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“I don’t want you here,” Nero’s grandmother said. She ran a shaking hand through her hair and avoided Nero’s eyes.
Kyrie’s hand clenched around Nero’s. He knew without looking at her that her smile had taken on that pinched edge it always got when she couldn’t afford to be mad.
That was the thought that made his words come out steady. “I understand.”
His grandmother looked up at him and quickly glanced away again. Had she expected him to yell or fight her? He’d tried to tidy up before they left that morning, make himself look presentable.
This was almost worst than meeting Vergil for the first time. At least with Vergil, there had been other underlying issues. There was no excuse for Mrs. D’Angelo. She didn’t want to know him. It hurt—fucking hell, it hurt worse than he expected it to. But Nero could take it.
“I just want to know what happened to my mother,” Nero said.
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nero goes to find his mother with the help of his family
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something so beautiful (never be the same) by LostChanceTo
Fandoms: The Legend of Zelda & Related Fandoms, The Legend of Zelda: Breath of the Wild/Tears of the Kingdom
18 Jan 2026
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Link flinched back from whatever look Paya gave him, but reached forward again to cup her cheeks and smooth away her tears. Zelda settled to the floor next to them, on her knees in the dirt, and ever so carefully rested a hand on Paya’s shoulder.
“You’ve never seen me use my power like that, huh?” Zelda said, sounding vaguely self conscious. Paya looked at her, uncomprehending. “It’s a little intense, isn’t it?”
“Allergic,” Link said nonsensically, but Zelda nodded.
“Maybe,” she said, “what do you need, Paya? Water? A hug? Some space?”
Paya just looked at her. The Goddess made Hylian. The Goddess incarnate. The Goddess herself, bursting out of Zelda’s skin. Moved her eyes to Her chosen knight, Her hero. The cold steel of his eyes was gone, replaced by the gentle blue she had always known from him.
What was that?
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With the return of Zelda to Hyrule, Paya is tasked by her grandmother to remain by her side as she travels the remains of her Queendom. Which, between a budding relationship with Link and the strange movements of the Yiga, poses a much bigger challenge than expected.
Will she be able to keep Zelda safe? Or will Hyrule prove too dangerous for her?
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- Part 1 of stars falling (chase these golden days)
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“They do breaks now?” A plume of smoke went up from Pyke’s mouth. He turned on the too-big couch, which Rett had dragged into his workshop years ago specifically so that Pyke could luxuriate on it while Rett did all the hard work. Pyke preferred his own company, but he often found excuses to exist somewhere on Rett’s periphery. Rett had even installed a sunlamp for him, on a stand craning over the back of the couch because Pyke liked to spread out as far as he could go—Pyke had it on now, eyes half lidded as it warmed his bones. “That’s news to me.”
“Well, our last job together put me pretty high in the ranks,” Ophelia cautiously tapped at the screen with the scaled pad of one finger, “so I can afford to take breaks now.”
“So you’re playing hooky.” Rett could hear the grin in Pyke’s voice.
Ophelia glared at him. “I’m not playing hooky, Pyke.”
“That’s all well and good,” Rett interrupted, “but why are you two having this conversation in my workshop?”
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“Needed something?” Dante asked.
“Just looking in,” Lady said. “You haven’t called me up since the Savior Incident—thought I’d swing by, see what you were trying to hide.”
“Just drinking,” Dante said, even though Lady had kinda figured that was what he was doing. It was the wrong time of year for it, though. All Dante’s worst anniversaries were sort of clumped together.
Lady looked around at the bottles. She nudged one with her finger, watched as it toppled over on the wooden floor. Dante didn’t seem drunk still, which meant that despite the number of bottles surrounding them, they hadn’t had a high enough alcohol content to keep him drunk through his little nap. Usually a good sign.
“I can’t let all these bottles go to waste,” Dante said after another moment.
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lady and dante talk
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if i get in the way just once in a while by LostChanceTo
Fandoms: Legends of Avantris (Web Series)
28 Dec 2025
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“Are you sure you do not remember any?” Sarnax asked, leaning closer, light swinging in Shepherd’s face.
Shepherd nudged the lantern away. Sarnax’s head tilted, but he lowered it again, replacing it on the ground between them. Shepherd knew if anyone else had dared touch it, Sarnax wouldn’t have been so polite. He’d seen the Drakona near break the wrist of the last man to touch his lantern.
“There was one,” Shepherd admitted, “ain’t his poem though—said he learned it from a ol’ cowgirl out in the dust. Can’t remember most of it, but there’s a few lines. . . I was telling of my troubles, some bad mistakes I’d made, that my dreams of being a top cowgirl were startin’ to fade. The cowboy looked at me and said with a sort of smile, ‘A sorry hand is in the way all the time, a good one just once in a while.”
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shepherd and sarnax spend a night under the stars. title from To Be A Top Hand by Georgie Sicking
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Some part of him, buried deep in the ash of his body where the sun could never touch, had chafed with the idea of his father, a pride too hard-won to submit to that old, golden image Rett had painted of the man. Shepherd’s father, a rough man, a hard man, but one who put food on the table, who never raised hand nor voice against Shepard, who existed in the patches of Shepherd’s childhood memories—and Shepherd, too proud to follow in his father’s footsteps, too desperate to be different.
Where had that gotten him? In hell, with all the others who shared his skin and horns, instead of the soil of the Deep Mother’s embrace. Abe Solomon should be around here, somewhere, ready with a million jokes to lay claim to Shepherd’s lonely soul. Grinning Jack Booth was supposed to be here, too, somewhere, no doubt waiting patiently for his revenge against Shepherd.
James Morgan, too. Shepherd looks down at his hands. Brimstone Jim was supposed to be here somewhere.
“Fuck that,” Shepherd mutters as he stands.
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long after the events of dust to damnation, shepherd finally arrives in hell. title from In The Flood from the horizon forbidden west ost
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Vergil stared down at his book, but he wasn’t reading the words. On any other night, he would have already devoured the book and the information within.
Tonight, Vergil sat in an armchair in Nero’s house. It was so saturated with Nero’s power that Vergil almost wanted to tear the thing apart. It was only the knowledge of Fortuna’s precarious economic situation that kept Vergil from it, even as Nero’s children screamed and played with their granduncle Dante, filling the air with their shrill screams and Dante’s rich laughter. If Vergil was human—if he was still V—he might have gotten a migraine from all the noise.
Even the adults in the room were being loud. The women had all gathered on the other side of the living room, talking about something or other. The last Vergil had heard, they were discussing the best ways to kill a demon with no prep time.
The only quiet person in the house, aside from Vergil, was Nero. He sat at the coffee table by Vergil’s feet, his gun disassembled on the table in front of him. Vergil had been trying not to pay too much attention to him. He wasn’t sure what to say.
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vergil and nero talk
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waiting for the wind to wash the words away by LostChanceTo
Fandoms: Devil May Cry (Gameverse)
03 Nov 2025
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Nero blinked down at the top of Kyrie's head. He didn’t know what he had expected from her; she was his oldest friend, the only one to stand by him when he was angry and disruptive. Even his friends in the Order had distanced themselves after a while, too wary to be seen near a loose canon like Nero.
“Demons killed your parents.” Nero’s voice sounded small even to himself. Kyrie straightened off his shoulder with a heavy sigh, like the small movement took more effort than it actually did. Kyrie met Nero’s eyes, lips pursed. “They ruined your life.”
“They did,” Kyrie allowed, “they have nearly cost me everything.”
“Then how can you say we?” Nero looked down at his devil bringer, the glowing claws, the vibrant scales. He clenched it into a tight fist. “I am. . .”
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nero and kyrie talk after the savior incident. title from Skywriter by Dirt Poor Robins.
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Well, there was nothing for it. “I intend to take back Rosaria from Sanbreque.”
“Take back Rosaria,” Mother scoffed. “How childish. We must only ask and Rosaria will be returned to us.”
“Ask?” Joshua echoed. “Ask who, Sylvestre? Sanbreque? Ask them the way you asked for the death of my father, ten years ago?”
Mother’s expression closed off. She shifted her grip on the child in her arms and turned sharply. There was no maid nearby; the only person available to take Olivier from her was Clive. Joshua expected her to pick one son over the other—Joshua couldn’t remember a time when she had ever trusted Clive with something she considered precious.
To the shock of everyone, but none so much as Clive himself, Mother dumped her squirming two year old into Clive’s arms so she could continue to argue with Joshua.
“Everything I did, I did for you! I had your father killed to secure our place in an empire threatening to swallow us! Do you think that betrayal was nothing? Do you think I sacrificed nothing to keep you safe?”
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anabella schemes, joshua learns to be a prince, and clive's just along for the ride
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- Part 2 of ffxvi fix it au 👀
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“At least you’re acting like you normally do,” Sciel said, “I was going to go to Gustave about it, because he’s a lot better about these things than you are, but he’s weird too.”
“You’ve noticed?” Lune asked, straightening up in her chair. Her research promptly slipped from her mind as she focused on this new problem.
“He’s not experimenting anymore,” Sciel said, “and he’s not inviting me out to talk my ear off about whatever his apprentices are doing. Even back when he was dating Sophie for the first time, it was always gears this and chroma that. Well, not anymore, apparently. It’s like the drive’s all seeped out of him.”
“Yeah, he’s never here anymore,” Lune said, tilting her chin towards Gustave’s empty chair. “I’ve still got my research, but he’s. . . he’s been gone. Has he really been spending that much time with Sophie? I heard they were back together, but. . .”
“Not with Sophie,” Sciel said, “Maelle.”
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the world ends, starts again, changes irrevocably. lune adapts.
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i know pain is waiting there (but i am strong) by LostChanceTo
Fandoms: Clair Obscur: Expedition 33 (Video Game)
30 Jul 2025
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“I’m growing into my mother’s face,” Lune continued, reaching up with those slender fingers to touch the pictos on her cheek. “I hadn’t realized that I looked so much like her. I’d always thought I’d take more after my father; I’ve always been more like him, personality-wise. But looks—if I had another ten years, maybe, then. . . Sorry, you were—you wanted to relax?”
“I want you to relax,” Sciel said, taking the out gratefully, “though this is starting off suspiciously like it did when we were seventeen.”
Lune’s laugh seemed to startle even her. Sciel soaked up the sound, let it wash away her foul mood. “Do you want it to happen like it did when we were seventeen? I seem to remember how off-balance we both were.”
“I could think of a few better ways to handle you,” Sciel offered, resting a hand on Lune’s thigh, “if you let me.”
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sciel and lune take a moment after defeating both axons
title from Youth by Elsa Gilow
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the blessed meeting of the sea and land by LostChanceTo
Fandoms: Compilation of Final Fantasy VII, Final Fantasy VII Remake (Video Game 2020)
21 Mar 2025
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“You fell into mako?” Tifa asked. That was new. That was different from last time.
“The doctor said I’m lucky not to be poisoned,” Cloud told her. He pointed at his face with the hand that wasn’t holding Tifa up. “It messed up my eyes, though.”
His eyes were blue, with a few swirls of Lightstream green. The same as they had been after Hojo’s experiments. Tifa leaned in to stare at them, ignoring Cloud’s cheeks turning a splotchy red. Yes, they were exactly the same. The Planet had returned his enhancements to him, hopefully without the side effect that was Sephiroth’s repeated attempts to regain a foothold in -
Sephiroth. Sephiroth was alive.
“What was the dream about?” Cloud asked.
“We went to Midgar,” Tifa said quietly, unable to not tell him, “and we met a flower girl. And when she died, the world ended.” She turned her head away from him, the horrible, possessive words squeezing out of her lips where Aerith finally couldn’t hear them. “She was ours. And we just. . . she was ours.”
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tifa wakes up in the past, cloud promises to figure out what happened, and in the periphery, aerith and zack scheme
tile from Sea and Land by Herbert J. Hall
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- Part 1 of It is a common thing, but seldom sung
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i'm a winged insect (you're a funeral pyre) by LostChanceTo
Fandoms: Final Fantasy VII Remake and Rebirth (Video Games 2020-2024), Compilation of Final Fantasy VII
09 Mar 2025
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Tifa looked up and found Cloud’s eyes closed. He held her hand between both of his own, cradled close to his lips like it was a holy object. His breath ghosted over the drying blood on her skin. The zombies shuffled after them. She couldn’t see Mom anymore.
“Please, Aerith,” Cloud prayed over and over in a terrified loop. “Save Tifa, please Aerith, we’re not going to make it.”
Beside them, a handful of green particles swirled into existence. The zombies were closer now—Tifa had been bitten, she recognized distantly. The injury was bad; the change would be quick. Then she would be with her mother again and everything would be fine.
The world lit green as the particles collided. Tifa flinched back, eye squinting almost shut. When her vision adjusted, she stared up in wonder.
A woman floated above them. She wore a pink dress and had long, wavy hair that floated around her. She stood between the two of them and the horde. With a graceful motion, she made the zombies simply disappear.
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when tifa is seven, cloud calls down a goddess to save them from a zombie horde. the goddess gives tifa one job: survive.
title from Take Me Back to Eden by Sleep Token. can be read as a standalone
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- Part 2 of It is a common thing, but seldom sung
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Most of the visitors spread across the room, but two sets of heels and one of boots moved to stand before Wyvern. One set of heels lingered to the right, but the other set and the boots moved in front of Wyvern.
“Why is he on the floor?” Mother said from the right. Wyvern grit his teeth. He knew her voice better than any other. “Get him up.”
“But he’s – I mean, yes, your eminence.” The swords left his neck. Wyvern had only the chance to take a single breath before an armored hand closed around the back of his collar. The hand heaved him up to his knees.
Wyvern kept his head determinedly lowered as he choked, eyes on the floor. His mother had brought some sort of guest with her. Was she going to sell him off again?
If she was selling him, that meant he might have a better chance of escaping from his new masters than he did from Sanbreque itself.
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title from A Flower in the Burn Scar by Rick Anderson
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- Part 1 of ffxvi fix it au 👀
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Leo watched it all. She learned their habits the same way she learned everything else; she mimicked them. Vegetta showed her how to fight. Leo threaded her fishing pole the way he showed them, attached the sinker and swivel, pressed the bait into the sharp end of the hook. Foolich showed her how to play. Leo shakily cast her line into the water the same way Foolich did, smiling the same way he did when Vegetta laughed and demonstrated again how to do it.
She soaked in their actions like a sponge. She scrambled to catch up to them, to learn what they knew, to find her footing between her two fathers.
One day, her hands would be as large as theirs. One day, she was going to have thick callouses like they had. One day, she was going to be rich and brave and beautiful and she would be the one to protect her fathers.
She closed her eyes and took a breath. Her grip tightened on the handle of the fishing pole. She exhaled, the wishes clenched between her closed teeth, and cast her line.
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Leo fishing with her loved ones over the past year. Written for Chronicles: A QSMP Egg Zine!
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- Part 8 of qsmp one shots
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Empanada woke up slowly, blinking up at the rocky ceiling of her bedroom. Aside from her owls, her pets slept soundly, filling the small space with the sound of their cute snores.
It was another day on this mortal coil. Another day in armor that was too tight and too heavy, with weapons whose handles were too big for her little hands.
She fumbled around for her communicator and peered at the too-bright screen. Eomma Tina’s status was active. She was worth leaving bed for, surely. Empanada shoved away her blankets and tied her pink and black hair up into a careless ponytail. As for clothes. . .
The sun wasn’t even up yet; as cold as it was down here, it was probably just as cold outside her Mamãe's house. She grabbed some thick leggings and a floor length brown skirt. She pulled on a fake button up (its buttons were magnets!) and then a peachy cardigan over it. Good enough.
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Empanada spends the day with her moms. Written for Chronicles: A QSMP Egg Zine
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- Part 7 of qsmp one shots
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Dear lover;
(There was a great deal of fluff here that Jill skipped over, cheeks burning. She did not want to know of some woman’s tender breasts and white, unbroken skin, nor did she want to know of what exactly this man would do to the areas no decent man would touch outside of their marriage bed.)
Our time here is short. I have done what I can from my end. My people move on the Gate; ensure your husband and firstborn arrive when you say they will. As promised, your secondborn will be safe. The IK has been in contact; they will march on RC on the agreed upon date.
In Greagor’s Name,
Sylvestre--
joshua's first foray into politics, jill finds an injured stolas, and clive runs for help
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oh the sweetness of the first breath drawn! by LostChanceTo
Fandoms: Final Fantasy VII Remake and Rebirth (Video Games 2020-2024), Compilation of Final Fantasy VII
26 Jul 2024
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“What do your services cost, Strife?” Rufus Shinra tried again, and Cloud was pulled from his Zack related musings. He couldn’t allow himself to be distracted by Zack, even if he was so close that Cloud’s skin burned with the need to go to him.
“More than you can afford,” Cloud said.
“Try me.”
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cloud, on the run from shinra after murdering director scarlet, stumbles across the enemy and his long lost boyfriend. he fucks one to taunt the other – probably should have switched who was who, though.
replacement scene in ch13 of blessed meeting. can be read as a stand alone fic
title from Land and Sea by Herbert J. Hall
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- Part 3 of It is a common thing, but seldom sung
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what's true of labyrinths is true, of course, of love and memory by kpopbob (LostChanceTo) for oceantides
Fandoms: QSMP | Quackity SMP
10 Jul 2024
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Niki had friends in the village, friends who would lend themselves to her cause, and all she would have to do was ask. At a word, they would be up in arms with her, ready to ferry her up the mountain and into the palace of the gods. They would stand at her side and at her back. They would face the end of the world with her, bring down the god home from the sky, lay low the gods on the earth and flood the oceans with their golden ichor. They could do all this and more.
Rivers would have delighted to lure them into her streams and kill them slow. Lenay would have drowned them in her oceans. Etoiles would do his part with only the strength in his very human hands, and he would be more effective than three years of useless killings.
If Mouse was here, she would have torn them from the sky herself. She would have been glorious, golden blood in her hair and teeth, eyes glowing that odd pinkish color they sometimes took on in the right lighting. She would have destroyed them with her bare hands and she would not have stopped even if they had begged for mercy.
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aka a Niki/Mouse goddess au. written for the MCYT Summer of Yuri
title from Any fool can get into an ocean. . . by Jack Spicer
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- Part 6 of qsmp one shots
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Flick. Middle to yellow.
Stupid. He should have just gone with Mazey. What was he thinking? Obviously following Ivy’s desires like a lost puppy was a waste of time. Who did he think he was? Who did he think she was?
Flick. Ring to red.
No, no, he was Fabian Aramais Seacaster, the future of dance, if he wanted to do snuff in his bedroom with a pretty classmate, then he could very well do snuff in his bedroom with a pretty classmate! Who was going to stop him?
Flick. Middle to blue.
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fabian plays finger twister by himself. takes place after the first party of the year