Trig's kiane fanfics

Trig at many points in her life- “Bud”

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Missing shirts

King had spent the last 10 minutes trying to find his dark blue shirt, ripping apart the dresser and closet he became frustrated at being unable to find it. Yet even when he was executing this nettlesome task king still attempted to remain quiet due to the fact Diane was still asleep, lying face down; the blanket only partially covering her relaxed body in the nearby bed. Deciding to take a break he watched her sleep, Diane’s cheeks were slightly red and her mouth was parted. She looked so cute with her hair plastered against her face showing the evidence of deep sleep all through the night. King further examined her body noting how her back moved as she breathed steadily. It took all he had not to wake her up with a kiss before he noticed something different about her... she was wearing his shirt.

~I actually wrote this a while ago and I didn’t know why but I hated every word. But I’m feeling brave buds! Hope you like it.

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Dancing under our stars

“Do you know where king Harlequin is?”

This was the fourth person to ask me now, He must be caught up with some diplomat “No I’m sorry. He’s probably just mingling with someone.”

It was his idea to have this party to celebrate the end of the holy war but as soon as the music started he disappeared. I looked around the crowded field and saw the happy faces of fairies, giants, humans and other creatures dancing along to the country style music. The stage was placed in the centre of the field and the band played a lilting tune that could convince even the stillest of people to dance. Deciding not to look for king any longer I descried the band listening to the banjo, bass and fiddle play an optimistic tune. Roving closer I noticed the fiddler moving across the stage as he himself danced, his leg jumped up and down as he bobbed his head itn time to the music and weaved through the other musicians. The orange hair caught my eye forcing me to notice that it was in fact my king playing the fiddle. He laughed and yawped whilst sweating profusely from dancing on the stage; every now and then he would hop then stay in the air for too long as he levitated momentarily. A laugh bubbled out of me in surprise, he heard this somehow, his attention turning to me. He flashed his white teeth at my expression before silently mouthing dance my queen.

A light blush stained my cheeks but following his command I began swaying in time to the music. After some time I couldn’t stop myself and began to add more movement, before I knew it I was going around with the rest of the group. The smell of sweat and crushed grass overwhelmed my senses as I spun through the crowd letting the music take control of me. Slowing down to look back at king I found him dancing and spinning through the crowd of people towards me still playing his fiddle. Stopping completely I watched his fluid movements as he almost floated to me until he arrived at last. Bringing his arm down he stopped playing, moving the bow to be held in the same hand that was holding the fiddle. He reached his hand out towards me and in a quiet voice only I could hear whispered “let’s go somewhere else.”

I placed my hand in his allowing his long fingers to wrap around mine. He turned and pulled me through the crowd bodies bouncing around us as they tried to avoid king’s large wings. We broke free of group and ran towards the forest at the edge of the clearing and kept running even when we made it past the tree line. We kept running until the music faded and our lungs were burning. We slowed to a walk and swung our still joined hands as we both caught our breath. “Where are we going?”

“A place just for us. A place where we aren’t fairy king and giant queen, just us.”

He still held onto the fiddle that he had been playing earlier. Giants didn’t really have instruments but I had seen humans play these before. I let go of his hand and reached out for it in silent question, he handed it to me base first. Through closer examination I found it to be different then the others I had seen. It was the same green as a freshly barked sapling yet the wood was worn and littered with nicks and scratches from years of use. King stepped towards me with a soft look in his eyes “After the sins split up and I went back to the forest to find it destroyed I found one sapling. It was small and feeble but it had survived, I spent the next couple years caring for it... it was the last thing I had. You had left and my home was in ashes. This was the last thing I could do that made me feel like I was doing something useful. One day I came back to find that some humans from the nearby village was cutting it down, I tried to stop them but it was too late.”

I set down the fiddle and grabbed the bow from king placing it with the instrument. He held his hands out as I traced the lines in his palm listening to his story. “Using the sapling I made this. And for the rest of the time I was alone every time I missed you I played. When I was blessed with happy memories of you I played upbeat songs, and when I thought of memories where I had hurt you in some sort of way I played sad ones. And when I wanted to just remember you I played your song.”

He was silent after that watching me play with his strong hands, examining his calluses earned form playing this instrument and other activities. I stopped to pick up the violin with it’s bow and handed it to my king “I want to hear my song.”

His beautiful orange eyes widened at my request but then his head nodded as he took it up placing it delicately on his shoulder resting his chin on the edge. “I’ve never let anyone else hear this.”

His arm came up and with great expertise he moved the bow on the four strings and began playing. The forest went quiet as he played a bittersweet melody, I studied his deft fingers as they almost danced across fingerboard. He began walking backwards into the forest as I followed him in a trance. The music was constantly changing and so hypnotic as the scenery around we melted away and soon it was truly just king and I. The music rose in a crescendo before he stopped and let his arms fall. I finally took in our surroundings and found us still surrounded by towering redwoods when I noticed one specific tree that had a had a entrance at its base. King stood off to the side as I hesitantly walked through the dark hole and found it dipped down into the ground. Sensing king behind me I blindly advanced down the tunnel, my fingers dragging along the soft wall to steady myself in the dark. A dim light came into view and I felt the fairy King grab my hips as I beheld the cavern before me. Glow worms dotted the ceiling in a star-like pattern that lit up the medium sized space. The ground was made of moss and in the far corner was a pool of clear water. King was now humming his song as he wrapped his arms around my waist and placed his head on my shoulder. I automatically turned towards him resting my right hand on his shoulder while he shifted his own hands into my hip and holding my other hand up. Pulling him closer to me I moved my right foot back while his foot mirrored my action, stepping in so close our thighs touched. We continued to do similar steps moved in sync to his humming. Leisurely we roamed across the moss floor dancing to our own music, I hadn’t even noticed he had stopped humming as we danced under our stars.

Welp. This is it. Thanks for beta reading mars!!

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This morning was so long ago

The last I saw king was just this morning but it felt like an eternity. Ever since the everything cleared up between all the races we had both been busy preparing our clans for merging. I threw the door open to king and mines bedroom at the boar hat and stumbled across the boundary. Quickly scanning the dark space I was disappointed to find he was not there. Huffing I brought my heel back closing the door behind me and pulled my dress down in one fluid motion. I savoured the naked feeling for a moment before grabbing one of kings spare shirts and throwing it on. It was long enough that it reached my thighs allowing everyone to have some sort of coverage, but this was not the reason I wore it. I pulled the collar up to cover my nose and mouth taking in a deep breath to smell the sweet olive scent of my harlequin. I was too preoccupied with my daydreams that I didn’t hear the door hinges protest as king opened it and floated in. My private moment was interrupted by a choking sob. Turning I took in the sight of my king with tears streaming down his face. “Harlequin? What’s the matte-“

I was cut off by his weight launching into me. He held me tightly his face hidden in my breasts, I stumbled backwards until my legs hit the foot of the bed. Carefully I laid down letting all of his weight onto me, his broken sobs filling the room. Tears silently ran down my own cheeks as I stroked his soft hair, my fingers tracing his lean back muscles. “Harlequin? Please tell me what’s wrong. You’re scaring me.”

His muffled voice came from my breasts “mm jumt mimmed mu mo mume”

“What?”

His wet face lifted up, eyes swollen and red. In between heavy breaths he sniffled “I just missed you so much.”

He shoved his face back into my breasts breathing in deeply. I hugged him closer to me kissing the top of his head then whispered “Me too.”

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Hope you enjoyed this little badly written beaut I whipped up in 10 minutes.

[moonstomars]

Happy birthday Helbram!

I wrote this in a very short time (for me) and it’s also super short, but I had to write something for Helbram. And somewhere it’s still the 5th of May … Enjoy!

“So, did you get it?”

Helbram knows the answer even before asking that question, but there is a little part of him that still, foolishly, hopes; that same little part of him will be surely soon disappointed since he can read perfectly the expressions on the faces of his friends and no, they don’t get it.

Poor Harlequin, at least he is trying. He is looking at him with his brows furrowed, arms crossed on his chest, and by the look in his eyes Helbram can see that he wants to understand, he is trying to, but he can’t. He simply can’t see the point.

Next to him, Elaine snorts, eyeing at him with narrows eyes. She is not even trying.

“Let me see, Helbram. You want us to celebrate you,”  she says slowly, putting special emphasis on the word ‘celebrate’, as  the only thought to do such a thing is astonishing and disturbing, “because this exact day, 578 years ago, you were born?”

Helbram nods, a satisfied smile on his lips – at least it seems like she got what he said. “Exactly!”  

“And we also should … give you some presents.”

“That would be very nice from you!” Helbram claps his hands, his wings slightly swinging behind him. “From what I heard, it’s not like you have to, but you are my friends. Friends gave presents.”

Elaine opens her mouth again as to say something, but then she closes it and takes a deep breath, putting a hand on her face, covering her eyes.

“Helbram …,” she starts, but before she can add something else, Harlequin speaks.

“Why?” He tilts his head and stares at Helbram looking almost comically puzzled, holding his chin in his hand. “Why humans do it? What’s the point of celebrating the passing of time? It only means that they will die sooner.”

To be honest, Helbram was perplexed as well when he heard the first time about the way humans celebrate birthdays, but he has soon decided that it’s a tradition that he wants absolutely to teach to his friends. How could someone not be enthusiastic about having a party and presents without having to do anything to earn them?

“It’s not about celebrating the passing of time, it’s about celebrating the persons who are important to you,” Helbram explains, “because you are happy that they are born and they are alive with you! Aren’t you happy that I was born?” His eyes move from Harlequin – who blinks, still looking perplexed –  to Elaine – who skeptically looks back raising an eyebrow  – as he puts his hands on his hips. “Come on, your lives would be way more boring if it wasn’t for me!”

“Our lives would be way easier if it wasn’t for you,” Elaine mutters, shaking her head. “It’s not like you are sprouting wings a second time! Why should we randomly celebrate you? ”

“Oh my Princess,” Helbram presses a hand on his chest, his eyes widening, “you are hurting my feelings!”. He is trying to sound sarcastic, of course – so to hide how much Elaine’s words actually hurt him. He knows that Elaine is not really fond of him, but it’s not like he is asking much. He just wants to have fun with his friends, to celebrate with them, and this seemed like the perfect idea. But apparently, he was wrong.  

“We can do that.”

Helbram blinks and immediately looks at Harlequin. He looks serious. He actually means it.

“Brother,” Elaine begin, sighing, but he doesn’t let her finish.

“Why not, Elaine? It’s just a party, after all. I’m sure our friends would love it.” He shrugs, shaking his head. “I still don’t understand why humans do it, but if Helbram cares about it, we can make him this present.” He looks at Helbram and smiles at him, a warm and reassuring smile that always has the strange effect of calming Helbram. “It’s his birthday, after all.”

And Helbram can’t help but let his lips curve into a grin while he rapidly approaches his best friend, putting an arm around his shoulders.  “Ah, my dear Harlequin! I knew you wouldn’t let me down!”

And it doesn’t matter that Elaine is rolling her eyes, muttering something about stupid human customs, it doesn’t even matter that probably no one of the other Fairies will understand what a birthday party is and why they are having it. The only thing that matters is that they will have fun together, and maybe, who knows, he will be able to show to his best friend that humans’ tradition can be beautiful.

One day, he’ll understand that.  

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That last line though... good job bud!

[redworld96]

He literally toyed with a +200k 4C Mael;

He damaged The Original Demon;

Zeldris couldn’t do anything against him;

He defended himself with no problem from the storms the Demon King himself;

BUT

He was hit for the first time as the True Fairy King by his waifu :v 

[spoilerkingjuliane]

Volume 36 Cover, Undercover, First Page & Omake

Scanned by Roadagain

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Ban: To tell you the truth, I really want to just take you and go on a journey right now, but… Elaine: I know, Ban… Please save Meliodas… save everyone! Ban: I’ll be right back, so just wait a bit longer! Elaine: Take care Howzer: He disappeared?! Guila: He did… Q&A Q: How does awakened King look when he transforms into his old man form? King: (Old man?) Are you really asking that? Is there any reason to transform into an even more dignified form than this one? Diane: I wanna see too! King: If you say so Diane: Aah, so it’s like that Q: Recently I have problems falling asleep, what should I do? Diane: Work out and get tired, then you sleep! Elizabeth: How healthy! Hawk: You’ll naturally get sleepy when you stuff yourse… Gowther: They’ll become a pig if they do that Ban: Drinking alcohol of course! King: Minors can’t drink!! Gowther: Don’t sleep at all Escanor: Only you can do that, Gowther! Merlin: Just take one of my special sleeping pills Elizabeth: Please don’t! Meliodas: Playing until I get tired Elizabeth: Kya! I knew you’d do that! Nakaba: I automatically get tired when I work on… lining… pages… Meliodas: Who are you? Q: What will happen if Meliodas and Elizabeth mix? Elizabeth: M-mix? U-uuhm… What do you mean by that…? Gowther: What happens when you mix, in other words What will come out if you copulate? Meliodas: Wanna mix and find out? Elizabeth: Oh, shut up!

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Oh this is great!

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Brain: you want to write today. It’ll be good and relaxing

Body: yes that’s a good idea. You have a killer headache so this would be low impact.

Me: *orders pizza then forgets about it, and reorganizes room instead* ... yes?

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"Hey king, I have a gift for you!"

I looked back seeing Diane running towards me I smiled as a greeting slightly blushing "D-Diane you didn't have to get anything!"

She giggled "It's just a drink silly"

She pulled a blue can from where she had it hidden behind her back. She presented it to me, leaned over and read the label "Red bull. Sounds aggressive."

"No no it's rather good! Just try it king!”

She shoved it into my hands and took a step back biting her lip in... anticipation? What is she anticipating? After examining the label further l cracked the can and hesitantly took a sip. My hair was ruffled violently as a rush of air burst from my back. I stood in shock my eyes wide, the can in my hand shaking as Diane who was trying to suppress a giggle said in a sing song voice "Red bull gives you wiiings."

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In the night

Diane finished her mug of ale now. Her cheeks were rosy from her tipsiness and she giggled “What are you looking at king? See something you like?” I hadn't noticed I was staring at her. I changed my focus and began picking at my already destroyed cuticles “Always Diane.” looking outside I noticed the sun had completely disappeared among the horizon “We should probably be heading off to bed Diane. Its getting late.” She nodded before standing up, wobbling slightly, and made her way from our booth to the bar where she placed her mug. She turned leaning against the ledge, holy crow she was beautiful. And then she voiced the most amazing words. “King can I sleep with you tonight?” I was already blushing just at the thought “Uh yeah sure!” She flashed her teeth at me in a grin before running over to me grabbing my hand and dragging me up the stairs. I floated to make it easier for her, chastieful in our trail. She seemed relaxed and happy, this was rubbing off on me as the tension that had built up in my chest melted away at the sight of her skipping down the hall to my room. When we got close to my door I lowered myself to the floor walking behind Diane as we filed in and I closed the door behind us. The hem of my blazer was yanked on forcing me to turn around and her fingers fumbled drunkenly with my buttons “D-Diane what are you doing?” Her eyebrows furrowed in concentration as she began unbutton my white shirt as well pulling my jabot collar loose “I don't have any pajamas and this uniform is not comfortable to sleep in. So I'm stealing your shirt!” She was more drunk then I thought, but I helped her and took off my blazer and shirt handing the white cloth over. She pursed her lips and nodded in a stern but adorable manner "Why thank you Sir King.” Her eyes grazed over my chest, cheeks growing more rosy before she spun around and went into the attached bathroom for some privacy. I pushed my self off the door propelling myself towards the unmade bed and straightened it out a bit so it would be easier to get comfortable in. When I was finished I lowered myself onto the edge leaning over to untie my shoes. I was toeing my second one off when I heard the door hinges squeal softly. I looked up pushing my hair from my face when saw a sight that caused an instant nosebleed. She had let her hair down and my shirt was long enough to cover her curvy frame. It was an almost primal feeling, a woman wearing your clothes that held your scent, It was the universal sign that she was yours and only yours. Suck on that Howzer. I grabbed a spare handkerchief from my pocket and mopped my bloody nose up as she crawled into bed behind me. “Hey Diane?” I waited for a response but was instead met with light snoring. I looked over my shoulder to see her already passed out in a fetal position. She was absolutely adorable, I floated up and back till my head rested on the pillow beside her. I had tried to give her some space but as my weight came down on the mattress she scooched closer to me and curled up into my bare chest. Inside that chest my heart pounded but I wrapped my arms around her, my fingers tangling in her long soft hair and I listened to her breath till my heart calmed down and my eyelids grew droopy. It was so much easier to protect her this way.

It was still in the early hours of the morning when I first heard the sniffling, then the sensation of a quivering body against my own brought me out of the lazy stupor I was in “Diane?” allowing my eyes to further adjust to the dark room I angled my head so I could see her face better. Her nose was scrunched up while her eyes moved rapidly beneath her eyelids. A sheen covered her face and her entire body was shaking. Not knowing what to do I sat up cross legged and slid both my arms underneath her bring her onto my lap. I held her like a child and rocked whispering comforting things “I love you Diane. You need to wake up, you are having a nightmare.” I held her tightly to my chest as she began shaking harder tears flowing from her closed eyes. I was beginning to get worried, this seemed to be a really bad dream. My cheeks became wet as I leaned down kissing her forehead whispering her name. Her breathing got faster then she jolted in my arms her violet eyes now opened up wide darting around the dark room. “Diane, you are OK. This is a safe place. You just had a nightmare.” Her eyes continued to roam the room before they fell on me. Her voice broken called out to me “Harlequin.” She threw her arms around my neck her wet face resting on the soft part between my shoulder and neck. I hugged her back as she sobbed into me, I dampened her hair with my own tears as we both cried together in the safety of each others arms

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[trigswriting]

So this is new. We’ll give it a shot. It’s really hard to edit on your notes app on your phone so I’m sorry. I present to you....

“Shit”

I slammed my hand on the wall wincing in pain. This was the 3rd time I had tried to make this casserole but I had burnt it into a char again. I put my oven mitt back on and dumped the mess in the garbage. Walking back I grabbed my phone and dialed the local pizza places number

I feminine voice picked up “hello lionas pizza, what can I get you?”

“Hey I want a medium veggie pizza please.”

I heard a soft gasp from the other line before the voice stuttered out again. “Um y-yes of course! Eh what else can I get you?”

Why did she get so nervous all of a sudden? “No, that’s it.”

She sounded really cute, but there was silence on the other line “um hello? Do you want my address?”

“Yes! I do!”

I chuckled “yeah I live at 176 Forest drive.”

“Ok it’ll be there in half an hour!”

~time skip~

I scrubbed the burnt casserole off the dish with rigorous determination. I should just give up on cooking and live off takeout. As if on cue the doorbell rang. Wiping my hands on a tea towel I walked to the door and opened it to a very sweaty, attractive tall girl holding a pizza “Hey your early! I called you only 15 minutes ago.”

I noticed how flushed and out of breath she was “are you OK?”

She took a deep breath in before her knees buckled beneath her. I dropped the towel and caught her by her elbows. I grabbed her under her armpits and dragged her in my house. I pulled her over to the nearby couch and lay her down. I went to the kitchen to grab a glass of water. On my way I closed the door leaving the pizza forgotten on the doorstep.

Diane POV

The first thing I registered was the soothing sensation of fingers running through my hair. I was so tired after I ran in that pizza order for king. *oh my god the pizza* I sat straight up opening my eyes and taking in my surroundings. This place seemed so familiar. A attractive voice I had heard many times over the phone sounded behind me “do you want some water?”

I twisted my torso so I could see behind me. And there he was the man I had been crushing on for months sitting behind me. I took in the situation and my positioning on the couch. With me laying down... my head would have been resting on his lap. My heart started pounding and I looked for words. “Ah uh I’m sorry about the pizza! The car broke down and I said I would be here in a halfanhoursoIranhere.”

I turned so I was sitting on the couch beside him. “I’m sorry. I ramble when I’m nervous.”

His mouth curled into a small smile and he held a glass of water out to me. “You ran all the way here? Why would you do that. I would have understood. Please just drink some water. I called your work already and told them what happened.”

I grabbed the water and took a sip. The heat of a blush travelling across my cheeks. “Thank you sir...”

His hand squeezed my shoulder “please call me king. Now what’s your name?”

I finished the water and placed it on the table in front of me. “Um Diane.”

“That’s a beautiful name for a beautiful girl.”

I hid my deepening blush with my hair. His hand lifted off my shoulder before he asked “have we met before? I feel like I know you.”

“Well that’s I’m always the one who delivers pizza to you.”

He snapped his fingers “of course! I should have recognized you sooner, you come to my house a lot.”

I chuckled “it’s ok-and I guess I do come here a lot. You must really like pizza.”

He shook his head “well yes but it’s mostly because I can’t cook. I try but I always fail and just order some fast food.”

I stood up “I can cook! I’ll make you something right now!”

He grabbed my arm trying to pull me back down to the couch “no you mustn’t. Your exhausted. If anything I should be cooking for you! But I’ll make you some tea instead.”

I shook my head pulling on his grip “no it’s ok. It’s the least I can do after dropping your food.”

He paused for a minute in thought before responding “well ok. But I have some conditions. One you must drink some tea. And two you teach me how to cook.”

He stood up beside me and lead me through his house to his small dirty kitchen.

He moved to the kettle filling it with water and putting it on the stove. I watched in fascination as his hands expertly struck a match and lit the burner. He moved his eyes to me “are you all right? I’m sorry I know the place is a mess. I wasn’t expecting company.”

I moved and began picking up dishes and placing them in the sink. “It’s ok. It’s really not that messy. We just have to put some dishes away.”

I began to rinse the dirty dishes when I felt him grip my waist and pull me away. “Please. Allow me. I shouldn’t be letting a guest do this.”

He showed me a small table and chair with the sound of the whistling pot in the background. “You drink your tea while I clear up a bit. Afterwards you can teach me to cook.”

He moved and pulled a clean cup from the cupboard and a teabag from a nearby tin. I watched as he poured the water into the cup with the teabag. He brought the steaming mug over to me and placed it in front of me. “Well I can’t teach you to cook in a night. And besides. It’s very late.”

He ran the water and resumed my dishes cleaning. “Then you’ll have to come back. I’ll walk you home tonight and tomorrow oh can come by and begin my lessons.”

I got up from my seat moving towards the door “ok I’ll come by. We can start off simple and make pancakes.”

He turned the water off moving towards me “it’s a date! Now let’s get you home. As you said. It’s quite late.”

~time skip because I’m lazy~

Scraping shoes filled the silence between us as we made our way up my steps. We stopped at the door “well this is me. Thank you for all your help. I’m sorry about your pizza.”

He fiddled with his fingers. He seemed so nervous. “Um it’s really no problem. I enjoyed spending time with you.”

I admired his freckles that dotted his face. I suddenly groaned “oh no! I forgot all about my car! It’s still broken down on the side of the road.”

He grabbed my hand making my heart skip. “It’s OK I’ll grab it for you tomorrow.”

“Please you don’t have to do tha-“

I was cut off by a hand covering my mouth. “Let me do this for you.”

He moved his hand from my mouth pushing a strand of hair from my face. I hadn’t noticed how close we were. I felt a rush of bravery and closed the space between us giving a small peck. His hands fell away and he blushed deeply. Embarrassed I pulled my keys out and unlocked the door. I stepped across the barrier before looking back “I’m sorry. I rushed it didn’t I.”

He still had that shocked look on his face. He seemed to be in a daze. “King?”

He looked at me then gave a giddy smile “I’ll see you tomorrow at 8.”

I nodded before closing the door softly. I placed my forehead on the door in disbelief. I can’t believe I did that. I smiled as I heard kings muffled voice behind the door “holy shit. She’s amazing”