You know what I need?! Ama giving Kanda relationship advice 😂

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“Aw, Yu!” Alma Karma sang out suddenly. “You like Y/N, don’t you?”

“Shut up,” Yu Kanda hissed. “Keep your voice down, do you want the entire Order to find out?”

“You aren’t denying it!” Alma gasped, raising his hands to his mouth in shock. “I never thought I’d see the day! Devil Yu really does have feelings!” Kanda glared daggers at him.

“Oh, I have plenty of feelings,” he spat venomously. “Currently, I’m feeling rage because you won’t shut the Hell up.”

“No need to be so cranky, Yu,” Alma replied casually, totally unaffected by his friend’s cruel tone. “Have you told them yet?”

“Of course not,” Kanda said, looking suddenly very exhausted. “Why would I?” Alma shook his head, eyes wide as his jaw dropped.

“Why would… That’s a dumb question! You can be so stupid sometimes,” Alma quickly cut off whatever retort Kanda had on the tip of his tongue. “Maybe they like you back? How would you ever know if you don’t tell them your own feelings?”

“I’m not stupid,” Kanda growled. “And I don’t care about their feelings. I personally believe this is a total hindrance, and I don’t wish to pursue it.” Alma smiled pitifully at Kanda, patting his shoulder. Kanda shook his hand off.

“You’re just being shy. That’s okay! That’s what I’m here for! I wanna help you, Yu!” Alma splayed his hands out in the air, waving them in front of Kanda as if he were unraveling a scroll on a table. “Okay, here’s my thought: Show off our–er, specifically your–incredibly abilities as, you know,” Alma stopped and used one of his hands to gesture to Kanda’s chest. “Yeah, you know. The next time you two get assigned a mission together, show them that you’ve got their back. Nothing’s more romantic than knowing that someone’s got your back, always, no matter what, and that will keep you safe and protected!”

“No,” Kanda replied bluntly.

“Hrm, fine, but at least keep that one in mind,” Alma tapped his chin in thought before his eyes lit up. “A-ha! I know! You could stay classic and traditional and get them some flowers! I know you like those sorts of things.”

Kanda just sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose. “Please just stop talking.” To his dismay, Alma did not, in fact, stop talking.

😅😅😅I’m so happy to see you active today!! I love our blog so much, makes my day to see all do the cute stuff you write!! ❤️❤️ I was wondering, if it isn’t too late and you’re up for it, if you could write a Drabble about Lavi running away with his s/o to elope???? Thank you and have a wonderful day!! 😆😃👍

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(Asdfghjkl hun you are so sweet, thank you so much! I’m glad we could make your day! Featuring one of my all time favorite gifs of my husband. *blows a kiss at the night sky* for Lavi.)

“This is crazy,” you gasped for the nth time since you had deserted your role as Exorcist with your lover and soon-to-be husband.

“A good crazy or a bad crazy?” Lavi Bookman chuckled, raising his eyebrow at you. Happiness twinkled in his eye, and you decided quietly to yourself, good crazy.

“Are you…sure about this?” This was another question you had kept asking. Lavi smiled in understanding and nodded, reaching over to grab your hand and raise it to his lips, placing a chaste kiss to your knuckles.

“Of course,” he said through a smile. “I should be asking you that. I’m not deserting my actual job–I’ll still be a Bookman–but you, on the other hand, don’t have that luxury. You know they’ll come after us, right?” His smile fell and his face became deadly serious.

“I know,” you gulped. You steeled yourself, pushing the nerves down–you had already made your decision, long ago. “I didn’t just rush into this blindly, you know that.”

“That’s my Y/N,” As if by magic, his grin had bounced back into place. “Clever as a fox, you are. Never one to rush into things without a plan.”

“Oh, hush, you,” you replied, feeling your own smile spreading. You reached over to lightly whack his arm with your free hand and he laughed, tugging you by your joined hands into his side. He released your hand and put his arm around your shoulders, holding you close. You could feel his lips against the top of your head as he placed a kiss there.

“I love you, you know that, right?” He asked softly.

“I know,” you echoed your earlier statement. “You said yourself, I’m a clever little fox, aren’t I?” You heard him let out a breathy chuckle. Your eyes softened. “I love you, too.”

“It’s not…traditional, nor conventional, for a Bookman to have any sort of family ties outside of the Clan, but,” He gently squeezed your shoulder. “We’ll make it work. I can’t wait to be able to call you my wife.”

“Of course, husband,” you replied, craning your head back to smile at him. “We’ll figure it out, together.”

“Forever and always,” he promised.

Ummm your recent Alma scenario made me think of something. Alma demanding Kanda help him impress y/n? “Yuu, help me get them to like like me” or something?

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“Yu! You have to help me impress them!” Alma Karma demanded in a whiny tone, stopping his companion in his tracks by grabbing hold of the other man’s arm with both of his hands. Yu Kanda shot him an annoyed look.

“I couldn’t care any less,” he began, before another thought derailed his original line of thinking. “And anyways, how the Hell would I help anything? When have you ever seen me jumping at the chance to impress anybody?”

Alma jutted his bottom lip out and wrinkled his nose a bit, his eyebrows drawing together in a pout. His childhood friend was usually a man of few words, but when he did talk, he never had anything nice to say. A true friend would have responded with, sure, Alma, I’ll help in whatever way I can! He realized now that it was silly of him to think Kanda would help at all. Sometimes, he could be just so cruel.

“Why are you always such a jerk, Yu?” Alma huffed, avoiding Kanda’s question. Kanda raised his eyebrows and lifted his hands in exasperation.

“You are impossible, Alma. Just–I don’t know, be yourself, or something. That’s what Lenalee would say.”

“I know that she would say that,” he grumbled softly. “I already asked her to help.”

“I–what?” Kanda took a step back. “Then why the Hell are you bothering me about it?”

“Because I thought you would care about my future, you jerk,” Alma sniffed dramatically. Kanda just shook his head and stormed off. Alma glared at his retreating form until he was out of sight and huffed once more. It looked like he was going to have to follow Lenalee’s advice after all–he had no other options.

Lavi reaction headcanon to his s/o giving him a kiss on the eyepatch randomly.

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Lavi is admittedly a little surprised every time you do this.

It’s a good surprise, though!

I mean, you are coming in from his blindside, so he will never see it coming.

He thinks it’s so cute and loves the affectiion. He’s a very affectionate man.

He’ll wrap an arm around your waist and tap his lips, demanding to get an actual kiss from you.

He’ll repay the favor by surprising you with random kisses on cheeks. He can be very sneaky, as we have seen in the village where Krory comes from where he just pops out of the barrel.

Could I please request headcanons of the main four + Link, when they know they’re in love with their s/o and decide to tell them?

exorcistcupid:

(Mmmmm I’m gonna answer these as a “what makes them realize they are in love with their S/O”. I’m pretty sure I’ve down confession headcanons in the past for them.)

Honestly, Allen falls in love all at once. It hits him like a splash of cold water.

He sees you one morning, and you’re talking to somebody, and he’s watching your little unconscious mannerisms and ticks and realizes, “I’m in love with them.”

At first he’s a little shocked–he didn’t exactly wake up thinking he was going to have that revelation today, but here he is. And then he smiles, because he’s okay with it.

He comes over and sits by you and when you ask him what the smile’s for he just hums and shrugs, gazing at you in awe. It’s a good look for him, though, him being lovestruck.

Kanda would take a long time to realize he’s in love with you, and it’s your patience that seals the deal.

You’ve stuck around with him this long, but that’s not it. You are patient with him even when he’s being an ass, or when he’s confused and lost.

He thinks you are a saint and the love he has for you is so strong it hurts and kind of scares him.

And then you smile at him and that’s it, he’s gone. RIP Kanda

Lavi falls in love with your spirit. Your smile, your laugh, your life. He thinks you are a goddamn blessing and like Kanda, he’s terrified.

Bookman aren’t suppose to have a heart and it’s like you stepped in and every glance, every gentle touch, every giggle and whispered uttered has filled his empty chest with warm love.

And he’s happy. So happy. He could cry. He doesn’t. But he could.

He’s conflicted. This really threw his plans out the fucking window. How is he going to be able to leave you now that he knows he loves you so much? It would kill him.

Lenalee falls in love with your strength. Not just physical strength, but your mental and emotional strength.

She’s always been worried that she wasn’t strong enough, and next to you, she realizes that that wasn’t the case; you make her realize that she was just strong in her own way, just like you were strong in your own way.

It makes her happy. You make her happy. She really wants to spend the rest of her life with you, no matter how long or short it may be.

She also falls in love with the way that you get along with Komui. She was afraid he would scare you off, but yet here you are, still with her.

Link falls in love with your gentleness. He’s so used to being surrounded by rough and tough characters–a lot of which seemed heartless–that he feared that he, too, would become like them.

And then here you come waltzing into his life, tugging out his inner kindness and gentleness.

The gentle way you seem to chip away at his rough exterior with a metaphorical chisel, breaking a part his protective wall and letting his feelings ooze out.

He realizes this when he’s making you your nth packed lunch in the early hours of the morning. His hands freeze as the realization dawns upon him, and he needs a moment to just breathe.

I agree!! I wish he could have survived! Could you do a scenario with Alma? Whatever you want to do plot wise! (But it would be cute to have him pestering Kanda somewhere in there, yeah? Lol)

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(It’s official: exorcistcupid is now following a timeline where Alma is alive and well. Okay? Okay.)

“Yuu, they are perfect,” Alma Karma cooed at his long standing best friend. Kanda sighed and pushed his noodles around with his chopsticks.

“That’s nice,” he replied dryly. “I don’t care.”

“Aw, Yuu!” whined Alma, grabbing his friend by the arm and shaking him. “I listen to you whine and complain about your life problems, the least you could do is pretend like you care about mine!”

“If they are so perfect, why are you considering them one of your ‘life problems’?” Kanda asked, shoving his bowl away. He was no longer hungry. “Idiot, that makes no sense.”

“Oh, no! You misunderstand. They aren’t the problem, I am!” he lamented. “I just can’t work up the nerve to talk to them.” Kanda shook his head in exasperation.

“You talk them every day? What hell are you going on about?”

“No, like, you know, to talk about other stuff. You know, like,” Alma lifted the inside edge of his coat–which was unbuttoned, as always, to hide his face in the lapel. “Feelings, and stuff.”

“Say ‘like’ one more time and I’m dumping my noodles on your head,” Kanda promised. “And also, let me reiterate: I don’t care.”

“Yuu,” Alma whined again, beating on his friend’s arm. “You are so mean!”

“Alma? You alright over there?” He heard come from behind him. It must have been the angel’s choir with how beautiful they sounded. He turned slowly and beamed at the newcomer.

“Y/N!” He sang. “Everything’s a-okay! Yuu’s just being a jerk, like usual!” He elbowed Kanda in the ribs, who in turn shoved him–not hard enough to knock him off the bench, but enough to push him away. You laughed softly at the exchange.

“You can come eat with me, if you want,” you offered. A soft dusting of rose colored his cheeks and he scratched the side of his face, embarrassed.

“Thank you! But if I leave, Yuu’ll be all alone. Oh! I mean, Kanda. You won’t be alone, because I’d be with you,” he rambled off. He cleared his throat. “I’ll just stay here, but really, thanks for the offer!”

“Well, okay, if you say so. See you later, Alma, Kanda.” You nodded at each before leaving with your tray of food. Alma sighed dreamily and watched you leave, elbows on the table and his chin sinking into his hands.

“Gross,” Kanda grumbled at his friend.

I’m not sure if you’re currently taking requests (if not, please ignore)? I was wondering if we could get a Drabble of Lavi playing with his daughter and just enjoying life with his s/o? Like his daughter is super into history too and other cute stuff..Sorry, I just want him to have a happy ending! 😭

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(God me too, anon. I would literally die for him. Also I know you said history but my mind instantly went to literature, I am so sorry!)

“With a battle-ready cry, our hero bursts into the room, crying, ‘Turn, hell-hound, turn!’” cried Lavi Bookman in a passionate tone, raising his wooden toy sword.

“Turn, hell-hound, turn!” Parroted his young daughter, raising her own wooden sword.

“’You cannot defeat me!’ mocks the evil tyrant,” Lavi scowled dramatically, raising a hand to his chest. “For the tyrant still believes himself untouchable, for only a soul born of no woman could do him any harm, but alas, our hero proclaims, ‘I was not born! From my mother’s womb, I was untimely ripped!’”

“Ew,” his daughter replied, breaking character, as she stuck her tongue out. Lavi laughed.

“Icky,” he agreed.

“I was not born!” she forged on, but her face was twisted into disgust at the words, which looked comical on a six year old’s face.

“And so, the two set forth and battle!” As soon as the last word left his lips, his daughter charged, clacking their swords together. He rotated his blade this way and that, blocking more than anything. “The battle proved to be an anticlimatic ending for the tyrant who thought himself so much more. A battle of words, a twist of beliefs, all falling on deaf ears, until our hero removes the tyrants head from upon his traitorous shoulders!”

His daughter touched the tip of the wooden blade to Lavi’s neck with a victorious Ha! Lavi fell back onto the bed, sticking his tongue out and pretending to be dead. He could hear the young girl cheering. He peeked his eye open and smiled, taking the opportunity to tickle her when she was least suspecting it. She howled out a loud laugh, trying to wiggle away from him.

“Daddy! You’re suppose to be dead!”

“I’m a zombie, rawr!”

“Zombies don’t rawr! Monsters do!” Lavi raised his hands in surrender.

“Right, right.” His daughter climbed up onto the bed and sat next to him.

“So Macduff wasn’t born?” she asked.

“Nope,” Lavi said, relaxing back onto the bed, his long legs bent over the edge. “They had to remove him from his mom’s tummy through other means. Different than how you were born, at least.”

“I see…” she said. “So I wouldn’t have been able to defeat Macbeth myself?”

“Sure you could,” he assured. “They relied to much on Fate, and that’s why these stories end the way they do. They fall into Fate’s hands itself. The only reason why Macbeth thought someone like Macduff would beat him was because the witches predicted it, but in the end, it was because Macduff had his own score to settle. How he was born didn’t have anything to do with it–not really, at least.”

“I liked the witches,” she giggled. “They talked funny.”

“Lavi,” came a warning voice from the doorway. Lavi lifted his head and saw you standing there, hands on your hips. “Why are you telling our six year old the story of Macbeth?”

“It’s a classic!” he countered in his defense. “And I left a lot of the gorey bits out!”

“I cut daddy’s head off!” his daughter chirped. You slapped your own forehead and groaned. Lavi pouted at his daughter.

“Traitor.”

“I guess that makes me Macbeth now!”

Arystar Krory and proposing to this s/o or crush??

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Okay so Krory has no idea what the Hell he’s doing but that doesn’t make him any less excited about the idea

Or nervous. He’s scared as Hell, even though you’ve never given him any reason to believe that you would ever scorn him, and that you love him.

He would wait for a long time into the relationship before even considering the idea.

He definitely seeks out the advice of his two closest friends: Allen and Lavi

And he tries every idea they give him. Even the dumb ones because he is a gullible man oh my god somebody save him.

Most attempts end up in him scampering off like a spooked animal. You can’t count how many times now he has said “Y/N I need to ask you something very important” before freaking out and sprinting off.

Now your beginning to panic

He ends up settling on a class courtship. Like, you were already dating, but he starts being exceptionally romantic and gets you gifts and such. Little things, he does have to buy you a ring, after all.

And he does. It’s simple, but quite pretty.

You have to coax the question out of him because you’re exhausted of this worry he’s put on you. He whispers it out and you have to ask him to repeat himself a couple of times before he gulps and mutters loud enough for you to hear that he wants nothing more than to marry you.

Then he forgets about the ring and scrambles to pull it out but you’ve already pulled him into the kiss but wait the ring-

He gives it to you after the kiss.

If headcanons are still open could do Alma!lives headcanons where his s/o learns about his past?

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(This AU is so valid and I am subscribed to it always)

Alma was very good at keeping his past from you, but chances are you overhead him talking to Kanda about it when he thought you weren’t around.

It’s not that he wanted to keep secrets from you, he just didn’t want to make you sad! And oh boy, did it make you sad.

He sees you and smashes that mofo panic button, jumping up and hurrying over to try to cover up what he just said, but he eventually gives in and tells you everything. Kanda quietly excuses himself.

He’s devastated you had to find out this way–or that you had to find out at all.

Here he is, comforting you, and you feel a little silly because shouldn’t it be the other way around? And he sort of feels wrong for comforting you after the shit he did.

He assures you that things have been much better for him and that he’s gotten better ever since he became a full-fledged Exorcist. He admits that he hates the Order, but he loves you, and nothing will change that, no will he ever endanger you.

He will understand if you’re a little (or a lot) afraid of him. He’s just, you know, absolutely bloody terrified of that.

It’s a hard thing to imagine having to do, but if you reassure him–even if it’s just a little bit–he may start crying from relief.

He genuinely loves you so much and he would never hurt you. Which he blabbers into your shoulder when you hold him.

If requests are open I was wondering if I could have a scenario of Tyki and his S/O who owns a flower shop! Thank you so much! Happy holidays!!

exorcistcupid:

(Happy Holidays, dear! I’m not sure if anyone is still celebrating, but just in case!)

Tyki Mikk pushed open the door to the little shop, instantly getting hit with the strong, mingling scents of the floral inhabitants. The bell overhead jingled as he entered and closed the door behind him. He removed his top hat and ran a hand through his hair, smoothing it back, as he cast his gaze across the artistically cluttered area. It was very bright and warm and damp in here. Still, it was not the flowers he was looking for.

He strode up to the back counter and peered around before leaning slightly over the granite surface to squint into the back room. It was dark back there and partially covered by a red curtain, so he couldn’t make out what was back there. He stood up straight once again and tapped the bell on the counter once. He heard shuffling, followed by a muffled, “Just a minute!” He smiled fondly at the voice and set his cane and hat upon the counter. The curtain moved aside to reveal his beloved Y/N, looking a little frazzled and embarrassed. The look quickly turned to shock, and then happiness.

“Tyki!” You sang, hurrying over to the counter. “What are you doing here?”

“I was in the neighborhood and thought that I might stop by,” he informed, his eyes falling to the counter as a gloved finger traced circles on the smooth surface. “I apologize for not having brought a gift. I would have brought flowers, but, ah,” He leaned back from the counter to gesture around the room. You smiled and shook your head slightly.

“It’s alright, Tyki, your presence alone is gift enough.” He chuckled at that.

“So I have been told,” he mused. You turned and began tying together lovely bouquets that had been ordered over the phone earlier that day. Tyki watched you work fondly. “What is a man to get for someone who works with flowers all day?”

“Mm, well flowers are a plenty fine gift,” you said, not turning around. “I like them just fine, or else I wouldn’t have opened this shop. However,” you stopped for a moment to think, tapping your bottom lip thoughtfully. “I suppose a snack would work, too. I’m quite hungry.”

“Of course, my love,” he chuckled. “I’ll go to the mark down the block to get you something to make up for my lack of a gift, how does that sound?”

“Heavenly,” you replied, and your stomach decided to agree loudly at that moment. You flushed in embarrassment and put your hand over your stomach, glaring at it. Tyki laughed and when you turned around, he reached over the counter to grab your hand and raise it to his lips, pressing a quick kiss to it.

“I’ll be back before you know it. Do try not to wither away while I’m gone, okay?” You laughed and waved as he left. You pressed your hand to your chest and smiled fondly, watching him through the window as he disappeared from your view.