3,000 Years

Hot and Heavy (M-Rated)

A/N: This entry has gone through a lot of changes before reaching its final phase. I originally wrote and completed it before finishing Pretty Beachy Times, but in the space it took for me to go back over, edit and refine Hot and Heavy, it changed a lot. Like... A LOT.

Nevertheless, the general gist of this entry is that it's an AU where Elizabeth is your typical A-star student and Meliodas has challenged himself to get her to loosen up. Quite a bit had changed from the original plot (although some of the bare bones still remain). I hope you all enjoy the product of my archive of jumbled, wasting files. There are definitely many more to follow this one!

Till next time my lovelies,
Drama

P.S: This piece is an M-RATED piece. If you're not comfy feel free to skip to the next chapter :D

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"Good morning to you, sweetheart!"

As per every usual morning, Elizabeth Liones is greeted at the front gate with an array of sexual harassment coded as simple greetings. Ever since she has become the most noticeable figure in their year group - the passionate class president and helpful A-star student - she's been receiving all sorts of weird advancements from her peers. Odd comments such as her backside looking nice, or even whispers about how she would be in bed, have become a common thing to hear.

In the past, that hadn't been the case. Before Elizabeth had hit puberty, had first laid her eyes and given her heart away to someone else, she had never really received such comments. Shy, meek, she had been the kind girl that everyone sort of looked over in class. None of her classmates - let alone her peers - would have even thought about flirting with her.

Recently, though, that has changed. That's all due to her ex, who just had to go and spread lies about her.

Now, every day, Elizabeth braves the inevitable attacks on her character. Every morning, with a smile as sweet as honey dipped in sugar, she walks past the same crowd of boys, bats her lashes in such an innocent and lovely way that even a baby would look evil, and says 'good morning'. No arguments. No outrage. No anger. Instead, all smiles and grace and class, she continues about her day; she does not give them what they want.

"Good morning, boys!" Waving to them with her signature smile, adjusting her bag on her shoulder, Elizabeth walks past the front gate, "Try not to be late to class this time."

Part of being class president, one of the school's best students, is trying to encourage her peers to do better. Even if they only ever listen to her because they're staring at her chest, Elizabeth sees it as a win-win situation. They listen and she sets an example. No-one loses out. Plus, she only has one year left. One more year and she could leave this place - not burning it down out of sheer frustration and surviving the petty gossip of her ex.

Just one more year...

Not long after passing through the front gate, Elizabeth heads into the main building. Rectangular, the brickwork lacking paint, the building is no different from any other local school with its sleek sign and plain square windows. Some students are already inside, many of them cleared out of the main entrance and looking for their lockers or certain classrooms. Multiple kinds of conversations drift by Elizabeth's ears as she strolls by, but she doesn't focus much on them. Instead she's intent on getting to the south side of the school. The side that houses the playing fields.

Due to some stupid belief in age and wisdom, the older students at their school often have their designated lockers on the south side of the school, meaning Elizabeth is also graced with this locker area. The farthest area away from the main entrance and definitely the one with the most hassle to get to. Therefore, most mornings, Elizabeth has to endure a longer walk around the school, warily watching out for anyone who thinks that it's a great idea to bring back 'ass slap month'.