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[4kota askbox] High School AU guide
"Yea they're these all-powerful beings who have been around for thousands of years and have fought in multiple wars and they've killed many people probably but also, they're just my mama and papa they're basically harmless tbh :3 "
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Another day at the restaurant, cooking, cleaning, running the show. Lancelot watches with a critical eye as his chefs prepare for the coming service. Running a high end restaurant like ‘Dame du lac’ is not easy. Everything needs to be micromanaged.
After his adventures at age 13, he had decided to calm down a bit, settle in Liones and start a restaurant. His father had taught him to cook and he intended to utilize those skills to make some money. This would finance his journey to save Jericho and earn him information, similar to what uncle Meliodas did with the ‘Boar hat’ tavern.
The moment the doors are set to open, Lancelot can hear a commotion from outside.
‘Ugh not already. Why does he have to show up every day?’
He can already hear the overly cheery voice, “Lance come out here! Be my personal chef!
Lancelot ignores him. He and Tristan were childhood friends, when the prince came to try his food, he loved it. The prince had loved it so much he wanted Lancelot to be his personal chef. No matter how many times he says no, the idiot just keeps coming back.
He turns to his chefs, “Keep prepping. I will be right back.” With that, he steps out of the kitchen to go deal with Tristan. He would never make his serving staff deal with such an annoying guest.
“Lance! There you are! Be my personal chef! Please! Your cooking is the best!” Tristan is practically begging. Lancelot has to look away. He is too soft sometimes. Tristan is too cute to say no to.
Still, he manages. “I already said no. Now either eat or get out of my restaurant, guests are arriving soon.”
“Fine, I’ll eat. But one of these days I’ll convince you.”
“I have to get back to my kitchen. Enjoy your meal.” Lancelot slams the kitchen door in his face. He takes a breath. As much as he wants to be Tristan’s personal chef, he has a mission. He needs to gather information about Jericho and he needs to save her.
Service runs smoothly and Tristan stays at his table the entire time. He runs up a tab of drinks and food that would make anyone else shudder. Lancelot knows he can afford it at least, the boy is the prince of Liones after all. His allowance is more than Lancelot makes in a month.
‘Stupid rich prince.’
Lancelot wanders out to the main floor of the restaurant after service. He finds Tristan in his usual spot.
“Fine. Come here.” Lancelot waves him over.
Tristan jumps up like an excited puppy. He practically runs over. Lancelot pulls him into the kitchen where his staff are packing up and going home. The kitchen is almost empty.
Lancelot leans against the counter, “If you can cook me an edible meal in 5 minutes I will be your personal chef.”
“5 minutes?! At least give me an hour!”
“If my chefs can do it, so can you.”
“Fine.” He looks around for ingredients. He fumbles around, trying to put oil in a pan and causing a fire. Lancelot looks disappointed, putting a lid over the fire to stop it. He takes the pan and puts it into one of the sinks with the lid on it.
Lancelot gives him a smirk, “Wow you suck.”
“I tried my best!”
“I think you should go home.”
“Same time tomorrow?” Lancelot teases.
“Of course I’ll be here at the same time tomorrow.” Tristan slams the door.
Tristan collapses on the couch as soon as he gets back to the castle. He lets out a sigh of defeat. Meliodas glances over at him, smirking.
“Defeated again?” Meliodas sits next to him.
“Yeah. He refuses to be my personal chef. But he’s amazing!”
“You know…instead of spending thousands every day, why not take another angle.” Meliodas has that look in his eye, like he has a plan. He takes out a silver bracelet with a charm on it, a blue heart. It’s a courting gift.
Tristan gasps, “Papa, Are you serious?”
“I am. If you marry him, he will be able to cook you as much food as you want. And I know you love him. If you didn’t, you wouldn't be spending so much money at his restaurant.”
“You're right! Tomorrow I will offer it to him. I’m going to court him no matter what.”
Unaware of the gift coming to him tomorrow, Lancelot sits at his desk. He analyzes every piece of evidence, finding nothing concrete. He ends up falling asleep at his desk with numbers going through his head.
The next morning, Tristan arrives. The same time as usual. Though now, he doesn’t cause a commotion. He just sits quietly at his table ordering his usual drinks, mostly juice.
At the end of service, he walks over to the kitchen and smiles kindly at one of the servers. “Could you tell Chef Lancelot that I would like to speak to him?”
The server rolls her eyes with a fond smile, “at it again, are you?”
“Yes I am, Anne. Though this time I’m taking a new strategy.”
“Good luck.” She goes into the kitchen and tells Lancelot that Tristan is waiting. Lancelot comes out looking grumpy. He had gotten nowhere yesterday and he is in a sour mood.
“What do you want, Tristan?” Lancelot scowls.
Tristan notices his bad mood and realizes now is not a good time to give his gift. He instead tries something else. “Come have a drink with me?”
“A drink?” Lancelot looks confused.
“Yeah. just one. I’ll buy it of course. I just- you seem stressed.”
Lancelot softens, he even smiles slightly. He allows Tristan to lead the way to the bar. “Fine, one drink.”
But it’s never just one drink for the two of them. One turns into three which turns into a drinking competition between the two. Eventually Tristan is stumbling slightly. He almost falls out of his chair and he giggles, not noticing the box containing the bracelet fall to the floor.
Lancelot picks it up and opens it. His alcohol-ridden brain immediately sees the shiny thing and wants it. “It’s pretty.” He slurs.
“It’s for you.” Tristan giggles, his words muddled.
“For me?” Lancelot puts on the bracelet.
“Yah! Be my partner! Come live with me at the castle. You don't have to cook for me, just be with me.” Tristan mumbles against the bar.”
Lancelot starts sobbing, “that’s the nicest thing anyone’s ever offered to me.” He sniffles, the alcohol enhancing his emotions. “I would love to be your partner.”
Tristan lets out a giddy laugh but he can’t get up off the bar. Eventually the bartender manages to drag them both back to the castle where Meliodas puts them to bed.
When Lancelot wakes up next to Tristan the next morning and sees the bracelet on his wrist he yells, loud. His shout can practically be heard across the kingdom. “YOU GOT ME DRUNK SO YOU COULD MAKE ME AGREE TO BE YOUR PERSONAL CHEF?! THAT’S NOT FAIR YOU-” The next words are a string of curses so colourful that many mothers cover their children’s ears.