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tamkuda · 6 months
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Гигантский Мана держаший в своих руках весь---
все остальное не важно
Giant Mana holding in his hands all the...
All the rest does not matter
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patitodesu · 8 months
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allen-san · 7 months
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incubuszenith-art · 1 year
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d gray doodles
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ksketch731 · 2 years
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Lavi x Allen bec we haven't seen them together in YEARS
I miss them😢
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woman-child91 · 1 year
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I’m on episode 70 71 72 of D. Gray-man. I don’t understand why Kanda x Lavi and Kanda x Allen is more popular than Lavi x Allen.
Lavi x Allen is practically canon.
They’ve had scenes together throughout the entire series.
This ship does it all: argue, protects, cares, loves, bickers, teases, flirts, fights and Allen gets even lowkey jealous at times.
I mean, personally, I think Lavi seemed more romantically interested in Allen than in Kanda. Kanda seemed more interested in Allen and Desya. For Heaven’s sake! I think I saw even more chemistry between Krory III x Allen.
Like, not to mention how the Kanda x Allen ship barely has interacted in 5 or 6 episodes. While, the Lavi x Allen has interacted in 50+ episodes.
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pinkymorp · 8 months
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Does anyone know where I can get one of those bad boys, asking for a friend
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anime-ships-all-good · 7 months
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Allen Walker x Kanda Yuu x Lavi
D.Gray Man
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hopefullament · 4 months
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In the realm where Allen's heart finds its tether,
A tale unfolds of kisses, woven together.
Lover's caress paints a canvas of glory,
Each touch, a moment, each kiss, a story.
Entwined in a dance of deep connection,
In every embrace, profound reflection.
With dawn's first blush, Link steps near,
A poetic ode to kisses dear.
Sweet and righteous, devotion's art,
Morning hues, love's tender start.
Beneath the sun's warm, gentle kiss,
Lenalee's fruity, blissful abyss.
Soft and tender, a midday song,
Lips adorned, a love lifelong.
Tea time arrives, Road's sugary delight,
Velvety kisses, a rendezvous so right.
In cozy ambiance, love takes flight,
Whimsical moments, a passion bright.
Evening's dance with Lavi's grace,
A minstrel's touch, a tender embrace.
Backdrop of stars, a poetic desire,
A ballet of emotions, hearts afire.
Under the sun's serene twilight,
Kanda's kiss, firm and resolute.
A silent fight, shadows profound,
Sunset whispers, love unbound.
As the sun dips, Tyki's caress,
Passionate and wet, a tempest's press.
Night stirs, desire in the air,
Raindrops of passion, an intimate affair.
In this symphony of kisses, each a warrior's claim,
Allen's heart, the coveted prize, in love's fierce game.
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kitty-bandit · 8 days
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Chemicals Between Us
Fandom: D.Gray-man Rating: E Pairing: Lucky (Tyki x Lavi); Pieshipping (Link x Allen) Total Words: 151.6K Tags: Modern AU; Omegaverse AU; Sexting AU; Unrequited Laven
Chapter 22: Obligatory Flashback Episode
If heartbreak had a scent, it would be pears and lotus blossoms. 
Read on AO3.
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tamkuda · 9 months
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I like it so much I like all sorts of mermaid Au, who would know.
But according to Lavi /Allen, I think I saw only one unfinished fan fiction eh ( (Allen will try to eat them all, I answer)
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patitodesu · 9 months
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Laven Week Day 3 | Rain
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allen-san · 7 months
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rplinkhoward · 4 months
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Me at work: *randomly starts crying*
Everyone else: What's wrong!
Me: I literally had another beautiful Link x Allen scene pop into my head that would be perfect for the Link centric somewhat canon story that's been in my head for awhile...but the first chapter was lost with my hard drive a few years ago...
So I know what I'm gonna do 2024 now.
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bookmansjournal · 1 year
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hi hello!! i saw ur askbox was open for requests! 🧡✨ how do you think the ot4 would react to/handle a reader whos currently obsessed with a safe food? as an example my current safefood is onigiri (but it can b anything !!) and i eat that a Ton and can get depressed if my rice doesnt turn out right or smth when i cook a new batch! can be humerous too ofc 🥰✨ i hope you have a nice day !!! 🧡 - @alienaiver 🧡✨
You probably meant OT4 at just the main four but you know, I like the idea of a chaotic OT5 with them and Reader. It would be as disastrous as it was loving.
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With how Allen eats, he doesn’t notice nor understand the idea of a safe food since he just inhales everything. Honestly you’d have to explain why a dish meant so much to you for him to get it
He likes to bring you whatever it may be when you’re busy so he can make sure you’re eating. He also likes to use it to cheer you up.
God bless him, he’s tried to make it for you himself but it just turned out horrifically awful. An absolute disaster. He refuses to let you even try it so he doesn’t risk upsetting you or ruining the food for you altogether.
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He makes sure never to order whatever it is for himself because he’d just feel awful if there wasn’t any left afterwards for you to eat. He’s sure it must be tasty if it’s making you smile like that, he doesn’t need to try it—unless you insist, in which case, how can he say no?
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Yeah Kanda isn’t going to notice anything either. If on some odd chance he does, he chalks it up to you being a picky eater maybe, like he is with soba. Needless to say, with this mentality, you can trust him with your food to not steal any, but you can’t trust him to understand when it makes you upset.
And god does he not get it when you’re upset because of your food. He unintentionally may come across as insensitive when he bluntly asks you what’s the matter when you’re sulking at a meal. Patience is a virtue and you’re gonna need it with him when you explain how your safe food is just important to you.
While outwardly he just shrugs it off, you do notice him offering you lunch boxes as peace offerings when you’re in a bad mood—regardless if he was the cause. He’s not good with communicating, so this act of service is a god send for the relationship in an odd way.
You can offer to show him how to make it if you want an excuse to spend time with him but he’s going to suck at whatever you ask him to do. Chop something? More like obliterates it. Stir it together? Well now it’s mostly on the counter and floor. He’s frustrated but he enjoys your company, so it’s a win-lose situation.
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“Does it really taste that good? Give me a bite, I wanna try it~” He thinks he’s being cheeky, not realizing he’s kind of being insensitive by making light of it or by trying to take some of it from you. Apologizes with nuzzles and offering to feed you.
Like it or not, he memorizes everything about you, even the tiniest details. When it comes to you, everything is Important Information, and Important Information does not get buried or forgotten, both because of his photographic memory and also because he knows how beneficial the information can be. Like when he orders an extra side of whatever your safe food is just to make sure you get your fill of it.
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Unknowingly can be a bit obnoxious at times with pestering you about how it tastes or how it compares to other places or people who make it. Sometimes he even tries to offer alternative dishes to try. It comes from a good place, he’s just getting used to being open and genuine about his love and he can fumble the ball from time to time.
Regardless of what he says or does, he always has a loving smile on his face while he watches you eat. Seeing you light up over something that seems so small and inconsequential really makes his day, especially if he was the one to gift it to you.
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Lenalee definitely noticed and understood to some degree the importance of your safe food to you, and she quietly tucked that information away for safe keeping and didn’t bring it up. No need to make a production out of it, after all.
Her primary love language is acts of service because she likes the feeling she gets when she helps people, so of course she learns to make whatever your safe food is just for you. Though she’d be lying if she said she didn’t prefer making it with you, her other love language being quality time.
Your food is safe with her! No gluttonous heathens can vacuum up your food in their black holes of a stomach (ahem, ALLEN) if you happen to be sharing a table. She also won’t stand for anyone giving you hell about it. If Kanda can eat his Soba and Alma can eat his mayo and Krory can eat his akuma—er, well, you know what she means!—then you can eat whatever you damn well please.
Honestly she probably developed a taste for whatever it is as well. Since it was something special to you that you felt like you could share with her, she holds a special place for it in her heart. Of course she’d never take from your plate, but she likes those meals spent sharing your special dish in a peaceful, loving atmosphere.
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alienaiver · 1 year
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Hello! I hope this is the right askbox, I can't access the link one from the rules post. May I req about Allen W. & Lavi (separately) with reader having a relaxing time together after a tough tiring mission (in which they could have almost died)? Thanks!
hey hi hello! <!!3 and ah, thank you for telling me that! i'll fix it asap but dw, u came to the right place 🧡✨ and this request was so cute.......lavis got a bit angsty but i tried to mend it LJSFKS<3333 i hope you like them :') <!!33333333
made it genderneutral and reader is an exorcist as well, innocence etc is unspecified though!
wordcount: 1.9k (872 for allen and 1.1k for lavi respectively!) warnings: death is a discussed subject in both but more in the presence of relief in a death not happening! i kept it as lighthearted as my d. gray man infused tragedy ass was able to! (i wouldnt mind exploring either of these more in-depth if thats something youd be interested in!!)
thank you for requesting my friend<3
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Allen throws another log of wood into the hearth. It’s cold and your gratitude at being allowed to stay at this mansion during your mission is slowly wearing off with the way the temperature seems to be just a little too cold no matter how much wood you waste.
“Ah, I apologize that it has yet to heat up,” Allen apologies weakly and you can’t help the snort you let out, “that’s got nothin’ got do with you though.”
He nods, “still. I feel awful that you’re so cold,” he admits before situating himself back on the couch. You huff, “I’m not that cold.” you try but the arguments falls flat when he looks at you and laughs, “are you certain? I would like to think that you hogging all the blankets and both of our duvets speaks to the opposite argument.”
Allen’s laugh is ethereal. Simply otherworldly and a warmth settles in your stomach that has little to do with the actual temperature in the room. You settle further into your little blanket mountain and sigh deeply. Exhaustion is kicking in and the weariness is not only in your muscles today.
Allen perks up immediately, “does it still hurt?”
You shake your head and bend your knee a few times, slowly, “I should’ve just gotten it together.”
It sounds sour. You don’t mean to poison the lighthearted mood that was in the room prior but bitterness is very much detectable in your voice. He sighs and leans his body towards yours, “it’s okay, I’d take you getting injured any other day than you… dying.” an awkward pause was between his sentence and the final word but you’re too preoccupied with the residual anger – if only you’d dodged the attack a few seconds earlier, if your instincts would’ve just worked right, he wouldn’t have had to scream your name in an octave that almost made you cry.
“May I?”
You hadn’t even noticed how close he’d gotten, holding the edge of the top blanket in his still gloved hand. You nod dumbly, confused, letting him into your space easily, comfortably.
You move around in tandem so that you’re finally positioned where you want to be the most – in his arms. You absentmindedly play with the hem of his jacket – none of you are out of your uniforms yet, dreading the cold that’ll inevitably hit you the second that you do and he kisses the top of your head, “I’m just glad you’re safe. I’ll even carry you to the station in the morning.”
You snort, “I know you will but I’ll not allow it, Walks.” it’s his turn to laugh out albeit it’s awkward and slightly tense, “could you stop with that nickname? I’d like to think your boyfriend should be called by his actual name,” he tries but you look at him with a smirk, “I could also go with my honey.”
The imminent and violently red blush on his cheek is worth every dime you’ve ever tried owning in your life. Endearing nicknames are very new to the lovable British boy you’ve recently started seeing romantically after months of pining and even more months of Lenalee’s insistent intervention. Neither physical nor emotional affection was something he received easily but he was getting better. You settle back against him with a shrug and a hidden, teasing smile, “I could also go with beansprout I guess?”
He groans and lets his head fall onto your shoulder, “I will carry you to the station if you do not stop that wretched nonsense immediately!”
You laugh and Allen feels himself relax again at the sound of a genuine one – there had been no reason for you to feel guilty about what happened at the battlefield today but he doesn’t blame you – he knows the feeling all too well. He’s just grateful that you’re still here, alive, in his arms right now.
A comfortable silence falls between you after you sigh contentedly. Your hand has moved on from the hem of his jacket to his hand, intertwining them with your own while he periodically sneaks kisses onto the top of your head or cheeks.
Allen never knew he’d become so addicted to physical touch as he’s gotten after kissing you only a few times. He’s constantly seeking out your hand when you walk next to each other and his hands always seems to travel to your body in a quest for some contact. Recently he’s even started touching you with his glove off – at your request, of course.
“It’s warm,” you told him the first time his ungloved hand traced circles on your cheek, stars sparkled in your eyes at his willingness to comply. You’d then proceeded to kiss every digit and up his arm, stopping at his shoulder with a sigh, “I love you, Allen Walker.”
Allen’s brought back to the present at the sound of your gentle snoring. He pulls you in closer with a content sigh. He probably will make good on the promise of carrying you to the station – even if you’ll sound like a screaming banshee all the way.
You’re both fast asleep before you realize the warmth’s finally emerging in the room from the hours of making the hearth cooperate.
Lavi
“Do you ever get tired of reading?”
You’re sprawled on the couch looking at Lavi who’s at the edge of the couch with his nose buried in documents. He almost died today and you’ve decided his reaction’s off. He’s way too nonchalant about it. You’re not sure if you’re more frustrated at him for almost dying or for his reaction not being as severe as yours.
“Hm?” he barely looks up from the parchment in his hands but the slight tilt of his head signals that he’s listening to you, at least. You groan and kick him lightly, hoping it’ll garner more of a reaction.
It doesn’t.
When you keep toeing at him, he finally sighs and puts the papers down on his lap, “what?”
There’s more bite in that word than you’ve ever heard from him and it makes you recoil. It doesn’t go past him though and he seems to visibly reign back his emotions, if only for a split second. He reaches out for you but you bend your legs up towards you, “I’m sorry I annoyed you,” you try and he moves back to his papers – for a moment you fear he’s just gonna start reading again but he folds them up nicely and puts them on the corner table next to the couch. He then takes off his headband, and lets his hair fall down.
“I’m a little tense, I apologize.”
He moves towards you again and this time you let him, his arms crossed and resting on your thighs. You bite your underlip, waiting to see if he’ll continue talking.
He doesn’t, he simply makes one of his signature smiles.
Jerk.
You sigh and let your arms fall to your sides, “listen Lavi, you almost died today. I think we should talk about it instead of just… reading to distract from the subject.”
Frustration flashes in his eye and he looks down with his bottom lip formed to a pout. A heavy cute aggression overwrites your focus for a moment and you want to squeeze his cheeks. You lean towards him as well, your arms going around his neck – the position is uncomfortable though, so your arms travel down his and wrap around his wrists to pull him on top of you. He follows meekly until he’s comfortably settled.
“Well, well, well,” he says with a toothy grin but you hush him, “don’t play around right now, idiot, I actually do want to talk.”
He clicks his tongue in an almost Kanda-like fashion but rests his forehead on top of yours anyway before he opens his mouth, “you know I’m not… good, with all that. I’m not built like that.”
You hold back a snort but a breath of air does escape your nose before you can stop it. You hope it’s not as condescending as you fear it sounds. “You said that about romance too before you kissed me senseless underneath two exploding Akumas two years ago.”
He looks around the room in an effort to not look you in the eyes. You kiss him, slowly and with as much love as you can muster. He sighs into it and when you pull back, he follows you for a second kiss. You oblige as your hands run through his hair. You always did like to play around with it.
He’s distracting you; you realize. He’s not the only one able to calculate situations like these so you pull back and tut at him, “I could’ve lost you today.”
He sighs, “but you didn’t.”
“No, but I could’ve. I won’t force you more than this but I just want you to know that I’m glad you’re okay.” you trace mindless circles on his cheek as you say this and you don’t miss the way his eye widens at your admission. He clears his throat, “you are?”
It’s a whisper of a question.
The insecurity laced into his question surprises you and you do a double take to read his facial expression. He looks scared. You pull him impossibly closer, sighing into his hair, “of course, Lavi. I love you.”
He gulps loudly and you can feel the shaking as he exhales. You know what he’s about to say, so you pull him to face you again and kiss him before he gets a chance to.
After kissing some composure back into him and the shakiness out, you smile at him, admiring his emerald eye.
“That card game you talked about on the train – you still want to play?”
He seems to consider for a second before he decides, “no. I want to stay in your arms.”
You laugh and he blows a raspberry into your neck making you scream out and paw at him, trying to push him off. He laughs too before settling into your neck again. You’re tense though because you don’t trust him not to continue his shenanigans.
“Would you rather eat 20 worms or sleep in the mud for two nights straight?”
You’ve never seen his face rise so fast from your chest to give you the most confused and disgusted look you’ve seen him sport in a while. When you just look at him with a raised eyebrow, clearly waiting for a serious answer, he falls back down and breathes out.
“Would I have to eat all the worms at once? Or could I space them out over a time period?”
You laugh, “would you really rather eat one worm a week for 20 weeks than get it all over with?” and he groans, “well, I gotta know my options here!”
You stifle your laugh that’s threatening to boil back up and clear your throat, “you could take as long as you needed to eat them.” you decide thoughtfully and he chuckles, “then I’d rather eat 20 worms.”
You hum in reply, thinking it through. “How long would you spend eating them?”
“Hopefully 20 years.” he admits and you punch his shoulders, “hey! That’s cheating!”
He looks up at you with a pout, “but you just said I could take as long as I needed!”
“Yeah, but I didn’t mean like that!” you pout back at him and he groans at the absurdity of it all.
The rest of the evening continues on with more ridiculous questions like these, all making you both laugh and punch each other in the name of fairness. The questions continue long into the night where you both end up falling asleep, uncomfortably tangled into each other without any hope of a duvet because none of you wanted to get up and not touch each other.
Lavi hopes his actions are able to communicate what his mouth won’t ever be able to say out loud.
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I HOPE THESE FIT WHAT YOU HAD IN MIND MY LOVE<3 if not dont be afraid to lmk!!!! <3 i enjoyed immensely writing both of these and as i said up there ^ these are both works i wouldnt mind exploring more in-depth in a more longer type fic (still one shot)! 👀 but it probably would be just a bit darker/exploring the 'almost losing someone' trope deeper!!!
@the-cosmos-network 🌌
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