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Heyyy, how are you, you wonderful human being? I found this blog this morning and I'm in love with your writings 💘 Can I maybe make a request? A scenario where Kanda's so went on a mission and went missing. Like a huge battle took place, everything was destroyed, so was thought to be dead for a couple months. But suddenly shescomes back to the Orden all covered in bandages with a scar on her face, still limping, turns out she was seriously wounded and was in a coma like state all this time

Hi ok so like, I am so sorry that this took me months to get around to. If you follow me, you’ve probably seen my posts whining about my depression, my work schedule, and my surgeries and such. But I still feel like a literal piece of human garbage that I couldn’t spare an hour or so to do this. I am hoping that it’s good enough that it’s worth that wait??

Ok so like it’s garbage but my brain won’t do more than this so....my bad dawg.

NOTE: spoke with requester, as per their request, this will be Kanda x Female reader

Do I write NSFW? Do I breathe air??? ? I freakin’ love writing smut. But I especially love writing Kanda smut. I have a LOT of headcanons when it comes to sexually-active Kanda. You have no idea what kind of Pandora’s box you’ve opened by requesting this!! xD All jokes aside, I hope you enjoy!! Also, I want to apologize for this taking forever. It was a hectic fews week.

WARNING: lemony goodness is ahead.

Venice's festival looked like a lot of fun from the window from the Inn. The sun was low overhead as it began its descent into darkness for the evening but that did not stop the raging civilians with their music and their dancing and their drinking. The motley crew of Exorcists that made up your team for this mission had been invited to attend. For Kanda, as expected, it had been a resounding "no". You claimed exhaustion from your travels and battles as explanation for your much more polite "no thank you". Lavi and Allen had accepted the invitation, though they hadn't spared the wiggling eyebrows and cocky smirks and knowing eyes before they left.

You had gone straight to the room the swordsman shared with the other boys. Why wouldn't you have? When was the last time you had had the chance to be truly alone with the man you had found yourself captivated by? No other Exorcists or Order personnel or akuma present to interrupt you. Just you and Kanda.

And that was how you had found yourself straddling Kanda’s legs as the pair of you sat on his bed. 

His lips were against yours, his tongue in an exotic dance with your own. Both of you had discarded your shirts at some point, leaving his chest bare for your hands to gingerly explore. His hands grazed up and down your sides, the tips of his fingers an intermittent bare whisper against the underside of your breasts. You could feel the hardened length in his pants pressing into your lower abdomen and it made some liquid heat pool deep within your core.

This was the furthest you had ever gotten, and if he was interested, you fully intended to take it as far as you could tonight with him.

“Kanda.” You panted against his lips before pulling your head back. When you opened your eyes, you found his to be open and watching you. You unconsciously bit your lip at the sight before you; Yu Kanda, swordsman Exorcist to the stars, with a faint blush and a darkness glazed over his eyes. 

You were sure that it was the sexiest thing you had ever seen.

“Do you want to…?” Your voice trailed off and your eyes lowered. 

“Do you?” He asked, his voice huskier than usual. 

You nodded. 

Through your lashes, you saw his blush deepen into a shining ruby. “I don’t know...I’ve never…” He was speaking more slowly than you were used to, like he was struggling with what to say. He looked as though he were completely embarrassed.

You couldn’t stop the bubbling laughter that built in your chest and spilled past your lips. 

But the laughter died immediately when you saw the way his eyes narrowed and his lips twisted into a scowl.

“Don’t laugh at me.” He growled and pushed his hands against your shoulders to shove you off of his lap.

You landed back on the bed and as you wiped the tears from your eyes, you saw it. Kanda wasn’t angry, no, the anger was just his mask to what was actually brimming in his eyes: hurt and shame.

“I’m not laughing at you, idiot.” You climbed back up and re-positioned yourself into his lap, pressing your chest against his, batting away his hands when he tried to shove you again. “I’m laughing because I don’t know what the Hell I’m doing either.” When his eyes widened just a fraction, you pressed a chaste kiss to his lips. “But if you want, I’m happy to try to figure it out with you. Together.” 

“Fine.” He grumbled, but he leaned forward to kiss you again. This time, you reached your hands up to the tie in his hair and undid it, letting your fingers revel in the silky tresses that now fell freely down his back like spilled ink.

He was impatient, but then again, when wasn’t he? Kanda moved his lithe frame to twist you both around before pushing you so that you were lying flat on your back. He rested on his knees and elbows above you.

His hand was grazing your side and resting against the side of your breast. When he pulled his head back, you nodded to him.

With a deft hand, he undid the wrap you kept around your chest. The cool breeze of the room hit the freshly exposed skin and your gasp was soft. 

Kanda sat back, resting his bottom on his heels as he looked over your body then. Huh. Lavi and some of the others had always been excited about seeing beautiful women, especially their breasts. He could hear the idiot yelling, “Strike!~” now just thinking of it. He had never entirely understood the excitement; he was able to recognize when people were attractive, but it wasn’t something he had ever been interested in before.

But seeing you below him, skin lightly flushed, pert breasts exposed, he understood it now.

His pants were suddenly, feeling very, very tight.

You murmured his name, snapping him from his daze, and he leaned forward to press a kiss to your lips before his own began to wander, first running along your jaw and then down the smooth column of your throat. Your breath hitched in anticipation. 

Kanda had no real idea what he was doing, or what he was supposed to do, so he let his body move itself on blind instinct. He found him presently surprised when it seemed to be working. When his lips found the rosy tips of your breasts, lightning bolts of pleasure speared themselves into his core at the found of you moaning his name.

His tongue lapped gingerly at one nipple while he brought fingers to fiddle with the other. Your back arched of its own volition, pushing you closer to him. The pleasure was a heady intoxication. 

When you moaned his name he let his mouth work its way back up to your lips. You returned the kiss with more fervor than either of you had ever felt. You ran your fingertips along the line of his waistband and you felt him shudder under your touch. Emboldened by his reaction, you began to fumble with the buckle of his belt. You're brows furrowed and you lost your rhythm in the kiss when your fingers couldn't get it undone.

Kanda pulled back and sat up so that he still leaned over you some but could still balance enough that he didn't topple over on top of you. And you were hit with a rare sight then: Kanda was smiling. Well, smiling wasn't the right word. He was smirking. You'd only ever caught him pulling his lips like that in the heat of battle. Now he was doing it for you. Though you hadn't thought it possible, the realization made your heart beat even faster in your chest.

With his belt undid he undid the button and zipper of his pants. He shimmied off of the bed and you sat up, biting down on your bottom lip in anticipation. 

Kanda slid his pants down and kicked them off haphazardly. That's when you became aware that he wasn’t wearing anything underneath.

Nothing.

Catching your widened eyes, Kanda's face flushed. "Lavi took them." He muttered.

It took a few seconds for your brain to understand what he had said. When it did, your head fell back as a laugh escaped your lips. "Well," you smiled at him then, feeling heat pool in your belly when you let your eyes roam over Kanda’s naked form. "I guess I owe Lavi my eternal gratitude."

You had always known that Kanda was good-looking; everybody did. He had the prettiest face and the most beautiful hair and you knew that he was fit and trim and just the right amount of muscular. You had seen him shirtless enough to know this. Even clothed, while his clothing was never too tight, it had always been tailored just right to let you know. 

But seeing him fully nude left your mouth dry. His body...it looked like God had descended from Heaven to sculpt it with the finest marble. It was so smooth and lithe and fit and wow, it was distracting. You could spend the rest of the night just staring at it.

But you were on a mission here, so you forced yourself to stay focused on the task at hand. 

"Kanda." You murmured then, surprised by how husky your own voice had gone. "Come here." You held out your hand to him and he took it and came back up to the bed. He leaned forward and gave your lips a chaste kiss before he brought his deft fingers to the button of your pants. You felt your nerves hum with some delirious combination of anxiety and excitement. Yu Kanda, swordsman Exorcist extraordinaire, was taking your pants off to have sex with you. You were the luckiest girl in the world.

He tossed your pants just as haphazardly as he had his own, and you didn't have a chance to complain about the cool air hitting the smooth skin of your legs before he was on top of you again. His lips were at your throat and you moaned and tilted your head to give him more access.

When his fingers began to fiddle with one of your nipples, you sucked in a sharp breath as pleasure shot straight into your spine. Feeling daring, you let one of your hands wander over the smooth expanse of his chest and then grazed your fingers down his abdomen. He squirmed and grunted at that and both of your eyes widened in sync. His face went red once more at your laughter. Yu Kanda was ticklish. Neither of you had seen that coming.

Kanda pinched your nipple a little harder right as he bit into your throat, not hard enough to break skin, but not gentle enough that it didn't hurt. 

At your gasp, he lifted his head so that his darkened eyes were hot on yours. "Don't. Laugh." He grit out.

You only smiled at that. Even in the midst of losing his virginity, Kanda was just so Kanda that it made a warmth blossom in your chest. You ignored his glare and let your hand venture further down until it wrapped around the shaft of his hardened cock. He let out a strangled gasp at your touch and buried his head into the crook of your neck. "[Y/n]...." He murmured.

You began to move your hand. He hissed and placed his hand over yours and pried your fingers to loosen your grip a little. "Like this." He mumbled, face red and very obviously avoiding your gaze as he guided your hand into stroking him properly.

You could feel that his breathing had gone heavy against you and if you were reading it correctly, it sounded like he was fighting back moans that were trying to escape his lips with your ministrations. 

"Should I…?" His hips were involuntarily beginning to buck in your hold and his hand had wandered down to the line of your panties.

Seeing Kanda slowly becoming undone was, without a doubt, the most exotic thing you had ever seen. "Please." You moaned the word out and if you hadn't been so overwhelmed, you might have been surprised by how absolutely wanton you sounded.

He brought his lips to yours and once again, it fell apart almost immediately, becoming little more than teeth and tongue. He let an index finger run down your slit over your panties and you gasped into his mouth, your hips bucking up into his reflexively. Emboldened by your response, he let his hand dip down into your panties then. He ran his finger down your slit, with no fabric to buffer it this time, and Kanda moaned into the kiss when he felt how wet you were.

"K-Kanda." You stammered against his lips. You had no idea what exactly it was you wanted, you just knew, more.

He stroked you a few more times before he slowly pushed a finger in. Your back arched at that. The hand on his cock faltered and the hand you had wrapped around his bicep tightened, leaving crescent indents in his skin.

He pulled back and your eyes met. It took you a second, but you realized then he was asking for guidance. 

"L-Like this." You blushed and the hand on his arm moved to go over his, like he had done for you earlier. You weren't a hundred percent sure what he was supposed to do, but you had explored yourself enough in the past to have a basic idea.

You guided his hand so that it thrust his finger in and out. Your breath came out ragged at the sensation. Kanda's hand felt a lot different than your own. 

When you let go of his hand, he went to continue the movements, but his hand had slipped just the slightest and his thumb brushed across you in exactly the right spot. Your hips bucked hard at that and you whimpered his name.

You vaguely saw him blink at that. He had no idea what had happened. When you asked him to do that again, he did so and smirked when you had the exact same response.

His thumb rubbed over your clit in small circles while he fucked you with his finger and you felt pleasure beginning to coil itself tightly in your core. When he pushed another finger in, and then eventually a third, his name became a mantra on your lips. 

His breathing had also gone ragged and his hips were thrusting his cock into your hands just as desperately as yours were.

"Kanda, please." It came out as a whine and you didn't care. "I want you." You breathed out. 

He withdrew his fingers and despite your request for him to do so, you whimpered at the sudden emptiness. He positioned himself all the way over you, balancing himself on his knees and forearms over you. His lips met yours in desperation and your hands wound like vices into his hair. Your heart was pounding like that of a wild animal's in your chest with the knowledge of what was coming.

Kanda must have sensed this and forced himself to slow down. His lips and tongue began to move more languidly with yours, moving more like a lazy cat stretching than the wild tiger that had been there only moments ago. He rested an open palm against your cheek and you felt his hand shake ever so lightly, a reminder that he was nervous as well. It was the reassurance you needed and honestly, seeing Kanda nervous about sex was kind of adorable, though you wouldn't say it aloud or else you knew he'd be penetrating you with his other sword as a result, and that would be a lot less fun.

"Please, Kanda." You murmured against his lips.

He lined himself up and began to push in slowly. His body shook with the effort it was taking to restrain himself from slamming his hips forward because holy fuck he had not been prepared for it to feel this good. Kanda understood logically that sex was supposed to feel good, but actually having your hot, wet body clamping down on his cock was an entirely new sensation he never could have dreamed of. "Fuck." He murmured against your lips before drawing back on shaking arms to study you, to check for any signs of discomfort.

You took a deep breath. Though it wasn't as bad as the rumors had told you it would be, there was obvious discomfort. You had never been stretched this much or so filled to the brim. It was a strange feeling and more uncomfortable than it was painful. You looked up at Kanda and felt your heart flutter; he was watching you intently through heavy lids, his teeth were grit with the strain that staying still was wracking on his body. On the outside, Kanda was cold and aloof and impassive to all those he encountered. On the inside, he wasn't much different. But right this moment, you were seeing a very small part of him that you doubted anybody had ever seen before: a caring, loving side. 

That awareness was all the motivation you needed. You murmured his name then and bucked your hips into his as if to say "it's okay, go ahead" which only resulted in his eyes going comically wide and a strangled gasp leaving his mouth. At your smile he shook his head and brought his lips to your throat and slowly began to cant his hips. His lips, which had been smooth and graceful before were now discordant and messy and he ended up biting down a lot more than he meant to, something that, to your surprise you quite enjoyed. 

It didn't take very long for the discomfort to give way to pleasure. While it had originally been strange to be so filled with Kanda, you quickly found yourself liking the feeling. Everything about him was overwhelming it this instant; the scent of him: plain soap with a hint of fresh cut herbs that you knew was just him, the feeling of him biting onto your neck and shoulder and then immediately soothing the wounds with his tongue and lips, the way his hair fell around the two of you like a midnight’s sky curtain and was soft and smooth against your arms, and most importantly, his cock smoothly gliding in and out of you.

"Faster." You requested in a moan.

"Thank God." He muttered and you threw your head back as some noise that was a combination of a laugh and a moan spilled from your lips. And you were pleased to find that he was serious in his delight because he immediately pulled out almost all the way and then slammed himself back into the hilt, resulting in the coil of pleasure in your belly to begin to compress once more.

His hips moved faster now and his lips were erratic and everywhere. You found that you liked it best when he nestled his head next to yours and nipped sloppily at your ear. While he wasn't particularly vocal in bed, a fact that came as no surprise to you, his breathing was coming out in pants with the occasional groan and it sent chills up your spine.

He reached an arm down and hooked it under your knee and brought your leg up until it rested over his shoulder. The changed angle had him ramming into a spot you didn’t even know existed and it was so good you didn’t know how you didn’t fall apart immediately.

You didn't notice immediately how hard your nails were raking into the skin of his back and if he noticed, he wasn't saying anything. 

You did your best to move your hips in time with his but he was quickly beginning to lose himself and his thrusts came so quickly you couldn't keep up.

"Come." Sensing that you were close, he growled the word into your ear. Kanda had always been on the bossier side, something that usually annoyed you, but this command sent a shiver up your spine and you were helpless to do anything but comply.

The coil that had been compressing itself in your lower abdomen exploded, leaving you with stars in your eyes and a cry of his name from your lips as your orgasm speared through you.

His lips met yours and once again the kiss was sloppy and messy and desperate as the clenching from your orgasm threw Kanda over the ledge to soar with you. His hips stilled then, with his cock buried to the hilt, as he spilled his orgasm into you.

He collapsed on you then, and thanks to the daze that graced you, his weight wasn’t bothersome. In fact, you could probably be comfortable lying under him forever like this, you decided. With him lying against you like this, you could feel that his chest was heaving and his heart was also going so fast that it was a wonder it didn’t burst, in the exact same ways that yours was.

“Hey Kanda?” You asked softly, running your fingers through his hair gently.

When you only got a grunt for a response, you couldn’t help but chuckle. “I have a serious question. Well, two of them.”

He let his head lull to the side against your shoulder then so he could eye you. He narrowed his eyes, but his eyelids were heavy and his eyes themselves appeared to be glazed. 

“You didn’t use protection.”

Kanda thought for a moment and then lazily shrugged his shoulders. “I don’t think I can have kids.” He answered softly but then his brows furrowed as he went deep into thought for a moment. “I don’t think so. Fuck.” Then he grimaced. “I should probably talk to Komui. I’m going to regret it.”

You laughed and kissed his forehead. “We can talk to him together?” 

“That might be worse.” 

“Probably, but still, I’ll suffer with you. It’s only fair.”

“Fine. Next question?” He stifled a yawn before pulling himself out of you and rolling onto his side next to you.

You involuntarily whimpered at the sudden emptiness and he smirked. “So you know how you heal super fast and stuff?”

He raised a brow. He rolled his shoulders where they burned from your nails, though the marks were already fading. 

“How’s your stamina?”

“Exceptional. Again, why?”

You rolled over until you were on top of him. “Because I’d like to go for round two if you’re up for it.”

He shifted his hips and you felt his hardened cock against your core. Your eyes widened and your head fell back with a laugh.

♡♡♡

Allen had Lavi’s arm slung over his shoulder as he led him up the stairs. The redhead had had entirely too much to drink. Not so much that he was losing consciousness, but just enough that he struggled to stay upright on his own and his words came out slurred and just the smallest bit garbled.

When they entered their room, Allen was quick to drop Lavi into his bed. 

Allen was changing into his night clothing when he noticed Lavi squinting at Kanda’s bed with his emerald of an eye. “What is it?” He murmured, keeping his voice low.

“Is it me, or like, are there two Kandas?” He held his fingers up in front of his face to see if those were duplicated as well.

Allen looked and found that there was, thank God, only one Kanda.

But he wasn't alone in his bed.

You were wrapped like an octopus around him, the two of you happily and peacefully.

“It’s [Y/n].” Allen muttered, trying to keep his jaw from dropping.

“‘Bout damn time.” Lavi murmured with a playful grin before falling back into his bed, fully dressed, and going to sleep for the night.

Normally when I do these, I write CHARACTER x S/O but today I wanted to try a CHARACTER x READER. I hope that’s okay!! I also hope I do a good job with it! The prompt is freakin’ adorable and so I want to make an equally adorable, light-hearted imagine ≧'◡'≦ I hope you like it! Thank you for the request!! Feel free to send me anymore you dream up~

Kanda was aggravated. Neither of his companions appeared to pay him any mind however, because then again, when wasn’t the swordsman carrying a mood so dark and fouled that it could be felt for miles?

They were on a mission, God dammit! This wasn’t the time to laze around doodling. You were standing behind General Tiedoll, peeking over his shoulder, as he painted the rising sun that sat before the lot of you. Kanda sat behind the two of you, back pressed into the thick trunk of a tree, with his arms crossed tightly over his and his eyes darkened in his irritation.

He knew that he was still adapting to his new title as Tiedoll’s fellow General, but even he knew that they needed to focus.

The pair of you had been sent to accompany the General as he traveled across Eastern Asia in search of Innocence and new Accommodators to mentor. Tiedoll had been given the additional task of training Kanda on what exactly it meant to be a General. You had been Kanda’s first pupil.

When you first met, the thought of loving Kanda and being loved by Kanda was laughable.

You had been told that Kanda used to be meaner, more miserable, quicker to anger. You had laughed at that; you couldn’t imagine anybody being meaner, more miserable, or quicker to anger than Kanda. And it had been worse? Pity those that had to have been around him before he had been able to make his peace.

But too many missions and near-death experiences and sleepless nights somehow added together in some peculiar equation that gave love room to blossom.

You spent your days learning how to fight akuma. You weren’t as skilled as either General, but with their combined guidance, you were learning. And you were learning quickly. Tiedoll had commented that the growth in your skill was staggering. Kanda was a surprisingly good teacher. Patient? Absolutely not. Encouraging? If you counted the don’t-fucking-die-and-kill-the-akuma-you-idiot speeches then, yes? But he was talented in what he needed to teach. He was challenging. He worked you ruthlessly to the bone and left you soaked in your own sweat and with aches that were so frequent that you worried they might be permanent at this point.

But nights were disparate. You didn’t know what it was, but when the moon found itself bright overhead, Kanda’s scaly exterior would soften for you and let you in. Make no mistake, in these instances, Kanda did not vanish, but he seemed to let the ever present crack in his heart open just the tiniest bit more, just enough to let you crawl in.

If your crew got an Inn for the night, you’d share a room and a bed. If you were roughing it out, you shared a sleeping bag. It was rarely without chiding from Tiedoll who seemed even more enamored than you by in-love-Yu-Kanda. “Be safe!” He’d say with a wink before retiring to his own room while you wrapped your arms around Kanda’s thrashing body from behind to keep him from murdering the older General.

Underneath the star-splattered sky or dusty ceiling of your room, you laid together. Your partner wasn’t very physically affectionate, so cuddling was something of a rarity, which suited you just fine. You’d lie next to each other, with a comfortable closeness, facing each other. Sometimes your lips would meet in a warm caress. Sometimes you’d talk. Sometimes you just studied the smooth lines and curves of each other’s features.

But now, you and your Generals left the woods to venture into a nearby town in search of breakfast.

Tiedoll walks ahead of you, greeting locals as though he’s known them all his life, while you and Kanda trail behind. You’re taking in the quaint town around you while his skin seems to hum with his wariness.

Is he never not on the edge? You wondered to yourself.

Wanting to comfort him, you grow bold with an idea. You reach your hand over and grab his firmly. His hand is warm in yours.

His head whips to the side to face you, his hair following the movement like a whip. Eyes the color of a summer’s sky have widened marginally, his eyebrows have raised, and his lips twist into a scowl. His expression is a comical contradiction of shock and indignation. He’s stopped walking, forcing you to stop as well lest you lose your grasp on him.

“We’re in public!” He hisses at you.

But that’s when you see it. He’s blushing. It’s faint, so subtle that you almost missed it. Yu Kanda, sword-wielding Exorcist to the stars, is blushing.

“We’re just holding hands?” Your tone is coy and confused, emphasized with the slight cocking of your head to the side. But you can’t play this game because you can’t hold your grin back.

His lips move, tongue ready to strike like a snake with a retort, when you both are jolted back into reality by General Tiedoll’s voice.

“Yu, you’re not going to let a little hand-holding stop you, are you?” His smile is aimed at you and it's soft and reassuring. For reasons you can’t name, however, his eyes are washing over you with gratitude. When he turns to face Kanda, his smile turns playful, and as Kanda’s ever faithful teacher in every aspect life required him to be, explained, “Holding hands is perfectly normal.”

“I know that!” Kanda barked out defensively, though you suspected that he was lying. He began then to walk, shoving past Tiedoll, so quickly that he yanks your arm and for a split second you worry about the possibility of him dislocating your shoulder. You pick up the pace to keep up with him.

His grip on your hand is too hard.

But he didn’t let go.

You’re always allowed to ask for something that involves my baby boy! Plus, cutesy, feeling Kanda is my fav 😊 After thinking hard about this request, I came up with an entire fic idea for this, so this is definitely probably too long, but I hope you enjoy~

Running through his internal Rolodex of every mission he had ever been on, Kanda couldn’t remember a single one that he had actually enjoyed. He always did well, as he was a skilled Exorcist, but he had never actually had fun going out on them. They were jobs, nothing more. Jobs that left him feeling dirty, tired, and sore.

They also meant being away from his lover for extended bouts of time, something that would always immediately put him on edge. His partners noticed this, that he was even meaner and crankier and more confrontational and explosive than he usually was.

But luck appeared to be on his side. For the first time in a long time, his lover had been assigned to the mission with him.

The pair had traveled by train into Croatia. Kanda had spent most of the train ride in the same way he usually was, sulking and quiet. He half-listened as his partner prattled on about this and that, though if they had been paying attention, they might have noticed the way he was watching the changing expressions on their face as they looked at the passing scenery outside of the window in total adoration. They were so beautiful, and he found himself distracted by the child-like wonder and surprise and awe on their face as they saw different scenes.

They checked into an Inn with their assigned Finder and were walked through what the Finder had found in his own exploration of the area: stories of a woman who lived in a small cabin on the outskirts of the town. She was supposedly in possession of a mirror that contained magicks that allowed the person looking into it to see the happiest moment they had ever experienced in place of their reflection. It was said that she offered the mirror to those who had been devastated by the loss of a loved one to allow them to relive happy memories. 

They brought their belongings up to their shared room. They had suggested that they go to bed for the night and start fresh first thing in the morning. But Kanda, ever impatient, wanted to go investigate right away. He didn’t bother waiting for an argument before grabbing them by the arm and all but dragging them from their room and out into the cool air. 

Despite Kanda having to frequently remind the other, “We’re not on a fucking vacation!” whenever they wandered off to look at something or adventure, they had found the cabin with relative ease. 

It had been completely surrounded by akuma as far as the eye could see. The duo stole a glance at each other and nodded in sync. Neither had to speak a word to know exactly what the other was thinking.

Mugen was drawn. His partner’s weapon was drawn. They simultaneously launched themselves into battle.

It was ugly. It was tiring. There were just so damned many.

As Kanda, airborne, brought Mugen down to slice an akuma in half, one managed to catch him from behind, landing a particularly nasty hit to his abdomen. He heard his partner cry out his name in horror as he crashed into the ground. In their distraction, they took a horrific hack to the leg, red spraying everywhere.

That was all Kanda needed. His spotted vision suddenly went as red as their blood. The rage was all encompassing; he couldn’t lose them. No, he wouldn’t lose them. He forced himself up, ignoring the way his abdomen ached with the movement, and cursed himself to heal quicker so he could end this battle.

It was ugly and nightmarish, but they were able to finish it.

When all of the akuma were slain, the old woman took them in and provided them with as many first aid supplies as she could. Kanda bitterly batted her away, leaving he and his partner alone in a small room.

As though he weren’t even aware of the agonizing way his abdomen burned with every minuscule movement, he could only focus on one thing: them. They were conscious, which filled him with relief. 

He carried them to a tiny bed, gentle as possible before climbing onto the thin mattress and sitting down next to them. 

“K-Kanda,” They rasped. “You need to wrap your own wounds. Don’t worry about mine, I can get them.” They started to sit up and the swordsman scowled as he used the palm of his hand on their shoulder to push them firmly into the bed.

“Shut up.” He muttered. Brows furrowed, he began to arduous task of wound care. The head-nurse would have been horrified to see him go about it; with his enhanced healing, wound care wasn’t something he was very familiar with. But he wasn’t an idiot and was perfectly capable of doing fine enough to at least be effective, even if it wasn’t neat.

Their skin shuddered at his feather light touches as he applied salve to the wounds.

“Seriously, Kanda. I know you’re a crazy badass that can heal fast, but the cut in your stomach is bad and needs to be wrapped.”

Kanda’s hands froze and his eyes traveled up the injured form of his lover up to their face, still beautiful through the scrapes and drying blood and dirt. For a moment, his mind went blank. Suddenly, he felt something fluttering in his chest. He could have lost them today, but that wasn’t the worst of it; it was how surprised he felt when he realized that losing them would have absolutely destroyed him. It wouldn’t have been the first time he lost somebody who mattered to him...he knew what that kind of hurt felt like.

He wouldn’t have survived it again, he was sure.

Seemingly out of nowhere, he bent forward and, soft as could be, pressed his lips into theirs, his palms strong on either side of their face.

When he pulled his lips back and pressed his forehead to rest against the others, he just sighed.

“K-Kanda?”

The young man blinked then, broken from his reverie. He sat back up straight and reached over to grab another roll of gauze. “Shut the fuck up and let me get this over with.” 

well since kanda is literally my b a b y, uh, FRICK YEAH!!!  💖 💖 💖

Kanda won’t ever admit it, but he enjoys relaxing with his s/o quite a bit. His life as an Exorcist is pretty hectic, and aside from meditation, he doesn’t get to just relax very often.

But he won’t want to relax at first. He’s not used to having tons of free time. He doesn’t like it, in all honesty. He doesn’t like to be alone with his thoughts for too long. Staying busy keeps him distracted. He’ll try to stalk out into the forest to train or something. 

But he can’t say no to his s/o.

He’ll feel restless initially. He’ll be irritable and rude; he’s like this to everybody, but he’s normally a bit softer with his s/o, so it’s a bit of a shock. It had been a long time since he had acted like that around his s/o.

But his s/o’s presence, as always, will eventually soothe him.

The weight of his duties, the weight of the akuma, the Noah, the Earl, his past traumas, everything, will slowly feel lifted off of his shoulder.

At this point, he’ll let himself settle into lazing with them for a bit. He’s not a fan of cuddling, but he’s comfortable sitting next to his s/o with his arm slung loosely over their shoulder. He might even fiddle idly with strands of their hair.

Right when his s/o is about to suggest that maybe they go do something, they notice that Kanda has dozed off, his cheek resting gently against the top of their head.

What they didn’t see was right before he nodded off, he was just thinking about how nice this was, and maybe, just maybe, he’d be willing to do it again sometime.

As long as it was with them.

I was going to not do this request, because of all the DGM characters, Tyki is one of the most difficult ones for me to write. But I love a good challenge! (That’s my polite way of saying moMMA DIDN’T RAISE NO BITCH!!) So, here we are! So I’ll warn you, since I’m not strong with Tyki, this is nowhere near my best work, unfortunately. Either way, I hope you like it! Thanks so much for the request.

Also, big thank you to @butterfly-showers for the help one this one!! If you haven’t checked out her work yet, I highly suggest to anybody reading this that you do! It [and she] is amazing!!!!

Note, this is a little bit NSFW.

He had never been in love before. 

Love. What a strange, fickle thing. He could feel it fluttering around deep inside of his chest. Is this what it feels like when his Teez picked away at his victims’ hearts? He wondered with a wry smile as he nestled his head into the crook of their neck. 

They were fast asleep, the rise and fall of their chest steady against his arms.

Tyki Mikk was admiring the way their face looked, tinted pale blue in the gentle sweep of light that the night’s full moon let in through the window. The sight made his heart do a stutter step. Did they know how beautiful they were? He pondered. The Noah of Pleasure knew that he told them often how beautiful they were. He adored the way that their face flushed whenever he gave them a compliment, so he made it a habit to do it as often as he possibly could.

Even when he felt the darkness, no, the black, oozing into his every pore and settling itself deep into his bones, he was always in awe with them. 

Their day together had been excellent, he thought fondly. Sheryl had had another gala that he had been forced to attend, something that would have once annoyed him, but the parties suddenly weren’t so boring and miserable, not with the love of his life by his side. They had danced. They had laughed together at the whispers around them. He had felt a surge of pride when he had introduced them to the rest of his family, the Millennium Earl included. Oh, their dear Lord had always been going on and on about Tyki getting married one day. The Noah had always scoffed at the idea. But now? It didn’t seem so bad. Especially when he could just envision them standing before him, looking brilliantly radiant in their beautiful wedding attire. 

Not for a single moment in his entire life did he ever envision himself getting married. Tyki had never even thought about getting married. But he had never envisioned himself falling in love either.

He had his black side. He had his white side. He had always enjoyed maintaining both. But they brought him face-to-face with a new side that he had never met before.

Peculiar as it was, he wouldn’t have traded it for the world.

After the party, they had retired to his room in the Ark, where he had let his black self run rampant. 

The memory of their skin glowing in the candlelight as their limbs were stretched out, tied up at the joints to leave their body completely open for his feasting, the way they cried out, “Yes, Master!” when he slapped them harshly enough across the cheek to leave a red outline in the shape of his hand, the way they screamed his name as he slammed his cock in and out of their tight warmth, the vulgar sound of flesh smacking against flesh, the way they tightened around his length in their orgasm when he called them his filthy slut, the wayー

Tyki cut his thoughts off when he felt a shiver shoot up his spine.

This was a person who loved both his white side and his black side. This was a person who was perfectly content to rest with their back pulled tight against his chest as his white side whispered sweet nothings into their ear. This was a person who didn’t fear the downright sadistic desires of his Black side but actually seemed to encourage it. 

He was the luckiest man in the world, he was sure.

Just as he was about to place a gentle kiss where he could feel the pulsating beat of their heart at the sweet spot where the smooth column of their throat met their jaw, he was startled by their sudden movement.

They had sat straight up all of the sudden, flinging his languid body to the side. His eyes rounded the second the blood-curdling scream had escaped past their lips.

He scrambled his way out of the tangled sheets to kneel next to them, placing firm hands on their shoulders. “What? What is it?”

The scream hadn’t been the worst of it, he realized with a strange ache blooming in his chest. There was something in their eyes that he had never seen there before. But he had seen it elsewhere before. Terror. It was the kind of cold, raw terror he had seen in the eyes of those that had the wings of his Teez flicking within the cavities of their chests as the creatures chewed their way through the throbbing muscle of their heart at a leisurely taste. That was the kind of terror that brought him a surge of absolute pleasure.

But now it was this same terror that settled deep into his own bones and brought with it a dull, resonating uneasiness. 

"Love, what is it?" He pulled them into his lap and close against his chest, disheartened when he felt the way their body trembled like a lone leaf lost in a storm.

They shook their head before burying it into the crook of Tyki's neck. "I'm sorry, did I wake you?"

"Hey." Tyki pulled his head back and used a soft hand to tilt their's up at the chin so that their eyes met. "I was already awake. That doesn't matter. Tell me what happened just now."

They sighed and he saw a blush creep into their cheeks. It wasn't as adorable now, only aching. "A night terror. I'm really sorry. I get them sometimes." They mumbled, tears beginning to glitter at the corners of their eyes.

He lifted his hand slowly and used this thumb to wipe at a tear the second it dared to escape down their cheek. "Can you tell me about it?" His brows furrowed. He knew what night terrors were, but he hadn't experienced them himself; what dream could induce that much fear? He needed to know.

"I didn't want you to know about it." Their voice was so small that Tyki could literally feel his heart crack then, the splinters digging brutally into his chest. "I'm ashamed of it." Tyki began to run a hand through the tresses of the other’s hair, staying quiet so that they could tell their story.

They launched into a tale of sorrow, fear, and emptiness. They had experienced something so traumatic that Tyki wondered how anybody could have survived it.

But they had survived it. What was there to be ashamed of? What had happened to them wasn't fair and while he understood that human cruelty often did reach the depths of total depravity, and for that matter, had often reveled in it with his Noah brethren. It struck him as vile and made his hands tremble in anger at the thought of somebody treating them like that. But even with a few chips and bruises and lingering cuts that wouldn't heal, they had survived.

As Tyki held onto them, he wondered, did they know how strong they were? He wished it hadn't happened, but he was damned proud of them. They were a fighter. And if he understood human fragility well enough, he knew that these episodes of fear would happen again. But he would be ready for them. He would remain the ever quiet fire to guide them while they tried to dig and claw themselves free from the absolute darkness that buried itself deep within their heart.

And if he ever found those who had hurt his love like this, he would kill them as slowly and cruelly as he could, a thought he kept to himself, for now.

Lenalee

You know she has a list that’s organized by section

Buys a good balance of necessities as well as treats

Has a few different coupons

Has her own reusable bags

Lavi

Disorganized as FRICK like he is zooming from one end of the store to the other and back about eighty times

Lists??? No thanks. He just grabs things as he thinks of them

He tries to remember to get the eggs and the milk and the bread but he gets distracted by the bakery and pre-made sections

Kanda

He’s in and out

But that’s because he just goes straight to the Asian section and knocks their stock of soba noodles into his cart and then he’s done

He’s really impatient waiting in line

But he won’t use the self-check out because he did once and the machine confused him and he got kicked out for hitting it when it kept saying “Remove Item From Bagging Area” when nothing was fucking there

Allen

He’s just as disorganized as Lavi

Except he has zero concept of necessities like if it looks good, he’s getting it and it won’t occur to him that he was supposed to grab milk bc they’re all out

He has eighty billion coupons

Our typically laid-back, carefree, goofy Bookman successor does not like seeing his princess down

Like, just seeing the sadness buried in her eyes is enough to make his chest ache

He’s extremely affectionate and touchy-feely on a normal day. But when you’re upset? He’ll die before taking his hands off of you. Constant forehead/top-of-the-head kisses, hugs, snuggles, rubbing soothing circles on your back, ect

He’ll kiss you even more than usual, which is like, A LOT

If his s/o is a crier, he’d be quiet and soothing and let her let it all out, though it would be hard for him since he can’t stand the sight of her crying

When she finished crying, he’d gently ask her what was the matter - talk to me, princess, what’s going on? - he’d be an excellent listener

When you’re done talking, he’ll try being playful, hoping to make you feel better - he’ll be extra goofy, he’ll tickle you, anything to see you smile and to hear your laugh

Basically, he hates to see her sad. It breaks his heart. He’ll be doting and supportive and then he’ll be the light to guide you out of the darkness