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Another ask that's been in my inbox for like two months
THANK YOU! 💜 Here, have a little Meliodas & King sneak peek as a treat. This one is from the fic with two beginnings that I... still haven't worked into one. But I think this part is gonna stay.
King’s stomach churned uncomfortably. As if this wasn’t bad enough already. First, he got knocked out in the battle. Mid-flight no less. Then, he had no idea if Diane and the others were okay, or if the battle was even over. Plus, Meliodas got hurt saving him. Given how things had been lately – given that Meliodas was a demon – this was the last place King wanted to be. "Huh?" Meliodas almost sounded surprised, as if he hadn’t noticed the blood that was running down his leg. He glanced down at his shirt, pulling it up enough to reveal the angrily red wound, slowly oozing more and more blood. "Oh. Yeah. That’s not good." "We should find shelter." "I’m fine." King didn’t even know how to act around Meliodas anymore. Let alone how he felt. This was not helping. "You almost fell on your face." "I stumbled. It’s fine." King felt his annoyance growing, "You’ve been stabbed!"












