So I used to have a FanFiction account and then life got in the way… But now I'm back as a new entity. LOL. I've just been getting into Seven Deadly Sins: it's so good! Meliodas and Elizabeth are my OTP.

That being said, I hope you guys will like this story; if the characters seem OOC, please forgive me! I thought it would be in my best interest to do an AU for now. It wasn't supposed to be a multi-chapter story, but I knew that it wouldn't work as a stand alone as I progressed with the writing.

Dear Future Husband

Chapter 1: Introductions

Dear Sir Meliodas,

I was always told that making the first move is the most difficult thing when initiating a friendship. I must say they are right. Though I must confess that it does not seem easier by writing and not in person. Please forgive me if I sound awkward. I never had the honour or pleasure of having a pen-pal before, nor have I had the opportunity to make very many friends. I was homeschooled after all. Even though I love my father, I always wondered what it would have been like to go to public school. At the same time, I am grateful to him for suggesting a pen-pal; it isn't hard to figure out that he still feels bad for leaving me somewhat isolated from other peers my age. Nevertheless, it is nice to meet you. I sincerely hope that we can be friends; nothing would make me happier.

I suppose I should tell you something less dreary about myself. I cannot indulge in where I live exactly, but my hometown is beautiful in the summertime, with the rolling hills (it reminds me quite a bit of porcupines for some reason) and enchanting skyline. Not that it isn't beautiful all year round, but I find that the scenery stands out more in the summer. It does help that the sunrise and sunset are worth seeing in person; and from where I live, the pink and red hues of the sun are not obscured by the trees.

You could say that I have an appreciation for the scenery around me and you would not be wrong.

My sisters make it clear that I tend to be overly romantic. As much as I would like to take it as a compliment, I am not immune to the sarcasm I sometimes hear from them.

Perhaps this is where I bid adieu for now? I look forward to reading your reply and getting to know you.

Regards,

Elizabeth

To be honest, as she quickly read over the contents of her letter, Elizabeth knew that she had taken more time to write it than she wanted. But she wanted it to be perfect. She wanted it to sound completely genuine. To someone that she probably had never met. And writing it to someone she never met – with the encouragement of her father who came up with this idea in the first place – was no easy task.

She was not the expert on social etiquette, although if you asked either Margaret or Veronica, this statement would hardly be proven factual. In all reality, it was just difficult trying to set up a connection with a stranger. If either of them knew that she had a pen pal, she would never hear the end of it. Or rather, Margaret would fawn over her – which Elizabeth didn't mind at all – and Veronica would probably lecture her on the importance of staying away from stranger danger. Elizabeth wasn't a kid anymore, and even though she loved both her sisters, she knew that she shouldn't tell them everything that was going on in her life.

Satisfied with that conclusion, Elizabeth just started to notice that her butt was starting to get sore from sitting on her desk chair – of which there was no soft cushion lined on it – for over half an hour. Was this really how she wanted to spend her Saturday?

Elizabeth pursed her slightly chapped lips thoughtfully, as she tapped her pencil against her piece of loose-leaf in a slow rhythm. She knew both of her sisters were busy, probably on a date with their respective boyfriends. Elizabeth certainly didn't want to get in the way of their happiness. What kind of sister would she be if she accompanied them?

If she had to choose between writing a letter and being a third-wheel, it didn't take her long to figure out which was less awkward to do. But just because Elizabeth was adamant on doing the former didn't mean it was a lot less awkward than the latter.

And she knew all about being awkward.

:3 :3 :3

One week passed by before Elizabeth even knew it, much to her surprise. She wasn't the kind of person who went out on the town she only spent her time relaxing, if it's just reading by her fireplace or knitting. Her older sister Veronica liked to tease her about that, saying that she would only turn into an old maid if she kept at it and it usually left Elizabeth blushing in embarrassment.

She was lucky that Margaret didn't share the same temperament. Whereas Veronica was more outspoken and tomboyish, Margaret didn't take any delight in teasing her younger sister. One would think that the oldest sibling in any family would take pride in teasing, but Margaret didn't. She was more of the mother hen though; ever since their mother passed away when Elizabeth was a toddler, Margaret took it upon herself to look after her sisters with all her heart. They always came first in her eyes.

If Margaret had any worries about how Elizabeth spent her time, she didn't show them.

But Margaret no doubt noticed Elizabeth's flush of her cheeks as she handed her a letter on Monday morning. "This just came in for you, Elizabeth." Judging from her current reaction, Margaret would have thought that maybe Elizabeth had a boyfriend; after all it was not uncommon for her to find love letters sent to their house every other week. However, none of them elicited so much of a reaction as much as this one did. As Elizabeth humbly grasps the letter in her hand, Margaret noticed her fingers trembling – which led Margaret to believe that her sister was anxious.

She smiled knowingly but decided not to say anything.

"Thank you," Elizabeth stifled a yawn, as she smiled brightly toward her sister in gratitude. She subtly hid her hands behind her back, as if she wanted to keep this a secret. Again, Margaret decided not to say anything to her; she knew how flustered her younger sister would be if she commented on it. If Veronica were here, however, she would be fawning over her. "How was your walk?"

"It was pleasant, although it is a little chilly outside," Margaret commented, as she gracefully tugged off her pink shawl and folded it. "I would suggest putting on a coat if you want to go anywhere today." Dressed in a long, flowing azure dress and a white cardigan, with her pin-straight lavender hair cascading down her back, Elizabeth would have figured that her sister's attire wasn't entirely appropriate for the weather. Still, she looked especially beautiful this morning, which made her wonder if she went to see her long-term boyfriend Gilthunder.

"I guess summer is almost over then," Elizabeth replied wistfully.

"Nothing ends until something begins. Something like that anyway."

"Is that what Sir Gilthunder told you?" It wasn't meant to be a snarky comment in the least, and Margaret was fully aware of that. It was worth it to see Margaret happy and in love, as a soft smile formed on her pink lips. If anyone deserved to have love, it was her.

"Maybe," she conceded, sighing.

"I'm sure he was also thinking of some other things…" Elizabeth drifted off. "Like marriage perhaps?"

"W-what?" It was Margaret's turn to blush and stutter.

"You guys have been dating for three years, you're spending more time with him at his place," Elizabeth explained, with no bitterness or envy laced in her tone of voice. "I'm surprised he hasn't asked you to move in with him."

"Well…" Elizabeth knew why she was hesitating; Margaret still felt responsible for her two younger sisters and there was no doubt that she would be immensely guilty for leaving them. Her selflessness was admirable, but Elizabeth didn't want to be the reason why she couldn't pursue something she loved.

"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to bring this up," Elizabeth apologized, biting her lower lip. This was how things were between them; she was just cautious enough to discuss a topic like this and if she thought she went overboard, she would do her best to leave things be.

"It's alright. I have been thinking about it a lot recently as well… I know he's the only one that I want to be with." Margaret paused. "I wish the same happiness for you too, Elizabeth." Margaret paused, but then released an amused chuckle. "Although you may want to fix your hair," Margaret pointed out, her eyes glazing up and down Elizabeth's figure; dressed in a wrinkled white night robe and silver hair which needed desperate brushing, it was clear that she had just gotten out of bed.

"I'm sorry. I must have slept in longer today," Elizabeth apologized, fixing her bangs to hover over her right eye.

"It's no big deal. I'll call you down when breakfast is ready." It was clear that Elizabeth desperately wanted to read her letter – which Margaret found cute. She knew she shouldn't be getting her hopes up though; as much as Margaret wanted her little sister to be happy, she wasn't going to meddle in her affairs.

"Thanks again," Elizabeth's luminescent smile grew wider, and she quickly turned around to run up the stairs gleefully.

:3 :3 :3

Her heart was racing, she realized, as she sat down on her soft bed with her letter in hand. Elizabeth knew that she was nervous – she did get a reply from her pen pal and it would be enough to make anyone nervous, right? Right.

With that thought in mind, she carefully opened the envelope and started reading.

Hey Elizabeth,

You can just call me Meliodas. You don't need to be formal with me. ;) It's not so fun to be uptight like that. You make yourself sound like a princess or something like that. Princess Elizabeth. I kinda like the sound of that. But it's nice to meet you too – even if it's through writing. I can be a very good friend if you like. I don't have that many friends either, but I've come to accept that.

So you've been homeschooled, huh? As far as I know, I don't know anyone who's been homeschooled. Not that I think it's a bad thing. You can probably do everything at your own pace, right?

I think I know what town you're talking about, but I don't want to make you think I'm creepy or anything like that. I have heard about how lovely the sunsets are, so maybe I'll have to come around at some point.

You probably shouldn't take what your sisters say as true. If you're passionate about something, you really shouldn't care about what others think about you.

I look forward to getting to know you too ;)

Meliodas

Elizabeth was certain of two things: first, her cheeks were sore from the massive smile that somehow appeared on her cheeks, and second, her heartbeat didn't slow one bit: in fact, it did the opposite. But Elizabeth decided it would be best to try to ignore it. She was prone to illness as a child, and even now she didn't want to risk getting sick at sixteen years old.

Elizabeth sighed, taking a deep breath. She may as well get ahead on writing a reply right now. Even if she did act like a little kid waking up to presents on Christmas.

Sir Meliodas,

It means a lot for you to reply to me so soon. Most people would find writing letters these days a little cliché, but it's nice to know that you don't mind at all. This whole pen pal idea is my father's, and I suspect that he was doing this because he was guilty that I never had many opportunities to make friends. I do have a favour to ask of you: please just call me Elizabeth; if we are going to be friends, we don't have to be formal with each other, right? I do, however, appreciate you wanting to be my friend. It seems we have something in common. I don't want to make you uncomfortable at all, but if you do need someone to talk to I'm always willing to listen.

Yes, I was homeschooled, and I graduated this past spring. It is true that I did get to work at my own pace, but my father kept a close eye on my studies just to make sure I wasn't falling behind. But he did this with my sisters too. I wouldn't trade my experiences for the world. Am I correct in assuming that you have graduated from public school?

Please don't talk about yourself like that, Sir Meliodas. I don't think you are creepy at all. You sound like a nice, considerate person (please believe me when I say I'm not attempting to patronize you). You are too sweet by saying those things; I'm almost in tears. I wish everyone is as pleasant and considerate as you are.

Yes, the sunsets are beautiful, and I would recommend seeing them for yourself. I used to watch them with someone a long, long time ago, but these days I can't bring myself to watch them with anyone else.

On another note, what are you passionate about? I still stand from what I said before: I would love to know you better!

Warm regards,

Elizabeth