#kanda fluff

[commytator]

 ❤❤❤

[exile-on-uwustreet]

I don't really like kanda and alma getting boiled down to the grumpy+sunshine trope when the supposed sunshine was the one to go on a killing spree and try to mercy kill their grumpy counterpart

[alienaiver]

Kanda foe the headcanons game! 🌷

omg tori im so happy you sent him in, i was hoping so bad you'd see the game !!!! ✨ im sorry abt the delay<!!!33333 these are like, half-modern au kinda, since some of the questions doesn't really translate to the 19th century LMAo

Songs on his iPod: i think despite his tough-no-feelings demeanor, he really does like songs where the lyrics resonate with him, or put words into feelings he can't articulate well himself. its NOT emo or angsty tho, claims the angsty emo.

rootless tree - damien rice my demons - starset sacrifice - zella day (sobbing i actually made a kanda amv with this song once....) (these are all from my kanda playlist. im probably biased LMAO)

The one place they fall asleep – where they’re not supposed to: kanda's very reserved with rest. its only in his bedroom with a locked door unless you or alma are there. its too vulnerable and private if not. he fell asleep in a cafe with you once, which was silly, but he'd been overworking himself and your shoulder was right there

The game they’d destroy everyone else at: im so sorry, but kanda's entire personality in regards to video games is just: skill issue. he doesn't wanna waste his time learning how to fight in a dumb game when he can just as easily cut your throat irl no problem. though if ever convinced, hes flexible enough to beat everyone at twister

The emoticon they’d use most often: 🖕. (if he ever bothers)

What they act like when they haven’t had enough sleep: he's actually kinder, somehow. not like, allen's mask polite, but he's less bite-y and easy to anger. his baseline is too little sleep generally, but when he goes beyond even that limit, hes too sleepy to fight about every little thing, which translates as sudden kindness.

Their preferred hot beverage on really cold nights or mornings: green tea, always

How they like to comfort/care for themselves in a slump: kanda likes to throw his head aggressively onto your lap and lie there with a scowl until you coax his problem out through his grunts. you ask questions and when you've figured it out, you help him process it

What they wanted to be when they grew up: he thought itd be punk-rock to own his own store. he didnt know what it entailed, but once he was in a independent store with tiedoll and he explained why it wasnt like [insert chain] and when kanda said, "so, basically you're your own boss completely?" and tiedoll nodded he thought.. fuck yea. but what? what type of store, you ask? fuck if he knows or cares

Their favorite kind of weather: summer blue skies with those big, cumulonimbus clouds!

Thoughts on their singing voice: he can sing, and he's good at it, too. he's only shown it once, to prove to allen that "singing's not that hard, dumbass. anyone can do it." he's well aware not everyone can, but he liked gloating when he pulled out an angelic deep timbre in front of the friend group. if he sometimes randomly starts smiling menacingly, just know he's thinking of that memory

How/what they like to draw or doodle: hes the type to just write words in cool fonts or styles. especially swear words LMAO

these were so fun omg,,,,, hes so edgy im sorry but im also really not

send me a character and ill fill out these headcanons

[romana-colasour]

“Para otro año contigo Alma”

Flufftober 2024. Día 5: Feria.

Es Año Nuevo y siguiendo sus costumbres, Alma se lleva a Kanda de paseo al festival de Año Nuevo en las calles.

Wrote my fics Yulma fic but it’s in Spanish u.u still, if you can read Spanish and like fluff you should read my fic ^^

Kofi - Commissions page

[hyper-drive-muses]

get to know the mun! repost, don’t reblog.

— BASICS

nickname : Trombone

pronouns : He / Him

zodiac sign : Taurus

taken or single : Married!

anything else? : The name Trombone comes from exactly where you think it does. I was a band kid, and I wound up, eventually, falling in love with the trombone, and that's the instrument I ended up playing the most. It's also paired with an OC of mine's name to give my full online monicker.

— THREE SERIOUS FACTS

-I was diagnosed with depression and anxiety from a young age.

-I've worn glasses for my poor sight since I was eight, so, over 20 years now.

-I got to marry the love of my life recently, and she's wonderful, and amazing, and sometimes I will gush about her.

— THREE RANDOM FACTS

-I'm a cosplayer. My cosplays have actually been posted here on Tumblr (by me).

-I've got quite the collection of Flygon charms, pins, and figures, and even an amazing, quarter sleeve tattoo.

-I once got a famous actor to sign a picture of me in cosplay as one of their characters, and he got the biggest kick out of it.

— EXPERIENCE

-I've been role-playing since 2010-11? I started both in texts and notebooks with one of my friends at school, and on Gaia. Started with the script text, but quickly graduated to at least paragraph responses. I'm new to the Tumblr RPC, but it's been so welcoming with my single muse blogs, so I figured I'd include a multimuse to get my brain to stop being so loud about the current muses.

— MUSE PREFERENCE

-Currently, my single muse blogs, Tobirama Senju and Indra Otsutsuki from Naruto, but the brainrot settled on Leon and Raihan from Pokemon, and also Yu Kanda from D.Gray-Man has been awakened again.

— FLUFF / ANGST / SMUT

FLUFF : I do love me some good fluff.

ANGST : I feel like a thread can always benefit from some well timed and planned angst, but heavy angst threads are hard to keep up.

SMUT : If the muses are of age, and the muns wanna do it, I'm down for some smut, I don't mind. Mutuals only, though.

PLOT / MEMES : I'm open to both, but I'm a much more sporadic writer, so a vague plot works better in my mind, and I can throw random curve balls when they come. But, memes, yes! And I'll do my best to send them back in response!

Tagged by: stolen from @mused-like-roses

Tagging: None, steal if you like!

[blmangaprof]

Short and Cute Fantasy with Very Cute Art🔥💧

Trope: Tsundere Childhood Saviour

Classmates Fall in Love while Remembering their Childhood Encounter

Name: Monster Petite Panic

[lady-lilly-gray]

Omg do you have any other Kanda/Daisya headcanons?? They’re such a Pandora’s box to me 😭 I didn’t even think about them until I saw ppl on here talking about it and now it’s too late!!! I’m just thinking about them all the time 💜💙

oh hello there anon!

this ship is… a fascinating child to me. A half-crack fic idea came to me at work a few weeks ago, thinking about how Daisya’s character design almost looks like an early concept of Alma*, and it just spiraled. Fic pending (also it’s more yulma angst than kandai, but i’m trying—their relationship is actually the hardest thing for me to write)

*i know that, conceptually speaking, Daisya existed before Alma, but yk what I mean

also, as an aro/ace with no relationship experience, I’m not really a fluff writer to begin with; but I also project hc Kanda as aro/ace, so none of these are gonna be too romantic oops. They were fun to think up though!

— They never labeled themselves as being “in a relationship” but they were “exclusive”, if that makes sense

— Daisya would always tell Kanda how they should go to Bodrum on holiday. Kanda can’t imagine ever getting a break, and would therefore be dismissive of the suggestion; but he secretly was really looking forward to it.

— Daisya also promised to teach Kanda how to swim when they went

— When out on missions with Daisya, Kanda always tries to steal and hide Charity Bell (when they’re not fighting, duh) otherwise Daisya will bother him with it

— Daisya was always Kanda’s favourite sparring partner because he uses a long-range weapon (Lenalee is close range and Marie would always go easy on him) and was thus (in Kanda’s opinion) the most suitable opponent to practice fighting akuma

— Daisya is physically pretty weak, and Kanda would make fun of him for it; but Kanda would also always drag him to hand-to-hand training to help him not rely so much on his innocence

— Kanda beat Daisya at Backgammon ONCE and wouldn’t shut up about it for weeks. (Daisya beat him hundreds of times…and may or may not have let Kanda win that one time) this is not me projecting the fact that I have tried to learn how to play this game multiple times and honestly understand the rules less and less each time

— Daisya once tried to sneak some seasoning into Kanda’s soba… Daisya wound up in the infirmary for three days (Kanda felt a little bad)

— Even though Kanda hates sweets, Daisya tricked him into trying Baklava during a job in Greece once, and Kanda actually enjoyed it

— They once tried making some together… Jerry banned them from the kitchen

— Kanda was Daisya's first kiss; Kanda considers it his first kiss too

(I know it's played as a joke, and the light novels are more canon-adjacent than expressly canon, but I think we need to acknowledge the questionable implications of a 40(?) year old kissing a 1(3) year old -- even if he was inebriated)

[kitty-bandit]

Lost

Fandom: D.Gray-man Rating: E Pairing: Yulma (Alma x Kanda) Words: 2.4K Tags: Canon Divergent; Exorcist Alma; Established Relationship; Fluff; Humor...

Wrote this for Day 2 of Yulma Week 2023! Prompt used: Nature

Enjoy!

“We’re lost.”

“We are not lost.”

“Yuu, just admit it! We’re lost!”

Kanda grit his teeth, hearing the tension in his jaw as he pushed another tree branch out of the way. They’d been walking for hours in the woods after eradicating the akuma they were chasing. But the fight had them so turned around, he wasn’t sure where the town was—or even a road.

“You saying ‘we’re lost’ is not helping us find our way back to town.”

“Aha!” Alma announced triumphantly as he followed the path Kanda cleared through the undergrowth. “So, you do admit it!” Kanda rolled his eyes. “Alma, not now,” he snapped.

Read on AO3.

[kravchikfreak]

Drunken Confession

relationship: Heather/Astrid Hofferson additional tags: Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Fluff, Alcohol, Love Confessions, based on book quote

summary: ... I, although purely symbolically, was also tipsy. And well, as usual, felt like communicating with females, we men have an old tradition: “Had a drink? Confess your love to someone immediately!". A prerequisite - you can’t remember about it in the morning . - "Accidental travel: Baron Ulrich." Sergey Melnik

nglish isn't my first language so is socialization, so if anyone wants to be my beta i'm open to a dialogue, otherwise this poor translation will have to do if you know russian here's the original if you wanna read it on ao3

 "Astrid. Traditions are traditions. It can't be helped."

 Cunning smiles glow on twins' faces. It shows that Snotlout is going to blurt out something stupid yet again, so Hofferson gives him an angry look. She didn't take one thing into account - there is already enough alcohol in her and the guy's blood for her look to not be so angry and his self-preservation instincts to fail. So all she gets in response is drunken laughter.

"Or do you want to lose your membership in our club?" Ruffnut asks unexpectedly seriously.

A serious Ruffnut is a rarity. A serious Ruffnut under the influence? Better take her words with due attention. Astrid has no doubt that this could be her last drinking night with these guys if she refuses to follow this stupid tradition. It’s not that these guys are so cool, to be honest Hofferson thinks they're a bit of losers, but they consider themselves an elite, and getting bored with this bunch was an impossible task, so Astrid decides that confessing her love to someone is not such a high fee for the opportunity to keep hanging out with these three.

"Besides, you have Hiccup, don't you?" Tuffnut chimes in, giving his sister a big high five.

"Hiccup, right," Astrid laughs in response.

Hiccup, this skinny boy who has been pining for her for probably several years. And Astrid herself, she thinks, is not indifferent to him. He's awkward and kanda weird, but she's sure his heart is kind and the boy himself is a good guy. Or is it the alcohol talking? In any case, she won't lose anything if she confesses to Hiccup now. Even if in the end it'll result in some kind of relationship: if she likes it she'll only benefit from this stupid initiation rite; if she doesn't like it she can always say "sorrybye" and dump the boy.

 Astride takes her phone out of the pocket with slightly disobedient hands and shushes everyone before scrolling through the contacts, calling the right number. She hears beeps. The trio leans forward, Snotlout almost pokes her cheek with his nose in the attempt to be as close to the epicenter of events as possible. Annoyed Hofferson immediately slams her elbow into his chest, and hissing and ouching Jorgenson crawls a little further away to a safe distance from the feisty girl. His place is immediately taken by a no less curious Ruffnut, whose closeness Astrid has nothing against. Snotlout tries to vocalize something offended and indignant about this situation, but immediately is shutted up by Ruffnut hanging on him.

 The call is automatically rejected after a minute, but Astrid doesn't give up, she dials the number again and puts the phone to the ear, feeling the breathing of the trio frozen in anticipation in this silence that only gets interrupted by beeps.

"Hello," a sleepy and slightly irritated voice finally comes through the phone.

"Hey-hey, what's up?" Astrid says happily and too loudly.

"Are you out of your mind? Have you seen the time?"

Hofferson takes the phone away from his ear in surprise and looks at the glowing screen. Two in the morning.

"I have,” she assures, getting back to her contact.

The phone  is silent, but this silence is somehow tense that and she breaks it with the first thing that comes to her mind.

"Are you sleeping? Did I wake you up?"

"No, what are you talking about! What sleep? Of course I’m not sleeping," the sleepy voice replies.

But Astride is clearly not in the state to appreciate sarcasm right now.

"Great! Because I have something very important to tell you right now. Alright?"

"Astrid, are you drunk? Listen, I'm going to hang up now, and you go to sleep, okay? Call me when you sober up."

Hofferson sees Snotlout and Ruffnut sign at her something, whisper something with only their lips. Not that Astrid can read their slurred lips, but she can still tell what they're hinting at. Yes, she did in fact call for just one phrase, the conversation has been going on for quite a while now, but the main sentence hasn't been said still.

"No, no, this can't wait until the morning. Just hear me out, okay? This is very important. I don’t think I'll be able to tell you this ever again, so here it is... I love you!"

There is speechlessness. Only very quiet, almost inaudible breathing can be heard on the other end. Everyone in the room is  frozen too, but the guys don't even try to remove those stupid wide smiles from their faces, indicating that they really have to make an effort to not laugh. Suddenly there is silence at her ear, not even the breathing of the other person can be heard. Astrid almost begins to worry that she was hanged up on, when finally there's the voice on the other end, tired and even somehow sad.

"Astrid, you're drunk. This is the alcohol talking. Put the phone down and go to bed. Please."

She's not convincing? How can you not believe her? She’s not just saying it, not because of some stupid requirement. Well, yeah, sure, because of it. But... but...

"But it’s true!" Astrid blurts out, grabbing the phone with both hands and pressing it harder to her ear, as if hoping that this will keep her call partner from hanging up. She just needs to be heard out. "I truly love you, you know? So what it was the alcohol that finally helped me tell you, I’m saying this because it’s true. I love you. I love your eyes. Those green eyes. Has anyone ever told you they’re beautiful? I regret not telling you sooner. I love how you love animals. I love the way you care about your family. Sometimes I regret not being your family. I wish I were your family, so I could receive your care. But then I realize that it would be wrong to love you the way I do in that case. So I don't regret it anymore. I love your weirdness. Yes, you're weird, admit it. And I love that you are. And I love you. And you know, I'm glad. That I'm drunk. Because now you know. Because that's the only reason you know."

"Astrid."

The voice is too quiet and as if beaten down. It breaks off right after her name. As if this word alone is difficult to say. Astrid can almost see how the person on the other end is biting lower lip and squinting eyes tightly shut. But why? She can’t understand why.

"Astrid, please stop," is said with the same quiet and uneven voice. "You don’t understand what you’re saying. It’s not you."

"It’s me!"

"Please... you’ll regret it in the morning. I don’t want you to regret it."

"I wo..."

"Please, go to bed. I beg you."

The call abruptly ends. Astrid tries to dial the number again, but she's told in a hollow voice that the recipient's phone is turned off. It takes her a few seconds to remember that she's, in fact, not alone in the room.

The boys look stunned, and Ruffnut is completely shocked and doesn't even move. She doesn't even seem to be breathing.

"Wow," Tuffnut says, being the first to shake off this shackles of numbness. "That was something! Even Snotlout didn't cry like that during his initiation. And his weeping was something to see."

"Hey, I didn't cry," Jorgenson snaps, trying to get to the giggling Ruffnut, who easily dodges his half-hearted blows. "But yeah, Astrid. You put on quite a show. I never would've thought that you actually had feelings like that for that punk Haddock. Well, I mean, I thought you did, but not like that. Really, wow."

"That wasn’t Hiccup," Astrid hears a lifeless voice in her ear, as if during her conversation Ruffnut had been replaced by an android, a good one, but still an android.

The boys freeze, Snotlout gives up his attempts to slap Tuffnut, who stops laughing and looks at Astrid and then at his sister with a silent question, waiting for an answer from at least one of them. Hofferson purses her lips, shutting herself off from what’s happening again and plunging into herself, so Ruffnut is the one who has to reveal the cards.

"That was Heather."

Astrid ignores Tuffnut’s surprised gasp and Snotlout’s dropped jaw. She reaches for the still half-full bottle, setting herself the goal of getting drunk enough to not remember anything in the morning.

Bonus: (not planned, but while writing the oneshot I couldn't get this scene out of my head)

Her heart is pounding, as is the hammer in her head. She usually doesn't get headaches the morning after drinking, but this is more of a migraine from nerves than from a hangover. Astrid barely manages to keep herself on her feet and not let herself to run away. She stands in front of the door with the sign "7" right in front of her eyes, and uncertainly holds her shaking fist close, unable to bring herself to finally knock.

She slowly counts to ten. Then to twenty. Then to forty-three. She had planned to fifty, but as she mentally says "forty-three", she hears a loud knock and feels a slight pain in her knuckles. There is silence behind the door. And then she hears footsteps. Astrid closes her eyes, knowing that otherwise her heart would simply burst from the stress she was currently experiencing.

The door creaks open. Silence. Astrid hears uneven breathing. As uneven as her own. No one makes a sound. And Hofferson doesn’t mind. She could probably stand like this forever. With eyes closed, and simply feeling her presence and listening to her breathing. But the fear that just a little bit longer and the door will close, literally and metaphorically, makes Hofferson finally squeeze out of herself, much quieter than she planned, "It's morning. I don’t regret it. I love you."

Strong arms wrap around her, squeezing almost until her ribs hurt, but Astrid doesn’t mind. She even thinks that the embrace is too weak. So she hugs her back, afraid to let go, afraid that if she loosens her grip a little or opens her eyes, everything will disappear, it will turn out to be just a dream, a delusion, a drunken fever. She feels the body that is dear to her shudder under her hands. She does not hear the sobs, but she feels them. And then quietly, barely audible, at her shoulder there is, "I love you, too."

[summerwritesfics]

🏞️Pink Hair Dye

Pairing: Gen Length: 193 Words Rating: Teen Warnings: Fluff, Sisters, Teenage Rebellion Kuniklo’s Wish Arc 1: New Beginnings

Kuniklo’s Wish Masterlist

Notes: First piece of Original Fiction I’m posting ^^;; Just a really short character piece of two characters for a story called “Kuniklo’s Wish” (which… may or may not be an original re-write of an older fanfic or mine, but shh).

“You want to do what?” Pip exclaimed as her sister pushed the box of hair dye at her. “Uh, Kanda, you know Mom and Dad will kill you if you do this, right?”

“Yeah, I know,” Kanda replied with a self confident nod. “I know I’m supposed to be the ditzy blonde cheerleader, and perfect at all times, but I’m so tired of it.” Kanda pouted, and reached up to brush some of her hair out of her eyes. “It’s just a single streak of pink. It’ll wash out. I just… Want to be my own person for once.”

Pip sympathized with that. All she’d ever be to her Mom and Dad was a piano genius, and they hated that she had her own sense of style. Kandaja had always been the daughter they wanted her to be, it was definitely understandable that she’d eventually start to crack under the pressure.

Pip looked down at the pink hair dye. It was so Kanda that even in her teenage rebellion, she was still a girly girl at heart.

She looked at her sister, smiling before she nodded in approval.

“Alright. Let’s do this then!”

[commytator]

they are in love

[a-sad-writer]

title: a dangerous priest and a harmless demon

pairing: Kanda Yuu/Allen Walker

tags: alternate universe, soft Kanda Yuu, Kanda Yuu has feelings, Top Kanda Yuu, Pining Kanda Yuu, Poor Allen Walker, Allen Walker needs a hug, Bottom Allen Walker, Hurt Allen Walker, demon/human relationships, fluff, sharing a bed, cuddling and snuggling, kissing, Happy Endings, mutual pining, domestic fluff, ptsd, horses, holding hands, cottagecore, other additional tags to be added

summary: Kanda had spent years as a warrior. Fighting and killing were the only things he was good at. But now he had ended up in a village as a priest in training. Not that Kanda was overly religious but this here was something that he can do that might even be somehow something good. One day Kanda finds a demon in the village. The demon named Allen is small and injured and he asks for Kanda's help. So Kanda takes him in and protects him. From then an Kanda and Allen get attached to each other.

(The horse pictures above are supposed to be Mugen and Timcanpy from this fanfic)

[pompomexpress]

⭐ :)

Send a " ⭐ " and I will list muses I would be interested in throwing at yours

Sampo & Flynn & Aegis, bc i need more muses to annoy the hell outta them on the daily.

Caelus & Guy!!! Finally, someone normal enough to not traumatized that poor Guy... Maybe........ Is Caelus considered normal-

Pom-Pom & Gepard because the guy needs more FLUFF in his life also pompom is great at taking care of plants, it could help gepard???

Hehehehe, I just had a thought: March & Kanda :)))))))))))))))))))) He can't escape those people, he CAN'T.

Yanqing & Therion, stubborn meets stubborn, but one of them is like 4 (not the one you might think about).

Gepard & all my musessssssssssssss.

[0rainy0muses0]

Allen can't help but send a scowl Kanda's way. His words are blunt and truthful, they dig into the soft part of his heart that he's managed to keep despite everything he's seen and experienced in his life. Not only are the twins sleeping peacefully, but they're right on top of him ( or, well, Ozzie is at least ).

In such close quarters, with such short notice, he should be able to summon his Innocence and claw through them easily. It would only take a minute at most--then their souls would be free and they can rest together. Be at peace. Allen sighs shakily as he removes the gloves covering his hand and gazes upon his left.

He does nothing more than rest it upon Ozzie's head again, dragging red fingers through the fluff to reach his ears and scratch behind them. There, that's better; he can feel the soft floof now. It calms his heart ( when had it started racing? ) and he can feel the rise and fall of a big chest ( he matches his breathing, his own had started to race ). Slowly, Allen's hand cease their trembling ( did he almost have a panic attack? )

"You're right." He says, voice catching on the last word, followed by a wet sounding laugh. Allen...has he ever told Kanda that before? He can't remember.

So it was for Lenalee. That made sense, really. Though, it would seem she'd need to wait for a while if she actually needed him. Maybe she'd come to find him herself, and be able to free them… or more likely, she'd join the pile. Whether by her own free will, or by being kidnapped by one of the twins in their half-asleep cuddly state.

Kanda was about to rebuke the comment of being here willingly, to formulate some kind of excuse that allowed him to avoid disclosing the truth; that resting on them helped him ease his anger ridden mind. Helped him forget about… everything. Just for a bit.

Then Allen went on about the duo. About the futility in trying to end them. A struggle that Kanda knew very well. They were fast, and completely unwilling to fight. It made landing any blow a challenge.

And then they proved to be dumb and useful- finding a piece of Innocence and giving it to them instead of taking it back to the Earl.

It made killing them drop on the priority scale drastically. But… Well, he wanted to make a point to Allen. “They're sleeping, and you don't need to even draw a weapon.” Kanda stated plainly. “If any part of you really wanted to… ‘send them on’, you would be able to right now.”

He paused. Let his words stick, before he simply lets himself ease. Relaxing as much as he could in his trapped status. “But you won't. Because you're you. And I won't, because they're more useful than they look.”

[keulixeutin]

Acquiescence

a/n: this is super old, now revamped.  i was just thinking about it and thought i’d clean it up and send it back out into the world.  i would absolutely not count on me to write any dgm right now; that requires an entire reread since it’s been a while lmaoo.

summary: kanda can’t sleep, so he opts for the back-up plan he swore he’d never use. kanda x gn!reader 

cw: light fluff if you squint lol, some skin touching skin. nightmares, comfort. gn!reader, gender neutral pronouns used.

wc: 955.

Kanda shoots up out of the bed.  Sweat clings to the back of his neck and edges of his forehead.  He sweeps his hair off to one side of his shoulder to try and dry his skin, and then he pulls his knee close and rests his head against it, catching his breath.  His heart is loud—embarrassingly so, considering it was just a nightmare.  His reality as an exorcist is worse than whatever his brain can conjure up in sleep.

Or maybe, his brain didn’t conjure up false images.  Perhaps, it was a memory.  It certainly felt…familiar.  Or maybe it’s just a reoccurring dream.  He doesn’t know.

Kanda sighs, groaning internally.  H knows from past experience that he’s either staying up all night, tossing and turning, or jerking away every time he falls too deep asleep.

A thought strikes him then—a voice.  Your voice.  

Plan B.

—No, fuck that.  He’s not doing that.  His pride is strong and it’s late in the night.  Plan B is simply out of the question, he tells himself.

He lays back down.  He’ll just have to tough it out, he thinks.

However, just as he expected, he spends the next thirty minutes shifting and twisting his body in various positions.  His body sinks into the sheets in exhaustion, but sleep feels so far out of reach.  He has just come back from a three-week long mission; the fatigue has been building, and this is supposed to be his first night where he gets more than four hours of sleep, and yet here he is, eye-bags burning in the dark.

When another minute ticks by without any sign of sleep, he rolls over to face the wall and growls irritably.

 Plan B, he hears you say again.

He doesn’t even know why it’s called Plan B.  It should be Plan Z, because the next step should be banging his head against the walls until unconsciousness. 

With a soft snarl at himself and the universe, Kanda swings his legs over the bed.  He grabs a thin shirt form the chair and slips it over his head.  The cool air hits him quickly when he opens the door and steps out.  The hallway is lit with candles and torches; large and ominous shadows dance along the stone beside him as he steps toward your room.  

When he hears a noise, he pauses, tense, but it’s just the machinery and loud groans from the Science Department.  Nothing else but the flickering flames moves in the halls, just the way he likes it—the last thing Kanda wants to do is explain why it is he’s outside his room in slippers and sleeping clothes.

He picks up speed, taking a left, then a right, and another left.  The memory is strong, even though he’s only been there once.

Soon, before he could talk himself out of it, he’s in front of your door, hand hovering over the wood in hesitation.  He tries the handle—it’s unlocked.  He doesn’t bothering knocking.

You aren’t awake, but the sound of your door opening, however soft it is, pulls you from your sleep.  You shift through sleepy sands, back to reality, and push up on your elbows.  Lit gently by the glow of faint flames, Kanda stands in your entrance, hair undone around him, sweat beads along his temple, and eyes glued to the wall right behind you.

“Plan B?” you ask, yawning.

He grunts.

You pull back the blanket and pat the spot beside you.  “Come on,” you say.

He should go back, he thinks.  He shouldn’t be here.  Over a nightmare?  A stupid dream?  A—

“Hurry up,” you say, interrupting his thoughts.

He swallows his pride and then closes the door behind him.  The first step is hard, but the second is easier.  Before he knows it, he’s at your beside and sipping in beside you.  Your body heat immediately greets him; he pulls his shirt off and throws it on your floor to balance the new warmth.  You turn your back to him and face the wall, eyes closing quickly.

He’s suddenly doubting his decision, feeling uncomfortable and unsure and embarrassed.  Plan B is stupid.  A terrible, awful, idiotic idea.  How is this going to help him get any sleep?  How are you going to keep the nightmares—the memories—away?

Suddenly, you reach behind yourself and grab his wrist.  You pull him closer and lay his arm around you, placing his hand on the peek of your skin below the hem of your shirt.

Kanda’s stiff, but he hears you say, “Relax.  Never know until you try.”

“Shut up,” he mutters.  He doesn’t need you to tell him that, he thinks irritably, but the annoyance is just hiding the frustration and fluster.

“Relax,” you whisper.  He thinks you’ve fallen asleep immediately after, and all he wants to do know is follow you in those peaceful shadows.

Kanda closes his eyes and forces his body to unwind and soften.  He tilts his head toward your smooth neck, breathing in your scent of soap and tea.  The hand at your stomach slips an inch under your shirt, pressing against your beauty marks and battle scars.  He hears you sigh serenely.  You reach back and tug on his hair gently; his dark locks spill around the two of you.

He sighs into your skin and finally—finally—falls asleep.

And he dreams.

He dreams of you; he’s sure of it, but he can’t quite remember.

In the morning, though, when you roll over and grin groggily at him, his hair twirled around your fingers like a question and his hand on your waist like the answer, he thinks maybe it was something like this.

[alienaiver]

For the ask thingie how about kanda + “you really are an idiot, huh” 😭

CLEO HI !!! im sorry i didnt realize this was ur main im so sLOW !!!! [insert clown emoji] but this was such a cute little sentence !!! i hope you enjoy it!! my favorite fact about kanda is that hes into gardening bcos it is THE CUTEST FACT EVER i thank hoshino every night before i go to sleep for that honestly !!! <333 it got a little out of ahnd so im putting some of it under a read more !! :') <3333 (also i do not know a lot about gardening so this might feel like a random set of plants but thats bcos theyre the only plants i know IJSUFHUSEFHSE)

The first Sunday in May is an important day in your household. It’s repotting season in Kanda’s small indoor garden. You help him as much as you can with great joy but must admit that you don’t really have the same green thumb as your husband does.

Not all plants are repotted today but he usually goes around and inspects the plants the two weeks up until today to determine which needs a new pot and which can stay in their current ones. It’s a fun experience for you, to see your oh-so-stoic husband so relaxed, talking to his plants as if they had life – which they do of course, but you seem to disagree on what kind.

In front of the worktable there’s seven plants situated. Next to the table there’s two bigger pots requiring new soil, he says. Next week you’re going to attend the flowers in the garden outside and it’s also the time where Kanda blossoms. This is your favorite season.

There’re two cacti in need of new pots and Kanda looks in the back cabinet after some in appropriate sizes for them, ranting about how his Monstera has grown so much in the last year that he might need to buy a new bamboo stick for it. “Didn’t we buy one a month ago?” you ask, situating the plants after which you know how to help with. You hear him sigh, “no that was the one for our tomatoes.” He sounds almost exasperated but after being married for so many years you detect the small smile – he’s happy to share any and all thoughts about these subjects.

“Come and help for a sec,” he says and you go to him. He’s looking at two decorated flowerpots – one with lotuses on it, the other with a simple and green pattern. “Which do you think fits the current corner over there?” he points to the corner filled with a good section of plants you’re not entirely sure of the names of – you know one is a Snake Plant, because he bought it recently. They’re all dark green in hues so you decide on the lotus one – to give it some color. He grunts out a thanks and kisses your cheek.

You’re situated by the table, currently replanting a Spider Plant – or so you’ve been told – meticulously. Kanda’s already on his third plant but with your tongue sticking out, you’re still carefully letting the soil off of the roots. Kanda’s given you pointers before but he’s learned it’s best to let you do it in your own tempo. Before he gets up to repot the bigger ones, his hand gently grabs your face to get your attention and turns it towards him, “you’re so concentrated you’re not even listening,” he muses with a smirk, “I wanted to ask for a kiss.” He clarifies before he leans in. You lean into him with a smile before he pulls away and bops your nose with his pointer, “I’ll be on the floor, if you’re so scatterbrained and suddenly can’t find me.”

You want to rebuke him but all you do is stick your tongue out at him before you get back to work. Your fingers are dirty with soil but the serotonin boost it gets you feels nice, reconnecting a bit with nature. You think this might be why Kanda enjoys it so thoroughly.

When you’re satisfied with the loose roots of the plant, you start to fill the fresh soil into the new pot halfway, making a hole in the middle so that you can gently sink down the plant. You then put soil on top of the newly situated plant and with a proud nod, you call to Kanda so that he can praise you. You hand it to him and he grunts out a positive hum, nodding approvingly, “not bad.”

With newly sprouted confidence you go to grab another handful of soil, a new pot, and the cactus that’s to your left. It’s the taller one with three … sprouts? You’re not sure what to call them – you’d classify them as three cacti but Kanda’s assured you that they’re not.

You’re not completely aware of your surroundings or your thoughts you because before you get to lift the cactus off of the ground and towards you, a prickling sensation and sharp pain erupts in your entire hand. You yelp out and drop the cactus immediately – even though it hangs on to you for a few seconds longer than you’d like.

Kanda’s up immediately at your sound of distress, his reflexes serving him well. You whine as you drag your arm towards you to inspect the damage but Kanda takes it before it reaches your face. He inspects it with a small chuckle.

“I’ll go get the tweezers.”

You’re whining at every needle he pulls out of your taut skin. The need to pull your hand back and close it to a fist is strong but his grip on your arm is stronger. He tuts at you, “you really are an idiot, huh?”

“Not fair! You distracted me with your handsome face!” you argue with your underlip jutted out in a pout. He chuckles, “my back was turned to you.”

“Does that make you any less handsome?” you counter with an air of annoyance. He takes it in stride by smiling and gently rubbing circles into your arm with his thumb, “just keep still, I only need a few more.”

Another groan leaves you and he sighs and stills, “I’ll give you a kiss as a reward if you hold still.”

Your back straightens and your face turns determined. He smirks at your sudden resolve but continues his work in silence. He’s not sure how to express his gratitude that you’re always willing to join him on this day – even if you do get hurt during it.