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Daster Week 2024 ☀︎ Day 1: Amnesia

this is *technically* daster art although Aster isn't in the image. Dante has amnesia and has forgotten him, but they're married in the fic

illustration for the spaces where you fit

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made with love for daster week 2024 to celebrate our greatest moments

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what's a little blood drinking between friends?

In which Aster is injured and Dante helps out. Written for Daster Week ☀︎ Day 2: Injury

read on AO3 (2.2k, mature)

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the spaces where you fit ☀︎ a nu: carnival fic

Dante wakes with no memories of his own life Written for Daster Week Day 1: amnesia

read on AO3 (6.2k, mature)

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fic & illustration for Daster Week ❁ Day 7: Flowers

hanahaki-inspired AU, 28k, mature

Years after a brief meeting that saved Solaria from ruin, Dante is reunited with Aster when a new Grand Sorcerer comes to Klein. Their affinity leads to a friendship that quickly deepens after Dante offers his blood, even though he knows a future with someone else’s familiar is impossible. He’s prepared to accept what he can have when a strange essence bruise in the shape of a rose appears on his skin and begins to interfere with his fire magic.

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Glamping

#DasterWeek24 | Day 6: Camping & Body Worship | AO3

Hosted by: @nucarnievents | Rated: E | 598 Words

Aster and Dante take a moment of peace and quiet to enjoy the forest and all it's beauty. Dante wants to shower Aster in love and affection, but he struggles when Aster does the same.

Flames from the campfire flicker with life, lighting the dark summer night. The moon shines its illuminating light down on the Earth and crickets chirp in the grass. It’s peaceful in the forest. The tent set up is lavish, filled with fine silk pillows and blankets. A thick futon is spread on the floor and a small lantern hangs from the roof of the tent. It is a setup fit for nobility. As it should be, considering the person that went through the trouble of having it assembled.

Aster spreads out on the sheets as Dante hovers over him. He’s kissing down the column of Aster’s neck, large hands roving over his small body. Aster smiles to himself and his eyelids flutter shut. “Someone is eager,” he says without a hint of teasing.

Dante pauses, nipping at Aster’s clavicle before he pulls his lips away from bare skin. “Couldn’t help myself. You’re just so pretty.”

Aster opens his eyes to see Dante above him, tanned skin flushed with a faint shade of red. His tattoos shine against his copper skin and he turns his head to hide his embarrassment. Aster laughs softly, reaching up to press his palm against Dante’s cheek and turn his head back to face him. “You’re irresistible when you’re embarrassed.”

Dante huffs once, then leans back on the balls of his feet. “Tonight’s about you, not me.”

“Can’t it be both?” Aster asks.

Dante pretends to think about it for a moment before he says, “Maybe.” He slides further down the futon and leans impossibly close, peppering Aster’s body in kiss marks as he makes his way south. Dante hesitates, not one to usually initiate oral sex, then wraps his lips around the head of Aster’s dick, lapping his tongue over the crown.

Aster groans softly, arching his neck to tip his head back into the pillows. He feels the glide of Dante’s tongue along the underside of his shaft as he works his mouth down to the base. It’s warm and wet and oh so good. He can’t get enough of the feeling. Aster wraps his fingers in red hair, scratching lightly against Dante’s scalp. There’s a hum around his cock and he moans at the vibration. A squelching noise coming from somewhere other than the saliva-slicked lips around his dick draws his attention. He lowers his gaze to see Dante working himself open. He really is eager, thinks Aster.

“I could have done that.”

Dante pulls his head back with a pop of the lips. He scowls at Aster as he repositions himself over Aster’s waiting cock. “I said it’s about you, not me. I want to take care of you for once.”

Hot.

Dante sucks in a sharp breath as he lowers himself onto Aster. The ring of muscle stretches and sucks him in. Aster’s hand falls to Dante’s hip for support and he moves the other one up. It’s tight. Dante didn’t stretch himself wide enough, but it doesn’t stop Aster. He helps lower the Sun Lord until he bottoms out, sitting perfectly in Aster’s lap.

“I’ve got it from here,” says Dante.

“Are you sure?” asks Aster, more than willing to take over.

“Yes,” says Dante as he raises his hips then lowers them again. He’s determined. That’s for sure. “You just lay there and let me take care of you.”

“Okay. If you say so.” Aster doesn’t complain. He’s enjoying the view as Dante furrows his brow in concentration and breathes heavily. The Sun Lord is always up for a challenge and Aster isn’t going to stop him.

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Angel, Baby

#DasterWeek24 | Day One: Amnesia | AO3

Hosted by: @nucarnievents | Rated: T | 576 Words

Dante wakes up in the hospital with no memory of Aster. Aster finds it hilarious.

“—He’s going to be a little groggy and disoriented over the next few hours. Don’t be surprised if he has a tough time remembering who you are or where he is. Anesthesia is known to cause temporary memory loss.”

Aster sits next to the hospital bed as the doctor goes over the care routine. They’ll reexamine Dante’s stitches in a few hours and if everything appears to be healing well, he can be discharged by supper time. For now, they just need to let the morphine work its way through his system. When the current IV drip is gone, they’ll see about lowering his dosage of painkillers. Aster watches the doctor walk out of the room as the nurse enters. They speak briefly, then she checks Dante’s stats and updates his chart with his current vitals. He sits on the bed quietly staring at Aster with wide, mismatched eyes, pupils blown from the drugs in his system.

When the nurse leaves, Dante finally speaks. “You’re so pretty,” he slurs. “You’re like the prettiest person in the entire world. No! The whole country!”

Aster purses his lips, stifling a laugh. “Is that so?”

Dante nods. “I can’t believe the prettiest person in the universe is sitting next to my bed. I must be dead.”

“Not dead,” says Aster.

“Are you an angel? Where are your wings, pretty angel?”

“Do you know who I am?” asks Aster, ignoring the ‘angel’ question.

“An angel?” repeats Dante.

Aster shakes his head and holds up his hand. There’s a thin, rose-gold band around his finger.

“Oh my god, you’re married! The prettiest angel in the world would be married. I can’t believe I tried to flirt with a married angel.” Dante’s lashes darken with tears, and he buries his face in his hands. “There’s no point in living now.”

Aster’s cheeks ache from the smile he fights back as he continues to suppress his laughter. It isn’t fair to laugh but oh boy does he want to. “I have a pretty hardheaded husband. He doesn’t like to listen to me and thinks he can do everything on his own.”

Dante lifts his head; tears track down his cheeks and his eyes are blazing. “You should leave him. Leave him and marry me. I’ll treat you right. Please, sweet angel?” He’s begging. Actually begging. Dante never begs. It’s unbecoming.

Aster decides to spare him any further humiliation and reaches for his hand. He lifts Dante’s left hand up to show the matching ring on his finger. He gasps.

“I’m married! I can’t believe I was flirting with a stranger, and I’m married. I’m sorry, angel. I can’t be with you after all.”

Aster can’t contain himself any further. He keels over, laughing into his legs with tears in his eyes. When he lifts his gaze, Dante is staring at him, perplexed. Aster taps both their rings to show they match, and it slowly starts to click for the man in the bed.

“We’re married?” he asks in disbelief.

Aster nods.

“Oh my god. I can’t believe I’m married to an angel.”

Dante’s gaze grows distant as he muses to himself over the revelation that they’re married. He mutters incoherently, then drifts off to sleep again. Aster shifts in his chair, turning away from Dante to Eiden who is standing in the corner of the room. “Did you get all that?” he asks.

Eiden taps his phone before pocketing in. “Every last second.”