You are now y/n again. Zeldris leads you into a local café-slash-bookstore called The Busy Bean. How did he know you liked this place? The two of you sit on a couch near the back among countless shelves full of books. There are no other people around you. Zeldris stands after a moment or two and murmurs something about going to get lunch for the two of you. You reach for your wallet, since you don't think he has human cash, but he pulls out a wallet of his own and shakes his head.
Whose wallet is that?
Did he tell one of his cultists to give him money?
You smile. You don't know what your feelings towards Zeldris are, but you're happy to have him around. You curl up on the couch.
He's such a sweet guy.
You're not exactly sure what an ultra-powerful demon sees in you, but you're so glad he's nice.
And respectful of your boundaries.
And not at all like the legends depict him.
And that kiss?
Oh, that kiss.
You relive it in your mind and your face grows warm.
Not the one you gave him, although that was nice, too. No.
The one he gave you in return.
You're looking forward to kissing him again.
Your thought is interrupted by a hand over your mouth. You bite the hand and struggle away from its owner.
The owner of the hand is Estarossa.
You turn to walk away, fully prepared to nope the fuck out of your favourite café.
But you can't walk away.
No.
No.
No, no, no, no, no, no, no.
This is the worst possible time for any feelings of resentment to bubble to the surface.
A cold hand wraps around your throat. Estarossa doesn't apply any pressure, but the message is clear enough.
"Don't you just hate when things like this happen?" he whispers.
You want to elbow him in the stomach for the pun, but you can't.
And suddenly you're not in the Busy Bean anymore.
You are now Zeldris. You are on your way back to where you and y/n are sitting and you are holding two very hot drinks made with coffee.
You round the corner to get back to the secluded area with the couch.
You drop both of the coffees.
She's gone.
Boiling hot coffee spilled on your legs and it hurts like hell.
Where did y/n go?
Somehow, not knowing where she is hurts more than the second-degree burns.
You sense it.
Residual energy.
You have to go after her.
You move towards the exit as someone calls to you, using the fake name you gave when you ordered, and says that your lunch order is ready. You leave without acknowledging them. There's no time.
Y/n is in danger.
Every car alarm on the street goes off at once.
You bump into Meliodas.
"Move."
"Where's y/n?" Meliodas asks.
Lights explode in every building and broken glass rains down onto the street.
"Where's Merlin?"
And there she is.
"Y/n's been kidnapped. How quickly can you get us to the Demon Realm?"
Merlin looks at Meliodas. Meliodas nods.
And you're in the Demon Realm only seconds later.
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The Graveyard (Zeldris x Female Reader)
أدب الهواة(AU) You just wanted a nice relaxing beach day but nooooooo you had to get kidnapped by a cult and sacrificed to a demon prince. You're not dead. That's a start. But you would definitely prefer not to be naked. Stupid cults with their stupid rituals...
