Title: Just a Dress...

Theme: #28 Wada Calcium ED3 (Pill)

Fandom: Nanatsu no Taizai/Seven Deadly Sins

Pairing: KingxDiane

Note: Are there spoilers in this one? Don't think so... You know what? Just always go in assuming there's spoilers.

Disclaimer: I don't own Nanatsu no Taizai. I don't need to own it either. King would be in trouble if I did.

Just a Dress:

She was finally alone. The rest of the sins and Elizabeth had headed into town with Hawk on their heels, leaving Diane to keep an eye on the Boar's Hat. She had fussed, though not nearly so much so, and waved them off with an obligatory pout. As soon as she could sense them far enough away she quickly undressesd, clutching in one of her sweating palms a round corked bottle. Glancing around for any sign of life she happily popped a special little item in her mouth and shut her eyes, waiting for the effects to come. Soon enough her perception altered as she rushed to the ground, the pressure of her limbs shortening and bones adjusting making her wince. In her mind though any sort of pain was worth it. Soon she was five feet and ten inches tall and happier than ever. Grasping at the clothes she had set aside in advance she giddily attired herself in stockings, undergarments, a slip, and a plush veridean gown with a specially made corset that clasped at the front. She had privately bought it in the city they had stopped in several days ago and one look and she knew she had to have it.

Rushing into the bar she headed straight for Elizabeth's shared room with the Captain. There was a tall floor length mirror there and Diane squealed with delight to see herself looking so human. The skirts ruffled over her bare feet, swishing to the side with every movement and gifting her with a grace she never imagined possible for her. Her violet eyes glowed with undiluted joy as they assessed her reflection at every angle, the curve of her waist in the delicate silk, the creamy exposure of her shoulders, the way the fabric gave her the impression of walking on air. She wasn't accustomed to such magnificence. All her clothes had been made by either herself, King, or Merlin. Her clothes had always been made of sturdy leathers, sewn to withstand the harsh outdoors. This gown was so fine. She imagined that no other Giant woman had ever been clothed in garments so delicate. She giggled at her reflection, miming a courtly curtsy, her imagination running wild as she found herself in a room as decorated as the throne hall in the Liones castle. Lords and ladies would be spinning around her, magnificent in their own gowns but not as exquisite as Diane. Meliodas would be waiting at the center of the room, alone and garbed in his own regal attire, reaching for her hand. Diane would float past everyone, her eyes only for the Captain, and she would reach out and-

"Ruff."

Diane shrieked and spun on the heel of her foot, tangling herself in her skirts and tumbling to the ground. A wet nose greeted her shortly followed by a long wet tongue gliding over her cheek. Scrunching her face in disgust the Deadly Sin of Envy leveled a piercing glare on the heavy-jawed, two-toned mug of the hell hound Oslo. His panting blew hot canine breath in her direction and Diane pushed herself off the ground hurriedly in an attempt to put distance between her and the dog's severe case of bad breath. Puffing out her cheeks Diane stood with a grumble, dusting off the fabric at her waist.

"Mou, Oslo! What are you doing here?"

His response came in the form of another bark coupled with the wagging of his short tail as he made himself at home on the floor of the room, his nose twitching. Diane glowered at the hound before inspecting her skirts, upset to see the small tear in the hem of her dress right where the lace had been stitched to the fabric.

She wasn't a skilled seamstress but Diane had experience from repairing her clothes over the years. It wouldn't be perfect and wouldn't look as flawless as it once had but at least she could save the design. She had expected snagging and so she wasn't completely disappointed, knowing that a woman like her could never be the sort of gentle-mannered, soft-spoken, well bred girl Elizabeth had been raised to be. She had her own insecurities about who she was but one thing she did value was her usefulness as a member of the Seven Deadly Sins. She liked that when she fought, it wasn't over useless squabbles or even a warped sense of duty. When she fought it was to protect people, for the good of a kingdom, because she was useful to someone like the Captain. So even if it meant she wouldn't be able to prance around in beautiful clothes at least she had purpose.

Still...at least sometimes... She could pretend...

Oslo perked his head to the side as he watched Diane giggle to herself, twirling, gazing at her reflection. She danced on feet that weren't quite used to slippers, heavy taps hitting the floor as she paraded around the room, a girl lost in her fantasies. The fairy hound wagged his tail, feeding off the excitement he felt from her before he yipped and trotted excitedly to her side. Diane smiled at him and held her hands out. "You want to dance too Oslo?" He barked in response, standing on his hind legs as she grasped his fore-paws. Diane giddily led Oslo in a circle around the room, chuckling at her own silliness. "You're a great partner Sir Oslo." She told him in a voice made to mock the noble's she had met years ago in Liones. "Wherever did you learn to dance so well?" The dog howled cheerfully in response, inciting another round of laughter from the girl.

They were having a grand time, Diane had even found a cap with a bright feather attached to the brim and placed it on top of Oslo's head, when she heard the door of the bar downstair's slam shut. She went completely still, realizing she had never closed the door to the bedroom all the way. A familiar grumbling carried up to them.

"Ugh. Ban and the Captain can have their fun. I'm not getting pulled into their antics today." Diane heard a squeaking yawn. "I wish Diane were here... I wonder where she went?"

Diane jumped as Oslo gave out a large answering bark. Hurriedly she shushed him, waving her arms frantically.

"Eh? Oslo?"

'N-not good!' Diane panicked, her hands clamping down on Oslo's muzzle. The canine whined. 'No! Now King will see~!'

The door opened the rest of the way suddenly and Diane screamed, dashing behind the wardrobe. She'd forgotten that King wouldn't make any footsteps since he always flew wherever he had to go. She hadn't expected him to find her so soon.

"D-Diane?!"

The Giant sighed, lips pouting slightly as she peeked around the wood. "King..."

The Grizzly Sin of Sloth blushed heavily, standing in the doorway, his hand suspended in mid-air as if he had tried to reach out to her. "Diane...what are you doing here? And what you're wearing..." She didn't think it possible for him to redden any more but he managed to burst completely in a flush of color. He clapped a hand to his nose quickly.

Diane stepped out, feeling more than a little bold. It was flattering to see someone have such an intense reaction to her. Meliodas never seemed to notice her the way she wanted and she had already begun to believe that it wouldn't matter if she bothered to show her dress off. He barely noticed her now, she wasn't sure she wanted to see him notice her just because she was wearing a pretty dress in her shrunken form.

Oslo ran forward, ecstatic to see his longtime friend. "O-Oslo...Where did you get that hat?" The Fairy King weakly asked, staring at the garish accessory for a moment before his widened gaze returned to the woman across the room. "Uhmm... Are you alright Diane?"

She puffed her cheeks, embarrassed to have been caught in a spell of silliness and to be seen while she was still dressed so differently. Shyly she grabbed some of her hair, using it to hide the lower portion of her face. "I was...just trying on this dress. It's...a gift for Elizabeth and I wanted to make sure it would look good before I gave it to her!" Never had she felt quite so awkward as she did then. Who was she really fooling? She didn't belong in clothes like this. She was thirty feet tall and the complete opposite of delicate. It was hard to accept herself as the large woman she was when she could just pop a pill and pass for a human. For the first time in her life she could wander through towns without people treating her like a monster. She loved the feeling of belonging, of being just another person. Even among the Giant's she had been considered odd for the way she thought, for being different. It hurt to have no one.

When she was six feet tall though...She could be someone that people weren't afraid to talk to.

"I-I see."

Diane shook her head, averting her eyes from King as she quickly responded, "A-anyways, the dress is fine! Elizabeth will look great in it! Now I need to change so you have to go!"

King nodded silently and turned around, gesturing to Oslo who cantered out, proudly displaying his new hat. The Fairy King was about to fly away when he stopped just outside the door.

"Hey...you know...Diane?"

"Ah, yes King?" She responded politely with only a touch of irritation. He flushed florid once again before he ducked his head and said in a small voice, "I think you're beautiful just the way you are." He shut the door behind him.

Diane blushed.

She ended up tossing the dress out. When she saw King again later she smiled at him and shyly asked if he would be willing to make her a new dress, a long one, to fit her large height. He agreed with much sputtering and enthusiasm. Diane thanked him and walked away, humming quietly as she imagined herself, all thirty feet of her, beautiful in a tiered gown, reaching out to a fairy dressed in a teal and yellow hooded vest, his face glowing as he landed on her hand.

Being six-feet tall didn't look quite so appealing anymore.

-OWARI-

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