You wake up still naked on an air mattress in a tent. Sunlight streams through the fabric. Zeldris pulls you closer to him. He's snoring lightly. You feel safe and sleepy. For the first time this week, you're not in any pain or danger. It's just you and him sharing a pair of sleeping bags that have been zipped together. No sense of impending doom from a ritual. No stalker ex. No psychotic demons who want to torture and kill you. It's peaceful, it's quiet, and it's comfortable.
You wrap an arm around him and snuggle closer, then you close your eyes and breathe in his scent. He smells like a mix of man smell and... you know exactly where you are. You've been coming to this place since before you can remember. Zeldris smells like himself and like the lake at Driftwood Provincial Park. It has a distinctive smell. Well, okay, all lakes have a distinctive smell. That's how you know you are where you are.
Between the scent of the water, the rustling of the leaves in the wind, and having Zeldris there, your eyelids grow heavy. Soon enough, you're asleep again.
Zeldris is awake when you reawaken. You kiss him. He weaves his fingers into your hair and kisses you back.
"Should we pick up where we left off last night?" he asks.
"Probably not," says a voice outside. The voice sounds familiar.
The door to the tent is opened and a pair of hands throw two sets of clothes inside. Zeldris looks annoyed, but starts dressing. He's wearing jeans and a maroon hoodie. You've never seen him look this casual, but you like it. You follow suit and put on a pair of jeans, a green tank top, and a black hoodie. When you've finished dressing, you follow him out of the tent.
Five of the Seven Deadly Sins, Lizzy, Galand, Melascula, Derieri, and Monspeet are standing near the firepit.
Melascula, Lizzy, and Galand are already drinking. Galand has a keg going and he seems to be knocking it back as if it's a light beer. Melascula has an entire bottle of wine. Lizzy is drinking a can of vodka mixed drink. Where did that gigantic cooler full of booze come from?
"Hey," Meliodas says.
Zeldris crosses his arms.
"What do you want?"
"To celebrate."
"I'm shocked you didn't drag your bar along."
"Oh, I did."
"Camping is supposed to be a quiet getaway."
"Then be quiet." Meliodas says with a smirk.
Zeldris doesn't respond.
"Anyway, we just stopped by to invite you to our victory party. The bar's just up at the group site..."
Zeldris still says nothing. Meliodas shrugs and turns away. The Sins leave with Lizzy.
"Shouldn't the rest of you be with your new king?" There's venom in Zeldris' voice.
Monspeet walks over to the cooler and cracks open a cold one before he responds.
"Oh, you mean the guy who took our commandments and told us to get lost? Yeah, I'm sure he'd love to hang out with us."
"You're awfully candid today."
"I'm not the Commandment of Reticence anymore."
"Y/n, come drink with us!" Melascula says. Her voice is slurring and her face is red. She's wasted.
Not wanting to get involved in whatever's going on with Zeldris, you walk over to where Melascula and Galand are standing and drinking. Melascula hands you a bottle of wine. It's a Moscato. You crack open the bottle and drink about a quarter of the sweet white wine. Melascula lets out a whoop. Galand comments on how you're drinking like a champ. You laugh and drink some more. This is sort of how camping went in your family. A bunch of people hanging out and cutting loose. There was usually lots of booze involved.
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The Graveyard (Zeldris x Female Reader)
Fanfiction(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...
