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alienaiver · 2 years

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[D. Gray Man] How you met

Made for dgm week 2022! first prompt was beginnings. Includes: Allen Walker, Lavi and Komui Lee! (all set in modern AU with a GN!reader!)

wordcount: 1.2k words warnings: not much! pure fluff, lavi’s a little bit silly billy.

Allen who meets you for the first time at his usual coffee shop. He didn’t mean to be rude, really, he never is with strangers! But he just so happens to be late for that terrible morning class he’s dreading every Wednesday morning and does not have the patience required to handle having spilled coffee on his jacket. A swear word or two filled his very... colorful sentences.

Allen who recoils the instant he realized the coffee hit you both and starts apologizing profusely. You send him a warm laugh as you reach behind him for napkins, “yeah, mornings are the worst, right?”

Allen who immediately starts blushing and stuttering, as he tries (keyword: tries) to help by taking the cups and putting them on the counter but as he reached for napkins as well he knocks over the cup again – it’s empty of course, so it didn’t give more work per say, but it did make him more embarrassed.

Allen who is completely enraptured by your easy-going attitude and kind smile – and your eyes, they were so pretty! But as soon as you’re done drying your jackets off you look at your watch, “shoot!” is all you get out before running towards the door, “sorry, I’ll buy you a coffee next time we meet!”

Allen who stands dumbfounded and frozen in his spot until a barista gently nudges him and he realizes that he too, is very late for something.

Allen who arrives and opens the door for the class, ready for an earful but barely registers the yelling about yet another “late-comer” because the first thing he sees is you, on front row, smiling sheepishly with a pen in hand.

Allen who makes it a point to sit next to you from then on, even timing his coffee runs Wednesday mornings so that you can go to the class together. One day you propose the idea of doing the coffee runs separately, taking each other’s orders with you on differentiating weeks, and his reaction was equal parts distressed and embarrassed.

Allen who gathers the courage to confess his feelings as the argument as to why you should do the coffee run together. You bark out a loud laugh at this but he didn’t miss the way your laugh had a nervous tint to it and the way you – almost like you’re shy – tells him you feel the same way about him and if he wanted to maybe have a coffee date tomorrow?

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Lavi who meets you through Kanda, and who can’t really wrap his head around the fact that Kanda had a friend he didn’t know about for years. Turns out you were neighbors through childhood and he’d begrudgingly accepted your company early on as the path of least resistance.

Lavi who immediately gets heart eyes but before he can yell out “strike!” is punched in the gut by Kanda who, with a trademark Kanda Glare™, threatens to kill Lavi if he even so much as finishes that thought.

Lavi who immediately panics because oh no, the most beautiful person he’s ever seen has Kanda freaking Yuu as a pseudo big brother, how will this ever work out in his favor?

Lavi who dramatically goes through a romantic stupor that lasts weeks and, much to the distress of his friends, doesn’t end until the next time he sees you.

Lavi who gets Allen in on his plan to talk to you without Kanda nearby, Allen happy to oblige to a plan that would piss Kanda off in the process and get his friend to stop talking like he was a knight in a shitty romantic fantasy book.

Lavi who gets to ask you out and while you look excited for a second tells him that you’d only heard bad things about him, “I hear you don’t take relationships seriously”, “you fall for every attractive person you meet” and – with a small smile, “is beauty all that matters to you?” said in the exact same tone as Odette in the swan princess (he’d know, he’s seen it a thousand times).

Lavi who realizes you’re into him as well but is apprehensive based on his not-so-amazing track record of romantic relationships (he’s sure Kanda isn’t helping him out either)

Lavi who sets up a movie night for you all, purposely putting on Richard Rich’s The Swan Princess and ends up singing the entire “This is my idea” with you – and the rest of the songs, for good measure.

Lavi who, as everyone’s going home for the evening gets a slip of paper from you with your number on and, with stars in his eyes, goes home, ready to text you and really woo you.

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Komui who agreed to accompany Lenalee on her event with her art class. They were having a showing of their works from the past semester where friends and family were invited. After the introduction and talk from the teacher, Komui finds himself alone as Lenalee is standing with her friends.

Komui who has a hard time… interpreting the art in the way he was sure it was meant to, feeling like his mind is far too mathematical and square for these kinds of things – but wanting to support Lenalee nonetheless.

Komui who dazes out in front of a painting, not sure what it was supposed to symbolize. “I think that one means exorcising the devil within us all,” a voice next to him says, making him turn his head in surprise. You smiled gently at him, mirroring his pose.

Komui who looks at you dumbfounded, admiring your features and the way you drank from the glass in your hand. “Oh sorry, I’ll leave you to interpreting, you just looked kinda… lost to me,” you laugh, raising your arms.

Komui who ends up chuckling while looking back at the painting in front of him, “yeah, I’m not… good with… this,” he gestures to the art on the walls, “I’m merely here as support.” You smiled while raising your glass to him, “supporter here as well, though I do lean to the creative side myself.”

Komui who nods and ends up spending most of the night walking around with you, listening to your takes on the art, smiling and as you both walk up to the snack table for another glass, Lenalee stands partially hidden behind a wall, observing the two of you, secretly happy for her brother and snickering with Allen and Lavi about it.

Komui who completely forgets Lenalee’s art while observing you until the last minute, subconsciously taking you by the hand and dragging you to her art. He gets lost in your analysis of it until you speak again after a pause, “this one’s very… homey… feeling,” you smile, leaning forward to read the small plague underneath it, “To my brother, for making a home, it reads,” you say, turning to him.

Komui who completely tears up as you read it out loud, looking around the room for Lenalee who, as if on cue, stands before him (as if she’d perhaps followed him around without his knowledge) and try to calm him down while apologizing to you for this outburst.

Komui who barely registers you handing him a handkerchief while smiling, “I don’t mind emotional men,” you’d winked before turning around and leaving. Komui was about to blow his nose on the handkerchief before Lenalee took it from him hastily, “don’t! This got their number on it!”

#d gray man x reader #dgm x reader #dgm hallow #allen walker x reader #lavi x reader #komui lee x reader #dgmweek2022 #this was fun! my personal fav's komui lmao #im gonna be my own target audience w this lmfao #reblogs and likes are HIGHLY appreciated!!!! thank you in advance #and thank u for reading this heres a smooch mwuah mwuah #i wanted to do more characters but its... 11pm here and i need to get up tmrw (whops)#ill probably post smth dgm this week every second day!!!!

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kitty-bandit · 3 years

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22,yulma, SFW

Yulma + Prompt: “You’re cute when you’re angry.”

“UGH! I’m gonna kill that Beansprout!”

Alma’s eyebrows raised as he watched Kanda stalk across his bedroom. He had been getting ready to retire for the night when Kanda had burst in, face flushed in anger and body tense. Whatever had happened, Alma knew it had pissed Kanda off good—his left eye twitched uncontrollably whenever he was furious.

“He’s gonna wish he was never born!” Kanda added, clenching his fist tight as he stormed across the room and towards the window. Alma thought he was going to open it—it was rather stuffy—but instead he turned around and continued to pace around the room, ranting as he went.

“Well,” Alma began, more calmly than should’ve been possible considering Kanda’s unhinged state. “What exactly did Allen do?”

Kanda stopped mid-pace, his eyebrows pinched together so tightly that Alma worried his skin would crack. “He and that idiot rabbit—ugh! I’m gonna kill them both!”

Pressing his lips together to keep from smiling, Alma propped his head in his palm and leaned against the table. “That’s not very descriptive, Yuu.” It took all his willpower not to crack a smile. If he let loose even half a smirk, Kanda would bolt. He hated when Alma laughed at him. “And now you’re killing Lavi, too? Are you killing anyone else tonight?”

“No, just them.” He lost a bit of steam for a moment, but as Alma watched the play of emotions on his face, he noticed the angered scowl reappear—as if he remembered more things to be mad about. “Seriously—they’re dead!”

“You still haven’t told me what they did to deserve it,” Alma prodded, still managing to keep a straight face by some miracle.

Kanda flushed bright red, his shoulders hitching up as he avoided Alma’s pointed gaze. “Does it matter?!”

“Yeah, kinda,” Alma replied, his lips twitching. “I mean, when you get arrested for murder, they’ll want to know your motive.”

“Ugh.”

“So?” Alma inquired again, still waiting to hear what was so heinous that Allen and Lavi had been put on Kanda’s hit-list. “What did they do?”

“They—” Kanda began, trying to power through his embarrassment. He squeezed his eyes shut, nearly vibrating with rage. “They stole all my underwear!”

That was it—the proverbial straw that broke the camel’s back. Alma couldn’t hold it back anymore. A grin broke out across his face and he laughed, shaking his head as he struggled to control it. But the giggling continued and he had to brace himself against the table to keep from falling out of his chair.

“It’s not funny! I don’t have anything to wear now!”

“I’m sorry, Yuu,” Alma said between laughs, wiping at the happy tears forming at the corners of his eyes. “It’s just that you’re cute when you’re angry.”

Kanda’s face colored a darker shade of red, the crimson blush spreading to the tips of his ears. He turned around and huffed, the fury that had once filled his entire body suddenly draining out of him. “F-Forget it. Just come and help me find my underwear already.”

“Okay, okay,” Alma said, still grinning wide as he stood and followed Kanda out of the room and in search of his unmentionables.

#dgm #dgrayman #yulma #kanda yuu #alma karma #kitty bandit writes fanfiction #personal #anon #reply

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savagetrickster · 4 years

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Paper Hearts.

D.Gray-Man | Lavi x Reader (NSFW)

Okay so, I accidentally deleted the original post of the ask - basically anon requested for a soft smut for Lavi where he knew he and his s/o shouldn’t be in a r/s at all because of who he is but still did hanky panky anyway. (that’s what i recalled)

Prompt #15 from the list of smut prompts here : “Spend the night with me?”

I tried to make this soft smut without making it too explicit and smutty (had to refrain from vomiting my perverted thoughts while writing LOL - i tried okay -_-)

so yeah, tell me what you think <3

themes/warnings: 18+, angst, breeding kink lol again....and hmm that’s it i guess?

In the still silence and darkness of the European branch, the full moon hung high in the night sky. The towering structure was quiet with sleep.

The hallway she stood in was lingering with airy silence. The rooms around her were quiet. Most of her neighbors were already asleep. Those empty ones belonged to those who were still out there.

Her lips parted with a dreary sigh as her eyes wandered to the floors below. Her limbs were heavy with weariness from the mission she returned from this evening.

But even as night fell and delved into the darker hours, she couldn’t sleep. Her helpless tossing and turning could be seen in the ruffled bedsheet of her bed in the room behind her.

This was nothing new. She always found herself looking down at the levels below, her hands relaxed on the railing separating her and the seemingly endless way down.

Her thoughts ran on nothing and everything. The darkness she stood in was comforting but depressing whenever a certain redhead came into mind. And always accompanied with wistful sighs when that happened.

Lavi.

He was her little secret. And she was his.

Their glances were always fleeting on each other as though there was a death warrant hanging over their heads if they were caught.

The brushes across each others’ hands were always light, quiet, and longing, fingers twitching with the urge to lace through each other.

And if they were standing near to the other, they couldn’t help being overly aware of each others’ presence, their skin tingling, and prickling in the warmth that seemed to radiate over them.

These whispers of their love were something that always made her heart ache almost painfully.

Knowing that they would be this way forever. A love always so quiet, hesitant, and afraid.

Being who they were, each had a duty bound to them for life.

A Bookman and an Exorcist.

They were meant to look the other way.

Placed into this world to face the darkness threatening to engulf it, Exorcists and Bookmans alike were the bravest, strongest of mankind to brave the horrors hidden within.

But ironically.

Her heart. Their hearts which wanted to...love-

They were so fragile, easily torn through like paper hearts.

Every time she managed to muster the courage to think about their future, her hands were always shaking and her parting lips trembling with a sobbing sigh.

Nothing was all she could see. Their future was-

Bleak.

Dull.

Cold.

She closed her eyes in anguish. The presence of tears she felt was threatening to fill her eyes.

She suddenly felt cold. So...so cold.

Was it the chill in the air? Was it the dreadful tingle sinking in her?

As if someone was eavesdropping her thoughts, a sudden warmth met her lonely back.

Strong, toned arms slipped around her waist.

Her head jerked up with a small gasp just as they pulled her back snugly against a warm breathing wall.

A slip of her eyes behind.

“…Lavi.”

Her heart soared, then fell - the sight of him was lifting but the nasty voice that always reminded her of their reality always sank her back down.

“...Why are you still up, princess?” A light kiss pressed to her temples.

Large hands pressed to her stomach and his lips inches above her shoulder, his green eyes were soft and gentle on hers.

“I just can’t fall asleep.” A soft smile quirked her lips but quickly fell. “But Lavi, You shouldn’t be hugging me like this.”

Her eyes shifted around hastily, “What if someone sees-”

“You worry too much,” His chest rumbled lightly to the chuckles tingling her skin. “Everyone’s asleep. It’s just you and me now.”

Her breath hitched.

“It’s just you and me now”- a hope tugging uselessly at her heart as her hand raised to her stomach to slide over his.

At the squeeze she gave him, he pulled her even closer to him with a tuck of her head against his neck, his tall and broad figure hanging over her like a protective coat.

A comforting silence sat with them as they relished the soothing heat they shared.

There was so much to say in this rare moment together.

Yet, because it was such a precious time for them, words seemed too cheap for this rare opportunity to just...hold each other.

Turning in his arms, she rested her head against his chest where she could hear his calm, beating heart and breathed in his warm, steady scent slowly.

“Spend the night with me?”

Her heart skipped a beat.

“You know we can’t, Lavi.” A sigh lingered behind her melancholic voice.

“Just tonight, princess,” His lips moved to press against her forehead. His warm breath brushing across her skin as he murmured, “...just tonight.”

In the soft glow of the moonlight cast into the room and onto the bed they shared, they talked, drifting aimlessly through topics.

Sleep was forgotten as they relished in each others’ presence.

Eyes staring up at the ceiling from their sprawled bodies, occasionally wandering over to each other as soft peals of laughter fluttered out of their smiling mouths.

“Lavi, what do you think our life would be like if we were not who we are?”

Pushing himself off the bed to lean over her, the sheets under them ruffled to his movement as Lavi propped an elbow under his head .

Intrigue lighting the green eyes hovering over her. “What do you mean?”

“You know,” She curled into him, her eyes roaming over his handsome face,

“If we’re ordinary people. You’re not a Bookman and I’m not an Exorcist. Like we have no obligations or duties.”

“Oh, so you mean just civilians.”

She nodded, smiling wryly.

“Imagine us living freely.” Her whispering voice shook out of her as her fingers splayed across his cheek, “You’d probably be a teacher and I’d probably be opening a little cafe.”

She sighed longingly.

A warm, tender look swept over him,

“I know what I’d do if we’re that,” as his fingers gently grasped her chin and tilted her face up to him.

Her heart gave a squeeze.

“...Wh-What?” Her eyes wavered at him.

His face drew close to hers, his lips lingering just above hers with a murmur barely above a whisper,

“I would marry you in a heartbeat.”

His lips met hers in a chaste kiss, gently prodding her open as a breathy sigh escaped her. His tongue slipped into her as the elbow under his head lowered to the space beside her head, sinking his forearm into the soft pillow.

Their breath mingled as he pulled away slightly.

"I'll be the happiest if you'd be willing to be my wife. And even happier if we could have some little ones."

"...Lavi," She stared with a wavering glint. The hopeful tugs in her heart made her breathless. "I'd love to be your wife and give you some. As many as you like."

A wistful hunger ignited a flame within him. "And you'd look so beautiful round with them."

His eyes danced back at hers as he leaned away to tug his shirt over his head to reveal a sculpted body rippling with his movements as he tossed the article aside.

His lips hovered over hers again.

"You'd make a wonderful mother."

There was a strain in his low, quiet voice.

“You’ve no idea how many times I saw you pregnant with my child in my head."

A carnal thrill ran down his body, tightening him in his pants.

"And how amazing it would have felt to run my hands over that beautiful bump." A tattered groan broke into his tender voice. "The idea of you growing my baby in your womb…"

The aching need cracking through his words shook a breathy gasp of her. "...I can't take it. It's killing me."

He brought her hand to his bare chest, right on where his heart was beating powerfully with his words. “This is how much I want to spend this life with you, if we could.”

She could feel the presence of tears lingering at the back of her throat at his words. They rang true with her own quiet ones.

Lavi slipped a hand down to press into her stomach. “If only I could put one in you right now.”

A bitter laugh left him.

“But I won’t, of course.”

Big hands moving up to caress her face, he shifted them, enveloping her in his heat and pinning her down with a tender, burning gaze.

“Oh, Lavi…” Her heart clenched in agony as a small sob wrecked through her words.

His lips descended on hers.

His head tilted as he pried through her, meeting her lips in a slow, deepening kiss as he pulled a hand away from her face to under her dress, deftly peeling off her panties.

Her fingers ran through his hair while her other hand found its place over his broad shoulders and onto his back, the taut muscle rippling lightly to their moving lips and his working hands.

A shuddering sigh panting out of her against his lips between the brief seconds they parted to catch their breath as his long, calloused fingers prodded and stretched inside her weeping cunt, prepping her for him.

The other hand left her face and slid down to tug his pajama pants off before slipping under her knees to push her thighs apart.

Lips leaving hers, he shifted up to press a long kiss against her forehead as he settled his knees in the space between her legs.

He knew she was ready enough for him when slippery, vulgar squelches responded to every movement his fingers made.

The wet stain growing bigger and bigger on the white sheets under her was the dead giveaway.

“I’m coming in, princess.” His lips nibbled her ear, his warm breath brushing against her head as he pushed himself in slowly.

Breathy moan shivered out of her as he parted her dripping folds and stretched her open, prodding in until she was pressed snug against him.

A fleeting groan escaped her, mingling with his shivering grunt at the electrifying jolt that came with their joined bodies.

She could feel him so clearly.

His thick girth was buried completely inside her, its whole length wedged fittingly between her throbbing walls.

Deep enough to bulge up against her stomach.

The hand clutching onto his hair throughout his careful penetration left to join her other hand on his back as fluttering blinks accompanied the sigh leaving her.

She missed this. The familiar, satisfying feeling of him snug inside her. Like the missing piece of a puzzle.

"...It's been a long time,” A satisfied wavering sigh shuddered out his lips.

His eyebrows strained on his forehead along with his voice. “...but you feel as wonderful as I remember."

Then he moved, his lips descending onto hers again as his hip rolled against hers slowly and sensually.

Each thrust carried gentleness and meaning, almost in sync with his pounding heart.

His lips on hers were deep and subtly powerful with his love for her swelling in the calm heaves and falls of his chest.

I love yous murmuring against each others’ lips, slipping out between every tilt of their heads.

The headboard of the bed underneath them bumping the wall behind each time he pushed himself into her.

His arms prodded at her sides shifted down to hook the crooks of his elbows under her parted thighs, spreading her until her bent knees hovered in the air. Almost close enough to touch her head caged between them.

Her whimper elicited past their moving lips at the big stretch tugging the folds of her heated core even wider apart.

The dull thuds of the headboard gradually became rattling light slams as his thrusts began to escalate to faster and curt ones.

Along with her moaning whispers and his grunting words muffled against each other, the squelching wetness he was hammering through grew loud enough to mingle with the dense heat on the bed.

Their lips parted with a loud sigh. Her delirious moans and his growling grunts freed into the room.

Small white flashes blinked behind her fluttering dazed gaze as a sigh sifted through her needy moans at his furious ruts.

Towering over her, his eyes were drawn to the slightly visible deep, fast prods of his thrusts pushing against her stomach.

He could feel himself growing thicker and thicker with the building pressure within his girth as the same few primal thoughts clouded his head.

"Tha-That's my girl."

Something stirred in his chest at the mere sight. "Taking me so well."

Of how she would look so precious rounded and bulging with his child if the load threatening to burst impregnated her.

The hunger gnawing at him made him stare heatedly at where he had always imagined his baby would be growing in, marveling at the way his passionate ruts into her could be seen poking out.

The furious prods were small but provokingly powerful enough to make him murmur his desire longingly.

"I-I'd really love to put our baby," His fingers rounding over her thigh to brush over the area. "...right here."

Those words, his fingers sinking lightly in the skin and the next thrust-

That was it. She couldn’t take it anymore.

Hand flying to her mouth, a muffled sob wreaked through her as a starburst of white pleasure blinded her as he sent her release gushing in her.

The sharp rips of her orgasm rippling desperately around him made him shiver with a moan hoarse and ending with a tattered gasp as his hips flew at the searing intensity of his own approaching one.

His hand on her abdomen hastily returned to its spot, mirroring his other hand holding her wider apart.

His eyebrows strained on his sweaty forehead as his heated eyes bore into the way he was furiously ramming into her erratically clenching heat.

A long hiss dragging through his gritted teeth as he relished in her greedy walls squeezing continuously around him, edging him closer and closer.

Slipping a glance up at the sound of her giddy whimpers, he instantly wished he didn’t as a strangled groan left him immediately at her helpless, flustered face blushing red at him.

The stir in his chest grew stronger with a craving ache. And his girth was becoming unbearably full with an animalistic impulse urging him to deposit every bit in her.

With a choked grunt, he mustered all his self-restrain to tug himself out of her in one hasty move, in time for white, rich load to spurt out over her.

“S-Sorry, princess…” Lavi murmured through his panting gasps as his hand gripped him in a pumping haste.

“...No, it’s okay, Lavi-” Her head shook weakly on the bed as a wavering sigh left her at the warm coat splattering over her.

“-that...that was amazing.”

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bisexual-bookman · 5 years

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Love Is a Fickle Thing

Fandom: D.Gray man

Pairing: Tyki Mikk/Kanda Yu

Word Count: 908

Tags: One-sided Tyki/Kanda, One-sided Tyki/Lavi

Summary: Tyki didn’t know what was worse; Lenalee’s all knowing smile, or having Kanda so close he could almost touch him.

For DGM Rare Pair week

Day 1 - Lovers

Prompts: One-sided/Loss of balance

[Read on AO3]

A loud screech echoed through out the skating rink, quickly followed by Lavi’s loud laughter as Allen fell to his ass on the icy ground. Tyki slid up beside Lavi, joining in on his amusement at Allen’s expense. Allen said nothing, just huffed angrily and tried to get back on his feet, wobbling as he stood.

Still hearing Lavi and Tyki’s muffled snickers, Allen turned around to glare at them, unsteadily skating towards them.

“It wasn’t that funny you two.” Allen grumbled.

“I beg to differ, Boy, there’s nothing funnier than watching you fall on your ass,” Tyki said.

“Yeah,” Lavi agreed, slinging an arm around Tyki’s shoulders, pulling the other man closer. Tyki’s smile tightened at the contact. He subtly shifted out of Lavi’s hold, using it as an excuse to skate up to Allen, ruffling the young man’s hair.

“I didn’t even know a human could make that high of a noise.” Lavi continued, eye quickly shifting from Tyki to Allen.

Tyki laughed loudly at the glare Allen sent their way.

“I’m going to leave now, before you guys have the chance to make fun of me more.” Allen said, trying to spin on his heel, but his lack of experience on his skates made him wobble and almost lose his balance again. Tyki laughed to himself as he watched Lavi skate after Allen, still teasing him.

Feeling someone’s presence next to him, Tyki looked over to see Lenalee skate up beside him with a smile on her face. A smile that Tyki knew very well, and one he did not want to see right now.

“Skate with me?” Lenalee asked. Tyki sighed, knowing what she was going to ask him, but nodded regardless.

Lenalee smiled brightly and hooked her arm through Tyki’s. Pushing off, they began to skate a lazy circle around the outside of the skating rink. After a few moments of Lenalee quietly humming along to the music being played, and Tyki mentally preparing himself for the conversation that was going to happen, Lenalee finally opened her mouth.

“You know,” she began. Tyki internally winced, here it comes.

“You and Lavi have been spending a lot of time together.” She continued, looking to see Tyki’s reaction out of the corner of her eye. Careful to keep his face neutral, if a bit annoyed, despite the sudden spike of anger he felt, Tyki calmly replied back.

“You mean Lavi’s been spending time with me. I’ve never actually agreed to spend time with him. He’ll just show up after my class or in the library when I’m studying.”

“That may be true,” Lenalee hummed, “But you don’t say no.”

A sudden hot flash of anger shot through Tyki. He suddenly stopped skating, not caring at the moment that the action nearly sent Lenalee falling on her ass.

“Stop trying to set us up.” Tyki snapped. He saw Lenalee wince at his angry tone, and instantly felt his anger evaporate. This wasn’t her fault. She was just trying to look out for her friends. It was his own stupid fault for getting himself into this situation. He was just tired of having this conversation with her over and over again. Sighing he turned to face Lenalee.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to snap at you, I just-“

Tyki was cut off as he felt the solid weight of someone slam in to him, knocking him to the cold ground. He heard a slew of curses as the other person lifted themselves up, looking down at Tyki.

Tyki already knew who it was before he even looked; the clean smell of soap that lingered on him, the brush of long hair against Tyki’s face, the hair that Tyki wished he could run his fingers through, the strong hands pushing against him, the ones he wished he could hold.

Tyki looked up to see dark blue eyes staring back down at him. His heart twisted as he felt Kanda lean back, the body heat coming off the other suddenly gone.

Tyki could hear Allen laughing at him, now that he was the one splayed on his ass on the ice. Tyki couldn’t think of a sharp retort, his mind filled with the uninterrupted view of Kanda. Tyki swallowed sharply at the sight of Kanda’s sharp jaw and straight nose. The sight of his bangs falling into those dark eyes that were glaring at Allen, the pieces that hung down and framed his face. Those thin lips that were pulled down into his customary scowl.

Tyki watched as Kanda looked at him, grunted out a ‘sorry,’ and then got up and started skating away. He continued to watch as Kanda skated around the edge of the rink, Allen and Lavi soon catching up with him. His eyes were still on Kanda even as he felt someone lean down next to him. He felt Lenalee’s small, delicate hand on his upper arm, rubbing it soothingly.

“Hey, I’m sorry I brought that up earlier.” She said gently. “Do you want to head out, maybe get some ice cream?”

Tyki’s throat tightened as he watched Kanda reach for Allen’s hand, interlacing their fingers and pulling the shorter man towards him. Tyki tore his eyes away from the sight, instead looking at Lenalee who was crouched next to him, her eyes soft and smile sympathetic. Nodding his head, Tyki smiled sadly at the understanding girl next to him.

“Yeah, that would be nice.”

#dgm #tyki miikk #kanda yu #lavi #allen walker #lenalee lee #d.gray man #dgmrarepair2k19 #a bookmans writing

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cynicaljapanophile · 5 years

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Can you do prompt 27 fluff with allen and sister!s/o (from the last tyki request) who's very protective and loves to spoil the shit out of him while calling him "little baby brother" XD also thank you so much for doing my last request it was amazing❤

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When you two were younger you weren’t as protective over him

But after not seeing him for a few years you started to get a little protective over him

Over time you’ve got a little less protective but when Allen first joined The Order you were extremely protective

You were really excited when he first joined The Order because it had been a few years since you last saw him but at the same time you became a protective sibling because of how dangerous it is to not only be a member of The Order but to also be an exorcist

At first, Allen didn’t really have a problem with how protective and clingy you were because of how long it had been since he last saw you but after a while, it started to be a little much for him

He would get embarrassed every now and then. And by every now and then I mean every single time you call him “little baby brother”

Every single time he hears you call him “little brother”, “baby brother”, or “little baby brother”

It started to be annoying when you started to be a little too doting

Such as reminding him to sleep, brush his teeth, not to slouch, etc.

So in the beginning, he was a little annoyed by you because you were slightly overbearing but overall he didn’t mind you that much

But that was at the beginning

The first time he truly got embarrassed by you was when he decided to go to the science division he heard your voice and went to see you but hide when he saw you talking to Komui. He sneaked up to hear your conversation with him and to his shock, he heard you and Komui talking about how cute he and Lenalee were and how the two of you would react if your respective siblings got an s/o

After that, he ran away and Lavi found him crouched over in a corner, facing the wall with his hands covering his face trying to make sure no one saw how red he was

The moment he truly got embarrassed and said something was the moment you got into an argument with Kanda

Kanda and Allen were arguing when you saw the two causing you to interrupt them and start arguing much to Allen’s dismay

Allen : “Wait a second what are you doing?” “Please don’t do that!”

The moment you started arguing with Kanda he turned completely red and turned away to Lavi only to see him trying to hold in his laughter

He tried to block you out but he turned his head around quickly in shock the moment he heard you tell Kanda that he shouldn’t “bully” him because he’s your “cute little baby brother”

Right after that he grabbed you by the hand and ran away leaving everyone confused

He finally stopped after a minute of running

Y/N : “What was that about?”

Hearing that he turned around and was shocked by how genuinely you asked that question

Allen : “Why did you have to do that?!”

Y/N : “Do what?”

Allen : “Describe me as cute to Kanda!”

Y/N : “I was just telling the truth”

He explodes in embarrassment as he somehow turns redder than he already was as he turns around to not face you

Y/N : “Aw, you’re blushing that’s so cute”

Allen : “Can you stop embarrassing me?!”

Both of you turn quiet as Allen starts to worry that he was a little too harsh

He’s about to apologize when he hears you laughing

Y/N : “I didn’t know you were embarrassed by me acting that way and calling you my “cute little baby brother”. You do know that if you were so embarrassed you could have just told me and I would have toned everything down a notch right?”

Allen : “Oh uh,, can you please not be as “affectionate”? I don’t have a problem with it since we haven’t seen each other in a while, it’s just that you can be a little much at times.”

Y/N : Okay. I promise I won’t be too overbearing”

Allen looks up at you with a bright smile

Allen : “Really? Thank you so mu-”

Y/N : “Anything for my cute little baby brother”

He shuts up for a moment causing the room to be filled with silence for a few seconds until he speaks up again

Allen : “Will you please quit calling me that?!”

Y/N : “Okay, Okay, I promise I will stop being too overbearing, I will try not to get involved with any of your arguments, and I will try to not embarrass you”

At the end of the day, you try to not embarrass him but at that point, everybody knows your relationship and it doesn’t really stop people teasing him every now and then by calling him your “little baby brother”

#d.gray man #d gray man #dgm #d.gray man headcanons #d gray man headcanons #dgm headcanons #allen walker #linaleepop #hana's prompt asks #hana writes #myposts #i don't think i got all the elements #but i hope they're okay

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Lavi, we can buy you coffee! Freaking coffee! I'mma so happy.

you can! ;)

NOW I’M GOING TO USE THIS ANON TO MAKE THE POST I WAS ABOUT TO but since I’m here I will: as you can see and as the anon can see, I have a ko-fi account linked on the sidebar/top of the blog (it’s always janiedean in case). I pretty much set it up to make things easier for the other anon who wanted to commission me because I figured it’d be easier and I’d rather go through that than give my actual paypal address, so just so you know:

it’s there if you want to finance my horrible espresso/coffee drinking habits ;)

now, I’m not saying I’m taking commissions dot because it’s... let’s just say a busy time and especially with december incoming there’s yuletide, christmas exchanges and I still have to finish that novel and so on, but if anyone was interested in actually doing that (like I’m 100% still taking prompts when I can and so on but priorities are what they are xD) or would like a drabble or prompt prioritized I’m more than glad to discuss it over X coffees in private or whatever xD

that said: it’s there if anyone feels like indulging my daily espresso consumption, it’s there if you do want to discuss commissions (please let me finish the targ saga first tho ;) ), I’m still gonna take prompts/fill prompts and so on XD thank you very much for your enthusiasm in indulging my caffeine addiction tho ;)

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A Moment in the Summerlands

The granary serving both Aphaster and Feldspar is filling as the fields empty.

Queen Rebis stands in the reaped remains, alone save the quiet presence of Nayvadius. Though she went there knowing that it was the same place her predecessor often stood, her mind is not on Telos. She looks at the easternmost grasslands dourly, knowing that they have been harvested early. Dragons and beastclans alike are preparing themselves for an early winter courtesy of the changed winds. The possibility of a food shortage is so likely that she considers it already a reality.

For the first time, she feels relief at the thought of a satellite clan that will diminish the capital's numbers. The promise she made with Lightweaver still burns, but the partial banishment of her attachments means fewer mouths to feed. There are comparisons to the rule of the Investor already reaching her ears. The climate change and the food storage it will bring is not an unknown, and the clan is braced for rationing, closed borders, and all manner of restrictions.

She worries that she is naive to think she will be able to winter their clan without doing anything drastic. Her upbringing was idyllic, her image of Aphaster idealized by a lack of conflict. She is grown enough now to understand that may not have been for the best.

She emits a quiet prayer to the high noon sun that her choices will be the right ones.

Arcanus sets down the Sunbeam Sentinel and closes his eyes. Across from him, he can feel Carnelian watching him.

He has already admitted that he toasted to Telos' departure with Gethsemene. That was supposed to be it. That was supposed to be enough. But Carnelian is not Gethsemene. While she and Arcanus were sure to grow closer from now on, she was tangential to all that had happened since Aphaster came to be, and to who Arcanus had become since then.

Carnelian is integral--an attachment that Arcanus gained that grew with him. He knew everything, and even though they have not seen each other for eons, Arcanus feels that Carnelian still knows even the most remote corners of his heart.

Carnelian would never actually prompt him to be honest, but the untouched cigar gently smoking in its tray, the unpoured liquor, and the carefully neutral expression are all glaring to Arcanus. Expressions of compassion from a difficult man.

Resentment stings him, and embarrassment on its heel. It's only a fleeting feeling, but he is angry that someone as opaque as Carnelian can see through him so easily. He has walked through Aphaster with his head high, his mission accomplished and promise kept, and yet Carnelian pierces through it without a word.

Arcanus lets out a sob with only the most passing attempt to restrain it.

He has missed Aphaster so much. He is so happy to be home.

But Telos is not there anymore.

With as little sound as possible, Carnelian closes the blinds, and sits with him in the dark. The sound of the guardian's grief passes over him and fills his home as inescapably as rain.

"Telos would never have allowed it," Dantalion spits.

"Telos had to make other allowances," Heaven points out meekly. "They just...didn't affect us."

Heaven has never seen him so furious. Dantalion is within arms reach, holding tightly to himself and seething, and Heaven feels as though the Sea of a Thousand Currents is already between them.

"Our life is here," he grits. "Your family. Our family. You shouldn't have to leave just because of some ambiguous demand from Lightweaver!"

"Lion..." Heaven tries to soothe. "It's not ambiguous. I have to go because Rebis is attached to me."

"I'M ATTACHED TO YOU!" Dantalion explodes.

The air between them buzzes, a rushing vibration that both can feel in their bones. Neither is sure if it is the unexpected anger, or his thick witch's blood calling something into their home.

"I'm attached to you," he forces himself to say more calmly, but he is trembling. "But everything else I'm attached to is here, Heaven. Everything you're attached to is here too. There's nothing for us in the Isles. Just a bunch of bad memories. A place where I fucked up and didn't recognize a dragon made to masquerade as a spirit, and a place where a bunch of our clanmates who are either dead or gone used to live."

Heaven swallows. The attempt nearly chokes him, but he manages to whisper, "I still have to go."

"I know," Dantalion admits wearily. He rubs at his eyes. "But I don't think I can go with you."

Lavi finds Carnelian standing at the door. He drops, holding onto his knees and wheezing as he tries to catch his breath.

"He's--he's here, right?"

Carnelian nods, but he is quick to throw a blocking arm in the way to prevent Lavi's passing. They meet eyes, and a spark of irritation jumps between them.

"I don't think he wants you to see him right now," Carnelian says with unusual patience. "Not like that."

"But you have seen him," Lavi shoots back. "In whatever state he's in. He came to you first."

"He came to a place where he doesn't have to deal with echoes of Telos first," he corrects with an arched brow. "I didn't think you were the jealous type."

"I just--" Lavi blusters, immediately ashamed of his cattiness. "I just want to see him... Please."

"Let me say it again, but so you can hear it: Your father wouldn't want his son to see the kind of grief he is dealing with right now."

It amazes Carnelian how easily diffused Lavi is by the acknowledgement that Arcanus considers him a son. Lavi is Imperator, and a half-feral that towers over the other glamours that the clan has accustomed itself to using, but he is also only a young drake who hasn't seen his father in half a cycle. Playing on that leaves a surprisingly sour taste in Carnelian's mouth.

"You come running to where he is every time," he offers peaceably. "One man to another, he needs that right now, but that's not something I can do."

Carnelian's strange softness jars some suppressed emotion loose in Lavi, to the older dragon's chagrin. "I was supposed to take care of things. I was supposed to have really good news for him, but--!"

"Gods, shut up before you piss me off. You're just like him; you'd do the right thing even if it killed you."

From inside, a muffled croak: "He means that you've done your best and shouldn't worry so much..."

The imperial and the guardian meet eyes again, and with a tired roll of his eyes, Carnelian opens his door and watches Invigilavi run in and leap into Arcanus' waiting arms.

Carnelian closes the door to leave them alone and wanders off into the fog of Bramble Step without a care. They need each other, and Arcanus knows the locks. They'll be fine.

The moment plays over and over, no matter how Azricai tries to get past it.

It was sad, but peaceful to watch Kea go. She had seemed a little confused that Azricai had specifically come to say goodbye to her. The remnants of Tawhiri respectfully parting, maybe? She took Azricai’s hand anyway.

Kea was warm. She was so, so warm.

"Azricai helped lift the stigma around you from your grandmother's exile."

The words were said coolly. Not blurted. Deliberate. Equinox' emotional geography was smooth and stone still beside Azricai. She had never seen it coming.

In her moments of clarity, Azricai knows it was a betrayal of her trust. But she also knows she would have done the same--she just had the benefit of so much practice that she would have picked a better time. She would never have let anyone feel the way she had in that moment.

"She's been looking out for you since she joined the clan. You're the reason she became the Gale Wolf. She first learned how to be the person she is now with you, Kea." Equinox moving, letting Azricai go. She knew they couldn't remain together after that. "The Gale Wolf was created for you."

Kea had no reason to disbelieve Equinox, even though it was unbelievable. But if she had, Azricai's stumble would have given her away. The naked expression on her face. The way she yanked her hand back, covering her face as though she could somehow put her impenetrable persona back together by hand. The anxious horror of watching Kea piece her memories back together. Re-contextualizing. Shedding light on places inside her that hadn't come to the surface in eons to see where this new information came in.

"I..." Control of the situation had been wrenched from Azricai's hands. She had never felt so vulnerable. Not even when Lavi had asked her point blank if she loved him. "I did not want you to feel manipulated. I didn't want you to think less of how far you've come for my involvement."

Kea's eyes had softened with understanding Azricai had not ever dared to think about. "But that's the point of you isn't it? You only ever push forward what's already there. Like you did for Iblis. For everyone who has ever come to you troubled." A warm blush had spread across her cheeks. "Though I guess it's a little embarrassing that I was the guinea pig."

"You weren't!" Azricai cried. "You were never any such thing! You were my family, and you deserved better! That's all it was ever about!"

It embarrasses Azricai now. How she must have looked. Crying out and weeping before a woman who, until that moment, had never been aware that Azricai cared for her. Much less considered that somewhere in those unknowable depths, Azricai was genuinely attached to her--that she had been from the start.

But Kea had smiled. The way she only did with Iblis. With Camellia and Kiele and her children. With dragons she considered Family. The open gates of the Observatory awaited, and she would not go back on her decision. But she had spared a moment to embrace Azricai and say the only words that she thought needed saying.

"Thank you."

The words are still lodged in Azricai's heart. She sits alone inside the hollowed marble pillar she has called home since their first days in the Sunbeam Ruins.

Rebis needs her. Lavi needs her.

But no matter how many time she closes her eyes, the conversation replays, and the strength to do anything but curl deeper into her pillows eludes her.

#Flight Rising #c: invigilavi #C: Arcanus #C: Rebis #C: Azricai #C: Carnelian #C: Heaven #C: Dantalion #In which there are Stages of Grief (tm)#Aphaster Stories

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shrinkthisviolet · 25 days

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All of those rejected apologies fit something to do with Eobard but "Are you even capable of feeling any sort of regret?" Morgan or Barry to Eowells (the answer's no)

YESSS it fits them so well. So here’s some Protective Big Brother Barry:

“Are you even sorry for what you did?” Barry spat. “To all of us, to Cisco…to Morgan—”

“To Morgan?” Thawne chuckled. “Is being a protective father such a crime n—”

"Cut the shit, Thawne. What you did goes way beyond that, and you know it.”

Thawne’s easy smile fell into a scowl. “If you’re referring to my intervention in your…friendship with my dear daughter, I was simply trying to teach her a lesson. That one day, when the chips are down…you’ll let her down. You’ll fail her.”

“Never.” Never again.

“Never?” Thawne repeated with an incredulous chuckle. “Really? You were so keen to hate her just a few months ago…what’s changed now?”

Barry looked away. “I was stupid then. I didn’t…I trusted your opinion of her so much that I lost my own good sense. It’s not a mistake I’ll ever make again.”

“Hmm. Keep telling yourself that, Flash.”

Barry scowled, looking back at him. “So that’s it then?”

Thawne arched an eyebrow. “I’m not sure what you m—”

“Are you even capable of feeling any sort of regret?!” There was more that Barry could bring up, more crimes that he could hurl at Thawne’s feet—neglecting Morgan, all the murder, Nora Allen in particular while he was trying to kill a child—but if he couldn’t even take responsibility for this…

“I will never,” Thawne said slowly, “ever regret anything I do for Morgan. For my Starli—”

“Do not,” Barry hissed, “call her—”

“I’ll call my daughter whatever I please, Flash.”

“You don’t have a daughter. Not anymore.”

“I’ll believe that,” Thawne replied calmly, glancing up at the camera with a soft smile, “when I hear it from her.”

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Drabble: #35 - Allen, Lavi and Kanda

Allen Walker

Having a fever sucked, but what sucked even more was that this happened to just come out of no where when you were suppose to have the whole day off and spending it with your lovable boyfriend Allen.

And this was how he found you, breathing heavy on your bed with a fever, frowning he decided to take care of you and not care if he were to get the next day.

“Allen...I’m sorry you have to take care of me like this...” You frown. “Don’t worry about it, I don’t mind taking care of you.” Allen smiled, placing a cold cloth on your forehead. “But we were suppose to have breakfast together...” You sighed. “How about this? I’ll go get our food and then tell the head nurse your sick so she can give something to help you get better?” Allen suggested. “You’d do all that for me?” You asked. “Of course.” Allen chuckled.

Nodding even though it was still bothering you that you got sick Allen went and did as promised, he pretty much had to bring a cart of food due to his HUGE apatite and your favorite soup was also there.

“Thanks, Allen.” You smiled. “Not a problem.” Allen smiled back.

As you ate your food slowly and spoke with Allen one of the nurses within the order arrived and handed Allen your medicine in which you flinched away from.

“(Y/N), please just take your medicine.” Allen sighed. “No! It’s gross!” You refused. “There’s a glass of water to get rid of the taste, and yeah it tastes bad but it will help you.” Allen explains.

It took a bit longer for you to give in but you soon did and carefully took the small glass filled with it, groaning you quickly drank it all down and made a funny face, Allen couldn’t help but laugh as he handed you the glass of water quickly.

“Ugh...gross...” You shivered. “Relax you’ll get better soon.” Allen chuckled a bit more.

Lavi

Lavi woke up with a headache, so he did what he always did when he didn’t feel so good, went to his girlfriends room - yours. One hand was holding his head as he walked to your room and knocked on the door.

Once you opened it you noticed Lavi wasn’t looking to good.

“What’s wrong Lavi?” You asked. “I got a head ache...” Lavi sighed.

Bringing him inside your room you told him to lay down on your bed while you went to the infirmary to get something, Lavi groaned not only from the pain but the fact you’d be forcing him to take some medicine for it.

When you returned you found your boyfriend hiding his face on your pillows, with a sigh you closed the door gently and shook him a bit. When he turned around you held out the cup with his medicine in it.

“Here take your medicine for that head ache of yours.” You said. “No....” Lavi whined. “Lavi if you don’t I won’t help you make it out alive from any of Kanda’s attacks...I may always do so now but I can stop.” You quickly say.

Not liking that Lavi pouted at the fact his girlfriend blackmailed him with that, but never the less he took it and sighed, smiling at him you laid down and brought Lavi into your arms letting him lay on you with his head resting under your chin.

Sure you laid in his arms like this before but it was odd times like these that when he laid in your arms it was nice, gently stroking his hair with your hand you soon realized Lavi fell asleep.

Kanda Yuu

Sighing you knew you were about to get in shit, your always grumpy boyfriend just returned from his recent mission and was informed that you had gotten injured on your own that you had arrived back to HQ an hour earlier then he did.

What was worse was that you refused to take an medicine from the nurses within the order so that it would be able to help your wounds heal better.

“Women just take your medicine!” Kanda says. “No! It tastes gross.” You refused. “Damnit just take it! You’ll heal better if you do.” Kanda growled.

Sighing in annoyance Kanda looked at the medicine then thought of an idea, looking around he noticed no one was around at the time so this would have to be quick..

Bringing the cup to his lips he let the liquid slip into his mouth then quickly kissed you as it all passed through, a heavy blush was on his cheeks as he did this and soon your cheeks were covered in a deep red blush as well.

When Kanda pulled away he covered your mouth with his hand and glared at you as if telling you silently to drink that. In which you did but you were more so speechless now and soon your whole face turned red.

“B-BaKanda!!” You shout, laying down on the bed and pulling the covers over your head.

Kanda just smirked at your reaction and soon left, heck it was embarrassing even more so for him but you were making a damn fuss to not taking the medicine that would help you heal faster.

‘Che...damn women....’ Kanda thought, still a faint blush on his cheeks.

||A/N: Haha I had so much fun writing Kanda’s part xD I know he might be ooc but all of us Kanda fan girls want to be kiss by that handsome man! Anyway this is the third request I did in one day! The last two will be written tomorrow so hope you like these and then you can wait until tomorrow for the other two cause I’ll be then taking NEW prompts as a good friend of mine @koko-nut-weeb will be helping me with that xD||

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Lucifer Season 5 Episode 13 Review: A Little Harmless Stalking

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This Lucifer review contains spoilers.

Lucifer Season 5 Episode 13

“That’s what you get for bringing a beanbag to a demon fight.”

Love is in the air, and as long as the principals don’t overthink things too much, everything should work out that way God intends it. We just don’t know who’ll be taking over should Lucifer’s father make good on his intent to retire. Since a peaceful transfer of power doesn’t appear imminent, “A Little Harmless Stalking” takes the opportunity to deliver some of the series’ most poignant and heartfelt moments, and Lucifer appears on track to continue breaking new ground in its quest to dig deeper into the human psyche.

First things first. Talk about burying the lede. “I’ve just decided. I’m going to be God.” As delicious as it is to consider a replacement for The Man Above, after the last episode, it’s not surprising that we’d reach this situation and the brotherly battle that is almost certain to occur. And boy, talk about a redemptive arc should Lucifer actually get to take over for his father. It’s a plot thread rife with narrative possibilities, and “A Little Harmless Stalking” puts Amenadiel smack in the middle as he conducts a little unexpected market research with a rabbi, an imam, and a priest.

When you think about it, however, Amenadiel’s desire to seek advice regarding arguably the most important job in the universe is just so Lucifer. Dan probably doesn’t understand all of the familial subtext that goes into Amenadiel’s admission that “I think I’m going to become God,” but his casual reaction plays nicely against the angel’s angst regarding the situation. Nonetheless, it’s his conversation with Ella that should shape his decision. She bares her soul in an emotionally charged admission that catches Amenadiel by surprise, though he recovers nicely and tells her that her low self-worth regarding her relationship with God is completely unfounded. If this were the job interview, he’d be immediately handed the keys to the kingdom.

Nevertheless, Lucifer is, at its core, a crime drama, and the murder of a man in the middle of a stolen art scam provides the perfect opportunity to reintroduce Linda’s biological daughter into the story while playing wonderfully to the established “act rather than think” theme. Not for a second do we think Linda killed a man, but the crazy driving scene that opens the episode does give us pause. Ella filling in Chloe and Lucifer at a crime scene never gets old, and Dan’s “you’re not going to believe this” announcement sets up Lucifer to use his mojo on the suspect. Linda admits she wants to “protect my child,” and of course we assume she means baby Charlie who’s come under any of a number of attacks since he’s been born. The mini misdirect leads us into the heart of the story as the next suspect, Linda’s biological daughter Adriana (Alexandra Grossi), turns herself in, and the investigation gathers steam.

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Given the nature of the episode’s theme, we hope it’s only a matter of time until Linda and Adriana come face to face, and the truth about their relationship moves into the open. First, however, Linda’s daughter must be cleared of the problematic admission that she killed Mr. Sterling even though, like her mother, it’s fairly clear that she didn’t. Lucifer and Chloe are at their best when they wheedle the truth out of suspects, but here, the truth, at first, complicates our desire to see mother and daughter reunited. It’s a nice touch and gives some background other than her real estate acumen.

Now that Lucifer and Chloe have committed to being together, their public displays of affections might ordinarily be seen as gag inducing, but within the context of the story, it allows the writers to take a left turn and have Lucifer and Linda pose as a couple during a sting operation at the art gallery. Lucifer buys an expensive painting which he then gifts to the detective, and the details of the scam come into focus. Yes, Adriana has been part of the operation but only to secure funds for her seriously ill adoptive mother’s medical treatments. Once the detectives sort out the truth of the murder, mother and daughter get that moment we’ve waited for since she shows up in “Detective Amenadiel.” The writers pounce on the golden opportunity for Adriana to meet and hold her baby brother, and we’re now left to wonder whether this relationship will gain traction.

So while Linda’s been busy stalking her daughter, Eve returns to the story, and makes makes quite the entrance following Maze during the Sterling murder investigation. We get a couple of tightly orchestrated fight scenes, but the best involves the unexpected return of ninja Eve (Inbar Lavi) who nearly takes down the demon Mazikeen. She’s been on a journey of self-discovery, and it’s the realization that she’s in love with Maze that prompts her return. It’s sweet that she’s learned the bounty hunting trade to facilitate her bond with Maze, but we know this relationship is fraught with potholes even after the two women acknowledge their feelings for each other. Again, don’t over think; just lay your cards on the table.

Whereas Linda and her daughter get the happy ending we desire, the second action sequence ultimately leads to disappointment. Eve and Maze end up at a warehouse, and things go south in a hurry but not before the two women take down the man they think is the killer. Eve has learned her craft and drops into the fight to help Maze, but somewhat predictably gets shot in the process allowing Maze to carry her to safety. While Eve survives the bullet, her rejection of Maze’s offer of immortality causes a rift that seems to come out of nowhere. We understand Eve’s admission that she doesn’t “want to live forever. Mortality is a gift,” but this honest approach to live with the fear that comes with everyday life pushes Mazikeen too far. Is this it for these two, or will Maze reconsider? Hopefully, it’s the latter because not only are these two perfect for each other, but their personalities are just so different that it’s delightful each time they’re together.

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“A Little Harmless Stalking” cleverly addresses the anxiety so many relationships ultimately encounter, and with the homecoming of two engaging characters, Lucifer sets the stage for even more mayhem as Lucifer sets his sights on his father’s job. Though God’s been off doing other things the past two episodes, the actions of His sons may now force his hand. I sense some tough love on the horizon.

Lucifer season 5 is available to stream on Netflix now.

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bestiard · 6 years

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Well, this couldn’t be good. Lavi regarded his blood stained hand, crimson liquid dripping from his fingertips, with a somewhat betrayed expression ( as if the mere sight of it was the reason why he was just shot ) before pressing it once more against his side, where the bullet had hit ; to try and stop the bleeding.

Go figure, that the time he finally gets wounded in such a manner, it wouldn’t have anything to do with akuma – Instead, humanity was yet again to blame.

Not having had very good experiences with stray bullets ; for he was shot at the age of 7 and barely managed not to die right there – Prompted him to send a concerned glance at the werewolf currently taking cover a few meters away from him while their attackers continued to fire in their general direction.

“ Those assholes are gonna get us killed for real !”

How things could have come to this point? What seemed like a simple task turned out to be a true nightmare. One mistake after the other, and other, and other... accumulating like an avalanche in the dense snow, mercilessly falling over the two. Fighting against akumas was one thing, fighting against mere humans was entirely different; And unbelievably more problematic given the supposed nature of the duties of the duo. She should have gotten used to wounds like those, wounds made by the hands of those she was supposed to protect that hurt her ego more than her own flesh. However something else pierced her chest; this unpleasant feeling of guilt and anger started to boil up inside her as the wolf glanced at her companion only to find his expression of agony, and shortly after, the red fluid dripping from his wound attesting the exorcist had been shot.

A sudden burst of agony ripped through her whilst she tried to help the human to keep on his feet. She was a timing bomb herself; no full control over her emotions could cause her to change and these circumstances were no exception; More than a matter of self-preservation it was someone else’s life that could be at stake. Although Lucia could feel the beast that was already painfully taking over her body and mind bit by bit as the rage grew, she remained static as she tried to get phonemes together to speak to the young Bookman, wobbly words fading into growling sounds; “I need you to trust me...!”

And before the boy could even notice, sharp and bestial teeth started to grow inside his gum, pulling off the human ones, which, in turn, started to fall down from her mouth as much as he tried hard to form a single word to speak to the human. Consequently, her mouth was soon filled with blood. Sounds of bones breaking and flesh being torn apart could be heard, muscles and bones slowly expanding beneath the derm. Her features twisted in agony due to the countless painful impulses, carried throughout her entire spine to her brain. Hopefully, her body would grow strong enough to take them out of that situation... Or at least serve as the main target for those people.

#( SOOOOORRY I just kinda sorta NEEDED to continue this one? )#( I don't know if you've ever heard of it; but Lucia's lore comes mostly from the World of Darkness fandom. )#( There; werewolves /referred mostly as Garous/ can change into 5 different forms; the most powerful is CRINOS... )#( In crinos form Lucia TENDS to lose her temper so she usually doesn't change to this form unless necessary. )#( she tried to keep on GLABRO form?? At least she's more likely to keep her consciousness #( either way you don't need to answer this one... )#╰ 🐾 ╮• 𝓥；ESCAPIST．#( I just love gore and horror ye~~ )#( long post. )#inkxpapers

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kitty-bandit · 5 years

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☆Writer Asks☆

This was a ‘Get to know the author’ meme on twitter. Originally, you were supposed to answer a question if you got so many likes, but screw that. Let me just answer this ALL for you and tag some of my writing friends.

1. Explain your AO3 handle.

KittyBandit has been my handle forever. It’s rather self-explanatory. I like cats and I’m a bandit. I’m also possibly a cat? And perhaps I will steal myself one day...

2. Favorite fanfiction trope?

Do I have to pick just one? I suppose if we’re going to pick the trope I’m utterly devastated by every damn time, it’s Friends to Lovers Slow Burn.

3. Favorite place to write?

I prefer to write at home where I can be comfortable and have access to my teapot. Specifically, I like writing in my room, because I feel like it’s the best place I can turn off the rest of the world and focus. (Though, I do wish I had an office for that. Writing in bed can sometimes lead to me just falling asleep at the computer. XD)

4. Favorite ships in your current fandom?

Current fandom that I have my grubby little fingers in is D.Gray-man, and as always, I’m on the Laven train. But I’m also here for Lucky, Lucky Poker, Yulma, and a few rarepairs that have my heart at the moment. (Particularly Lavi x Link and Tyki x Alma, the latter thanks to @faeriexqueen)

5. What are your steps to get into the Writing Mood™?

I have to set up my writing area (either in my bed, on the couch, or at the dining room table) with my laptop, pillows, charge cords and (if it’s winter) a blanket and my fingerless knit gloves. I’ll make tea (either green or oolong, unsweetened), and I’ll light a candle or two to set the mood. When I’m ready to go, I put on some music or nature sounds (currently I’m heavily into the Skyrim SDTK or Emancipator for my writing music) and get to it!

6. What program/app do you use to write?

I use Scrivener on my laptop and googledocs on my phone.

7. List your zodiac sign, favorite ice cream flavor, Hogwarts House, and your opinion on pineapple pizza.

Scorpio/ Green tea ice cream/ Hufflepuff/ and pineapple never belongs on a pizza you heathens.

8. Link us a fanfic that made you cry.

I’m not one to actually cry over fanfics, but The Hurricane in His Veins by @saltyshiro actually did have one scene that made me cry when I read it. It was so emotional and hit me so deeply that I just broke down.

9. Link us a fanfic that made you laugh.

Okay, I know I said this before, but A Rough Patch by @errantknightess actually had me crying I was laughing so hard.

10. Link us a fanfic that left you in complete awe at the writer’s ability.

To be fair, there are a lot of people I admire, their writing far superior to my own. But one fic that hit me hard a while ago was Almost There by @errantknightess. I fell in love with that fic and her writing style instantly.

11. List your kinks.

Uhhhh all of them? We might be here all night. XD

But for real: A/B/O Dynamics; Dirty Talk; Mpreg; Breeding Kink; Dom/Sub Dynamics; Biting (as if the million vamp fics I’ve written wasn’t proof enough of that one xD); Roleplay; Sex Pollen; etc, etc...

12. How do you come up with your ideas?

They... just come to me??? Honestly, I will get inspired by almost anything. It usually has to do with something happening to me or a friend. (I wrote Bibliophile because I was stuck at work during a snow storm.) Sometimes I see a prompt and delve into a new AU from there. Sometimes I hear a song and the lyrics might hit me deeply. Sometimes I’m just talking with friends online and get inspired by the direction our fandom chat takes. Inspiration can really come from anywhere.

13. How do you implement said ideas into a cohesive narrative?

Oh boy. This is a hard question. I guess once the idea is set, I figure out the plot? I mean, it is definitely more difficult than that, but that’s basically it? I will think of where I want the story to go, major plot points, the ending, which characters I want in it, and then when I have that all floating around in my brain, I write out my plotline from there, filling in gaps where I can and working out plotholes.

14. What are your working on right now? Share a little snippet or a description.

Currently, I’m working on what has been affectionately dubbed the “Delinquent AU” for NaNoWriMo. It’s a HS AU with Lucky Poker and Yulma as the main pairings. Here’s a little snippet from what I have written so far (obviously unbeta’d):

As the week progressed, it became apparent how dull public school was. Lavi hadn’t realized it until the first few days passed, but the slow, monotonous rhythm never seemed to change. Day in and day out, he had the same classes, the same lectures, and saw the same people. Even then, he could’ve gotten over it if the work was not so dreadfully boring. Nothing his teachers gave him challenged him in the least—the only exception being art class, where he came to the painful realization that he couldn’t draw a stick figure to save his life. Alma had attempted to help him, but the more they tried, the more frustrated Lavi had become. He would’ve quit the damned class if it wouldn’t make Alma cry for ditching Kanda and them. The only intriguing thing about school thus far had been his interactions with the bold candy thief—Allen Walker.

Allen never spoke to him, but Lavi would’ve been a fool not to realize he’d caught his attention. He always entered the classroom just as the bell rang, rarely bothering to bring his textbooks or even a writing utensil, and each time he sat next to Lavi, he gave the redhead an amused look. Lavi was convinced the only reason Allen had even acknowledged his presence was because of their interaction at the convenience store, as fleeting as it had been.

Lavi had done his best to ignore it, but a bored mind liked to play games with itself. And the current game playing in Lavi’s head was a repeat of “What the fuck is Allen Walker’s deal?”

Tagging: @errantknightess; @faeriexqueen; @titty-now-titty-later; @candy-crackpot; @spiccan; @kashyurio; @silentium-nightshade; @tykipomme; @thefearofcod; @ninfia; And anyone else who would like to do this!

#personal #kitty bandit writes fanfiction #ask memes

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badlydrawnyullen · 6 years

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The Hours In-between

Disclaimer: I do not own D.Gray-Man

Warning: canon-typical violence, blood, mild dissociation.

Words: 1281

I honestly was not planning on writing this. This started as a 200 word drabble on my phone, but then it grew to this thing. Anyway, here's a thing to prove I'm still active--I hope you all enjoy it! (I will be continuing my longer fics during winter break.)

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There are times where Allen’s mind races from him, between the almost ethereal period between night and dawn. The constant struggle to hoard himself, his conscious mind, to his physical body is an exhausting challenge, one that he must trudge through every day. Somehow, Johnny’s voice had pierced through the water-thick depths of himself, allowing him to break free…allowing him to come back. He doesn’t know how this happened, doesn’t know why, but is eternally relieved that he is the one moving his body, not Neah.

The parasite inside him has been quiet since his return, no visions clouding his eyes nor snide comments in the back of his mind.

He would like to keep it that way.

However, it is in these between-hours where he is restless and near anxious, overworked brain fighting his equally exhausted body. Now, fists clenching lightly in the paper-thin sheets of their rented room, he takes a breath in an attempt to calm himself. His mismatched hands shake and his vision swims. Bone-deep exhaustion coupled with a mind in his state is the chemical formula for his own destruction.

But, this is not unfamiliar, he thinks with derision.

Like many other nights, he feels like he is in limbo, trying to burst free from the fathoms of everything negative keeping him down. He is not sure whether he is awake or asleep, but a soft snore coming from him side makes him aware of his bed partner. Silky, raven hair spills over the pillows as the owner shifts, turning slightly to reveal tanned skin and a tattooed chest and shoulder. Crack-like scars, almost white in appearance, stand out on the other’s body in the pale moonlight that is flooding their room. North America had been a difficult experience for the both of them, one close to dying, collapsing in shattered pieces, and himself nearly dissolving away for good, being swallowed by the enemy he is not supposed to be.

No other scars mar the beautiful person.

Allen knows this person well, the body even better. He has argued with Kanda until he was blue in the face and has held the taller form in his arms when the other needed it. Working together, talking together, and struggling to survive together has brought forth an intimacy that Allen never expected in his life. This intimacy, the particular kind of someone trusting you and having someone to put his own faith in, is addicting and terrifying all at the same time. It is this same level of closeness that plagues him during these in-between-hours.

He is never sure if he is awake or asleep—trapped between a nightmare, daydream, or reality—but he sees Kanda in every moment. Despite the Church praising the benevolence and mercy of God, the deity seems to hate Allen with a passion.

Every moment he sees Kanda, he sees the other collapsed at his feet, unmoving and not breathing. Like a passenger in the backseat of a carriage, he is victim to watching his own body move without his consent, deadly and savage. He sees his own hands, one human and the color of alabaster and the other a weapon and the color of sleek black, stained and dripping with hot blood. Horror clutches his heart like a desperate robber and his shivering has nothing to do with cold. He is close to being ill. A dam of memories surges, immediately showing him Kanda yelling at him to come back, trying to disarm him, fighting against him, eventually pleading on wet breaths not to kill him…and then, lastly, dying with metal talons obliterating his core-heart. The feeling of sick satisfaction that is not his own fills him, causing him to shudder.

The intimacy that he craves and revels in proves itself to be the key to Kanda’s downfall.

His face feels wet, but he is not sure if it is from tears, sweat, or both. He is here and not here. Sticky nails drag against his face in a desperate attempt to scratch away the smile that, again, is not his. How could he have destroyed Kanda? Every grunt, every huff, every snide comment, every touch, and every rare, genuine smile or laugh to come from the taller man…gone. All because of him.

The memory of Kanda’s last breath and the sound of his core-heart breaking in Allen’s weaponized hand plays over and over without relent. He wants to scream and rage and cry, but his body will not move under his command, but rather through another’s. He is disappearing, being swallowed alive by Neah once again, and at this point, he just wants to die. Kanda was the one supposed to hold him back, the one to stop him if the Noah took over, the one that was going to be there for him. Now his lovely Kanda is gone because of him, because of—

“—Allen…?”

Who is calling his name?

He blinks, and suddenly the blood and paralysis melt away. The thin sheets have shifted around him, though are still held captive by his clenched fists. The smell of copper does not hang in the air, but rather the smell of wood—even more prevalent, the familiar scent of green tea and soap.

“…Allen?”

Tears sting his eyes and his breath is stolen from him. I know that voice, I know that voice. He swallows, the overwhelming feeling of relief threatening to make him break down. Next to him is Kanda alive and breathing, looking at him with a pinched gaze. In any other occasion, Allen would have teased and said the other was constipated, yet jesting has no home in the room right now. Currently, he knows the particular set of the other’s jaw and the furrow in his brow meant great concern and worry, not anger. The stubborn exorcist was just too proud to say it in words, however.

He opens his mouth to speak, but the only thing that comes out is a broken, keening noise. Kanda reaches for him and silently pulls him close, caring but not pitying. It is a slow motion, comforting. No matter what, his older companion treats him as equal, despite their spats and banter. With an amount of strength that it should not have taken, Allen unclenches his fists and brings them to rest on the other’s arms. Ghosting over the red stigmata on Kanda’s inner forearms with his thumbs, he realizes that he is shaking. Kanda is warm against him—being a Second Exorcist gives him an elevated body temperature—and it is this heat that helps ground Allen to the here and now.

Without prompt, Kanda speaks. “I woke up and you were staring in some kind of daze, Moyashi.” Softer, he continues, “You wouldn’t snap out of it.”

This has happened before, and he is not proud of it. Despite that, Kanda knows not to tell him how much time he has lost. In response, he just presses himself closer to Kanda, resting his face against the heated, bare skin of neck.

The number of hours lost are growing more and more concerning each day.

Allen prays to the God who hates him—and who he is gaining an even greater dislike towards—and begs for Kanda to stay in his life. He has loved people as just friends, such as Johnny, Lenalee, Lavi, and others, and he has loved deeply in the familial sense, Mana as the very first and dearest and then the people of the Order.

But, it is in the hours in-between night and dawn where he comes across a startling, though not unwelcomed realization:

Kanda loves him, and Allen loves him back.

Published: 12/1/17

#my fics #fic: the hours in-between #yullen #allen walker #yuu kanda #text answer #badlydrawnyullen #dgm #d.gray-man #neah campbell #neah walker

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