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Hey guys! This is a really good story! I recommend this a bunch to those Yullen shippers out there! Since it's very underrated in my opinion. Btw, Disclaimer: I do not own the story and plot. The creator is Lyanna_Walker from ArchiveofOurOwn <Ao3>.
Description:
Allen Walker is the Prince of Cruxis and when he was 21 his Kingdom was destroyed and his family killed before him. All before he himself was murdered. All because of one greedy man. What happens when right after he was killed, he wakes up in his 15-year-old body? Will Allen manage to save everyone? Or is everything doomed to repeat itself.
For being such a fun and beautiful person @mrseucliffex! Yeah, it was me about a week ago sending you that ask. ;) There’s one more thing coming your way, ‘just so you know’. Pun intended. Hope you enjoy and I really hope I did the characters justice since I have only seen the first episode or so of the show and then bits and pieces here and there.
Blacking out again, are we?...Can’t have that...Our fun is only just beginning...If the old man isn’t motivator enough, let’s have a look in the old noggin to see who else we could entertain down here with you, shall we?...What’s this?...A young man with long hair and a sword?...Interesting...A cross between a vampire and an exorcist?...Rather original...A boy with a strange arm?...Promising...Oh, wait...I think we have a winner...
D...Don’t...
My, my, my...You seem to have spent quite a bit of time with this one...Saved them a few times from the looks of it...Now whatever could have made a Bookman like yourself show such...Partiality...
Leave...her...out...of...this...
Whatever for?...From what I can see, the two of you seem rather cozy...Tell me I’m wrong...
Just...leave...her alone!
Now that’s more like it...Let’s see just how much fight you’ve got left in you...
Staring up at the ceiling, Lenalee couldn’t understand just why she couldn’t fall asleep. After all the work she, Allen, Kanda and the others had been getting in the past few weeks she was sore and bone-tired. Yet, while her body cried out for rest, Lenalee’s mind would not calm down. She wasn’t even sure what thoughts were tumultuously swirling around and keeping her from sleep, but she decided that the best remedy would be to take a turn around the headquarters and possibly the grounds.
Getting out of bed and reaching into her closet to pull out her long coat, Lenalee then walked over to her window to get a sense of the nights atmosphere. The temperature seemed cool yet mild with a clear sky and less than a quarter moon, so there was just enough light to illuminate her surroundings. Deciding that the outdoors would likely do a better job of clearing her muddled head than the library or common room, Lenalee padded noiselessly through the halls and out into the gardens.
The slight bite of the wind made Lenalee wrap her arms around her torso for warmth, but it was not an unpleasant sensation. In fact, Lenalee felt the skin of her cheeks and face cool as though she had been flushed with fever.
“That’s odd,” she thought to herself before shrugging her shoulders and mindlessly allowing her steps to wander towards the high stone wall surrounding the gardens.
She was looking at and thinking about nothing in particular, when Lenalee got the distinct impression that someone was nearby. More specifically, they were watching her. Quickly, she mentally went through all possible scenarios of how she could confront whoever this person was and decided the best course of action for the moment would be to act as though she hadn’t noticed their presence. She reasoned with herself that whoever was out there more than likely was not after her specifically and might be a mere spy on a recognizance mission. Not that Lenalee meant to allow them to get away, but a surprise attack usually worked best when the other person was caught unawares.
Continuing down the path, Lenalee sensed more than heard a slight rustling behind her and came to the conclusion that now was the best time to act. Dropping down into a crouch, Lenalee spun around in a half-circle as she did so before launching herself in the direction she assumed the assailant was standing. Leaning her torso back, she stretched her legs out in front of her and was gratified to hear a surprised and rather pained grunt issue as her bare feet made contact with the person’s abdomen. A split second later, they were both hitting the ground and Lenalee immediately planted both her knees on the elbow joints of the person beneath her and grabbed the collar of their cloak to haul them upright as far as their current position would allow.
In her most authoritative yet hushed tone, Lenalee demanded, “Who are you? What do you want?” then she noticed the hair and she just as quickly let go as she gasped, “I can’t believe it. Lavi? Is that you?”
When Lavi’s only response was to groan and shift slightly, Lenalee scrambled clumsily to her feet, exclaiming, “Lavi! I’m so sorry! I had no idea it was you! Let me go fetch-” but her string of excited and mortified words were cut off when the young man in question took hold of her arm.
At his touch, Lenalee froze and then slowly looked over at her long-time friend and comrade. In her earlier haste, she had failed to notice the worn and haggard look about Lavi. His hair was several inches longer than previously and so reached past his shoulders. The way his cheeks dipped inwards spoke alarmingly of his malnutrition in recent days and weeks. However, the change that gave Lenalee the most concern was his eye. While before there had been moments when deciphering the emotions or moods swirling in its depths, there had been life shining through. Now, his eye could have been made of glass for all the luster it was showing.
Voice cracking slightly, Lenalee asked apprehensively, “Lavi, what happened to you? We’ve all been so worried about you.”
Inclining his head ever so slightly, Lavi answered in an uncharacteristically flat tone, “I appreciate the concern. Had I been able to, I would have come sooner, but I only just recently recovered enough to travel this far.”
Laying her hand over Lavi’s, Lenalee inquired in a tone that was not completely calm, “Lavi? You know we would have come for you if we knew where you were, don’t you? Why didn’t you send word at least to let us know you were alive and well?”
“Alive and well,” said Lavi in a tone that sent a chill up Lenalee’s spine, “An odd phrase. Are any of us truly ‘alive and well’? One can never be sure.”
Trying to remain composed, Lenalee whispered, “Lavi, what’s wrong? This isn’t like you and it’s starting to...”
Even though she didn’t finish the sentence, Lavi evidently understood and for the first time his expression took on the faintest resemblance to one that Lenalee had seen before whenever he had attended to her during their missions and battles. One of concern for her well-being and a twinge of guilt over her being in distress or discomfort.
“I’m sorry, Lenalee...” began Lavi slowly, “I don’t know what I was thinking coming here.”
“What are you talking about? You’re with us. You’re home.”
Averting his eyes, Lavi said woodenly, “No, I have no home now. I can’t stay here anymore.”
Physically flinching at the tone and words, Lenalee asked in a small voice, “What...”
“I don’t belong here anymore,” Lavi went on in the same tone, “Coming here was a mistake, but I was selfish,” here he looked into Lenalee’s eyes and a bit of warmth came back as he said, “I had to tell you something.”
Even though Lenalee was not able to voice her obvious question aloud, Lavi understood and answered in a somewhat halting way, “I can’t tell you everything, but let’s just say that if it weren’t for you, I would be in much worse shape than I am right now or possibly even dead.”
Laying a hand on her cheek, Lavi finished with, “I just needed you to know that while I value the connections I’ve made with all the Exorcists, you are the one who truly saved me when I needed it most.”
Then, almost impulsively, Lavi turned his hand so that it was covering her mouth and then kissing it. Before Lenalee could react, Lavi pulled away and sent her sprawling on the ground as he rose from underneath her.
Without looking back, Lavi prepared to depart as swiftly and silently as he had arrived when he suddenly felt a pair of arms wrap themselves around his torso and hold him there in their vice-like and yet inviting embrace.
“You idiot,” came Lenalee tear-filled voice, “You really think I’m going to let you get away that easily?”
Even if my OTP never becomes canon, I will still ship it.
Even if you write out a dissertation explaining why my OTP will never become canon, I will still ship it.
Even if the creator issued a statement tomorrow that said my OTP will never become canon, I will still ship it.
Even if no one else in the universe ships my OTP, I will still ship it.
You wanna know why?
Because I fucking love my OTP. And nothing will change that.
