The image is an art piece I did, I see my reader character as having red hair like an apple, although I don't have red hair irl lol. Hope you like it! It took my whole weekend!

The love of a demon and angel
(17+years ago)

At this moment you didn't feel as if you could breath. It was late at night, and you were staying in an old tavern just outside of Camelot. Today had been the winter solstice, the day the sun was so far from the earth, it drew its creatures gazed far away from here. The one night they could be together, and no one would know.

You pinched your fingers, feeling slightly uneasy as you sat with your legs tucked under your body and your black bra visible in the area your unbuttoned shirt parted.

Meliodas dawned the space in front of you, his gaze only on your face and not on your barely clothed body. You bit your tongue, not feeling as comfortable as you wouldn't wanted, after all, the last time you had felt this vulnerable you hadn't given consent. But that wasn't Meliodas, your blonde knight had killed than sinner long ago.

Noticing the strain in your features, he straddled you with his legs, a blank expression on his face. He could feel your breathing against his neck, you had your head tilting down looking at his fully clothed chest.

Slowly, he took your wrists and gently guided it over to his collar, setting your fingers against the top button. Your face went a dark shade of red not visible in the almost pitch black room, aside from the pale moonlight streaming in through the window and over the bed.

With that your knight let go of your hands and placed his own hands on the bed, leaning back slightly in a completely relaxed manner. You held your breath, afraid your heart was going to soar out of your chest. Earlier he had been so closed off from you, and now, he was completely open. Just as vulnerable as you.

Though you knew he was asking for you to be, well, not clothed, he was willing to be first to make you more comfortable. After a lot of fumbling with the tie and the buttons you pushed his shirts back over his tan shoulders and they fell to a pile off the bed.

You didn't register when your position had changed, but now you were lying back on the bed and the sin of wrath was holding himself up above you.

"Why were you so blunt to me earlier?" You whispered, referring to when you had been drinking in the bar and started a conversation with another man and Meliodas had told you to stop and pulled you away from him.

Without a word he lowered his face down into the crotch of your neck and let his body rest on top of yours. You felt his violent exhale and wrapped your arms around his back, holding him. You felt his lips press against a soft area of your neck, "I was... jealous" he muttered.

Your ears twitched, "jealous? Of who?" You turned your face into his hair and he lifted himself up enough for you to be eye level with one another, your breasts pressing against his chest."

Of any man who touches you" Meliodas turned to judge your confused expression so yours was replayed of one of worry. He looked away, closing his eyes "I'm not the dragon just because, (Y/n)" his voice sounded hurt, "you know that?"

You took his face in your palms, your wrists moving to caress his hairline with your fingers "then tell me why your the dragon Melio" you beckoned with your words.

His skin grew hot, which heated yours as his nose bumped against your thin one "because dragons are possessive, and we don't like people touching what's ours" with that his neck craned down the final centimetre and your lips met. Your breathing hitches as you feel his explosively soft tongue fight its way into your mouth, his hand sliding up the side of your waist.

As you break apart, the sins' eyes are filled with anger and lust, "no man should ever touch you".His voice is lower than usual, you spot his royal demon mark on his forehead, pulsing under his hair.

You bite your lip, "but you touch me" you counter, trying to understand what the sin was thinking.

He growled, "you like it when I touch you" he peppered kisses along your cheek and down your neck, making you giggle underneath him, "like right now".

"I can't help it" you grab his chin in your thumb and forefinger and guide his face back up to yours. His eyes grow teary, "I can't control myself around you (Y/n)" he grimaced, looking away, "in the bar, when that man touched you. I wanted to break his arm so he could never do it again". You felt no falter in his voice, he's telling the truth.

You gasped as his hand grabbed the side of your body right beside your boob, his thumb running against the underside of it, "your mine" he says darkly.

You can feel your body begin to crawl where he isn't touching you and you writhe underneath him, desperate for his hands and tongue.

"I am yours" you manage to strain out.

He grins and takes your lower lip between his teeth.

You finish buttoning up the tavern's pink shirt over your body, its one size too small for you so your buttons feel like they're going to pop at any moment. Elizabeth hands you a tray with a kind smile and you half-smile back, rolling your hair behind your ear with your fingertips.

After 2 hours hearing Diane enthusiastically calling out for the tavern, not one person had entered through the Boar Hat's door. Meliodas finished polishing the silverware behind the bar and you had just returned your tray to the cupboard, removing your apron to walk outside.

Diane had her hand above her eyes, staring off at something in the village.

"What is it Diane?" You ask, she scoops you up in her hand and holds you on her flat palm, high over the village.

"Do you see that over there?" She points towards one of the houses where something like a long stick or spear is flying up into the air.

It looks like a large spear or lance? Your white angelic wings extend and you fly low to the ground, stealthy slipping behind the buildings and hiding in the shadows until you can look around to see what's going on.

"Or should I use your other name?" You hear a familiar young voice, pitchy but melodic in its own strange way.

There, you spot Ban standing in the centre of a courtyard, a large hole carved out in the centre of his chest, his hands remain in his pockets as blood spirts out his mouth. As you look up, you see him, King! Standing on the tip of his Chastifol, the fairy balances on the points of his feet as he stares down smugly at Ban.

"Undead Ban" King finishes, as he stretches out the two words, Ban's chest begins to heal rapidly and he wipes the blood from his chin.

You cover your mouth in shock, why is King hurting Ban?

"I don't like you very much" Ban replied lazily, "you talk like you know me, who are you really?" Wait. You frown, does Ban not recognise King? He's just in his fairy form?

"You really don't remember me?" King replied, his pretty light brown eyes shining with rage, "But I'm sure you remember your sin". He folds his arms around behind his back, taking one step forward on the floating spear, an easy 10ft above the fox sin.

Something on Ban's face changes, a look of grief maybe? He doesn't reply, so King speaks again, "The grave sin you committed to satisfy your own greed and gain your eternal life... you killed the saint of the Fountain of Youth!"

You heard a scream of a child's voice and spotted two young kids, a boy and a girl, cowering on the ground behind Ban, having witnessed everything. Your instincts take over and you appear behind the children, wrapping your wings around them to hide them from the sight, you look up at King, "King! Stop this! Its me (Y/n)".

King's face twinges in pain, but he refuses to look at you, instead he goes to strike Ban again, but this time the blue-haired man jumps to dodge. The fairy rides, sitting side on the spear, through the air "Stay out of this (Y/n)!"

"King what are you doing?" The children cry in high voices into your chest as you hug them close to you, shielding them from this gruesome fight.

"Just stay out of it, I don't need too former friends dead" the light brown-haired sin hovered in mid air and clicked his fingers, "Bumble bee".

In a split second the spear manoeuvres around Ban at incredible speed, slicing and cutting at a speed barely visible to the human eye. The berserk swings of the metallic instrument in the air causes both the young children to panic further, one even crying out a single word...

(12+ years ago)

"Mommy!"

Your arms sling around the child's small back and your wings break viciously out of your skin to stop you plummeting towards the water, as only one of your wings could move at this point, you knew you wouldn't be able to fly carrying both of you.

With a twist of your body, you rolling in the air onto your back, you hit the water, your spine splayed painfully, clutching the child on top of you to protect him from the force.

Small hands shake your soaked shirt and you quickly recover consciousness, coughing and spluttering as you resurface. The boy tugs at your collar, his wild amber hair wet and purple eyes wide and fearful.

"Where did you gooooo?" A taunting, maniacal voice is heard from above and the child holds tightly onto you, struggling not to cry as your wings flap helplessly in the water to keep you afloat. At the top of the ocean cliff, a huge grey demon with horrible red eyes stares down at you.

You hold your breath and duck under a large wave, coming up again to let both you and the boy breathe, he gasps and scrambles up your body, his small boots hitting your ribs as another wave crashed over.

Suddenly the ocean around you grows dark, like a cloud had passed in front of the sun. Terror arrives in your (E/c) eyes as you see the grey demon plummeting down towards you, head first and dead. The boy looks at you with his beautiful purple eyes, you nod to him and he takes a large breath of air. Your rock your body forward and are both struck violently by the massive stone mass as it hits the water.

You wake up slowly, you can feel several of your ribs had been broken and your ringed hand clutches your stomach. One of your wings twitches, you cant feel the other one. You look up in the lap your head rests in, a loving face peers down at you.

"Sate sate sate my love" Meliodas grins, kissing the tip of your nose, "got in a bit of trouble did we?"

He chuckles and you smile as he brushes the hair sticking to your skin away from your pale face. Suddenly orange hair appears as the young boy throws his arms around Meliodas with a big smile, he's wearing a strip of fabric as a blindfold.

"Why does he have a blindfold on?" You ask quietly, your arm stretching up to caress the child's cheek as he climbs onto Meliodas' shoulders.

"We're playing a game" the blonde sin replies, then helps you sit up slowly, "also" he puts his face next to your ear, "you wouldn't want him to see you like this".

As your eyes refocus, what you see makes tears stream to your eyes. As you lie between Meliodas' legs, there is a pool of dark blood around you on the sand. Though your body was mostly healed by now, it aches all over. Then you see a sight that almost causes you to collapse again, one of your beautiful white wings is washing up and down in the shore waves, no longer a part of your body.
Your mouth falls open in shock and you attempt to grasp your back to feel where your wing once connected, you find a strip of fabric had been held against it firmly. Meliodas was pushing the fabric against your broken skin.

You couldn't help it, you cried into his chest while he cradled you, his lips pressed forcefully into your hair as he tried to remain strong for the both of you.

"Mum?" You heard the child's voice and opened your eyes, he had lifted the corner of his blindfold to reveal one beautiful purple orb, "are you alright?"

You held out a delicate hand and he ran into your arms, rubbing his face into your chest as you choked out your tears.

The three of you stayed like that for a while before Meliodas lifted you up and carried you easily back up the hill beside the cliff, up to a little house by the seaside, just a ways from a small town. The blonde sin had removed his shirt and wrapped it tightly around your fallen wing, which the orange haired boy now carried over his shoulder as he followed you both.

"Daddy" The boy's amber hair was ruffled by Meliodas, "Is mum going to be ok?"

Meliodas put on a half smile and picked him up in a piggyback, walking into the bedroom where you lay asleep on the bed, your wounds dressed and wrapped, one wing splayed out across the sheets, "We'll take care of her Arthur".

Wish I made this chapter longer but I couldn't keep you guys waiting!!!