#i apologize that lavi's so short //sobs i do love him SO much but i honestly struggle a lot w him in canon FKSHFJS :((( i hope its alright t

[alienaiver]

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May i request a headcanon for Allen, Lavi and Kanda with an GN Reader that shares the same way of living like Lala ? A puppet, that only lives because of innocent but they are working for the black order with their protective sister, that made them ?

I hope this is not to much for an request ! If it is, be free to delete it !

I wish you a good day 🌱

First of all, I am so sorry for the wait, I hope it’ll be worth it!!<!!3 I’ve set it comfortably between the move to the new home and before the Alma Arc!! (‘: I wasn’t entirely sure how to go about the specifics of the doll’s “functions”? I tried to keep it as neutral as possible since I’m not sure if you meant for the puppet reader to be like, a fighting puppet, research support or something else! please let me know if you’d like it more specified, I’d be more than happy to fix it! 🧡🧡 thank you so much for requesting, I hope you enjoy these headcanon scenarios!!

wordcount: 2.3k! warnings: none! this is pure fluff :,)

Allen Walker:

Allen has to get used to you at first – not in a bad way, but you reminded him of Lala and his early start in The Order, which always feels bittersweet to him.

He avoids you because he’s afraid he’ll make you uncomfortable

Which in turn makes you afraid that you’re making him uncomfortable

Early on, you confide in your sister and Lenalee about this, unsure as to why Allen avoids you like the plague.

Lenalee offers to talk to him for you, but your sister reminds you that it’s important you communicate yourself (“if you want to get better social skills you need to train them, it’s better if you talk to him yourself!”)

And you really do try – problem is, Allen’s terribly good at dodging interactions, constantly excusing himself (“I’m so sorry but I promised to go to the lab and get my arm tested!”, “I haven’t slept in several days, I’ll find you when I’m rested!”, “I’m starving, I’ll be right back!”)

And it’s very unlike him. You know this based on other people’s interactions with him and their surprise when you tell them how he avoids you.

You end up super discouraged and decides to stop trying, what’s the point if he doesn’t want to talk with you, right?

Your sister gets pissed, absolutely vivid that he made you feel this dejected and before you can stop her, she marches to his quarters, well aware that he just came home from a mission mere hours ago, giving him a stern talking to – half the Order keeps away from you and your sister the rest of that day

You’re sitting in the common area with a book Reever has recommended to you – it’s a technical book, teaching about fungi in the woods – you weren’t sure how relevant this information would ever be to you, but the way he’d trembled in excitement as you’d asked him for recommendations had made you want to figure out what all that “fungi” was about. You vaguely notice someone clearing their throat near you but you’re trying to make heads and tails of the scientific names for mushrooms and don’t look up, figuring it’s meant to be at someone else.

“I’m sorry, is the seat taken?” when they talk to you, you almost jump out of your seat, looking up to see who was giving you such a heart attack. You’re taken aback when Allen is standing next to the couch, a nervous smile on his lips – he looks strained, is your first thought. Your second thought is the confusion as to why he’s reaching out to you, suddenly.

You sit up straighter, making room for him and he smiles gently at you before sitting down, a ‘thank you’ whispered out into the room. It’s been a few days since your sister stormed into his quarters and she’s been so livid that you actually aren’t sure what came out of her attack on him, so you’re surprised to see him here.

He clears his throat again and claps his hands together, “so… your sister, made me aware of my… errors,” he starts, scratching the back of his neck before looking down. “I didn’t avoid you because I disliked you… actually, it was the opposite!” he admits, a blush creeping onto his cheeks, “I just think you’re… cute… and I’m not entirely sure how to talk to you, I admit.”

You smile and close the book in your lap, “like you talk to anyone?” you provide and he laughs. You feel something flutter in your stomach from listening to his laugh and he finally looks at you properly, “yeah, you’re right. You want to go have lunch together?”

You scrunch up your nose initially before you can school your expression and he realize what he just asked a doll, clapping his hands together in front of him in apology, “gosh, I’m so sorry! Again, I’m so nervous… I just… I want to spend time with you… but I’m not sure how…” he admits and you can’t help but smile at his nervous antics. You reach out your hands to his left hand, missing the small jump he does upon you touching that hand so he just looks at you dumb-founded. You smile warmly at him, “you can be as nervous as you’d like! But I don’t mind going with you to eat, if you’re hungry? We can talk while you eat.”

He smiles back at you and squeezes your hands in his, “yeah, I’d like that.”

 Lavi:

Lavi is endlessly fascinated with you and your sister originally fears he wants to study you more than becoming your friend, noticing how he has so many questions to your being and work-up

He is acting very curious to make sure it’s obvious that his interest in you is definitely, completely Bookman-related (it isn’t).

So whenever you’re alone together the atmosphere is much calmer and more relaxed than what it might look like to on-lookers when you’re interacting other places

You understand why he’s doing this, quickly catching on to the tedious tidbits of being a Bookman in training and how he struggles with relations, he doesn’t ever say it out loud but you put the pieces together, knowing it’s actually bothering him a lot.

When you’re together he tries to make it fun and lighthearted first and foremost and you always laugh a lot when he’s around, one time even noticing how your cheeks ached from smiling and laughing

When you asked your sister why it’d felt sore even though you’d been having fun, she’d questioned you thoroughly about your conversations, wanting to make sure you weren’t being used or exploited

(She knows you can take of yourself but… better safe than sorry, right?)

“Man, yer sister’s really protective of you,” Lavi smiles as he sits down next to you on the ledge of the fence. You’re watching the sun rise with Lavi every morning, when possible, from the top of the building as he drinks a morning coffee – he has to go to the library early if he’s not on a mission so this is the most alone time you’re guaranteed to have on a daily basis. You lean into his shoulder with your own as you let out a laugh, “I’m not blaming her though,” he adds for good measure, pushing back against you with a warm smile on his lips.

“So what do you have to read about today?” you ask, knowing that Bookman has him on a pretty broad but set curriculum.

He tells you that his current subject is classified but that it’s very interesting – it’s obvious how excited he is and how badly he wants to go into detail but also understands his position as a bookman in training. He shifts the subject to his “free study” on food cultures all over Europe.  

He smiles as he leans back on his arms, “we don’t always need to talk about me, y’know,” he takes a sip of his coffee, looking at the scenery in front of you two. You smile, “but I do enjoy learning about you,” you reply fast and he spits out his beverage, making you laugh in surprise.

“Ah, my poor heart,” he sighs dramatically, clutching his shirt in his hands. You lightly punch him on the shoulder for teasing you and he gasps dramatically, “I was not teasing you, by God! I am simply taking care of the beating of my heart around you,” he states matter-of-factly and you boo at him, sticking out your tongue.

He looks back at the sun who’d slowly been making its appearance clearer and clearer, lighting up your home for you, “I’m not meant to have one, but you keep reminding me that I have one.”

You lean onto him again, kicking your feet a bit to alleviate the jitter that came with being nervous around him, “hey, I don’t even have a real one and you’re making me feel like I do.”

 Kanda Yuu:

Kanda wasn’t fond of you in the beginning, unable to see the purpose of you – you couldn’t fight, you would stop existing if he removed your “heart” (to which you’d replied he probably would as well, you know. “That’s how humans work.” He hadn’t had a proper comeback because it took him a couple of minutes to figure out what you meant and that pissed him off.)

He was actually the exorcist who ended up escorting you and your sister to the Order when you originally arrived, grumbling about it all the way, not making the whole “new life” thing any easier for you or your sister who were already worried about what this new life would entail

Upon seeing his attitude on your initial travel you actually made an effort to avoid him at most costs at the Order

Once, you went to the cafeteria with your sister so she could have lunch but after seeing him walk in right before you, you turn around and hide in your room (it wasn’t hiding, per see, you tried to argue when your sister came to get you and scold you)

Then your sister was away on a mission – she was with the chief of the science department, Reever, out to get supplies for you and your maintenance (just in case something ever happened, she’d assured you) but it was the first time you were without her for longer than a day at the Order and it’d made you anxious and jumpy as you made your way around the Order.

Lenalee recommended you try to meditate to spend the time and find some ease and quiet

She offers to go with you but you’re determined to do this alone, you decide. To show your sister what you’re capable of and proudly tell her about it when she comes back

You’re situated in the room, on one of the mats, ready to “meditate”

When you realize you haven’t really been properly introduced to meditation at all, making you groan in frustration.

You’re lying on the floor, limbs sprawled out on two mats in defeat, trying some random breathing exercise as a form of meditation. The door slides open and you yelp out as you try to sit up, failing miserably. As you look up you lock eyes with none other than Kanda Yuu – the man you’d very diligently been avoiding for several months. He stares back at you with the same amazement before he furrows his eyebrows and puffs out an annoyed huff. He doesn’t make an effort to leave again though, entering the room and sliding the door closed after him. He sits himself down to the right across from you, clearing his throat once before crossing his legs.

You’ve been following him with your eyes as he got settled. A thought occurs to you and you smile, starting to mirror his position. If you just did what he did – you’d be meditating, right? As you’re sitting in the exact same position you keep stealing glances at him – something’s supposed to be happening now?

Kanda’s not unaware of your staring, his brows furrowing more and more with each passing moment. Your breathing’s too loud, constantly sighing out or clearing your throat and he’s minutes from having it.

“You’re supposed to be calm when meditating,” he says and he hears you let out a gasp as he speaks. He wants to roll his eyes but he doesn’t want to make it obvious that he’s reacting to you being here, so he huffs out a small breath and straightens his back.

He hears you shuffling around and he doesn’t know what you’re up to until it becomes too much and he hurriedly looks in the direction of your sounds. He grunts out in surprise when he finds you on the mat next to him, your wide eyes locked on him, “tell me how to meditate.”

He inhales sharply, this time actually rolling his eyes, before straightening back up, “Find a comfortable position – it can be anything, but this one works for me.”

You hurriedly to mirror him again, looking invested. He’s not entirely sure why he’s doing this – had it been anyone else, he’d have cut them up with Mugen for demanding something from him like that. But you, you’re somehow different and he’s curious as to why.

He closes his eyes again to keep a blush from creeping up on his face, “close your eyes and relax. Don’t try to control your breathing or your thoughts, just… be.”

You let out a groan, “really? Just be?” you mimic him in a mocking tone and he sends you a very him kind of death glare, “you want my help or not?”

You squeak out before going back into position, “alright, alright. I’ll just… be, then.”

You sit there in silence and your eyebrow ticks at each passing second but right before you’re about to groan and flail dramatically, you feel his arm on top of yours, “I told you to relax, didn’t I?”

You inhale sharply and feel heat bloom where you’re touching, instantly relaxing. You exhale slowly, feeling the frustration leave your body as it relaxes. Alright, you can do this, right?

In your concentration you miss Kanda’s smirk, though you do notice that his hand doesn’t leave you for the rest of the session.