Allen Walker

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retribute | lenalee + feitan (+ allen)

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featan:

The pounding of a fist on his door brought Feitan’s attention away from the female officer and to where the sound originated from. At first, he didn’t recognize who exactly it was though he did notice that the voice did sound familiar. It wasn’t until the white-haired male crashed through his window did he understand that this was the officer that he had stabbed that one time in the past.

Even though he didn’t know the two officers life stories he could tell that the female officer and Allen knew each other from how panicked he looked. Just exactly how much they knew each other would be put to the test. With no hesitation, he picked up the limp officer from the ground and put a knife to her neck. He added just a little bit of pressure but avoided cutting her as not to send the male into a spiral of a shootout from a mental breakdown.

“Put the gun down and she stays alive.” He demanded calmly as if he was ordering a coffee or something. This wasn’t his first hostage situation and it probably wouldn’t be his last. His eyes flickered around the officer a little and observed the damage done to his shop. Glass laid spewed about around Allen’s feet, if Chrollo was here he’d probably say it was beautiful or something. 

Point and shoot─ just like before. Allen held his grip on his assigned handgun, pointing it in the criminal’s direction. He took deep and quick breaths, trying to remember his training, but failing at comparing it to the current situation. This was different and so much worse than any training could’ve prepared him for. He felt weak and utterly hopeless at the sight.

If only she hadn’t been there─ Allen would’ve killed that bastard in a heartbeat. Hatred had fueled his current state to the point where he was able to realize it’s presence. He knew he needed to calm his nerves, but couldn't focus.

The officer was hesitant when Feitan spoke, knowing the consequences if he didn’t comply. Allen slowly lowered his gun, the same gutted feeling of hatred flowing through his every movement. Slightly crouching, he tossed the weapon to the floor in front of him and rose again to his tense stature. He wouldn’t risk Lenalee getting hurt.

“Just let her go.”

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𝕷𝖆𝖙𝖊 𝕹𝖎𝖌𝖍𝖙 𝕿𝖊𝖝𝖙 『Lenalee & Allen』

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     “Not this kind of monster,” she grimaced. “I can’t go back to bed– or, to bed in general,– until this thing’s gone.” Lenalee glanced back at the darkened hallway, lavender eyes landing on the white, trimmed, door, a small shiver sent down her spine in response to the thought of the creature that continued to roam the walls.

     “I’m telling you, Allen, this spider’s the size of my fist- I’m worried he’ll have the strength to match my own,” she joked. Perhaps this wasn’t the best idea- she can take care of it herself. Yeah! She could! Yet, what she was doing suggested the opposite.

     With slight hesitation, she kept her voice quiet. “Never mind, go back to sleep. You need it.” Lee smiled warmly, tucking a lock of her hair behind her ear. She kept her hands in her lap, sitting quietly for a moment, sorting through thoughts.

Allen’s tired hand reached out and rested on hers where they sat. His head moved slightly, now facing the ceiling as his sleep-deprived eyes hovered between open and closed. “If it scares you so much, I’ll take care of it.” He smiled, yet again resting his eyes and yawning.

The young adult lifted himself from the couch, sitting for a moment to gather himself before standing to his feet. Allen made his way to the bedroom and opened the door to peek in. “Where’d you last see this ‘monster’, Lenale─” If anything could wake him up it was this. 

He jolted and took a quick step backward, letting out a sudden yelp before adjusting his now wide eyes to the sight. The so-called monster coincidentally happened to be hanging from the ceiling right in front of him when he walked in. “Woah... you weren’t kidding, this spider is huge.”

Allen hadn’t cared much for bugs, and apparently, Lenalee felt the same. He watched it dangle from its web for a moment before looking back to Lenalee for assistance. “So... how do we go about this...” Allen turned again to the spider, “...without getting severely injured?”

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roses & chocolates / lenallen

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wind-waltz:

     “Well, I know a thing or two about most sports, but I’m not exactly into them,” she chuckled. “I read the reviews for this place and a ton of people said their wings were to die for, so why not die for ‘em?” She joked. “Not literally, though. Don’t die for the wings.”

     She crossed her legs on the couch, scrolling through the reviews and information she had previously mentioned. “If you don’t wanna go, that’s okay, you know. I don’t wanna make you go somewhere you don’t feel like going.” She made the mistake of looking up from her phone for a moment, probably blamed on reflex to see the person she spoke to, only to catch a glimpse of Allen in his room getting dressed before immediately looking back down to the phone screen with a slightly more reddened face than before. 

     “If you’ve got any other places in mind, you can go ahead and shoot. We should agree here, right?”

Allen had just finished sliding on a fitting black t-shirt. His outfit was a casual combination of denim and cotton, soon to be covered by a green military-style jacket and finished with a pair of Timberlands. February was a bit chilly in Solaris so it would’ve been wise to dress warmly after all. After tying the laces to his boots, he walked out to the living area where Lenalee had been sitting.

“Well, it’s my treat, so wherever you would like to go tonight, that’s where we’ll go. And we can always walk around a bit too─ even shop if you’d like.” He gave her warm yet excited smile, one he wished for her to return.

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ｅｓｃａｐｅｄ  ｓｕｓｐｅｃｔ  [ｌｅｎａｌｌｅｎ]

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     She chuckled, knowing that conversing would help keep his mind off of his injuries, or so she hoped. “Of course I know, I learned at the academy,” Lenalee proudly informed her partner, trying not to sound overconfident. “They taught us three different ways to stitch a wound, along with other ways to tend to lacerations or cuts and infections. Nasty course, good learning.”

     The quiet that shrouded the two afterward wasn’t the most comfortable, yet it wasn’t the worst situation she had been in. She continued walking and trying to keep him steady until they reached the patrol car when he walked himself to the passenger side. From the looks of it, Allen probably tore one or more of his stitches, meaning she would have to replace them carefully. Truth be told, she wasn’t the best with stitching, but she wasn’t the worst. She was sort of average if it made sense. Why was she thinking of this right now? 

     The officer slid into the driver’s seat and turned the keys into the ignition, buckling her seat belt afterward. “Buckle up, I wanna get you back home as soon as possible,” Lee smiled sympathetically before realizing that she’d just referred to his apartment as ‘home’. Her cheeks warmed slightly at the thought, still giddy that she had the opportunity to call it that. Pushing the pedal moderately, the vehicle sped into motion and began to make its way down the rain-drenched streets of Luna.

     A couple moments of silence passed before he spoke again. “Allen, don’t worry about it,” Lenalee smiled again, trying to reassure him. “You aren’t a mess. I mean, if I didn’t know any better, I’d say those scrapes and bruises make you look like a hero.” The female laughed for a moment before opening her lips again. “But I do know better, and you were doing your duty as an officer, and you just acted naturally back there, chasing that crook. You’re no mess; you’re a good cop dedicated to serving. That’s noble!”

If only he could tell her how cheesy she was acting. Of course, the white-haired officer appreciated everything she had to say. It was sweet of her to reassure him even though he still felt guilty. But if it were back then, they probably would’ve laughed it off over one of their games of ‘what is this person’s emergency?’ when they attended the police academies. Allen loved her too much to say something like that now though. He really… loved her.

“Thank you, Lenalee.”

Allen shared her a gentle smile then carefully buckled the seat belt on the passenger's side of the vehicle. The pain remained subtle, as well as the last thing on his mind.

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𝕷𝖆𝖙𝖊 𝕹𝖎𝖌𝖍𝖙 𝕿𝖊𝖝𝖙 『Lenalee & Allen』

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wind-waltz:

     “Well, it’s not really morning, but,” Lenalee whispered even though they were both awake, or one of them was, anyway. “Good morning anyway? I need your help.” She still felt a little guilty for making him perform such a task when he needed his rest, especially since he still had a wound to recover from. “There’s a monster in my room, y’see.”

      She still felt a little drowsy, not being able to sleep that much yet due to the spider currently marathoning around the walls of the bedroom. “I was wanting to know if you could take care of it for me? If it isn’t too much to ask for.”

Allen, with his eyes still closed, furrowed his brow at the sound of her odd request. He shifted his head in her direction, looking at her with a now concerned, yet still exhausted expression. Did he hear her right? All he really processed was something about Lenalee finding a monster in a room. And something about babysitting. Something like that, he assumed.

“Lenalee, aren’t you a little too old to be afraid of monsters?” Because of his current ‘sleep situation’, Allen found some things a bit funnier than they ought to be as he smiled after his comment. 

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roses & chocolates / lenallen

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wind-waltz:

     “I…”

     “I didn’t mean it like that!” Lenalee panicked slightly, raising her hands defensively in front of her. “Honest!” She couldn’t help but giggle out her apologies, the misunderstanding coming off as funny to her. “I-I’m just saying that I didn’t wanna spend too much of your money,” her words were broken by various chuckles and attempted bouts of laughter. She probably overreacted just as much as he did.

     “What am I in the mood for tonight…” her right hand went to her chin, index and middle fingers spread casually over her mouth as she thought. Proceeding after several minutes, she felt relieved when Allen suggested something that they could work with, and in this case, this suggestion didn’t need to be worked on. “Wings sound great,” Lenalee perked up, walking over to the couch where he once sat and replicating the action herself. “Didn’t a new place open up around the corner? Some kind of sports bar or something?”

“You want to go to a sports bar? Are you even into sports?” Allen asked, chuckling to himself over her suggestion. Of course, if that’s what she wanted, he definitely didn’t mind taking her. After all, he was pretty much in the mood for anything. Like all the time.

“I mean, yeah, wings are good but if you want to take it a step-up and get the whole atmosphere vibe going then I guess that’s alright too.” 

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can i stay? / lenallen

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wind-waltz:

     She knew what he was trying to say, but giggled nonetheless. “So gentlemanly,” Lenalee teased, but quickly remembered that she was his guest now. Respect was due, especially since he had generously given her his quarters. She was just so used to the past when they would freely jest at one another. The warm smile she held on her face grew brighter as she remembered them.

     “Are you sure it won’t be any trouble? I don’t want to keep you out of your room,” she followed Allen as he carried her luggage to the bedroom, feeling a bit bad for letting him take them while he had that wound. She silently wondered how he got it, more than likely acting dangerously. Was Luna that bad? Even if it was, transferring to Allen’s district was better than stacking papers and taking phone calls in quiet Umbra. Being out in the field beat secretary work by multitudes.

“Of course not. You had to come all the way out here so the least I can do is offer you a place to stay.” Allen set her luggage down next to a dresser in his room. “I don’t really have much in here,” he jested to the big waste of space, hoping she could fill it. “I keep most of my stuff in the closet over here so you can keep your things in the dresser if you’d like.” He’d hate for her to live out of her suitcases, so this setup was the best option at the time. 

“Oh- and the bathroom is right over there.” Allen pointed behind them across the room. “Would you like a tour of the rest of the place? There’s not much to see but I wouldn’t want for you to get lost.” The officer joked, hoping she’d agree to see the rest of the apartment.

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𝕷𝖆𝖙𝖊 𝕹𝖎𝖌𝖍𝖙 𝕿𝖊𝖝𝖙 『Lenalee & Allen』

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The officer slept soundly or tried to for the most part. You’d think that going to bed around 9-10 P.M. would have you ready early the next day. However, this was not Allen’s case. He’s had trouble sleeping ever since he started on pain meds, and unfortunately, they were more of a requirement than an option. This wound seemed to never go away, but at least he wouldn’t have to feel it half of the time.

Yet the main side effect of this medication was kinda like on-and-off heavy sleeping; one hour he’d be out cold and the next he’d be staring at the ceiling until he passed out again. Sometimes he’d be between those two things. So at the time that Lenalee’s emergency messages were sent, Walker was not awake to receive them, leading to his friend’s next move.

Luckily for Lenalee, a couple of pokes to his arm were enough to grab his attention out of sleep. Some of it at least. The officer was in that ‘drowsy, half-asleep’ phase like when you’re suddenly woken up half way through a nap. Anyway, Allen could barely keep his eyes open as he replied to his distraught friend.

“Oh- good morning, Lenalee.” His speech was a little slurred as he yawned, ready to fall back asleep.

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retribute | lenalee + feitan (+ allen)

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grotesque-executioner:

Within seconds he grabbed his handy chloroform rag drenched in the substance and pressed it to the officer’s nose. He wasn’t looking for a head on confrontation after some discussion in his mind as he wasn’t interested in having the smell linger around his store- not that he would mind though. 

“What a shame.” He muttered out to himself as he watched the officer. And it really was a shame, so much life to live and she wasted it with revenge. Not that he could say he would do any different but that’s how humans were; Selfish, careless, and dangerous. 

     “Wh–”

     Lenalee’s words were cut off when a rag was pushed to her face, too quickly to think of stopping her breathing. Instantly, she felt dizzy and weaker, slowly sinking to the floor, mind blotted and fogged and hazy as the drug set in. Chloroform, she thought, drifting through drowsiness and trying to keep herself sharp.

     She wouldn’t sleep, no, but she wasn’t strong enough to stand or fight. She stared through lidded eyes up at her enemy, anger simmering within her, trying to boil. This bastard…she should have known better. At this rate, all she could expect was torture or death, the latter probably being easier on the criminal before her.

It was a long day so far for the young officer, but Allen got home early from his shift, hoping to catch dinner or a movie with Lenalee before it got too late at night. Upon entering his apartment, however, he noticed that some of Lenalee’s things (things she took with her everywhere like her purse, keys, etc.) weren’t on the counter or sofa table like they usually were.

“Lenalee? You home?” Allen called out as he closed and locked his door, but no answer. Now that he thought about it, he didn’t exactly see her car in the parking lot either. Allen figure she was out shopping or something and he’d give her a call after a few minutes. Thought in mind, he continued to his room to change out of his uniform.

Though what he found when he entered the room grabbed his attention. It was a thin pile of papers peeking out from underneath the bed frame. Allen picked up the small stack, analyzing it in curiosity. It was the filed case from when he was stabbed along with a few papers that included a name and an address written in Lenalee’s cursive.

She didn’t... A shock came over Allen as he rushed back out the door, grabbing his necessities on the way. He called her cell over and over again on his way down to the parking lot, but still no response. The officer ended up calling for back-up when he finally got to his car. Hopefully, he’d get to this “ guroguro” place before anything happens. He just couldn’t believe Lenalee would go out of her way to find his attacker. It was stupid of her.

Allen arrived at the place before back-up it seemed. He fled his vehicle immediately, rushing to the door of the bookshop. Upon arriving, he hurriedly pounded his fist against the hard wood of the door. “Luna P.D., open the door!” After waiting and getting no answer, the young officer tried kicking the door open, but to no avail. There was only one option left.

Walker crashed through the stained-glass window of the building, shattered glass flying everywhere. At first, he landed on something plush but he ultimately ended up on the hardwood floors of the shop, surrounded by fragments of the broken window. It took a minute for him to recollect himself, especially with the odd scent in the air that made him somewhat nauseous and dizzy for only what seemed to be a second. Yet while on the ground, he instantly spotted his past attacker lingering over Lenalee’s limp body.

In the moment, Allen froze upon seeing Lenalee. From his point-of-view, he couldn’t tell if she was alive or not, and it scared him more than anything. The fear pushed him to scramble to his feet and draw his gun, but the thought of Lenalee was such a distraction, it was hard to stay focused on his situation.

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🎤💀🚿

🎤 - Can they sing?

Yes, and play the piano.

💀 - What are they afraid of?

Allen mostly seems fearless at first, but he’s actually afraid of fake things like myths and creatures and some horror movies.

🚿 - Do they like hot or cold showers?

Cold showers. Sometimes hot water bothers his scar.

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🔎🔋

🔎 - Random detail about them.

Allen cheats in poker.

🔋 - What makes them feel better after a long day?

Sometimes chatting with Lenalee when he gets home, other times crashing immediately.

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watermelon

Watermelon: How well can you swim?

“I would say my swimming ‘skills’ are about average, but we do go through rigorous training in the academies… so,…”

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Tomato and ugli

Tomato: What is your most embarrassing memory?

“I don’t want to talk about it…”

Ugli: Do you know more than one language?

“Not exactly, but ever since Lenalee has been here, she’s slipped a few Chinese words and phrases and stuff like that and I think I accidentally picked up a few of them from her. I have no idea what they mean.”

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dragon fruit?

Dragon Fruit: Do you believe in any legends or mythical stories?

“Well, I’d like to think that ghosts are real…”

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How exactly did you get a lightning scar? If you don't mind explaining...

“It’s actually not exactly as exciting as it’s all dolled up to be… Your chances of getting struck by lightning are like 1 in 700,000 I think… I just so happened to be that one very unlucky person. But if it makes the story interesting at all, I was really young when it happened and I shouldn’t have survived it either.”

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roses & chocolates / lenallen

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wind-waltz:

     Her coworker had been so kind, enough to buy her some lovely roses that could definitely add to the rounded aesthetic of Allen’s previously-vacant apartment. After slicing the last stem diagonally, she gently placed each rose in the glass vase and set them on the counter to display their elegance. Her friend had left town that day for a well-deserved vacation that she had been spilling details about to Lenalee, and it definitely made her consider going on her own vacation. However, she filed it away in her mind, since her main priority was making sure that Allen was resting up and healing.

     “Go out?” She stood at the entrance to the kitchen, drying her hands with a dish towel after washing them, still in her uniform. “I’ll have to get dolled up, you know. Are you feeling alright? I mean, you shouldn’t push yourself to move. You’re on paid leave for a reason.” Although these issues remained, she longed to get out and have a night on the town. It sounded awfully fun, something she needed. She sighed, knowing that she had already given in; she could afford at least one night that wasn’t related to work.

     “Ah, alright. Only if you’re feeling up to it, though,” Lenalee kept a stern yet sincere tone. “Give me thirty minutes. I need to change and get makeup on and…” she silently fell in love with the plan, walking past the living area to the bedroom he had graciously let her stay in.

     Why was finding an outfit such a challenge? She combed through the closet, eventually settling on a t-shirt, jeans, and a basic jacket. Lee wasn’t looking to spend a lot of money that evening, so why should she parade around in an outfit that looked like she was going to? She grabbed a trusted red pair of converse and slid them on. Moving to the bathroom, she began applying makeup to her face and brushing her hair. “Do you have anywhere specific in mind, Allen? I don’t wanna bust your budget, you know.”

“Wouldn’t you like to? It’s a nice night to be out anyway.” He wondered where they might go for dinner, the officer hadn’t exactly thought this completely through. Her answers, although somewhat reasonable, sounded like excuses, overall giving him the excuse to tease her for them. “Well jeez, if you don’t want to go with me, then you could just say so.“ Allen smirked, hoping she’d know he was joking.

A beaming smile spread across his face when she agreed to go. But thirty minutes to get ready? At least it gave him time to think of a place they could go. He could always get ready after her; it wouldn’t take him too long. As time went by, a few ideas had come to mind, but he was uncertain of what she’d be in the mood for.

“My╴ budget...?” That was so unexpectedly blunt, especially for Lenalee. Allen tried to linger from the thought of her comment, knowing she probably wasn’t trying to sound rude. “Well, what are you in the mood for tonight?” As he got up to change, Allen caught himself glancing at Lenalee’s outfit. It was cute and... also very casual? “...Wanna get some wings or something?”