So I really love The Seven Deadly Sins. It's a great series and I can't wait for season 2 to be made. That's why I wrote this story. It will be a story that has a heavy emphasis on relationships and learning when to fight.

If you've ever read Fairy Tail fanfiction, then you know about the common trope where Lucy gets pregnant with Natsu's child then leaves the guild due to misunderstanding or being kicked or something. She returns when the child's older and she and Natsu reunite and blah, blah, blah.

This is sort of similar. It's a modern AU where King spends a drunk night with Diane (he was the only one drunk) and gets her pregnant. Diane then sets out on her own, determined to raise her offspring by herself and not ruin King's life. This will feature many other couples, such as Ban and Elaine, Gowther and Guila, and Meliodas and Elizabeth.

Enjoy!

As she boarded the train, Diane rested a hand on her abdomen. She bit her lip as she remembered what had happened between her and King that night. He didn't seem to remember, but she did.

And now she was pregnant.

"I'm going to make a good life for us," she whispered to her belly. "I promise. We'll be happy."

King tried calling Diane for the three-dozenth time that morning. Still no answer. Her apartment had been empty when he'd stopped by, and he'd been trying to call her ever since.

"Still no answer?" Elaine asked worriedly.

"It's like she vanished!" King wailed, banging his head on the table. Ban came in, a letter in his hand.

"Hey, King!" he called. "Diane's landlady tried to give this to you, but you ran out before she could."

King grabbed the envelope and ripped it open. It was a letter from Diane.

Dear Everyone,

By the time you get this letter, I'll be gone.

It might come as a shock to you that I would leave without saying goodbye, but that's what this letter is for. Don't try to follow me. This was my choice. I've decided to make a fresh start somewhere else. Attached is a letter for each of you.

King rifled through the stack of papers until he came to his letter.

Dear King,

You are my best friend ever. I know that you're more shocked than anyone that I would just leave without a word. Knowing you, you probably called me a million times once you found my apartment empty. You can stop because I won't answer.

King, you are an amazing guy. You're funny, sweet, considerate, and a great friend. You'll find someone else to be your best friend.

The reason I left is to start a new life, and in order to do that, I need to leave my old one behind. That includes you and everyone else. I hate to do it, but I have to.

I'll never forget you!

Love,

Diane.

King's eyes filled with tears as he gripped Diane's letter. Her large, loopy handwriting, every "I" and "j" dotted with a little heart, was as familiar to him as his own.

"Diane…" he whimpered.

"Jeez, you're such a wimp," Ban groaned.

"Ban!" Elaine snapped. "Be nice!"

"Sorry, King. Elaine and I are gonna take you back to your place so you can have some privacy with the letter."

Elaine slapped him.

"She never said a word!" Elizabeth wailed. Meliodas rubbed his girlfriend's hair gently.

"Listen, we'll see Diane again someday," he soothed. "She just needs some time to realize how much she loves all of us!"

"You think so?"

"I know so."

As the days turned into weeks, the weeks became months, and the months became years, King never got over Diane's disappearance. He'd spend hours alone in his apartment, reading her letter, staring at her pictures, even pretending she was there! It made everyone else worry about him, that he was becoming crazy.

Even Helbram warned him against obsessing over Diane's departure.

King refused to listen. Eventually, he went somewhat back to normal. He thought about Diane constantly.

It had been four years since Diane had left, and King missed her as much as ever.

In those four years, most of their close friends had gotten married: Meliodas and Elizabeth, Ban and Elaine, and even Guila and Gowther. King wouldn't even consider being with anyone except Diane. She was the only one for him.

He wondered if they'd ever see her again, as he walked into the café he'd visited so often with Diane when she'd been around. She was addicted to coffee, and he was addicted to spending time with her. A perfect combination.

King looked up just as the girl getting her coffee in front of him turned around.

His heart leapt into his throat, sweat began beading on his skin, and the sounds of the crowded café became muffled.

Diane.

"King?"

She was as beautiful as he remembered, only… were her boobs bigger, and her hips wider?

Damn. Now he was thinking like Meliodas the pervert.

"Diane?" he whispered hoarsely, feeling like he'd swallowed sandpaper. "Is that really you?"

"It's me."

It took every ounce of his willpower not to kiss her right then and there. Instead, he struck up a conversation, determined to make Diane his girlfriend the right way.

"Diane, I've missed you so much!" he told her. "I called you over and over, and you didn't answer, and then we got your letters, and—"

"I forgot how rambly you get," she giggled. "I'm sorry I left so suddenly."

"It's fine! We've all really missed you! In fact, you and I can go and hang out with them at the Boar—"

"Listen, King," she sighed, cutting him off. "If your hoping things will go back to the way they were four years ago, they can't."

"Why not?"

"It's… complicated."

They'd been walking together and she hadn't even noticed they'd reached her new house.

"How complicated?"

"Well, to be honest, it's just that—"

"MOMMY!"

A pair of girls with reddish-brown hair came running out of the house and hugged Diane. One, who had her hair in a ponytail, looked at King with a glare.

"You were making Mommy upset!" she accused.

King's mouth was completely dry. He opened it to reply, but no sound came out. Diane crouched so that she was at eye level with the twins.

"Rose, Ivy, would you please go inside for a few minutes?" she asked.

"Okay, Mommy!"

The one who'd glared at King followed her sister inside.

Finally, King found his voice.

"Y-y-you're a mom?"

"Yes."

"Where's your husband?"

"I'm not married, and their father's not in the picture. They've never even met him."

"I'll kill whatever bastard got you pregnant and then ditched you!"

"King, it's fine."

"No, it's not fine! You're raising twin daughters by yourself! You need help!"

"Are you saying I've done a bad job?! You've barely met my kids!"

"Because you weren't here!"

Diane stared at the ground the way she always did when she was trying not to cry. King reached for her hand, but she slapped it away.

"I think you should go," she told King.

"Diane, I'm—"

"Please, just go."

King left, but sent one last look over his shoulder at the beautiful girl he'd loved for most of his life. She had clearly moved on.

Why couldn't he?

It had been over a month since Diane had returned to Leones, and King was miserable. She barely spoke to him, choosing to talk to anyone else. He watched her from afar, in a way that could be considered stalking.

The dreams didn't help.

In those dreams, he'd be with Diane in his house. She'd be naked, and so would he, kissing and groping each other desperately, as if their lives depended on it. He could see every inch of her body in the dreams. In his dreams, Diane was his, and only his. She wasn't a mother; she was just his. And perfect, too. There was only one problem.

It was just a dream. It felt so real to him, though, that he had briefly considered that he had slept with Diane once, before reminding himself that Diane was perfect and would never be his.

Besides, she had Rose and Ivy.

Despite being identical in appearance, the twins were almost complete polar opposites in personality. Rose was friendly, cheerful, energetic, and always excited to see him. Ivy, on the other hand, had a bit more of a temper and seemed to loathe King when he visited.

In other words…

His chances with Diane were fucked if he didn't change something soon.

And that wraps up chapter 1!

I thought it was quite nice! I dunno. What did you guys think?

Anyway, next time, we'll get some backstory to "the night it happened". You know, how exactly king got Diane preggers in the first place?

So long and thanks for all the fish!