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[x] § Arthur Pendragon Imagine §

“You’re getting a little weaker than your previous blow,” a small grin etched on your face as you put your balance on your back leg, aiming for a low blow.

“And you are losing your balance with every attack I make, what’s happening huh? Falling for me? Or am I distracting you?” he smirked, gazing at you from above his blade.

“You are a little bit too full of yourself Arthur Pendragon,” your head shook a little teasingly.

“Using my full name I see, I really am your reason for your defeat,” a small chuckle escaped his lips. 

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[x] § Estarossa Imagine §

“Get out of my way,” he spoke in a gentle voice.

“No,” Escanor frowned, taking a fighting stance, “I’m not going to let you take (Y/N), especially if it’s against their own wil.” his hand gripped his axe tightly.

“You’re a nice man,” Estarossa didn’t change demeanour -- nor did his face change in the slightest.

“Of course I am,” He responding. The demon took that distracted fraction of a second to slam his foot into Escanor’s stomach, making him fly up in the air.

“I’m taking (Y/N), whether you like it or not.”

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[x] § Gilthunder Imagine §

“Is this the way to treat your-” 

“Don’t even think of trying to stop me!” Gilthunder roared, slashing his sword powerfully against Hendrickson’s armor, slamming him into the ground.

“You used (Y/N) like she was a pawn in your little game, you swore to me that if I joined the Holy Knights, you wouldn’t lay a finger on them, yet here you are, using them like the desperate man you are. I’m not going to let that slide!” The pink haired gripped his sword tightly as he glared at the man that was struggling to stay on his feet after the destructive blows.

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[x] § Merlin Imagine §

She didn’t usually feel this way for anyone and it bugged her. Brewing her potions was only becoming a bind when Ban’s obnoxious and overly friendly behaviour was soundly just in earshot. 

Merlin couldn’t help but glance every now and again as she twirled the test tube from in between her fingers to mix the substances inside. The Fox Sin of Greed had his muscular arm securely around your shoulders, cheeks flushed and leaning into you.

Seeing how different Ban is from his usual cold and collected demeanour was extremely disconcerting, she hated it. It was childish of her to think this way but she should be the one hogging your attention.

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[x] § Ban Imagine §

“Where is (Y/N)?” Ban held a terrifying lack of emotion in his eyes, like all life had been sucked out of him. His voice was threateningly low and his face remained stoic.

Her sword was embedded right through his heart but, for obvious reasons, that didn’t stop it. The Fox Sin Of Greed was suppressing his most violent emotions, so powerfully that he wasn’t even spitting blood. 

“I’m not telling you,” she growled as Ban grasped her cheek, rubbing them harshly between his fingertips before smacking her cheek tauntingly.

“I’m not going to ask again, tell me where (Y/N) is and I might just not kill you, life is already bad enough, I don’t need you to take something that’s decently good away from me!” his eyes darkened.

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[x] § Diane Imagine §

“It’s official!” Melodias grinned, Ban made a beeline for the bar, serving himself with his favourite beer before collapsing on a chair and taking a large gulp.

“What is?” King raised an eyebrow as Diane watched.

“We’re convinced (Y/N) to come with us!” the blond grinned.

“Really????” The giant squealed, standing up and shaking giddily, “oh, I’m so exicted to see them again!” 

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[x] § Jericho Imagine §

It was a little unnerving how protective she was, you only had a vague understanding of your childhood given it had become blurry as a result of a nearly fatal accident -- but you were sure you weren’t related, nor did she seem to have any sort of warm feeling for you, unless you’ve been reading it wrong this whole time.

“Stand up, and leave, before I do much more than just disfigure that face of yours,” she spoke, eyes filled with satisfaction. You and Jericho watched as the man stood up and ran for his life.

“Why did you do that?” you inquired.

“Because I felt like it,” she replied stoically.

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