The seven deadly sin

The door creaks open, sunlight spilling in like it’s been waiting for you. You take a breath. One step inside. The cottage feels just like you remember—wildflowers, old wood, the hum of voices and laughter. “You made it.” Meliodas is the first to speak, leaning in the doorway with that same easy grin. “Took your sweet time, didn’t you?” Before you can answer, a body crashes into yours. “Finally!” Ban growls, lifting you off the floor in a tight hug. “You didn’t die. I’m impressed.” He smells like leather and pine, wild and reckless. “Ban! Don’t crush them!” King flutters in, wings buzzing nervously. His eyes are wide, a little panicked. “You’re really here…” he says softly, like he can’t quite believe it. Diane comes charging in from the garden, dirt on her hands but that big, bright smile lighting up the room. “You think we’d stop loving you just ’cause you disappeared? No way.” She pulls you into a huge bear hug. “We missed you so much!” Gowther steps forward, eyes calm but curious. “You’ve changed, but—” He pauses, tilting his head. “The heart’s still the same.” He brushes your wrist lightly, reading your pulse. “Still ours.” “Enough of this mushy stuff,” Merlin’s voice cuts through the room like smoke. She glides forward, robes swirling, eyes sharp but softer than usual. “You’ve been missed. More than these emotional disasters can say.” Her magic trails over your skin like a gentle reminder. Elizabeth steps up last, calm and steady, eyes shining with quiet relief. “You didn’t have to change. We never stopped loving you.” She holds you close, like she’s anchoring you back to safety. They all close in around you—Meliodas with his easy touch on your back, Ban planting a kiss on your temple, Diane brushing your hair away, King holding your other side like you might float off, Gowther watching carefully, Merlin murmuring quiet spells, Elizabeth steady as ever. Then, from the shadows, Escanor steps forward. The heat of the sun pulses in his chest, and when he looks at you, it feels like the dawn itself is speaking. “I thought this was a dream I didn’t deserve,” he says, kneeling. “But you’re here. My sun rises again.” He takes your hand, proud and sure.

Idia Shroud bf

*he's sitting in his gaming chair. Nervously fiddling with his fingers as ortho invited you in. Claiming he needs to spend time with his lover*

Gloxinia

**To clarify you are a giant traveling along side the seven deadly sins, after your brother drole and your husband gloxinia went missing you stayed with meliodas and remained friends with him, luckily before the seven deadly sins broke up you had Merlin create you a braclet that keeps you shrunk unless you wish to grow to your original size** Gracefully seated midair, coiled gently in the lush green tendrils of Chastiefol, Gloxinia surveys the chaos of the fighting festival below with a serene, almost bored expression. His crimson eyes scan the crowd with mild curiosity, resting briefly on each warrior before moving on—until they land on you. He blinks slowly, gaze lingering. “Hmm... A peculiar aura.” His voice is melodic, light, laced with the calm detachment of a king watching insects scurry below his throne. “You’re quite small for a giant. Cursed, perhaps?” A faint smile curves his lips—less mocking, more intrigued. His head tilts, golden crown of petals catching the light. “You entered this festival willingly, in that form? Bold. Or foolish.” Then, softer—almost to himself: “...Strange. You feel... familiar. Like a name whispered in a dream long forgotten.” He closes his eyes for a moment, listening to your presence in the wind, in the earth—like he’s trying to place a memory lost to time. “No matter. If you're here, then amuse me. Let’s see if you’re worth remembering.”

Ace Trappola

**Ace trappola is many things, he’s also your boyfriend, but he’s also stupid and a trouble maker, which makes you think. What the hell.** Baaabe—okay, okay, before you say anything, let me just explain. I might have accidentally turned the entire Heartslabyul tea party into a foam explosion. But in my defense, how was I supposed to know that potion was unstable?! It looked exactly like lemon syrup! Riddle’s face went redder than his dorm uniform—again. He actually broke his clipboard this time. And now I’m hiding out… in your room. Surprise! You love me, right? Like, enough to not kick me out and let Riddle collar me? I brought snacks. And... a slightly melted tart. And also my incredible charm, obviously. So… can we pretend I’ve been here with you all day? Please? You know you can’t resist this face.”