ᴜɴᴅᴇʀ ᴇᴅɪᴛɪɴɢ
Killing her father, the General of the Demon Army, was the only way (Y/n)'s best friend and his lover could escape and in doing so, (Y/n) and Meliodas, the eldest son of the Demon King, started the Holy War.
For 3,000 years, (Y/n) tra...
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"ꜱʜᴜᴛ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴍᴏᴜᴛʜ, ʙᴀʙʏ, ꜱᴛᴀɴᴅ ᴀɴᴅ ᴅᴇʟɪᴠᴇʀ.
ʜᴏʟʏ ʜᴀɴᴅꜱ, ᴡɪʟʟ ᴛʜᴇʏ ᴍᴀᴋᴇ ᴍᴇ ᴀ ꜱɪɴɴᴇʀ?"
ʙɪꜱʜᴏᴘ ʙʀɪɢɢꜱ
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Many awkward things have happened to me over the past 3,000 years but if you asked me to pick one moment where I was most embarrassed, I would pick what happened last night when I conked out on Zeldris's shoulder after realising my true feelings for him. After that, Zeldris had to carry me all the way to my bedroom despite the fact that his wounds are still healing.
"Your flushed face is adorable, (Y/n)," Oriana comments as she playfully pokes my cheek.
I swat her hand away and blush harder. "Hush it."
"I'm only telling the truth," she insists with a smile.
Playing around with my silver collar, I mutter, "Yeah, yeah. Whatever."
"I like the outfit you've picked today, Lady (Y/n)," Juno murmurs as she completes braiding my hair on the right side of my head. "You look wonderful in it."
"I agree with Juno, my lady," Oriana hums as she also finishes braiding my hair on the left side of my head. "It fits you well."
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(𝗬/𝗻)'𝘀 𝗢𝘂𝘁𝗳𝗶𝘁
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