Summary: So like, I died and somehow I end up in SDS 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.

Yes, I know that these types of stories are often seen as cliché but that is sort of the point. I've never done something like this before and wanted to give it a shot.

This chapter is a tester, cause I don't know what sort of response I'll receive, which will depend on if I continue. I wanna know if its gonna be read and if so, I'd love to continue.

Romance in this story isn't the main focus point, it takes a bit of a back step for my OC's development but it is 'discussed' (more like mental pondering from her) as the story will progress.

Changelog:

27/5/2020—minor corrections.

22/7/2020—more details added, more corrections.

Prologue: Rebirth

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So like, I died.

I actually, legit died.

I remember casually walking down the street, crossing the road while it was green for me and someone shouting something along the lines of "Look out!" and I turned to see a lorry driving faster than the speed limit straight for me.

My mind completely blanked. In one of the worst moments in life, my mind chose that second to completely stop functioning correctly and it left me frozen, staring wide-eyed at the lorry. Then unbearable pain floods my entire being, down to my every nerve.

I don't really remember much of the actual hit—I'm guessing trauma and stuff like that. I dunno, I'm not some genius—just average intelligence. I wasn't the smartest or the dumbest person, just… average. I lived a normal life, I came from a fairly well-endowed family, went to school like a normal kid and got average grades then decided to take a college course in Fine Art. I'd always loved art and how expressive it could be.

But I'm going off on a bit of a tangent.

What I'm trying to get at is reincarnation—I never really believed in it. I was, am, Atheist. I didn't believe in Hell or Heaven. I just accept that folklore and religion was for people that wanted, needed something to believe in. Not that there was anything wrong with that. My grandparents on my mum's side were, are Christian and I'd never judge anyone for it—I wasn't that type of person.

But the idea of rebirth, or that there was something after death—I just didn't believe it, either because it didn't sound real or it was a bit of a scary thought because no one is that straightforward with their morals and what is considered right or wrong.

So as I wonder what happens next, I hear screaming—possibly because of my death but then I come to the realisation that I was dead. As in no longer breathing, so I, therefore, shouldn't be able to hear anything.

It was… raining? I felt the drizzling of water against my face—my baby face mind you. I was wrapped up in a blanket, held against a chest—a guy's chest, it was flat, and he was walking. I could hear the murmuring of his voice, but it was quiet. Distorted.

Oh my god, babies had limited hearing and eyesight for a while after being born, didn't they? Shit, how'd I forgotten that?

Never mind, I'm more curious about why it was quiet—if he was in a street or something, there'd be more background noise I'd be able to pick up, even as a baby. So that must mean we were alone? A single dad maybe? That would be interesting.

I allow my thoughts to slow and stop as I tried to instead focus on what was happening around me. I know the rain had stopped now, maybe he was walking away from it?

There was a 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, possibly 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 my new dad? Brother? Some sort of family or family friend? I don't care, I just wanna comfort him.

I manage to force my lids open, I see a blob of yellow. A sunflower-yellow colour, maybe hair? It was quite a pretty colour, I like it. It actually reminded me of a fictional character from an anime I'd seen recently. His name was Meliodas, originally from a manga called Seven Deadly Sins—or rather Nanatsu no Taizai, since it originated from Japan.

I blink at up him, squirming, then piercing green eyes are peering down at me. I couldn't make out any facial details other than he was light-skinned and possible a late teen.

A brother?

The eyes soften, then they move, focusing on someone else.

I blink 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.

Being a baby with the brain of a teenager sucked. A fuck tone.

Half the bloody time I couldn't tell how much time passed, nor could I see anything other than blobs of colour and not to mention falling asleep constantly.

But it was just the way babies were I guess, it wasn't something I had control over.

It was kinda humiliating to be cleaned and changed, though. I just want to get it out of the way, so I can forget it ever happened. Normally a baby wouldn't even remember this but I'm not exactly a normal baby, god-fucking-damnit.

Though the situation made me all the more curious about where I was or rather when I was. Those around me spoke English, there were several people that tended to be around me constantly. Melly (I'd named the blonde-haired guy after Meliodas) was one of them, seeming to always just be there. I liked him, really like 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?

Over the course of my stay where ever it was we'd gone, my hearing had slowly been improving, I'd 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'd managed to piece that together.

Ironic is it not? That my name was the same as another fictional character from SDS, as I'd taken it to calling it.

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 weren't a phrased used.

Shit—have I become a fucking cliché?

Please let me be mishearing shit.

Then finally, within a day of coming to this fucking conclusion, I finally hear 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'd 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 design back in my world did him no justice. While he still looked the same, the art just never was able to 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 greeted the nurses and wandered to me, where I reached up and made grabby gestures. Something I'd come to do because again, Melly was a bloody 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 come 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'd 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 wrapped 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'd do often. He liked to walk me around the gardens, let me explore outside the room I'd 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 (why the fuck did I squeal?) and reached out for the white flower, my fat 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 ooph-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, honest to god, 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 like 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. She'd 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'd 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, Margret was two years old while Vernonia was nearing one. That will change in a few years, mark my words. I always loved those two women. Margaret would take after her mother with her sweat 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 to where she worried unnecessarily too.

"Hey, where'd your mind go, little one." Melly gently nudged my side and I blinked, realising I'd 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 to my forehead.

"Mmmah." I tried. Oh my god, who knew trying to speak would be so god damn 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 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, fucking teething hurts like a bitch. When I'm not trying to speak, I spend most of my time chewing to help ease the bloody 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, but I had met Hendrickson and Dreyfus (who I'm not sure is possessed yet, I'm not good with the timeline of SDS) 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.

Dad comically fell to the ground and it got laughter from the others as Meliodas grinned, swiping me from my mum's grip 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 dad, who'd gotten to his feet. "My baby girl!" He cried. "Such betrayal!"

More laughter ensued.

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 reached my jaw again and took on my familiar wild like style because of the choppiness.

I already had blue eyes similar to hers 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 then his fictional counterpart.

I'd always found it weird to see Elizabeth stood next to Melly in the show.

My first birthday was coming around soon too, that was a moot point because I'd finally completely mastered walking and speaking more words. Thank fuck.

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 the palace (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'd become? Not much was revealed about Elizabeth's childhood other then Meliodas had been a part of it until Zaratras was killed the Sins were framed for his murder. But Elizabeth had been portrayed as being quite close to him, so perhaps my feelings are logical?

I pottered about the garden, Melly 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 to my forehead.

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

I gave a sigh, closing my eyes as I lean 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 chest suddenly hurt.

I… I had tried my damn hardest not to think about the life I'd left behind since my arrival because I knew if I did, I would make myself depressed. My dad, the guy that loved to try and get you to laugh. His jokes or actions sometimes working 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.