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[chikorina-dmr]

Well... I took part to the Secret Santa of the Creator Anonymous server on Discord. So here's the gift I did for @emo-hedgehog-zeldris.

Merry Christmas kiddos 🎄 🎅

[leightheowl]

Fandom: The Seven Deadly Sins Pairing: Meliodas x Elizabeth A/N: Merry Christmas to @princessfroslass! I am your secret santa! You are such a lovely part of this community. I truly adore all of your art and the commentaries and analysis that you share. Thank you so much for all you do. I hope you enjoy this little Melizabeth fic. 

It has all led up to this. Meliodas braces himself beside Elizabeth, hearing the sharp snap of her wings as they stand on the charred battlefield. Countless demons and goddesses lay scattered around them. Familiar faces, friends even, that fought blindly at the behest of their sovereigns. Believing lies of evil plots and intentions to destroy both races. It isn’t their fault, they shouldn’t have died.

And now, before them are the two behind all the carnage. The Demon King looms, a foreboding mountain, all shadow and simmering rage. The Supreme Deity hovers not far off, her blinding face even brighter in its fury, her multitude of wings quivering. The two beings who have warred for millennia temporarily calling a truce if only to punish the two who have dared to undermine their authority, dared to suggest that endless war and violence isn’t needed, that goddesses and demons need not be the mortal enemies they’ve been taught to be for the entirety of their existences. It seems so simple now, Meliodas should have seen it sooner. What better way to control your people than to give them an enemy to rally against? Strange it took them so long to notice the pattern. A few centuries of relative peace and then, without explanation, another incident to set off the war, with neither side having true reason to feud. And thus, all attention was on the conflict again. It worked so perfectly for both races that the threat of ending such a manipulation had been the final straw.

So he and Elizabeth’s fates are sealed.

But, maybe, just maybe it will make a difference. Maybe seeing parents killing their own children will make others question. Maybe it won’t.

But if they have to die, at least they will die together.

He looks to her, sees her golden-orange eyes shining, a grim and accepting smile on her perfect face. Even in this moment, doused in blood and covered in battle scars, she’s so breathtakingly beautiful.

There’s a flash of blinding light, a swirl of consuming darkness. The end is coming, he knows. Yet, all he can think of is how grateful he is that, for no matter how short a time, he got to know her.

“Elizabeth!” he calls, for the power building around them shrieks and howls. “I love you!”

All the hardness of battle dissolves from her features, leaving behind a blazing passion that is somehow even more fierce. “I love you, too, Meliodas. And I want you to know, I have no regrets.”

An explosion of energy, unbearable pain, and a final second to act. He reaches the same time she does, fighting to the very end every force that endeavors to separate them. When they fall, bodies bloodied and broken beyond repair, their fingers are tangled, holding fast.

Together, even in death.

Or they should have been.

Instead, days later he awakens. A painful breath fills his lungs, making him bolt upright with a startled gasp. Bewildered, he takes in his miraculously whole body, not even a trace of a wound on him. A disbelieving laugh begins to bubble up as he looks about for her hopefully. Somehow, somehow they survived. Perhaps allies coming to aid them, one of their parents having mercy, frankly he can’t care less. “Elizabeth, we made it! We–!”

The words shatter when his eyes find her. And then he can’t breathe, can’t think.

Elizabeth’s eyes are wide, her face turned toward him. But there is no brightness to her gaze, no relief, or happiness. There’s nothing at all. Those beautiful eyes he adores so much are empty, lifeless.

His breath trembles, head shakes as he scrambles to her side. Touches her cheeks, her lips, her chest and finds no warmth, no breath, no heartbeat.

Nothing.

“No… no! NO!” Meliodas takes her into his arms, cradles her body against him as if to protect her.

But, of course, he’s far too late for that.

Centuries later, he’s watched her die over and over and over again. Somehow the pain never becomes easier, never lessens. There is no way to get used to losing her, to knowing it’s his fault. And yet, he’d rather suffer the pain a thousand times and a thousand times again than ever know life without her.

This Elizabeth, the ninety-eighth one, takes his hand, her eyes both bright with the goddess symbol. The time is short. They both know it.

He leans in, kisses her hard, desperate. “Elizabeth,” he gasps when he breaks away, “I will find a way to break this curse. I swear. I should have already broken it. I should have–.”

“Stop.” Elizabeth’s free hand grasps his chin, lifts his face to hers. “We knew this wouldn’t be easy. And you’re doing everything you can.” She leans in, presses her lips to his so adamantly, it leaves him clinging to her, fingers fisting in the fabric of her dress.

When she pulls back, her eyes won’t allow him to look away. “And Meliodas,” she says seriously. “Even if I should die tomorrow. Even if I die in the next life and the next–,” a slight smile appears, “I still have no regrets.”

[deaderthandeath-deactivated2021]

Merry Christmas @smolmeliroll ❤

[creators-anonymous]

Twitter’s @beccichuu wrote this fic as part of the server secret Santa exchange! If you have a Twitter account give her a follow. She’s an amazing author and her cosplays are absolutely incredible.

Sorrow & Happiness, a seven deadly sins/七つの大罪 fanfic | FanFiction

[moonstomars]

Merry Christmas @maybeishouldwait! I’m your secret Santa! I’ve tried to write some (kind of) Geldris, I hope you like it! 

The wind is a cold touch on Zeldris’ skin, and the dark, large clouds surround him and hide the night sky from his sight. It’s not snowing, not yet, but he can almost feel an upcoming blizzard in the moist wintery air. He will have to fly through the snow on the way back and this -  this is so irritating. His jaw sets as he keeps his eyes fixed on the ground, where the Vampires’ castle rises, a massive and crooked structure standing out among the smaller yet twisted houses. The Vampire Clan is not nearly as numerous as the Demon one, and their city looks more like a hamlet, a bunch of disorganized houses gathered around the palace, the streets twisted in a useless tangle. Zeldris purses his lips as he flies over it, feeling almost nauseated - the geometry feels wrong and the fact he can see the people moving on the roads, like tiny, busy insects, makes it even worse. Briefly, he wonders if Vampires celebrate the end of the year as the other Clans do, but this, he decides as he moves once again his eyes on the castle, doesn’t really matter. It will not change the reason he has been sent here, late at night, with a snowstorm coming. The thought makes the rage in his chest burst again, and climb up in his throat like burning acid. He wasn’t supposed to come here, this night. He was supposed to be home, to train with the other Commandments, to discuss their strategies with his brother, to make himself useful. And yet, here he is.

Apparently, the Vampire Clan is retreating and its members gathering in their city, as they are trying to isolate themselves from the rest of the Realm, as they are not supposed to be getting ready for the upcoming war - because there will be a war, Zeldris knows it will, this deadlock with the Goddess Clan is fragile as lime, crumbling under the tension between the Clans. The Vampires took an oath of obedience to the Demon King, in return for his mercy and protection; if - when the war comes, they will join the Demon army. They have no other choice if they don’t want to be annihilated. Yet, there are voices, voices about how king Izraf has become careful, how he is trying to keep his Clan away from the tensions - how he seems just a bit too interested in the alliance the other Clans are forming. The fool didn’t go too far, not yet, the Demon King would have known if he had. Still, this can’t pass unpunished. That’s what the king told him maybe an hour ago, after summoning him to his presence. “Go,” his father’s voice echoes in Zeldris’ head, a thunderclap that shook the dark stones of the throne room, “go, and show Izraf why he swore allegiance to me. Go, and show him that even the weakest of my sons could destroy him and his entire army by himself.”

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[kitsu-rei]

Secret Santa gift for @jacklynnfrost ! Hope you like it and Merry Christmas!! :3

[nerroart]

Secret Santa gift for @yuleira <3

Merry Christmas <3

[okamideimos]

Merry Christmas everyone! And specially @vitsuie , I'm your secret Santa this year >:3 And what better that two cuties enjoying Christmas? :3

I hope you like, and thanks for everything, have a sweet and happy holidays! 💕♥️

Deimos

[the-curious-lady-blog]

Ohohoho Merry Christmas @okamideimos from your Nica (secret ) Santa!!! 🌟 🌟 🌟

King Arthur in the cold, searching for you, wanting to give you all the blessings for this Christmas and the new year! Arthur Santa is here for you! 💕

Thank you to all the people of the @creators-anonymous! I wish you all a Merry Christmas! 💗💗💗

[leonhardtmills]

This is my work for the @creators-anonymous server santa 2019 event ^^

Becci, this gift is for you, we haven't known each other for long but thanks to @yuleira I was able to figure out a gift (I hope) you might like 💕 Merry Christmas! 🎄💙

[natt-the-kitty-cat]

Secret Santa gift for @the-curious-lady-blog ❤️

I hope you like it, and Merry Christmas❤️🌲🎁

[galfridus1-fics]

Happy Christmas Leigh!!

Hi Leigh! Merry Christmas! I got you in the secret Santa. Hope you like this @leighthepeach! It’s been wonderful getting to know you this year. You are such a kind, thoughtful person and I love your next gen OCs. Have a wonderful break - you really deserve it! You must have been run off your feet these last few weeks.

He woke with a start, his pulse racing and sweat beading on his forehead. Shaking his head slightly, Ban pulled himself into a sitting position, carding his fingers through his hair and taking deep cleansing gulps of the soft summer air. Everything was still. There was not even the rustle of leaves or the buzz of insects searching for food. All he could hear were gentle sighs, just about distinguishable if he concentrated really hard, made by the girl who slept a few paces from him, her body curled up near the shore of the lake. Her white dress gleamed, strands of her hair catching the pale silver moonlight that pooled down like quicksilver to cover the landscape with an eerie shine.

He looked at her, drinking in every inch of her form, and he felt as if his heart would break.

Six days he had been here in the fairies’ forest and he had done nothing. Nothing but tease and laugh and joke and talk and talk and talk about ale. And she had listened, her golden eyes wide, as if he was somehow worthy of her interest. Ban knew, of course, that it was a mistake. Elaine obviously had no idea about humans. She spent too much of her time blasting them off an impossibly high cliff to protect the fountain from would-be thieves. She had no idea how lowly he was, how he was totally and utterly beneath her notice.

And so he had grinned at her, pushing his feelings down and away. Like he always did. Ever since he was a child. He had learned to switch off, to make himself go numb, to focus on something small, be it the next meal or even how he was going to take his next breath. That way he did not have to think about what was happening around him. It was how he had survived all those nights when his stomach growled with hunger and his bones ached with cold. It was how he had survived his father’s anger, a little boy who stared back at the Goliath of a man, jaw clenched and eyes as hard as his fist. He had refused to cry when his old man had beaten him for whatever shit he was supposed to have done or not done, even when it left him so bruised and sore he could barely move when the blows stopped falling.

But, no matter how hard he tried, he could not do that now. His feelings had grown too big to contain.

He loved her, of that Ban was certain. And he was even more certain she could never love him in return. How could she? She was a princess and he was a no one. Worse than a no one. He was a thief and a wastrel who lived for nothing more than to taste the next ale because it was all he had in the world.

Ban watched as Elaine turned over in her sleep, strands of hair falling away from her face and he inhaled sharply, the sudden influx of air catching his lungs. She was so beautiful. He swallowed, clasping his hands hard together to suppress the urge to reach out and touch her.

He would have to tell her. He would have to just grit his teeth and explain how he felt. To tell Elaine that, to him, she was perfect.

Ban snorted, managing to bite back a harsh bark of laughter. As if he could ever sound serious or sincere. As if Elaine would ever want to hear his declaration.

“Say nothing,” he murmured to himself. “You gotta pack up and leave tomorrow~”

He looked again at the girl and his chest twisted, the pain of his impending loss permeating into his soul. Every part of him was screaming at him to stay by her side, to look after her, to care for her, even if he got nothing back in return. Even if she never cast him more than the odd glance. All he wanted was to be near her and to keep her safe.

“I’ll let her decide,” he murmured as he settled himself back down on the ground, stretching his arms out towards the stars before resting his hands behind the back of his head. He would stay in the forest for as long as Elaine would allow. Ban closed his eyes, totally powerless against the agony and love and fear and hope that crashed through him like waves and, for the first time that he could remember, he opened his heart and let himself really feel.

Beside him, Elaine opened her eyes, forcing herself to stay stock still so as not to give herself away. She felt the sudden rush of emotion from the man who had sprawled out a few yards away from her, a respectful distance she had not even had to ask him to keep. The force of his turmoil was so strong it had dragged her from sleep and she laid there in the dark, wishing her heart was not so receptive. She could hear nothing but her own pulse as it pounded in her ears. Surely Ban must hear it too. The stars above were like clouds of twinkling lights, and she focused on them as she worked to control her breathing, making herself take shallow sips of air.

How long she had wondered if Ban was beginning to feel this way, she was not sure, but now his love for her was beyond a reasonable doubt.

And still, she hesitated. She cared for him too, but how could she ever hope to make him happy. Ban had seen the world, even though he had only been on the earth for such a short period of time he had lived. He had seen and tasted things she could only ever dream of. How could she ever be worthy of him?

Elaine closed her eyes to shut out the pain, listening to Ban’s steady breathing as her brain whirred, preventing her from sleep. He would leave soon, walk away from the forest and she would once more be lost and alone. And she knew at that moment that she desperately wanted him to stay. But how could she ask this? How could she chain Ban to the tedious fate that was her own?

“I’ll let him decide,” she determined to herself as she prepared her heart for the upcoming loss.

[galfridus1]

Happy Christmas Nerro!

Merry Christmas to you @nerroart!! You are amazing. I know you’ve been getting into The Dragon Prince so I hope you like these! Soren and Aaravos read left to right and the Rayllum one has no specific order.

Thanks so much for your friendship ❤️

[prolestariwrites]

Very Merry Christmas to @tsunderepancake, my secret partner in the @creators-anonymous server gift exchange!

Here is a oneshot about a young Elizabeth Liones who has been put in charge of an important tradition for the first time. I hope you enjoy this, and I wish everyone a happy holiday.

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When Elizabeth hears her name at breakfast, she looks up in surprise. Her father smiles at her warmly as Margaret gives her a wry look at his right. It is an unusual thing to be addressed during meals, particularly in the morning as usually the king is reviewing the day’s agenda and giving instructions to Margaret, and, occasionally, Veronica. For Elizabeth, there is only ever her lessons, with some bit of what Margaret refers to as “becoming a well-rounded young lady” but Elizabeth calls “grooming into a boring sort of pet.” She never has any official duties to go over, which is why she has not been paying attention.

“It looks like the task must fall to you,” Bartra says. “Would that be alright?”

“What task?” she asks in reply, sitting up straighter.

Margaret gives a little snort. “Were you not listening?” she scolds gently. “It’s December already, and that means we must start decorating. But with Veronica away and not returning until next week, and my schedule filled, you’ll need to oversee the tree trimming.” 

Elizabeth looks back and forth in surprise. “Really? Me?”

“Of course,” Bartra replies. “You’re twelve years old now, and it’s time you started taking on some responsibility. And the task should be easy for you.”

“The master of ceremony is coming this afternoon with some of his colleagues to meet with the royal family,” continues Margaret. “You’ll be excused from your lessons after lunch for the appointment. They’ll bring some ideas and designs, and you’ll need to listen carefully and choose which ones you think best represent Liones.” She narrows her eyes slightly. “Do you think you can handle it? You’ll need to actually pay attention.”

“Yes!” Elizabeth cries. She grins as she leans forward. “This is wonderful! I have lots of ideas already for what we could do—”

“Just leave it to the master of ceremonies and his team,” Margaret interrupts. “They know what they are doing.”

Elizabeth frowns but knows better than to argue. Ever since turning eighteen and taking up many of the roles their mother had fulfilled before her death, Margaret had gotten very stiff towards her and Veronica. Not that Margaret was very jovial to begin with; ever since she was about Elizabeth’s age, there had been a change in her sister, making her serious, almost melancholy.

She tunes out again as the king and princess go back to ignoring her and continuing their conversation. If all she has to do is make a few decisions, then Elizabeth is determined to make sure she chooses the absolute best decorations as possible.

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[thelionshubris]

Happy Halloween @corvidaemn-arts, for our exchange! Undead dragon rider Eli going out on a date with her bf necromancer who brought her back to life  

[okamideimos]

@leighthepeach Happy Halloween! This is my gift for you! It's the first time I draw Banelaine, enjoy it xD

It's part of the Halloween's gift enchange event created by @creators-anonymous , the prompt was bonfire!

I hope you like it!

Deimos

[moonstomars]

This is a gift for @the-curious-lady-blog for the @creators-anonymous exchange! The prompt was “Lanterns”. I hope you’ll like it Nica Chan, enjoy!

The longer he walks away from the festival, the darker it gets, until the cobblestones under his feet become almost indiscernible - but he can still feel them, cold and hard, through the soles of his shoes. Escanor holds the parchments tighter to his chest, his eyes wide open as he ventures into the darkness. The roads are barely lit by the scarce torches that have been left burning. There is no need of much light, here, almost all the city has gathered in the main squares and streets, leaving the outskirts like a dark, empty shell, at least for a few more hours. Even the clamour and the laughter, with the warm light of the fires, abate, leaving him alone in the blackness, yet he doesn’t stop, nor he looks back. 

He could, of course. He could stop and turn around and join the celebrations again, let loose and join his comrades and more of that, finally enjoying the festival the city organized for Samhain night. Isn’t this something he has always desired? He sighs and closes his eyes, his pace slowing down; he remembers the last time he had fully celebrated the end of Summer, back then when he was still a prince and he was free, when his biggest problems were his brother’s vexations. He was so young, his memories are a bit hazy, yet he can’t forget the way the light of hundreds of lanterns illuminated the capital. He was still a child and couldn’t join the celebrations in the streets, but he had watched the crowd from the window of his room, mesmerized by its chaotic movements and twists - it looked, he had thought, like an enormous swarm of ants, gathering on the top of the anthill. He had wanted so much to be part of it - and he would have had, Rosa had promised him that night. Once grown-up no one would have been able to stop him to go there and join his people, not even Diamond. And Escanor had fallen asleep with a smile on his lips, hoping that that day, the day he would have been part of something so alive and beautiful, would have been soon.

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