for the fic wip ask game (if you wanna do it!):
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I actually had quite a few "live", so obviously I'm gonna share them all (because I have no self-control about this)
Tucked Between His Hearts
Meliodas knows what is hidden inside his own little nook. The secrets he hides from the world; the secrets he doesn’t even let Merlin see. The barest, most rough pieces of his soul. He still feels them, but he barely dares to speak them even in the privacy of his own mind. So he tucks them away. Keeps them hidden between his hearts – like the secret journal he wrote and stashed away underneath the loose rock in his bedroom back in the Demon Realm, or the baby’s breath flowers Elizabeth gave him that is probably still pressed tight between pages of warfare strategies. It’s the same place he held the naïve dream of peace across the realms, the place his love for Elizabeth first grew; it is where most of his regrets now live.
At Least It Wasn't the Heat
Merlin was going to kill him. He was about to freeze to death in this heat – which shouldn’t even be possible; he had handled far hotter places than this in the Demon Realm. This was honestly ridiculous. Merlin was never going to let him live this down. That was, after she finished killing him, of course.
melban purgatory au
No matter how he had tried to go through life alone, unconnected, Ban was no stranger to loss. And as he stood there, glaring at the remains of a portal to endless death, being free of harm for the first time in almost a millennium, he knew that taking that last leap had been a mistake. Ban had lost people before; his little sister, Zhivago, Elaine… he wasn’t prepared to add another name to the list. How could he? Meliodas wasn’t dead. Maybe what Ban was about to do would negate the sacrifice Meliodas had made for him. Maybe it would make it all worth it. Ban had never been good at doing what he was supposed to, and this time he knew he couldn’t do that. There was no way he could just move on and live life as if the past few centuries? hours? didn’t exist. No, Ban was going to do something else instead – probably the dumbest thing he had done in all his life – and that was saying something.
hitmen!demon bros au
By the age of 25, Meliodas had been faced with more choices than he’d thought he ever would. When your father is the merciless, dictatorial leader of a hitman organization… it’s easy to feel like you live a life without choice. His father had decided on his fate before Meliodas had even been born. But the thing about fates? Nobody else can choose yours for you. Only you can decide your life. Everybody has a choice… It was something Elizabeth had taught him; it was something that Meliodas clung to as everything crumbled into disaster around him.
Unknown wip (either part of my Came Back Wrong au or some other random fic??)
Meliodas is struggling to breathe. He shouldn't be. He's been breathing for 3,000 years. Why is it suddenly hard to breathe? It's like his body has forgotten how to. How to breathe, how to function, how to live... He can feel Merlin at his side. A steady and constant presence through his hellish world. Passing in and out of his life but somehow still always there. She places a hand on his shoulder. The touch sends a current of electricity through his body; burning and cooling all at once. His breath hitches again and suddenly she has wrapped her arms around him. She presses him gently against her side. One hand entangles into his hair like a firm reminder. He's not alone. They can still fix this.
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