#zelthurda

[demonprincezeldris]

Gelda and S/O fun for you!!!!

S/O once came home with a box of free doughnuts. Gelda could tell something was off about S/O and asked what she was doing that day.

S/O was donating some Blood as they were giving away free doughnuts to everyone that's been donating. Unfortunately S/O started Donating to much blood cause everytime she did she would get more Doughnuts. Eventually one of the staff just gave her the WHOLE BOX of doughnuts so S/O would stop with her donating.

So...S/O got a free box of Doughnuts and a concerned and scolding Vampire the rest of the day.

Bonus Gelda told Arthur and Zeldris about it when they got back from MINI Golf.....Arthur and Zeldris didn't take the news well...

S/O: "But...you don't understand! FREE DOUGHNUTS!!!"

Arthur of course is very concerned about their S/O, as she gave out quite a bit of blood. Thankfully, she didn't pass out from it. Zeldris was more disappointed than concerned, but concerned nonetheless. Arthur frowns as he looks at her worriedly. "Are you sure you're okay, love?"

She nods as she shoves another doughnut in her mouth. "Yup. M'fine, Arthur.I pwomise," she says muffledly.

[swimmin-in-sin]

𝙸𝚏 𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝚆𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚂𝚝𝚊𝚢 𝙱𝚎𝚜𝚒𝚍𝚎 𝙼𝚎

𝙋𝙖𝙞𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙜: 𝙕𝙚𝙡𝙩𝙝𝙪𝙧𝙙𝙖

𝙂𝙚𝙣𝙧𝙚: 𝙁𝙡𝙪𝙛𝙛

𝙒𝙖𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨: 𝙉𝙤𝙣𝙚

𝙎𝙪𝙢𝙢𝙖𝙧𝙮: 𝙕𝙚𝙡𝙙𝙧𝙞𝙨 𝙝𝙖𝙨 𝙛𝙞𝙣𝙖𝙡𝙡𝙮 𝙧𝙚𝙪𝙣𝙞𝙩𝙚𝙙 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙂𝙚𝙡𝙙𝙖 𝙖𝙛𝙩𝙚𝙧 5 𝙢𝙤𝙣𝙩𝙝𝙨 𝙤𝙛 𝙨𝙚𝙖𝙧𝙘𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜. 𝙃𝙤𝙬𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧 𝙬𝙝𝙚𝙣 𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙩𝙧𝙖𝙫𝙚𝙡 𝙥𝙖𝙧𝙩𝙣𝙚𝙧, 𝘼𝙧𝙩𝙝𝙪𝙧, 𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙧𝙩𝙨 𝙩𝙤 𝙡𝙚𝙖𝙫𝙚, 𝙕𝙚𝙡𝙙𝙧𝙞𝙨 𝙛𝙞𝙣𝙙𝙨 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙝𝙚 𝙙𝙤𝙚𝙨𝙣'𝙩 𝙬𝙖𝙣𝙩 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙜𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙚𝙧 𝙩𝙤 𝙙𝙞𝙨𝙨𝙖𝙥𝙚𝙖𝙧.

Dim candle light flickered on the walls of a cave, providing the only light source from the dark night outside. The stars glittered in the sky above like small diamonds, twinkling alongside the full moon. Zeldris smiled as he stepped forward, his hearts nearly bursting in his chest as he wrapped his arms around a slender form. Finally, after nearly five months of searching, he had his Gelda by his side again. 

He felt her slim fingers brushing his hair back, her nails gently scratching his scalp as he closed his eyes, breathing in her scent. They were both silent, simply holding each other. Words did not need to be said. “My love,” Gelda whispered, Zeldris finally tilting his face up from where he had pressed his face. 

Zeldris could see her beautiful ruby eyes glittering with unshed tears, one hand cupping under his chin. Her sharp fangs peeked out from her upper lip as she smiled at him. “I’ve missed you,” Zeldris whispered, his chest tight as he struggled to maintain his composure, feeling tears starting to slide down his cheeks. 

The vampire’s smile remained gentle as she leaned forward, brushing a soft kiss to his forehead. “I did as well, Zeldris.” Zeldris turned around, holding his arm out. He paused, the young man he had been traveling with had slipped out. 

Arthur Pendragon. The young adult had helped him search for Gelda from the very first day they met. And now he had disappeared. Zeldris was not too fond of humans. They were weak and easy to kill. But Arthur? He was different from the others. 

“Go,” Gelda murmured, Zeldris turning back to her. His eyes widened slightly at the easy look on her face. She stepped back, dropping her hands. “Catch up to him, Zeldris.” Zeldris studied her for a few moments. It was like she knew his emotions. As cold-hearted as he seemed to be on the outside, Gelda always seemed to read him like a book. And this time was no different. 

With a quick nod, he slipped out from the cave to search for the human that had slipped away from him. Thankfully he didn’t get too far. He saw the familiar ginger hair as he walked through the mountain valley. “Arthur!” Zeldris cried out, forcing his feet to move as he tried to catch up with him. 

Arthur turned around at the sound of his voice, blinking in confusion as he allowed Zeldris to approach. “Wait,” Zeldris panted as he stopped in front of him. “You don’t have to leave.” Arthur raised a brow, his easy smile lighting up his face. “What do you mean?” he asked, his eyes flickering to the cave where Gelda was. “I helped you find Gelda. My job is done. Why don’t you go back to her?” 

Zeldris paused, hesitating slightly as he tried to think of the right words to say. How was he going to say what he wanted to say to Arthur? And this was his last chance to come clean. If he let Arthur leave now, he may never get another chance like this again. 

Arthur placed his hand on his shoulder, the two men looking at each other in the eye. Emerald and amethyst. Glimmering in the dim light of the moon above. “Where will you go now? Your home has been destroyed by the Goddesses.” Zeldris pondered. Arthur shrugged as he let his hand fall back to his side. “I’m not sure. Maybe I’ll see if anyone else has some righteous quest to find someone,” he chuckled. 

His smile fell, a solemn look sliding into place as he looked at the demon. “Look, I had a lot of fun with you these past few months. I got to experience things that I’ve never even heard of or seen with my own eyes. I mean, dragons? And riding a dragon in the sky with you? Facing off against a god? That was so much fun. And I will forever treasure those memories. But now it’s time for us to go our separate ways again.” 

Zeldris swallowed as Arthur stepped back, smiling sadly at him. “But I-.” His voice faltered, his words choking up in his throat once more as he looked at the human with pleading eyes. “I’ll always care about you, Zeldris. And who knows? Maybe we’ll meet again in a few months.” Arthur gave Zeldris a cheeky wink, before turning back once more to head down the road. 

“Arthur, wait!” Zeldris blurted out, watching Arthur’s retreating form. Arthur paused, turning around once again. Taking a deep breath, he started to hurriedly explain himself. “Look, I’m not good with words, and I may be a dumbass at times. But I… I care about you. Deeply. I enjoyed spending time with you with the dragon and fighting the god. B-but I can’t stand to see you leave. Not after everything we’ve been through.” 

Arthur turned around, focusing on Zeldris. “I care for you. Not as just a friend or a travel partner, but… something more.” His voice started to crack as tears welled up. The ginger sucked in a sharp breath, his eyes widening as he started to stride forward rapidly towards the demon. “I know that you want to go, but I don't. I love you-.” 

The demon was cut off sharp as he felt Arthur’s lips press firmly against his. Zeldris’ eyes fluttered shut,  sighing with deep relief as he melted into the kiss. Arthur’s hand tangled in Zeldris’ hair, their heads tilting as they shared a passionate kiss. Zeldris clutched Arthur close, his fingers digging into the humans’ shoulder blades as he forced himself not to cry. After a few moments they separated, Arthur’s hand sliding to his shoulder and squeezing softly.

“Will you come back to the demon realm with me? With us?” Arthur smiled, his amethyst eyes shining as their hands slid together, their fingers lacing. “I’d love nothing more.” Arthur leaned down, pecking Zeldris on the lips once more as they walked back towards the cave, seeing Gelda smiling at them from the dark entrance.

[ask-zelthur]

Who would spend more money and/or time with the other's Christmas present??

Hey there! We both spend a lot of money on Christmas. I just went to the supermarket and spent £30 on ice cream... Gelda bought Astrid an ice cream maker (from Santa) and Zeldris was worried it might not work well so now we have back up ice cream! In eight different flavours. Plus sprinkles and edible glitter.

I always buy Zeldris a suit for Christmas. And I very much enjoy the unwrapping part...

Gelda: Zeldris, why don’t you ever get Arthur a suit?

Zeldris: why? I got him a Nintendo switch and those pokemon games. That cost a fortune.

Gelda: well... because then he would wear it...

Zeldris: Gelda, he’s a fireman! He has a fireman’s uniform.

Gelda: ... okay, good point, well made.

PS: Don’t tell Zeldris I already had Sword and Shield... he never needs to know.

[lickitysplitart]

A gift for @galfridus1 from me and @cerneala/@solynacea. I did the sketch and line art and Hexxe did the coloring.

You are the best friend anyone could ask for and the most talented person in the fandom. Thank you for everything.

[thestarrynightgazer]

The Pendragons

For @galfridus1 :)

[prolestariwrites]

Kinktober #22: Threesome Prompt 3: Tell me how that feels Pairing: Gelda/Zeldris/Arthur Warnings: Threesome, anal sex, oral sex, post-canon/aged-up characters

Gelda enjoys a favorite past-time in which she gets to watch Zeldris and Arthur play out her fantasy.

Gelda sits against the pillows of the king’s huge bed, watching with great interest at the two men kissing lazily across the center. She brushes the backs of her fingers against her lips, knowing how lovely each of them is, how Zeldris is more passionate while Arthur is more playful, that Arthur’s lips are fuller but Zeldris’ tongue is longer.

There is a twinge between her legs as Arthur reaches up to card his fingers through the dark hair. Slowly he starts to rock his hips, a sign he is getting a bit needy. She too has felt the urgent prod of his erection against her thigh, his signal that soon he will be wanting more, wanting to press inside her body… which sparks an idea.

“Zeldris,” she says. He breaks the kiss and turns his head towards her, his eyes a bit hazy with lust as Arthur mouths down his neck. Gelda sees the flex of his backside as he grinds against the demon, and she smiles. “Zeldris, get on top tonight.”

Arthur lets out a loud groan as Zeldris laughs. “Why do you do these things to me?” the king complains, finally raising his head. “I need to—”

“You need to get on your knees,” she says teasingly.

Arthur makes a growling noise and pulls off of Zeldris. He crawls over the bed towards her, and Gelda laughs when he pushes her thighs apart and plants his hands on either side of her hips, wedging his chest between her legs. “You don’t play fair,” he grumbles.

But he leans forward, and Gelda leans down, kissing him eagerly. This is a game they had invented when she was pregnant, and either too sore or too large or too uncomfortable to fully participate in sex. As must as she might want to, it would be too much sometimes, so Gelda would give instructions to the other two, who would, in turn, play out her most vivid fantasies. Even now, long after she had given birth, they continue to play once in a while, even switching up who gets to be in control for the evening.

Her tongue rolls around Arthur’s as he slurps on her lips. Giggling, she pulls back finally, settling back on the soft pillows for the show. Her eyes lift to see Zeldris standing at the side of the bed. He places a small bottle of oil on the bedside table, and he catches her eye with a grin as he begins to stroke his jutting cock, coating it well with the lubricant.

“You enjoy this too much,” Zeldris teases.

Gelda laughs. “Perhaps. But you do as—oh, ohhh Arthur…”

His head is between her thighs now, his hips up and ready in the air as Zeldris climbs up behind him. But Gelda can barely pay attention as his tongue sweeps her clit in a quick, circular motion. The dull ache at watching her two lovers undress and kiss and caress one another roars to life with his mouth on her sex, and when Arthur drags his tongue along her slit she all but melts back into the pillows.

“You… You shouldn’t…” Gelda sighs as his lips suction briefly to her pearl, her eyes fluttering in pleasure. “You only do what… what you’re told…”

Arthur leans up, straining until his can kiss her again. Gelda groans at the taste of her arousal on his lips, and she licks them slowly before biting the soft flesh. “Bad boy,” she whispers in jest.

“How can I resist?” he whispers back. “When I have a cunt so delicious just waiting for me to taste.”

Gelda smiles, but her response dies on her lips when she spies Zeldris in position behind the king. She leans forward a bit to kiss Arthur soundly, swallowing his heady groan when Zeldris presses against his backside and spreads his cheeks. Heat blooms on Arthur’s face while the demon begins to stroke his opening, and Gelda wonders if she had ever seen anything so lovely.

“Oh please,” Arthur purrs, his eyes shut tightly. “Please don’t stop.”

“Tell me how it feels,” Gelda whispers against his lips.

“I want it,” he confesses. “I can almost feel him already. His cock is so thick, I… I want it inside me…” Gelda peeks up at Zeldris, who is working his finger in and out of his body. “Please I need more… more…”

Zeldris locks his gaze to hers, keeping it steady as he grabs his cock and positions himself. She can’t see him entering him, but when Arthur moans she knows he has breached his opening, and Gelda strokes Arthur’s hair lovingly as Zeldris slowly presses his hips forward. “How does it feel?” she asks, kissing his temple.

“It’s so good, so… so full… Oh right there, right there—”

His words cut off with a gasp, and Zeldris pants as his hands squeeze against Arthur’s hips. “He feels so good,” Zeldris groans, massaging his flesh. “Tell me when I can move.”

Gelda peppers Arthur’s face with kisses. The king breathes shallowly, his mouth open as he adjusts around him. Finally Arthur visibly relaxes, sinking forward until he covers Gelda’s body, and he runs his mouth along her jaw. “You can move,” he says.

Zeldris goes slowly, and Arthur groans with each pass. He and Gelda kiss deeply, her arms around him as he braces himself on the bed, her fingers dragging through his hair and running along his sinewy back. She loves to feel him like this, the king surrendering to their lovemaking during these rare times when he is not eagerly directing their movements. His dripping cock nudges her thigh, and Gelda slides down the mattress and draws her legs up so he can grind against her wet folds, bringing sharp bursts of pleasure each time he rubs her opening.

Arthur buries his face in her neck, sucking on her skin, the head of him gliding along her clit, warm and thick and filling her with pleasure. Above him, Zeldris grips his hips as his own move back and forth in a powerful rhythm, his chin down and his lips parted as he takes his own pleasure from Arthur.

Zeldris gives a curse, his hand sliding up Arthur’s spine to grip the back of his neck. “Getting close,” he pants.

“Come inside him,” Gelda groans. “You’d like that, wouldn’t you, Arthur?”

“Yes,” he moans. “Oh yes… oh please, yes, yes…” He bites her gently, making her cry out, and as Zeldris snaps his hips forward with his own groan, Arthur arches his back. “Right there... Right there…”

Gelda watches his face as Zeldris comes, his expression that of pure ecstasy, his chest and arms straining as his cock hits a spot inside Arthur that has him rigid and choking on his own moan. Arthur’s hips in turn move against hers, the head of him just pushing inside her entrance, and she feels a sudden flood of hot seed pouring over her mound.

When it is over, Zeldris pulls away with a hiss, moving off of the bed to wash, and Arthur kisses her neck breathlessly. “That was so good,” he whispers into her skin.

His hand moves between her legs, dragging through the seed that coats her and rubbing it into her skin. “Are you ready, Gelda?” he murmurs.

“Yes, my love,” she says, arching up as he presses his fingers to her clit, and reaching for Zeldris who returns to the bed, pulling him into a kiss.

[galfridus1]

Some more domestic Zelthurda nobody asked for. To all parents going through the sleepless night phase, I salute you.

The cries echoed through the room, pulling Gelda from sleep, the edge of her dream slipping like sand through her fingers. Somnolence still clinging to her, clouding her brain, she moved slowly towards the crib, reaching down to collect the warm, swaddled bundle within. The baby stopped howling, its cries fading to a murmured protest and Gelda held him close, breathing in the scent of toast and caramel as she kissed his soft, downy hair. He was hers and she loved him with everything that she had.

But he was hard work, she considered as she settled herself on the edge of the bed, fumbling with her nightgown to expose her breast. A glance at the window showed her it was early in the morning; too early to rise and not so long since the child’s last feed. Moments later, she felt a slight tug followed by a sharp pain as the baby latched on, drawing the milk from her glands with something approaching military precision, the flutter sucks increasing in intensity as he fed in earnest. She winced as milk pooled in her other breast, flowing in readiness for her baby, the tingling sensation still feeling strange even after all these days.

And this was surely all she had ever wanted: a family, their family, a son they did not need to hide. Even the queen had congratulated her on the child, with his dusting of dark hair and brilliant, malachite eyes; in fact Guinevere had practically cooed at the boy. Hormones Gelda considered, pleased the shadows of the room hid her wry smile. The queen had grown so much more pleasant since falling pregnant with Arthur’s child. The infant would be born in four months or so, all being well. If it was a boy then maybe the kingdom would relax and the tension which had gripped the citizens since the attempt to take the king’s life would perhaps finally fade.

[[MORE]]

The baby in her arms sighed, grunting slightly as he pulled back, his soft breathing sounding in the dark as he fell back into sleep. Loath to return the child to its crib - he wouldn’t stay asleep if she tried - Gelda settled back on the pillows, cradling her son to her chest, her arms circling him as he nestled into her. She pressed her lips to his forehead, her eyes drifting to the window as the sun rose, staining the clear sky pink and gold and illuminating the room in a dusky light. Soon the castle would be bustling with life, but for now it was quiet; a moment of peace as Camelot slept.

“Let me, you should rest.” The whispered words were accompanied by a soft kiss on her cheek as Zeldris gently lifted the child, his fingers moving carefully to support the fragile head. The baby whined slightly with the change in position before his father settled back on the bed and the child relaxed, his head laying still on the demon’s chest.

Gelda turned towards him, pulling the covers around her shoulders. It was only then she realised her arms were prickling with cold, the fire having died some time in the night. “What’s wrong?” she asked, catching the strain to his tone.

Silence as Zeldris pressed his lips together, his hands moving protectively over their son. “Is it Arthur?” Gelda inquired as he stared up at the ceiling, his eyes closing as if in pain at her words.

“He’s been… distant,” Zeldris murmured, a tremor to his timbre. “I expected it I suppose but I… well, I hoped it would not happen.” Gelda moved closer, running a hand through his hair, her heart almost breaking as their heads pressed together.

“Do you wish he was Arthur’s?” she managed to stutter, tears stinging the back of her eyes. “Would you have preferred…”

“No.” The word was sharp, causing the child to startle, his head jerking upwards as he wriggled enough to disturb his blankets. With a guilty look, Zeldris ran a hand gently over his back until the baby settled once more, the eyes which had half opened closing as he gently stroked the child’s nose. “He is mine, and I love him.

“I am… relieved you did not marry him,” Zeldris continued as his hands curled protectively round the baby. The small head was turned towards Gelda and she smiled at the delicate face, his tiny mouth slightly parted as his chest rose and fell. “I understand how Arthur feels. I don’t think I could have born it, seeing you with his child.”

Gelda took several deep breaths, trying to calm the swirling emotions. Unable to hold back, she blurted out, “Is that why you think he’s avoiding me? I thought…”

“What did you think?” Zeldris asked into the silence as he looked into her eyes, the flashing green irises comforting in the morning light. It was years, millennia since they had first gazed at one another in this way, hiding from the world and their families as they clung together.

Gelda swallowed thickly, knowing that he would not let her be until she had explained. “I thought it was because I look such a mess,” she muttered, her eyes drifting to the window, memories of her body as she had examined it in the mirror bringing a flush of hot shame to her cheeks. How could anyone bear to look at the sagging, marked skin around her stomach and the almost comical breasts, one painfully engorged with milk and larger than the other. She has stared in disgust as a trickle of blood had oozed down her inner thigh, quickly dressing to cover her embarrassment. “I know I’m no longer attractive…”

“You are nothing of the sort,” Zeldris interrupted. Carefully, he sat up, swinging his legs over the edge of the bed. With the stealth of a cat, he padded across the room to place the baby back in his cot. A whine issued from the crib, and Gelda saw Zeldris bite his lip as he pressed a hand gently over the infant’s chest. After a few moments, the boy’s breathing settled into a steady rhythm and Zeldris’s shoulders relaxed. With a smile he returned to the bed, his arms snaking around her as she turned back towards him.

“You are more beautiful now that you ever have been,” he murmured into her ear. “To see you with our son, the way he responds to you, it is all I have ever wanted.

“I love you, more than anything,” he added into the silence, his arms around her tightening as she pressed her head into his shoulder, squeezing her eyes shut to hold back the tears. “Arthur is just jealous, I promise. He will come around when his own child is born.”

Gelda nodded, feeling the tightening in the back of her throat ease as Zeldris held her close, allowing sleep to claim her as the sun continued to rise.

[natt-the-kitty-cat]

Just—

In some distant corner of my brain, this seemed like a really good idea.....

I can’t decide if it’s more towards the

Gelda: “Who’s that?”

Zeldris: “Uhhhh, no one-“

Arthur: “LOVE ME. HUG ME. GIMME ATTENTION.”

Or

Arthur: “someone hurt me!”

Gelda: “We need to protect this poor precious boy-“

Zeldris: “Yes- And murder whoever hurt him”

[gxdesselizabeth]

[prolestari]

Concept by @baconwaffle2016 and @thestarrynightgazer. 

[demonprincezeldris]

For fun, Gelda and Elizabeth make their lovers try out a period pain simulator. All three men are naturally sympathetic towards the women when it's that time of the month, and never complain when Gelda or Elizabeth needs something.

The girls have so much fun watching the boys groan and hold their stomachs as they slowly crank up the pain amount. Arthur can only make it to a 7 out of 10 before he taps out, practically crying as he curls around himself. Zeldris and Meliodas both stop at level 9.

[wlwinry]

three (is the perfect number when it comes to us)

Happy birthday, @galfridus1! Sorry this is late... But I hope you enjoy it!

No.

Zeldris stared in horror, the words hidden beneath his left gauntlet tingling on his skin as the boy--so human, so young, so fleeting and beautiful and easily broken--backed up a few paces, violet eyes wide with terror. I've gotta find the Holy Sword, he'd said, those huge violet eyes fixed on him in utter fear, and the tingling intensified to a burning sensation as Cusack appeared and advanced. The words on his lips--are you really him, you can't be, it's not possible, my soulmate is a hostage it can't be you--died swiftly, all the air in his lungs rushing away as the boy spoke his name, backing up even more.

Arthur Pendragon. The name was like the answer to a question he hadn't known he was asking for three thousand years, and he cupped his wrist subconsciously as words that he didn't really process spilled from his lips on autopilot. Arthur Pendragon, Arthur Pendragon, Arthur Pendragon. Meliodas had mentioned him--a king, a threat, someone who'd respected him.  Someone who'd be hurt by his betrayal, someone who would hate him--

Gods, two soulmates. One either squirreled away by his asshole of a brother or dead, the other an enemy after one of the few weapons that might be able to kill him.

Fate had a twisted sense of humor, and he hated it. 

He followed dazedly as Cusack slammed Arthur's cat-creature into a wall and took off after him, trembling slightly as he gazed blindly down at the floor.

I have to kill him. The very idea of it felt like choking down poison, but he squared his shoulders and set his hand on the hilt of his sword. Before this war breaks him. I have to.

Arthur was dying.

Arthur was dying, he could feel it, felt the steady pulse in his soulmark slowing bit by bit and gods, he hadn't even spoken properly to him but what he'd done--it hurt. It felt like broken glass had wormed its way under his skin, as though he was being slashed to pieces from the inside out (fitting, considering what he'd done to him; he'd tried to hurt him as little as possible, but Meliodas was watching and there was Gelda to consider, and Cusack, and--and he was awful, such a coward). When Gelda had disappeared, her mark had burned, his right arm's blood seemingly replaced with white-hot magma as he sobbed and grieved for the first time since he was a child.

Cusack's magic had struck before he'd managed to cry out an order for him to stop, and Meliodas had just allowed it, and he'd sat back and watched him deal the killing blow. 

Zeldris stalked toward the king's chambers--chambers that had undoubtedly belonged to his soulmate--his soulmate, he was losing his soulmate again and it was all his fault--forcing his shoulders not to shake as he paused in front of the door. The feeling of glass clawing at his flesh intensified and he swore softly, wrenching it open and stumbling inside. As soon as he managed to close the door, he collapsed to the floor with a gasp, wrenching his gauntlets free of his arms. His sleeves fell loose around his hands as he tossed the metal aside; it clattered against the stony floor with a clang that echoed sickeningly in his ears. 

On his right arm in Gelda's elegant script was scrawled So you're the Prince of Demons, the font having gone from pale white scars to deepest black once more. And on his left...

I've gotta find the Holy Sword was written and fading, slowly turning a silvery-gray as the life force of the person it was attached to was leeched away at. Yet another person he'd failed, it seemed, and he didn't even truly know this one.

Zeldris cradled his arm to his chest and wept.

The euphoria that came from Gelda's return burst and faded as he caught sight of the graying words on her arm, the hint of grief in her sharp scarlet eyes. He kissed her deeply, threw his arms around her and clung to her as tightly as possible, trying to remember how he'd ever lived without her.

(He hadn't, not really. He'd survived, but that--that wasn't the same thing at all)

He let the Knights clap manacles around his hands, let them lead him away (none too gently, but he was fine, he could take it) as Gelda watched, the feeling of loss and grief radiating off of her palpable. She'd fought with the Sins as soon as the wards around her prison had shattered (and he wasn't sure why he'd expected anything else; she'd hated her father, hated his father, hated their cause from the beginning), had blazed forth a path for Elizabeth to reach Meliodas. He remembered seeing light exploding, wild and fearless and pure, and a shock of pain as the castle crumbled under the weight of the dueling heirs' magic--and then nothing.

A shock of amber, bright and beautiful, entered his peripheral and Zeldris stiffened, dark eyes widening as he tried to see over the crowd. He's here--he's here, is he walking is he alive why hasn't the mark responded--

It's not him.

Of course it wasn't.

Zeldris wasn't sure what to think when the sorceress teleported directly into his cell, arms crossed and golden eyes blazing. Retribution, probably, for Arthur, and Meliodas and the infinite number of civilians who'd ended up hurt either by or because of him. He wouldn't have exactly fought it at this point; he'd lost the war, and there was no dignity in refusing someone their due vengeance because of something as trivial as fear.

He did not, however, expect her to tilt her head and scoff, "Well, you certainly look terrible."

"It's the new prisoner-of-war fitness regime. Works wonders, doesn't it?" The quip spilled past his lips before he could think to stop it and he paused, taken aback by his own words. He hadn't joked like that in...ages. Hadn't been able to, not with Father watching his every move and the Commandments pressing him as their leader, not with Cusack watching to ensure he didn't stray an inch from the "young master" he showed to the world. He didn't have the energy, the physical or mental will to actually ponder it, though, and he sighed. "What do you want, Lady Merlin?"

Amusement sparked in Merlin's golden eyes. "Well, it's nice to see my protégé's soulmate has some sense of humor and proper respect." Astonishment hit him like a slap to the face as her lips curved into a wicked grin. "What, you thought I wouldn't know? His first mark came back from the palace active, after having spent years in that pale, cold place and hearing those same words and receiving nothing. I very well couldn't kill you after that, not now that he's awake and asking for you."

He's awake.

He's awake, he's alive, he's--he's asking for me, oh gods, what if he doesn't want me, what if he hates me, what I did was unforgivable he probably hates me I'd hate me oh please don't let him hate me. His shoulders had started trembling, he realized distantly, his vision blurring as tears pressed at his eyes--tears he couldn't stop, tears he didn't want to stop. Zeldris heard Merlin sigh and a hand gripped his shoulder, the nails digging in slightly. "Demons," she mutter, "so emotional," and then--

And then they were there, in the Boar Hat, and Gelda was there, the not-yet activated mark on her right arm bared as she reached a hand toward him. Zeldris stumbled to her side--they were right outside a room, a door of pale oak separating them from someone who had to be him--and twined his fingers with hers, barely managing to steady his breathing as he wiped a frustrated hand across his eyes. "Damnit," he choked out, and she laughed softly. "Gelda, that's not helping."

"Sorry." Her gray eyes twinkled, shining with emotion, and he ached to reach up and kiss her--but not yet, not until they were complete, their third piece returned to them where he should've been. "It's been so long since I've seen you without your father's shadow hanging over you. I almost forgot how beautiful you are when you're happy." She traced a finger over his cheekbone and he leaned into the touch, exhaling softly as she brushed away a tear.

I missed you, he wanted to say, but didn't. Instead, he reached forward and twisted the doorknob, pulling at the door and swinging it open.

Oh.

A pair of shining violet eyes drifted slowly over to them, the narrow frame of the young human perched in a bay window seat with a blanket draped over his legs. A few strands of amber hair fell in his eyes, lips parting slightly as the boy king gazed back at them, looking almost starstruck. Zeldris felt similarly awed by the mere sight of him; gods, he was beautiful, so young and wild and wonderfully human, and he was all theirs, he belonged with them, to them, he was his and Gelda's and Zeldris was his and he knew in that instant that if he could do it all over again, he'd have taken every blow meant for him. 

Gelda's grip tightened on his hand and he managed to wrench his eyes away from the sight of his soulmate to glance at the other third of their triad. Her eyes were glowing red and gold, her fire bleeding into them as it often did when her emotions got the best of her, a few tears snaking down her cheeks. She shook his hand off and he let her, watched her go to Arthur and kneel in front of him and kiss his forehead. "You're so beautiful, sunbeam," she breathed to him, and Zeldris could hear Arthur's breath hitch as the words on his uncovered arm suddenly seared black. The king was trembling, and he buried his face in Gelda's shoulder, his arms coming up to embrace her.

"I dreamed of you," he said after a moment, and Zeldris could have listened to him speak for a thousand years without ever once tiring of his voice. Gelda's hands shook as she ran them through his hair, pulling him closer, closer, closer; Arthur melted into her, closing his exquisite violet eyes as she slid him off the bay window and into her arms, the sight of them together so perfect and so right that Zeldris felt tears well up in his own eyes. 

Violet eyes met his, shy and hopeful and full of so much warmth that it felt nearly impossible for this all to be real, met his, and Arthur extended a hand to him. "Can we start over?"

Guided by an instinct he couldn't resist, one that he didn't even want to, Zeldris clasped his hand. "Please," he answered, before yelping as Arthur laughed and pulled him into the tangle of arms and legs and souls and love, so much love waiting to reach out and sweep each other along the current flowing between them all. A kiss was pressed to his lips, another to his cheek, and he kissed Arthur back first as soon as Gelda pulled away before brushing his lips against the vampire's.

This is right. This is good. This...

This is where you belong.

His gaze met one of glowing violet and another of fire and gold, and he let the Demon Clan's mark on him drift away, revealing silver irises, revealing himself, baring his heart and soul to these two people and waiting with bated breath for their acceptance. Caresses immediately trailed across his face, two pairs of lips kissing his eyelids as he let them carry him, cradle him, hold him close as no one had for three thousand years, and he laughed. Laughed with the pure joy of it all, the hope he hadn't had for years, the light sparked in him at this second chance, this rebirth.

My place is forever with you.

[ask-zelthur]

What’s your favorite season and why?

Hey there! Zel’s favourite season is Autumn. He likes the colours and the energy of the cold. Also there are fewer holidays so he can spend more time in the office.

Gelda’s favourite season is Spring. She enjoys seeing the flowers in the garden come to life and the ambient temperature. She gets too hot in summer but she detests the cold too. So Spring is perfect for her.

The kids love winter. Who doesn’t love snow and Christmas to be fair.

My favourite season is Summer. Everyone is so happy and it’s nice and warm - I never think it’s too hot really - and the flowers are in full bloom. It’s perfect.

[lickitysplitart]

A picture of my faves for @galfridus1 and to celebrate the final chapter of Tales From Camelot.

[thestarrynightgazer]

I genuinely hate tumblr for the quality.

But it's 25th here already sooo.

@galfridus1 @maybeishouldwait @baconwaffle2016 @kiriragon @extremelypoorperson @smolmeliroll @penumbrcge merry christmas. :)

[tainari]

3 by Britney Spears is zelthurda's theme song.