#ask zelthur

[gr1m330]

so yk when u get an idea for a fic series but u realize u suck at writing but cant get a scene out of ur head so u decide to mash up a bunch of manga panels to fit ur rough ass rambles. yeahhh. was supposed to be zelthur but man is is hard to fit words in these.

[ask-zelthur]

Hi all! It’s Zel’s birthday!!! He and I are hanging out in Dubai! It’s HOT. But loads of fun. Here we are in the Miracle Garden. It’s super over the top! Hope you had as good a day today as we did!

[natt-the-kitty-cat]

Maja, Maja, founder of Zelthur, how did you come up with the most glorious ship that ever existed?

And here I was hoping everyone had forgotten about that😂😂 I’m never escaping this now am I?

I didn’t really do much in all honesty😂 My classmate kept insisting that Zeldris was gay (the base of this claim being that he’s my favorite character) and when I transferred this knowledge to an online friend of mine we ended up trying to cook together who he’d be gay for😂😂 The answer we came up with was Arthur! ..... And I honestly don’t remember what we based that decision on-

But how long ago isn’t that now? Looking back at my time in the NNT fandom makes me feel so old😂😂 And it’s clashing with how I always end up being the youngest XD

[thestarrynightgazer]

Love and Salvation XXIV

*skips more fight scenes so I can do the god damn ending* it will probably end up ilogical but I can't draw poses to save my life.

after all the rewrites, redraws, additions and removals of pages and here is!

Hear me crying.

@galfridus1 there won't be a 'next' link on the next update anymore... 😭😭😭

☆First

☆Previous

☆Finale

[galfridus1]

Congrats on 1000 followers. For the prompt could you write a Mel and Zel bonding for 16 please? ^////^

Hi there! Thanks so much for your patience with this! Here are Meliodas and Zeldris with “is it over?”.

Fog, thick swirls of soft mist, dense and eerie, rolled like waves of cloud through the tall, dark trees. Zeldris suppressed a curse as he pushed carefully through the branches, wishing fervently he had not let his brother talk him into this ridiculous endeavour. It was alright for Meliodas, the second most powerful demon in all existence, but for him the atmospheric conditions were proving somewhat of a hindrance. 

He clenched his jaw, treading the ground as softly as he could as his power fanned out to scan the area. Moving with caution, his senses on full alert, he was thankful the fallen pine needles cushioned his steps, masking the sound of his boots as they padded on the earth. He could hear the soft song of the chaffinches, the rustle of squirrels as they searched for food, the strange call of the capercaillie as they moved in their dance. But there was no sign of the prey they were hunting, and the overwhelming aroma of resin which obliterated every other scent in the forest was doing his search absolutely no favours.

It was all so annoying. Zeldris silently pressed his lips together as he felt his brother’s signature in the distance. Evidently Meliodas had already reached their destination; the tremors of power Zeldris could detect on the air radiated that unbearable smugness that communicated self-satisfaction more clearly than any possible taunts. How Meliodas always managed to come out ahead was a genuine mystery to him: the eldest son of the demon king was of course powerful - one might even say obscenely so - but he had his faults. Sloppiness for one, Zeldris considered as he made his way with lightning speed past the copious pines, his form nothing more than a blur as he ran through the trees.

He stopped when he reached the loch, huge and shimmering like pewter with reflections of sky, grey as smoke with cloud and fog. The surface stretched for miles and miles, dark hills just visible past the far shore through the low-hanging streams of mist. Meliodas stood at the water’s edge, his eyes scanning the horizon as waves lapped musically at his boots, polishing the stones which littered the pebbled beach.

“You took your time,” Meliodas barked as Zeldris seethed, forcing his hands to remain at his sides. His palm itched with longing for the hilt of his sword as he stalked towards his brother, his jaw set and eyes narrowed.

“And you have made some sort of mistake,” Zeldris said triumphantly as he pushed his powers out in all directions, feeling no response to his investigations. “There is nothing here. Just a pine marten, several squirrels and a family of badgers. There are no signs of even humans in this part of Britannia, let alone some monster that will win us the war.”

Meliodas held up a hand imperiously as he cocked his head slightly to one side, the air ringing with silence as Zeldris bit down on his tongue. There really was nothing in the surrounding area; just trees and the faint smell of pine and moss and some sort of animal skat. Zeldris’s mouth twisted as he composed a retort in his head, before he saw Meliodas’s face spread into a grin.

“It’s clever, very clever but there it is,” his brother almost sang as he took a step closer to the lapping waves. “Don’t tell me you can’t sense it, little brother.” Zeldris growled, but sent out his magic into the depths of the loch, feeling along the rocky edges and through the ice cold water.

And there it was. He gasped, recoiling slightly as he felt a Goliath of a creature, so massive it was enough to encompass at least two tyrant dragons. There was no mistaking it, the signature was too forceful, its body too large for it to be anything other than some sort of magical beast. Yet why had he not been able to sense it before? Now that he had found it, the animal’s energy was like that of a lantern shining in the dark; bright and glowing and impossible to miss.

“Well, well, well,” Meliodas said thoughtfully as he bent down, trailing his fingers into the water. “Whatever is in there, someone powerful has attempted to conceal it. No doubt the goddesses wish to use it for their own purposes.” Meliodas leered, his grin lopsided and cruel. “We has better put the creature out of its misery. One way or another.”

“And how do you propose to do that exactly?” Zeldris huffed as he continued to press out his power. “This loch is fathoms deep. How will you encourage it to show itself?”

Meliodas cast a glance at Zeldris over his shoulder, his eyes flashing with a cold mirth. “I have no intention of encouraging anything. Watch and learn, little brother.” With that, Meliodas cast off his clothing, quickly covering his body in darkness, the substance flowing to form webbed flippers over his feet. He strode with purpose into the loch, sinking slowing into the shining grey water. Zeldris shuddered, wrinkling his nose before swiftly following suit, hissing slightly as the ice cold waves covered his skin.

The water beneath the surface was dark, and he struggled to see in the murky gloam. Weeds, stringy and slimy, brushed uncomfortably against his cheeks, and he swept them aside with growing impatience. He pushed out his powers once more, easily tracing his brother’s familiar signature which was heading rapidly towards the strange energy he had sensed from the surface. It was stronger here, and he had to suppress a jolt of surprise on feeling a number of other smaller creatures swimming in formation around the prey he was hunting.

As he drew closer, this darkness helping him to blast through the water, the felt Meliodas at his side. A few slight touches were enough to convey the plan of attack, and he swiftly followed his brother’s instructions. Carefully, so as not to give the beast cause for alarm, he wrapped tendrils of darkness around its body, tightening them at the very last moment. The animal struggled, writhing desperately in his grasp. He could feel the pull of Meliodas’s power as the two hauled the monster up to the surface.

And what a sight it was. Pushing through into the cold, autumn air the brothers looked at the creature they had managed to capture. The large, jade-coloured animal, with a long thin neck, bellowed forlornly as they examined it: it was indeed powerful, both in strength and magic and it took everything that they had to keep it still.

“This is not goddess magic,” Zeldris declared as he held onto the beast, lurching to the side as it whipped its head round in an attempt to strike. “Whatever it is this creature is not tied to them. It is unlike anything I have felt in all of Britannia.”

“It is ancient power,” agreed Meliodas. The demon grinned broadly as the monster flailed, and he clambered up over its back, holding on to its neck with his knees. “It appears to be one of the early creations that wandered the earth before the great darkness took hold.” Zeldris nodded, allowing his shoulders to relax just a little; if that were true the animal transcended current politics. It would steadfastly refuse to align with any clan, and as such it would be fruitless to try and secure it. He began to breathe more easily, planning in his mind the quickest route home.

Meliodas stiffened, obviously noting his change in demeanor. “I must be confused. Is it over?” his brother asked, every word he uttered emphasised with a brooding menace. “You would allow this creature to remain in Britannia? A source of power we do not control?”

“I do not see why we should feel obligated do otherwise,” retorted Zeldris as he returned his brother’s cold stare. “It will not be possible for the goddess clan to recruit it.”

“Which is exactly what Monspeet said about the giants.” Meliodas dug his knees into the animal’s flank, causing it to cry out in pain. “Ludoshel has his wiles. Though,” he added thoughtfully as he cocked his head to one side, “you may be right. This is hardly a sentient thing. It is running solely on instinct.”

Zeldris drew a deep breath, stretching his muscles which were beginning to feel the strain. The monster had not ceased its movements since they had brought it up to the air, and the continued exertion was beginning to take its effect. “All we need do is hide it,” he argued as Meliodas bared his teeth in a smile. “A masking charm should do the trick. It is so outlandish,” he added as he cast a derisory look over the animal’s ungainly form, “that even if it is spotted it is probable that their tale will not be believed.”

“Indeed, we can make sure of that,” Meliodas mused. “Very well.” With that, Zeldris felt the air around them shift, a warm glow spreading through his frozen limbs. Quickly he summoned his own magic, mulberry swirls melding together as they cast a masking charm over the monster. Then, as one, they released their hold, springing into the air, wings sprouting from their backs as they sped away from the vast loch. They watched as the animal slunk back beneath the surface, barely causing a ripple as it returned to the depths.

“Not a word of this. To anyone,” Meliodas commanded, Zeldris bridling slightly at the authoritarian tone. Still, he held his tongue as the sped back to the demon realm, pleased that the area so close to the vampires’ stronghold in Edinburgh was now safe from observation.

[sigilathenaeum]

what’s sigil?

A sigil is a magical symbol of intent. It is a unique symbol representing your intent that you charge with energy and it works to help bring about that intent.

How do I use a sigil? (Short answer)

Well, you find/make a sigil for whatever it is you want to accomplish. Then you choose where to draw/carve/paint/or otherwise place it. It can just be on a piece of paper. That’s easy and you can place the paper pretty much wherever you want. Then you choose a charging method. There are lots of ways to charge a sigil but finding one that suits the intent of the sigil can make it more effective. Some charging methods destroy the sigil and if that’s the case you’re done. If it doesn’t then you do whatever you want with the sigil. You can place it somewhere that makes sense, like in your textbook if it’s for studying, or by your bed if it’s for sleeping. Or you could just tear it up and throw away the pieces. Some people try to forget their sigil and its meaning so that their subconscious can work unhindered to bring about the sigil’s goal. For me though, they work better when I remember them. So you can decide what’s best for you there. That’s about it. Check out my FAQ About Sigils page for more details on the whole thing.

[window-weather]

Made yesterday but

Mmmmm

Zelthur :)

This was inspired by a ask @/demonprincezeldris got about like a coronation I guess. It’s a dance

I can’t draw crowns for the life of me so sorry about that.

[galfridus1-fics]

It’s ZELDRIS’S BIRTHDAY!!!

Here is a fic for him and for @emo-hedgehog-zeldris who asked for Zelthur with “make a wish”. Hope you enjoy it!

This is also seems a fitting day to say thanks to everyone who has read and supported my work over the last couple of years. I’m taking a break to focus on my family and I wanted to say it’s been an absolute blast being in the fandom. Thanks so much for being such a great group of people ❤️

“Surprise!!”

Zeldris stared hard at the people in front of him, so many of them, their faces shining in the sudden glare of the electric light which had lurched into life without any warning. Everyone was grinning at him inanely, their teeth showing and the skin around their eyes crinkling with their smiles. He glared at them, eyes narrowed as the silence stretched before him and his friends expressions began to falter.

They looked at one another, a few shuffling their feet uncomfortably until Arthur stepped forwards, an absolutely enormous glass of red wine in hand. “Happy birthday!” his boyfriend said brightly as he thrust the glass under Zeldris’s nose. “Come on, you could smile! And drink! That’ll help,” he added more quietly, lowering his voice so only Zeldris could hear. “Just play along would you? For me?”

Looking into the violet eyes, Zeldris sighed, taking the glass from Arthur with a little more force than was necessary. More carefully, he sipped the drink, thankful for the splash of heat travelling down his esophagus. “Fine,” he muttered under his breath, “but you owe me one.”

“Understood. Alright everyone! Let’s get this party started!” Arthur bounced on the soles of his feet, hopping back into the crowd, grabbing bottles of beer by the handful as he passed by the kitchen island, its granite surface laden with bowls of crisps, tall glasses filled with breadsticks and celery and cut up bits of carrot, and of course every alcohol known to man. There was even a bottle of wasabi vodka which had been sitting in the cupboard for who knew how long and was covered with a fine layer of dust. The guests ignored it as they honed in on the beer and wine.

“I’m sorry, Meliodas talked me into it.” Arthur moved behind him, wrapping an arm around his waist. “I did say you wouldn’t be super impressed but… well, wow he’s very persuasive. Now I look back I think I got played.”

Zeldris shot his brother a furious look, receiving nothing but a cheery wave in return. “You should know better than to listen to him,” he hissed at Arthur. Then he sucked in a deep breath, shaking his head a little and shrugging his shoulders. “But yes, I understand. Even I have fallen victim to his eloquence on occasion. Let us both make the best of this. I cannot imagine you are delighted about having Estarossa in our apartment.”

Arthur giggled. “He’s… pretty extra, isn’t he? I think he was trying to get me drunk. I noped out of that one,” Arthur said with a laugh. “Anyway, Ban made lasagna, and it’s pretty good. And then you have to see the cake. It’s, like, a work of art.”

Zeldris let Arthur lead him round the room, stopping to talk to each of the guests. He had not even realised he knew so many people, nor that the flat he and Arthur shared was big enough to contain them. But the noise worked in his favour. It was easy to slip in and out of conversations with the persistent hum of chatter and the boom of the sound system blotting out all chance of intelligible speech. As the evening progressed and his reluctance wore off, Zeldris had to admit it was nice to see some of those in attendance. His friends had brought more alcohol with them than they were consuming, Estarossa aside, and the atmosphere was convivial without being raucous. He began to relax, settling into the rhythm of the party as the guests talked and polished off the lasagna.

Just as he was beginning to enjoy himself, he was pulled back in the kitchen and left standing awkwardly in front of the island. Arthur grinned at him, then made him cover his eyes with his hands, the light seeping through his fingers changing in hue as someone played with the dimmer switch. Zeldris felt his cheeks flush with the ridiculousness of it all, swallowing hard as he tried to control his breathing and so stop his heart thumping with the anticipation.

He opened his eyes at the first notes of ‘Happy Birthday’, jaw dropping at the sight of the enormous cake. It was a dragon, with wings made from some sort of sugar, its green body twisting on the platter. Its back was covered in candles, the flickering lights glowing in the darkened room. Zeldris stared and stared, words forming then refusing to leave his lips as he took in the immense structure and the guests broke into applause.

“D’you like it? The green matches your eyes.” Arthur set the cake down, then stepped towards Zeldris pulling him into a tight hug. They stayed together for several moments, until Zeldris became aware of the sounds of people cooing around him. Embarrassed, he pulled back, his gaze falling once more on the cake, and he shook his head in disbelief.

“Well, make a wish!” Arthur said brightly.

Zeldris nodded and, turning to the confection, blew all of the candles out with one blow, his wish echoing round and round in his head. The guests cheered, then milled about as he and Arthur dished out the portions, the revelry resuming as the clock hands crept round towards midnight and even Estarossa took his cue that it was time to leave.

At last they were alone. Zeldris immediately turned to the clean up, scooping bottles into the recycling bin and staking glasses carefully in the dishwasher. “Hey!” Arthur called, interrupting Zeldris mid-task. “I have a deal for you. If I can guess what you wished for you, you have to say yes to my next question. How does that sound?”

Zeldris set down the cloth and bottle of antibacterial spray he was holding. “That sounds moronic,” he grumbled. “But fine. If you like. Tell me, what did I wish for?”

“That next year you’ll be left alone on your birthday.” Arthur grinned. “I’m right, aren’t I,” he added as Zeldris broke into a chuckle.

“Quite correct, yes,” Zeldris confirmed. “Very well, I shall keep my end of the bargain. Tell me, what is your question?”

“Will you marry me?”

Zeldris’s jaw dropped again. “Repeat that,” he commanded.

“Will you marry me?” Arthur opened his mouth, then barked out a mirthless laugh and pulled a small, square box from the pocket of his jeans. “Your birthday present,” he said a little sheepishly, holding it out towards Zeldris. “If you want it, of course.”

“I do. I mean, I… yes,” Zeldris stuttered out. “Yes,” he added more firmly, a smile curving his lips. “Yes. I will marry you. I want to.”

“Yay!” Arthur punched the air, then coughed self-consciously before opening the box to reveal a plain, onyx band, which he slipped onto Zeldris’s outstretched hand. “I, um… I’ve never done this before. What do we do now? I guess we should tell someone…”

“I have one condition.”

Arthur’s head fell slightly to one side as Zeldris cut through his thoughts. “Okay,” he said cautiously.

“No parties. We elope.” Zeldris folded his arms over his chest. “Frankly, there is no need to tell anyone until the opportunity for their interference is well out of the way. We do it quietly, by ourselves.”

A grin spread over Arthur’s face. “Okay deal,” he agreed, and Zeldris pulled him to a hug, their lips meeting as the clock struck the hour.

[jacklynnfrost]

Happy Birthday Maja!!!

Here is a Zelthur Ficlet, I hope you like this little AU- Happy Birthday, Maja! @emo-hedgehog-zeldris

Beta’d by Galfridus1- thank you for always being so kind and encouraging. Your insights are always welcome and enlightening.

Rough and Regal

By JacklynnFrost

Zeldris heaves the crate, stacking it five high with the others as he unloads the truck. It had come late, the sky is dark but being the dead of summer his shirt is clinging to him from his hard work. The overtime is nice but being in the warehouse at night always creeps him out. He shakes his shoulders, stretching as he climbs the ramp up into the transport truck. Two more crates are relocated before he grows overwarm and can not take it any longer. He pulls his shirt off, reaching behind his neck to bunch the fabric for an overhead tug.

His hair stands up from the pull, but he doesn’t care or notice as he gets back to work. He’s almost done, the loading block inside the warehouse is stacking fuller and with the last box in place he smacks his hands together as if getting the dust off them. Zeldris slides the ramp back inside the truck’s floor slot, reaching on his tiptoes to grab the handle and the slates of the rear door move with the tracks on either side of the box truck. He’s just locking it in place when he hears a throat clear.

“Well done.” The deep voice calls out, scratchier than usual but Zeldris recognizes the timbre and flushes. He’s coated in sweat, is sure he needs a shower and when he gives a glance to his hands he’s shamed at the black smears on them. Anxiously, he runs those hands through his hair, trying to fix it but the locks only shand up higher. A hearty chuckle rings out, making Zeldris turn and peer through the dark to see the silhouette of the young man watching him between two scaffolding towers of plastic-wrapped parcels.

“I thought I was the last,” Zeldris explains, cheeks still pink and he hopes the lights over his work station wash him out so the unexpected visitor won’t notice while he walks swiftly toward his abandoned shirt. “Arthur, I wouldn’t have broken the uniform rule if anyone was around. Your dad told me to lock up when I finished so I assumed...”

Arthur’s chuckle starts again as the put-together lad strolls forward, hands in his pocket, nonchalant like, as he gazes over Zeldris shily. “I heard him tell you.” Arthur answers, watching as Zeldris’ chest and biceps ripple with him dressing. He turns away as he pulls his shirt on, for privacy, but his back is just as tempting to look upon and Arthur’s face burns from the view. “I was thinking, after this, if you might want to catch a movie or...”

Zeldris straightens up, his shoulders growing stiff and Arthur backtracks from the perceived flinch. “Friendly- is all,” Arthur amends cursing internally as he feels he must have read him wrong, seen things he wanted when the rare interactions happened between them. But, when Zeldris turns it isn’t disgust or horror painted across his face, not at all, it’s humiliation.

“Is this a joke?” He pleads, Zeldris’ throat squeezes as he tries to see past Arthur into the dark once more. He strains his ears, listening for rustling clothes or ill-concealed laughter. With how the men here acted, he didn’t believe anyone truly knew his sexual preferences but this seems too good to be true and he wouldn’t be surprised if this was all being recorded for a laugh.

Zeldris walks to the control panel, turning on the lights with one slam of his fist, but as they flicker on, illuminating rows and rows of goods for shipment he shakes his head as it seems they are alone. He doesn’t understand as Arthur is wealthy, his shoes are always brand new and his hair is perfectly styled even after working all day. He’s gorgeous. Auburn colored with shining golden skin and deep soulful eyes behind long thick lashes. He attends the private highschool on the hill!

While, on the other hand, Zeldris works hard through his after school jobs and is never, in his own mind ‘put together’, no matter the time of day. He’s worn these shoes for three years which look every bit their age and no matter what he does with his hair or how he cuts it, the locks refuse to lay down. He’s from a rough neighborhood with a messed up family and Arthur’s family is so well off they have a hospital named after them from their donations - Pendragon Pediatrics. 

But... the warehouse is empty and bewildered he looks to Arthur, who is staring at his shoes and slowly backing away. “Why?” Zeldris asks and those deep soulful eyes flash up to his suspicious emerald ones. They have shared some blushing smiles, spoken politely a few times but Arthur can’t know that his eyes always follow him when he walks the yard or that his formal articulations make his heart race.

“I like watching you.” Arthur starts and Zeldris’ head swims. “I thought, due to the flushing when you smile at me, that perhaps you leaned the same way I do. I must have been in error.” Arthur gives a small bow, turns on his spotless white soles and starts his jaunt back the way he came. For a moment all Zeldris can do is absorb this new information. He doesn’t talk to people, he does his work and leaves, but Arthur taking this chance when Zeldris knows he never would endears him further to him.

“Hold up!” Zeldris yells, embarrassed all the more as it echoes, but the soft sounds of steps receding, pauses. His voice lowers as he starts to follow, “I thought the others... with my brother on the crew... it doesn’t matter- I’m sorry.” Nervously his hand runs through his hair once more as he stops and he internally curses at himself as he’s sure he’s blown his chance. For a fleeting moment, he won the lottery and looked his gift horse in the mouth before he even realized what he might have had.

He waits just a moment, but with Arthur still and his back turned he gives up. Zeldris sighs, turning away and begins closing up his bay. He double-checks that he locked his loading dock, deeming his job done but his usual after-work elation doesn’t rise after losing his shot with the redhead he’d been subtly flirting with for so long. With shoulders down, he spins around and jumps about a mile when he almost runs into Arthur.

“To be clear,” he flushes as he addresses Zeldris, “you were concerned that I wasn’t truly interested?” His eyes sparkle kindly as Zeldris’ head dips up and down in confirmation. They line up well, Arthur is about half a head taller, thinner and better put together while Zeldris is bulkier and built wider.

Arthur reaches forward, his hand fisting Zeldris’ wrinkled uniform shirt to bunch and keep him in place. “And you’re interested?” He asks, to be sure, as Zeldris is locked in place. As soon as the answer is given Arthur dips forward, pressing his lips to the lad before him. They mesh, fitting like a glove.

In shock, they break apart, both blushing rather furiously. “So, that settles that then.” Arthur squeaks, recovering quicker, a small smile tugging at his slick lips while his heart calms from its sudden race. “Y-yeah.” Zelthur stutters, his fingers coming up to his own lips as if to keep the kiss in place but he’s more surprised it’s even happened to begin with. His voice is higher than usual as he builds up his nerve, “There’s a, ah, theatre up the road. You free now?”

“I’ll drive.” Arthur grins, shoving his hands in his pockets at the two walk together out of the warehouse, heading into so many possibilities with a first date on the cusp.

[prolestari]

My next contribution to Zelthur weekend is the following oneshot! This also takes place in the modern AU, which has taken over my life. Just so you know, in my AU (which I will start publishing after Divine Gambit is over) Arthur is a firefighter, Zeldris is a tax attorney, and Gelda is a marketing consultant (don’t ask me what that is, no one knows, and neither do Zeldris or Arthur). 

This oneshot is also NSFW so please enjoy responsibly. Thanks for reading! I’ll have some art up later! :)

Arthur tapped his foot impatiently as the elevator rose through Zeldris’ office building. Inside was a woman who kept glancing over her shoulder at him, and he chuckled to himself. He was still wearing the uniform pants and t-shirt with his ladder and engine number printed on the back. Girls always loved the uniform.

He winked at her when she got off at her floor, making her blush, and he shook his head when the door closed. Finally he reached the tenth floor and he stepped into the lobby of the law firm Zeldris had been working at for nearly a year.

Arthur had only been there a couple of times, but he remembered to take a right and weaved his way through the semi-private cubicles, looking for Zeldris. He frowned, trying to figure out where his would be, when someone called over, “Are you lost?”

He turned and smiled at a young man in a suit, leaning around the side of his own cubicle with raised eyebrows. “Sorry, yeah,” he said sheepishly. “Is Zeldris somewhere around here? I’m a friend and I brought his dinner.”

The guy nodded and tilted his head. “File room C. He should still be there.”

Arthur gave a thanks and headed down the hallway. Sure enough, he found Zeldris sitting behind a long desk, frowning over a file. “There you are!” he cried, laughing as Zeldris jumped a mile and kicking the door shut.

“You scared the hell out of me,” he laughed, rubbing his hands on his face. “What are you doing here?”

“Gelda asked me to get you something on my way home. She said you probably hadn’t eaten. She’s right, isn’t she? You look like shit.”

“Yeah.” Zeldris stretched a bit before standing, walking around the desk with a smile.

Arthur met him halfway, wrapping the arm not carrying the bag of food around his waist. “Door’s locked,” he said. “Any windows or cameras?”

“No,” whispered Zeldris, his arms going around his neck.

“Good.” 

Their mouths met, hot but sweet, and Arthur kissed him slowly as Zeldris tugged on the end fringes of his hair. Then he pulled away with a final nip on his lower lip. “Are you hungry?”

“Starving.” Zeldris moved some files to make room on the desk as Arthur dragged another chair over, then started unpacking the bag. “How was your day?” he asked.

Arthur started to pull out the Chinese containers and lay them on the desk. “Busy. Car accident. But fine.” He handed Zeldris a box of noodles and chopsticks with a critical eye. “What time did you start today?”

“Seven,” he answered around a mouthful, looking sheepish when Arthur frowned. “I know, I know, but my part in this case will be over in a week when it finally gets to trial. If it does well this is going to look really, really good for me.”

“Yeah I know.” Arthur grinned and took up his own container. “We will go out for drinks and celebrate.”

Zeldris moaned and nodded his agreement, shoving food into his mouth so quickly Arthur wondered if he had eaten today at all. They were silent for a couple of minutes as they ate, until Zeldris said, “Thanks for this. You must be tired from your shift.”

“It’s not a problem.” His eyes trailed across the paperwork in stacks on the desk. “How long do you think you’ll be?” he asked, knowing he wouldn’t like the answer.

Shrugging, Zeldris sighed, “Every time I think that I’m almost done they want another copy of something, another reference, another look at some interview.”

“I’m surprised you’re not reciting this stuff in your sleep,” Arthur joked.

As if on cue, the phone on the desk rang, and Zeldris slid his chair over to pick it up. “Yes? ...I did pick that up… Sure let me look.”

Arthur watched him as he talked on the phone, opening a file and leafing through before reading its contents to whoever was on the other end. He grinned to himself as he ate some rice, admiring the confident way Zeldris answered his colleague and the surety in how he handled the files. He was dressed in a suit, navy blue with a crisp white shirt, tailored nicely to his broad shoulders and lean, muscular frame. His dark maroon tie was loosened just enough for Zeldris to have undone the top button, and just that tiny bit of dishevelment with the rest of his look so slick and professional made his imagination start turning. He and Gelda had agreed long ago that their boyfriend looked the hottest in a nice suit.

Zeldris caught him looking and gave him a curious glance. In response Arthur licked his lips, laughing quietly as Zeldris rolled his eyes. He went back to his food as Zeldris went back to his conversation, which finally ended a few minutes later.

“Sorry about that,” he said, sitting back in his chair. “One day these phone calls will stop and I can actually get my real work done.”

“Did you eat enough?” Arthur asked.

Zeldris nodded, seemingly content for the moment, and Arthur moved. Before Zeldris could protest he straddled his lap, sitting on his strong thighs and draping his arms over his shoulders. “Very good,” Arthur murmured, then dipped his face in to kiss his neck.

“What are you doing?” laughed Zeldris nervously.

Arthur licked the skin just under his jawline. “You look stressed. You haven’t eaten. You’re tired. You need a break.” His mouth moved to his earlobe and gave it a quick tug between his teeth. “Plus you look really hot in that suit.”

Zeldris chuckled again, but pushed gently on Arthur’s hips. “Don’t start something you can’t finish, and you can’t finish here.”

“Oh I bet I could finish you here,” grinned Arthur, reaching in between them to press his palm over Zeldris’ crotch.

But Zeldris just yelped and grabbed his arm. “Don’t,” he laughed. “Someone could walk in.”

“Scared someone will find out about your boyfriend?” Arthur taunted in his ear.

“It’s not that, it’s any personal stuff in the office. The partners are really strict with that.” Arthur murmured his assent, but continued kissing along his neck, one hand moving to slide into his hair. He was pleased to hear Zeldris’ voice getting tighter and breathier as he worked his lips and tongue along the sensitive skin. “They don’t care who I am fucking as long as I fuck them at home. That’s a direct quote.”

Arthur was sucking on the side of his neck, and let go to smooth his tongue over the little dark mark. “Glad I’m the one fucking you.”

“This weekend I’ll be home, and then--”

He was cut off by the phone ringing. They looked at one another for a moment before both burst into a nervous laugh. Zeldris reached around Arthur and picked up the receiver, bringing it to his ear. “Yes? Yeah.”

His other hand rested on Arthur’s thigh. Arthur sat back a bit, not understanding the difference between an abatement and an investment, but amused at the look of concentration on Zeldris’ face. He picked up his hand and pulled it up to his mouth, giving him a soft bite on the fleshy pad at the base of his thumb.

Zeldris jerked his hand away, reaching around to give Arthur’s rear a swat. He kept talking, however, not giving any indication there was someone in his lap; Arthur smiled wide, licking his lips, and leaned forward.

“Keep talking,” he whispered in his ear, letting his breath feather over the shell. He smirked when Zeldris’ words hesitated for a split second, and then Arthur began kissing him languidly, rolling his tongue along his ear and trailing wet kisses down his neck. He rocked his hips experimentally, pleased to feel a few sparks jump to life inside of him, and reached down to rub his fingers between Zeldris’ legs.

“The, ah, COMPANY--” here Zeldris reached down to grip Arthur’s wrist, “--did not produce invoices for that month.” He glared at Arthur, who gave a sweet smile. “No, no, it’s in the notes of the spreadsheet.”

Zeldris gave him a warning look as he listened. Arthur remained perfectly still, except for his fingers, which moved to stroke the outline of his body through his pants. The hand around his wrist tightened, and Arthur tilted forward, nipping gently on his neck.

“Okay good. Yeah that sounds like it will work. Thanks.” Zeldris nearly dropped the phone as he banged it back down into the cradle and pulled away from Arthur’s mouth. “Are you kidding me?” he laughed, leaning back a bit to look into Arthur’s eyes.

“No way.” He smoothed his fingers up and down the slight bulge in Zeldris’ pants, smirking when he felt a tell-tale twitch. “I’m not leaving until I get dessert.”

Laughing, Zeldris shook his head. “I have to get back to work,” he scolded, trying to sound serious, but as Arthur felt his grip on his wrist loosen, he knew the protest was weak at best.

Arthur tilted up a bit to look down at him, licking his lips as he pulled loose Zeldris’ belt. The smile on Zeldris’ face melted away, replaced with a look of guarded anticipation; his throat bobbed as he swallowed visibly when the pants were opened and the zipper slowly pulled down.

“You’re going to get me fired,” Zeldris whispered, but again his voice betrayed him as Arthur moved his hand inside his pants.

Instead of answering, Arthur leaned down and kissed him, his tongue hungry as he stroked Zeldris’ own, his free hand curling through the back of his hair and pulling sharply on the black locks. He could nearly taste the excitement, his own heart pumping a little faster as Zeldris nipped at his lips. Their mouths slanted again, and as their kiss deepened all Arthur could think about was how good he looked in the suit, how strong his body was underneath, and how hot he sounded so serious on the phone.

He pulled away and looked down into dark green eyes now filled with lust. Silently he slipped to the floor to kneel, yanking the trousers completely open and peeling the fabric down so Zeldris’ cock was now exposed. Arthur watched for a moment as it tilted, growing harder, then he grasped it with his hand, smoothing up and down the hot velvet as he glanced upwards.

Zeldris was watching, his hands gripping the arms of the office chair, and as Arthur began to stroke him faster his lips parted with a heavy pant. He pumped him firmly, their eyes staying connected, the room silent except for the sound of skin sliding on skin, which made the moment all the more intense. Finally Zeldris’ eyes flickered upwards, towards the door, and his neck bloomed into a flush. “Arthur, I don’t know if--”

His newest objection stuttered off into a choked moan as Arthur wrapped his lips around him. He was mouthing the head, the kiss messy and wet as his tongue darted out to rub a spot just under the fold of skin at the top. Zeldris lifted his hips slightly in reflex, so Arthur tilted his head to suck on that spot, pulling the skin between his lips and lavishing plenty of pressure with his attentions.

“Shit. Shit.” Zeldris was gasping, his hips now rocking slightly. He pushed his hips forward, his cock slipping along Arthur’s mouth; Arthur simply chuckled, opening wide for Zeldris to press against the heat of his mouth, but keeping still so he could not get the pressure he was sure he was craving. He wanted to make this part last just a bit longer before sucking on him. He wanted Zeldris drained when he was finished.

“Arthur,” he panted, his brows pulled down with his frustration. Arthur grabbed his organ by the root and held him steady, and then began to swallow him, their eyes still connected. He watched as Zeldris mouthed another curse, visibly shuddering when his cock met the back of his throat. Arthur held him there for a few seconds, swallowing around him, then slowly pulled back as he took a deep inhale of breath.

He repeated the action, sucking him in slowly, again, and again, and again, until Zeldris was trembling all over. He had sunk down a bit more in the chair, his head rolling back a bit and his eyes fluttering shut every time Arthur’s mouth covered him completely. Arthur reached into his trousers and cupped the flesh inside, weighing the sac in the palm of his hand and gently massaging him as he held him in his mouth.

Suddenly the phone rang, and Zeldris jumped a mile. “Shit, shit,” he muttered again, and Arthur pulled back a bit to laugh, making him groan with the vibrations in his throat. “Please, just give me--” Zeldris fumbled with the phone, sucking in a breath to compose himself before answering, “Yes? Hello?”

Zeldris was visibly sweating as he listened to the other end, so Arthur started to move. He rocked his head up and down, letting the thick cock slide in and out of his wet mouth. The head pressed on the back of his throat every time, and Arthur moaned a little, the excitement of taking him so deeply while under his desk making his own body tighten as well. He applied pressure to the sac in his hand just as he would have wanted it, feeling satisfaction when Zeldris’ voice on the phone faltered.

As he pulled back to catch a breath, rolling his tongue around the head, he felt Zeldris’ hand grip his hair. Arthur moaned softly, lapping at the underside of the head, and heard him say, “Yeah, yeah I’ll… I’ll hold.” There was a dull thud on the table, then both of Zeldris’ hands were in his hair, pulling and tugging in a way that had sent sparks of pleasure down Arthur’s spine. “Please, please Arthur,” Zeldris begged. “Please I don’t--”

Arthur pulled away, hearing Zeldris groan behind clenched teeth. But his hand started stroking him again, hard, long strokes that went from root to tip, his thumb rubbing right in the spot that he knew would have him seeing stars. As his hand worked, Arthur pushed his thighs open a bit, and leaned in to begin pressing his tongue along the base and darting out to push against his flesh. He started working him with a wet precision, mouthing one of his balls and then the other, not stopping the furious pace of his fist.

There was another thud and then Zeldris said breathlessly, “Yeah, yeah I’m here.” The strain in his voice was obvious, so Arthur moved his mouth back to his cock. It was salty and rich and so hot he thought he might be enjoying this more than Zeldris. He closed his eyes and focused on getting the suction just right, wanting to get him off with something to remember.

“What do I think? Uh…” Arthur worked faster, his hand jerking the base as his mouth slid up and down the shaft, sucking him with a wet noise that was erotic and had his own cock pounding. “I think--” His voice went up a pitch as Arthur sucked on the head, so Zeldris cleared his throat. “I think if Mr. Galen want to pursue that he’s--ah--he’s going to lose the ca-aaase.”

Then Zeldris grabbed Arthur by the back of the head, thrusting hard into his mouth once, twice, three times; finally he started to orgasm, his seed shooting into Arthur’s mouth in thick spurts that he eagerly swallowed, mouthing hotly along his length.

“That sounds… that sounds much better.” Zeldris sighed into the phone. “Yeah, I’m fine I… I just need some coffee I think. Okay I’ll see you in ten minutes.”

Arthur heard the click of the phone being replaced, followed by a low groan. His lips were gently moving up and down the softening cock, and when he looked up he saw Zeldris sitting back in his chair, his arm covering his eyes as he breathed deeply.

He let his sex fall from his mouth, and when Zeldris peeked down, Arthur licked his lips. “Arthur,” he sighed. “I’m going to kill you.”

“Kiss me instead,” he replied, standing up and leaning back on the desk.

Zeldris grinned and slid forward, his hands sliding up Arthur’s thighs. He reached for the button on the front of his pants but Arthur shied away. “Nope, no time.”

“I have--” Zeldris checked his watch, “--six minutes. Don’t doubt me.”

Arthur laughed. He bent down and kissed him, but when Zeldris eagerly pressed back he pulled away. “Nah. I got what I wanted.”

“Oh really? And what are you gonna do with this?” Zeldris teased, his brows sliding up as he nodded to the very prominent erection under Arthur’s pants.

“Mmmmm… I think I’ll go home and fuck Gelda. Have her ride me right in the middle of the bed.” Zeldris whimpered and pressed his forehead on Arthur’s thigh. “I’ll describe to her how you tasted, she’ll like that.”

Zeldris gave a groan of protest, but Arthur simply pressed him back and planted another kiss on his lips. “Don’t work to hard,” he whispered.

He headed to the door before glancing back at Zeldris. “Don’t forget to put that away,” he nodded with a grin, and Zeldris tossed a chopstick at him as Arthur slipped out the door, laughing.

[demonprincezeldris]

Zeldris and Gelda are numb throughout his entire funeral, sticking close to him. Meliodas had pressed up against his side to try and comfort him, and he was immediately filled with the memory of how he had HURT his baby brother, but Meliodas just took his. "I'm not mad at you." He whispered. "And it was a superficial wound. It's already healed. Just let me here for you now." He squeezed his hand in return.

Gelda, as their official queen, took over Arthur's duties. The courts tried to get her to take one kf the nobles as her new husband, so that she might still produce an heir in a timely manner, but she had looked at them, fire blazing in her eyes, and they hadn't brought it up again yet.

Then the trouble with the Demon King came. He possessed Meliodas, who was trying to save Elizabeth. Even with everything, even if she had KNOWN, she was still his best friend, and they were in this curse together. After 3000 years of her dying, he owed it to her. The DK said Meliodas was always meant to be his vessel, as he possessed the boys body and Zeldris looked on in rage and horror, and besides, his natural immunity to light magic was very convenient! (He destroyed the feather earrings, which Meliodas was quite upset about later.)

They managed to defeat him, and Meliodas immediately looked for his brother. But Zeldris was missing! He rose up on shaky, shattered legs, forcing what little darkness he had left to keep his bones more or less in place as he called for him, looking around.

Then they heard Gelda's scream. She'd been knocked out and Elizabeth had been holding onto her, but now she was hysterical, clutching at her chest.

"He's dark! I can't- I can't feel him, he's dark, please, no, please, I can't lose both of them, not like this, no no no no no!!"

Elizabeth was trying to calm her down, but she was inconsolable. Meliodas stared at her in horror. No, he couldn't be... Not Zeldris!

"Zeldris... Hey there, pretty."

"Arthur!! B-But- no- I-"

"What's the matter?" He said gently, tucking his hair behind his ear and smiling at him.

"Y-You're dead..." He whimpered. "We held you while you died."

"I know. I know, pretty, and I'm sorry. But the Demon King, he summoned my soul here! Allowed me to assume form within your mind, so that we can he together again! And he promised he'd allow Gelda entry too, then the three of us can be happy! All you have to do... is give in."

He stared at him, wide eyed and teary, tremors wracking him. Arthur's soft smile never faded and he enveloped him in a hug. "I've missed you..." and Zeldris sobbed, giving in and hugging him tightly.

Then they found out he wasn't dead. No. He'd become the Demon King's Vessel. It was HARD, damn hard. When Meliodas went inside his mind, to try and support him, draw him out, ARTHUR was there.

....That wasn't Arthur.

No, Arthur's smile was kind and bright, like sunshine! This was cruel and twisted. An illusion of the Demon King. He knew them far too well.

"Zeldris! Zeldris, it's me, it's Meliodas! Listen to me!"

"How selfish can you be?" 'Arthur' asked, head tilted. "You're brother has finally found peace. And you wish to take him back to the outside? Where is always grieving and under immense stress? And for what? To make YOURSELF feel better? To pretend you didn't spend centuries breaking his heart with every rejection? He HATES y-"

"No I dont."

'Arthur' paused and looked at him. Zeldris, exhausted as he may be, lifted his head to give his brother a weary smile. "I have never ever hated you. Not once. And... I didn't want to admit it. I wanted this to be real. But I know that this is an illusion." He looked at the fake in question. "And I know that Arthur isn't here."

He stared back at him for a moment. "...I tried to give you a chance. But fine. Have it your way." As he spoke, his face began to warp, turning gaunt and then melting. Meliodas lunged for Zeldris, but he vanished into the mist and then there were so MANY of him! Who was who, how would he- how was he supposed to figure this out?? He whined low in his chest as he whipped his head around, all of them reflections of his brothers consciousness, telling him to get out of here, leave him behind! Kill me, if you have to, but make sure Gelda is safe!

What should he do?? He didn't- fuck, this was HIS fault, and now Zel was in danger, and he was such a piece of shit brother, he didn't know which one was him!

Then Gelda was there, and he wouldn't question it, not when she picked out which Zeldris was real immediately. The reflections warped and lunged for them, but Meliodas was there, taking the blow for them and destroying the monsters. Zeldris cried out his name as Meliodas was thrown back, but the blonde got back to his feet and gave him a little smile. "Let me take care of you for once, ok?" And he destroyed the mimics trying to harm his brother and Gelda, even knowing that direct interference like this would kick him out. When they were gone, and his form started to disintegrate, he tugged his brothers braid before his hand faded. "We're all waiting for you out there. We'll handle it on the physical end, you handle it here. I love you."

"Mel-"

But he was gone. He took a deep breath. "Right. Time to fight a God."

And they won.

He regained consciousness, groaning and as soon as he opened his eyes, two bodies slammed into his.

"Wha- Where- did we wi- GAHHH, OW, OH, FUCK! HI!"

Aw, his blondes were being emotional. Ok, he felt a little guilty that they were both crying, but this was also kind of nice.

Meliodas gave up the power he'd earned that put him on par with a GOD, made him a GOD, in order to be rid of their sire once and for all. He high five Elizabeth and hugged her, smiling. He might have encouraged her to go talk to Mael, sensing a bit of tension between the two of them as he himself collapsed dramatically against Ban. The man had gone to PURGATORY for him! So Zeldris finally gave in and gave permission for him to court his brother.

The eldest prince became the king, and Gelda remained queen of Camelot. They visited each other when they could, but things needed their full attention on both sides. They'd spend more time together when things settled.

There were very few casualties among Camelot, thanks to the quick thinking of Zeldris and Gelda. But the kingdom itself was still in ruins. So they began repairs.

It's what Arthur would have wanted.

Damn, this was amazing. I like how Melban became the endgame couple instead of Melizabeth (they're more like cousins anyways in this version, so I understand why it was Ban). Poor Gelda, feeling like she lost Zeldris, so soon after losing Arthur too.

Thank you as always for your amazing work. 🥺😁

[ask-zelthur]

Any New Years kisses?

Of course :)

Happy new year to you and all our followers!

[nntzine]

Hi! What do you count as crack ship ? Zelthur, Escalin (who never happenned in canon) ? And why is it not allowed ? (Simple curiosity ^^)

Thanks for the ask! :3 A "crack ship" for the zine would be any ship that has zero grounding in canon. For ex Escalin would be ok since even though they're not a couple Escanor has confirmed feelings for her while with Zelthur there's nothing in canon that would suggest them being even remotely interested in each other romantically let alone becoming a thing. Crack ships are fun but the main reason they aren't allowed is because while to some degree AUs are allowed we want it to be more canon based than AU based and crack ships are about as AU as it gets xD

[thestarrynightgazer]

Say Zel how have you been handling Cath's betrayal? I heard he bit Arthur's arm off.

(is this supposed to be for the zelthur ask blog or mine? Lol) Either way I feel sorry for Arthur, he was extremely attached to Cath. At one point i thought he prefers him over me, being betrayed is one of the worse feeling, so I can only imagine what Arthur feels.

[galfridus1]

🎥 🔑

Thanks for the ask!

Fav film: Not Twilight!! I don’t really do films. Probably Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them.

Key to your heart: hahaha that’s a secret Zelthur content

[ask-zelthur]

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