One shots (Sds x reader)

A NightMare's Love (Meliodas x reader)

You stand leaning against a tree, fighting with yourself. 'Bad idea (Y/n). He's dead. Don't do it.' You think to yourself as you stare at the tavern. You were a nightmare, a creature of the night, feared among all races from human to demon, even goddess feared you. Your the only creature that cannot be killed, and that's why the "angel of death" used to ride you into battle. That was until he went missing forcing you to become death herself, you didn't miss him, actually him going missing is what brought you to the only other two beings you loved. Those two demon brothers, the young princes that met you in the demon realm all those millennium ago, they stole what was left of your heart as children.

You trained them, helped raise them, and protected them, until the war. Meliodas left and Zeldris hated until he was sealed, you watched Zeldris get sealed away and Meliodas die at the hands of his own crooked false god father. You thought they were dead, but then you felt a disturbance in the nature of death, it was a soul you'd never forget, it was the blonde prince who's death haunted you still. That's the only reason your standing against this oak tree at the edge of this forest, because there's this tavern supposedly run by the seven deadly sins.

You wait until you the last drunken idiot stumbles out of the bar, you take a deep breath, deep down you hope he's alive but it tears you up to think he wouldn't of summoned you to tell you he was alive. Your armored boots sound like heels against the cobble stone path as you walk towards the tavern in your human form, you stop at the door going to knock. You hesitate, fist mere inches from the dark wooden door, so gritting your teeth, your jaw clenches harshly while you force yourself to knock at the door.

"We're closed go home!" You hear a drunken sly voice yell behind the door before someone scolds the mans voice, "Ban! Don't be rude! Someone probably forgot their money pouch or something..." a female says before the door whips open to reveal a brunette with cheerful violet eyes, a giant, a small giant.

The only reason you knew she was a giant was because you could sense the soul of everything you came close enough to, perks of being death. "Did ya forget something?" She asks and you find yourself on the spot not knowing exactly what you were going to say to the small giant. "Uh is there someone by the name of Meliodas here by chance?" You ask with a small closed lip smile, the girl giggles at you, "Well of course! He's only our captain and the owner of this bar silly!" She beams at you, "Why ya lookin' for him?" She asks looking at you with suspicion in her eyes. "He's an old friend..." you say voice fading off and heart leaping while stomach dropping at the knowledge that he was in fact alive.

"Hey you okay?" She asks as your head becomes light and you remember that you need to let out the breath you were holding to remain concise. You breath out a shaky breath, "Yeah..." you respond then shake your head trying to clear it, "Can I talk to him..." You ask. "Sure! Right this way um... what's your name again?" She asks you stepping to the side, you walk in past her only to stop in the middle of the room when you hear a voice so familiarly painful you freeze.

"(Y/n)..? Is.. is that you?" Meliodas asks and you find yourself shaking, not from fear but from anger, relief, pain, and happiness. You'd think that death would be emotionless, it should come with the job but nobody isn't emotional, not even the nightmare death. You stare at the wall behind the bar unable to look at the stairs you knew he was standing on. Only when you feel him touch your shoulder do you physically jump and find yourself facing him, you see his emerald eyes that were lifeless the last time you saw them now full of confusion, his sweet face concerned and shocked.

"Your here... t-that day. I saw him- I saw him kill you!"  you say backing up from him and out of his grip, looking down a million and one things running through your mind now struggling to breath. He watches you fighting yourself knowing what can happen when you lose your shit, he holds up a hand to his comrades preventing them from coming closer, "Breath." He says and you shake your head, "I watched him kill you, you son of a-" you scream, cut off by someone hugging you tightly holding you physically but mentally together, "I'm so sorry..." he says and you cry out as you hug him back burying your face in the crook of his neck.