Disclaimer: Seven Deadly Sins also known as Nanatsu no Taizai is not mine and I make no money off of this.

Characters: Meliodas, Liz

Summary: Liz wants Meliodas to prove his love for her, but Meliodas is not impressed with how she wants him to do so.

Author's Notes: Everyone can thank a very drunk Lickitysplit for this story idea.

Also: Happy Birthday to coffin-of-eternal-darkness over on tumblr.


Prove It

"I want you to prove it!" Liz declared suddenly, poking her finger hard against Meliodas' chest. Meliodas was grateful for the late hour, since that meant no one was around to witness him getting poked at like a child's newest discovery, in the middle of the street no less.

"Prove what?" he asked, pausing in his stride to look up at her. Liz's eyes were glassy and her face was flushed, she also swayed dangerously on her feet, despite his arm around her waist to help steady her, finishing the drunken look.

"You said that you love me." Liz stated simply, as if that explained everything.

"Yes I do," Meliodas agreed just as simply, not quite understanding where this was coming from.

She poked at his chest again, wiggling her finger teasingly. "I want you to prove that you love me."

Meliodas swallowed a sudden lump in his throat. It wasn't that he had a problem with proving his devotion, but her current mood set him on edge and his instincts were screaming at him to get away.

He ignored his instincts with practiced ease.

"So what do you want?" he asked after a moment of silence, hoping it wouldn't be anything weird or painful.

Liz's lips twitched, trying, and failing, to hide her amusement. "A piercing."

"A… piercing?"

"Yes. I want you to get a piercing."

"That's it?"

"That's it." She agreed with a smile and a nod.

Meliodas nodded, hiding his relief. "Well, that's not a problem. We can go and look for earrings tomorr-"

"Not there," Liz interrupted mid-word.

Meliodas paused, his earlier feeling of relief instantly vanishing with two words. "Not… where?" he asked slowly, beginning to get an inkling of where this was going.

"Not on your ear." Liz answered, her grin transforming from sweet to smug. "I want it somewhere else."

Cold trepidation crawled down his spine, causing Meliodas to shiver despite the warm night. "Where do you want it?

"Lower."

"My nose?"

"Lower."

"My lip?"

"Lower."

"My tongue?"

Liz shook her head slowly, smug grin turning wicked. "Lower."

Meliodas did not like the direction their conversation was going. Not a bit. "My… nipple?"

"Lower."

"Liz," Meliodas started with a warning note in his voice. "If it's my belly button then-"

"Lower." Liz interrupted once again.

"…What?"

"Lower."

Suddenly Meliodas knew…

"No!"

"Yes."

"No fucking way!"

"I want you to get your dick pierced," Liz stated triumphantly, staring down at him with a gleeful look in her eye, "and I'm going to watch."

Meliodas went completely still, mind racing as he tried to process what Liz, his sweet Elizabeth, was asking him to do. Unwittingly his mind drifted back to another time where she asked him for something equally as daunting.

"This is just as bad as the time you asked me to get circumcised!"

"...What?"

Meliodas buried his face in his hands. "It's true," he bemoaned, threading his fingers through his hair. "Your parents refused to let you be with me unless I got circumcised. So I did."

Liz cocked her head to the side, bemused by his response and wondering if he was more drunk than he let on. "But… you're not circumcised."

"Because of the stupid curse!" Meliodas exploded, starting to pace back and forth agitated. "I got the skin of my penis cut off, only for it to grow back several days later. Then I had to go through it all over again!"

Liz stumbled back as Meliodas whirled around and, in echo of her earlier actions, poked her firmly on the chest. "I tortured my penis once a week for twenty four years for you!"

There was a moment of silence as Liz tried to make any sense of what he was talking about. "I have no idea what you're talking about," she deadpanned.

"Of course you don't, and I both love and hate you for it." Meliodas muttered, defeated.

"...So," Liz started, breaking the awkward silence they had both fallen into. "Tomorrow we'll go and get your dick pierced." Her tone made it clear that negotiations were done and that the conversation was over, before turning and staggering off down the street.

Meliodas simply stood in the middle of the road, watching her stumble her way home, regretting all of his life's choices.


End

I regret nothing.