#danladyweek

[aoflameandco]

DanLady Week 2025

Day 6. Actors AU

"Tell us about your character!"

Based on this cast interview

[stingingcake]

Hybrid Moments Comic!

So the fanfic I base this on will be coming out soon! I wasn't sure if I'd get this done in time, but I've been wanting to make a story that makes sense with the canon time line ever since I realized that "who's your daddy" didn't make sense timeline wise. So yeah, post DMC 3 Dante and Lady take care of Nero. Somehow I avoid repeating myself.

Here's the fic: HYBRID MOMENTS

KOFI

[dantelady-office]

Hello, everyone!

We're happy to announce that DanLady Week 2025 will be happening November 24th — 30th on both Tumblr and Twitter!

In honor of the 20th anniversary of Dante and Lady's bond we invite you to take some inspiration from the prompts list above.

We've worked hard on choosing them: after voting, the most popular options were included, but there's a free day - to use your creativity wothout any limits!

Before diving into work, please, take in account the following rules and guidelines:

we welcome all flavors of DanLady: dmc3, dmc4, dmc5, ndmc, dmc 2007 and etc. – let’s show love to them all

you can contribute with any type of media/creations – arts, fanfics, edits, gifsets, headcanons, graphics – everything is fine as long as it features DanLady

all content must be original work created solely for the event, please refrain from using AI

your work must focus largely on DanLady, but it’s okay to include other characters/side ships

your submission must not contain ship/character bashing

all the prompts can be interpreted in any way and not always literal

there are 3 prompt types for each day, but it’s up to you to use only one or merge them together

nsfw submissions are acceptable but make sure to mark your work appropriately

late entries are welcome too

make sure to tag your works with #danladyweek so we won’t miss your contribution

Do let us know if you have any questions or concerns! We appreciate everyone’s support!

Let’s have fun and enjoy DanLady anniversary!

[icequeenoriginal]

Author’s Note: Time for Day 3.

Danlady week Day 3,: Mission Goes Wrong/“Anyone touches her in this world, and you’ll die in that one.” (Prompts by @dantelady-office)

Trigger Warnings: Blood mentioned, stabbing mentioned cursing

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It was supposed to be a slam dunk mission.

It was supposed to be easy.

Nothing bad was supposed to happen.

All they were supposed to do was empty out a warehouse of a few Riots, that what was described by the client. Morrison even said that they should be in and out in a flash.

So why, why is she on the ground and why was there so much blood?

It’s my fault, Dante thought as he tried to slash through the hordes and hordes of demons piling onto pouring out from the portals. I should have been paying more attention, this was obviously a trap.

He should have been paying more attention to his surrounds. He should have been behind her instead of going ahead. He should have been the one to have take the stab, not her.

He had bet that he could defeat all the Riots before she could, and ran into the warehouse before she had a chance to respond. He was so focused on win his own dumb bet, that he didn’t even notice the portals opening around him.

But Lady had.

She ran over, trying to get his attention to the large demon rising out of one of the many portals suddenly opening, while also eliminating a bunch with her own guns. Unfortunately, the gun hire only served for the demon to to turn its attention to her and black tendril shot out of the portals, stabbing her in the side.

Dante tried to cut it as quickly as he could, but it had already cut right through her. He watched her fall, groaning in pain.

And there was just so much blood.

“LADY!” was all he could shout before the demons piled onto him, tearing at his clothes and skin, hoping to get even a drop of his blood.

Sadly for them, before his coat can get too damaged, Dante transform into his Devil Trigger form, blasting away the demons and slashing through them as they try to attack.

And let’s give her credit where it is due, Lady may be on the ground bleed but she is still firing at any demon that crosses her eye sight, clutching her wounded side.

Dante flies over her and asks “Lady, you okay?”

Lady kids “Don’t worry about me, it’s not that deep of a cut.”

“But there so much—”

“I SAID DON’T WORRY! Deal with that!” She points to the large demon crawling its way out of the largest portal.

“Son of Sparda! Give yourself over to me and I will let the woman go! I will close the portals, with the two of us on the other side!”

Dante said nothing, the only noise he made was the flapping of his wings.

“If you refuse, I will have no choice but to have my minions kill her!”

Dante scoffs “Trust me, you already put your hands on her in this world, so you’re going to die in that one.”

“SILENCE! YOU CANNOT DEFEAT ME!”

Dante didn’t dignify that with a responds. Instead, he kicks the large demon in the face before knocking its body back into hell. As it tries to recover, he stabs Rebellion in its face, and flies out of the portal before it closes as its creator dies.

He makes quick work of the rest of the demons, double checking that there are no portals left before turning back to normal.

Lady sits up, trying to calm her breathing.

“Here.” Dante says as he hands her a piece of his shirt “The demons ripped it apart. Seems like a better tourniquet than your hand.”

“Thanks.” Lady winces as she wraps the shirt around her side. Hopefully, I won’t need stitches, that would be very inconvenient.

“Can you walk? Does it hurt? Do you—”

“Dante.” Lady’s tone was sharp “Stop panicking. I’m okay. I’m not dying.”

“Sorry, you know I hate seeing you hurt.”

“I know, let’s just go home. I’ll let you help me patch me up.”

“Sounds like a plan. But first…” he says as he scoops her up

“Dante! I can walk just fine!” Lady shouted, catch very off guard but sudden lack of ground beneath her.

“Fight me all you want, I’m carrying you like a princess, Princess.” He teased, giving her a soft kiss on the head.

Lady rolled her eyes, this man was a piece of work.

But, he was her piece of work.

~

Author’s note: I think these last minute dabbles are just going to be the norm for me for this week. Oh well.

[cassian7400]

The Ache of the First Light

For Day 5 of #DanLadyWeek2025, here’s a reunion moment from the AU I’ve been working on. For context, Dante and Lady reunite after her rescue from a place outside time where his demon powers are temporarily shut down. A psychic shock slams into him mid-battle, showing Lady’s apparition. When he makes it back topside, he learns she’s been missing for eight months on top of the year he’s been gone. It’s written in a lean, cinematic format for the feels.

If you enjoy this slice, the whole series is here: https://archiveofourown.org/series/4812610

Big thanks to Angstchen and everyone involved for creating something that lets us celebrate a beloved ship.

========== (NOTE: Lady’s hair turns white here due to the harsh effects of an artifact while she’s in deep sleep. Just in case anyone is wondering about the hair.)

FADE IN: EXT. DEVIL MAY CRY SHOP – ROOFTOP – LATER THAT DAY – SUNSET

(OPTIONAL: MUSIC CUE FOR EMOTIONAL IMPACT - "Nothing Else Matters" Cover by Joslin - Piano intro begins here.)

The rooftop is windswept and quiet. Below, the city hums in bruised colors—purple, steel blue, streaks of neon bleeding into low-hanging clouds. A golden rim of light edges the horizon, caught in the jagged lines of skyline and smoke.

Lady stands near the ledge, back to us, one hand loosely gripping the wall. Her silver-white hair flicks in the wind, stranger. She wears Dante’s old band shirt, oversized and worn soft, and a clean pair of Nico’s field shorts. No armor. No pretense. Just her, wind-cut and steady, watching the city breathe beneath a bruised sky.

The nightmares linger beneath her skin. Fractured echoes. Reveries unraveling into darker shapes.

She stares ahead. Something stirs behind her eyes.

Footsteps. Steady. Unmistakable.

She doesn’t turn.

DANTE: (offscreen, voice low and steady) “Thought I’d find you here.” (beat) “You okay?”

LADY: (quiet, still turned away) “It’s quieter up here. Not as many shadows.”

She swallows. Her knuckles tighten on the wall.

LADY (CONT’D): “But they still crawl up when the light fades.”

Dante steps into frame. The wind lifts the hem of his crimson coat. Creased from wear, but still sharp. Black leather pants. Boots solid with purpose. His silhouette is unmistakable.

He doesn’t speak right away. Just watches her. He lets the quiet breathe. No pressure. Just presence.

LADY: “There was a place in my head with plenty of those. A maze that never ended.” (beat) “I fought like hell to get through it. Harder than anything I’ve faced.” (softly) “You were there too… different versions.”

She exhales—quiet, uneven. Her gaze hardens slightly.

LADY (CONT’D): “Still not sure I made it out with all of me intact.” (beat) “The things I saw… felt…”

DANTE: “Yeah. But you’re out. You’re back.” (beat) “That’s what matters.”

He waits beside her. Still. No sudden moves.

Lady shifts just enough to meet his gaze. The wind slips between them.

DANTE: (half-grin) “So… what do you say we get your mind off it?”

(OPTIONAL: MUSIC CUE FOR EMOTIONAL IMPACT - "Nothing Else Matters" Cover by Joslin - Let the first chime of the bell, followed by the strings, land here.)

He steps forward, slowly, carefully. Just enough.

DANTE (CONT'D): “Maybe grab a beer at that scummy dive you hate. Or go find something big and ugly to shoot full of holes.” (shrugs) “You know, the usual.”

Lady exhales slowly. Some of the tension leaves her shoulders. She turns slightly toward him, not fully, just enough to let him in. Her fingers slip from the wall, hand falling gently to her side. Not guarded. Just open.

He inches closer. She doesn’t pull back.

Then he lifts a hand, gently placing it against the wall behind her, just above her head.

Not boxing her in. Just grounding. Close, but waiting.

DANTE: “Or whatever else sounds good.”

The space between them hums with things unsaid.

DANTE (CONT’D): (lower) “What do you say?”

Lady doesn’t speak.

Her breath hitches. She studies him quietly, grounding herself.

She steps in, just slightly.

LADY: (quiet) “I don’t know if I’m whole.” (beat) “Maybe I never will be.”

She reaches up. Her fingers find the strap across his chest and hold, anchoring to something that won’t break.

LADY: “But I know you’re here.”

She leans in. Slow. Honest.

Their lips meet. Not polished. Not sweet.

Just a test. Proof. That he’s real. That she’s not alone.

No urgency. No heat. Just contact. A quiet defiance against the illusions. Against what’s unsaid.

They hold it—not long, but long enough.

Then Dante pulls back. His eyes search hers, shadowed. Torn.

DANTE: (soft) “…maybe we shouldn’t.”

Silence.

The breeze slips past again.

She doesn’t argue. She doesn’t crumble. She just nods once— a flicker of steel behind the quiet.

They let go. Fingers slipping apart.

A breath shared, then lost.

Dante turns his back. Jaw clenched. Shoulders locked. Fists curling.

Lady watches. Still. No tears. No protest.

Just silence.

Then—

DANTE: (under his breath)“…to hell with it.”

He spins. A storm in motion.

Two strides and he’s there.

Grabbing her. Pulling her in like she’s already slipping away.

His hand finds her waist. Firm. Desperate.

Their mouths crash together. Hungry. Raw. Unguarded.

A slow crimson glow pulses beneath his skin. His Devil Trigger charges. Not rage. Not hunger. Not fury.

Just everything he locked away, finally unchained—but held steady. Controlled. A heartbeat made of want, grief, and something dangerously close to hope.

Lady breaks the kiss—just for a flicker—searching his face.

His eyes flash red.

She doesn’t flinch. Doesn’t hesitate.

She accepts him. Man. Myth. Demon.

Her arms wrap around his neck.

Their bodies lock.

Nothing else exists.

Not war. Not memory.

Just them.

They part. Just barely.

Foreheads touch. Breathless. Burning.

Dante reaches up.

Tucks a lock of hair behind her ear. Memorizing.

His touch: reverent. Unshaking. (OPTIONAL: MUSIC CUE – FADE OUT HERE)

[aoflameandco]

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