“Che, General Tiedoll, we really don’t have time to be sitting out in the open like this to…draw,” Yu Kanda huffed, trying to keep his annoyance in check, although it was very difficult to do so. General Tiedoll merely hummed in reply.
“Oh, Kanda, you have to learn to take a break every now and again. It’s good for your health,” Tiedoll smiled to himself, hidden from Kanda’s line of sight, “And it’d help you to not look so sour all of the time.”
Kanda glared, grumbled, but did not spit back a retort, even though he thought his master’s philosophies were a waste of time. There was a war going on, after all, so he didn’t have the luxury of being able to “relax”. If you don’t want me to look so “sour”, Kanda thought bitterly to himself, Maybe you should stop being so careless with your hobbies.
“You have to learn to enjoy the little things in life, Kanda,” Tiedoll went on, the joking tone dropping from his voice. “You’ll be amazed how much your outlook on life will change once you can do that.”
Kanda’s scowl softened a bit in contemplation. What is that suppose to mean? He wondered, but did not ask, as he did not want to risk being talked down to, even though he knew his master would never purposely do that. He also didn’t want to risk seeing any glimpse of pity in the old man’s eyes, as he had seen before in his youth.
The more he thought about it, the bigger the picture became for Kanda. Sure, some may say he hated everything, but that wasn’t entirely true. There were some things he liked–even enjoyed. He liked soba a lot. He could appreciate an interesting flower when he came across one, though he kept that appreciation internalized. He liked being able to spend time outside after having been locked up in his childhood. He also liked–
“You know, Kanda, from that look on your face, maybe I was wrong to assume you did not enjoy the little things,” General Tiedoll abruptly spoke. “In fact, I’d even wager you are starting to enjoy the bigger things in life, too.”
“What are you talking about?” Kanda asked, annoyed at the cryptic comment.
“I can’t say for sure, but,” General Tiedoll stood, stretched out his sore muscles, and moved to stand in front of Kanda. “The look in your eyes…They have not always been that soft. I wonder, what were you thinking about just now? Ah, you don’t have to answer. I’m just happy to see that you’re happy.”
Kanda took a step back, eyes widening a fraction in surprise. He hadn’t realize his face had changed at all while he was thinking. General Tiedoll’s sudden comment through off Kanda’s train of thought, just as he was about to recall his time spent with you. Kanda’s eyes narrowed as his gaze fell to the ground. Did spending time with you make him happy? He wasn’t sure; he didn’t hate being around you, and preferred having you join him on missions than someone like Lavi or Moyashi.
“If I didn’t know any better,” Tiedoll spoke up once more while he gathered up his art supplies, now finished. “I would guess that you were in love. This old man can’t wait to see the day where his dear Kanda finds someone special!”
“Whatever,” Kanda mumbled under his breath, picking up their luggage and following after his master when he started down the dirt path. He didn’t think he was in love, but how could he be sure? He couldn’t remember what being in love felt like, other than painful. You didn’t make him feel pain, though, so was it really love? Or was he just letting the general’s words get into his head? Maybe so, but he couldn’t stop himself from thinking about you regularly for the rest of the day.
(Aaaaaa I’m glad you enjoy our writing! I miss Lavi too. Hoshino, when will my husband return home from war ;-; )
“I have no need for a heart.”
The redhead’s words echo in your head, playing back like a scratched record, months after you had initially heard them. The sudden seriousness and emotionless tone in his voice when he had said it shook you to the very core. You wouldn’t have ever guessed that that was how he actually felt, but then again, you didn’t really know Lavi Bookman. Despite his warm and welcoming nature, he was never very open in regards to himself–at least not in any serious tone.
You would have taken his word for it if not for the fact that you knew better. Despite his claims of not needing a heart, you saw how much he cared. His actions betrayed his words. When he ran to Lenalee’s aid during the Noah invasion at the Black Order, when he fought by Kanda’s side despite his lack of Innocence. He could have easily stayed in the sidelines to record history, yet he chose to act instead.
There was also the fact that no matter what, he always had your back, in both battle and daily life. You can’t remember exactly when this bond had been formed, but before you knew it, his presence had made a permanent residence in your life. A part of you wondered why the self-proclaimed “heartless man” had attached himself to you. You were not of any significant importance in this battle between Exorcists and Akuma, and yet he remained by your side.
“I have no need for a heart,” Lavi mumbled into your lap one evening, causing your hand to still, fingers frozen in the motion of carding through his scarlet locks. You thought your heart may have stopped in anticipation, waiting for a follow-up, or explanation for the sudden declaration. You had thought the two of you had gotten past this. “So why do you make me feel like I have one?”
You opened your mouth, and closed it. No words came to you. You stared down at him, heart thumping in your ears. He wasn’t joking or teasing you–in fact, his voice sounded very serious. He lifted his head off your lap to gaze up at you, his emerald eye searching your face, as if memorizing every last detail. You felt warm under the weight of his attention.
“Not only do you make me feel like I have one, you make me feel like I need one. It’s…so confusing, I don’t know what to do about it.” He turned his head slightly, raising your hand to his lips to press a kiss to it. He did not look you in the eyes as he continued. “I fought with this need to be beside you always, but I’m not a strong enough man to keep it up. I can’t even bring myself to flirt with anyone else–the thought alone makes me sick to my stomach. [Y/N], what do I do? What have you done to me?”
Finally, he looked you in the eye again, but did not let go of your hand. He looked so lost and unsure. Your eyes softened at the sight and you leaned down to press your forehead against his. He leaned into you, squeezing your hand.
“I’m sorry,” you whispered.
“You have me completely confused,” he whispered back.
“I’m sorry,” you echoed.
“Don’t ever leave me, okay?”
You leaned back a bit and Lavi opened his eye. You placed your hand against his cheek. His head tilted to the side a fraction, leaning into your hand.
“I only make that promise if you do.” Lavi closed his eye again.
“I promise, I promise, I promise,” he chanted under his breath.
Wisely Kamelot liked the rain. Despite the fact that it could be noisy, he found that it made things quiet, too. He hardly heard any stranger’s thoughts when he wasn’t fishing around in them, nor did he have any loud distractions outside on the streets. People avoided the rain. He didn’t go out in it or anything, but he welcomed it.
The added bonus of you making him a warm drink before cuddling with him wasn’t so bad, either. Nor was the feeling of the sweater he had on–big as it may be, as it was more Sheryl’s size than his own because that’s who he stole it from, though he’d say he “borrowed” it. He had one hand wrapped around his steaming mug and his other arm circled around you.
“Why is the rain always so cold?” You grumbled, tugging your blanket up to your chin as you snuggled in closer, shivering.
“It’s not always cold,” Wisely replied softly, distantly.
“You okay?” You questioned in a whisper, craning your neck back just a bit to see his profile. He took his time as he moved his gaze away from the wet window to look down at you.
“Yes, I’m alright,” he said, and he meant it. No headache, no annoyances. Just peace and comfort. This answer was enough for you.
“Okay, if you say so,” you murmured, letting your eyes drift shut as you snuggled against Wisely’s body heat. He held you as you napped, contemplating taking his own nap, but decided he’d rather keep an eye on your sleeping face.
“You look so cute like this,” he cooed at your slumbering form.
Yu Kanda didn’t seem like the type to be protective, not even to himself. He constantly threw himself into the heat of battle with little to no regard of his well being. He had often explained simply–when he even bothered answering–that his body could take it. That’s all he’d say.
You weren’t necessarily expecting anything to change when the two of you got together. Kanda was not the type of man to change easily. That was just one of the things you loved about him; you loved all of him, even the bad parts. That didn’t mean that they didn’t ever exhaust you, though.
You began to realize as time went on that maybe your initial assumption was incorrect. It started in battle: when the two of you fought together, Kanda hung back where you were, fighting by your side. He still disregarded his safety for the sake of taking fatal blows for you; luckily, he recovered every time.
Soon, that feeling of wanting to protect you began to grow. He’d walk closer to you on the sidewalk, becoming a barrier if any shady characters walked by–as an Exorcist, he was suspicious by nature. This evolved into him being right there when you tripped or lost your balance–a strong hand gripping your arm to steady you until you found your footing.
He never addressed this change, and you never brought it up. He wasn’t overbearing in his execution because he still wanted to be independent, but he was around enough that you felt safe, almost untouchable. In fact, in most cases, you actually were untouchable, because if somebody that you knew Kanda did not know laid hands on you, Kanda’d pry them off.
“Keep your hands to yourself. Don’t go touching somebody who didn’t give you permission.”
With a cold, steely gaze, Kanda’s eyes followed the offender all the way until they were out of sight, before sighing and going about his business, leaving you surprised. After taking a moment to recover, you rolled your eyes and followed after him, the corners of your mouth twitching upwards.
“You’re my knight in shining armor, Kanda,” you sang, a slight hint of teasing in your voice.
“Che. Only because you won’t do it yourself.” He countered, making you pout.
“You’re one to talk…” you mumbled, and he chose to ignore that comment. In a meaningful tone, you added, “Thank you, though, for always being there for me. You don’t always have to protect me, but…thank you.”
Kanda was quiet for a bit, and for a moment, you were worried that maybe you worded that wrong or something. He looked at you–really looked at you, taking all of you in, silently appraising you. His hard eyes softened just a bit, but he turned away so fast that you thought that you had imagined it.
(*chants* One of us, one of us– Join us in this flaming Alma pit of which there is no escape! Also, on a serious note, I have to apologize for making headcanons of his reaction instead. I’m just…really clueless and awful when it comes to flirting, but I sure as Hell know how to be flustered.)
Alma is not familiar with flirting–or at least doesn’t remember how to do it–when he gets introduced to the Black Order officially. He does, however, learn what it is very quickly after meeting you.
At first, he just thought you were being really nice! Though sometimes the things you said confused him, as they didn’t necessarily make sense in context of the conversation. Once he starts reading between the lines, though… Cue The Blush
He’s already at least a tiny bit blush-y around you. There is an unmistakable dusting of rose across his cheeks, highlighting his scar(or is it some sort of marking/tattoo? I feel like it’s a scar.) Because of his pale complexion, though, the moment you get your flirt on, even if it’s a rather tame comment said in passing, everyone within a mile radius can see his face heat up.
He nervously giggles, the sound a lot higher pitched then his normal voice. He stares at his lap with eyes as wide as saucers. He’s suddenly such an awkward little cherry, but he never tries to run away.
After a while, the reaction tones down a bit, but not by a lot. He’s easily flustered, the poor lad. But he’s also happy. Even if you don’t like him the way he likes you, he loves the attention.
He has honestly tried to flirt back once or twice. He stumbled over his words and in the end it sounded more like a very heartfelt compliment than anything. He is too good, too pure.
Allen isn’t entirely innocent–thus, it isn’t always easy to get him flustered. At least, not in the way that leaves him red in the face.
Around you, however, is a much different scenario. He doesn’t run from you, nor does he avoid being near you. In fact, he could almost get away with the fact that he’s got a crush on you. Almost.
If you make eye contact or accidentally brush against him… hoo boy is he a mess. His face will light up like a shining tomato and he’ll quickly move away. Sometimes, he moves so fast that it startles you.
He’s pretty obvious to everybody else who is witnessing it. That doesn’t necessarily mean you always know why he does these things. In fact, there is the chance that this could lead to some misunderstandings between the two of you. It could seem like he doesn’t like you, but that couldn’t be further from the truth.
He only pulls away because if he doesn’t, his poor heart might give out from how hard and quickly it’s beating. It sounds like warning alarms in his ears. “Danger! Danger!” However…he doesn’t entirely mind it, either?
Despite being super bashful in regards to touching, he still takes every chance he can get to be near you. If you two are in the same room, he gravitates towards you–sometimes without him even noticing that he’s doing it.
It was not a question–more like an exclamation of disbelief. Alma had just sat his food tray down next to you on the table and was in the process of sitting on the bed. He had one leg hooked over the smooth wooden plank before your words stopped him momentarily in his tracks. He glanced down at his tray questioningly.
“Noodles?” He answered questioningly. Surely you had seen noodles before? He didn’t want to seem rude, though, and thus did not ask.
“No, I know that,” you huffed. “I meant the pile on top of them.”
Alma lifted his other leg over the bench and sat down. He beamed brightly at you, taking up his pair of chopsticks and breaking them apart smoothly.
“Mayo! I love the stuff.”
You stared at the mountain of Mayo. You stared, and stared, and stared. Alma did not notice it and dug in to his meal. The movement of his hand snapped you out of your daze.
“You sure do,” you replied dryly. Alma’s chewing slowed and he watched you for a moment. He slid over closer to you, bringing his bowl along with him, and pinched some noodles, twisting them around the chopsticks in order to keep the Mayo from falling off, and offered the bite to you.
“Here, try it! It’s good!”
Your eyes widened and you quickly met his gaze. You weren’t entirely sold on the idea of sticking that mess in your mouth. You could respect his tastes–or at least tolerate them–but that did not mean you wanted to try them. You opened your mouth to let Alma know as much, but he took it as a sign for him to stick the bite in your mouth and proceeded to feed you. You made a startled noise and closed your mouth around the chopsticks on reflex to keep from spraying food everywhere. It felt like you had a big glob of Mayo in your mouth, and you couldn’t taste the noodles at all. He removed the chopsticks and you had no choice but you chew and swallow. The act sent a shiver down your spine and you closed your eyes a moment to recover.
“It was good, right?” He asked hopefully. Without opening your eyes, you weakly responded to him.
“It wasn’t quite to my liking.”
“Aw. Too bad. More for me, then.”
Alma ate on, happy as ever, totally unaware of the horror you had just experienced.
(So this is a sequel of sorts to this fic I did a while ago! I figured this request accurately describes the thoughts running through his head after he left the reader.)
Train rides were never completely quiet. If it wasn’t the sounds of the passengers chatting, it was the sound of the carts chugging along on the tracks. There was the sound of the wind rushing by when a window was left open. There was the occasional sound of the train whistling blowing. There was the sound of your heart beating in your ears if you held your breath and tried to will all the noise away.
Yu Kanda, however, heard none of these things. No talking, no whistles, no heartbeat. He sat in his personal compartment, hunched over with his elbows braced against his knees, his hands folded so tightly in front of his face that his knuckles were white. His dark eyes had fallen shut quite some time ago. Your words were the only thing he heard, echoing loudly in his head, shaking him to his very core. To people who did not know him any better, they might think he was praying.
You were pregnant, and Kanda had no idea how. Well, he knew that you two had had sex, and that protection wasn’t used. He was so sure that he wasn’t able to have kids–but now that he thought about it, there wasn’t any real reason he should have thought this. Nobody from the Asia Department’s labs had told him otherwise. He also hadn’t asked them, either. He probably would have asked Dr. Edgar, but Alma had interrupted that talk about moms and dads. So it was never something he dwelled on.
Now, however, his mind was racing. How could he let this happen? What would the Order do once they found out? Would he even be able to care and provide for you? How was he suppose to be a father? Would you have to get rid of the baby?
What if his biology would somehow hurt the baby?
He couldn’t bare the thought of seeing your hurt expression when it was something caused by him. He had made a silent vow to himself to protect you, but there was the chance that he would only hurt you in the worst way possible.
This train ride was taking a very long time.
He sighed and leaned back against his seat, his numb hands folding over Mugen, which he pulled into his lap. He tilted his head back and stared at the ceiling of the train cart as if the answers were written there for him to discover. His luck was not so fantastic for that to be the case. He decided, for your sake and his own, that he was overthinking things at this stage. He still had some time to think things through. He exhaled slowly to calm his racing mind and once again let his eyes slip close. Kanda steeled himself for his mission, pushing all of the nagging thoughts to the back on his mind with one simple promise: whatever happens, he’s going to put what’s best for you first. He silently hoped for the best, and when the train whistle blew, signaling they had reached their designation, Kanda stood and walked out, leaving his worries behind him, locked up in the train compartment.
Tyki Mikk stared blankly down at your hunched over form. This was suppose to be a nice, romantic stroll through town, but you had seen something that made the both of you stop so you could investigate. This said investigation had revealed a kitten–Tyki thought it looked more like a cotton ball with eyes and legs–that you were currently petting and cooing at. He had been bent over, watching, and it was starting to hurt his back. He took a slow draw of his cigarette, which dangled securely between his lips, before exhaling a cloud of smoke. You glanced briefly at him.
“Tyki, if you’re going to smoke, go do it over there. It’s not good for the kitty.” You scolded.
“You aren’t going to try and caution me of my own health?” He asked rhetorically, but respected your wish and woefully put out his cigarette.
“Has smoking ever actually killed a Noah before?”
“Fair point.”
You continued to give the little cat all of your attention. Tyki sighed and stood up straight, stretching his back. He put his hands on his hips and stared holes into the back of your head.
“You aren’t thinking of adopting it, are you?” Tyki pondered aloud.
“Well, why not? She’s all alone out here. She looks so sad,” you carefully picked up the kitten and turned to look at him. “How could you say no to this face?” You pouted for affect.
Easily, he thought, but he knew that he wasn’t going to be able to talk you out of it now. He shook his head in defeat.
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