Fake Sin: Seven Deadly Sins x Male reader

Prologue - Welcome Back, Angel

Ah yes, The Seven Deadly Sins.

An Anime that I watched because I love the concept of Seven Demons representing vital flaws that us humans possess, but when I watched it, I was thoroughly surprised with how they designed the sins. Not all of them were demons, and there sins didn't directly point to them being overly lazy or really aggressive.

It's really sad what happened to the anime. They really did it wrong. I wish it got like an updated adaptation like some anime got.

Despite the despair I feel, the anime—to me—did have a good story. I also really loved the characters. My favorite character is Arthur! What's yours?

Anyways, if you've watched Seven Deadly Sins, you must know Meliodas's perversion in the episodes, so....Warning?

Also, like the rest of my content, this is gay. Don't like? Don't read.

(The pictures shown in this fan-fiction don't belong to me.)
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THERE was a male; One that preferred to stay quiet, but he spoke when needed to.

He worked hard in a farm. He wasn't treated as fairly as the other workers, due to his lack of upper body strength to help carry things about, but he smiled when his fellow workers enjoyed his food. He was an outstanding cook. He was so good that many people were convinced his skill in cooking was given to him by the gods themselves. The male was a reasonable height with soft looking (e/c) eyes. His hair was (long/short) and the color of it was beautiful. He also had a black collar tight around his neck that beeped red continuously throughout the day. It was hard for people to come to terms that such an angel was a farm worker.

"Just...few...more..." He spoke. He never had a proper understanding of words and it was hard for him to create sentences for as long as he can remember, but that didn't stop him from trying. People needed to understand him, and his coworkers were nice enough to teach him words and actions he didn't understand.

The blazing sun he worked under scorched his skin. He's glad he decided to wear a sleeveless shirt and short pants. He never really liked the clothes that revealed too much of his body, but he knew it was needed.

The rather loose clothes gave his coworkers a perfect view of his tattoo. It was white, and it was the shape of a mask. The mask was split in two. The left side had a smile face, while the right had the face and features of different, separate animals. The workers didn't fully understand the meaning of his tattoo, so some asked what it meant.

He never answered.

After that, some of his coworkers avoided him. They found it weird the way he spoke, they had found it weird the the way he moved, and there was a presence that reached out to them that told them to stay away. It confused them, conflicted them. For someone to look like such an angelic, the pressure they release is too demonic. But even then, they couldn't deny that he was still beautiful.

"(MC)! Are you done picking those crops?"

The boy in question jumped at his name being called in such a harsh tone. He looked back at all of the crops that he picked before looking back at the man. (MC) stayed silent for a moment as he was trying to sort the best word to answer the opposing man's question.

"...yes?" He finally replied in an unsure tone.

The man grinned, "Perfect! Well, let's go in. Time for bed."

(MC) nodded, following after the man.

That was the routine. It went like that every day of the week. Wake up, make foods for everyone, work in the fields, and go back to sleep. It wasn't the best life that many people thought of, but it was enough for the male.