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Merry Xmas and Merry Yullen!!!!

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once a cute dumbass

always a cute dumbass

(inspired in this) >> http://incorrectdgm.tumblr.com/post/153521414137/allen-dont-talk-down-to-me-kanda-well-i-can

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‘‘Those were the memories you didn’t want anyone to touch, right? Alma and “that person”… I’m sorry.’’

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Guerra Santa

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if anyone is interested I’d love to do some writing requests/prompts! ask box is open. 💕

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僕は僕でいられるん だろうか。アの言う通り 作り変えられ ていて ほんとう 本当の「アレン」が いるとしたら。

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[DGM] Hello it’s me again with your periodic Yullen drawing

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and I'm seeing it again, with you.

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imagine Kanda’s fingers almost touching whenever he places both hands on Allen’s waist

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Feeling like to draw another one, still wanna play with the lighting a little bit. 

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starting off yullen week w/a screencap that I choose to over-analyze for my agenda. episode 17

Keep reading

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Art by  Alan_Gertz  (XYZ)

Posted with Permission (reprint/edit and/or commercial use prohibited)

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just want these two puppies to be happy, is it too much to ask :(

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Modern AU Kanda has a black leather jacket that he wears almost every day, you can't tell me otherwise. Maybe it has spikes on the shoulders and maybe it has some patches sewed onto it. Allen likes to borrow it. It's huge on him. Kanda thinks it's cute. Taking off the jacket and wrapping Allen in it when the weather gets chilly satisfys Kanda's protectiveness and his be-a-good-boyfriend urge.

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[DGM] Honey and Awe

And the last 2 prompt fills for your ask! Again thank you for requesting them! These last two were really fun to write as well, even if they were really sad too. (The first one takes place in an AU-verse that Ai and I came up with for one of our RPs, but it can be read as stand alone/a regular AU too)

29. Slowly, the words dripping from your tongue like honey //AU

Allen slipped in behind him before Kanda could even register his presence, though honestly at this point it wasn’t really that surprising for them to share a shower. Especially when, “You know how hard blood is to get out of my hair.” Allen shoved at Kanda’s shoulder playfully, “Switch places with me?” Kanda easily shuffled to the side so Allen could douse his hair, then grabbed the nearby shampoo and quickly dumped it onto Allen’s hair. “We didn’t get it too late, did we?” He asked, rubbing the purple concoction into Allen’s hair, “Don’t want it to fucking stain.”

Allen made a horrified sound, “Don’t jinx it! Remember what happened last time?!” “You had to cut a good few centimeters off. I know. You were crying over it. Lenalee was crying over it. You couldn’t pull your hair back for about six months until it grew out again.” Kanda shook his head here and snorted. But at least it was better than fucking worrying, of dwelling on the fact that they’d both just been covered in fucking blood not even an hour ago. And the reasons behind that. “Where is Lenalee anyway?” Allen asked, “I know I stayed behind to help but I thought she’d be asleep on the couch at least.” “She was until Komui picked her up.” Kanda dunked Allen’s hair under the spray and watched as the soap suds ran down around his fingers. “Said he didn’t want to let her out of his sight for a week.” Allen laughed dryly at that, even though it really wasn’t funny. “Okay. As long as she’s safe.” Then suddenly he was turning around to face him and Kanda actually had to take a step back in the tiny ass shower so Allen wouldn’t get water in his eyes. “And how are you feeling?” Kanda blinked, then glanced down at his arms, chest, no wounds remained–as always. “I’m–fine…?” Oh. Oh fuck. He knew where this was going. He grimaced, “I’m serious. I’m fine. I tried to avoid as much as I could. I know you–” Don’t like it when I’m hurt. But Allen still looked like he was about to dammit cry and shit, fuck– “I love you.” The words were thick like honey, coating the back of his throat, and it made Kanda feel both happy and sad–the strange sticky mixture of emotions that he’d been feeling lately because of all the shit that kept happening.

So he did the only thing he could think to do and tugged Allen closer, uncaring that now both of them were naked, wet, in the shower, and now out from under its warm spray because that? Didn’t matter right now. What mattered is– “Yeah. I love you too, okay? We’re okay.” And he’d fight to keep it that way.

31. In awe, the first time you realised it //canon(ish) 

He realized it the moment he caught up with Allen again.

After months of traveling around, of evading The Order–of working with The Order, all in an elaborate kind of scheme where he would, in the end, deceive them all. Because he wasn’t on Neah’s side, and fuck if he didn’t have his own breed of resentment towards The Order–no. He was on Allen’s side. And only Allen’s side. Which was why it really shouldn’t have been such a dammit surprise that that was the way it chose to manifest itself. He was staring at Allen’s sleeping (or rather, unconscious) form and he wanted so badly to shake him awake just so he could tell him. But Johnny and Link had both said the kid needed to sleep, because apparently what he’d just found out–from Cross Marian himself (and wasn’t that a fucking surprise? Did anyone ever actually stay dead?)–had been more than a little draining. He both did and didn’t understand it. Or to be more percise he really couldn’t give a damn about anyone else but Allen right now. Wasn’t that a change? “You know if you keep staring at him like that he will wake up.” Link called out from the entrance to the room. “And I don’t think even you should do that.” Kanda turned to look at Link, who also looked his fair share of exhausted (again, he was written off as dead by everyone, but that was less surprising. Leverrier was a man with very little morals) and sighed. “What the fuck do you want?” “For Allen to get some rest. Without you looming over him.” “Tch wasn’t that what you were doing until a short while ago?” Link had the decency to flinch at least. “I still haven’t talked to him.” Why was he talking to Link about this? Fuck. “I’m sure you do. But surely it can wait.” “it’s waited.” Kanda snapped. “For fucking months. For however fucking long it took to find him again.” Link took two steps into the room before stalling. Kanda turned back in time to see Allen roll over listlessly in his sleep. “Probably a nightmare.” Link sounded sad, or as close to sad as he could. “He’s had those recently.” Kanda crouched down next to Allen and, against his better judgment, pressed his fingers against Allen’s scar. Almost immediately his eyes snapped open. “…Kanda?” Kanda heard rather than saw Link back away from them and slowly shut the door. But he wasn’t really paying attention to that, no, not when Allen was staring at him wide eyed and scared. It hit him again, that same awe inspiring feeling that he hadn’t felt in–fuck he didn’t know how long. But of course the words died on his lips. “Shh, go back to sleep. It was just a dream.” Allen reached out and grabbed Kanda’s coat sleeve, “You’ll stay?” Kanda stared at him a little wide eyed. What? “Yeah. Sure.” Allen immediately relaxed, but instead of letting go he let his hand drift down to Kanda’s hand and squeezed it before letting his eyes drift close. Well. Fuck. Kanda was kind of screwed wasn’t he?

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Me at 12:30 am thinking about how Kanda smiled and called Allen by his real name instead of moyashi back in Alma's arc