How do you feel about a non-binary/trans/genderfluid Alma? And how would Laven, Allen, and Lenalee react to learning about Kanda and Alma dating. (Like in an au where Alma lived in the order with them)
I love non-binary/trans/genderfluid Alma!（*´▽｀*）
I’ve written Alma as non-binary and trans before in some fics, and I’m planning on writing Alma as genderfluid in the Delinquent AU! (Which will be my longest fic with Alma in it, so I’m excited for that!)
As for how Lavi, Allen, and Lenalee would react to Alma and Kanda dating (in a canon divergent AU where Alma lived), I don’t think they would have a problem with it at all.
In fact, seeing how much Kanda loves Alma (and vice versa), I think they would be wholeheartedly supportive of their relationship. And let’s be honest–no one is immune to Alma’s cuteness. They will charm anyone without even trying.
And it doesn’t hurt that Alma keeps Kanda from getting as twitchy/angry/prone to violent outbursts, so it’s a win for everyone. XD
hi, this may be a Sad but in some universes i hc alma as being a trans girl or trans-feminine person who feels Some Kind Of Way when people say Kanda is so pretty and Kanda gets thought of as a girl by strangers when he doesn't even want to be, but no one ever says that about Alma; it's not the kind of thing that can be solved but yuu Eventually takes note and starts saying how pretty alma is when theyre alone (not bc kanda's ashamed but bc it's no one's God Damned Business), and it helps a bit
Ahhh! This is really sweet and precious - I do think Kanda would be a really supportive and validating partner to Alma. (Alma just really brings out a softness in Kanda no one else really can, so I can certainly see this transpiring!)
Imagine MTF!Alma and FTM!Allen trading clothes and helping each other out and stuff
That would be!! So great!! Like, imagine a childhood friends AU with the OT4 and Alma and maybe Link. And I imagine Alma would come out first because idk about you but Alma seems damn reckless to me, and it goes over fairly well so hypercautious Allen comes out second, and they help each other transition and experiment and I just?? It’s such a sweet idea, oml.
OMG yes Alma is totally the reckless one. And I feel like Allen would come to Alma first after Alma came out.
Oh gosh, I love it! Allen’s super unsure of himself and his identity, so he comes to talk to Alma about it, and of course she’s super supportive because it’s Alma, can she really be anything else?
I also sort of picture that Alma came out basically all at once (she has a lot of faith in her friends + family) but Allen does it one person at a time - Alma, then Mana (Mana Lives AU, yes) then Kanda and then Lenalee, then Lavi, and so on.
Cross is one of the last to find out, and he’s sort of pissed about it.
I'm super sorry if I'm bothering you by still talking about this AU, but I love it so much and I didn't even realize how much I loved it until you started talking about it. And I have a few more things to say. I feel like Alma would gently encourage Allen to tell Mana. I also feel like Alma and Allen would look to each other for support when they have bad days. Not because their family/friends don't care, but because they understand each other better on certain things.
Don’t worry about it! Sorry for the late reply.
Alma would definitely have to encourage Allen to step forward with it; seeing how well Alma’s went would go a long way, but Allen is super wary tbh. (Also Allen is lowkey a weird name for a girl? I might consider coming up with a deadname. I’m also reliably informed that Alma is a female-coded name.) (On a related note, in the purely hypothetical scenario that I wrote this - and yes, it’s genuinely hypothetical, I do have a lot of projects - would I use he/him or she/her for Allen pre-transition?)
They’d definitely look to each other for support. I bet this would make them a lot closer than they were before. Not that they weren’t close before, but now Alma is as close to Allen as, say, Lenalee is.
They’d have all sorts of inside jokes, too, and I bet they’d be the ones to drag their friends to Pride. I like to imagine they thought about it before that, but didn’t actually go. (It’d be a fun quirk of the AU if they met a lot of their Black Order friends there, too - Miranda and Marie and Krory and such.)
Author: liketolaugh
Summary: Kanda and Alma go to the mall on Valentine’s Day. It’s not a date, until suddenly it is.
“There’s hearts and pink shit everywhere,” was Kanda’s greeting to Alma as he plopped himself down in front of her.
Alma raised an eyebrow at him, a smirk pulling at the corner of her mouth.
“Hello to you too, sunshine,” she said with amusement, nudging her soda aside so he could set down the cup of pretzel bites. “I had an easy drive here, but Mom lectured me for a quarter of an hour first. What about you?”
Kanda rolled his eyes at her, leaning back in his chair and crossing his arms with a scowl. “Tiedoll talked my ear off, but that’s nothing new,” he snorted, swiping one pretzel bite and chomping down on it. He chewed, swallowed, and continued, “Three people tried to get me to buy flowers from their stands or whatever.”
“That’s what happens when you go out on Valentine’s Day,” Alma said agreeably, rolling a cinnamon bite between her fingers. She gave Kanda a teasing smile and added, “So, why don’t you guess what I did today, Yuu?”
Kanda sighed long-sufferingly, set the cup down, and studied her for a long moment. Finally, he said decisively, “The hairclip thing. It’s a smiley today, but yesterday it was, what, a dog face?”
“Got it in one!” Alma beamed, popping the bite into her mouth. “I think I liked the dog better, though.”
“Then why did you change it?” Kanda complained. Alma shrugged.
“Just trying it out, I guess,” she admitted.
“Oh, hey,” Kanda remembered, and as Alma tilted her head at him quizzically, he dug his hand into his pocket and pulled out a couple of bright yellow hairclips dotted with tiny rhinestones. “Lenalee told me to give these to you.”
Alma grinned, reaching out to receive them. Kanda dropped them into her palm, and she took them back, smiling.
“Lenalee’s the best,” Alma said happily, carefully reaching up to pin one underneath the smiley.
“It’s crooked,” Kanda told her after a glance.
“Damn it,” Alma muttered, and took it out again. She hesitated, and Kanda rolled his eyes.
“I’ll do it,” he snorted, and Alma paused, and then grinned at him.
“Thanks, Yuu!”
She scooted over, the chair screeching obnoxiously underneath her, and Kanda took the clips back and carefully put them in, one by one, alternating sides the way she liked when she wore too damn many hairclips.
As he put the last one in, he paused, sniffed, and raised his eyebrows.
“You aren’t wearing the perfume,” he commented, retrieving his hands and setting them back on the table, tapping against it absently. “You know, the fruity one.”
Alma scooted away again and bobbed her head. “Yeah, you said it gave you a headache,” she agreed, reaching up to feel the hairclips.
“Oh.” Kanda considered that for a moment, and then shrugged, glancing down at his cup of pretzels. “Thanks.”
Alma was laughing at him, damn her.
For a few minutes, Kanda listened as Alma chattered about the people passing by, pointing out people who were arguing or mooning or making out in the corner, while of them ate their food. Alma finished hers first, and then eyed his hopefully until he rolled his eyes, pushed the cup to the middle of the table, and went to get the stupid mayo.
Alma beamed at him when he returned. “You’re the best, Yuu!” she told him, reaching for the flimsy little cup of mayo.
“Yeah, whatever,” he dismissed, shifting to run his eyes over the people walking by the food court. There were a ton of couples, which wasn’t a huge surprise, but… “Why is Valentine’s Day such a big fucking deal, anyway?”
Alma shrugged, following his gaze. Both of them reached into the cup, and their fingers brushed. Kanda flicked his irritably at her, and she laughed as she took a pretzel and withdrew.
“People like to celebrate how much they love each other,” Alma informed him. When he glanced at her, she was smiling softly at one couple in particular, holding hands and eyes locked, looking just like almost every other couple to Kanda. Alma looked back at him, and when she smiled this time, it looked a little different. “Love like that deserves celebrating, you know?”
Kanda shrugged uncomfortably. “You don’t need a special fucking day to tell someone you love them,” he grumbled, tapping his fingers a little harder.
“No,” Alma agreed, uncharacteristically quiet, and Kanda cut his gaze back to her.
“What’s with you?” he asked bluntly, frowning.
“Yuu…” Alma trailed off, and then picked up again, looking at him with an odd amount of intensity. “You know I love you, right?”
Kanda frowned harder. “Yeah? You’ve been fucking telling me since we were kids. How could I not know?”
“Yuu,” Alma repeated firmly, “I love you.” When he stared at her, she smiled, and then reached forward and grabbed his hand, tight and firm. “I’m asking you to be my Valentine, Yuu.”
Kanda blinked, and looked down at their intertwined hands. It was nothing they hadn’t done before, a million times, without thinking.
And then a lot of things they’d done without thinking suddenly looked different.
“Yuu?”
He looked back up, and Alma was still looking at him, brow furrowed slightly. Her hand tightened over his, a protective, possessive gesture.
He swallowed, mouth a little dry.
“Sure,” he said at last.
Her expression transformed into a sunshine-and-rainbows beaming smile, and she swung around the table and tugged him into a tight, one-armed, somewhat awkward hug, their heads bumping briefly.
“Great!” Alma said cheerfully, and Kanda shoved at her.
“Get off me, you’re ridiculous.”
Alma laughed, but she obeyed and returned to her seat, shaking her head and still smiling. She hadn’t let go of his hand. Kanda resigned himself to losing use of it for the rest of the day, because he knew Alma and knew what she was like.
Then he frowned. “Fuck, am I supposed to buy you flowers after all?” That was what you did for people on Valentine’s Day, right?
Alma hadn’t stopped smiling. “I don’t know, if you want. Or we could walk around instead.”
“Uh.” Fuck, now he felt confused. “Yeah, let’s do that.”
They stood up and abandoned the food court, and Kanda glanced at Alma expectantly.
“Where do you think we should go first?” Alma asked, being supremely unhelpful. But her eyes were sparkling. And the clips Lenalee had gotten her looked kind of pretty.
Kanda cast a speculative gaze over the nearby stores, and then nudged her and pointed. “There. That one.”
Alma followed his finger and started. “That one sells perfumes,”
“Yeah,” Kanda agreed, without looking at her. “It’s gonna fucking stink in there, but we can probably find one I don’t hate.”
Alma was silent for a few moments, and he glanced at her. When she looked back, she smiled at him warmly, and said, “Sure.”
“It’ll be your Valentine’s gift,” he added, and they moved toward it.
Just before they entered, Alma said, “I love you, Yuu.”
Kanda hesitated, and then said, “Yeah.” He glanced at her, hesitated again, and then said, too low for anyone nearby to make out even if they’d been listening, “I love you too.”
Pairing: Alma + Daisya, mentions of Kanda and Tiedoll
Summary: Daisya follows Alma one day, Alma gets annoyed
A/N: Basically writing practice (to get me used to writing every day again). The rules are basically just ‘give me a word count max/min and a vague prompt’. This time around it was given to me by Meggle, with a min/max of 500/1500 words and the prompt “Alma/Daisya”! [not edited so any errors are my own. Again mostly posting this ...as motivation]
Word Count: 1367
“So you’re telling me that you wanted to follow me just because?” Alma rocked back a little in the chair he’d decided to sit in, listening as it creaked and slid against the concrete floor of …wherever this was, Alma hadn’t actually been paying attention to where he was going. All he knew was that he’d been gunning for somewhere quiet and out of the way—and this fit both of those things. He was actually pretty sure the place was abandoned or at least hadn’t been used in a couple of months. The storage boxes looked like they’d been full at one point, but he wasn’t about to check to see if they still were.
The chair wobbled for a moment before he let it drop back down on all fours so he could turn his attention back to the reason he came here in the first place: the one and only Daisya Barry. A solid two years younger than him they would have probably never hung out except for the fact that he was Yuu’s younger brother. Yuu, who had been Alma’s best friend since the day they both learned to walk. Practically. Close enough.
All in all, Alma would say he knew Daisya pretty well at this point, which made this entire situation even more…odd. Was odd the right word for it? Probably not, but it was the only one Alma could think of. Because right now? Daisya was being very un-Daisya like.
Daisya was sitting quietly for once, eyes downcast and that…irked Alma. Just a little bit. Usually Daisya was talking nonstop—in fact Yuu had once begged someone to tape his mouth shut (mostly because if he did it, he’d get an embarrassing talking to by Tiedoll and yeah that would maybe be funny, but it happened way too often, and Alma kind of didn’t want to throw Yuu under the bus. Again.) So the fact that he chose now of all times to be silent—really? “Well?” Alma nudged one of his legs underneath the ratty old table he’d corralled them towards. “You know you’re bein’ really suspicious with the whole not-answerin’ thing.”
Daisya’s eyes darted up to his before looking away again. “I’m bein’ suspicious?” The only reason Alma probably heard him was because they were alone.
“Yeah, actually, you kinda are.”
Daisya straightened up a little and motioned to their surroundings. “You brought me here! This is like –some weird horror movie get up!”
“Just because it might be abandoned doesn’t mean it’s a horror movie.” Alma rolled his eyes, “And besides you’ve been following me.”
Daisya scoffed loudly. “No I haven’t—”
“For three days straight.” Alma cut him off, smiling. “I wanna know why.”
“Really? You sure we weren’t just walkin’ the same way? You do kinda live right next door to us.”
“Except for the last three days I haven’t gone home right after school.” Alma pointed out, smile stretching just a little wider. “I kinda thought it was a coincidence when you followed me the first day, but the second day—in a totally opposite direction, and then a third where you follow me even though I’m not even going anywhere? Kind of suspicious.”
Daisya opened his mouth to deny this, only to huff and turn away. “Well why’d ya lead us ta three different places, huh?”
“So you were following me!” Alma crowed, clapping his hands and leaning across the table.
Daisya looked absolutely petrified.
For all of two seconds.
“Well does that mean you’re gonna tell me where you went?”
Oh, of course. How could Alma forget? Daisya was nosy. So of course he’d still want to know.
“No.”Alma stared him down. “It’s none of your business.”
Daisya had the gall to look affronted, “And what? It’s Yuu’s business?” Alma blinked at him, slightly taken aback. “What? You think he didn’t accidentally let something slip? Why’d ya think I only started followin’ you the last three days?” Alma’s blood ran cold. Yuu had said something? When? Or more importantly why? Or maybe—
“Eavesdropping doesn’t count.”
“I didn’t eavesdrop.” Daisya crossed his arms over his chest and glared for a moment…before looking away again. Oh. Guilty. “They knew I was there.”
They? Alma frowned a little deeper. The only one who came to mind immediately was Tiedoll, but then again Yuu never willingly went to Tiedoll for much of anything.
“Did they know you were there for the entire conversation…?”
“Yes.”
Alma’s eyes narrowed. “Lie.”
“Not lying!”
“Then look me in the eye and say it.”
Daisya looked him in the eye. “They knew.”
Alma sagged a little. “And who is ‘they’? Yuu, and?”
“Who do you think?” Daisya’s lips curled a little. “Does it bug you not knowing? That Yuu would talk about ya to someone else?”
Alma stared at Daiysa with a mix of annoyance and…not quite confusion. “I’m not stupid, I know he has other people he talks to besides me.” Granted, he didn’t know of anyone he’d talk to about…him. “So yeah I’m not really surprised if he mentions something like me not coming over or me being busy. In case you didn’t notice, Tiedoll practically adopted me too –you see me like, every day. Or you would if you were home.”
“Oh so this is about me now?”
“Considering you’re trying to make it that way, yeah.” Okay now he was mostly just annoyed. “Look –I don’t really care that you’re following me, except for the fact that it’s creepy. Right now I’m actually more bothered by the fact that you think it’s some <i>big deal</i> that you follow me. Who does that? We’re not little kids anymore and you were never the kid that followed their big brother around wanting to steal their toys when they weren’t looking.” Not that Yuu would have let him but that was beside the point.
“So you’re sayin’ you’re a toy?”
“No!” Alma rolled his eyes. “Wow, are you really this annoying to talk to on a daily basis? Remind me to never get you alone again, yeesh.”
“Hey!”
Alma slammed both hands down on the table, making Daisya flinch. “Now that I’ve got your attention. Why. Are. You. Following me?” Daisya stared at him, mouth slightly agape and eyes unnaturally wide. Maybe the makeup helped accentuate their wideness but it wasn’t like Alma was focusing on that. “I am literally not doing anything abnormal for me. In fact what I’m doing is actually pretty boring all things considering so –again. Why? You know the faster you tell me the faster I let you go, right?”
That seemed to kick start something in Daisya’s brain. “Actually you aren’t keeping me here, so I can leave now.”
“Except you won’t because you want to know where I was going.”
“I can always figure it out later.”
“No you won’t. Remember? Now I know you’re following me.” Did Alma really have to explain this step by step to Daisya? Was he always this…what was the word he was looking for? Not dumb, but—
“Then I’ll be sneakier.”
“I’ll still know.”
Daisya rose from his chair in an act of defiance. “Oh yeah? Watch me.”
This is when Alma knew he shouldn’t have opened his damn mouth. This moment, right here, was the very one he knew pinpointed the start. The start of something he knew would be bad, but also kind of fun and not to mention unnecessary.
But yet he still let Daisya walk away—actually let him get a head start because he knew they’d both eventually wind up at Tiedoll’s place anyway. What happened after that was anyone’s guess, but Alma knew without a doubt: Daisya would lose. Alma would know he was there every single time.
The bigger question was how much did Daisya know? The only person who could answer that was Yuu. “But at least that’ll be easy.” Alma slid the chair back from the table and walked slowly towards the door. “I know just how to make him crack.”
And it’d start by saying ‘Daisya knows’ and it’d end with ‘you owe me’.
Now what exactly would Yuu owe him? Well. He had time to figure it out.
