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Yullen 💞💞 . special gift for @a1y-puff

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SO I GOT TAGGED BY @a1y-puff for the handwriting meme! Wanted to do this before I forgot haha. If anyone else wants to do this feel free. It was fun! Though I rly need to sleep yay early shifts

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(So my first try of this apparently got deleted! Yay!)

“You know that’s f–stupid, right?” Kanda asked as he stared at Allen in disbelief. He was currently hopping along the slick rocks that crossed the river they’d been following for the last hour. Kanda grimaced when Allen turned on his feet and swayed.

“What did Master Tiedoll say?”

That was a legitimate question but, “We’re in the middle of the goddamn forest if you fall then that’s you fault.” He looked down then to adjust Mugen at his hip and that’s when he heard it.

A barely there yelp and suddenly a loud SPLASH.

Kanda let out a snort. “Told you.”

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[DGM] Proposal

Fandom: D. Gray Man

Pairing: Yullen (or AllenKanda)

A/N: This is part 1 of 2 for a1y-puff‘s birthday! (technically it’s still the 6th over here but the point was to upload it at midnight her time) HAPPY BIRTHDAY AI EDIT: okay so the last few paragraphs were missing (this is what I get for trying to prepare ahead and then forgetting to check until the fic was posted OOPS). They should be here now, though!

Kanda had decided, some time ago, how he was going to do it. He remembered the night clearly. It was one of the many where he’d been asked to guard the bar by Mahoja while Allen was working. It was amazing what just a little bit of eyeliner and some matte lipstick could do when he was up there under the lights, flashing a smile in that shirt and vest combo that fitted him like a glove.

Most people now a days never even glanced at his deformed hand. At least not here.

It was when one customer got a little too close for comfort that Kanda thought of it–a way to show that Allen was his and no one else’s. The immediate answer had been a ring, and not just because of what it would signify. Allen worked with his hands, so they had to be visible. That meant anything on them would also be visible. Such as a ring.

The ring that was now burning a hole in Kanda’s back pocket.

He needed the perfect timing. A moment that both of them would remember, kind of like that photo that now hung in Lavi’s treasure room–of them smiling and laughing on their first date. This moment couldn’t be disturbed by anyone else–not Lenalee, not Daisya or Timothy or Lala. Definitely not Cross, though when he saw the man earlier he’d given him this knowing look. It wouldn’t surprise Kanda if Cross already knew. Lavi had guessed too, earlier, just from his demeanor when he stopped by to drop off a package.

Maybe because he asked him what ring size Allen was.

Dammit. He’d tried to ask it in a subtle way too!

That wasn’t important right now, though. What was important was that moment. Usually Allen got ready by himself in one of the back rooms. It was the prime moment to try. He’d wanted to before Allen had to go up on ‘stage’ and perform his role as a ‘bartender’ for the night.

So he stepped into the room and slid the door shut behind him.

“I was wondering when you’d come in.” Allen teased, leaning in close to the mirror to finish his eyeliner. “I could hear your breathing.” He turned his head ever so slightly to the side to look at him and Kanda was struck again by how much love was in those mismatched eyes. Not only that, but how all of it could be directed at him.

He ducked his head a little and leaned back against the door. “didn’t want to interrupt your internal pep talk. Last time I did that you broke three glasses.”

Allen snorted and applied some lip moisturizer, then some Balm and finally the matte lipstick he’d grown so fond of. “Yeah well, I was really nervous that night.” He turned to Kanda fully then and picked up the tie he had on the counter. “Help me tie this?”

It was an excuse for touch. Kanda wasn’t going to say no. He pushed himself off the door and crossed the tiny room to stand next to Allen. He was now exactly five and a half centimeters taller than him. The time when this used to irritate Kanda had long since passed, and instead he liked the height difference. Not that anyone but at handful of people actually knew about this. Heck, most people didn’t notice Kanda was the shorter of the two until they stood side by side –preferably barefoot. “Are you nervous tonight?” he asked, looping the tie around Allen’s neck and deftly tying it before making sure it was straight.

“Are you?” Allen threw the question back at him. “I noticed you really didn’t like it when one guy kept touching me the other night.” He could tell from the slight grimace that Allen hadn’t liked it either. “It’s been happening a lot more recently. I-I’m not really sure why.” He reached up here to trace Kanda’s fingers. Kanda easily switched his grip so that he was holding Allen’s hand instead.

It was like he was playing right into Kanda’s hand for once. Literally, in this case.

“Because you’re getting popular.” Kanda answered easily. “You’ve started to make a name for yourself outside Cross’s influence and the gangs. It was bound to happen at some point.” Granted this outcome was kind of unwanted. He squeezed Allen’s hand even tighter when he laughed nervously, and began rubbing his fingers–his ring finger in particular, where the ring in his back pocket would go.

He almost wondered if Allen could feel the sudden tension in the air, or if it was his imagination. He saw Allen’s gaze flicker down to their joined hands and smiled a little. Okay, no, not his imagination then.

He took a deep breath. “I think. If it bothers you that much we can do something about it.”

“But I can’t just tell a customer to leave.” Allen shook his head here. “And talking to Mahoja–”

“–I don’t mean that.” Kanda cut him off gently, somehow working his free hand into his back pocket. The ring was warm to the touch and easy to work out, thank god. “I meant just a way to show you’re off limits while you work, even if you can’t tell anyone.” About us. It had been a safety precaution just in case someone with a big paycheck and bigoted mind came in. He hooked two fingers around the ring and tugged it out, curling his hand around it and bringing it forward.

He heard Allen’s breath hitch.

Then he opened his palm to reveal a ring made of black metal, with lotuses worked around the edges, as though the metal naturally formed the petals shape.

Allen choked a little. “Is that–” He started when he managed to get enough air in his lungs. “Oh my god.” The words rushed out as Kanda gently took Allen’s left hand, his ring finger in particular, and slid the ring on.

He couldn’t help but sigh in relief that it fit. “There.” He smiled a little, feeling both confident and that kind of overwhelming warmth that he’d started feeling months ago. Lavi had said that, in some cases, a strong spark turns into that warmth, and while Kanda still didn’t understand it he was happy that Lavi’s prediction (could it even be called one?) had turned out to be right.

Then he chanced a glance at Allen’s dumbfounded expression as he held the ring up to catch the light. “You….” He started, swallowing thickly, “please tell me you have one too.”

Kanda snorted and pulled the other ring out. “I do.” His was silver, not black. “I’ve actually had this one a while. I had yours made to look like it. I thought–”

“Gimme.” Allen held out his palm. Kanda stared for a second. “Give me that ring, you asshole. You just up and proposed to me, I get to do it back, don’t I?” he was blushing but determined and god Kanda loved him.

He let out a chuckle and dropped the ring into Allen’s outstretched hand. “Alright–” He started, only for Allen to grab his left palm and squeeze it almost too hard.

“You….you….I know I’m really, really oblivious sometimes but I thought at least I’d be able to pick up on this! S-seriously. Is this why Master and Lavi have been giving me looks this entire week? Did they know?”

Kanda sagged a little. “I don’t think I was as subtle as I could have been about asking for your ring size. And you know Lavi can’t keep his mouth shut around Cross.”

Allen rolled his eyes. “Really. I swear they’re worse now than they ever have been before.” Then his expression softened. “Did they know the day?”

“Not unless Lavi saw it.” Kanda shook his head here, “And he promised not to look if he even got a hint. Said there was no fun in that.” Honestly Kanda was kind of grateful.

“So then…how did they know it was this week?” Allen’s eyes widened a little. “Oh. Because the ring was ready?” Kanda nodded his head. “Then why did you wait until today?”

“Because it’ll be busy. More people will see it.”

Allen’s smile then was nearly blinding. “You’re one jealous bastard aren’t you?” Then he slowly flipped Kanda’s hand palm down and slipped on the ring. “Lucky for you, I am too. And unlike you I’ll actually ask properly –Kanda Yuu, will you marry me?”

Kanda raised an eyebrow at that and snorted. “Yeah. That’s kind of the point, isn’t it?” Then he leaned forward and pressed a kiss to Allen’s lips. It was a soft, chaste kiss and–

“Mm is my lipstick still okay?”

–[After Work, one night not too far in the future]–

“I know it probably doesn’t mean much now.” Allen said from the doorway, his hair still damp from his shower. “but I made you one too.” He had his hand curled around something, and Kanda noticed Allen very rarely took his ring off. Only to shower and to sleep, sometimes.

It made his heart beat faster when he turned around from the rosemary he had just been trimming. “What is…?”

But then Allen was opening his palm to reveal a black band, thicker than the lotus one he was wearing, though not by much, with red poppies on it. “I figured since you had that ring before too…people might not realize….” he trailed off here, shyly.

Kanda just kept staring at him. “You…” Then slowly he got up and walked over to Allen until he was standing in front of him. There was such a sense of deja vu that he couldn’t help but smile. “You want me to wear that instead?”

Allen nodded his head, a blush slowly staining his cheeks.

Kanda easily slipped his ring off. Allen was right, after all, he had owned this one far longer. And had actually worn it several times in the past without the newly added connotation. So– “I don’t mind at all.” he held his hand out like he had at the bar.

Allen’s face lit up as he grabbed Kanda’s hand again and slipped the ring onto his finger. “Oh good. It fits.”

Kanda snorted. “Well yeah. I remember you asking me what my ring size was.”

Allen’s blush just got brighter. “S-Shut up! I was just trying to–”

“Make sure everything was perfect.” Kanda finished, leaning forward and pressed a sweet, light kiss to Allen’s lips. “I know. Thank you.” This time he didn’t run the risk of messing up Allen’s make up. Or make them late for anything.

Except sleeping. But honestly sleeping could wait.

He leaned up and kissed Allen again.

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Send this to the 12 nicest people you know or who seem to have a good heart and if you get 5 back you must be pretty awesome.

AWWW <3 just for this you get a tiny spoiler for your bday gift :) “I was wondering when you’d come in.” Allen teased, leaning in close to the mirror to finish his eyeliner. “I could hear your breathing.” He turned his head ever so slightly to the side to look at him and Kanda was struck again by how much love was in those mismatched eyes. Not only that, but how all of it could be directed at him. 

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15 - Moving in together [Marie/Miranda]

not too sure about this one but here you go <3 (again RP-verse) wc: 835–It started on a Friday. “Is it just me or is there something different about Miranda lately?” Daisya asked, plopping down on Marie’s large beanbag chair with little finesse. “She hasn’t been over a lot lately, is she plannin’ something?” Marie kept folding the laundry he’d just finished, not even bothering to look in Daisya’s direction. “Mm why do you think that?” “Oh, you know, she’s been kinda…” Daisya snapped his fingers. “What’s the word I’m lookin’ for? Skittish? Yeah! She’s been droppin’ stuff more, and whenever she does come over she’s been talkin’ to Tiedoll a lot.” Marie didn’t have to have eyes to tell that Daisya was grinning.“You know just because I can’t see you doesn’t mean I can’t tell you’re grinning from ear to ear.” Daisya huffed. “Then does that mean–”“She’ll tell me when she’s ready.” “But–” “Out. Unless you want to help me finish folding these boxers?” Daisya made a disgrunted huff before stomping out of the room.–On Saturday Kanda asked: “What’s wrong with Miranda?” He sounded worn out, like he’d just come back from a run. “She hasn’t told me anything, why?” “I just saw her at Link’s bakery.” Kanda answered, taking a few seconds to drink from a plastic bottle before continuing, “She seemed shocked to see me there, and then she kind of left after I got my order so I couldn’t ask her if she’d be by for dinner, but–” “She hasn’t told me she wouldn’t be.” Marie shrugged one shoulder. “I wouldn’t worry.” Thankfully, unlike Daisya, Kanda dropped it.–Sunday Miranda came for dinner. It was just as eventful as it always was, especially when Tiedoll took it upon himself to invite Komui and Lenalee, Bak, and Bak’s parents. There was always copious amounts of arguing, either between Komui and Bak, or between Bak and Kanda. It was nice to hear, though. But one voice was missing from the crowd. It took him a moment to realize that Miranda was being unusually quiet. “Is everything alright?” He asked, squeezing her hand comfortingly. “Y-Yes!” She sounded nervous. “I just, um, I-I would–when everyone leaves–c-can I ask you something?” Marie nodded his head, “Of course. Anything.” Maybe the crowd was bothering her? That had to be it. –It took nearly three hours for Bak, Komui, and Lenalee to leave. It took even longer for Daisya to finally get dragged off somewhere by Chaoji. If Marie hadn’t known any better he’d say they were making themselves scarce for a reason. But he wasn’t going to jump to conclusions. No.“C-Can we go to your room?” Miranda asked after a moment. He could hear the waver in her voice, but also –was she excited? He squeezed her hand again and nodded his head. This time he let her lead the way. She knew her way around this house like it was a second home to her (she’d also stayed over more times than he could count. It made his heart swell a little thinking of how much–better she’d gotten over the last two years.God it had been two years already?Time really did fly by. When they finally entered his room he could hear her lock the door behind him. Instead of asking he sat down on the bed. “What is it?” He asked when she didn’t come sit beside him like usual.“A-Actually.” Oh. Now the nervousness was back. “I was wondering, Marie. I-I was looking at…well, you know I was looking at Apartments, right?” Marie nodded his head. He could hear her shuffle closer. “I actually…I found a nice one.It was on the bottom floor! Not too far from where I work. I know it might not be…” She hesitated here, as though she was searching for her words, but a few short seconds later she found them and sat down next to him on the bed. “It may be too soon but did you want to come with me when I look at it on Monday? …Not literally, ah, look. But. I’d like to see how you move around in the space. If–If it’s easy for you?” Marie was about to ask why, but honestly? He wasn’t stupid. He knew why she was asking.“Alright.” He looped an arm around her waist and he could feel the tension seep out of her. “Is this why you’ve been nervous these past few weeks?” He felt her nuzzle into the side of his neck and his smile widened. “You…would you like me to live there with you?”He felt her nod.“Then the answer is yes.” After all it had been two years and he wasn’t ‘looking’ for anyone else. He kind of doubted he ever would. “You know,” Miranda murmured after a while of easy silence, reaching out to grab one of his hands so he could feel the smile on her face. “I don’t know why I was so nervous about asking.” 

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22 - Slow dancing [Lavi/Lenalee]

…So. This one is definitely on the more platonic end, but I tried! (Also set in our RP-verse) wc: 572Lavi’s first clear memory of Lenalee was the smell of blood.The smell of blood and a girl lying in a hospital bed crying, but not seeing. It had been. Shocking wasn’t the word for it, but it had definitely jarred him into feeling something. Something he wasn’t used to feeling. (And at this point in time, in his life, feeling things didn’t come easy. He still had to remind himself this wasn’t normal). When she stopped smelling so much like blood and antiseptic and began to shuffle-walk-trip down hallways –all in attempts to walk on already-battered legs. That made Lavi feel something too. Something stronger.(She had a friend. A boy, named Kanda, who with his long hair almost had Lavi thinking he was a she but no. He’d been corrected on that very, very quickly. He got under her shell though, in a way Lavi couldn’t. He could make her smile. Lavi felt something then, too. It felt something like loneliness. And he hated it). When she finally stopped stumbling and could stand on her own–that was when Lavi tried to talk to her. Again. He’d tried before, but this time he could see a little bit of light in her eyes. She wasn’t a lost cause. So he’d try. (Try like that other boy did).He asked her if she could dance. He remembered the look on her face. Shocked, then disbelieving, then anger. He hadn’t meant to make her angry. “You have pretty legs.” He’d said. And that had made her freeze. “A dancers legs. They’ll be longer when you grow up!” He’d tried to smile. She did him a favor by believing it. Then he’d asked again. “Do you know how to dance?” This time she answered with a shake of her head.“I can teach you.”Granted he also didn’t know very much. He wasn’t that much older, and his balance still wasn’t that good. But it was something. He wanted to try. And she’d accepted. They went slowly at first. Basic steps, small maneuvers, and slowly but surely she got better. The bandages started disappearing ,and she smiled more, when he twirled her around. She even sometimes brought that boy along (who sometimes also brought another boy). It was the four of them and they were happy, often pairing off, only to switch, because they were kids and who cared if two boys danced together? Some time later those bandages were entirely gone and an older man came by. He came one day when they were practicing, mid-twirl and then suddenly she was sobbing and running, steady on her feet, into the older man’s arms. Then he’d introdued himself. “My name is Komui. I’m Lenalee’s older brother. Are you Lavi?” When he nodded his head Komui smiled (they shared the same smile), and said: “Thank you. That dance was beautiful.” That was the first time anyone had ever truly thanked him. –“Do you remember when you used to dance with me?” Lavi turned to look at Lenalee, startled. She wasn’t looking at him. Actually, she wasn’t looking much of anywhere. Her eyes were still swollen from crying and it made Lavi’s heart hurt. “Yeah. Of course I do.” He answered. He didn’t much feel like smiling either. “Why?” “Could you dance with me again?” She held a hand out. “For old times sake? I think I–I think I really need it.”

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“So you’re saying he hasn’t spoken a single word since he came here.” Tiedoll glanced through the door’s window,  at the silent boy on the bed. One wouldn’t be able to tell now, but just mere hours ago the boy had been covered in bruises and cuts. He’d even been told that the boy had two fractured ribs and a sprained wrist, but those too looked perfectly healed on the X-Ray that the doctor had pinned up.“That’s correct.” The doctor hesitated, looking down at his clipboard before giving a meaningful cough. “I don’t know how much longer we can keep the…others…from him. While we’re used to getting interesting cases such as this–” “I see. If that’s a problem then I’ll take him.” The doctor jerked back at Tiedoll’s tone, staring at him for a moment in disbelief. Tiedoll raised an eyebrow at him. “That’s…not an issue, is it doctor?” Quickly the doctor shook his head. “Good!” Tiedoll smiled in relief. “Well then, may I see my newly adopted son? Or are you going to keep me waiting?”“But are you sure…?” “Yes.” Again that too wide smile. “Or are you forgetting I was the one who brought him here.” “But he’s violent, and temperamental and–” “–He’s grieving.” Tiedoll snapped, voice cold. “Now will you do your job or will I have to report you?” The doctor jerked back as Tiedoll turned the nob to the patient, Kanda Yuu’s, room. He was only a boy. Tiedoll sighed heavily and walked over to the bedside, not caring if the doctor followed him. “Good morning.” He said to what was essentially a shell. Maybe one day there would be life in him. He could see it now. He’d probably be hard to handle, yes, with a fiery temper and a chilling rage. But he could also also see a deep warmth, too. He wanted to see that boy smile.So he placed a hand on the boy’s shoulder and murmured, “I know we’ve met before but how would you like to come home with me after this?” The boys icy gaze turned towards him and maybe Tiedoll was imagining things, but he thought he saw that spark of life in their depths. It wasn’t much, but it was a start.