We are pleased to announce that Kiane Week will be back soon! This year the event will take the form of a mini week and will be held from Friday the 17th to Sunday the 19th of December.
We welcome any kind of original content, fanarts, fanfictions, gifs, edits, meta. We will also reblog mild nudity and gore, as long as it is about the same level as you can find in the original series. Feel free to ask questions if you have any doubts!
We will track the tags #kianeweekend and #kianeweekend2021, so make sure to use one or both among the first five tags of your post.
This year’s prompts:
Day 1: Dream/Change
Day 2: Apologise/Secret
Day 3: Vows/Free day
The prompts are simply meant to inspire you, they are not mandatory to follow.
If you’d like, you can also use Day 3 to pay homage to the movie Cursed by Light, since it blessed us with the long-awaited King and Diane’s wedding.
Day One of Kiane week! I am so excited to share all the drawings I worked so hard on for all of you! I have waited so long 😭. I hope you all enjoy all the pieces. 💖
“King and Diane go live in the Fairy Realm,which exists beyond the Great Fairy Tree. Normally only fairies can enter but since King takes Diane with him she can go too”
- Suzuki Nakaba on “The Seven Deadly Sins: Untold Stories”
With each sunrise, another problem awaited Diane. Or, for the sake of accuracy, a mountain of problems. Ruling an entire clan was one thing, but the management of two clans who had spent to majority of three millennia with scornful looks and cold shoulders had more in common with a wrestling match against a Tyrant Dragon. With arms tied behind the back. Giants and Fairies alike always found one little annoyance to blow out of proportion and add to the list of matters Diane needed to discuss and solve with the parties involved.
The quarrel for a resting spot on one of the Fairy King’s Forest’s countless clearings took her half a day to settle because both the Giant and the opposing group of Fairies claimed to have arrived there first. Around noon, Diane ordered the squabblers to find other places to sleep and opened the clearing to a horde of Giant children. At the end of their play session, a rugged crater disfigured the landscape, and smashed golem heads roasted in the sun. No one wanted to rest there anymore.
Every trampled flowerbed and every earth-made pillar became a file on Diane’s metaphorical desk. Fairies liked to boast about their inability to understand concepts like possession and greed, but when someone asked them to share their precious forest with outsiders, they crossed their arms and jutted their chins faster than one could turn over a leaf.
Even if their king asked them.
But the Giants didn’t cover themselves in glory with their behavior either. Their daily fighting tournaments, these days held for sport rather than war training, flattened entire areas on a regular basis. And while the Giants toasted to their displays of power, the present Fairies had little to laugh about. To them, a tree was a lifeform in the same way as a deer or a chaffinch. To a Giant, a tree was a resource for weapons and sometimes a javelin in their ego games.
Drole had assured that Diane would make for the ideal queen to their people. If only he had mentioned the massif of hurdles on the road of leadership.
Daylight was fading, and Diane more stumbled than walked towards the Great Tree. She hawked, but the lump in her throat sat on her voice like a fat, ugly toad. The avalanche of irritated ‘what?’ the near-deaf Giant had spat in her direction continued to ring in her ears. He had built a stone damn to turn the southern river into his private bathing lake. The shrubs and flowers he had put underwater by proxy had concerned him no more than a change in the clouds above. Diane had repeated and rerepeated herself in explaining the problem he had created, but more than another ‘what?’ hadn’t come out of him. A wonder the old man still lived – with the philosophy of the Giants in mind, a useless member of the pack went to bed each night in expectation of a slit throat.
Diane rolled her shoulders to shake away these gloomy thoughts. The merger had its upsides too. She just needed to remind herself of them once in a while.
The stench of fire, mingled with the alluring but precarious aromas of roasted boar hit her before the massive shape of the Great Tree came into view. Not again. Diane darted into the bushes, a string of curses she had picked up from Ban on her lips.
In most cases, even the most traditionalist of Fairies looked past the campfires the Giants gathered around to exchange war stories. But when these parties involved hunted wildlife – deer, boars, or the sinfully delicious cranes found in the western lake district of the forest –, a war declaration already waved between the trees by the time King or Diane could intervene.
Along with the cackling of the fire, the sound of laughter and, strangest of all, music reached Diane’s ear as she zigzagged through the pine trunks. The out of place sound almost made her stumble. Had the wind solely carried the beat of drums, she would have continued her race without a second thought. But a small orchestra of pipes and flutes gave the rhythmic pounding a melody unlike anything she had ever heard in Megadoza. If any Giant knew how to craft and play a flute, Matrona had to have hid them in the catacombs underneath the rock city during Diane’s two hundred years of training there.
A final sprint brought Diane to the clearing from where the smell of meat and the sound of music originated. But instead of a pack of drunk and bellowing Giants, the last sunrays reflected from the faces of Fairies and Giants alike. And instead of accusations hurled at the other clan, laughter tied both sides together.
Above the open fire, spits laden with meat turned while a soup happily bubbled in an oversized iron cauldron. A handful of lanterns in the shape of tulips adorned the trees around. While not as golden or luxurious as the festivities Diane had visited in Liones, the clearing showed all the makings of a celebration, complete with a colorful assembly of guests.
King hovered in the middle of the illusive scenery and conversed with Matrona and Ritho, an older Giant whose passion lay with war before any other activity. All three of them were smiling.
Diane maltreated her temple with her knuckles, but the illusion refused to collapse and return to the dust of her imagination. What had happened in her absence that all conflicts between Giants and Fairies had smoothened into a pretty party with a pretty ribbon to complete the present? Had Bartra Liones foreseen the end of the world for tomorrow? Another explanation failed to arise out of the muddle of her thoughts.
She stared, and she stood, unable to move or comprehend what was playing out before her eyes.
King noticed Diane, nodded to Matrona and Ritho, and floated towards her with two minimalistic flaps of his wings.
He lifted the paralyzed fingers of her right hand with visible effort, and beamed at her. “I’m glad you made it. Gerheade was almost on her way to catch you at the Great Tree. I wasn’t sure when you would return, but I guess everything worked out better than expected.”
“I don’t understand. Did I miss something?”
A shade of pink darkened his cheeks. The orange hues of the fire emphasized the effect. “Didn’t I tell you? We want to celebrate the merger between the Fairy and Giant Clan. We got lucky with the weather tonight, otherwise the open fire might have given us some headaches. Oh, and Happy Anniversary!”
Diane blinked. “It’s… been a year already?! I thought… two weeks, a month at most…”
“If Gerheade hadn’t reminded me, I would have said the same, but here we are. A year later. I’m so proud of what we’ve built here. What you started when you told me about your idea with the merger – no one other than you could have even considered to bridge the cleft between our two clans. All because no one sees the good in others like you do.” King inhaled, and his tiny hands increased their grip around Diane’s fingers. “I love you so much. None of this would have been possible without you.”
His touch and the warmth of his smile melted all troubles and anxiousness of the day away. Nothing else mattered, and if Diane had to put up with a thousand near-deaf Giants to earn this one moment with the one she loved, she would jump into the fray without hesitation.
She dragged him closer, intoxicated by the flowery scent of his skin, lost in his amber eyes, and cradled by all the compliments he showered her with, too generous to be true, but oh, so earnest. The cleft disappeared, and Diane covered King’s face with a kiss.
Before he could pass out from a lack of oxygen, Diane pulled back. She smiled at his expression, a perfect replica of the dazzled Fairy boy before he had grown his wings.
“I love you too, King. And thank you for the party. It’s perfect. When did you have time to organize all this anyway?”
“Oh, that? I really didn’t do much in terms of setting up the location or preparing the meat. The others deserve all your thanks for the hard work. I just flew around a little to find some special ingredients for the stew.”
Diane laughed. “Still a delivery boy at heart, I see. The Captain must have drilled this chore especially deep into your head.”
“I guess he discovered this hidden talent of mine before even I could see it.”
More and more Giants and Fairies followed the sound of the flutes, and soon the clearing disappeared in a crowd of feet and wings. Bowls of two different sizes wandered through the guests, a stew of turnips and roots and chanterelle. While nothing between Purgatory and the Sky Temple could match Ban’s carrot soup, Diane gulped down three helpings in record time, mesmerized by the earthy taste. And she would have asked for an additional portion, if King hadn’t handed her a spit with her favorite type of roasted pork.
The smell of fat made her mouth watery. “Can I marry you a second time?”
“I would marry you every single day, every single year ahead of us, if I could,” King said.
Diane grinned and for the next few minutes, she was too occupied with chewing to talk. The chatter of the people around her blurred into a pleasant carpet of sound. This was what she had always envisioned: Giants and Fairies united in spite of their stupid differences and their arguments, an exchange of words and food to the soft crackle of a campfire. And her and King in the middle of it all, finally side by side after all this time.
The stars stood high up in the sky, a million more than humans could ever spot in Liones or Camelot. From time to time, they winked as if to congratulate King and Diane on what they had accomplished. He leaned against her knee while she stroked the filigree ornamentations of his wings. A shudder rocked him whenever Diane found a new nerve to stimulate.
Neither of them felt the need to disturb the moment with words.
Then a single flute raised its voice above the conversations, a new tune, almost melancholic at first. A panpipe picked up where its companion had left of and gave the melody a merry spin. The flautist enticed a few more notes out of his instrument, and for a moment it and the panpipe seemed to fight a musical battle for the tone of their sonata. But then they fell into harmony, drums and chimes and a fiddle joined in, and soon the entire orchestra played a tarantella to invite the crowd to a dance.
King jerked up. After he had risen into the air, he bowed and extended a hand towards Diane. Sparks from the campfire reflected in his eyes. “May I have this dance?”
Diane took his hand with a smile. “You may.”
One with the music and the rhythm of nature, King and Diane spun around the fire. Her feet bopped and arched, and he mimicked her moves midair. One moment she pulled him so close their noses almost touched, the next he guided her into another twirl and their fingers parted to finish a sequence with two claps. Other pairs skipped onto the dance floor; Matrona and Zalpa, Ende and Gerheade, and ever so rarely a Giant and Fairy together.
Although her steps lead her astray sometimes, Diane always found King’s eyes in the crowd. Never more than a pirouette away, still in sync with her. The music chased them in circles, two claps of the hands, and another sequence of hops and taps and spins. The odors of cooking fat and sweat from a multitude of dancers got to Diane’s head. Dizziness hijacked her senses until nothing but the next step filled her mind.
With two final claps, the dance ended. King hovered mere inches away from her, guided there by his own doing or a by a smile of fortune. His chest heaved up and down and the many turns had tousled his hair. But his grin was the incarnation of pure joy, brighter than the fire and the firmament.
Their kiss held more force this time, driven by the passion of the dance and heated by the blood rushing into both their heads. The touch of his skin and the flowery taste of his lips replaced the world around Diane, and they were one.
Yes, the merger caused them trouble every day, and Giants and Fairies alike strained their patience with a hellish desire to convince them to give up.
But King and Diane proved time and time again that beauty lay in the union between their clans. They fought for what they believed in, and they continued to push the boundaries of what Chaos’ creations were meant to achieve.
Fandom / Genre: Nanatsu no Taizai (The Seven Deadly Sins) / Fluff
Pairing: King/Diane
Warnings: None! It’s tooth-rotting fluff ^^ lmk if there is anything I should add though!
Summary: It's King and Diane's anniversary, and by the end King has to admit that Diane's gift to him is much better than what he gave to her. It was a million times better.
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“So,” Diane began, and King looked up from his book curiously. She grinned at him, leaning close on her hands. “Can you please tell me what you’re giving me for our anniversary?”
King snorted as she gave her best puppy eyes.
“I told you already, I want it to be a surprise!”
Diane huffed, crossing her arms and flopping backwards onto Chastiefol. She pouted at her husband, drumming her fingers against her arm. “You’ve been working on it for months, you can’t let me have it just a little bit early?” she asked. King shook his head and Diane grumbled under her breath.
He laughed lightly, closing his book and setting it aside before giving her his full attention. “Do you want a hint?”
Her face brightened, and she nodded eagerly. King suddenly felt a little bad for the hint he was about to give her, however, he did want his gift to her to be a surprise. He really didn’t want to give it away.
“Alright. It has something to do with flowers.”
Diane’s face fell, before it turned slightly annoyed and she threw her hands up. “We are surrounded by flowers! That doesn’t help!” King laughed again, moving to sit beside her on Chastiefol.
“I asked if you wanted a hint, I never said I had to give a helpful one.”
She shot him a glare, though it was only half-heartedly. King took her hand and leaned forward, kissing her cheek, and her face relaxed and her lips formed a smile as a light blush dusted her cheeks.
“I promise it’ll be worth the wait. But we should really get some sleep.”
“Why?”
He started settling down into Chastiefol - he and Diane were monarchs and could sleep on anything, but really Chastiefol was the softest thing in existence and was great for sleeping together if they wanted a good night’s rest - and Diane followed, curling into him. King’s arms wrapped around her and held her close, and he kissed her forehead.
“The earlier it is, the sooner I can give you your gift.”
King felt Diane gasp lightly in delight that she wouldn’t have to wait much longer, before giggling and nodding. “Alright, night then.”
He hummed his reply, only closing his eyes when he felt her breathing even out and could hear her snoring softly.
The next morning, King was awake before Diane. The sun wasn’t up quite yet, still hanging low below the horizon. He smiled down at her sleeping peacefully, sprawled across Chastiefol like she usually was when they woke up. With any luck, she wouldn’t wake up for awhile, giving King enough time to go and check on his gifts (grabbing one of them in the meantime).
He brushed her bangs from her face before kissing her forehead and carefully getting up off the sacred treasure. King threw on some more proper clothes for the day before flying out of the room, heading to a place Diane didn’t know about just yet. Well, she knew about it, but she never had much interest in actually going inside.
Slipping into the room, he noticed just how messy he had made it. King set to cleaning it up before he actually grabbed what he came here for, which was in the center of the room.
The fairy cleaned up quickly before making his way to the center of the room, circling the present he had made and taking note of everything.
King bit one of his nails subconsciously as he inspected his handiwork. The dress wasn’t too short or too long, and he knew it would fit Diane perfectly. He reached out and adjusted some of the fabric, smoothening it down and inspecting that everything would stay in its place no matter what.
The dress was a deep green, fading into a lighter but just as vibrant green the further down. Various shades and hues of orange flowers wove around the waist, forming what looked to be a belt sewn into the garment. The same flower pattern was around the neckline, and a few of the flowers littered the bottom of the dress.
This was only one of the things he was giving to Diane, the other being something that had honestly taken him ages to manage to keep alive. He hoped she’d like both gifts.
King carefully removed the dress of the stand it was on, draping it over one of his arms before leaving to go check on the other gift.
Soon enough, he was in his room again, a basket in hand with some snacks for him and Diane to share in a bit. Diane was still asleep, just as he had expected. He smiled to himself, setting down the basket and the neatly folded dress he had brought in with him. King moved to her side of the bed, where he settled on the edge and reached out to gently shake her awake.
She muttered something under her breath, swatting his hand away and turning over to bury her face in Chastiefol. King huffed, leaning down to kiss her cheek. “Diane, it’s time to get up.”
“The sun’s not even up yet,” she complained. Her voice was muffled by Chastiefol, and she hugged the treasure closer to her.
“Well, it can’t be up yet if you want to see your gift.”
Diane shot up at that, looking at him with a mix of confusion and excitement. “Really?”
King nodded, grinning at her. “I technically have two gifts, but the grander one is one we have to go and see sooner rather than later.” He leaned forward to give her another kiss, just a peck on her lips before pulling away and getting off the bed.
“Two gifts? I thought we agreed on just one each?” She watched him walk over to where he had placed something and a basket. King smiled at her sheepishly.
“I couldn’t help myself.” He rubbed the back of his neck as he chuckled, before picking up whatever was next to the basket and handing it to her. Diane looked down at it, a little confused before she unfolded the object and her eyes lit up at the dress.
“Oh, Harlequin!” She was beaming as she ran her fingers over the folds of the dress, tracing the flowers that popped brilliantly. She grabbed her green ribbons - she had ribbons of all different colors so they’d go with everything - for her hair before dashing to the side room to change, kissing King quickly as she passed him.
He didn’t have to wait long for her to come out, fixing one of her ribbons into place and King swore her smile was worth all the times he had poked himself sewing, drawing blood more often than and having to make excuses for why he had to keep bandaging his hands. She did a little twirl, the skirt of the dress fanning out before settling when she stopped.
“I take it you like the dress?”
Diane laughed lightly as she nodded, any sign that she was still tired nonexistent as she made her way over to King and pulled him into a tight embrace. King hugged her just as tightly, placing a light kiss to her temple before he pulled away, remembering they had somewhere to be.
“Alright, off to the other gift I have.”
“Wait, let me grab the one I have for you!” Diane broke away from him completely, going over to her desk and opening one of the drawers. She pulled out a medium-sized box, wrapped neatly in colorful paper with daisies as a pattern. She looped her arm into his, holding the box under her free arm.
“What’s in it?” King asked, peering at the box curiously. Diane grinned.
“I’ll show you after you show me what other gift you have.”
King hummed, stealing another kiss before grabbing the basket and together they left their room, King guiding her down paths Diane knew well. Or at least, that was until he made some vines move away with his abilities and tugged Diane gently down the hidden path she didn’t know even existed.
Their arms dropped away from one another as they approached their destination, but they still held hands, and King squeezed hers ever so slightly as they walked. He felt Diane squeeze back, more confident in the gesture than him and he felt a little more relaxed.
They stopped at another entrance covered by vines, and King held them aside for Diane. Diane ducked under the plants and she looked out over the field that greeted her, King joining her moments later. “Probably a few seconds now,” she heard him mumble. Diane glanced at him to catch him looking up to the sky, where it was slowly turning shades of pink and orange as the sun rose.
“What’s gonna happen in a few seconds?”
He smiled at her before nodding towards the field. She tilted her head before following his gaze, and she watched intently.
Slowly, the first rays of sunlight began to shine upon the little patch of land. The dark green grass was illuminated by golden light, and she was about to ask again what was going on before she noticed what was happening. When she did, she had unintentionally let go of King’s hand.
As more light fell upon the field, the grass changed, flowers seeming to grow instantly and blooming in the morning rays. They were a mix of brilliant colors, from gold and white to deep purple and bright blue and vibrant orange. Soon, the entire field had shifted and Diane realized it wasn’t a field but a meadow, one emanating faint levels of magic. She was grinning at the beautiful display, one hand clutched over her heart as she stared with wide eyes.
“It’s gorgeous…” she breathed, finally tearing her gaze from the flowers to King. He was staring at her the entire time, a lovestruck grin on his face. “Are they…”
“Magical?” he finished, and she nodded. “They are. They’re rare flowers that only bloom in the morning and remain bloomed for a few hours. They’ll close back up again by this afternoon. Merlin helped me make them, and she cast a spell on the flowers so you could walk on them without crushing them.”
Diane whistled lightly, turning back to the flowers, impressed. “They’re yours, too.”
She swiftly looked at him again, eyes widening once more. “Really?” King nodded, and Diane wrapped her free arm around him, pulling him to her abruptly. King laughed and returned the embrace just as quickly as he did earlier.
When Diane pulled away, she was still beaming, and she held out the box for him. “I don’t think it will top being given a meadow filled with magical flowers,” she said as he took the box, “but I hope you like it.”
He placed the picnic basket he had with him on the ground as he got a better grip on the present, feeling how it was slightly heavy.
“I’d love anything you give me,” he stated. It was the truth after all, but Diane shushed him and told him to open his gift.
King unwrapped it carefully and easily, finding a wooden box under the paper with a simple lid. Diane had her hands folded over her mouth, watching for his reaction. King took the lid and put it under the box, pulling out what was inside. His eyes widened at the little stone sculpture he took out.
It was of him and Diane, sitting close together like they usually did when King would take Diane out for flights on Chastiefol sometimes. Except in the sculpture, they were holding something. When he looked closer, he was able to tell what it was instantly, and he could feel the smile tugging at his lips. He looked away from the little baby the stone versions of them were holding and up to Diane.
“Wait, are you actually-”
She nodded, smiling nervously behind her hands and her eyes looked glossy. King could feel his own eyes welling up with tears as he set the sculpture back into the box, placing it carefully on the ground before almost launching himself at Diane.
Diane laughed as she caught him, feeling how his arms tightened around her and she buried her face in his shoulder. He sniffled, laughing at his own tears as he held Diane close and kissed her temple, processing it.
She was pregnant.
“Best anniversary gift ever,” he mumbles as he pulls away just enough to kiss her lips. She giggles, tears slipping down her cheeks and he reaches to wipe them away, ignoring his own tears of joy.
The gentle light from the morning sun peeked through the windows of the bedroom. It was early still, but the light never failed to wake Diane up these days. Part of her missed the days that she and King would sleep in until nearly midday; the days when she could sleep when and where ever she wants. But this was a new chapter of their life, and an exciting one at that.
Diane rolled over and admired the sight of her sleeping husband; the rise and fall of his chest with each soft breath; the auburn hair gently framing his face. The faint smile on his lips had her curious about his current dream.
She pressed a soft kiss to his cheek before turning to get out of bed. She knew at this point that she wouldn’t fall back asleep now, and there was no point lying in bed if it was only going to disturb King’s sleep. She dressed and readied for the day quietly in the bathroom, as she did every morning, before heading to the kitchen for some breakfast.
After eating some fresh fruit she had gathered the previous day, she headed outside for a short stroll among the forest. This was one of her favourite ways to spend the early summer mornings; the light from the rising sun filtering through the trees; the luscious grass beneath her feet, warm from the earth. The Fairy King’s Forest had been home to her for a couple years now, yet she never grew tired of it, and she knew she never would. Naturally she loved the earth and the Fairy King’s Forest was no exception. She had fallen in love with it the first time she was there, and now that it was home, she couldn’t imagine being anywhere else.
She walked out towards the small meadow on a nearby hill that King had shown her, it was one of his favourite spots and soon became one of hers as well. She often opted to walk bare foot in the summer because she loved the feel of earth beneath her. Once she made it to the meadow, she took a seat on the grass, looking out at the trees ahead of her. It was still early, and although the sun was up, it would stay behind the tall trees for a little while longer.
