Summary: So like, I died and somehow I ended up in Seven Deadly Sins universe as Elizabeth. Ya know, the reincarnation of someone who's also a reincarnation. Whelp, if so I'm gonna do my darn best to actually be of help if this isn't all just a comatose dream. OC!Elizabeth.

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Prologue:

Rebirth

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So, like, I died.

I legit died.

The day is so clear to me—I had been making my return journey from a long day at college, having just left the train station and crossing the road while the light was green and then someone was shouting something along the lines of "Look out!" and I had looked to see a lorry driving straight for me with no intention to stop.

My mind completely blanked.

In one of the most important moments in my life—one of the worse—and my brain stopped dead, leaving me frozen, staring wide-eyed at the lorry.

Then the feeling like something inside me bursts open.

That was the last thing I could remember—that feeling, the feeling like I was some sort of doughnut that had been thrown at a wall and all the filling had splat out at contact.

(I'll never be able to look at a doughnut the same way again.)

But that was it—dead. I was dead and it was all over.

Yet I fell and fell and fell and fell—like some unending death slide my brother and I used to dare each other to drop down as children. But then, it had only brought exhilaration, this brought a sense of calm. Peace. A cocoon of warmth.

It felt like I was falling through layers and layers of clouds and feathers, tickling my nonexciting (?) cheeks as I did.

A sense of fulfilment encompassed me, despite how much I know I never did anything of actual worth. I was good but made mistakes. Had never done anything of real value in my sixteen years. So why? Why did I feel a sense of completion? I was dead. It was over.

So why, I realise, was I not—gone? Was this what happened after death? Was heaven or hell real? Purgatory?

Then, a piercing light shone from above and I fell into a net of sorts. It caught me gently and slowly, dozens of disfigured hands reached out from the void around me.

I think I should be scared—terrified at what was happening, but why? Feeling something like that felt wrong.

Those strange paper-white void hands cupped me and began to lift me up and up and up and—

—reincarnation is a real thing.

Reincarnation was a literal thing.

Compared to before, that sense of calmness was wavering the higher I got and—was it something everyone got? Only a handful? How does one get chosen for reincarnation? I certainly hadn't done anything special to deserve it.

It wasn't something I had believed in, being Atheist—was an Atheist? But the point was, I didn't believe in Hell or Heaven—just when one dies, they're dead. Done and over with. That souls weren't real.

Not that there was anything wrong with anyone believing it; people can believe what they want, believe whatever brings them comfort. My grandparents on my mum's side were (are?) Christian and I'd never judge anyone for it—I just wasn't that type of person.

But the idea of rebirth, or that there was something after death—I just didn't believe it like, it was outlandish, but doesn't that sum up rebirth?

So, as I wonder what and where I will go, and why I can remember my past life if I really was being reincarnated—maybe the memories will fade once born?—I hear screaming, crackling fire, the sound of buildings collapsing.

Maybe not.

Then it hit me all at once, a tidal wave of horrible feelings. Terror. An icy fear and it made me wail—was I going to die again? Just after I had been reborn? I don't want to die, not again.

For a long time, as I'm soothed by a woman, my mother no doubt, who hummed and rocked even as she sniffled and tried not to weep in the same terror I felt, we're forced to listen to the distorted sounds of crying and screaming.

But everything was loud and near deafening, even if fuzzy in my baby ears.

Then, things began to quiet down, the sounds of fire fading away, the pattering of rain replacing it and the woman began to crawl her way out of where she had held us up. She's whimpering and crying softly in attempts to stifle her sounds of pain.

I don't need clear sight and hearing to know she's badly injured.

Please don't die. Not just because I'm a baby who'll be by herself, but because this woman was my mother. I haven't gotten the chance to know her yet—what was her name? What was she like? Married? Divorced? Widow? Single mother? All sorts of things I want to learn and—

Her voice holds a pled, "Please, take her!"

At least, that is what I think she says.

But she must have been discovered by someone.

That someone approaches.

"El—eth." She holds me out. "—name—eth."

Gentle hands take me from my mother and they—he—holds me close. "—keep—afe."

A soft finger strokes my cheek, and I force my crusty lids open to gaze up at the man who had saved me—I see yellow, a colour that reminds me of the sun; a sunflower yellow. The amount must mean hair. His hair was a bright blonde. How pretty. I see green, a shade just off of emerald.

I blink, trying to clear my vision, even if I know it was useless. I just want to see who it was that saved me.

He takes a moment to inspect me, unwrapping me to seemingly search for any injuries and he lets out a heavy sigh in relief when he finds none and bundles me up again. I get another soft stroke across the cheek before he turns and walks.

I let my heavy lids slide close, his movements a gentle lull, and silently mourn my mother. We walk for a while. The rain stops, the smoke that tickled my nose fades, and I can smell freshly wet grass.

Then there's noise—an animal-like noise, maybe a horse? It sounded like a neigh. Then clanking and the man holding me slowed to a stop. It let me finally realise he was shaking. His heartbeat felt off, faster. Was he nervous? Scared? Upset?

There was more murmuring, voices then—

The one carrying me shouted. It startled me, and my lids fluttered in response; he moved, seeming to swing his arm out at someone, possibility to shove their arm away from us.

He was stressed, running on impulse—what happened to you and how can I help? I wanna help, dude. Dad? Is he going to be my new dad? Brother? Some sort of family or family friend? I don't care, I just wanna comfort him.

I blinked up at him, squirming, and then those piercing green eyes are peering down at me in worry. The eyes soften, and then they move, focusing on someone else.

I blinked again this time sluggishly, wanting to fight the tired sensation but gave in. Damnit, being a baby is harder than it looks. All they do is sleep all the time.

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The thing about being a baby with the brain of a teenager is: it sucked. A fuck ton. As in zero outta ten, would not recommend.

While it was true I slept a lot of the time—as most babies do—it took a long, long time for my eyesight to begin to grow clearer so that I could start distinguishing shapes and people better. It took just as long for my motor skills to improve enough to do anything but lay around.

It was humiliating to be fed and changed, and suppressing it becomes easier the longer it goes on—I'm pretty sure I just dissociate during the entire thing. It's that mortifying.

However the situation made me all the more curious about where I was or rather when I was. Those around me spoke English, and those were several people who tended to be around me constantly. Melly (I'd named the blonde-haired guy after Meliodas, a character from a favourite manga/anime back in my previous life) was one of them, seeming too always just be there. I liked him, really liked him. He was such a soothing presence for some reason. Something in me just liked him there despite not knowing anything about who he was.

Is that something all babies go through?

Is this just me latching onto the first thing I deemed as safe?

Over the course of my stay wherever it was we had gone, my hearing had slowly been improving, and I had learned Melly's name actually started with 'Mel' too. Damn, hearing wasn't all that great yet and I still missed pieces, often sounding jumbled together.

Oh, my name was Elizabeth too. I had managed to piece that together.

Ironic is it not? That my name was also an another fictional character from that same anime I'd used to name Melly?

I liked to listen to the maids as they chattered to each other, talking about things that happened and from that I managed to gather I've been born into a distant past of when there were still kingdoms and when Britain still went by Britannia.

Shit man.

There were talks of Knights, Holy Knights—and I think I'm missing something or the person that's in charge of reincarnation wants to have a laugh.

I'm not knowledgeable on history, I didn't take it as a flipping GCSE, but I know for a fact that Holy Knights were not a phrase used.

Shit—have I become a fucking cliché? Was I Isekai-ed?

Please let me be mishearing shit.

Then finally, within a day of coming to this fucking conclusion, I finally heard all of Melly's name.

Meliodas

As Abridged Meliodas said: "Fuck me mother's arse."

This had to be a joke because honestly, I don't know how to react. Besides the fact that I actually get to meet the adorable dwarf? This hit home at just what sort of situation I had found myself in.

I really am a fucking cliché, and that makes me Elizabeth. Fuck. There was so much for me to process and—

The door to my nursery creaked open quietly and my gaze turned to Meliodas, whose drawings and designs back in my world did him no justice. While he looked like his drawings come to life, his art could never properly portray just how handsomely adorable he was.

He looked taller too. I think in 'canon' he was 5'0" but looked more around 5'2" when comparing him to the nurses that were already in the room. He was just a bit below average.

He greeted the nurses and wandered to me, where I reached up and made grabby gestures. Something I had come to do because, again, to reiterate, Melly was a soothing presence to me and I guess I know the reason now, right?

Cause I'm Elizabeth, a reincarnation of the Goddess Elizabeth, who was cursed for loving a demon.

Fuck, poor Meliodas, he had to see her—me?—die over and over again.

And I just came to another fucking realisation, I hadn't seen past the end of season two of the anime and had never even seen the manga. I mean I had browsed the wiki because I couldn't help it, but I have no idea what happens after Melly comes back from the dead and kills Fraudrin.

Fuuuuuuck.

Meliodas chuckled and reached down, seemingly unable to deny my request and I gave a gummy smile as he settled me against his chest. My short and chubby arms reached up to wrap around his shoulders (or at least I try to do that) and clutched at his shirt as I buried my face into his neck.

Again, I reinstate that I love his presence. He's like such a teddy bear to cuddle with.

He wanders from my nursery, something he would do often. He liked to walk me around the gardens, and let me explore outside the room I would often spend most of my day in—it was boring and being a teenager in the body of a baby didn't help one single bit.

Eventually, we reached our destination and Meliodas sat down in the garden, setting me down in between his legs. He plucked a daisy and held it in front of me and I squealed to play along, reaching out for the white flower, my chubby fingers taking it from him. He chuckled, resting his chin on top of my head.

"So adorable," he murmured, and I slumped back against his chest. His chin dipped from the sudden lack of support. He oof-ed and I giggled.

He gave a dramatic gasp as I peered up at him with another gummy smile. "Playful little one, aren't ya?" He poked my sides and—oh my fucking god, don't do that!

I squeaked and squirmed, but he just grinned and continued doing it, getting more laughter from me.

Damn me and not being able to speak yet! As soon as I do, I'm gonna make sure he knows every time he tries to tickle me not to do so, then I'll runway—more like crawl, depending on how fast I can learn to get my legs working properly.

I bat at his hands to try and get him to stop and by the time he does, I'm breathless and wheezing as I slumped against him, overcome with tiredness.

"Aw, did I tire you out, Elizabeth?" He hummed playfully.

I gurgled in response. So, I'm probs like three months old now, gotta start working on talking. If I can remember babies start really making progress at around six months. I'm gonna make Meliodas my first fucking word because he bloody deserves it, or well at least Melly, since that's my nickname for him.

Screw Dad or Mum.

Which would be King Bartra and Queen Caroline. The latter of which will die within the next few years—fuck, poor woman. The realisation makes my stomach sink. She had made herself quite the presence in my life when Melly wasn't around, and she was a real sweet woman. It was even her idea to adopt me before Bartra had made mention of his vision.

I had met both Margret and Veronica a few times too, but since I wasn't really old enough to be able to play with them yet, they didn't spend much time with me. Currently, Margaret is six years old, while Vernonia is nearing two. That will change in a few years, mark my words. I'll be the annoying younger sister if I have to be. I always loved those two women. Margaret would take after Mother with her sweet and gentle personality and Veronica was feisty and strong-willed.

Talking about being feisty, I wanna learn sword fighting. If I'm gonna be travelling with Melly, I don't want to be a hindrance like I (unfortunately) saw Elizabeth at times. I didn't hate her; I just got a little annoyed at how she was so naïve and couldn't fight with a sword or anything. She got worried when Ban and Melly had been fighting in that tournament when she should have known Ban wasn't going to seriously harm the demon. There were other occasions where she worried unnecessarily too.

"Hey, where'd your mind go, little one." Melly gently nudged my side and I blinked, realising I had been going off on a mental tangent. Whoops.

I made a sound, hoping to get him to forget that. Can't have him suspecting anything, though I doubt it would come to that.

It seemed to work as Melly smiled, dropping a kiss on my forehead.

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"Mmmah," I tried. Oh my stars, who knew trying to speak would be so goddamn hard. I've been working on trying to say at least Melly, but every damn time, I can't get it on point.

The maids are getting on my nerves with their stupid happy-go-lucky cheeriness at my attempts to speak and crawl. Thankfully, my crawling attempts are a hell of a lot better than my speech.

Also, teething hurts like a bitch. When I'm not trying to speak, I spend most of my time chewing to help ease the pain.

Anyway, during the last month, the Seven Deadly Sins had been formed. I'd sadly not had the chance to meet any of them yet being so young and all, but I had met Hendrickson and Dreyfus (who I'm not sure is possessed yet, I'm not good with the timeline pre-plot) as well as Zaratras. God was that man funny.

It was here I finally fucking got it and the reaction from everyone in the room was hilarious.

As soon as Melly had entered the room that we, as in mum, dad, Hendrickson, Dreyfus, Zaratra and me, I turned towards him, arms raised and said "Melly!" clear as day.

Father comically into his chair, and it got laughter from the others as Meliodas grinned, swiping me from my Mother's arms to hold me.

"So adorable aren't ya, Elizabeth!" He nuzzled his nose with mine and I grinned with a giggle. "I guess we all know who she likes the best now, don't we?"

The last part was humorously aimed at Father, who clutched his chest. "My baby girl!" He cries out. "Such betrayal!"

More laughter ensued.

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So I've discovered my hair was no longer brown but rather it had turned a silvery blonde—almost white in fact—as Elizabeth's had been, so it cemented the idea that I'd become her in more than just placement. My hair fell past my ears—my hair always felt like it grew fast, and this definitely felt long for someone of my current physical age—and took on my familiar wild style that refused to be tamed no matter how hard my governess, Alice, tried to do just that.

I already had blue eyes similar to Elizabeth's beforehand, so I wouldn't be so disappointed if they had changed slightly. On top of that, I disliked Elizabeth's fringe, but I knew she had it like that to hide her eye, so I'll have to figure something out. Maybe an eye patch.

I'll be like Ciel from Kuroshituji. Hell yeah!

Another thought that popped into mind while pondering on my appearance was that Elizabeth was 5"4', so if I was going to be Elizabeth's height, there wouldn't be such a difference between Melly and me, considering Melly was taller in this world than his fictional counterpart.

I'd always found it weird to see Elizabeth standing next to Melly in the show. Although, heights were always exaggerated in fiction—Meliodas had been drawn a tad bit (understatement of the century) too short than what his supposed height was.

Besides that, my first birthday was coming around soon too, but that wasn't as important presently because I'd finally somewhat mastered walking (as well as a nearly one-year-old can) and speaking more words, but in baby speak obviously, and I never realised how hard simple words are. Thank the stars.

Now that I could actually speak, I could communicate with Melly better. I loved it. Unfortunately, he was working as the leader of the Seven Deadly Sins, so he now spends time away from Liones (damn, I missed him a lot) but it also meant I could spend time with others, Veronica and Margret being two of them.

Eventually, Gilthunder, Howzer and Griamore came into the picture. The three were about five years older than me but I enjoyed their presence to help stave off my loneliness without Melly.

Oh my god, I just realised how much I enjoy being around Melly. Is it because of who I have become? Not much was revealed about Elizabeth's childhood other than Meliodas had been a part of it until Zaratras was killed and the Sins were framed for his murder. But Elizabeth had been portrayed as being quite close to him, so perhaps my feelings are logical?

Was it a coping mechanism?

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I pottered about the garden and Melly was sat on the grass several feet behind me watching. The flowers in the gardens had finally bloomed and they were really pretty looking. Smiling, I plucked some that were pleasing to the eye to give to my Melly.

I trotted back over to him, and he shifted to allow me to perch in his lap. I held the flowers up. "For you!"

He smiled. "For me?" I nodded and Melly took them from my waiting hands. "They're very pretty, thank you, Beth."

I let out a laugh, grinning as I snuggled into his chest. One arm came to wrap around me, and he placed a kiss on my forehead.

Right, yeah, I had managed to get quite a few people to call me Beth instead of my full name—though Veronica rebelled and went for Ellie as she had done in the show. The reason behind Beth was that my former name had been Bethany, and thankfully, both names have 'Beth' in them because I'd always liked it as a nickname. Luka had given it to me.

I gave a deep sigh, closing my eyes as I leaned into Melly. My older brother by two years had been my best friend and the person I loved to annoy the most, although it worked both ways with that. We had that typical playful relationship between us.

My stomach churned.

I've tried my damn hardest not to spend much time thinking about my old family. And fuck, that felt so wrong to say but it was true. I didn't want to drag myself down with the impossible—I could never see them again and I had accepted it but, it hurt.

My dad, the guy that loved to try and get you to laugh. His jokes or actions sometimes worked while others weren't as successful. My mum was an easy-going woman, and our entire family was just—

I left out another breath and hid my face in Melly's chest.

Damnit.