From the darkness below (life can still rise)
Fandom: äøć¤ć®å¤§ē½Ŗ - é“ęØ央 | Nanatsu no Taizai | The Seven Deadly Sins - Suzuki Nakaba (Anime & Manga)
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Relationships: Diane/Fairy King Harlequin
Characters: Fairy King Harlequin, Diane (Nanatsu no Taizai)
Additional Tags: Post-Canon, Angst, Angst with a Happy Ending, Fluff, One Shot, king feels guilty about lots of stuff, diane doesnāt like that, king and diane dancing!, Dancing, Romantic Fluff, Zine, written for the SPECTRUM zine
Summary: King visits the ruins of the old Fairy Kingās Forest for the first time in years. The last time he went there he was a criminal and racked with guilt, and he couldnāt do anything to save the forest.
But this time, Diane is with him. And this changes everything.
Notes: hereās my piece for the Spectrum zine @spectrumnntzineā ! I got the promptĀ āblackā and wrote some Kiane. King suffer a little here but luckily, Diane is with him.Ā
When he lands, a cloud of ashes and dirt rises from the ground. King clenches his mouth as dust covers his shoes and pants with a thin dark layer, then starts to fall, slowly, to the earth. Around him, the ground is covered with black mud and rubble, all thatās left of what were branches and leaves. King shivers and forces himself to look around, letting his eyes wander over the desolation surrounding him. The burned forest hasnāt changed since last time he was here. Somehow, the trees still stand, raising their slender branches to the sky. The wood is dark and dry, and King feels like it would crumble into ashes under his fingers if he touched it. Below, the twisted roots sink into the arid ground. Dirt and cinder cover the earth, almost obscuring the spider-web of cracks stretched across it. In his mind, the resemblance is disturbingly fitting. After all, this wasteland is a place of death and misery - death of the vegetation that once ruled it, death of the wildlife that made its home here, death of the Fairies he failed to protect. The place is the rotting cadaver of his beloved forest. Nothing but a monument to his own failure.
āHarlequin?ā Dianeās voice is as soft as the gentle touch of her hand on his cheek. He breathes in and looks down to meet her eyes, loosening his grip on her. He was holding her tighter than he realized.
āSorry,ā he mutters as he buries his face in her hair. It feels nice and smells like flowers and hills, and it gives him an excuse to look away from the grim landscape around them.
Her head shakes slightly as she answers, āIām fine - are you alright?ā
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