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Fandom: Love Between Fairy and Devil
Characters: Dongfang Qingcang, Xiao Lanhua, Changheng
Rating: Explicit
Tags: Threesome, Sex, NSFW
A request from @cdrama-action for @livingmeatloaf. Thank you so much for the prompt!
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Here is another bit from the new fic I'm working on!
Dongfang sighs deeply. “Patience,” he finally says. “Patience, and trust. Those are fundamental to a marriage.”
The couple murmurs in response. “And you, my queen?” the woman asks. “Do you have any advice for me?”
There is a long pause as they look at Lanhua expectantly. Dongfang also turns to see her reaction, which is as cool as ever.
“I suppose you should enjoy the little things when you can,” she eventually replies.
“The little things?”
Lanhua lifts her chin at the prompt. Dongfang wonders if she will snap at them, or give one of her curt dismissals. “The little things,” she echoes, and he clenches his fist when the couple frowns in confusion. He’ll need to run interference for this, again, sighing to himself tiredly. These visits truly need to stop.
But to his surprise, she continues, “For instance, the Moon Supreme once made me soup.”
His mouth opens slightly at the memory. Meanwhile, the couple chuckles as they look at each other warmly. “I would never have imagined the Moon Supreme making soup,” Jin Fu says. “What a wonderful treat that must have been.”
“It was terrible, but a kind act all the same.”
He can feel heat flush on his neck, so Dongfang clears his throat and says, “That was a long time ago.”
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I started writing a new LBFAD fic, since I've been craving some good angst lately. It's coming along nicely, so here is a little bit that I've been working on:
He is not surprised when Xunfeng finds him later, drinking alone in his room. Dongfang gestures for his brother to join him at the table next to the balcony, where he and Lanhua had stood and watched the skies many, many nights together.
The room is dimly lit, his clothes exchanged for leisure robes that hang on his broad frame. The royal bedchamber is lush, filled with expensive fabrics and overstuffed furniture, the huge bed the centerpiece of it all. Only a select few of the lamps are lit, keeping the room in relative darkness, just as Dongfang likes it. It seems less empty when he can’t see how large the room is at night.
He pours himself another glass from the third bottle of ale, setting up another for Xunfeng as his brother takes his seat. “I suppose Shangque sent you?” he asks gruffly.
“It isn’t difficult to guess how you spend your evenings.” Xunfeng looks down at his glass with a frown. “Particularly on the first of the month.”
“You should remind me to do away with the practice,” Dongfang grumbles. “Isn’t that your job as my advisor?”
Xunfeng folds his arms. “I have. And you insist on keeping it. Or are you so drunk already you don’t remember?”
Dongfang chuckles to himself. “That sounds about right. Old habits die hard.”
They sit in semi-companionable silence as Xunfeng watches Dongfang slowly finish the bottle. The Moon Supreme can tell his brother has something to say, so finally he snaps, “Go on. Give your lecture.”
“Lecture?”
“Don’t you want to say, ‘I told you so’? Or have you done that already and I’ve forgotten?”
“I’m not going to say that,” Xunfeng replies harshly. “But—you have to admit you can’t go on like this.”
Dongfang’s hand pauses as he picks up the glass. “Go on like this?” he laughs humorlessly. “This is my fate. No, wait! Love is not fate.” He holds up a finger, looking at Xunfeng a bit wobbly. “This is my choice. I chose this.”
“You chose the fairy goddess. Not this. Not—”
“Stop.” Dongfang’s command is laced with a warning as he points his finger at Xunfeng. “Watch what you’re about to say.”
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Seven by prolestari
Fandom: Love Between Fairy and Devil
Pairing: Dongfang Qingcang/Xiao Lanhua
Rating: Explicit
Tags: Modern AU, BDSM, Female domination, Sexual content
After a health scare, Dongfang Qingcang has exhausted everything he can think of to relieve stress. He takes a chance by hiring Xiao Lanhua, who as Miss Orchid promises to bring him the relief—and pleasure—he had never imagined possible.
Chapter 2 of my new fic based on a @cljprompts submission!
#lbfad#love between fairy and devil#dongfang qingcang#xiao lanhua#thirsty thursday#on a monday lol#fan fiction#seven
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Fandom: Nanatsu no Taizai/Seven Deadly Sins
Pairing: Merlin/Escanor
Rating: T
Summary: Escanor is a traveler trying to find a place to call his own. Merlin is a sorceress in need of some help. They strike a bargain that for Escanor will be one last job before being able to settle into the solitary life he craves. However, the mage is hiding as many secrets as he, and together they are drawn into a quest for the fate of Britannia itself.
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Seven
by prolestari
Fandom: Love Between Fairy and Devil
Pairing: Dongfang Qingcang/Xiao Lanhua
Rating: Explicit
Tags: Modern AU, BDSM, Female domination, Sexual content
After a health scare, Dongfang Qingcang has exhausted everything he can think of to relieve stress. He takes a chance by hiring Xiao Lanhua, who as Miss Orchid promises to bring him the relief—and pleasure—he had never imagined possible.
Chapter 1 of my new fic based on a @cljprompts submission!
#lbfad#love between fairy and devil#clj#dongfang qingcang#xiao lanhua#fanfiction#thirsty thursday#bdsm#fem domme
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Here is a sneak peek of my new fic! It's from the first chapter of the @cljprompts that I claimed. I will hopefully start publishing tomorrow, so be on the lookout!
For now it is strangely quiet. Nearing the end of the business day, his phone is actually silent and his email is organized into what can be done later. So he decides there is no better time and picks up the red envelope that Shangque had prepared for him. After all, from what he understood he would get to set the parameters of their meetings, and if things didn't work out then he could just write a check and forget the entire business.
Her name is Xiao Lanhua. She owns a business called the Arbiter, which is by reference and appointment only. Apparently in Shangque's search for alternative stress management, her name kept coming up in the circles of the elite. A candid picture is included, but the sunglasses and hat she wears obscures most of her features. There is a background check that is clean and a run down of her known addresses, an apartment and her studio, and a few notes on recommendations from other clients.
He turns to a profile on the business, his brows raising slightly. Dongfang is aware of the nature of her work, but this is surprising. First is a list of preparatory items, questions to think about and be ready to answer at their first appointment. He reads through them with a half-smirk on his face.
What is your threshold for pain?
Do you find pleasure in service?
How many sexual partners have you had?
He tosses the folder back on his desk with a huff. Maybe this is a mistake.
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The Queen's Daughter [7]
Fandom: Nanatsu no Taizai/Seven Deadly Sins
Characters: Elizabeth Liones, Meliodas (King, Diane, Merlin, Mael, Ban)
Tags: Drama, Mystery, Post-Canon, Reference to canon character death, AU-Canon divergence
Summary: The Holy War is over, the Demon King is defeated, and Elizabeth reigns as queen of Liones. And yet, Meliodas can feel that there is something wrong.
Now finally complete! Link under cut.
#nnt#nanatsu no taizai#elizabeth#meliodas#finish your fucking fics february#after three long years!#please enjoy#thank you to everyone who read this fic#the queen's daughter
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Fandom: Nanatsu no Taizai
Pairing: Zeldris/Gelda
Rating: Explicit
Summary: When Zeldris is stationed with the Vampire Clan, he meets Gelda, the king's daughter. A passion ignites between them that threatens to bring down the uneasy alliance between Demons and Vampires.
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Fandom: Boku No Hero Academia
Rating: T
Pairing: Bakugou Katsuki/Uraraka Ochako
Tags: Romance, Fluff, Oneshot, High School
The first time they kissed, it was a mistake. But then each kiss after that brings a change to Bakugou and Uraraka that they never expected.
#bnha#boku no hero academia#kacchako#bakugou katsuki#ochako uraraka#fic back friday#fan fiction#100 kisses
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Mission End
by prolestari
Resident Evil 4 | Oneshot | Rated T
Summary: Ashley can't sleep. Now neither can Leon.
Read below or on AO3
Leon wakes to the sound of the phone ringing. He sits straight up in bed, shaking off a dream that is already fading as he reaches for the bedside lamp. A moment later the room glows with a warm light as he blinks to refocus. The buzzing continues, his hand hesitating over the phone that sits next to him. It's not the landline, he realizes.
He rolls to the side and grabs his cell from the other table. There's no issue with waking someone else up; the bed next to him is empty like always. Leon doesn't have time for such things these days, if he was even interested.
“Hello?” He clears his throat when he hears how scratchy his voice is. “Kennedy,” he tries again.
“Hi.” The voice on the other end is female and familiar. “Leon? Is that you?”
“Yeah?”
“Hi,” she says again. “Hi. It's me. Ashley.”
Oh. Leon rubs his forehead to brush away the last of the cobwebs. “Is everything alright?”
“Yeah. I just can't sleep.” Leon frowns and she hurries on, “I'm sorry. I know it's late, but you said to call anytime and—”
“No, no. It's okay.” He sighs and looks at the bedside clock. The numbers glow 2:17 for a second before switching to 2:18. “Everything's good?”
“I have a question for you.”
Leon clears his throat. “Okay?”
“You've done this before. Right?”
For a moment he's not sure what she means. Make a phone call in the middle of the night, scared and desperate for another voice? Not be able to sleep after getting back home, seeing the impossible when you close your eyes? Or save a girl who is then plagued by nightmares? The answer to all of those happens to be yes, so he leans back against the headboard, tugging briefly on the pillow against his back before relaxing as much as he’s able.
“Yeah,” he answers. “I have.”
“How did you do it?” Ashley's voice is small, too small for his liking. She had been nothing but a scared kid when he first found her, but by the time they escaped she had hardened enough to be a survivor. Leon thinks of another little girl that needed rescuing, one that also walked away seemingly easily with a cold light in her eyes.
But Sherry had been much younger, still able to feel her small hand in his as she skipped on their walk from Raccoon City, until FEMA had found them. Kids are resilient. That’s what everyone kept repeating, and what Leon let himself believe for her sake. She probably didn’t understand half of what had happened anyway.
Ashley is a young adult. She’ll have questions, she’ll remember clearly what happened. Of course she would be more affected.
Idiot, he chastises himself silently. “Do what?” Leon asks out loud.
Ashley sighs. ”Every time I close my eyes, I see... you know.“
”Yeah.“ Leon closes his eyes for a moment as if to prove it. ”Yeah, I get you.“
”I just need to know how you do it.“
Leon tucks the phone under his chin and folds his arms. ”It gets easier,“ he assures her. It's a lie, but all he can think of to say.
”I went outside today!“ Ashley's voice suddenly brightens, and he wonders if she is holding back tears. ”I haven't been since getting released from the hospital. My doctor says I need to try to so I went to the drug store.“
”That's good.“ Leon tries to sound reassuring. ”How did it go?“
”It uh...“ Ashley laughs. ”Someone slammed a door and I hit the deck. Pretty embarrassing.“
Leon smiles sadly. ”Happens to a lot of people.“
”I don't like the Secret Service. They all have guns.“
“It's for your protection,” he assures her.
“I know,” she says quickly. “Just don't like it, that's all.”
There is an awkward silence as Leon tries to find something else to say. He's the last person that should be reassuring her that things are fine, and he suspects if her father knew they were on the phone he'd hit the roof. It's also against about six protocols for him to even be taking this call; agents aren't supposed to stay in contact with anyone from previous assignments.
Again he thinks of Sherry, a weird twinge in his chest. “Just keep doing what the doctors tell you,” he says. “Just, you know, do your best. It'll get easier.”
“Can I see you?”
Leon winces.
“It's probably not a good idea—”
“I'm actually not in the city right now,” he replies. Another lie.
“Oh! Okay.” Does she sound relieved? Maybe. “That makes sense. You're probably swamped with work anyway. And I'm calling so late. You were sleeping, right? I'm sorry.”
The emotion is returning to her tone, and Leon tries to think of what to do. It's best to just end this call, but he's finding it harder than it should be. The irony of having another girl now dependent on him is bitter.
“Try to get some sleep if you can,” Leon finally says. “Maybe turn the TV on or something.”
“Yeah. Okay, I'll do that.”
His heart sinks to hear her voice so disappointed, but then Ashley asks, “Can I call you again? If I need to?”
“Yes,” he replies. “Whenever you need to, you can call me.”
“Okay.” She breathes a sigh that sounds like relief. “Bye, Leon. Thanks.”
The line clicks before he can give his own goodbye. He looks at the clock that now reads 2:33 with a huff. Leon gets up to run some water on his face, stopping to crack the window before he turns off the lamps and climbs back into bed.
He stares at the ceiling, knowing it will be impossible to sleep now.
#resident evil#re#re4#resident evil 4#leon kennedy#ashley graham#oneshot#just a little thing#fan fiction
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The Wish [9]
Fandom: Devil May Cry
Characters: Dante, Vergil, Nero, V, Lady, Eva, Sparda, OC
Rating: General
Tags: Family, Humor, Fluff, Angst, Typical demon hunting violence
Summary: A demon gives Dante the chance to have his greatest desires made real. When he finds himself in a seemingly idyllic life, all seems well until it starts to unravel. Will he sacrifice himself to save the family he lost, or will he choose to give them up for the truth?
Now Posted: The final chapter, now completed after a three-year hiatus.
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Chapter 9: The Past Returns, Again
Dante is shaken awake, jolting out of a deep sleep. “Huh?” he grunts as his eyes blink open, rolling to find Lir gripping his arm.
“Dante,” she says worriedly. “You need to see this.”
He sits up as she grabs the remote control, turning up the volume on the small television in their motel room. The news is on—breaking news, as evidenced by the large red letters that splash across the chyron.
He slides to the end of the bed where Lir sits, and the two are silent as they watch the report next to one another. “—National Guard, although there is still no indication if this is a domestic or foreign terrorist. Evacuations continue for the uptown area, and all citizens are urged to take shelter. Mayor Morrison has asked everyone to avoid the roads so that emergency services—”
“What's going on?” Dante finally asks.
Lir changes the channel to another newscast. This one has footage from a helicopter, and his eyes go wide as he recognizes the huge tower now standing in the center of several city blocks, reaching two or even three hundred stories tall. “Temen-ni-gru?“ he groans to himself.
”So it is connected. Is it your father?“ Lir turns to him worriedly. ”The reports are saying...“
Her voice fades and he swallows uneasily. ”I need to call Vergil.“
His brother picks up on the first ring. ”What the hell?“ he shouts. ”What the hell did you do?“
”It's the old man,“ Dante growls. ”You think I'd do this shit? He's raised the damn portal, just like you tried to do.“
Vergil goes quiet for a moment before asking, ”I did? Why?“
”For some bullshit power. But I don't think that's his plan.“ Dante sighs as he glances back at the television. ”Can you meet me there?“
Lir insists on going too, even though he tries to put his foot down. But she won't be left behind, so they climb into the car together before Dante begins to maneuver through the busy streets. Luckily most people are trying to get away from the tower, not go towards it like him, and it takes just a short drive to get as far as they can before hitting a roadblock.
Dante throws the car into park and gets out, remembering to bring Rebellion this time. ”Stay here,“ he orders.
”And get eaten by some demon? No way.“ Lir quickly scurries out behind him, picking up a piece of broken rock on the ground to hold as a weapon. It would make him laugh if it wasn't so ridiculous.
Honestly she's probably just as much in danger here than with him, so Dante just grumbles as she follows. The ground is broken beneath their feet, the force of the tower ahead having broken the concrete as it rose. Buildings on either side are in various states of brokenness, giving the place the look of some dystopian nightmare. Abandoned cars lay along the sides of the road, and Dante is grateful that there aren't any corpses on the ground.
His pocket buzzes and they stop as he fishes out his phone. ”Vergil?“
”Where are you?“
Dante looks around. ”Uh, looks like what used to be 30th Street?“
Vergil sighs. ”We're on the other side. I'll meet you inside the tower.“
”Okay, but Verge—“
The call ends before he can finish, and Dante curses as he stuffs the phone back in his pocket. ”You still good?“ he asks Lir as they start off again.
”Yeah,“ she replies, her voice shaking with nerves.
It's not until they are nearly at the entrance that they begin to encounter the first demons. Dante dispatches them easily, his muscles slightly sore from the fights the night before but thankfully remembering his maneuvers easily. It's much quicker to kill the demons with Rebellion, and he can't help but smile to himself when he catches Lir watching with awe.
Once the place is cleared of the demons he gives her a wink. ”Easy as pie,“ he says.
Lir laughs, making his skin heat, and together they head inside. The memory of the tower comes flooding back, and he looks over his shoulder, half expecting Lady to come busting through on a motorcycle. Instead, they enter the main hall and hear two voices arguing.
Vergil and Mary are there, along with the boys. ”You're not going anywhere!“ Mary is shouting.
”I have to!“ Vergil insists. ”You have no idea what you're talking about.“
”Hey, hey,“ Dante says, quickly hurrying over to the bickering couple. ”Let's all calm down.“
”You.“ Mary pokes him in the chest hard, and Dante stumbles back a few steps. ”What the hell is wrong with you? What did you do to Vergil, and what the hell is all this, and why—“
Dante holds up his hands. “Look, I'd love to fill you in, but in a few minutes this place is going to be swarming with bad guys. So why don't you all go back to the car and wait, okay? I'll make sure nothing happens to Vergil.”
Vergil seems to scoff at this and Dante braces himself for an argument; at the same time, Mary opens her mouth to yell more, but is interrupted when Vitale says, “What is that thing?”
The group turns to see a huge, three-headed dog step through the entryway. “Get back!” Dante yells, throwing out one arm.
”Dante!“
He ignores Lir's startled cry as he steps forward. Out of the corner of his eye he sees Vergil matching pace with him, drawing Yamato out of its sheath. ”You sure about this?“ Dante asks. ”I've kicked its ass before. I can do it again.”
“I'm sure,” Vergil replies.
Dante takes a glance over his shoulder to see the others heading for cover behind a pillar. Relieved they are somewhat safe, he darts ahead, moving in an arc parallel to Vergil. Together they reach the Cerberus at the same time, and with an angry cry Vergil jumps as Dante goes low, both slashing at the monster.
They work together with amazing speed, and Dante even finds himself laughing as Vergil takes off one of the heads, his own Rebellion plunging through its heart underneath. The spray of blood is warm and familiar, and Dante wonders if it would have been like this, had he and Vergil been able to stick together back in his world. They really do make a great team, killing the Cerberus almost as quickly as it arrived, and when the beast finally falls to the ground in a heap they skid to a stop next to each other, both grinning wildly as they catch their breath.
“Jackpot!” Dante shouts, pumping his fist in the air.
He offers his fist to Vergil, who bumps it with his own after a moment's hesitation. “I forgot you used to say that,” he huffs.
Dante grins. ”Can't catch your breath, old man?“
”You wish.“
He hears his name and turns, and a moment later Lir is in his arms, pulling him into a kiss. Her lips linger on his for a long moment, making Dante feel like this is all worth it after all. When she finally pulls back, Lir is grinning, and he thinks he’s never seen anything so beautiful. ”That was incredible!“ she exclaims, her eyes bright as she looks him over. ”You're not hurt, are you?“
”Me? Nah.“ Dante grins as he slings an arm around her. Usually when he fights demons he's lucky if he gets a thank you; typically it's a bill for destroyed property and a few choice words from the client. But he feels a real sense of accomplishment as Lir presses against him, watching as Mary fusses over Vergil and the boys chat excitedly.
”That was so cool!“
”Did you see all the blood?“
”Dad, you took its head right off! How did you do that?“
Vergil looks confused, shaking his head as Mary presses her hands to his face. ”I...“ He scratches his head. ”I don't know.“
”Uncle Dante, that was amazing,“ Nero gushes. ”Can I try it next?“
”No,“ Mary and Vergil answer together.
The tower suddenly shakes, and they look up as dust falls from the ceiling. ”We need to get going,“ Dante says as Vergil nods. He pulls Lir away and presses a kiss to her forehead. ”Just stay with the others, please? We need to get the old man back.“
”Dante...“
She definitely wants to protest, but Mary takes her arm. ”Let's leave it to them,“ she says. ”I think I've had enough demon hunting for one lifetime.“
Dante snorts, and with the boys protesting that they want to go too, the twins head to the staircase that leads to the upper floors. It has been years since he navigated the tower, and his memory fails once or twice as they take a wrong turn. But it mostly comes back as he reaches familiar areas, and he and Vergil easily take care of the demons that pop up in the hallways as they head towards the top of the tower.
When they reach the library, Dante feels a bout of trepidation, remembering when he left Lady there to confront Vergil. But this time it's different; his brother is beside him, not ahead, and his nerves strangely settle as they step out onto the platform on the highest level of the tower.
Sparda is there, as expected. He watches a spell that swarms in the air ahead, strange writing and patterns swirling in a glowing green. ”Yo, pop!“ Dante shouts, and Sparda jumps. ”What the fuck, man?“
He turns with a furious look on his face. ”What are you doing here? Go home!“
”You destroyed the city!“ Vergil fumes, stalking ahead until he can grab the front of their father's shirt. ”What is this? You raised a demon tower? What is wrong with you?“
”I did it for you boys,“ Sparda argues, shrugging out of Vergil's grip. ”Dante is right. It's too dangerous to let these portals exist. Mundus can break through at any time.“
”So what's the plan?“ Dante sighs, slinging Rebellion over his shoulder. ”Gonna draw him out and fight him?“
”No,“ Sparda replies. He swallows thickly as he presses his lips together tightly before responding, ”I'm going to go and defeat him.“
”You're what?“
”I'm going back to Hell,“ Sparda repeats. ”I need to finish what I should have done years ago.“
Vergil frowns but Dante laughs. ”Yeah, you're not doing shit.“
”Dante—“
”I don't need to tell you what a huge mistake that plan is, right?“ Dante asks. ”Because of all the ideas that the Spardas ever had, this is probably the dumbest.“
Sparda bristles a bit but Vergil shakes his head. ”Dad. You can't... What about mom?“
Their father shifts uncomfortably. ”She'll have you boys, and—“
”Are you crazy?“ Dante's voice shakes with anger, his temper flaring as he continues, ”You know what happened last time you took off? Mom died. Demons showed up at our house and burned it to the ground. Vergil and I were nearly killed. And not just us, Dad.
“You know how many families lose people with the demons running around? What it does to this city? Fuck, there's a goddamn cult that starts up and tries to breed it's own damn demons, because you left! You can't keep doing this. You can't keep...”
Sparda's expression is pure shock, and Dante grits his teeth, trying to get a hold of his emotions. “This isn't going to end the way you want it to,” he finally finishes.
His father looks at him sadly. “Dante...” Sparda winces and looks between the two brothers. “Vergil. I never wanted this curse to land on your shoulders.”
“Then don't leave,” Dante says. “Your leaving is what starts everything.”
Sparda nods before turning back to the spell. He lifts an arm and begins to chant, but before he can contain the magic a demonic voice sounds through the tower, making even the walls shake.
“Sparda. Finally.”
“What is that?” Vergil asks wildly.
But Dante and Sparda exchange a glance as a burst of power comes from below. They back up as the runes grow bright, then blood red, before exploding in a shower of stars. Dante holds up his arm to shield his eyes, Vergil doing the same. But Sparda stands unmoving as a huge, winged figure is revealed in the wake of the broken spell.
It stands at least twenty feet tall, its wings opening to nearly the width of the tower. “Mundus,” Sparda says with disgust. “So you've broken my seal.”
Mundus laughs, the noise like a growl. “It may have taken me three thousand years, but you could not escape me forever. Once you began your spell, I was ready with my own.”
“Shit, what do we do?” Vergil hisses.
Dante shakes his head but Sparda glances back at them over his shoulder. “Stay here,” he says. “This is my fight.”
“Like hell it is,” Dante argues. “We can help.”
But Sparda ignores them as he steps forward. His hair blows wildly behind him, his shirt flapping as magic swells around them. His palms glow as the power is rapidly drawn forth, and Vergil grips Dante's arm, both in question and in alarm.
The fight between the two demons is brutal. Magic sails between them in an elaborate dance that shakes the Temen-ni-gru and fills the air with electricity. The sons of Sparda can only watch as their father faces the King of Hell, holding onto each other to keep steady as the ground beneath them rocks with each attack.
It could have been ten minutes or ten hours, Dante could never tell. Never had he imagined such a display, even when he faced Mundus himself, even watching Nero take on the Savior, even when he and Vergil had their final, fateful fight. This is truly a fight between gods, and Dante can't help but feel a deep pride in his father's power, but also a deep sadness. He has the capability of saving the world, but only at the expense of his own family. How is any of this fair, to anyone?
The fight is nearly won, and Sparda opens the portal to Hell as Mundus staggers. Dante and Vergil brace themselves against the incredible winds that now swirl around the tower, watching in amazement as Sparda methodically takes down Mundus bit by bit.
So focused on defeating him, Sparda does not see the spear that appears just outside of the portal. Mundus is forced back, and as he steps into the portal his hand darts out to take hold of the demon weapon. Dante can see it clearly in his mind's eye: Mundus is defeated, being sent back to the demon world, but the spear will run Sparda through. But unlike when Dante did the same with Rebellion, this one will kill him.
With a cry he jumps forward, ignoring Vergil's shout as he steps into the fray. Sparda does not see him until the last second, no time to even say his name before Dante pushes him out of the way. The spear goes through his chest, making him stagger to the side, and the searing pain of the demon spear sparks a pain that he has never, ever experienced before.
Mundus is already disappearing as Dante falls to one knee. “Dante!” Sparda cries, grabbing his arm as Vergil hurries over to take the other. Dante leans forward, spitting out blood as he tries to take a breath, his lungs seared and bleeding, making it impossible. He falls backwards, the world slowing as the faces of his father and brother swirl overhead. At least they will be safe, he thinks, and then he remembers to wince as his head cracks on the ground.
“Dante? Dante!”
Someone is shaking him, and a bang brings him back to the present. Was that a dream? Is Lir shaking him awake in the motel room again? ”What?“ he rasps.
”Jesus Christ I thought you were dead. Fuck, get up.“
Nero's voice makes his eyes pop open. Slowly Dante sits up, his lungs tight as he presses a hand to his chest. There's no spear or hole, just his torn t-shirt and about a liter of blood all over him. He blinks the stars out of his vision and looks over at Nero, who is kneeling next to him. ”Must have really hit hard,“ Nero says. ”Damn, I've never seen you actually black out.“
”I what?“ Dante looks up, his vision swimming. ”Where's the queen?“
”Dead.“ Nero gives him a wink as he spins Blue Rose on his finger. ”Two bullets right between the eyes did the trick.“
”Did it...“ The dream is fading, just out of grasp, and Dante frowns. ”What the fuck happened to me?“
”Hell if I know. Come on, we should go.“
Nero hauls him to his feet and Dante stands awkwardly, trying to remember. ”Did... where's Mundus?“ he asks.
”Mundus?“ Nero makes a face. ”What made you think of that fucker? It was just a swarm. You sure you're okay?“
”Yeah, yeah...“ Bits and pieces come back: Vergil, Mary, the Temen-ni-gru. He looks at Nero and sees he is no longer a teenager. ”Yeah. Weird, weird dream or something while I was out.“
Nero laughs and claps him on the arm. ”Let's go get a drink.“
A week later, Dante sits at his desk, frowning down at the notebook on top. He had jotted down the bits of his dream he had remembered, but there was still so much that was missing. He had told Lady she was in his dream and that earned him a knock on the jaw, so the rest he had kept to himself, making notes on the shop and his parents and the fight on the tower. Dante couldn't seem to shake it, the dream clinging to his skin like the dampness after a shower.
Something was missing.
The bell above the door jingles, making him grit his teeth. Patty had put that up despite his specific instructions not to, and he had been meaning to take it down right after he checked on the seals in his dream. ”Yeah?“ he grouses.
Dante looks up to see a woman step through the door, looking around curiously. Her eyes fall on him and he sits up, wishing he was wearing a clean shirt. She has light hair, almost white, that frames her pretty face in a trendy little bob. Her outfit is casual but cute, and Dante notices right away how good the jeans look on her as she walks across the room towards his desk. And when she smiles at him in greeting, his heart jumps.
”Hi,“ she says. ”I'm looking for some help.“
”Help? I can help.“ Dante jumps up, sending his leather chair rolling, and he clears his throat as he steps around the desk. He offers her a smile as he leans one leg up against the edge, trying to look cool. ”What can I help you with?“
She looks him up and down. ”You, uh... work here?“ she asks skeptically.
”Not only that, but I own this place.“ Her brows draw in so he quickly straightens, deciding being professional will be better. ”I'm Dante,“ he offers, holding out his hand.
She still looks unconvinced but at least takes it. ”I'm Lir,“ she replies.
”What can I do for you, Lir?“ he asks.
Lir smiles again, and he thinks it's the most beautiful thing he's ever seen in his entire life.
#dmc#devil may cry#dante#vergil#fanfiction#finish your fucking fic february#i did it! it's done!#three years later and i'm all finished#it's on ao3 too if you want to check it out there!#the wish
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Final chapter of my minibang fic finally done! Please enjoy!
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Fandom: Nanatsu no Taizai/Seven Deadly Sins
Rating: E
Characters: Gelda, Elizabeth (Goddess)
Tags: Romance, Fluff, Smut, First Time
When the goddess Elizabeth meets Gelda of the Vampire clan, she is overwhelmed by her grace and beauty. The two princesses strike up a friendship that quickly evolves into more, and Elizabeth discovers a side of herself she had never even dreamed of…
#nnt#nanatsu no taizai#fic back friday#gelda#elizabeth#wlw#fan fiction#sweet dessert#no need to know anything about nnt to read!
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Fandom: Nanatsu no Taizai/Seven Deadly Sins
Rating: General Audience
Tags: Modern AU, Disney AU, Fluff, Romance
Characters: Meliodas, Elizabeth, Estarossa, Diane, King, Ban, Elaine
Summary: Elizabeth gets a job working at Walt Disney World, and on her first day is saved from disaster by a mysterious blonde-haired stranger. Will she find out who he is and what he really wants?
#nnt#nanatsu no taizai#meliodas#nnt elizabeth#fanfiction#fic back friday#tomorrowland#i dont write fluff often so get it while it's hot#this story is almost seven years old!!!
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Fandom: Nanatsu no Taizai/Seven Deadly Sins
Rating: Explicit
Tags: AU, Angst, Forbidden love, Obsession
Characters: Meliodas, Zeldris, Estarossa, Goddess Elizabeth
Summary: Meliodas, Estarossa, and Zeldris head out into Britannia on a dragon hunt, but end up hunting something else entirely after encountering a goddess.
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So I decided to start featuring a fic from the past each Friday. Hopefully my followers and find something new-to-you to read! I'm going to randomly draw a story each week, but if anyone has a request for a certain type/character/fandom to suggest, feel free to inbox me. Look later today for the first fic!
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