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The overlapping conversations of dozens of people drinking, laughing, and betting on who would win the Vaizel Fighting Festival resounded in the eccentric air—it's contagious excitement spreading rapidly as now almost everyone from the town of Vaizel encircled the wide circle of the fighting ring, a floating metal-hat man levitating at the heart of the arena as his bellowing voice struck into the attention of everyone.

"The Vaizel Fighting Festival Finals begins now!"

Turning her bored (e/c) eyes to stare at the floating weirdo, (Y/n)'s hair swayed gently around the left side of her shoulder, some strands tickling her face as she scrunched her nose in slight disgust as a few smokers passed by her, laughing in joyous fun. Sighing, she again turned her full attention back as she remained by the side of Meliodas, but this time, he was slightly distracted by instructing Hawks of his current assignment.

"Now, Hawks, you better sell out all the beer because we are having a few financial troubles with the tavern. So, if you don't get that money soon I'll make sure to roast you when we no longer have any food! Sounds good, bud?"

Meliodas' happy-go-lucky voice paired with his closed eyes smile creeped Hawks out, his cute pink face twisting into a sweat as he urgently nodded his head.

'How cruel!'

"Y-Yeah... whatever! The great mighty Hawks will sell this out in no time!"

And with that, he was off and running into a pooling drunk crowd as the sound of cheering could be heard upon his arrival. Moving her eyes over towards her Master, she placed a gentle hand on his shoulder, her voice monotone as she leaned down to whisper in his ear as her eyes remained set on the floating announcer.

"You know... Hawks might get a heart attack soon, and you may get a chance to roast him and place an apple in his mouth if you continue taunting him like that."

With an amused laugh, Meliodas eagerly grasped her hand that lay on his shoulder, holding it in his own smaller one as he neared her soft skin closer to his lips, holding  her hand in a controlling and tough manner as he kept his emerald green eyes trained on her unfocused ones with great value held in them for her.

"My dear... that's the whole point."

Giving him a side glance, she just shook her head lightly, both Ban and King busy bickering over whether or not he should use his pillow.

"It's not even a weapon!"

"Not right now it's not! Look, cheating is cool and all... but I wanna see (Y/n)'s reaction when she finally realizes how useless you are without it! So... hand it over!"

"You prick—!"

With a bored look, (Y/n) shot them a quick stern look as they immediately noticed, and shut up, sulking a bit further away from her judgemental eyes as she remained hunched over Meliodas' shoulder.

"One day these two might kill each other."

"Let's hope and prey, (Y/n), let's hope and pray."

As the two finished talking, the ringing voice of the floating announcer broke through their conversation as both of them turned their attention towards the yelling man as he announced the finale of the Fighting Festivals first pairing.

"Griamore vs. Matrona!"

(Y/n) ears picked up his words as she hummed, her hair slightly covering her eyes as a soft wind blew by as she stood straight next to Meliodas' side with both Ban and King to her right, with King tugging at her sleeve to move closer, but she ignored it.

'Master isn't very happy with me as of right now, King...'

With that thought in mind, (Y/n) simply continued to ignore his pulling as Ban eventually pulled King away from her in annoyance. Taking a quick sniff of her surroundings, she took notice of Izuku, Denki, and Shinso all on the other side of the ring...

Snapping out of her thoughts, (Y/n)'s blank expression turned to the moving figure as her eyes took notice of the peculiar appearing hat and the matching robe. Tilting her head to the side, she attempted to get closer; only for the touch of Meliodas' hand on her stomach to stop her.

Staring up at her, Meliodas' eyes darkened slightly as his smile remained tight on his lips, his voice cracking a bit as he nudged his head on her shoulder, effectively stopping her in her tracks.

"Where are you going?"

Freezing her movements upon hearing his forced words, (Y/n) hands clenched slightly together as she held tightly onto her clothing. As she remained near the edge of the circle, her foot halfway over as she only gave a weak nod.

"Nowhere."

Giving a satisfied hum, Meliodas wrapped his arms around her waist, burying his head on her stomach as he let out a giddy giggle from his upturned lips. "I knew that! Come on... where else would you go if it wasn't with me?"

(Y/n) only remained silent as she held up a hand, placing it tenderly on his head as she gave his soft locks a careful ruffle. 'Maybe this will calm him down a bit...'

Suddenly, Meliodas' warm but unwelcoming embrace was rudely pulled off—but gratefully in (Y/n)'s part—as Ban held Meliodas' head in his grasp, his sharp ruby eyes staring irritatingly down at the annoying man as his blade like canine teeth shone a bit as he snarled in disgust down at him. "Yo, Captain... what the hell was that? Next time hug a hooker, save a (Y/n). Can't you see she don't want ya?" His annoyed tone only seemed to satisfy Meliodas as he just gave a proud smile, his lips still curled into a deep smile, but his eyes... goddamn someone give him surgery.

"I don't think I can remember the last time (Y/n) chose your hugs over mine so back up you bitch less snake."

"Bitch less snake? Excuse me?" Ban's frown only worsened as he tightened his hold on Meliodas' head, but only causing the short man to sway back and forth as his smug smile twitched slightly downward. Watching this all unfold, (Y/n) remained with her cold expression as she now stood farther away from them and next to King who seemed like he had asthma with how red his face was.

As he stood next to her, his honey-colored eyes glanced over once in a while, his hands clutching the pillow closer to his body as he didn't really seem to know what to say—or how to breath—as he stood next to her... he was standing next to her...

'I wonder how my cults doing... they should be fine with a little merch of mine, so I should be fine. What about that flower power trio? Yeah... OH MY GOD—'

Taking a few deep breaths, King held his sleeve up to his lips, hiding pathetically away his bashful smile as began to muster up the courage to take the initiative of his perfect conversation. 'Okay... just say the first word, and then go with the flow... yeah! And then when she hears how peotic and romantic I am she will begin to fall in love with me! And we can get married! And she will finally be—'

With a shaky breath, King puffed his cheeks slightly, his golden eyes narrowed as he plastered on his 'brave face' before turning around to face where (Y/n) was, ready to speak—only for her to be gone...

"Why..."

And so he went to a deserted corner of the area, sulking.

˜"*°•.˜"*°• ---- •°*"˜.•°*"˜

Standing in the middle of the flower power trio, the four of them stood together in a circle as they not-so-secretly whispered to each other of who they think may be cute or not.

"Look... I see where you would find it in the eyes, but his hair? I will personally fight his barber if I'm being honest."

"Come on! Just overlook the hair just this once and maybe you won't think he's-"

"An abomination of human flesh? Yeah, I do think that. I'm sorry Denki but someone has to have good eyesight between you and me, and it's obviously not you."

"I really feel like you're judging the poor guy too hard, I mean, we don't even know him maybe he's a decent man..."

Twisting her head to stare blankly over at Midoriya, she sternly shook her head as she sighed, disappointed by his good nature. "You're supposed to bash people with me, freckles... I don't think I can ever trust you again after this." Attempting to say this in a monotone voice, the slight hint of dramatization undertone was easily noticeable as she dramatically turned her head away from him before leaning over Shinso's shoulder.

Shinso merely shook her off, his violet eyes staring down at her as he just gave a small chuckle with a ghost of a smile flashing his tired expression. "When you're not so much of a doll you are a wonderful actor." His voice was rough but teasing as (Y/n) gave a small glare in return. "I'm a doll who knows what spot hurts you most on your body so keep those lips shut pretty boy and I may forget about that crucial piece of information."

Sweat dropping, Shinso cleared his throat as he just looked at the side, his violet eyes slightly wide as he spoke in a respectful manner. "Yes, ma'am."

"You know... we should really just skip like this is taking soo long-"

"And without further ado, stary fighting!"

"That dude's voice is starting to get on my nerves..."

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Floating languishly on top of Kings pillow, (Y/n) rested King's head on her lap as he lay unconscious, cotton stuffed up of his nose that began to be stained red as he mumbled things incoherently in his state. Staring below as "Matrona" with blank eyes, (Y/n) inspected her form, her height, and most importantly... her earring.

'Only Eli has that, and she would never take it off. But that isn't her... the aura is why off from hers. Diana? Oh...'

Lifting a veiny hand up towards her face, she cupped her chin as she let out a small huff. 'What did they do now...'

"She's just too fast! She rushed in close and has let fly with a flurry of punches!" The familiar squeaky voice of the announcer rang in her ears as she continued to examine Diana, each punch and each hit being memorized by (Y/n) as a small slip of a proud smile spread across her face. Though she doesn't say it often, she has always had a soft spot for Diana and... (Y/n) is glad that she has improved in her fighting style so greatly after ten years.

Halting her admiring, (Y/n) eyebrows furrowed slightly as she watched as a purple and black black emanated plainly for all eyes to see from his stomach, effectively cashing Diana to back off as his long dark hair slung from over his shoulder at the sheer force of it.

"Admirable sight, huh, (Y/n)?"

Staring over down from the pillow she hovered on, (Y/n) stared down at the sunny smiling Meliodas as he spoke to her in a cherry voice. "Oh..." Speaking in a monotone voice, she glanced over at Diana as she began to grow slightly worried. "... I suppose it's something to be anticipated for."

Though she was worried for Diana, she was less worried about her chances of survival than what she was actually worried about. (Y/n) is well aware of how powerful and dangerous Diana can be if she wishes to, and so she has nothing to fear concerning who would be the finale victor for this match; but she just couldn't shake off the feeling of... unease well up inside of her.

'Something is wrong... maybe not right now, but soon... and this man...' Inspecting the chiseled and meaty muscles of Griamore and the dark purple mist that radiated from his very stomach, her eyes sharpened as she could feel the air around her thicken as her heartbeat began to slow down. '... this man and his damn good muscles will be a pain in the ass later.'

"I mustn't be defeated here... It's nothing personal, girl. This is my magical ability..."

Observing as the ball of energy began to spread across his body, (Y/n) gave a hum of acknowledgment as she merely moved her head slightly back as she began to feel sorry for the guy on how badly he will have his pride handed to him cooked in high heat and on a silver platter made by the bone of his momma.

"... Wall!"

A ghost of a smile spread across her lips as she chuckled silently, her monotone expression remaining still as her eyes glinted with something new. Glancing down at King,
(Y/n) patted his check gently at a weak attempt of waking him up. "Hey, King... you're future wife is battling and will need some cheerleader support."

Once hearing no response from the resting man, (Y/n) then promptly gave up as she only gave a thumbs up in the direction of the battling boy in order to give him some comfort before he ultimately was returned to his creator.

Placing her chin on her palm, her bored eyes gave away to some amusement as she tilted her head to the side, her fingers twirling and entangling around King's ginger hair as her (e/c) eyes remained locked on the gorgeous figure of Diana.

"Must he be so absolutely jacked..."

"I'm also jacked, by the way..."

"Being a midget doesn't count, cap'n."

"Shut up, you snake."

"I know all your growth went nowhere but to your forehead."

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