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kinkfestTitle: Don't You Let Go of Me
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Rating: PG
Warnings: None, other than hints at a future threesome
Word Count: 980
Summary: Hours before the end, they come together for comfort and a reason to hold on.
A/N: For the prompt D.gray-man, Lenalee/Allen/Lavi: in need, before the final battle - Just a moment of peace
In a few hours from now--half a day at most--an alarm will go off, loud enough to wake everyone but the dead. It's an eternity and it's not long enough.
Everyone in the Black Order is finding a way to occupy the time until they know where the Earl's final strike will take place. Some are sitting at the ready outside the Ark, checking and re-checking their equipment between catnaps. Some are sitting in the refectory, eating and sharing gossip as if it were any other day. A few are spending the time in prayer. One is reading as fast as he can, trying to get to the end of a novel in case he never makes it back to finish.
Three people are curled up in bed together, sleeping peacefully. So peacefully it looks like they may be among those who won't respond to the alarm.
Shoes, boots and jackets have been tossed aside for the sake of comfort, but beyond that they are fully dressed. All they are doing is sleeping. Still, the way Lenalee's head is pillowed in the crook of Lavi's shoulder and the way his cheek leans against the top of her head holds a promise. There's another promise in the way Allen spoons up behind her, one arm slung over her to hold her to him. Lavi's hand rests over Allen's, covering it completely. That, too, is a promise.
The important thing now is that they are holding each other. Or rather, two of them are holding on to the third, anchoring themselves to her.
When the word came down that the final battle would begin soon, both Lavi and Allen made their way to Lenalee's quarters. There was a brief moment of fluster and stammering when they both showed up at her door at the same time, but Lenalee opened the door when she heard the commotion.
When she saw them both, she just smiled and invited them in. Simple as that.
Then, it was a matter of brewing tea and talking about everything but what would happen before tomorrow's sunrise.
As for Allen, he didn't talk about the Fourteenth, and how he felt his adoptive uncle always leaning over his shoulder, one hand always poised to push Allen aside. Instead, he taught them how to play poker and then showed them a few of his favorite cheats--but not until he'd used them to allow them each to win a few hands each.
Lavi laughed and joked and picked up Allen's lessons with frightening speed, trying them out eagerly no matter how Lenalee pouted. And while he didn't talk about it, he simply enjoyed being Lavi. He was aware of the cracks in that identity left after Road's attack, and he felt the weight of nearly half a hundred other persona bearing down and sending those cracks spidering out futher and further.
And if Lenalee didn't talk much, it was simply that she didn't have much to say. Two of her favorite people were there with her, and they were happy. She could just bask in their company, and remind herself of just why she would be going into battle in less than a day. She almost said that she wished Kanda was also there, but while she would have drawn strength from his presence, he would gain the most strength from solitude. She did wish that her brother was there, and the panicked looks on her friends' faces was enough to make her laugh for five minutes straight.
No, her world was not perfect, but it was good, and she had two people right in front of her to remind her of that.
The tea table was small. Almost too small to play cards, but it also was small enough that Lenalee could lean over slightly and rest her head on Allen's shoulder and at the same time reach down without stretching and take Lavi's hand in hers.
"I know I shouldn't say it, but I will: I love you both so very much."
Then, before either of them could say anything, Lenalee spoke again.
"Promise me that you'll live. Please tell me that you'll do what you can to live."
Her eyes were closed, and she smiled softly. Lavi and Allen stared at each other in panic. There was no way they could make that promise. So, Lavi simply squeezed Lenalee's hand gently while Allen reached up and brushed a stray lock of hair away from Lenalee's eyes.
Her suggestion that they all lie down together was greeted with a flurry of panic, but she turned bright red and laughed, protesting that she didn't mean it like that. Still, she didn't protest when Lavi leaned in and kissed her, and she showed no hesitation when she rested a hand on Allen's face and gently kissed him before he could pull away.
"Stay with me." She stood up and held out her hands to them. They took hold, and if it was with desperation, she didn't say anything about it.
The hours passed quietly, and now, as the end to all of their struggles draws ever nearer, the two men lie on either side of the woman who has told them she loves them. They hold on to her, they hold on to each other.
They hold on to the lives she wants them to keep safe. Lives that have little to do with their physical safety.
It doesn't matter that 'Lavi' is meant to be cast aside when he takes Bookman's place. He will patch up the cracks and make them stronger.
And maybe the Fourteenth will need to step forward to bring down the Earl, but Allen will only let himself be pushed aside for so long.
They never said so, but they will keep the promise she asked them to make.
They will stay with her.
Author:
sophiapRating: PG
Warnings: None, other than hints at a future threesome
Word Count: 980
Summary: Hours before the end, they come together for comfort and a reason to hold on.
A/N: For the prompt D.gray-man, Lenalee/Allen/Lavi: in need, before the final battle - Just a moment of peace
In a few hours from now--half a day at most--an alarm will go off, loud enough to wake everyone but the dead. It's an eternity and it's not long enough.
Everyone in the Black Order is finding a way to occupy the time until they know where the Earl's final strike will take place. Some are sitting at the ready outside the Ark, checking and re-checking their equipment between catnaps. Some are sitting in the refectory, eating and sharing gossip as if it were any other day. A few are spending the time in prayer. One is reading as fast as he can, trying to get to the end of a novel in case he never makes it back to finish.
Three people are curled up in bed together, sleeping peacefully. So peacefully it looks like they may be among those who won't respond to the alarm.
Shoes, boots and jackets have been tossed aside for the sake of comfort, but beyond that they are fully dressed. All they are doing is sleeping. Still, the way Lenalee's head is pillowed in the crook of Lavi's shoulder and the way his cheek leans against the top of her head holds a promise. There's another promise in the way Allen spoons up behind her, one arm slung over her to hold her to him. Lavi's hand rests over Allen's, covering it completely. That, too, is a promise.
The important thing now is that they are holding each other. Or rather, two of them are holding on to the third, anchoring themselves to her.
When the word came down that the final battle would begin soon, both Lavi and Allen made their way to Lenalee's quarters. There was a brief moment of fluster and stammering when they both showed up at her door at the same time, but Lenalee opened the door when she heard the commotion.
When she saw them both, she just smiled and invited them in. Simple as that.
Then, it was a matter of brewing tea and talking about everything but what would happen before tomorrow's sunrise.
As for Allen, he didn't talk about the Fourteenth, and how he felt his adoptive uncle always leaning over his shoulder, one hand always poised to push Allen aside. Instead, he taught them how to play poker and then showed them a few of his favorite cheats--but not until he'd used them to allow them each to win a few hands each.
Lavi laughed and joked and picked up Allen's lessons with frightening speed, trying them out eagerly no matter how Lenalee pouted. And while he didn't talk about it, he simply enjoyed being Lavi. He was aware of the cracks in that identity left after Road's attack, and he felt the weight of nearly half a hundred other persona bearing down and sending those cracks spidering out futher and further.
And if Lenalee didn't talk much, it was simply that she didn't have much to say. Two of her favorite people were there with her, and they were happy. She could just bask in their company, and remind herself of just why she would be going into battle in less than a day. She almost said that she wished Kanda was also there, but while she would have drawn strength from his presence, he would gain the most strength from solitude. She did wish that her brother was there, and the panicked looks on her friends' faces was enough to make her laugh for five minutes straight.
No, her world was not perfect, but it was good, and she had two people right in front of her to remind her of that.
The tea table was small. Almost too small to play cards, but it also was small enough that Lenalee could lean over slightly and rest her head on Allen's shoulder and at the same time reach down without stretching and take Lavi's hand in hers.
"I know I shouldn't say it, but I will: I love you both so very much."
Then, before either of them could say anything, Lenalee spoke again.
"Promise me that you'll live. Please tell me that you'll do what you can to live."
Her eyes were closed, and she smiled softly. Lavi and Allen stared at each other in panic. There was no way they could make that promise. So, Lavi simply squeezed Lenalee's hand gently while Allen reached up and brushed a stray lock of hair away from Lenalee's eyes.
Her suggestion that they all lie down together was greeted with a flurry of panic, but she turned bright red and laughed, protesting that she didn't mean it like that. Still, she didn't protest when Lavi leaned in and kissed her, and she showed no hesitation when she rested a hand on Allen's face and gently kissed him before he could pull away.
"Stay with me." She stood up and held out her hands to them. They took hold, and if it was with desperation, she didn't say anything about it.
The hours passed quietly, and now, as the end to all of their struggles draws ever nearer, the two men lie on either side of the woman who has told them she loves them. They hold on to her, they hold on to each other.
They hold on to the lives she wants them to keep safe. Lives that have little to do with their physical safety.
It doesn't matter that 'Lavi' is meant to be cast aside when he takes Bookman's place. He will patch up the cracks and make them stronger.
And maybe the Fourteenth will need to step forward to bring down the Earl, but Allen will only let himself be pushed aside for so long.
They never said so, but they will keep the promise she asked them to make.
They will stay with her.
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