D.Gray-man. Lavi/Allen.
So I am too lazy to write properly but still want to tell a story. Here it is. I call it lazy writing, you may call it some butchered incarnation of 1sentence fic, whatever. These numbered themes I use, are in fact, stolen from 1sentence comm, and I write them for the third day's overall prompt, which is Fear. I know it's cheating, I knoooooowww.
Now enjoy some Laven eloping into the setting sun in a post-apocalyptic world.
#32 - Farewells
When the world ends, it doesn’t end with a fanfare. It stutters and… halts. Everyone drops, one by one, lifeless on the dirt. Some of them don’t even have a single drop of blood marring their skin. Lavi says akuma sucks the life out of them. Allen doesn’t quite believe him.
#48 - Unknown
The first few days after the end, they just sit and wait. For surely, this mysterious illness, it will come after them, too. The echoes of their own breaths hollow the space between the two of them.
#05 - Run
But it doesn’t come for them. They stay at the headquarter until food runs out and the corpses rot; the smell so bad that they can sense it four stories away in the attic where they hide so they don’t see. Allen imagines he can hear flies buzzing around the dead things. (He doesn’t call them “them”, can’t deal with them being “them”).
#44 - Hope
On the second day after their food runs out, Lavi speaks up, “We should get out of here. Somewhere, there must be someone somewhere.”
It sounds too much like wistful thinking. But, if there's one thing Allen knows, is it's better to keep hoping. He has walked this far, he can keep going.
#23 - Fire
They start a fire sometime after the sun sets. They don’t speak, letting shadows dance over them. There's no one. They passed through two towns today and found nothing alive. The taste of smoke from the fire is acrid in Allen's tongue. He wishes he had time to burn all those bodies. Give them proper burial, like the one they did for their comrades back in Black Order's HQ.
At some point, Lavi breaks the silence, quoting a phrase he recognized from one of his favorite book, "We are all in the gutter, but some of us are looking at the stars."
Allen tips his head to face the constellation of stars above their head. There's no one anymore, no civilization, and those stars shine so bright in the lack of artificial lighting marring the night sky.
#03 - Memory
Lavi writes when they have enough fire going to be able to see clearly at night. He tells Allen it's not because old habits die hard. Lavi writes in case there’s someone he can pass this memory to.
#22 - Journey
They walk and walk and walk, passing forests, farms, and towns.
#08 - Cold
They settle in an empty hut for a day. Blizzard hits hard outside, painting the world in white. Allen watches Lavi’s breaths puff out white wisps every time he breathes out.
“Enjoy the view?” Lavi asks. Uneven grin tugs his mouth.
Allen swats the back of Lavi’s head.
Lavi laughs. “Here,” he says, opening his arms wide. “I won’t let you die of cold on my watch."
Allen scuttles closer to Lavi, his back against Lavi’s chest and let the man drapes a thick blanket over the both of them. Lavi’s arms are a reassuring weight on him.
#27 - Fall
Their first kiss happened rather abruptly, but not unexpected; the latter, at least, on Allen's part. Allen caught Lavi on the ruin of the stairs of an old church in a nameless town.
"Don't run," Allen told him. "This is scary, but don't run."
He put as much conviction into his voice and his eyes as he could, standing inches apart from Lavi, pressing the other's back against the stone wall.
Cold draft was coming in through the arrow slits high above their heads. Allen shivered, but not because of the chill. He was afraid; he was bloody afraid.
"See?" he showed Lavi his trembling hands, plaintive now. "I'm scared too."
Lavi's eye widened. Allen could almost see that clever mind grounded to a halt. "I--" Lavi said.
Allen decided yanked him down, a hand behind his neck, and kissed him.
Now enjoy some Laven eloping into the setting sun in a post-apocalyptic world.
#32 - Farewells
When the world ends, it doesn’t end with a fanfare. It stutters and… halts. Everyone drops, one by one, lifeless on the dirt. Some of them don’t even have a single drop of blood marring their skin. Lavi says akuma sucks the life out of them. Allen doesn’t quite believe him.
#48 - Unknown
The first few days after the end, they just sit and wait. For surely, this mysterious illness, it will come after them, too. The echoes of their own breaths hollow the space between the two of them.
#05 - Run
But it doesn’t come for them. They stay at the headquarter until food runs out and the corpses rot; the smell so bad that they can sense it four stories away in the attic where they hide so they don’t see. Allen imagines he can hear flies buzzing around the dead things. (He doesn’t call them “them”, can’t deal with them being “them”).
#44 - Hope
On the second day after their food runs out, Lavi speaks up, “We should get out of here. Somewhere, there must be someone somewhere.”
It sounds too much like wistful thinking. But, if there's one thing Allen knows, is it's better to keep hoping. He has walked this far, he can keep going.
#23 - Fire
They start a fire sometime after the sun sets. They don’t speak, letting shadows dance over them. There's no one. They passed through two towns today and found nothing alive. The taste of smoke from the fire is acrid in Allen's tongue. He wishes he had time to burn all those bodies. Give them proper burial, like the one they did for their comrades back in Black Order's HQ.
At some point, Lavi breaks the silence, quoting a phrase he recognized from one of his favorite book, "We are all in the gutter, but some of us are looking at the stars."
Allen tips his head to face the constellation of stars above their head. There's no one anymore, no civilization, and those stars shine so bright in the lack of artificial lighting marring the night sky.
#03 - Memory
Lavi writes when they have enough fire going to be able to see clearly at night. He tells Allen it's not because old habits die hard. Lavi writes in case there’s someone he can pass this memory to.
#22 - Journey
They walk and walk and walk, passing forests, farms, and towns.
#08 - Cold
They settle in an empty hut for a day. Blizzard hits hard outside, painting the world in white. Allen watches Lavi’s breaths puff out white wisps every time he breathes out.
“Enjoy the view?” Lavi asks. Uneven grin tugs his mouth.
Allen swats the back of Lavi’s head.
Lavi laughs. “Here,” he says, opening his arms wide. “I won’t let you die of cold on my watch."
Allen scuttles closer to Lavi, his back against Lavi’s chest and let the man drapes a thick blanket over the both of them. Lavi’s arms are a reassuring weight on him.
#27 - Fall
Their first kiss happened rather abruptly, but not unexpected; the latter, at least, on Allen's part. Allen caught Lavi on the ruin of the stairs of an old church in a nameless town.
"Don't run," Allen told him. "This is scary, but don't run."
He put as much conviction into his voice and his eyes as he could, standing inches apart from Lavi, pressing the other's back against the stone wall.
Cold draft was coming in through the arrow slits high above their heads. Allen shivered, but not because of the chill. He was afraid; he was bloody afraid.
"See?" he showed Lavi his trembling hands, plaintive now. "I'm scared too."
Lavi's eye widened. Allen could almost see that clever mind grounded to a halt. "I--" Lavi said.
Allen decided yanked him down, a hand behind his neck, and kissed him.