulting criminal in the poor attempt of getting more power. What they don’t know, however, is how truly changeable Jim is.

I thought you didn’t like getting your hands dirty’

‘Oh you know me, Seb. I don’t like it when people touch what’s mine. I’m the only one allowed to play with my things.’

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A/N: The piece that Jim is whistling is a reference to M, by Fritz Lang (1931), where the murderer’s habit is to whistle the same melody when he feels the impulse of killing someone. I thought Jim might be the type who likes using these kind of references, especially if pissed off.