Allen & Lavi;

"never alone" - fanart

2008-07-17T09:22:56Z

I bring some Lavi x Allen Fanart, very very light shonen-ai (if you even want to call it shonen-ai in that case) ^^

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Hope you like it!

(X-posted, sorry for spamming some Flists ^^)

Hardly important notice

2008-07-16T10:15:43Z

I sincerely apologize for the delay in putting up a new layout, you guys. I swear, I have to be really impaired to have this much trouble making a colour scheme fit with the lovely new banner without destroying your eyes.

- Your mod.

Selling D.Gray-man Doujinshi & Pins!

2008-07-11T09:37:43Z

Hi! I'm selling the doujinshi me and my friend made plus the pins I designed! For further infos, please click the link to my LJ below! Very low priced items~!! XD

P.S. This is not really a LavixAllen, but the story revolves around those 2, and there's a separate fan fiction featuring Kanda as well. Please take a look. :-)

kairei_chan

Fic: The Fox, The Bird, And The Frog

2008-07-10T06:19:59Z

Title: The Fox, The Bird And The Frog
Author: It's not like it matters anyway.
Rating: Fuck if I know.
Summary: Fou burst out laughing. "You're caught," she breathed out between laughs, "in a gay love triangle," snickering, "With Komui Lee and Cross Marian!?" She descended into another fit of laughter, sobbing with mirth and pounding her fists into the desk. Cross/Komui/Bak, Lavi/Allen and shameless Link abuse.

It was right after the Ark Incident, as it was currently being referred. The officials of The Black Order from all over the world were being called, though only a few had shown up so far.

Though he was technically probably the farthest from their chosen meeting place, Bak Chang, thanks to the Ark, was the first to arrive,

As it was, thier was still a fairly relaxed atmosphere, though they all knew that wouldn't last long- soon enough, the tension would be too thick to breathe.

Bak assumed that this was why Komui had chosen now to seduce him.

Which, really, wasn't so bad. Until about three days after the... Initial, uh, incident, when Bak overheard something that made things a lot more complicated.

"Come on, Komui," Cross Marian's voice could be heard saying, drifting in from the next room. "It's been so long since I've been back. You aren't even gonna welcome me home?"

It was, predictably enough, Komui's voice that replied. "Oh, but I did already. Or do you not remember me saying 'Welcome back, General; I believe you have about four years of paperwork to catch up on.'"

"That's not quite the kind of welcome I was hoping for."

"Well, I'm afraid you won't be getting any other kind from me, Cross."

"Now, now, babe. Don't be so cold. I haven't gotten a chance to touch you in so long, you're not really gonna make me wait any longer, are you?"

"I am, actually. You can find someone else, General- or did you seriously think I wouldn't move on when the entirety of the Order assumed you for dead?"

"I allways come back. And so do you. You can't resist me forever."

The sound of a soft slap, probably from a hand being batted away. "Watch me."

The conversation apparently ended with that, as the next thing Bak heard consisted of footsteps leading away and a door slamming.

And it was at this point that everything he had overheard actually registered, and Bak realized that he was caught in a love triangle. With Cross Marian at the opposing end.

"Oh, fuck me."

He wanted to talk about this. He wanted to tell someone, and then ask them what the hell he should do. Because Bak didn't have to know Cross well to see that the last place he wanted to be was between Cross Marian and what he wants.

But who the HELL was there to talk to about this with?!

Bak sighed, because in the end, he realized that he'd end up talking to the same person he always does when he help.

"What's up, Baka-Bak?"

"I think I'm in trouble, Fou."

"What'd you this time?" She asked wryly, propping her feet up on his desk.

He sighed. "As always, your faith in me is less than inspiring. But I suppose it's well deserved this time- I think I'm caught in a love triangle."

She looked incredulous, to say the least. "You mean to tell me there's actually more than one person who's interested in you?"

"No. No there isn't."

"Oh. That makes a bit more sense. Though I have to admit, I'm still a little shocked that you've got anyone who likes you."

"Honestly, so am I. But aside from that, this situation? I'm pretty sure it goes way beyond 'This won't end well.'"

"Why's that?"

"Cross Marian's on the other end of it."

"...How the hell did that happen?"

"I don't know! I don't know how ANY of this happened! I had never..." Bak buried his face in his hands. "What the hell."

Fou, for her part, looked terribly amused. "So, who's in the middle then?"

Bak mumbled reluctantly into his hands, "...Komui."

She burst out laughing. "You're caught," she breathed out between laughs, "in a gay love triangle," snickering, "With Komui Lee and Cross Marian!?" She descended into another fit of laughter, sobbing with mirth and pounding her fists into the desk.

"Are you quite done yet?"

She toned it down into giggles, "Yeah, yeah." She snorted. "No!"And once again, laughter overtook her, and she fell onto the floor clutching her sides.

"I'm serious! Once Cross finds out that Komui's been blowing him off because he's been with me..."

"You're thinking he'llhunt you down and, ah, cut down the competition?"

"Oh,god. I feel like a frog hiding under a bush, just waiting for the fox to sniff me out and eat me."

Fou thought for a moment. "Yeah, that's pretty much the situation."

Bak groaned into his hands, and Fou patted him on the back. "It'll be okay." She said sympathetically. An idea hit, though- "Well, I may not be able to help, but there's always someone else you could ask..."

He looked up from his hands hopefully. "You think there's really someone who can help me?"

Fou smirked. "Well, just think about it. You're trying not to get killed by Cross, right? Meaning it's safe to say that you're ultimate problem lies with him."

"Yeah, I guess so."

"Well then, who better to ask for help than the person who no doubt knows him best?"

Bak's eyes widened. "You can't be serious."

"Do you have any better ideas?"

Allen Walker was quite startled when Bak Chang came to him with a question.

"Walker," he had begun, "I need your advise on something."

He was surprised, sure, but not enough not to help out a friend who was, apparently, in need. "Sure, Bak-san. What is it?"

Bak looked slightly embarrassed, averting his gaze from Allen with a blush. "Well, uh... How should I put this... Okay." He turned his eyes back to Allen resolutely, "There's a fox, a bird, and a frog, and-"

"What kind of bird?"

"Huh? It doesn't matter! A pigeon, or duck or something."

"It does matter, though. Foxes eat those."

"Oh. Well, then, what wouldn't a fox eat? A hawk, maybe?"

"Hawks eat frogs."

"Er, then a crow."

"I think foxes eat those. And they probably eat frogs, too."

"Then a toucan."

Allen looked thoughtful for a moment. "But I don't think you can find a fox and a toucan in the same place in nature..."

"It doesn't matter what kind of bird it is! The point is, the fox and the bird used to be lovers, but then the fox left and the bird decided it would be better off without the fox anyway. So the bird then chose to pursue the frog, and succeeded. However, the fox came back and wants the bird all to itself, even though the bird doesn't want to go back to the fox. Now, the fox doesn't know about the frog, but that won't last forever. Now, my question is, what can the frog do to avoid being eaten by the fox?"

Allen blinked in surprise. "That was... Surprisingly easy to understand, considering how complex you made it. But I guess... Well, if the frog really cares for the bird, it should confront the fox. But if it's really more of a fling, then the frog should just run away. Telling the bird he's leaving first, of course." Allen quirked his head at Bak."But what I don't get is, why are you asking me this?"

"Because you're the fox's pupil."

"Oh. In that case, it doesn't matter how far the frog runs, because the fox is gonna bite it's fucking head off."

Bak deflated visibly. "That's what I thought."

Allen eyes Bak curiously. "But what kind of bird could possibly get in between you and that dirty fox, anyway?" He thought for a moment. "Ah, Of course.It must be Komui-san."

"Eh?! How did you-?"

"This little doggy spent a lot of time around that fox. He's surprisingly easy to read, once you figure out how."

"'Little doggy' indeed. You may be a cute little puppy now, but before long you'll be big, and getting entered into dog fights and having your ears clipped so they don't get bitten off by the other dogs."

"Uh,okay. Say, if I'm a dog, and you're a toad, and Komui-san is a bird, what would that make Linalee?"

"A mouse. A cute little innocent field mouse. Mice and frogs can be friends,right?"

"Well, they certainly don't eat each other, if that's what you mean. Although that little field mouse isn't so innocent as to not bite your fingers off,I'd say. What about Fou?"

"A cat." Bak stated bitterly. "She may not ever eat the frog, but she'll sure as hell have fun batting him around."

"Fou as a cat? I don't know, I'd say a cat fits Kanda better. One of those anti-social house-cats who only stay because you feed them and claws you whenever you try to pet them."

"You're really having fun with this metaphor, aren't you?"

"Lavi's a rabbit. I'm not sure why, but he definitely is. And Bookman's one of those really old turtles, and Krory's a bat, and Miranda is a fish."

"Don't dogs hunt rabbits?"

Allen's expression glazed over. "Oh, I'd definitely sink my teeth into that little bunny." He said, licking his lips with a decidedly disturbing smirk.

"Uh... Right... Wait a minute! Cats hunt mice! They hunt mice and they eat them!"

"If it's Kanda you're worried about, I'm not to sure you have to. Domesticated animals lose theirinstincts and forget how to hunt, after all. And besides," he added almost slyly, "If this doggy's got any kind of nose on him, I'd wager that there's a cat who only goes after other toms, if you know what I mean."

"...Huh?"

"It's called a gaydar, Bak-san. And besides, I've seen that sweater." Allen turned to walk away from Bak, "And speaking on the subject, I think I'll do some rabbit hunting. Good luck with not being eaten."

Bak watched him go and could only think that not only had this conversation been disturbing on a number of levels, it had also been entirely unhelpful.

It was barely a full day later when Allen next saw Bak, looking as skittish as anyone Allen's ever seen.

Deciding to see how things with his little triangle were going, Allen approached Bak from behind, placing a hand on his shoulder.

"EEYAAH!"Bak screetched, turning around sharply to face his attacker, only to find a wide-eyed Allen Walker.

"Uh, hi, Bak-san. I'd ask how things were going with the fox, but I think you've made that kind of obvious."

Bak, looking abashed, greeted Allen. "Uh, yeah. Good evening to you too, Walker."

"Have you even tried talking to Komui-san?"

"...No. I've been, um, avoiding him."

There was an awkward silence.

"How's the rabbit hunting?"

Allen's expression glazed over again, "Oh, he's still skittish. Runs away whenever he hears me coming. I'll get him yet, though."

"...How goes it in non-metaphorical terms?"

"Whenever my flirting starts crossing over into blatant propositioning, he changes the subject or finds an excuse to wander off."

"...I am amazed at how apt this metaphor is turning out to be considering the fact that we sort of pulled it out of our asses."

"Yes, it is rather impressive, isn't it?" Allen furrowed his brows at Bak,"But aside from that, you can't just keep running and hiding forever."

"I'd like to think I can, actually. After this meeting, I'll be going back to China, where I'll be a continent away from this mess."

"You... Forgot about the Ark, didn't you?"

"Damn it. Damn it all to hell."

It was at this point that Allen decided that this was kind of pathetic, and if he didn't stir things up a bit, the pot would boil over.

Hey, that was a pretty good metaphor, too, huh?

It didn't take long to find Cross. Just look for the room with the biggest liquor cabinet, and the rest will take care of itself.

Cross Marian was sitting in a plush chair, swirling the wine glass in his hands pensively.

"You know, Shisou," Allen began, catching his master's attention, "If you're having trouble, you might consider the possibility that perhaps the reason your precious little bird won't let you back into the nest is because there's someone new occupying it."

Cross looked at his student in contemplation. "You might not be so dumb after all. Seems like I'll have to start sniffing around for a rat," he grinned.

Allen felt a little bad for stirring up trouble like this, but comforted himself with the knowledge that in the end, everything would work out. Probably.

It was a few more days before Allen would see the results of his meddling. It took that long for Cross to put together the pieces of the puzzle the scientists gave him, leading him to the rat usurping his nesting grounds.

Bak, however, had foreseen such an occurrence, and thusly was sure to stay under the radar.

Though it was going well in general, at one point Bak could have sworn he heard Cross. Panicking, he ducked into the nearest room, closing the door behind him quickly.

He waited in anticipation for a few moments, and once he heard footsteps passing the door, let himself relax, letting out a relieved sight.

And then he noticed who else was in the room.

That being a very displeased Allen walker, sitting on a desk with a knee wedged between the legs of a mildly surprised Lavi, who was standing over the younger with one hand planted on his waist and another on his shoulder.

"...Oh. Uh, hi, Walker. I take it the rabbit hunting went well?"

Allen's eyes narrowed. "Gloriously. Do you mind? I'm kind of in the middle of something."

"I noticed." Bak glanced at the door nervously. "I can't really...Uh, go out into that hallway again for a few minutes, though."

"Fox-dodging?"

"Indeed."

Allen sighed. "If I wasn't fairly certain it would be putting your life in danger, I'd throw you out of here physically." He looked remorseful "And it took so long to ditch Link, too."

Something about those words made Bak pause to think. "Link...Of course! You're not allowed to get near Cross right now! If I just stay close to you, there's no way he can kill me!"

"Like Hell you will! I've already got that two-spotted lizard stuck to my back, I don't need a little toad following me around, too!"

"Walker, he'll kill me! He found out about me from the scientists, and you were right! He's out for blood! MY blood!"

"Well, that's not my problem!"

"My God, Walker. You're usually a bit more... agreeable than this."

"Yeah, well I'm typically not being interrupted in the middle of something I've worked very hard for."

"Actually," Lavi voiced, speaking for the first time since Bak had entered. "He's like this around Kanda, too. They get on about as well as-"

"Cats and dogs?"

"I was going to say oil and water, but that works too, I guess." He looked at Allen again "I assume you're like this with Cross too, with the way you talk about him, but I've never seen for myself."

"Right. Well, I'm glad I've only been on your good side up to this point."

"Well, you won't be for long if you don't GET OUT."

Anything that might have been said next was cut off by the small yelp Allen made when Lavi decided that now would be a good time to attack Allen's neck with his mouth.

"L-Lavi! What are you doing?"

Detaching himself, Lavi casually replied "Well, it seemed like the conversation was over, so I figured I'd pick up where we left off."

Bak shifted awkwardly, and Allen waved his hand dismissively in his direction. "Shoo. Go, shoo."

"...Right. I'll be off then."

Outside, he ran into, of all people, Howard Link, sitting by the door with his nose in a book. He looked up when he heard Bak."Are they done yet?"

Bak shook his head. "No, they pretty much just started up when I left. Really, why I left..."

"I see." Link went back to his book.

"Say, shouldn't you be..."

"Technically, but... Exorcist, secret Noah, or whatever else he might be, I have realized that in the end, Allen Walker is still a teenage boy. And right now, all he wants is to make out with his boyfriend in privacy. Well, and I really just dont' wanna see that."

Bak nodded. "Yeah, my presence didn't really seem to deter them much..."

Link returned to his book. "I'll give 'em ten minutes."

In the end, it was once again Allen who instigated the next phase. Getting sick of the pathetic sight of Bak's skulking and Cross' stalking, he decided that he really wanted to put an end to this.

And so, when he saw Komui pull Bak oh-so-inconspicuosly into one of the unused labs, he knew exactly what to do.

"Come on, Link. We've got an errand to run."

When they reached their destination, Link tried to protest. Allen Walker and Cross Marian were under no circumstances to contact one another- okay, you're not even listening, are you? But really, it doesn't matter if you're only relaying a message like you claim, you seriously aren't- No, it seems you are. You really like seeing me suffer, don't you? I have to report this know, you little bastard. That's a lot of paperwork.

Allen had, by now, gotten very good at ignoring Link entirely. "Shisou! Lab Five!"

Cross perked up at his student's announcement. He put down his wine, grabbed his gun and charged out of the room with a devilish grin.

Link paled, realizing what Allen had just done. "You-you're evil!"

Looking offended, Allen retorted "I am not! I'm doing everyone a great service by ending this charade! It dragging out any longer wouldn't have benefited anyone."

Link seemed stunned, and didn't say anything.

Allen smirked. "Wanna watch?"

When Allen and Link got to Lab Five, Cross had already arrived. With his gun. Its presence did not go unnoticed.

"Dammit, Cross!" Komui shouted, standing in front of Bak defensively, "Just put the gun away and leave us alone!"

"I don't think so, babe. We're settling this tonight."

At that point, Bak noticed Allen's newly added presence. "Walker! Save me!"

"Um," Allen scratched the back of his head, "Actually, I just came to watch."

"What?! You- TRAITOR!"

"Hey!... Well, yeah."

"But why?!"

"Well, you've kind of been acting like a bitch lately."

"EH?! Is this some kind of revenge for interrupting you?"

"...Only a little."

"Enough!" Cross demanded, cocking Judgement.

"Oh, crap."

"We've got to stop- Oh, to hell with it."

"FOR GOD'S SAKE, HELP!"

It took five missed shots for Allen to decide this might not of been the best idea. Well, more accurately, it took one missed shot, two 'Fuck I'm Bleeding' scrapes, one 'Why The Hell Are You Aiming Over Here?' and a 'If That Giant Crucifix Hadn't Been There, I'd Be Dead.' Either way, this was when Allen realized that yes, the issue would resolve itself like he'd hoped, but that resolution would kind of kill Bak-san. And possibly Link if there were any strays like that last one.

"Ah, hell." Allen muttered. He approached Cross, so that his master might hear him over the ringing boom of gunshots.

"Uh, Shisou, Komui-san doesn't really seem to like the idea of you... You know, murdering Bak-san."

"He'll get over it."

"Yes, I believe you're right, but... It's not exactly the best way to charm him, you know?" He lowered his voice, so that only Cross would hear his next words. "You know,I've been talking to Bak-san, and it seems like things aren't really going that well with Komui-san. Chances are, the relationship won't last long even without your interference. But,if you do kill the pest, Komui-san probably won't ever forgive you... So it's either be patient and wait for the nest to empty, or lose your place in it for good."

After Allen was done speaking, there was silence. When Cross didn't start firing after Allen's speech, the others waited in anticipation to see if Allen's words,whatever they may have been, had worked, or if the General would just start shooting again.

"...Sadly enough, you might actually be right for once. My jealousy seems to have clouded my judgement." Cross put away his gun, and the author fails to come up with a joke regarding his statement's relation to the name of his innocence. She gives up and tries to finish the fic.

"I'll leave things be for now," Cross said as he headed for the door,"but I won't give up on you, Komui. I'll be back, my little bird. You remember that."

When Cross was out of sight, Bak practically passed out from relief. Link didn't.

"You know what? Fuck it. I'm just not gonna report this. Do you know how much paperwork would be involved in explaining that a General went berserk and tried to kill one of the Branch heads? Astronomical amounts. To hell with it, I am walking out of this room and pretending none of this ever happened."

"Brilliant. I agree completely." Allen said, nodding. "Now if you'll excuse me, I'm going to go see a man about a rabbit."

"Rabbit? Oh, Jesus, do you really have to? You two just made out like, an hour ago!"

Allen, predictably, ignored him, whistling merrily as he dragged Link off to find Lavi.

And with that, the room was cleared of intruders. Komui looked at Bak, and smiled.

"Now then, where were we?"

END. FINALLY.

FANFIC: "Canta Libre" part one

2008-07-08T03:40:35Z

Title: "Canta Libre"
Series: D.Gray-man
Type: Sequel to "Life Becoming"
Genre: Drama/Romance/Action
Pairings: Lavi/Allen
Rating: Teen (some coarse language, shounen-ai romance, crude jokes, and some action).
Setting: Fifteen years after the start of the canon story
Summary: Against Allen's better judgment, he and Lavi begin to train their kids to become Exorcists. Meanwhile, the Earl sets into motion an attempt to destroy the children, in an attempt to bring Allen to his knees.
Warnings: Some language, potential spoilers, some crude and bad jokes, and some failing at attempting to write action.
Status: in production</p>

Part One: Resonance

As always, two flavors, only difference is formatting.

LJ flavor

FF.net flavor

(x-posted all over the place, sorry :x)

allen_rabi @ 2008-07-07T00:12:00

2008-07-06T16:04:15Z

Title:The Path He Chooses to Walk(http://www.fanfiction.net/s/3976276/13/The_Path_He_Chooses_to_Walk)

Summary:My version of what happens after the Ark incident. Allen begins to realize who he really is and is left with difficult choices to make. To stay with Order or to go to is real family? It’s not helping him at all when people starts having feelings towards him that are more than friendship.

Pairings:Allen/Everybody

Rating:PG-13

Chapter 13:One back,One new

[fic] Memories

2008-07-06T07:47:41Z

Rated: Safe for all ages

Memories:
Even when an hourglass is broken, sand runs enslaved to gravity.

I has a Moodtheme! ._.

2008-07-03T10:09:05Z

Okay, so I mentioned a few days ago that I had this in the making. And, well, here it is.

It's a Lavi-centric moodtheme with a handful of Lavi+Allen and at least one each of Lavi+Krory, Lavi+Bookman, and Lavi+Kanda (Like I could leave the crack hair-braiding alone! ._.) There may also be one of Lavi+Deak, but I can't remember if I used it or not, and I'm too lazy to check. It's 132 unique moods - no duplicates!

Anyway, most of the screencaps were taken by yours truly. Caps of episodes earlier than like 55 or so, I ganked from a few different places (a few of them off LJ), but there aren't too many of those.

The icons are 150 x 75, so they're a bit big. If you want it smaller...do it yourself. I can't be bothered to resize 132 images a second time. If you want a preview, just take a look at my journal. I'm rather too done with this to be bothered to make a preview slide.

Please credit! This ended up being more of a pain to make than I anticipated...but half of that was my fault...

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If the link dies or you'd prefer another upload site, please tell me =]

x-posted, sorry for spammage!

Ooh, boy. Fic.

2008-07-03T07:14:05Z

Title: Wager
Pairing: Lavi/Allen
Rating: Light... R... ish? (Mentions of nudity, implications of sex)
Summary: “Care for a game?”
Notes: I'm. Really bad at titles. And I started this on August 29th, 2007. And just finished. At. Like. 3 in the morning. Apologies for any errors I might have made, especially in the latter half. XD; Anyway, er, if anyone's confused by the setting -- this takes place about a year before the start of DGM, and sorta pretends that it can fit in canon, but only ever just pretends.
Words: 1936

It was a normal night. At least, it started out as a normal night, as far as Allen Walker could tell. He was used to days such as these, now. A new town; he worked the day away for a measly couple of bills before going to a pub at night, doubling, tripling, quadrupling his wages, until he had so much that a part of his mind dared to hope that he might finally appease his master for once.

That part of his mind always came out disappointed, of course, and tonight was no exception. He would have been rather surprised if it was, really, and may even have been tempted to demand whom the redhead was and what he did to Cross Marian. Keyword being “may”; Allen thought he might quite prefer that.

Still, the night proceeded as every night before it, a routine the tradition now of three years. The presentation of money. The “Earn more next time!” The women, and the alcohol, and, money, what money?

There went the efforts of one whole day.

Allen cringed as he watched his master leave, a woman on each arm, a bottle in hand, cash flowing like water.

The efforts of a day.

…He was too used to it to complain.

When his master was out of sight, Allen let out a sigh of relief, a breath that he hadn’t realized he had been holding. There was a wave of noise that left with Cross Marian, the demands of creditors and the cooing of women. The pub seemed lonely and empty now, its squalid tables and mismatched chairs interspersed here and there with people, huddled close together and talking in hushed tones. A few heads turned his way, and more than one brow arched in curiosity, but people in these kinds of places learned that curiosity really did kill the cat, and did not question him.

Allen was as used to the stares as he was his master’s spending habits; he did not mind. What he did mind, however, was the way people pointedly ignored the deck of cards set before him. It wasn’t his fault they were tricked so easily. Really.

The clink of glass against wood interrupted Allen’s thoughts: a goblet of wine, the deep red of blood, and of his deformed left arm. Allen gave the waitress a questioning look, one that she returned with a shrug and a tilt of her head, pointing out a lone occupant of a table across the room. Seeing his gaze, the stranger grinned and waved, and Allen couldn’t help but wave back, though he was no less confused than before.

It didn’t occur to Allen that he was perhaps a little too young to have alcohol until after the first sip. It had seemed so natural. The stranger poured himself a cup, lifted it for a toast; and Allen followed suit, toasting and drinking and—

Then came the burning liquid down his throat, and he nearly sputtered. At the sight, the stranger laughed and sauntered over, cup in hand, the friendly grin still set on his face.

The stranger was young, Allen could tell, only a few years older than him. There was a shock of red hair – Allen was reminded for a second of his master, and quickly pushed the thought away – and one brilliant green eye, the other concealed by an eye patch. Allen felt his own interest pique. There were veterans aplenty with injuries as bad or worse, but none this young, and none this cheerful.

“Yo, Blanc!” Feeling that that was all the greeting he needed, the stranger slid into the seat across from Allen’s, the grin never leaving his face. He eyed the deck of cards, untouched for over an hour now. “Care for a game?”

…Finally.

Allen smiled, an open expression of wide eyes and gently curved lips. His hands glided over the cards in a near-caress, the smooth shuffle betraying his skill. No one had ever caught it, before, nor the tiny hint of an all-too-confident eagerness in his “I’d love to!”

“A pro, eh?” The stranger’s grin shifted a touch, one corner of his lips quirking up into a smirk. Idly, his hand snaked across the table, fingers curling under Allen’s wineglass, lifting it to his lips. He took a slow, long draught, single eye half-closed as he watched the younger boy, gauging his skill.

“Ah, you must be mistaken!” And there was that smile again, sweet and beguiling, and who wouldn’t want to believe him?

It won a laugh, at least. Believe, then; the redhead wasn’t entirely opposed.

Tossing a coin, quick, nimble fingers snatched it out of the air again, made it dance over knuckles before it disappeared. A question came with it; of course, “What’s your wager?”

Expected, and troublesome. That was the problem, of course. There was nothing left to bet; Allen’s master had taken it all. All the money, at least.

But Allen wasn’t one to turn down a game.

“What would you like, Red?” Not that it mattered, really. Allen didn’t intend to lose, didn’t think it’d be possible to lose. He had a perfect record, after all.

“How about we grab that,” the stranger tilted his head; Allen followed his gaze to the table he had vacated, a bottle sitting there still half full, “and go to my room? We can figure out how much you’re wearing from there, yeah?”

And that was different, at least, a game for the sake of a game, victory or humiliation and something else.

Of course, Allen wouldn’t lose.

“Please be gentle.” Another smile; it was as much of an agreement as anything. “I’m an unlucky boy.”

Laughing, the stranger stood, and Allen followed suit, deck in hand; to the other table, to the stairs, and up to a room that mirrored his own. Mirrored, and more, and less – echoed. The beds were in the same place, each in one corner and the other, a small corridor between them. There were two matching suitcases, small, compact, sparse shirts and pants far less extravagant than Allen’s master’s. There lay a coat draped over the bed, black, and the stranger quickly flipped it over before Allen could examine the flash of silver he caught, glinting over the coat’s left breast.

It didn’t matter, not really, when the stranger cleared a space on the floor, and Allen laid down the cards.

And so—

“Call!”

With a snort and a sigh, the redhead handed over his pants, sitting there in his boxers and eye patch and nothing else, looking bemused and more than a little amused. And here, he thought he’d be able to see through it at once. “Thought you said you were unlucky?”

“Ah, it must be a fluke!” It must be the tenth fluke in a row, now, or almost, and they both knew it to be a lie, and played it like the truth. “Would you like to try another hand?”

The stranger took another swig from his bottle, grinning and licking garnet-red droplets from his lips as he passed it back, and Allen tipped it towards his mouth despite himself, a fiery trickle washing over his tongue and down his throat. It made him lightheaded, but then, he knew it would.

But he would not lose.

“Yeah? What do I get if I win?”

“Ah?” The smile was a little less steady this time, and yet still disarming like magic. “I thought we were betting our clothes?”

And maybe the better question, the redhead knew, was what he might get if he lost. A paradox there, too: he couldn’t afford to lose.

“Just one more round, yeah?” he heard himself say. Charmed, charmed, and charmed thrice over. He still had a couple of articles of clothing left, anyway.

Allen merely flashed another smile, and dealt his cards with the devil’s own skill. And when he said, “Call”, the stranger barely glanced at their hands before dropping his boxers and tossing them into the pile that contained all the rest of his clothes.

There was a small intake of breath as Allen gaped. Whatever he had expected – and he couldn’t say what, – it was not this. A refusal, maybe; some reluctance, at the very least; the eye patch, even. But secrets, he supposed, could not be forgotten even like this.

The stranger grinned. “Like it?”

“Y-yes.” It was all Allen could do to push down his blush, a fiery flush rivaling the stranger’s hair threatening to spill across his cheeks. But, then, this wasn’t so different from normal, not really, and a victory was a victory. And resolutely came the, “I win.”

It was the redhead’s turn to look surprised, but he laughed it off, lounging back, seemingly nonplussed in his state of undress. “Yep. And what would you like,” an echo of Allen’s earlier question, as the younger teen began to push the pile of clothes back towards him, “Mr. Winner? Can’t have you leave without a prize, yeah?”

“Hmm, there are a few things I can think of.” Allen smirked, maybe too easily affected by the mood, by the cheer and the drink and the sight of the redhead before him, beautiful with laughing eyes and smiling lips.

“Yeah?” The stranger leaned closer, his grin widening. Too young, he knew; they were both too young, and neither knew the other beyond the hour of their game. But with a head clouded by wine, he didn’t quite care at the moment.

Wouldn’t, at least, if not for the commotion downstairs, shaking both of them out of their revelry.

For a moment, Allen froze. There was a voice he knew, and surrounding sounds that he had learned to recognize. Women cooing, men shouting, and a drawl that seemed unaffected by anything around it… Whatever he may have asked for would have to wait.

“I, ah, I have to go.” Eyes wide, he rushed towards the door, grabbing his cards on the way and ignoring the startled “Eh?” from the stranger. And maybe he dropped one, a Cinderella slipper of a painted ace.

“Hey, wait—”

But Allen was already halfway down the stairs, straightening his clothes and smoothing down his hair, making himself look presentable for his master and, more importantly, his master’s women; Cross would never forgive him if he looked anything less than what a perfect apprentice should.

The redhead could only watch, light amusement on his lips.

Well. He would not forget. He did not forget.

“So, Blanc,” and Lavi asked, a year later, after another card game on a train, “ever gonna collect that prize of yours?”

There was a rare nickname, there, amongst all the “Destroyer of Time” and “Master Exorcist” and “Beansprout” and “Mr. Walker”, when Allen claimed he wasn’t any of those. He did not have a Bookman’s memory, could not place it immediately, but, then, he didn’t quite forget either.

“E-eh?” There was no wine this time to dull his embarrassment, and he had sworn off alcohol anyway, but it felt as if he could get drunk on Lavi’s laughter, like that. “But Krory could come back at any time!”

Excuses, excuses, Allen knew, and Lavi knew.

“He’ll probably be gone for another hour.” The redhead moved closer, all grins just the way Allen remembered him, but different, and maybe a little more real. “He probably didn’ finish explorin’ the train yet before that bum got a hold of him, yeah?”

“But…”

“Well, if you don’t want it…”

And the prize dangled, tempting, and Allen threw down his answer like a challenge. “Fine! I’ll take it, Red.”

Fic: The Things We Hate

2008-07-01T19:54:50Z

Title: The Things We Hate
Author: kay_willow
Rating: light R?

Summary: It's all over. It's all supposed to be over. But for some of them, it will never be over. And Allen didn't think he'd be one of them.

Warnings: Post-canon scattered vaguely darkfic. Features paranoia paranoia everyone's coming to get me, the almost-strangling of a small boy, implications of *gasp* HET, and mildly-explicit Lavi/Allen sex.

.the things we hate.
( (but just because they were human yesterday didn't mean they were human today) )

FANFIC: "Life Becoming"

2008-06-30T04:09:22Z

WOW at long last, I finally finished this story! Good grief. It took way too long to write, for reasons I ain't gonna go into. Suffice to say, though, that I think it's as good as it's going to get.

For those who are kinda new to the fandom, I'm Joanne Blessing, aka sirbartonslady, aka SBL, and I write long-winded fanfics of Allen and Lavi. This particular story is the seventh in a series that started out way back when with a story called "Lost Reason". If you're just coming into this series, I do recommend that you read the previous stories just to get the references, but of course it's not necessary. Both links provided below point to places that have links within them to get you to more stories, if you're interested.

And now, without further ado or self-pimpage. *ahem* ...

Title: "Life Becoming"
Series: D.Gray-man
Type: Sequel to "My Little Lovely"
Genre: Drama/Romance/Action
Pairings: Krory/Miranda, Lavi/Allen
Rating: Teen (some coarse language, shounen-ai romance, crude jokes, and some rather crazy descriptions of childbirth).
Setting: Ten years after the start of the canon story
Summary: While Krory and Miranda prepare for the birth of their child, Allen worries about Lavi, who has been showing signs of systemic distress after a debilitating injury months before. In the midst of everything, some of the Noah have decided to pay the Order a long-overdue visit...
Warnings: Some language, potential spoilers, some crude and bad jokes, and some extensive blood in play.
Status: complete

As always, two flavors, with the only difference being formatting. The LJ version was forcibly split into two posts because of LJ's phailtastic limit on post size. However, the pieces are linked so you can navigate them.

Fanfiction.net flavor
Livejournal flavor

Fanservice cosplay pic!

2008-06-29T06:44:36Z

Here's just a few of the many lovely ~~and cracktastic~~ pics taken at AnimeNEXT last weekend. ♥

Lavi (brightdreamer) feeds Allen (arivess) mitarashi dango

Allen (zippyz) and Kanda (finding_dawn) take a nap on Lavi (brightdreamer)

Smooootch! (Lavi - brightdreamer, Allen - zippyz)

Feel free to check out the rest of the gallery for more crack! XD

MISSION: Fanfic <3

2008-06-29T01:50:29Z

This is the first chapter to a fanfic I've been working on recently.
It is currently in its beginning stages however later on I hope it can become something much much more~

TITLE: MISSION: Love Carnival
PAIRING: Lavi x Allen
SET WHERE: Canon - in series (possibly during those grand filler episodes in the anime or something)

SUMMARY: Allen and Lavi begin on a mission together, written from the point of view of Lavi and what's going on in his head...story just starting out, this is only chapter one...

RATING: PG (for now)
SPOILERS?: Nothing as of yet, some slight Reverse references towards the end

Bookman.
One who records the chronicles of time.
An ancient secret lineage passed down from generation to generation for countless centuries. They are the eyes and ears of the Earth itself, documenting the histories, philosophies, archives, and memories of times much better left forgotten. They are the living proof that time happened, that events occurred, that wars were won, crowns were gained, and warriors fell.

They are history.

I am the successor to the current Bookman.

My life in a nutshell is in fact a string of lies. Appearing from the shadows, dousing other people's lives like a cold rain with my presence and then vanishing completely.

A silent phantom born to observe and record, no other purpose do I serve. With a false name and a false life, I travel the world following histories, legends, wars, and conspiracies.

My name is Lavi and for the past two years I have been working beside the Black Order fighting in a war that has continued on for centuries against the Millennium Earl. Technically, it's not my job to fight. I'm a temporary playing piece on this chess board, and soon I will move on donning a new alias and a new life.

You see, a Bookman is not supposed to become involved in their subject. It is their duty to merely stand idly by and record time. Nothing more.

At a young age the child who is meant to inherit the Bookman name is taught to discard his heart and disregard his emotions. It's because of this that with ease I can talk about this war.

For countless years I have seen tragedies.
For countless years I have glimpsed the dark side of human nature.
For countless years I have stood by emotionless.
In those years I developed a cold exterior and trapped my inner self inside.
In those years I didn't care.
In those years nothing was important to me.

In those years...I didn't have /him./

~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~

Three...two...one.
I hastily ducked my head as a heavy drenched black coat was lunged at me from a disgruntled fifteen-year-old.
Allen Walker was dripping wet and irritable, a combination that I quickly learned, didn't mesh. Shaking his wrists, the white-haired boy flung water droplets from his fingertips as he reached up to unbutton his soaked vest. He ranted all the while.

“I can't believe you, Lavi! Why couldn't we just be like normal people and take the train, hm? Didn't I tell you traveling by your stupid hammer was a bad idea!” he grumbled as he rung out the vest, twisting the black fabric in his hands.

“Heh heh...” I tried, chuckling uneasily to clear his dissatisfaction with a disarming smile. Most people bought my smiles. I worked hard on perfecting them. Like a concealing mask that eases a person's pain it was quite a magical and deadly tool. Easily I could get what I wanted or change the subject of conversation to my whim with a smile. Allen, however, just threw me a glare upon seeing it. Nice.

SPLOSH!

Ooh, should have expected the vest too. The drenched black material hit me square in the face.
“Ah, c'mon, Allen. How was I supposed to know it was going to rain?” I pouted, trying to defend myself as I pulled the heavy cloth away and blinked the water from my eye as it clung to my eyelashes. Allen let out a frustrated sigh from across the small motel room. As my vision came back to me I looked to the young exorcist.

Allen.

Weary and tired, I watched as he flopped over onto the small four poster bed, his bare skin glistening in the dull light having discarded the rest of his wet clothes.

For what it was worth the younger boy looked all the bit scrawny and thin as I was. Short on his own account, with a pale, creamy complexion that rivaled even many girls, at first glance any would have taken him for a weakling. However, Allen Walker was far from weak. Wielding an amazingly frightening and powerful weapon, I had witnessed many times the exact power that could come from that small body. His spirit alone could suffocate an entire town.
I think 'incredible' just didn't pay the kid his dues.

Pulling my gaze away from Allen I went to work on getting myself out of my /own/ sopping wet clothes. I was, by no means, exempt from the torrential rains that drenched us while we rode into town on my hammer. I was soaked and frozen to the bone. It was a wonder Allen didn't start complaining before now.

The details of our current mission occupied my mind as I stripped free of my wet jacket, shirt, and pants.
We were sent on this mission together to research yet another suspicious occurrence for the Order. It seemed that there were a lot of strange disappearances revolving around a particular traveling circus that had been visiting various towns lately.

It took us a couple tries but after traveling a bit we managed to finally find the town the circus would visit next. When the big storm rolled around we were forced to pitch tent in a local motel at a small mining town as we were thrown into the mud like two stray dogs. Fortunately for us, so was the circus.

Coming out of my reverie I went to folding my white pants and draping them over the back of a chair. Because of my long jacket they were mostly wet on the bottom and would dry quickly. As I reached for my jacket that had fallen to the floor a prickling sensation behind my ears made me twitch.
Blinking I turned my head quickly, something from my blind side itching my senses.

Allen's face burned up with slight embarrassment as I met his staring curious eyes.
Uh... yes?

I blinked a second time.

Allen hastily averted his silver-gray gaze realizing he was caught. With a kind of uneasy stammer he tried defending his actions with excuses. “It's just...well.................and that's why........uh......not that......................nn.” he mumbled quietly in a rushed voice under his breath.
Okay my ears are good, but not THAT good.

I cocked a brow in Allen's direction, curiosity piqued and prodded now.
The white haired boy mumbled again noticing that I was staring at him for a better answer.
“Well, we go on a lot of missions together....I just never saw you........takeoffallyourclothesbefore.” he clarified.

I blinked. I looked down. All I was wearing were my underwear. (Well, actually they were boxers but I'm not getting into that.)

Okay, no big deal.
But then again he was probably talking about some of the scars on my body.
Most of the time I tried not to remove my clothes if I could help it. And it's something I would never do in sight of another.
Witnessing many tragedies leaves many scars.

Letting out a sigh I took a step towards the other bed and wrapped a dry warm blanket around myself before plopping down on it. The air was thick and heavy with tension. Me being me, I felt uncomfortable and got the dying need to fix that.
“ 'Kay, so that circus was forced to turn in 'cuz of the storm, right?” The mission, there's a topic. Talk about the mission. “That means that while it's stationed here it's our chance to investigate. Those traveling folk are supposed to be staying at the inn on the other side of town.”

A clearing of the throat. “Yeah, that's what the inn keeper said.” Allen stated in a somewhat subdued voice.

What? Are you going quiet on me now? My eye adopted a suspicious narrowed expression as I settled it on the boy across the room.

I stared as I saw that glassy look come into the boy's eyes. A look I had become familiar with over time. It was a look that always made his left eye shimmer an ethereal red as he lost himself in his memories. Allen Walker wasn't just some dumb kid with some sob story past. He was a kid with an amazing story, one that often kept me up at night wondering... 'what would I have done if that had happened to me?'
I guess no one really knows what they 'would have' done if they weren't there.

Sighing softly in a resigned voice I rose slowly to my feet and took a step towards him. Allen sat hunched over on the edge of his bed his chin now resting against his folded hands as he gazed off into space. He didn't even acknowledge me. I didn't exist in his little closed off world right now.

I crossed the room, letting the blanket fall from around my shoulders and lay limply on the floor. Reaching out a hand I patted him on the shoulder.
My words were dry yet kind. At least I hope that's how he heard them.

“This mission has nothing to do with you...or Mana.”
He flinched at that, snapping to reality, as he turned his clear searching eyes in my direction. Wide and steely blue-silver, I could see the sadness in their depths.
Slowly, Allen smiled a soft smile that showed happiness built on a lifetime foundation of sorrows and pain.
“I know.” he said curtly before turning and returning back to his own little world.

I sighed. What else could I do? Shaking my head a bit from side to side I stepped away and left him to his thoughts as I crossed the threshold towards the bathroom.
The hard wood creaked beneath my feet, betraying the age of the tiny motel.

As I entered the bathroom my reflection eyed me from the depths of the mirror on the bathroom wall. Slowly I shut the door behind me before approaching the sink.
My fingers tingled as I slowly raised them to my face and grazed the seam of the black eyepatch covering my right eye. The one part about myself that I could never find the will power to talk about.
Almost sheepishly I traced the edges of the black material that Gramps had so meticulously sewn for me. To this day I still question if this was the /real/ reason I chose to be a Bookman.

My breath escaped my lips in a heavy sigh. “Silly...” I mumbled turning away.
This was no time to get wrapped up in memories.

I grit my teeth. Now if only Allen would listen to that.

Slowly I allowed my good eye to drift closed, the emerald color becoming covered in black darkness.

/Who are you?/

That oh so familiar voice. I replied in a subdued tone just as I had done many times before.

/I am/... I hesitated.

My eye slowly opened and I stared confused and dazed into the mirror again.

Who am I really...?

/...Lavi./ That was my name right now.
But...that wasn't the answer I was supposed to answer with.
My stomach turned. I'm the one who is to succeed as Bookman. So why did the name Lavi come to mind...? What made my answer changed...?

Could it possibly be...

((Please comment on what you think if you read it :3))

[Fanfic/Drabble] Death of Passivity

2008-06-28T21:02:55Z

Ehh, so totally new to the fandom XD I suppose you could call this a debut drabble? It's just a quick little thing that came to me and I decided to write =] I may try something bigger with these two if the inspiration strikes...

Title: Death of Passivity
Author: cykotyks
Pairing: Lavi/Allen [kinda]
Rating: PG
Genre: General/Drabble

Summary: Lavi's point of view when Allen saved him from himself.
Spoilers: Refers to chapter 122 specifically [episode 86 or 87?]
Warning: Just some slight foul language.

Disclaimer: D.Gray-Man belongs to Hoshino Katsura.
Words: 378

( Fake Cut: Death of Passivity )

for dust you are. (D.Gray-man, Rabi/Allen.)

2008-06-28T06:56:54Z

Title: for dust you are
Fandom: D.Gray-man.
Warnings: Lots of Catholic, Christian and religious talk and imagery.
Characters/couples: Mostly Rabi gen, some Rabi/Allen.
Summary: There are few things that Rabi knows won't ever change. These are the things that ground him. Everything else belongs to the fire.
Rating: R.
Notes: Written for springkink: D.Gray-Man, Allen/Rabi: over-protective - "love is wild like a fire/burning beneath the rain"
Too much religion, not enough porn and not enough of the prompt. I'm sorry, Rabi just. Went wherever he wanted with this, orz.

for dust you are.

Episode 89

2008-06-24T15:32:43Z

OMG was this episode awesome for us shippers or what? I downloaded the raw as soon as I got up today. (It's not great quality, so no screencaps from this one yet, hopefully they'll have a better one out soon.)

SO BEAUTIFUL. Allen diving into the fire... his voice breaking through the darkness into Lavi's mind... his hand grabbing Lavi's, then the Crown Clown cape wrapping around them both as light envelops them... OMG. *flails* It was perfect, the music, the art, everything.

I'd be much more detailed in my spazzing but I have to run to work. GAH.

More AMV Stylings of the Ash...

2008-06-24T01:56:13Z

Title: A New Name-Lavi Tribute
Song: Capricorn by 30 Seconds to Mars
Creator's Note: It started out as just a Lavi tribute but ended up having Lavi/Allen flavorings... go figure. O.o;; Please enjoy and comment.

fan art~

2008-06-23T07:32:43Z

etto~
new here,still dunno what to do
so i guess like this :3
sorry if there's mistake...

making an lavi allen fan art here
click to see full view (in deviantart nyu x3)

allen_rabi @ 2008-06-18T12:01:00

2008-06-18T19:05:30Z

I know that 3x9_lover just posted some screencaps, but I have a full episode worth, and it looks to me like my RAW was better quality, so the pics are a bit clearer.

290 screencaps, with captions/commentary, just click the "next" button - there is a LOT of Lavi/Allen implication here. Hee!

(And if anyone's interested, I am working on a sequel to my Lavi/Allen series of fics... it's just proving to be very, very difficult to stay on task while writing it)

Screecaps of the episode 88!

2008-06-18T18:21:46Z

Here, I bring some screecaps about the awsome episode 88 <333 soooo RabiAllen nya!

screecaps HERE!

109 DOUJINSHIS FORDOWLOAD. I SHIT YOU NOT.

2008-06-14T05:34:18Z

I share with you today, every D.Gray-Man doujinshi I have ever found on the internet. There are not previews, because that would kill me, but there are short descriptions consisting of the pairing, language, and some of them even say the artist.

IF YOU HAVE A DOUJINSHI THAT ISN'T LISTED HERE, PLEASE SHARE IT. I want to spread the Doujinshi Love all across the fandom, and I need your help to do it! My dream is a complete index of every single DGM doujin on the net- and I think we can do it together! So please, do help- I'll even give credit to scanners who tell me they want me to.

Note: Pairing orders are usually stated, except in the LavixKanda section where I just stopped caring and labeled them all the same. Also, it's mostly alphabetical.
And all of them are on Mediafire, because it's the server I like best, so I figured everyone else probably agrees with me. And all of the files are .rar because that was the format my winzip wizard thing wanted them to be and I didn't know how to change that. Neither of these facts will change, because this took four hours as it is and I'm not doing it again. -_-;

JAP: [EveryonexAllen] Innocent Ash Bangai hen Allen Anthology http://www.mediafire.com/download.php?jdgnhxvnx4z

JAP: [EveryonexKanda] D-Innocence Kanda Uke Tokushuu http://www.mediafire.com/download.php?1mytztix2zz
JAP: [EveryonexKanda]  The Crying Game http://www.mediafire.com/download.php?fzhmzydyzim

JAP: [EveryonexLavi]  Innocent Ash Bangai hen Lavi Anthology http://www.mediafire.com/download.php?ozmuyvhmmno

ENG: [AllenxKanda] Family Walker Volume 01(by Seil) http://www.mediafire.com/download.php?nfjdmmw5meh
ENG: [AllenxKanda] Heel Position (by Seil) http://www.mediafire.com/download.php?3tzyse2ib03
JAP: [AllenxKanda] Alpha Syndrome (by Seil) http://www.mediafire.com/download.php?j1cxmttxsyg
JAP: [AllenxKanda] Aru ha Zettaiteki na Kousoku http://www.mediafire.com/download.php?egjnj2n1zzj
JAP: [AllenxKanda] Choke Chain (by Seil) http://www.mediafire.com/download.php?iitiztryxxy
JAP: [AllenxKanda] Hard Days http://www.mediafire.com/download.php?mtximo4mlth
JAP: [AllenxKanda] Innocent Ash Bangai Hen Allen http://www.mediafire.com/download.php?xgvvghmxmdm
JAP: [AllenxKanda] Tama to Pochi http://www.mediafire.com/download.php?x3tlgx2m7mx
JAP: [AllenxKanda] There's Nothing Like Home http://www.mediafire.com/download.php?12jb2muizma
ENG: [KandaxAllen] Dass Iamm Godess http://www.mediafire.com/download.php?qymvzmxmxmd
ENG: [KandaxAllen] Tsundere x Tsundere http://www.mediafire.com/download.php?imhzzajhabd
ENG: [KandaxAllen] Yoru ni Saku Hana http://www.mediafire.com/download.php?44fl1myjjm5
JAP: [KandaxAllen] Celestial http://www.mediafire.com/download.php?dl1jjgx73tj
JAP: [KandaxAllen] Crusader http://www.mediafire.com/download.php?zmxfzempple
JAP: [KandaxAllen] Day Dream http://www.mediafire.com/download.php?4ononlmt1eq
JAP: [KandaxAllen] Home http://www.mediafire.com/download.php?juebo5gmjxl
JAP: [KandaxAllen] Kanare Gekijou OFFLINE 4 http://www.mediafire.com/download.php?mx2is3y4dye
JAP: [KandaxAllen] Kuro no Miru Yume http://www.mediafire.com/download.php?qmceb4wykjw
JAP: [KandaxAllen] Mugen Kaikou  http://www.mediafire.com/download.php?m1gldjzmmtl

ENG: [LavixAllen] For You (by Ciel) http://www.mediafire.com/download.php?mab1jyr2gm1
ENG: [LavixAllen] Le Bateleur http://www.mediafire.com/download.php?ht91mf2tmtz
ENG: [LavixAllen] Love Slave http://www.mediafire.com/download.php?j4xwbi2diwc
ENG: [LavixAllen] Pandora (by Ciel) http://www.mediafire.com/download.php?tn5mmmzkemm
ENG: [LavixAllen] Rolling Star http://www.mediafire.com/download.php?syfzbgjwm2x
ENG: [LavixAllen] Shadow of the Moon Vol. 1 (by Ceil) http://www.mediafire.com/download.php?nl2hqeicyzw
ENG: [LavixAllen] Shadow of the Moon Vol. 2 (by Ceil) http://www.mediafire.com/download.php?fnwxzm2izxn
ENG: [LavixAllen] Shadow of the Moon Vol. 3 (by Ciel) http://www.mediafire.com/download.php?xy1cxjwjmyc
ENG: [LavixAllen] Tooi Ongaku http://www.mediafire.com/download.php?dkwdimyzjgm
KOR: [LavixAllen] Change! (by Ciel) http://www.mediafire.com/download.php?kghju25dtty
JAP: [LavixAllen] Dare ni mo Naisho Kima ga Suki http://www.mediafire.com/download.php?kmngehkmjim
JAP: [LavixAllen] Good Luck!! http://www.mediafire.com/download.php?yjihxdnmmv8
JAP: [LavixAllen] Heaven Chart http://www.mediafire.com/download.php?4en12nfgmmm
JAP: [LavixAllen] Hisoka http://www.mediafire.com/download.php?n0pj4ylmm03
JAP: [LavixAllen] It Dances With The Moon http://www.mediafire.com/download.php?xgts4g1sjmy
JAP: [LavixAllen] Innocent Goth http://www.mediafire.com/download.php?mg24fvjomhn
JAP: [LavixAllen] Juujika to Fukuin http://www.mediafire.com/download.php?jvie2cmccbg
JAP: [LavixAllen] Nanji Tsumibukaki Togabitoyo http://www.mediafire.com/download.php?tzz3dxbvifj
JAP: [LavixAllen] Nightmare (by Ciel) http://www.mediafire.com/download.php?08mvztyzg9y
JAP: [LavixAllen] Prants Dream http://www.mediafire.com/download.php?ocmdbjimvwx
JAP: [LavixAllen] Soliel http://www.mediafire.com/download.php?da2dtiamzmv
JAP: [LavixAllen] The Matrix of Labyrinth http://www.mediafire.com/download.php?totzvzftxxl

ENG: [LavixKanda] Crimson http://www.mediafire.com/download.php?g039rnj15ef
ENG: [LavixKanda] La Famille vol. 1 (scanlated by Orchard Dreams?) http://www.mediafire.com/download.php?mjzoom29711
ENG: [LavixKanda] La Famille vol. 2 (") http://www.mediafire.com/download.php?2zoj1c1wjnv
JAP: [LavixKanda] 5th Angel http://www.mediafire.com/download.php?zx3dez2ccmc
JAP: [LavixKanda] Adagio http://www.mediafire.com/download.php?vnoj2wzjy2a
JAP: [LavixKanda] Diamond Dogs http://www.mediafire.com/download.php?dn2vnszwyte
JAP: [LavixKanda] Believe Those Who Are Seeking The Truth http://www.mediafire.com/download.php?imc51nl2mjv
JAP: [LavixKanda] Chocolate http://www.mediafire.com/download.php?n2uhjzvc210
JAP: [LavixKanda] Eternal Snow http://www.mediafire.com/download.php?cj1dwvm1jla
JAP: [LavixKanda] Gonbame no Tenshi http://www.mediafire.com/download.php?91ej9hvd2im
JAP: [LavixKanda] Innocence Cube Lavi Yuu Special http://www.mediafire.com/download.php?j9obl3g4l2x
JAP: [LavixKanda] Koi to Kimochi (Amour et Jalousie) http://www.mediafire.com/download.php?hlf8oehzmyj
JAP: [LavixKanda] Kumo yo Tsuki wo Kutsutte Shimae http://www.mediafire.com/download.php?lbgyexczy1i
JAP: [LavixKanda] Lavi Vamp http://www.mediafire.com/download.php?kxptam1mmjj
JAP: [LavixKanda] Memories http://www.mediafire.com/download.php?jzy5m9kwyfd
JAP: [LavixKanda] Millenium Puzzle http://www.mediafire.com/download.php?v5cmzljjr9x
JAP: [LavixKanda] Outsider http://www.mediafire.com/download.php?fz2genmcllw
JAP: [LavixKanda] Past, Future, Now http://www.mediafire.com/download.php?xeexfxl7vuj
JAP: [LavixKanda] Refrain http://www.mediafire.com/download.php?ymeyma53eya
JAP: [LavixKanda] Shiniitaruyamai http://www.mediafire.com/download.php?ozdmbfyz2x3

JAP: [CrossxAllen] Wild Joker http://www.mediafire.com/download.php?j1ix60gmasz

JAP: [CrossxKanda] Vacation on the Adriatic Sea http://www.mediafire.com/download.php?axvmbvtgjei

JAP: [KomuixAllen] Weak Diamond http://www.mediafire.com/download.php?m1gldjzmmtl

JAP: [KomuixKanda] Hash-A-Bye http://www.mediafire.com/download.php?hfmhfmm3htg

JAP: [CrossxTykki] Night Wizard http://www.mediafire.com/download.php?mytyglcjzyz

ENG: [CrossxKomui] Thousands Of Kisses To That Palm http://www.mediafire.com/download.php?mxtyctzzbid
JAP: [CrossxKomui] A Forbidden Play http://www.mediafire.com/download.php?omwxmggelib
JAP: [CrossxKomui] Belah http://www.mediafire.com/download.php?2wwxowybty4
JAP: [CrossxKomui] Elim http://www.mediafire.com/download.php?xzfty15jmzk
JAP: [CrossxKomui] Fabas http://www.mediafire.com/download.php?ce4z01cfetf
JAP: [CrossxKomui] Night Wizard http://www.mediafire.com/download.php?u2s0w3iym2t
JAP: [CrossxKomui] Noir http://www.mediafire.com/download.php?zg9xxzsjimt
JAP: [CrossxKomui] Pure Silver Replicant http://www.mediafire.com/download.php?t0sr2zq2rdc
JAP: [CrossxKomui] Snow Crystals http://www.mediafire.com/download.php?riz2mxcsqyc
JAP: [CrossxKomui] Yamiboshi no Utau Yoru http://www.mediafire.com/download.php?dvzzvymvzz1

JAP: [LinaleexUm, The Akuma That Are Raping Her?] Dolls http://www.mediafire.com/download.php?m3zzwtdji3x

JAP: [MirandaxKomui] Hanabira Kakera http://www.mediafire.com/download.php?2gtlyalnyom

JAP: [MirandaxTykki] Sheep's Garden http://www.mediafire.com/download.php?5xz909fm2he

ENG: [TykkixAllen] Chu! http://www.mediafire.com/download.php?im4mwmmczub
JAP: [TykkixAllen] Judas Kiss http://www.mediafire.com/download.php?bongdydwzom
JAP: [TykkixAllen] Love Fever 2 http://www.mediafire.com/download.php?x0oaztb9fmo
JAP: [TykkixAllen] Lucifer http://www.mediafire.com/download.php?xjid5wxjje5
JAP: [TykkixAllen] Reprint-Gray Parts 1-4 http://www.mediafire.com/download.php?0mnaom11eys
JAP: [TykkixAllen] Tantum Ergo http://www.mediafire.com/download.php?tv2jze2dr1n
JAP: [TykkixAllen] Yasashii Akuma http://www.mediafire.com/download.php?joam8jxumyo

ENG: [TykkixLavi] Black & White http://www.mediafire.com/download.php?2xavfygem9o
JAP: [TykkixLavi] Flower - Antennae http://www.mediafire.com/download.php?vwmkjdy4dne
JAP: [TykkixLavi] Kimi ga Nozonda Eien http://www.mediafire.com/download.php?gwucwwbljdt
JAP: [TykkixLavi] Nocturne http://www.mediafire.com/download.php?da0jzjwmyco
JAP: [TykkixLavi] Millenium Puzzle http://www.mediafire.com/download.php?e3wgjvnnujf
JAP: [TykkixLavi] Swallowtail Butterfly http://www.mediafire.com/download.php?y1avmwnzxdg
JAP: [TykkixLavi] TRICK STAR http://www.mediafire.com/download.php?xybf7hmsrmk
JAP: [TykkixLavi] Witch's Forest http://www.mediafire.com/download.php?2hmmamam1le

The following section consists of doujins with no pairings, pairings I couldn't identify, multiple pairings, and things i just didn't know how else to lable.

ENG: Joker http://www.mediafire.com/download.php?jcgeczwd1b2
ENG: [Everyone molesting Kanda] Marvelous http://www.mediafire.com/download.php?cefwrjfdwlv
ENG: [Tykki Mick and Allen molesting Lavi. Sort of.] Rabbit In Wonderland http://www.mediafire.com/download.php?nxepaionfen
ENG: Wa http://www.mediafire.com/download.php?jl5teymjnkd
JAP: [LavixLavi] Antennae Suzuki Miku http://www.mediafire.com/download.php?bmjd2zpw5mw
JAP: Kurayami Candle http://www.mediafire.com/download.php?yutjrf2mcf2
JAP: [TykkixAllen, LavixKanda. I think.] Pretending http://www.mediafire.com/download.php?jlkbyjx1mb4
JAP: Rabi Rabbito http://www.mediafire.com/download.php?90kjxtornon
JAP: Shitsuchou http://www.mediafire.com/download.php?mcyhac0lwmj
JAP: [Threesome. I think.] Tsuki to Taiyoun to Nukumori no Houteishiki http://www.mediafire.com/download.php?n4fobm2xvjc
JAP: Yukimonogatari (um, this seems to be the same as Joker, only in Japanese and with pink ink.) http://www.mediafire.com/download.php?bydbgedm0mo

Cross-Posted to every DGM community I'm in because I'm totally serious about that sharing thing.

Oh, and Post will be updated constantly- whever I get a new doujinshi, I'll add it. And Maybe even Label it "This One's New!"

Also, we win. 22 of the doujins are LavixAllen, which is more than any other individual pairing. w00t. (Well, you can tell what my otp is, anyway...)

Whispers- A Pairing Manifesto Video

2008-06-07T11:07:09Z

Well the subject makes it sound fancy. Really, this is my test run for the techniques and style that I want to use for an upcoming Lavi/Allen amv I'm planning. I normally wouldn't clog up the net with my ranting in this particular manner, but it's not my first and it won't be the last. XD

The song is "Whispers In the Dark" by Skillet, and the pairing is obviously Lavi/Allen.

If you like this, look forward to the 'official' one when I finish it (which won't be until we've got anime footage up until around chapter 124/5 ish.) It'll be set to "Light up the Sky" by Yellowcard.
----Ash

Fanfiction------Oneshot fluff

2008-06-04T08:30:06Z

I suppose that this will be my first contribution. ^^; Pleased to meet you all.
Random side-note: This fic was largely inspired by the Yellowcard song "Light up the Sky", so if you get a chance, take a listen. It makes me think of this pairing so much XD.
---Ash
Title: Bedside V.2.5
Rating: PG-13 for kissing ^^
Genre: Pure Fluff
Summary: Only the slightest bit of AU. Upon returning from the ark, Allen sits by the bedside of his comrades and learns something shocking from the sleeping boookman's apprentice.

A/N: This is my first D. gray Man fic, and only one of a full list of 100 prompts that my friends and I are planning on meeting together. This is dedicated to other Lavi/Allen fans! It’s kind of Au-ish. It’s my interpretation of the way things could’ve happened.

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Bedside

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Why did you do it?

I would have done anything to save you from those flames, to save you from the gaping darkness that threatens to swallow us all.

Why didn’t you let me save you?

Allen rested his face in his hands, leaning over the unconscious form of his comrade. A shock of red hair spilled loosely across the garish white linen of the infirmary’s pillow case. There were only a few signs of the previous battles left on the lithe form of the apprentice Bookman, for which Allen felt extremely grateful. He blamed himself for what had happened, which was a typical reaction for the boy.

“You had better wake up Lavi, or I’m going to kill you.” The White-haired exorcist muttered half heartedly as he leaned back in his chair. Grey eyes turned to look on his other comrades sleeping in identical beds on either side of Lavi. Kanda and Krowly, his other brothers in arms seemed to rest peacefully as well. Allen closed his eyes for a moment.

He had been so sure that he had lost them all for good. Upon meeting the Noahs Road and Tyki, He and the others’ worst fears had been confirmed; that the rooms in which Kanda and Krowly had been fighting for their sakes had been deleted. Loosing Lavi had been the last straw. As his best friend had been swallowed up by the encroaching darkness, the shattered pieces of his innocence slipping through his finges, Allen Walker had never felt such rage and sorrow.For a moment he wanted nothing but to send everything into oblivion- because he felt it that unfair. That feeling had frightened the boy and haunted him even now.

Allen was not a destroyer. Allen fought knowing that it was to preserve the souls and futures of the people he loved. But it was also to bring salvation to the pitiful souls of the Akuma. Lavi had sacrificed so much for them…for Allen. Of course, everyone who had followed him into the Ark had. But Allen connected Lavi to the single happiest memories in his young life. In recent memory, there wasn’t a memory that he could recall in which the mirthful redhead was not present. The exorcist’s growing suspicions about Lavi's feelings had only increased upon the incident when they had entered the Ark. Allen knew that he couldn’t let Lenalee be taken, but he had expected to fight- and likely die- alone. Instead, there was a hand firmly grasping his as they slipped into oblivion. Lavi had refused to let go. Somewhere deep inside, Allen felt like he and Lavi had some sort of secret connection, one that no one else could possibly understand or duplicate.

The White haired boy reached up and pressed two fingers to the crimson pentacle on his forehead, squeezing his eyes shut again. Grey eyes then found themselves wandering up the motionless form, subconsciously monitoring the unconscious young man’s breathing. His clothes had been badly singed by the fire that had nearly consumed him, and the infirmary staff had been quick about cutting them away, replacing them with a comfortable looking linen gown. Two things remained however, almost out of respect or so it seemed; The Bookman’s headband and eye-patch.

Allen subconsciously fiddled with the intricately detailed fabric of Lavi’s headband as he considered these facts, wondering if he would have minded had he been awake. His hand left hand then returned to the headband as he glanced around to reassure himself that no staff were present at this late hour. Allen tugged gently on the cloth, sliding the green and black material down to rest around Lavi’s neck, letting his unruly mop of fiery hair free.

Something fell from the headband, landing in startling white contrast atop the crimson strands. Allen reached for it, turning the item over in his fingers. It took him a moment to realize that it was a playing card, one of the ones that Tyki Mikk had given to him to be exact. The ace of spades stared up at him, reminding him of the grief that his friends had suffered. Lavi had gone there then… to the clearing in the bamboo forest where he had died. Of course Lavi had come after him.

Hot tears burned down Allen’s cheeks as he leaned forward, still grasping the slightly rumpled card in his hand. Sobs shook his small shoulders as buried his face in his arms. Lavi and the other had had to grieve for him. It seemed so unfair that they had had to fight so long and so hard believing that their comrade was dead. The boy knew that he would have broken. He had, in a sense at the end of everything.

Suddenly, he felt a hand comb through his hair. “Whacha crying for, Moyashi?” Allen lifted his head sharply, too happy to care about the nick name. Lavi peered at him with a gentle smile from his half lidded emerald eye. Allen had known that his friend would wake up; that the apprentice Bookman would be just fine, but nothing prepared him for how happy he was now that it had happened.

“Lavi-kun!” He gasped, trying to talk through his tears.

“You found it, huh?” The emerald orb now rested on the ace of spades clutched in Allen’s left hand. He only nodded in response, feeling a little shy.

“The report from the Asian branch said that he had destroyed it…destroyed your innocence.” Lavi said suddenly, eye fixed on Allen’s ‘new’ arm. The friends hadn’t had much time to talk since their reunion, and the circumstances of Allen’s alleged death were still unclear to the redhead. He hadn't known the actual details until Tyki himself brought up the circumstances in the ark. “I was so angry. And then in Edo, when I fought Tyki Mikk… he gloated about it…about murdering you.” He spoke the last of his sentence through gritted teeth, the obvious anger still burning fresh in his one eye.

“I’m sorry Lavi. I’m sorry that I let it happen. I should have-“

“Don’t say that. The bastard got what he deserved.” He bit, reaching up and grasping Allen’s wrist. Lavi was instantly aware of the rough, leathery texture it had.

“I was afraid that you were gone forever.” Allen said miserably, hanging his head.

“I was sure that I was.” Lavi Managed a chuckle.

“I don’t want to be scared like that ever again.” Allen continued, hanging his head so that his bangs brushed Lavi’s knuckles. “I couldn’t stand it if you were gone... you were the first person I thought of when shishou instructed me to weave my wishes into the melody.”

Lavi’s grip slackened for a moment, his expression becoming guarded. Allen’s breath caught in his throat. Had he said something to make Lavi uncomfortable?

“Allen… you know that saying…? How people say you don’t know what you’ve got until it’s gone? When you… When you died… I thought I was going to lose it. I shouted at Lenalee because she was crying…and I’m a Bookman… I couldn’t cry for you and it was all I wanted to do. When Tyki called you a cheater… I wanted to rip him apart. How could he stand it? How could he stand to destroy something so beautiful and perfect? It’s not fair. That’s what I kept thinking.”

Lavi wouldn’t meet Allen’s eyes. Grey orbs watched him, widened in shock and disbelief. Did Lavi really mean what he said? Allen couldn’t believe that someone would think that he- Allen Walker, the boy with the deformed arm and cursed face- was beautiful… perfect?

“Lavi… Lavi you really mean…that?” Allen’s voice was much quieter than he wanted it to be.

“Yeah…why?” Lavi still wouldn’t look at him. The Bookman had been touched by the young exorcist’s gentle care and concern for his comrades and akuma alike, by his almost constant smile, and the mysterious nature of his stark white hair long ago. From the moment he had met Allen, Lavi had known that he was in trouble.

“I’m so sorry that you had to suffer. Thank you so much Lavi. You’re wonderful.” Allen took Lavi’s hand in both of his and nuzzled against it. Lavi met his gaze this time, his expression one of surprise.

“You suffered the same for me, Allen. You’re precious to me. We’ve…been through hell together.” He responded, voice giving away his body’s fatigue.

“Don’t leave me again Lavi.” Allen stated simply.

“I’ll do my best, Moyashi.”

“It’s Allen.”

“I know.”

“But you said…”

“I’m in love with you Moyashi-chan.”

Silence. Allen blinked, dumbfounded up at the redhead as his emerald eyes searched for something unidentifiable in the white-wash of the wall. Allen wasn’t stupid. In fact, he was well aware of the ins and outs of love and relationships thanks to his upbringing with Cross Marian. He rolled this confession around in his head for a bit, trying to identify the illogical with logic.

“You’re in…love with me?” He could hardly believe it. Allen hadn’t the time to consider such things from the beginning. Being an exorcist was his life, and he knew nothing else. He had never considered falling in love, and now that it was happening…now that he was sure it was, the white-haired boy couldn’t imagine why he had avoided it for so long. Hearing those words from Lavi just…felt right.

“Yeah, I am Allen. I love you.”

“I love you too.”

Silence. Lavi couldn’t believe it. He wondered what was about to happen. It was dangerous ground. Their livelihoods were sponsored by the Vatican after all. If they found out, it could reflect on the entire Order.

“Can I kiss you?”

Allen stopped breathing altogether this time.

“I’ve been waiting…for a long time.” Lavi said, his voice low.

Allen had never really been kissed before, least of all by someone he was in love with. The most recent kiss he had received had been a disturbingly sloppy and provocative one from the Noah Road Kamelot. Previous kisses had been perhaps even more unpleasant in their nature. Cross Gensui had left him to pay for his debts countless times. The Red-headed General had never taught Allen much of anything, but the young exorcist had learned plenty thanks to his abuse and or neglect.

Allen’s mood threatened to sour at such memories, but was suddenly interrupted by the pleasant, silky warmth of lips on his own. Lavi had struggled into a nearly upright position, enveloping the younger exorcist in his arms to support his still weakened body. The White-haired boy’s thoughts raced uncontrollably. A few hours ago, Lavi had been dead. Allen had reconstructed him using the arc. Was this real? Had he accidentally imprinted his own longings onto the Red-head’s persona? Fighting the doubt in his heart, Allen pushed back, deepening the kiss at his own pace, his tongue fighting for entrance into the other’s mouth.

The passionate battle of wills raged on until Lavi, still weakened from the ordeal in the Ark had to break away to catch his breath, the shock of Allen’s forcefulness still etched on his features. His breathing was slightly shaky, his heart racing as the one eye stared up at Allen. The bookman reached up and smoothed the boy’s stark-white hair back, his eye lingering on the red marking that marred the pale skin of his forehead. It wasn’t really a mar at all… the more Lavi stared at it, the more he fell in love with it.

“Lavi…”

“It was worth waiting.”

“Mmm.” Allen nodded, his reply wordless and drowsy sounding. “I’m sorry that I made you wait for so long.” The white-haired exorcist finally managed to speak coherently.

Lavi shook his head and smiled in return, his face radiating gratitude and what might have been contentment; a foreign feeling to a roving bookman.

“I knew I had messed up… I knew I was in love with you as soon as I saw what Timcanpy showed us… I was stupid. I wouldn’t let myself be in love with you until you were…dead.” The redhead stated, brow lined with obvious remorse.

“It’s alright now Lavi. What matters is that we all made it back. Our family is intact. We made it home.” Allen was feeling a little more emotional than he wanted to be. He was fighting tears again.

“Thank you. We all owe you our lives…more than that.”

“Don’t thank me yet. The Earl is sure to mount a full assault soon.” Allen replied gravely, closing his eyes as Lavi caressed his cheek, tracing the crimson line that bisected his left cheek like a bloody tear.

“Shh. Don’t worry about that now. Don’t think about anything else.” The young exorcist nodded against his friend…no, his lover’s hand and sighed as though it would expel the worries that had crept into his heart. It was the best he had felt since before Mana had died, to think of Lavi and only Lavi. Allen crawled up onto the edge of the bed and curled on his side next to the Redhead.

“We’ll be okay now… just rest.” Lavi was now realizing from the state of his dear friend’s drawn face and rumpled clothing that he hadn’t slept yet. It was just like Allen, to not leave his fallen nakama’s bedside.

Lavi was still awake as the younger boy drifted off into sleep, his head on his chest. He would make the excuses should any staff or friends approach. Allen was tired and no one had the right to deny him rest now on account of awkwardness or…whatever. The bookman’s apprentice promised himself then and there that he would protect Allen no matter what. No one was going to take him away. The world needed him. Lavi needed him.

He closed his eyes and followed his beloved into sleep.