Hi everyone, here's chapter 2!

Summary: Percy seems to touch every girl except her and Lancelot hates it. Move over Diane, there's about to be a new Sin of Envy.

Pairing: Onesided!Percival x fem!Lancelot, Slight Percival x Anghalhad.

Warnings: Very slight NSFW.

Chapter 2: Hands all over me

It had been an accident.

With Percy, it always was. That was the weird thing. Percy wasn't like King Meliodas, always feeling up the girl he liked. No, Percy always just seemed to trip and land in a girl's boobs, up a girl's skirt or in a bath with a naked girl.

Which was sus as Hell but Lancelot could literally read hearts, she knew they really were just accidents.

Accidents that Percy seemed to have around every girl except her! Typical, Percy probably didn't even see her as a girl. She wouldn't be surprised if he face-planted in her chest and asked why she even had boobs, because she 'wasn't girly enough for them.'

No, she was projecting her insecurities. That particular insult had been thrown at Lancelot by a fairy years back, when she'd first started developing her teenage body and, fuck, it still stung. But Percy definitely knew she was a girl and he would never say that to her.

Not that I care, Lancelot thought as a furious red haze misted over her vision. Anne had given Percy permission to feel her up sometimes! Why would he go to Anne for that?! Wasn't Lancelot closer to Percival than Anne?!

Well the answer to that was, quite frankly, no. As fellow Knights of the Apocalypse, Lancelot and Percival had a different kind of bond, one that Anne and Percy simply didn't have. But the question was 'wasn't Lancelot closer to Percival than Anne?!' And the answer was no.

But Lancelot didn't want to fucking hear it, not even from herself. She scowled so hard she almost levitated herself off the ground, oblivious to the concerned looks the others were giving her.

Why did Percy want to touch Anne and not Lancelot anyway?!

Why did she care so much?!

The sheer shock of that thought almost doubled Lancelot over like a punch to the gut, why did she care so much?! Why did Lancelot give one single solitary fuck that Percy wanted to touch Anne?! The only way she could have possibly imagined herself ever caring was if Anne didn't want Percival to touch her. And since Percy would never deliberately touch a girl who had told him no and Anne had literally offered, that wasn't an issue.

So why was Lancelot even thinking about this?! Let alone getting so jealo-

Oh shit.

She was jealous. She was jealous that Percival wanted to touch Anghalhad and not her and wasn't that just fucking great?!

Lancelot pinched the bridge of her nose between her thumb and forefinger and sighed, "I'm jealous," she muttered. "There. I said it. I'm a big old jealous baby and what the Hell am I supposed to do with that information?!"

Anne leaned forward and kissed Percival on the bridge of his nose, Lancelot's free hand balled into a fist, nails biting into her skin as the red haze crept over her vision. "What the Hell am I supposed to do with that information?!"

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