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pockyxx · 3 years

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“ christmas day ”

iwaizumi x fem! reader

genre: domestic fluff. (dad! iwa, uncle issei + uncle takahiro, mentions of uncle toru)

the sun poured into your bedroom, comfy blankets draped over you and your husband’s intertwined bodies. it was christmas morning and you knew that you children would come storming in any moment.

as expected, tiny foot steps pattered along the hardwood floors. you smiled to yourself pretending to still be asleep while you felt the weight of the bed shift just the tiniest bit.

“mommy wake up it’s christmas!” your youngest, misa shook you lightly as you acted as if you just woke up.

“what really it is?” you shook your husband, “hajime did you know it was christmas?!” your daughter giggled as hajime woke up himself.

he rubbed his tired eyes before getting a look at his two girls. he gave an equally shocked expression, causing more light hearted giggles to erupt from misa.

“does hiroki know?” he asked, groggy morning voice sounding in the quiet room. this caused a laugh to come from the hallway. peeking head through the door frame, hiroki your oldest child tried to over his mouth with his hands.

hiroki looked more like iwaizumi than you, in face the spitting image of him when he was young. he was two years older than misa who was 4.

“i tried to tell misa not to wake you but she didn’t listen.” he inched closer to the bed. hajime laughed, gesturing him to come to the bed along with misa.

as both your kids sat in between both of you, hajime jumped up, tickiling their bellies and roaring like godzilla.

from the squeals and giggles from your children, you couldn’t help but close your eyes and enjoy the sound of their voices.

you pulled misa closer to you, “hey bug did santa come?” her eyes widened with a child like glee before she grabbed her brothers arm, dragging him out while exclaiming ‘we need to see if he ate our cookies!’

hajime looked over at you with a wide smile, pressing a long passionate kiss onto your lips. as he pulled back he’d transferred his smile onto you.

“let’s go, the kids are waiting.” you both got up, the morning routine had been put aside for the day. hajime looked just excited as your kids, scrambling to get his cellphone ready for pictures.

both of you walked down the hall walking in on misa and hiroki gasping at the missing cookies and half drunk mug of milk.

misa ran up to hajime, pulling on the brim of his sweater, “daddy, daddy santa ate our cookies!” she gave a toothy smile.

“and he drank our milk!” hiroki added, running over to you. you beamed down at the two children who eagerly rushed to their presents under the tree.

“alright bug.” hajime looked at misa, then to hiroki, “bubs, which gifts do you guys want to open first?” he let the kids scan over the gifts, both picking out ones with similar wrapping.

“good choice,” you sat down at the couch, “those are both from uncle toru, he sent them from argentina.” it was clear by her expression misa was thinking, ‘where’s argentina?’

nonetheless both of your precious children began unwrapping and tearing at the boxes. misa shot up at her gift, holding it up in praise.

“look what uncle toru got me!” she waved up a small white puppy stuffed animal with a small purple colour and a brown spot in the shape of a heart.

she hugged it with all her might while hiroki pulled out his own gift, his eyes wide in marvel.

“uncle toru got me a dinosaur kit!” both kids were equally energetic and it was only the first present. hajime smiled as he video tapped, asking “alright what do we say to uncle toru?”

both chimed in with thank yous as hajime stopped recording and sent the video to his friend.

the morning was filled with opening presents and slowly sipping coffee as the children had already started playing with their toys and trinkets.

hajime sat next to you in the living room as misa played pretend with her new puppy and hiroki was trying to set the new volleyball given to him that year. your husband nudged you a little, slipping his hand in yours and bringing it up for a kiss.

“merry christmas darling.” he winked at you as you laughed, looking at the time, getting up to put the christmas turkey into the over. in the kitchen you could hear the hushed voices of your kids along with their father.

you walked back into the room to see what they were up to and all of them straightened their backs, hiroki and misa holding something behind their backs.

“go on give mommy her gift.” hajime placed his hand on hiroki’s back and he stepped forward, pulling out a box.

“oh, i made a card too mommy!” the card in question was mostly just a picture that misa drew herself of your small family. of course there was hajime, standing tall with exaggerated spiked hair, with you right next to him, a small heart connecting both of you. then misa had drawn both herself and her brother holding ice cream cones, why? who knew but it was adorable.

“thank you so much babies! should i open the gift now?” both kids nodded vigorously as you shot a cheeky look to hajime. you sat down on the couch, hiroki wiggling in on your left and misa to your right.

“hm, i wonder what it could be...” you played along, slowly unraveling the ribbon keeping the box together. gasping when you saw it, you looked up at your family. “this is so pretty.”

“the kids helped me pick it out.” hajime rubbed the back of his neck as you picked up the small bracelet, “will you help me put it on?”

misa quickly ran over to your aid and snapped on the bracelet. you pecked her cheek and pulled hiroki in as well and planted a kiss on his cheek, to which he crinkled his nouse. “you too.” you smiled up at your husband who leaned down and kissed you.

both you children gagged slightly in a joking manner while you and hajime laughed at their expressions. you looked at the time.

“now you two need to go clean your room and get dressed— uncle issei and uncle takahiro are coming over for dinner.”

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“alright, room check bug!” hajime called out before entering his daughters room. he held his fingers to his chin like he was deep in thought.

“hmm... nice work bug.” he swooped down rubbed her head causing her to jump.

“daddy your gonna ruin my hair!” she pouted, hajime took her up into his arms and laughed,

“you really are you mother’s daughter. let’s go see if your brother did just a good of a job.” he walked with misa in his grasp as he pushed open hiroki’s door.

the boy sat in front of his mirror, trying to properly button up his dress shirt. hajime placed misa down, telling her to go help you set the table.

“dad can you help me?” he frowned, flapping his arms down after failing to fix his shirt. hajime chuckeled, kneeling down.

“‘course bubs.” he smiled, carefully realigning the buttons so hiroki’s shirt would be even. hajime put his hands on his son’s shoulders, smiling profusely before giving him the same pat on the head that he gave his daughter.

the doorbell rang and hiroki’s head shot up, “uncle issei and uncle hiro are here!” he rushed out of his room and to the door.

hajime wasn’t too far behind as he met you and the children at the door. you fixed a clip in misa’s hair before opening the door.

mattsun and makki stood at the door, carrying gifts for the children and wine for the adults.

“for you two.” mattsun bent down and passed the two same size boxes as makki leaned forward, a nice bottle of wine, “and for the mr and mrs.” he handed you the bottle as the two stepped in and stood off both their coats and winter boots.

“how are the two of you?” mattsun asked, hands on his hips, watching the children shake the gifts trying to figure out what was inside.

“we’re doing good, come come, dinners already ready.” you guestured bringing everyone to the dinning table where the meal was spread out like you said.

“hope the drive up wasn’t too bad.” hajime mentioned, sitting down across from his high school friends. they shook their head.

misa ran to mattsun’s side, hiroki not too far behind, “can we open the gifts now?!” they were too hyper. mattsun looked at you two for approval and you nodded.

“go ‘head.” he smiled as the adults resumed their chit chat. hajime shook his head slightly as he saw his kids rip more wrapping paper from the corner of his eyes.

“you guys really didn’t have to, it’s bad enough oikawa spoils them all the way overseas.” they all laugh at the comment.

“mommy look we got remote control cars!” misa showed you, holding a red racer while hiroki held a blue one.

“don’t forget to say thank you.” hajime reminded them as they scurried to their uncles, bowing in thanks. it was almost like hajime could read their minds as he continued, “you two can race them after dinner.”

both pouted but listened to their dad nonetheless and silently the food was passed around. a quick ‘thank you for the food’ and everyone had dug in. it was a saying that the food was tasty is no one talked over the meal.

in this case, it was true. a few snickering comments and ‘hiroki use your napkin’ later everyone was stuffed.

“y/n the food was was..” hanamaki mimicked a chefs kiss before falling back in the chair. issei agreed, pouring himself another glass of wine.

you shook your head, thanking them for them for the compliment while misa tugged on hajime’s sleeve.

“daddy, can me ‘n hiroki race our cars now?” he nodded, “of course bug, just make sure not to break anything.” and like that they rushed off to give the toys a whirl.

mattsun and makki talked about how their jobs where going or in makki’s case, how the job search was going. bringing up how much the kids had grown since the last time they saw them, despite it not being that long. you laughed as they retold embarrassing stories from highschool. overall, the night was fun.

by 10:30 both misa and hiroki had gotten a bit bored of racing, finding their way back to the dinner table.

misa sat in hajime’s lap, tiredly flipping through pages of ‘volleyball monthly’ but mostly to just observe the picutres since she’d only just started learning to read.

“hey isn’t that uncle toru?” she asked, pointing to a picture, everyone laughed and nodded as hajime explained how he was playing for argentina and how they’d made it past the qualifiers for the olympics.

misa woke up slightly, “daddy will you teach me to play volleyball too?” it was in that moment that you could swear you saw tears in hajime’s eyes as he nodded in agreement.

his friends all smiled, seeing how truly soft iwaizumi had become. they’d always known him as a rough-around-the-edges sorta guy, who was a strict vice captain. now, he was just a strict coach but he was also a family man. they mentally applauded his duality.

the conversation slowly began to die down, hiroki had started to read a book he got, dismissing himself for bed while misa had managed to fall asleep on hajime’s lap.

“do you want me to take her up?” you offered but your husband shook his head, carefully getting up and carrying misa to her room.

“iwaizumi is a good dad.” matsukawa stated, leaning forward in his chair with a smile. you agreed, telling them all about it.

“i’m not surprised he’s managed to get them both into volleyball.” takahiro laughed as well.

“yup, hiroki just started volleyball lessons and misa’s still a bit too young but i’m sure hajime will keep that promise and teach her when she’s old enough.” you placed one hand over your other, feeling the wedding ring you adorned. “he really is a great father, just something else.”

while up in misa’s room, hajime has placed the 4 year old under the covers, placing her head gently on her pillow. he smiled, cautiously taking out her hair pins, scared they were going to hurt her if she turned over.

she had subconsciously grabbed ahold of the stuffed animal oikawa had gotten her and he smiled. hajime placed a kiss on her forehead, “‘night bug.” he whispered, too quiet to wake her as he turned on her nightlight and left the room.

his next stop was hiroki’s room, and not surprisingly he was already in his pajamas, under the covers. with his book in hand, he smiled when he saw his dad.

hajime sat on his bed, peeing at the book. “how’s the reading coming bubs?” he asked while hiroki yawned slightly.”

“it’s good dad, they’re about to go on a quest to stop the demon king.” he laid his head down on the pillow. hajime laughed, “i’m glad you’re enjoying it but it’s bed time now.”

hiroki nodded, placing his book mark where he left off, sliding it onto his nightstand. hajime couldn’t stop smiling.

“goodnight bubs, sleep tight.” he chuckeled, placing a kiss onto hiroki’s forehead, the boy’s eyes fluttering shut.

“goodnight dad, say goodnight to mommy too.” he turned on his side.

“will do.” he nodded, turning off the lights and making his way back to the dinning table.

once issei and takahiro had taken their leave, wishing them all the best you and your husband could finally unwind.

hajime’s kissed your shoulder playfully, smiling into you skin as you changed into pyjamas. you turned around, hugging him with all the energy that was left in you.

“your so good to us.” he said into you ear and you laughed.

“speak for yourself, haji.” you kissed him again, “you’re an exceptional dad.” he blushed at the comment, tugging you to bed and under the cover.

you found yourself in your usual spot, head on hajime’s chest with his large arms stayed snaked around you.

kissed were thrown back and forth, small conversation about how you two would need to burn off all the food that you ate today.

hajime lookedbdown and thought you were sleeping, pressing a kiss to your temple, you let out a small confession. “i don’t know what i’d do without you.”

you peaked your eyes open and his cheeks reddened realizing that you heard him.

“i don’t know either but i’m glad we have each other.” you laughed, pressing your ear to his heart beat.

“yeah, y/n, i love you so much.” he kissed you before slowly closing his eyes.

“i love you too.” and like that you two fell asleep together after celebrating another christmas with your beautiful children.

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cthulhuliet · 3 years

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playing his game

6.1k words | AO3 Link | warnings: explicit content, canon-typical violence

L is hoping for something-- to see any flash of Kira behind Light's eyes. He would do anything to draw him out again, even play a silly party game for a brief hint. He ends up with more than bargained for.

“Ok, truth or dare,” Light asked, looking expectantly at L.

“Is this really a good use of our time?” L bit the corner of his thumbnail, pointedly looking away from Light.

“You have asked that already,” Light crossed his arms, annoyed, “And I don’t see any better use of our time,”

L knew that, in a way, Light was correct. The Kira case had reached a cold spot after Light and Misa’s imprisonment, which left L feeling depressed and unmotivated to work on anything (despite the… encouragement from Light). Playing a party game with a teenager was towards the bottom of his priority list. However, that teenager was currently L’s prime (and only suspect) in the most difficult case of his career, so it would be foolish not to play.

Furrowing his eyebrows, L pulled his knees closer to his chest, “Fine, we can continue,”

“Truth or dare,”

L paused for a moment. He knew that even if Light asked something incriminating like his name for truth, he could simply lie or refuse to answer. Though, it is interesting that for the past rounds, Light has simply been treating this as a fun “get to know you” party game, while L is looking over his shoulder and analyzing every one of his questions.

“Dare, I suppose,”

Light smirked, “I dare you to take these off,” He shook his wrist, the handcuff jangling with the movement. L said nothing, simply raising an eyebrow, “Eh, worth a shot,” Light stood up from where he was sitting and quickly reached over to the coffee table behind him and put the phone in front of L’s feet, “Fine. I dare you to prank call Misa,”

L opened his mouth and closed it, shaking his head, “No, I am not doing that,”

“What? Giving up already?’ Light smirked leaning in close to L. He could smell the aftershave on his cheeks and the toothpaste on his breath, “I guess that means I win, Ryuzaki,”

A ripple of heat waved through his blood. Despite being a stupid party game, L was not about to lose, especially not about to lose because of Misa. He snatched the receiver from Light’s hand, “No, you do not,” He put the receiver between the crook of his shoulder and ear, “I am not about to lose to you, Light,” A devilish grin spread across Light’s face, as he wordlessly dialed in the numbers. It was only when the line was trilling did L realise how ridiculous this was. Covering the end of the receiver, he whispered to Light, “What am I even supposed to say?”

Light looked like a child at a birthday party, biting his lips to fight off a smile, “Figure it out,”

The line connected and he heard shuffling on the other end, “Light? Why are you calling? It is 2 in the morning,”

L froze, looking at Light with owlish eyes, begging for help. The latter would be of no help, seeing as he was using every muscle in his body to suppress his laughter, “Oh, apologies for the late call Misa, this is actually Ryuzaki,” His voice felt stilted and awkward, but she didn’t seem to notice.

“Oh, is Light still awake?”

“No,”

There was an elongated pause, L could hear Misa’s quiet breath on the other line, “Do you need something? This better not be something perverted, calling me at 2am…”

L rolled his eyes, “Of course not. I, uh, just wanted to let you know that… Watari is making waffles tomorrow. Do you want me to put you down for some?”

Misa hummed on the other line, “I don’t know, all that sugar will make me fat,”

“These are 0 calorie and organic fair trade,” He goaded.

She sighed, taking a moment to consider, “That actually sounds lovely. I don’t know why you had to call me instead of just waiting until morning.”

“Uh-”

“It’s probably just an excuse to hear my voice,” She giggled, “It’s ok Ryuzaki, I won’t tell anyone,” Misa yawned dramatically on the other line, “I am going back to bed. Tell Light to come visit me tomorrow.”

“You realise that I would also be-”

“Goodnight!” The call disconnected. L pulled the phone away from his ear and slowly put it back onto the cradle. He looked over at Light, amusement sparkling in his eyes, “Misa is looking forward to a date with you tomorrow,”

Light slapped a hand to his forehead and started laughing. There was something infectious about Light’s laugh that made him smile too.

“Ryuzaki, that was the worst prank ever,” He choked out between chuckles.

Light’s smile lit up the room and L could feel swells of warmth coursing through his body, hitting him gently like waves on your ankles in the ocean. Light’s smile, his genuine smile, was one that lit up a room and kept people watching. When his laughter and joy reaches his eyes, L is not surprised about Light being so popular. And in moments of weakness, L could see why he would fall for him as well. Though, that warmth was nothing compared to the twisting of the icicle in his gut. The flaring up of every neuron in his nervous system, with anxiety spiking up to 11. The logic center of his brain turning him and shaking him by the shoulders, begging him to remember that none of this is real .

The real Light would have never laughed like a schoolboy as L prank called his girlfriend, finding hilarity in something so trivial. The real Light would never playfully, but softly, ruffle L’s hair, telling him to lighten up. The real Light would never look him in the eyes, and thank L for playing along. The real Light would have never let L see a single moment of vulnerability. He would have never admitted that the toll of this case was genuinely making him extremely stressed. He would have never apologized in that moment for punching L, admitting to him that sometimes he reacts with anger when faced with complicated emotions. No. Because the real Light laughs at others he deems beneath him, and not with them. The real Light had more brick lined walls with white lies as cement built around his true emotions. This is not Light, this is not Kira--The real Light doesn’t care about other people, the real Light only cares about himself.

And yet it was so easy to get lost in the fantasy. So easy to allow L to sink into the idea that this is who Light really is. Light is, and always will be, the hard-working honors student. He always will be charismatic and charming and clever. Light always will have a strong sense of justice. Light always will be a bit bashful and awkward when confronted with any embarrassing emotions. It’s easy to look at Light that way. It is easy to see Light the way his family, the way the task force, and the way the world sees Light Yagami. Of course it is easy. It is easy to ignore red flags when you are looking at a monster through rose-colored glasses.

L watches Light balance his heels against the wall, attempting to do a handstand for his dare, and he almost wants to stay like this with Light forever. A part of him wants to take what is given to him and keep Light like this. His emotions are at war as he needs to grapple with the fact that it would be selfish to quit now. L knows deep down that there is a good chance will die at Kira’s hand, and a large part of him dreads the moment he sees Light behind Kira’s eyes as he closes his for the last time.

Kick his heels against the wall, he tries the handstand as well. The blood rushing to his head does help L clear his head a bit. He looks at Light, sitting on the floor but hanging off the ceiling, small chuckles escaping from his lips but nodding, telling L that he is impressed.

L scoffs, but not because of Light’s seemingly patronizing comment (which was most likely sincere). It is so easy to love Light like this. But he doesn’t think that he could ever truly love Light without everything else. Without the dubious morality, without the knowing smirks and mental chess, without Kira . Loving Light like this is easy, but L hates easy.

“Wow, you’re surprisingly flexible,” Light told him, L huffed out an exhausted breath when his feet finally touched the ground again.

“Thanks, my joints aren’t exactly what they used to be, but I am glad I could still do that,” L grabbed a teacup off of the coffee table and sipped the contents of the mug. Cold.

Light shook his head, “Well, maybe if you didn’t pull your knees up when you sit and crouch like this … you would have an easier time,” He pulled his legs away from his chest and sat cross legged.

L simply rolled his eyes in response, “I sit as I want, and still only struggled slightly more than you, despite being over half a decade older than you. I would be more concerned with your flexibility then commenting on my habits,”

Shaking his head, Light threw a pillow at L’s face, “I don’t like when you say it like that, Ryuzaki,”

“It doesn’t matter what you like and not, I am simply stating the truth,” L cocked his head to the side, “Not to say that you do not have your strengths as well,” Hooking his finger in his mouth, his eyes trailed over Light’s toned biceps and broad shoulders, “Those years of tennis are still owing you favors it seems. No wonder you are so popular…”

L trailed off, eyes still trailing over Light’s figure, the latter now rubbing the back of his neck, “I hope that is not the only reason… And the attention isn’t always… great…”

L hummed, “I am sure Misa-Misa is not the biggest fan of all the attention you garner from other women,” Light did not respond and L narrowed his eyes at him. The other man refused to make eye contact with him. His fingers were twitching and there was a faint redness on his cheeks that was certainly not from the previous physical activity. L clicked his tongue, “Why do you not like Misa?”

Light was pulled out of his own head, “What?”

“That is my truth or dare question.”

“What if I pick dare?”

“Then I dare you to tell me the truth.”

Light frowned, glaring at L. The two locked eyes for a brief moment and it was hard to tell what Light was thinking.

“ He really does have pretty eyes ,” L thought, “ Iris that are too brown to be red, but when they hit the light just right, it is the opposite, with golden flecks dancing around the pupils …”

“I don’t dislike Misa, it’s just…” Light sighed, leaning back on his hands, “I am just not interested in her-- romantically that is-- and I have informed her multiple times of my feelings but… She does not seem to listen, or more likely she does not care,” Light bit his lip, looking down at the carpet. L subconsciously followed the same action, “It is difficult to be around someone who doesn’t seem to listen or respect your wishes.”

“I see. I apologise that you have to be around me so much then, Light.”

Light looked up at him and frowned, either confused or simply playing dumb. L took his finger from his mouth and shook his wrist, the chain rattling. In response, he rolled his eyes, “That is different, Ryuzaki.”

“Oh?”

Light nodded, “You are not doing this because you want to, this is for the Kira investigation. This situation benefits both of us. I get to prove to you that I am not Kira, and you get your suspicions of me assuaged. I never really agreed to be Misa’s boyfriend.”

“I see.”

“Besides,” Light chuckled slightly, “It is much easier to have a conversation with you than with her,” He closed his eyes, and shook his head. L watched carefully as his hair fell over his eyes, “And even without the overbearingness, I could never see myself dating someone like her.”

L leaned forward. Anyone with worse balance than himself would have most likely fallen on their face, but he was hooked onto every word coming out of Light’s mouth-- pure voyeuristic curiosity getting the better of him, “What does Light look for in a partner?”

Light’s expression shifted. He was not uncomfortable, L determined, but his eyebrow was raised and eyes narrowed, looking suspiciously at L, “Does it matter?”

“This is truth or dare. This is a truth question.”

“You already went.”

“I am going again.”

“Have you ever played this before?”

“You can do two in a row for me.”

Light shifted on the floor slightly, sighing, “Fine,” He uncrossed his legs and stretched them out in front of him. He looked up at the ceiling and thought for a moment. L thought as well. What kind of person is Light Yagami? What does he want in a person? Surely if he is going to bring another person into his life, in a close intimate way… Is that someone he even wants? Human connection is essential for survival, but for Light, one needs to think more critically. What does he get out of it?

“This is hard,” Light muttered, “I don’t know. I suppose I want what anyone wants… Someone kind and honorable, probably intelligent as well. A person who shares interests with me, something like that I suppose.”

L said nothing for a while. He pressed his thumb against his lips, critically staring at Light. He narrowed his eyes, “That is incorrect.”

“Excuse me?”

“I asked you a question, and you refused to give me a truthful answer. For once, stop lying, Light, you are not very good at it.”

Light eyes flashed red for a moment, and he leapt to his feet, staring down at L still sat on the floor, “What the hell are you talking about? You asked me a question and I answered it when I didn’t even have to, now you’re saying that I am lying about what I told you?”

“That is exactly what I am saying, yes,” Light balled up his fists, and L instinctively steeled himself for an oncoming punch. He would not be able to react if he hit him from this angle, but there is a possible countermove he could make one he gets to Light’s level playing field. Though, instead of a punch, Light yanked the chain, hard, forcing L to his feet. L yelped, his balance unsteady and he felt as though he would trip and end up on the ground again at any moment. He only had to worry about that briefly, as Light balled up the front of L’s shirt and harshly pinned him to an opposing wall.

Light’s hands were pressed hotly against his chest, his knuckles digging into his sternum. He was sure he could feel how fast L’s heart was beating, and he prayed to God that Light assumed it was fear and adrenaline.

“I am not Kira, Ryuzaki, I know that’s what you’re thinking!” Light yelled in his face, the previous clean smell of aftershave was replaced with sweat and anger, “What, you think I am some heartless serial killer so I just want someone I could manipulate, or hurt? After all this time is that how little you think of me? You really think I cannot care about anyone?”

Light’s diction was filled with rage, and he tried to take that simply at face value, but L could sense the trepidation behind the words. Stripping them of their anger and removing Light from his aggressive position, they take on a new meaning.

“I am not Kira, Ryuzaki, I know that’s what you’re thinking!” Is that really all you see me as?

“...some heartless serial killer..” Have I not done enough to make you believe me?

“...don’t just want someone I could manipulate, or hurt…” I am a good person.

“ After all this time…” We are together 24/7 and you still don’t get it.

“...how little you think of me?” I am not made of ice, Ryuzaki. It hurts that you think of me this way.

“You really think I cannot care about anyone?” I have feelings. I care about people.

L’s breath was shallow at the close contact between them. He swallowed, choosing his words carefully, “I am not saying that, I am saying your reasoning is not entirely accurate. That is the surface level answer I would expect from a 12 year old. Light demands something more for his relationships. If you didn’t, then there are hundreds of intelligent, honorable people in Japan that you could easily be attracted to. But you are not, so what is missing for you? What makes you want to grow close to another person?”

Light’s hands balled even tighter, L could feel the stretching of the fabric around his shoulders and neck-- it dug into him uncomfortably, but the physical pain could easily be ignored in favor of the tinder in Light’s eyes, “ It’s not as simple as that! Who knows what anyone wants. Besides, how can you even ask that question? What do you even want?”

L shrugged simply, “I do not desire a relationship.”

“Liar.”

“Excuse me?”

Light smirked, “See how it feels?” L rolled his eyes, tired of Light’s petty actions. He squirmed to break free, but Light’s hold on him against the wall was too strong. It was only now that he was cursing the years of tennis and his taut biceps.

“You are behaving like a child.”

“Pot, meet kettle,” Light snarled, clearly losing his patience, “I did my best to answer, and that clearly wasn’t good enough. You aren’t even trying.”

“Why does it even matter, Light? It is a stupid question to begin with,” L muttered, desperately needing Light to move away from him. L needs to not be able to see the light dusting of freckles across Light’s cheeks and how his hair was curling up at the ends slightly or the traces of loose leaf tea on his breath or the equally shallow breaths coming from him holding L in place-- every one of his senses was being overwhelmed and the circuit was going to overload.

“Because, Ryuzaki, we are playing a game. Now play.”

L opened his mouth and closed it. He pursed his lips, “Fine. I do not desire a relationship because most people bore me,” Light’s expression softened, but his wide eyes narrowed in suspicion, “I meet others who are passably attractive and their traits are so transparent it doesn’t excite me. It doesn’t make me feel anything. If for whatever reason I were to want to have any kind of relationship, it would need to be exciting. I don’t do easy-- I want a challenge. A person who doesn’t challenge me I have no interest in keeping around long term,” Light’s grip loosened slowly. L sucked on his lower lip. “I need someone to keep me interested. Keep me on my toes. I want someone who tests me, who I can be in opposition with, but also who I can see as an equal. As shallow as it sounds, simplicity is not attractive. I do not believe I could ever find myself a partner, because just by existing, as L, I am a challenge,”

Light let go of L’s shirt, but simply stood in front of him for a while. He didn’t say anything, just stared at the other man with an unreadable expression, like he was emotionally undressing L.

“I see,” Light said, “That makes a lot of sense.”

L quirked up an eyebrow, “Really? Because most people would not say they want a pugnacious partnership like myself.”

“Well, you do not seem to be the type for domesticity.”

Light awkwardly dropped his hands to his side. It was moments like these that L remember that Light, well this Light, was still just an bright student who didn’t have much experience with dating, or possibly any kind of relationship at all. But still, if he prods enough…

“So, what about you?” L asked simply. Light looked at him and then pointedly stared out the window, “Well, there is no need to be shy now. You wanted me to open up, and now it is only fair,” L took a step closer to Light, instinctively biting his nail, “Besides, we are playing a game, aren’t we?”

“Well-”

“So tell me. I am morbidly curious,” L teased, hoping it would pull back some of the awkwardness, but it has no effect on Light’s overall demeanor.

Light sighed, running a hand through his hair, the chain rattling in its wake, “I obviously have… Desires. They are just the wrong… The wrong kind.”

Cocking his head, L frowned, “Please clarify.”

“The things I want, and what I can have are different. I don’t break rules on purpose-” L held back his comments, “- and I do my best to do what I think is right. But sometimes I do things just because… Well I feel like I should. And it is what is expected of me. My desires would be crossing every line…”

Light rubbed the back of his neck and stared off and out the window, his mind clearly somewhere else. L’s mind was also analyzing Light’s words. Desires… What does Light desire? He says it as if it is something uncouth, something forbidden. What is out of his reach? What motivates him? What gets him out of bed in the morning? What would Light kill for? Sacrifice himself for? What would Light put everything on the line for?

“What exactly do you want that your mind has deemed so wrong?” L asked.

Light shook his head and turned away from L, “No, I am not telling you.”

“Why not?”

“It will simply make everything worse.”

L raised an eyebrow, prodding more, “Light, you are my prime suspect in the largest murder case in recorded history; unless these desires are bloodlust, I doubt you can make anything worse.”

“Ryuzaki, enough, I am not saying.”

“And why not?”

Light turned around to face him, taking a step closer, “Why do you even care?”

L took a step towards Light, “Just for my own edification.” Lie. “Besides, you made me share and do things I did not want to.”

Light pushed a finger into L’s chest and slowly walked him back against the wall, “I do not owe you anything, Ryuzaki.”

“Of course not,” L grinned wildly, “But we are still playing a game.”

“No.”

“Truth or dare, Light?”

“Neither.”

L blinked slowly and tilted his head, “Then I guess you lose.”

Light scoffed, “Who is behaving like a child now?”

“Still you, somehow,” L smiled, and he watched Light grow more and more furious. It wasn’t as though he enjoyed pressing Light’s buttons, but he cannot lie and say it is fun to see the reaction of the typically calm and collected golden child come undone; it is refreshing to see the perfection mask slip every now and again. And when it did, L would be ready.

“I am not playing any more.”

“Forfeiting is still losing.” L smirked, and Light gripped the front of L’s shirt again, pushing him against the wall. The taunting brought back memories to the Lind L. Tailor ploy: laughing at Kira from miles away, begging him to try to kill him even though at that point L knew there was nothing Kira could do. Waiting for his next move. Waiting...

“Stop acting entitled, I don’t have to tell you,” Light’s breath was becoming more shallow, he was nearing his breaking point.

“Why don’t you just play the game?”

“It’s not just a game, Ryuzaki!”

“So, you’re admitting to losing?”

“Shut up.” Light warned him, the grip on L’s shirt becoming deadly.

L shrugged the best he could, “I didn’t realise that Light could fail so outstandingly at a party game.”

“Shut up!” He was desperate now. He was pleading. L wanted more.

“I would have thought that Light could just lie his way out of any situation,” He pressed a thumb to his lips, “He does seem to do it a lot.”

“Ryuzaki, I am warning you!” Light anger was almost at its peak. He was unraveling. L needed to push just a bit further. He was going to poke and prod and wind Light up. He needed to tear away all his layers until Kira stared back at him.

“Warning me of what, exactly?” L asked calmly.

Light pulled L towards him briefly before slamming him back into the wall, face mere inches away from his. His pupils were blown out and sweat sheened on his forehead and upper lip, “Shut up, before I shut you up.”

L chuckled lightly, before gazing hard into Light’s eyes, “I dare you to try.”

A challenge. L left it dangling in front of Light. He sweated out those painful seconds that felt like hours, waiting for when the bend became the break. What does Light Yagami do when his pushes turn to shoves? L braced for impact. He waited for knowing smirk, or a kick to the jaw, or a shove to the ground. He looked through Light’s eyes and waited for those too brown eyes to shift to familiar red.

When Light cupped both of his cheeks, and pressed his lips against, L’s he still waited. He waited for the punch. He waited for the slap. He waited. L waited as he pressed his lips back against Light’s, the other man softly sighing as he loosened his grip of the white shirt. L expected a harsher tug when Light threaded his hands through his messy black curls. L was waiting for the catch, waiting for the cruelty.

Light tilted L’s head to the side, kissing up and down his pale neck, “Is this ok?” He mutters into L’s ear, pressing a brief peck to the lobe of his ear. His subconscious was shaking him, telling him none of this is real , but Light’s lips were on his neck and roaming over his chest, and actions speak louder than words.

“Yeah… This is good,” L told him, breathy. If L didn't have it before, that was all the definitive proof he needed that this was almost-but-not-quite Light. Light is not the type to ask permission. Light takes and he takes. He consumes unapologetically, and has to be told to stop, rather than need permission to continue. There is something to be said in respect to the morality of messing around with someone who is not quite the same person as they used to be. L knows that Kira would never tenderly kiss him or softly suck love bites into the junction of his neck and shoulder, though it is undetermined if Kira desired him in any way other than in a coffin.

Light led him to their bed, and L should have stopped Light then, but he didn’t. As L unbuttoned Light’s pyjama shirt, he wondered what it would be like with Kira. What would Kira want? What does Kira desire out of a partner?

Light straddled his waist, and L’s wandering hands make their way up to his hips. Grabbing his wrists, Light pins L down to the bed. L groans in response and Light licks a stripe up his neck, softly kissing him before biting down on his bottom lip. L makes a noise he would typically be embarrassed by, but it’s ok, because Light is already hard.

“Control ,” he determined. Kira would never submit to anyone. He sees others as lower than himself, and he would never have the displeasure of anyone having authority over him. Kira would make his partners say his name over and over again, or call him “sir” or better yet, “God”. He would want a partner he could manipulate like putty in his hands.

Letting go of his pinned wrists, Light lifted L’s shirt and latched his mouth onto L’s nipple, licking at it slowly. L’s hands found their way to his waist, and he pushed Light’s hips down and he grinded their hard-ons against one another. L’s only wish was that Light’s moan in response was not muffled by his lips against his chest. He could only imagine the sound unabashed was heavenly.

Light sat up, and towered over L, a dangerous look on his face. L chuckled, hooking his index finger in his mouth as he spoke, “It is no fun if you are the only one in control,”

Smirking, Light attached himself to L nipple again, but instead biting down as he pressed his hips against L’s. He gasped at the action, and he could feel Light’s smirk.

“ No, that’s not right ,” L thought. Kira doesn’t like easy. Kira like a challenge. He doesn’t care about the people bending to his will. He’s met all of L’s challenges head on, it would make sense that Kira would want a little resistance. Kira would never let it go too far, taking charge in the end, but if Kira was to dominate, he wouldn’t want a submissive partner to simply do what he says: Kira would want to earn it.

Light made his way to L’s sweats, and pulled them down with a quick tug, his hard cock straining against his boxers. He palmed L through the cloth, and swallowed his moans by shoving his tongue in L’s mouth.

L was writhing underneath Light, all his nerves were alight with feeling the man everywhere on top of him. He ran his blunt nails against Light’s back. Light breathed in harshly through his nose and a low moan came from the back of his throat.

“Rough,” L mentally added to the list. Kira was the type of man who was not gentle about anything. Though, neither was L. He imagined getting fucked by Kira had a lot of bruises and scratches. He imagined the scratches would be rough and deep, leaving scars from the claws sinking into your skin. Harsh bites to the lip would draw blood-- a thick and metallic flavor that would make him dizzy, though you can’t drip nectar over his tongue and expect L to not love the taste.

He stripped L of his boxers, and L shivered slightly at the cool air. Light paused for a moment, and looked up at L, “I, uh, I have never done this before,” Light stared at L with his too-brown eyes, all wide and innocent, asking for help. L had to swallow down the part of him that wishes that it was still all an act. He sat up, and ran a hand through Light’s hair, kissing him and telling him it was ok, and that he would tell him what to do.

“Praise,” He added. Kira was a man who wanted to be a God. All Gods want to be revered, and it should be no different for Kira. Here was a man who wanted so badly for the world to know of his existence that he is risking the electric chair in order to be seen. He bends his idea of justice just to keep his reign intact-- that is the kind of man who wants a partner to tell them that he is perfect. To let Kira know that he is so smart, so handsome, so good . Yes, Kira is a principled man who doesn’t see he is evil. He wanted to be told he is good.

L’s head fell on Light’s shoulder, writhing and moaning in his lap. Light’s hands twisted up and down L’s cock. Light used his thumb and focused on L’s head, smearing the precum around it before returning to his steady motions.

“Yeah, you got it,” L moaned in Light’s ear, “I didn’t have to give you much direction at all. You’re doing so well, Light,”

L could hear a faint whimper from Light, and he bit into the junction between his shoulder and neck, imagining that under all the collars and button ups that Kira-- Light--- they dreamed of hiding a love mark there.

In a quick flurry of motions and direction, L moved Light out of his pants and boxers, and began slowly stroking him as well. Light paused his motions and gasped, digging his nails into L’s hips. L reasoned that it would not take much to make him come at all.

“Fuck, Ryuzaki…” Light said, low but rushed.

L hummed, using more spit and applying more pressure to his grip, Light’s eyes rolling to the back of his head, the gasps and whimpers increasing in volume and frequency.

“You’re so responsive,” L observed, pressing feather light kisses to Light’s neck that made him whine, “So sensitive…”

“W-well yeah, that makes sense.” Light ran his nails across L’s thighs, his well manicured ones were sure to leave pretty red marks.

L tilted his head to the side, “I wonder what would happen…” He questioned, and before Light could respond, L pushed him down on the bed, and took his cock in his mouth. L deep throated his entire length before focusing his attention to the head, moving his hands around Light’s cock in tandem with his licks.

Light threw his head back, one step removed from screaming as he begged loud enough for the whole floor to hear (not that there was anyone around).

L took Light’s cock again fully in his mouth, and that was enough to have Light coming, tightly gripping his hair and L’s name on his lips. L pulled off of him after swallowing and kissed Light softly on the lips. It almost felt wrong.

“You didn’t come.”

“It’s ok, I’ll be fine.”

Light’s eyes were wide, “I want to make you come.”

“Okay.”

“I don’t think I could do what you just did though.”

“That’s ok,” L brushed the brown hair out of Light’s eyes. His all-too-brown eyes. “You can just use your hands if you want.”

Light was beautiful, and it was easy to love Light like this. Easy to love Light when he was taking care of L. Licking his hand to keep his cock slick, seeing him bite his lip with every drop of praise-- not that L minds calling Light a good boy, or telling him that he is doing great for his first time and that he is making L feel so good.

Light kissed him like he meant it, his tongue brushing against L’s, inexperienced and messy but still erotic and tender. He kissed L’s neck as he warned Light that he was close, because of course he already picked up that that was one of L’s most sensitive spots. L couldn’t even bring himself to be shocked, because Light is just that brillant.

“Light… Light …” L whimpered his name as he came, moaning and pulling his hair. Light wiped the come off of his hand and onto the sheets. L was still panting, coming down from his peak, and Light kissed him softly on the lips. L cupped his cheek and kissed him back, feeling as though this kiss was the greatest line crossed tonight.

L threaded his hands through Light’s all-too perfect hair, holding him as they both settled down, the adrenaline previously running through their veins beginning to seep out. Light traced patterns across L’s neck, and L kissed his temple.

He tilted Light’s chin up and looked into those wide innocent eyes. L prayed that Kira was behind them, but he only saw Light Yagami. Perfect Light Yagami, not the monster Kira. The type of monster that is the only one that could love L completely. L felt like Light is the real victim here.

And yet, he still pulled Light in for another tender kiss, his grapple with his own morality was overpowered by the desperation to feel his lips against Light’s once more. Just once more. And once more…

Each kiss with Light felt like a burn, and L knew that any of those could be their last, but he really would not have minded if he was fully consumed by the flames.

#L and Light play party game and kiss #lawlight #death note #l lawliet #light yagami #death note fanfiction #dn #my writing #this actually has a lot of plot for what is essentially

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Light X Reader Part 2 - Betrayal

Part 1, Part 2

READ THIS PARAGRAPH IF YOU'VE RESD PART 2 BEFORE- So this paragraph used to talk about how I kept on remembering to save my drafts, and evidence of which isbthat when this was posted, it wasn't finished. I completed the whole story, and it was pretty long, but it all went to shit. So if you read this story before, feel free to check out the real ending.

@comradedani you brought me deep into the Death Note fandomm- And again, sorry for the low quality writing. I'm writing this at school lol

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"Y/N, Y/N help! I messed up!" B/N yelled as he busted in Y/N's room and opened his schoolbag. He pulled out a piece of paper and turned it towards his older sister so she can see. Y/N sounds around in her chair, facing her brother.

"Jesus, you scared me!" Y/N huffed, reading the paper B/N had. Turns out he had a report card in his hand; one with 3 Fs, 2 Ds, and 3 Bs. "And those grades scare me more, what the hell," Y/N stated, a sly smile appearing on her face. "Dad's gonna be pissed when he reads that, haha," Y/N laughed, leaning back in her chair.

"It's not funny! You know dad's all about good grades and ever since his detective work increased, he's been more stressed about grades! I don't want to get grounded," B/N retorted, making a pouty face. He put his report card back into his bag and picked up his bag. "And dad usually comes home at this time. You know he's gonna be curious."

"Well, just don't tell him you have your report card," Y/N said casually, returning to her homework in front of her. She leaned on the desk, writing down answers as if they nothing.

"Oh, why didn't I think of that," B/N rolled his eyes sarcastically. "Mom gets emails from my school, Y/N. She's gonna find out about and tell dad, y'know." B/N sighed, fumbling with his hoodie strings. He opened the door and spoke, "dad's gonna be home soon, so bye I guy." He then left.

Y/N sighed, trying continuing to work on her assignments as if nothing happened. Although her focus was never fully on her assignments anyway, and our reader should know why. It's hard to concentrate when your mind keeps on going to the man you love who you felt betrayed you. Though to be fair, Light and her were never dating to begin with however Light was completely aware of Y/N's feelings towards him yet he choose to put her in that situation: where she had to be calm even though she was hurting inside.

Y/N took a deep breath before leaning back in her chair and shutting her eyes tightly. Don't let the tears fall, you're too strong for this, she told herself. For the past week, she's been feeling nonstop regret and of course, sorrow. Not to mention pure jealousy of Misa Misa; a pretty, popular model/actor. She refused to question how Light got to meet a women like that, since afterall Light was popular as well.

"You know what? I overreacting," Y/N said to herself, standing up sharply in her chair. She stretched her arms before taking a deep breath and putting on a smile. "There's more important things to worry about; like that damb Kira case. All I need to do is just call him and ask to meet up, right? He's forgiving..." She told herself, taking a deep breath again to ease her anxiety.

For the past week, Y/N had been thinking nonstop about her yelling at Light. She hadn't seen him sense, and there's been no communication between them. From a certain perspective, it almost seems like they really are overdramatic and acting very edgy, which is definitely true to an extent. However two friends arguing over something that's pretty serious for the first time is bound to cause some trouble. And when one friend feels almost betrayed, it gets worse.

Anyway let's go to B/N after about 15 minutes.

"Good afternoon, B/N," the tall, H/C haired man with grey ends due to stress, spoke. He held a nice smile on his face as he took his jacket and put on the coat hanger then took off his shoes. B/N smiled nervously, chuckling unsteadily as he waved.

"Hi, dad! Uh...how was your day?" B/N asked, holding his report card to his chest. His dad raised a brow and snickered.

"Strange. You never care to talk to me when I get home. Only when you're hungry or your mom says no to something," he teased, making B/N huff and cross his arms. His dad chuckled, "I'm joking. Anyway, what's that you're holding?"

B/N smirked nervously holding out the paper for his dad to grab, which he did. "I got my report card today, haha." His dad scanned over it for a few moments, frowning and his eye brows furrowed together.

"Are you skipping school son? I've never seen grades this bad and you've had rough years," he mumbled as he walked towards the living room. He say on the couch and sighed loudly, making a shiver crawl down B/N's spine.

"Nuh-no... It's just that the teachers have been putting a lot of pressure on us since we're about to go into highschool, heh."

"I don't understand. Are you just not understanding the material or are they putting too much work out?" The dad looked his son right into his eyes, making the atmosphere a bit more tense. B/N felt weak under his eyes; it's not because he was scared of his dad, it's because his dad has really high expectations and he's scared of failing them.

"Both. It's both," he mumbled, fumbling with his hoodie strings and tapping them together, making that quiet metallic clinking sound. "And I've always struggled with math, too, y'know. I don't understand how they expect me to know the Pythagoras Theorem after simply giving me 5 assignments daily about it."

The dad stood up from the couch. There was a moment of silence before he spoke: "I have to make a phone call. If you go to the trunk of the car, I got you something in a plastic bag. Don't tell your mom," he smiled to his son as he walked away, leaving B/N both confused and curious.

A few hours later and Y/N hummed to herself, watching a movie featuring her favorite actor on the couch besides her dad. He was on his laptop typing away on the keyboard while occasionally glancing at the TV. B/N was in the corner of the living room, playing a new game his dad just bought him on his Nintendo. It was quiet aside from the TV playing, at least until their dad spoke up.

"So, son, I forgot to mention who I called earlier. I asked if a coworker of mine would mind tutoring you for a bit."

"You...what?" B/N asked, pausing his game and turning back to see his dad. "Why?" Y/N gasped quietly, covering her mouth to stop herself from laughing. Her little brother glared at her and their dad, his nose scrunching up from annoyance.

"Well, you don't understand the material, right? That's why?" He explained, staying the obvious. Y/N giggled at his tone.

"Who is it, dad?" Y/N asked, rubbing her tired eyes.

"Oh, I won't say. But you two have met before," he replied, smirking playfully at his daughter as if he was planning something. "That's all the hints you get.~"

"Okay, now I'm so curious," Y/N mumbled, yawning. Who do I know who he works with? I know he works with the Kira investigation and I never met anyone there, I don't think. She shrugged it off as she kinda didn't care too much about whatever would happen in her brother's life since why should she? "Whatever. I'm tired," she mumbled as she rubbed her tired eyes. Her father looked over at her and smiled.

"Heh heh, alright darling. Get your sleep; you have a long day of school tomorrow." Her dad pat her head as she giggled and stood up. She hugged him before mumbling a goodnight. She then headed up the stairs, though she overheard her dad speak as she was walking. "Your tutor lives in the same neighborhood so he will come over shortly after you come home."

Y/N hummed as their conversation went quiet due to her being too far up the stairs to hear. She found her way into her room and closed the door behind her whenever she got in. Huff. Her hair was lifted from her shoulders as she put her hair in a ponytail in order to keep it from being too messy when she wakes up.

Layjng in bed, she furrowed her eyebrows together and sighed. Four entire weeks since she's talked to Light all because he found a girlfriend. Y/N felt more embarrassed of it then upset; well, she's still jealous but she knew she didn't have to avoid her friend of years because of something so stupid. What happened to the Y/N who would tell herself that even if he found a girlfriend, she would be better? Those were good times. And she would tell herself that she would call up Light and ask to meet up as friends but she gets so anxious about it and that anxiety turns into embarrassment.

It was kinda hardt to fall asleep with thoughts circulating her mind all night. But eventually, sleep came, and she sokn found herself waking up a couple hours later, going to school, and then coming back home.

Y/N waved goodbye to her friends as they dropped her off at her house. "Bye! Haha," she giggled as one of them stuck their whole body out the car window to yell out goodbye and wave her hands.

"Bye-bye, girl!" She yelled playfully as the car drove away to drop off her other friends. Y/N giggled again as she watched them pass and playfully rolled her eyes before spinning around. She took her time walking to the front door and pulling out her keys, as the door isn't unlocked ever and her parents are at work. Yet as she stuck her key into the house, the front door cracked open.

"....What the fuck," she mumbled as she took her key out of the door and pushed herself inside. It was so quiet which was weird considering B/N was loud as hell on the couch when he got home. He got home like 15 minutes before she did too. "B/N!" Her voice called out as she shut the front door and locked it.

"I'm in the kitchen!" Thank God he isn't dead. Well, sorta thank God. Y/N smirked as she set down her bookbag, took off her shoes, and took out her phone. She checked her notifications as she walked into the kitchen/dining room.

"You forgot to lock the front door," she said as she giggled, looking up from her phone. Bam! The phone hit the floor as Y/N's eyes stayed on Light's, almost like a staring contest was happening between them. Well, it sorta actually was because the brunette who was assisting B/N on the dining table spoke up once Y/N blinked.

"You blinked; I win, heh heh," he smirked. "Hey, Y/N! Long time, no see, huh?" He leaned back in his chair, waving his hand towards the stunned girl.

"I, uh...I wanted to call and meet up with you but I thought you were mad," Y/N said shyly as she picked up her phone. Blush dusted her cheeks as she examined her phone to check if it were broken.

"Same here, actually. I'm happy it's not like that."

"Muh-Me too, heh..."

Y/N but her bottom lip nervously as the room went into an awkward silence. B/N sighed before breaking the painful silence, much to Y/N's relief. "I think I understand this now," he said. "To find A, it's C^2 - B^2 = A^2. To find C, it's A^2 + B^2 = C^2."

"Very good!" Light smiled warmly as he pulled B/N practice assignment from him and examined it. He had a red pen in his hand and with it he marked a few things. "You did very well on these, apart from 3, 7, 8, and 12. But then again, those questions were hard for me to solve when I was in 8th grade."

"Really? But you're so smart! And I'm actually in 7th grade, advanced math," B/N said proudly with a cheerful look on his face.

"It really shows how smart you are, heh heh," Light chuckled as he handed back his assignment to B/N. "Can you try these again? I circled the part of the equation you messed up with so hopefully it helps."

Y/N was across the room in the pantry to grab chips. Once she grabbed her favorite kind, she headed out of the kitchen and towards her room. Light looked over at her leaving and sighed. Suddenly, he heard Ryuk talk. "You do realize that this is a good thing, right? You can spend more time with the Death Note and watching the police this way." Light couldn't reply of course, but in his mind he disagreed. After all, he knows she's bad at remembering time and he would have an alias every time he's with her, so he could lie to get out.

For example, let's say he was accused of somehow killing 5 people one day between 5-6pm. But at 3-5pm, he was with Y/N. Because she can't remember time very good at all, he could easily say he was with her while the killings were happening, and with her agreeing because she doesn't know any better. Y/N can also easily be turned into an abused puppy in his eyes; a loyal punching bag who he can manipulate for certain circumstances.

"While your doing that, I'm going to use the restroom," Light excused himself as he stood up from the table and walked away. He walked over and up the stairs, down the hall and to a certain person's room. Once he got to the door, he softly knocked on it. "May I come it?"

Y/N on the other side jumped from the sudden arrival. "Just a second!" She called out as she took her hair out of the bun and fixed it, because let's face the fact that a lot of us are very insecure about our looks. She quickly fixed her shirt because calling out, "come in!" A mere moment later and her door was open to reveal a tall brunette.

"You look lovely today," he complimented as he stepped inside her room and shut the door behind him. Y/N blushed a little bit.

"Thanks, heh. Um...you look nice too," she replied nervously.

"Don't be nervous with me please. You know I'm not mad at you. Actually, I came in here to formally apologize," he spoke as he walked up closer and bowed in respect. "The least I could have done was call you about her earlier that day, or told you I was seeing someone way ahead of that. It was foolish of me not to and led to both of our hears being hurt. I'm sorry." Y/N frowned as she comprehended what he just said then sighed. She walked up to him and grabbed the sides of his face and pulled him up.

"You're face is so squishy, sir," she said as Light stood up all the way, however Y/N didn't go of him. "It's weird someone so very collected and serious became friends with someone as dimbas a bag of rocks. I mean, have a told you about how my IQ test came back negative? Because it did."

Light chuckled as her comment, playing with a strand of her hair. "Did this really happen? You're so weird sometimes, haha." Y/N giggled softly before frowning.

"Hey, y'know, I really wasn't mad. The first week we stopped talking was so painful but I knew I had to make it up to you somehow. Yet even though I really wanted to just call you and have a drink of coffee with a long conversation full of pleasant topics and laughs, I was so scared. It's embarrassing," she confessed, keeping her head low.

Pushed a lock of hair behind her ear, Light smiled down at her. "Then I hope today takes all that weight off your shoulders."

"It did, heh heh," Y/N smiled as she looked him in the eyes. With how close they are, the eye contact, and the smiles, they seem almost suggestive towards one another. Or at least in the eyes of none other than-

"Ew!" Yelled B/N from the doorway. He must have opened the door while they were distracted. Y/N furrowed her eyebrows together and glared at her brother whereas Light just smiled. "All I wanted was help, not this teenage romance scene. I finished all my problems by the way, ugh," B/N spoke, sounding dead.

"I'll be down there in a moment," Light responded as B/N walked away. He turned towards Y/N again; "well, it was nice seeing you. Your dad is paying me for this so I should probably get back to work." Y/N nodded as she hugged him softly.

"Alright. Make sure you let me know when your done or free," she responded before she pulled away from the hug.

"Will do," Light replied as he pat her head. "I'll see you later." Light waved goodbye as he walked out of her room and shut the door behind him.

Y/N took a deep breath to ease her nerves. That's it, she thought. This man is about to be my husband-

#anime #shounen #wattpad #reader insert #light yagami x you #light yagami x reader #light yagami x y/n #light x reader #light x you #light x y/n #light x fem reader #death note #death note x reader

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magnus-the-maqnificent · 4 years

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Lost Book of the White Countdown Event - Parenthood

Lost and Found

(Read on Ao3)

"Oh!" said the warlock when she caught sight of Magnus. "Is that your baby?"

The night sky stretched over the Shadow Market of New York like a large canvas, dotted with a sparse covering of stars like specks of white paint. Magnus was supposed to spend this night in the comfort of his home, looking after his son while his boyfriend hunted down demons in the darker corners of the city. Magnus had been making futile attempts to lull Max to sleep, but then he'd received a call from a warlock acquaintance of his, saying that she needed his assistance immediately and that a few mundanes had been turned into toads.

So Magnus had brought out his best strap-on baby carrier and put Max in it, and walked over to the Shadow Market while Max pointed to random objects like streetlights and cars and gurgled the whole time. Magnus had simply nodded along to his meaningless blabber, occasionally dropping a comment like 'that's right, blueberry' and 'you're so smart, blueberry'.

Now, he nodded at the warlock and said, "Yes, Misa, this is my child. Say hello, Max."

He took Max's hand and waved it at her, though he seemed disinterested in conversing with the warlock. He was intently staring at the pair of antennae that stuck out from the top of Misa's head.

"Hello Max," Misa said, giving him a cheerful smile. Her antennae waved about, probing the air, and Max giggled at the sight of them. Misa looked at Magnus. "I'm sorry for bringing you out here at this time."

"It’s alright. How about you show me the problem?" Magnus asked. He wanted to finish this as quickly as possible.

"Of course, come in."

To summarize the problem, a bunch of teenage mundanes somehow found the Shadow Market, and requested Misa to make a potion that would enhance their beauty. Clearly they hadn't known much about magic or its use, and just wanted to attract more attention to themselves at school, and thought that magic was their best solution.

"But something went wrong with the potion. One of the boys was poking around the tent and knocked an entire bottle of newt's eyes into the potion. Before I could mitigate the damage, however, the potion went awry and vaporized, and they all turned into toads. Luckily I came out fine, and called you as soon as possible," Misa explained.

Magnus extracted some more details from her, such as the nature of the potion she had been preparing and the precise amount of newt's eyes spilled into it. While they talked, Max squirmed around in the baby carrier, occasionally mumbling something unintelligible. Around them, on the ground, the toads were merrily hopping around.

"I don't think we can do anything," Magnus said after a while of conversing. "You'll just have to wait for them to turn back. That will hopefully teach them not to meddle with magic."

Misa sighed. "Very well, then. I'll-"

She broke off with a gasp. The baby carrier felt much lighter all of a sudden, and Magnus jumped when something swooped past his face.

"Did he just turn into a bat?" Misa asked, wondering.

"He does that sometimes," Magnus said nonchalantly, though there was a twinge of panic in his heart. "It's nothing to worry about."

They watched as Max, now a bat, flew around the roof of the tent for a few moments. Then, swift as a bird, he changed course and flew right through the open flap of the tent.

"Max, no!" Magnus yelled, running out of the tent. But Max was much faster. Magnus looked in every direction, but he couldn't see Max anywhere.

Magnus's breathing became labored and his heart picked up speed as he realised with a sinking feeling that he lost Max in a bustling, large, crowded market. How was he supposed to find him?

Luckily, Misa agreed to help him search and they split up, agreeing on a rendezvous spot and to call the other if they found Max. Magnus hustled through the crowds, asking around if anyone had seen a blue warlock baby or a lone bat flying around.

Max!

Panic was starting to set in, making Magnus's hands shake as he held up his phone, showing Max's photo to passersby and asking if they had seen him anywhere. No one knew where he was.

Max, where are you?!

"I think I saw a bat near Willow the werewolf's stall earlier," said one at last. Magnus thanked him profusely before running off to the stall, praying that his son was safe.

Max, come back to bapa, please!

The demon could hardly believe his eyes.

It was a child, a warlock child, sitting on the grimy floor of an alleyway and playing with a few stray pixies. He was giggling as the pixies swarmed around him, playfully tugging at his hair while blue magic spilled from his hands like water. He was so young, and so full of life.

A smile spread across the demon's mouth as it shuffled on the wall, a sharp razor-like tongue flicking out and lashing at the air. It could already feel the taste of the boy in its mouth.

The boy looked up and caught sight of it, his giggles fading as he met the demon's eyes. He looked at it with a sort of wonder, as if he had never seen a demon before. The pixies gasped and flitted away as fast as they could. At least they knew to be scared.

The demon waited a few moments, staring at the boy. His hands sparked with magic, but clearly he was too young to know how to properly use it.

Good.

Bending back its hind legs, it poised, and then lunged at the boy.

"Max!" Magnus yelled, looking around for a trace of his baby. He was close to the stall where Max had been sighted, but the owner hadn't seen him, and neither had any of the neighboring stall owners.

He was beginning to get some looks, but Magnus could care less.

"Max!" Magnus yelled again, his throat feeling hoarse and tight and his heart beating frantically in his chest. Max had to be somewhere close by. He couldn't lose his baby just like that. He had to find him.

Magnus was about to yell once more when he heard a loud scream emanating from somewhere behind two stalls. The voice was unmistakable.

"Max!" Magnus pushed through the tiny gap between the smalls, which opened out into a wider alley between two brick buildings. He froze when he found Max at last.

There was something clutching onto him, something lumpy and black. The figure rose, and Magnus had just begun muttering a spell to fire at it when it turned to look at him.

"Magnus," said Alec, holding a crying Max in his arms, in the light of his own magic Magnus could see a fresh stain of ichor on Alec’s gear. "What happened?! I was patrolling nearby, and some pixies dragged me here just in time. If I had been a moment late-"

Alec didn't need to finish his statement. If I had been a moment late, the demon would've gotten him. And it would all be my fault.

Magnus shook off his half-muttered spell, and stared at Alec for a long time. The only sound was of Max crying.

In retrospect, the image of Alec, fresh from a demon hunt and holding a baby in his arms was very sexy, but in that moment all Magnus could feel was immense relief. He slumped back against the alley wall, but Alec was there first, supporting him with one hand behind his back.

Then the shame hit him. He had almost gotten his son killed. If only he had been more careful-

"Magnus," Alec said in a low voice. By now, Max's cries had been reduced to sniffles, and he was wiping his tears against Alec’s gear. "Are you okay?"

"Yeah," Magnus said, his voice shaking a little. He reached up a hand to brush his hair out of his hand, and was surprised when his wobbly fingers met a layer of sweat on his forehead. He had been thoroughly shook by the whole experience, and hadn't even realized it. "I'm fine."

Alec was silent a moment, then said, "Come on, let's go home."

Alec was silent the whole time Magnus recounted the events of that night, sitting beside him on the couch with Max held in his arms.

"I'm a terrible father," Magnus muttered after he was done, hanging his head. "I couldn't even handle him for a night."

"Don't say that," Alec said softly. "You did nothing wrong - Max ran away on his own. What matters is that we found him in time."

"But if we hadn't found him-" Magnus couldn't even think of the possibility.

"But we did," Alec reiterated. "We did, and he's safe now, and that's all that matters. And you're an amazing father, Magnus. Don't ever say that you aren't. We're still learning, and we make mistakes, but that doesn't mean we're being terrible parents."

"How can you be so sure?" Magnus asked, though a part of him had calmed down at Alec's words.

Alec smiled. "I know you, Magnus. I know you're never terrible at anything - well, except maybe for the charing."

"I told you never to bring that up!" Magnus protested, but Alec ignored him.

"Also, Max loves you. Don't you, Max?"

Max looked up at Alec. He was playing with a slinky, though it now resembled a jingly mass of wire, and stared incomprehensibly at Alec. Magnus smiled and took Max from him, holding him up at eye level.

"Don't you ever run away like that again, okay?" Magnus warned in a light tone. Max only blinked at him in reply.

"You silly baby." Magnus said, and kissed Max on the cheek. Max stared at him with wide eyes after he pulled away, and then leaned in, brushing his mouth against Magnus’s cheek in an imitation of a kiss.

"Did he just-" Alec broke off, and he and Magnus stared at Max in surprise, though he was oblivious to their attention.

Alec's eyes softened, and he pressed an experimental kiss against Max's cheek. Like with Magnus, Max leaned towards Alec and bumped his mouth against Alec's cheek.

"Oh, my baby," Alec said, taking Max in his arms and kissing him all over his face. "My sweet baby."

Max giggled at the onslaught of affection, and Magnus's heart cracked open in that moment, spilling happiness and love into his veins. He moved in, wrapping his arms around both of them and kissed them on their heads.

"I love you," he said, holding them close, his love and his son. "I love you both so, so much."

"I love you too," Alec whispered, turning his head up and placing a kiss against Magnus’s jaw. Magnus smiled, and held on to this moment, promising to himself to be the best possible father to his blueberry.

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vigilantobserver · 4 years

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My friend asked me to make this for her. I take only half the responsibility.

Warning: I have only watched the 2 first seasons of Tokyo ghoul and it was years ago so please, don’t attack me. Also this fanfic includes people with animal features and behaviors (I pity the person monitoring my search history)

Disclaimer: I do not own Tokyo ghoul or it’s characters. The only thing I do won is this fanfiction.

For those brave enough to read: please enjoy this mess of a fanfic

Mismatched colours

Mismatched. It was the only way that Touka could describe the quiet, white haired boy. You’d think that she was talking about his difference in behaviour when he was a hungry, hunting ghoul compared to when he was being a relatively normal, meek citizen, but that wasn’t quite it.

Sure, the boy was truly not made to be a ghoul and was obviously suffering under his situation. She had a feeling that if he got hit by more tragedies, he would someday lose himself completely.

But that wasn’t what truly caught her attention. No, what actually made him so mismatched to her was his appearance. And she did not mean him being a one eyed ghoul either. It was his fur.

Kaneki was a hare with deep black ears and tail. The boys ears were big and flopped at the side of his head to lay on his shoulders (only ever standing up when he was in a fight), the white hair contrasting starkly with the deep coloured ears. Normally hybrid’s fur either matched their hair colour perfectly or there was at least some of their hair colour on their extra body parts, whether in form of stripes, intricate patterns or dots. She herself was an example of having multiple colours. Her own smaller, constantly perked up, vigilant ears where a purple at the roots that faded into the purest white.

It was an unusual sight to see, but for some reason it both fit the boy and at the same time didn’t at all. One the one hand, some people tend to look at him weird. Confused by his fur they keep their distance, like he was some diseased person. Something wrong in the world.

On the other hand, the mismatched fur was aesthetically pleasing, even almost alluring. The strange and unique colouring bought him a lot of, most of the time unwanted, attention from women and men alike (the eyepatch really did not help here).

The perfect example for this where a group of girls giggling in one corner of the café. A Canary and a blue-Russian cat where teasing the ferret of the group, urging the red faced girl to go talk to Kaneki. It quite honestly raised her hackles. Couldn’t they see that he did not want to be bothered?

She was about ready to put a claim on him herself, to release her pheromones and invite him to chase, to dance, just so that people would finally leave the poor teen be. A bit of her scent would be enough to keep most people away. And the more persistent ones could answer to her. She wasn’t afraid to fight for her claim. Not that she truly wanted him as a mate, or anything…

Ok, that’s a lie, she kind of actually did. She just couldn’t help but be protective of him. She couldn’t help but want him. He was unique, kind and strong when the situation called for it. The perfect mate, that would be able to both make her feel needed and be there when she needed him. But many hybrids mate for live nowadays and she was not sure if she was ready to make such a decision.

Cheering broke her train of thought. She looked up from where she had been cleaning a table, for probably already way too long, and her tail raised a bit as she saw the ferret girl move towards Kaneki. To think that she would actually try her luck. Touka had to give her credit for her bravery. Or maybe it was just foolishness.

After all, Touka was not just going to let this slide. No matter how cute and small the ferret was, no matter how good she would look next to the one eyed boy, Touka would not just let her fellow bunny be seduced.

Not wanting to be caught snooping, Touka moved to clean another table closer to where Kaneki was drying glasses behind the bar. She kept her ears on attention to listen to every word. She wasn’t going to interfere immediately. It wasn’t her place after all to scare pursuers of Kaneki. In the end it is his decision who he wants to be with, but that didn’t mean she wouldn’t save him if he got uncomfortable.

“Hi! My name is Misa. Can I know your name?”

Touka scoffed. The tone the ferret girl used had such a fake sweetness it made her sick.

“Ah… It’s Kaneki. Kaneki Ken.”

„Ken, huh. Such a nice name! Ah, can I call you Ken? I’d really like to.”

“Um, I’d actually prefer if you didn-“

“Yes? Ok, good! Say, let’s go on a date.”

Touka’s head snapped up. Did that girl really just do that? Sure, other people had been blunt before but this was a new level. It was almost offensive.

“Uh-um, I’m sorry but I don’t think-“

“Aw, come on! It’s only a date. I promise I’ll make it worth your while.”

“I-I…”

He was uncomfortable. His ears had moved from their comfortable position over his shoulders to pinned behind his head. Kaneki was extremely uncomfortable and she couldn’t blame him. The audacity of that girl! Touka watched as the hare tried to back away from the flirty brunette girl, only for her to grab onto his arm tight. (When had she moved behind the bar?)

That was the last straw. Like hell would she let that persistent bitch force him into anything. Touka took a deep breath and made her way over to the pair. Kaneki spotted her over the ferrets shoulder and his pleading, anxious, hopeful gray eye met her purple ones. She nodded her head slightly and watched as relief took over his whole being.

Touka cleared her throat loudly, catching the girls attention. Brown, annoyed eyes focused on her and a sharp mouth snapped rudely.

“What do you want? Can’t you see we are busy?!”

Touka raised an unimpressed eyebrow and crossed her arms.

“The only thing I see is you harassing my coworker, so I’ll have to ask you to leave.”

Brown eyes widened, only to immediately narrow.

“The fuck?! I’m not harassing shit! Mind your own damn business!”

Touka could feel her temper rise. She took a look around to see other customers watching the scene with anger and incredulously in their expressions. Seems like they all feel the same.

“Listen here, bitch. You are obviously not only making Kaneki but everyone here uncomfortable. So, I’m gonna give you two options: 1. You leave right now without making a fuss and never come back, or 2. I throw you out myself.”

“Ha! You and what army?”

The girl hissed this while baring her fangs and showing off her claws.

Touka bared her teeth and smirked.

“I don’t need one.”

With a grunt Touka attacked. Before the ferret could react she was in the air as Touka lifted her over to the front door by her collar. The girl began to struggle and tried to claw at Touka’s hands. But it was to no avail.

“What the hell are you doing?!”

“Taking out the trash.”

And with that Touka threw the girl outside of the café, making her land painfully on her sorry ass. She then turned to the ferrets friends.

“Yo, dumbasses! You are her friends aren’t you? Get out before I make you!”

The two girls seemed to be smarter than their friend was because they only flinched and scurried out silently.

“And don’t come back.”

Touka said decisively, slamming the door. There were a few seconds of silence before sudden loud cheering rang out.

She turned around in surprise and smiled at what she saw. Everyone in the café was applauding her. The bunny looked towards Yoshimura, who was giving her a proud and satisfied smile. He nodded at her and indicated to Kaneki with his head and then to upstairs. Touka looked at Kaneki and saw that while his ears had moved back to their calm position, he was still ever so slightly shivering.

She nodded at her boss in thanks and moved slowly towards Kaneki, so as not to startle him. Carefully she took his hand. He flinched but didn't pull away.

"Come."

Kaneki only hesitated for a moment before letting himself be pulled along. Once in her room, Touka let go of the hares hand. The one-eyed ghouls fingers twitched, as if he wanted to reclaim her hand. She bit her lip to stop from smiling. This was still serious after all.

"How are you feeling?"

Kaneki looked up from their hands with wide eyes.

"I- I'm fine. Thank you for helping me, Kirishima-san."

“It’s no problem. To be honest that girl was making me angry anyways.”

Kaneki chuckled nervously.

“She was a bit rude, wasn’t she?”

Touka scoffed.

“A bit is an understatement. She was basically sexually harassing you! Anyone could have smelled her pheromones from a mile away.”

Kaneki looked down at that, but gave a slight nod of agreement. He was obviously still bothered by what happened and Touka had a feeling there was more to it too. With a carefully controlled tone, she decided to ask something she had been meaning to ask for a while now.

“Does this happen often? I mean I’ve seen people approach you before but never like that and you are shaking.”

The hare looked up, wide eyed and startled. His ears raised just a bit.

“No, no, no! While people have tried to curt me before they usually gave up pretty fast when I didn’t react like they wanted. The only one who was ever that bold before was…”

The white haired teen trailed off, but she did not need for him to finish. She had heard of how he became a ghoul and could imagine who the other person was. Her ears lowered a bit at the thought of the betrayal and fear Kaneki must have felt. He had been honestly interested in the women after all.

Would he ever be interested in her, too? The purple and white bunny had seen his reactions to her, had been observing closely for a while now. She had seen the curiosity and a certain amount of attraction, but would that be enough? As she watched Kaneki Ken, the one eyed ghoul, the meek hare with mismatched fur who could have anyone he wanted, she decided that the only way to ever truly know was to make a move.

Touka took a deep, audible breath. Kaneki focused on her in curiosity and watched with rapt attention as she began to move. She slowly started to circle the hare who’s eyes widened in surprise as he recognized the traditional courting behaviour of their kind. The female bunny paid close attention to the one she wanted to curt and felt relief wash over her as she saw his eyes shine and ears lie back slightly in submission. With the knowledge that she wasn’t being rejected she increased her speed a bit.

Then after a while of circling she moved close and gave a playful nip to the hares right ear. Kanekis ears stood up and he moved towards her. The chase was on.

They proceed to spent the next half an hour chasing each other playfully through the small room. Always nipping the other gently to say ‘You’re it!’ and making sure to never start circling too close. They did not want conflict. No, they were enjoying their little game of tag, their dance, their courting way too much to let it become bitter. It was exhilarating. To finally be able to act how they were supposed to, to realize that they weren’t alone, that there was someone who understood them, someone who acknowledged their boundaries and didn’t overstep.

Touka's heart swelled as she looked over her shoulder at her partner. She could tell that he was letting go of his inhibitions. He was acting on instinct and happiness. Realizing this her tail gave an involuntary flick. A single grey eye widened at the flirty move and before Touka could react was she being pressed down to the floor. She gasped at the feeling of being mounted and nipped in the back of the neck.

It wasn’t sexual. If anything it was romantic. A small chatter of happiness escaped her as she realized the full meaning her partner wanted to convey. It was a sign of possessiveness, of protectiveness. The hold wasn’t forceful and the nip gentle. This was Ken (when had he become Ken in her mind?) saying: ‘You’re mine!’. This was a claim.

The black hare moved off her to lie beside her, allowing her to lie on her side and mirroring her position. Another move that such a clear sign of closeness that it nearly brought tears to her eyes. Deciding that it was her turn to return the favor, Touka made her own move. She raised her hands and softly began grooming Kens hair and ear. Grey eye widened and locked with calm purple.

With a honestly beautiful smile the male bunny scooted closer and moved his arms to wrap around her and started to groom her windswept tail in return. Both bunnies closed their eyes in bliss and purrs of joy filled the air.

They both knew that they had a lot to talk about, but for now the ghoul bunnies decided to let themselves be swept away by their instincts and pure joy at a successful start to courting.

FIN

#my fanfiction #tokyo ghoul #kaneki ken #touka kirishima #kaneki x touka #what even #i had to research so much bunny behavior #holy shit #help #i blame you #you know who you are

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thatonekawaiigirl13 · 5 years

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Who Said Death Was Easy? [Death Note] Chapter Thirty-Nine

Chapter Thirty-nine: Rendezvous

Keiko’s POV:

Keiko watched as the blonde sitting across from her let out a disappointed sigh. “Man,” Misa pouted, “this has got to be the lamest double date I’ve ever been on.”

The four of them were all gathered in Mia’s quarters. Misa had insisted on sitting next to Light, of course, which pushed Keiko to awkwardly sit next to the raven haired detective. Now, there they were, sitting side-by-side on separate cushions. It was like an invisible boundary, an imaginary line, between them. However, Keiko wasn’t sure if the ocean of space between them was a blessing or a curse.

Perhaps, she supposed, it’s both.

While Keiko wanted nothing more than to be near him, she was also glad for the space. She wasn’t sure she could trust herself to be sitting any closer to him. The closer she was to him, the more his warmth would invite her in and tempt her once more.

We’ve already kissed once… something my ex-boyfriend is clueless about...we don’t need to make it a second time.

Keiko didn’t need the heartache and confusion, not again. She also didn’t need anyone on the Task Force, especially her ex-boyfriend, finding out.

If they ever found out then…, Keiko didn’t want to finish that sentence. She pushed that thought from her mind and attempted to focus on the scene playing out in front of her.

“You know, I did give you fair warning that, given the current situation with Light and I, our options for a date would be sufficiently limited,” the detective commented, gesturing to the handcuffs linking him and Keiko’s ex-boyfriend together. Keiko was honestly both surprised and somewhat impressed that the detective found a chain long enough for them to sit comfortably across from each other.

“Hmph,” Misa slumped back against the couch. “At least I get to spend some quality time with Light-kun.”

Keiko glanced over at her ex-boyfriend. The scowl on his face told her that he’d rather be anywhere else than on a date with Misa, not that she could blame him. Keiko supposed it was in part her fault for their uncomfortable situation, as she was the one who agreed to a double date with L, but she still couldn’t come to fully regret her decision.

She had to admit, a small part of her had been curious as to how a double date with the world’s greatest detective would play out. Keiko knew that there was a chance nothing good would come out of this, but she figured she’d deal with the consequences of that decision later on. Or, hopefully, never, though she supposed that was just wishful thinking. After all, a double date featuring Misa Amane, her ex-boyfriend, and L was probably bound for disaster.

“By the way,” L started, gesturing towards the uneaten slice of cake sitting in front of Misa. “Are you planning to eat that?”

“No way!” Misa cried out, disgust crossing her features. She pushed the plate of cake away from her, “cake makes you fat. I’m not going to eat any.”

Keiko, who had just taken a small bite of her strawberry cake, slowly lifted her plate back down onto the table in front of her. She figured she had almost gotten away with her action, that is, until she sensed that L’s eyes were on her. When the detective saw that Keiko had noticed him, the corners of his mouth turned slightly upwards, and she could feel her cheeks turning a light pink.

How wonderful, he caught me…ugh, how embarrassing. I know I shouldn’t let Misa get to me, but…

“Actually,” the sound of L’s voice broke through Keiko’s thoughts. Keiko looked up, watching as L stared at the blonde girl. “You wouldn’t gain any weight as long as you burned calories by using your brain.”

Keiko covered her mouth to let out a soft giggle, is this his attempt to try and make me feel better? Or am I just reading too much into things?

Across from her, Misa crossed her arms, her eyes narrowing at the detective. “Hmph! So now you’re calling me stupid?!”

Well, knowing L, it’s probably the latter...either way, it’s still oh-so satisfying to watch Misa’s reaction… looks like someone isn’t too happy...

“I never said that,” L responded, calm as ever, as he finished his piece of cake. He looked over at Misa, “however, if that’s what you got from my comment, then so be it. I can’t do anything about that.”

Annoyance flickered across Misa’s features, her lips were now a thin line. Keiko watched as she pushed her piece of cake across the table towards the detective. “Fine…how about this? I will give you my piece of cake as long as you and Keiko agree to let Light-kun and I have a proper date in private!”

“Even if we did leave the two of you alone, I assure you that we would still be watching on the surveillance cameras. So it wouldn’t really make a difference.”

“Surveillance cameras? What a pervert!” Misa shuddered, looking aghast at the detective. “Could you maybe stop it with that creepy hobby of yours?!”

The detective leaned forward, carefully inspecting the blonde girl. “Hmm…you say it’s creepy? You do realize that it’s only for purposes relating to the investigation, right? An investigation that you’re a top suspect in.”

“It’s still very creepy! And, it’s no fair that I’m a suspect! I told you, I don’t know anything about Kira! All I want to do is have a proper date with Light-kun without you creeping around and being a pervert!”

Despite Misa’s persistent name calling, Keiko noticed that L seemed unfazed, it would appear that he’s getting used to it by now.

“So I’m still a pervert in your eyes? Well, Amane-san, feel free to call me whatever you’d like, I’m taking your cake.”

With that, L reached forward, grabbing the plate and taking a bite out of the cake that Misa had pushed towards him. He looked rather pleased with himself. Misa, on the other hand, looked defeated.

“Why would you want to watch Light-kun and I have a date anyway? Why can’t you just let the two of us be alone?” Misa grumbled.

“Who said I wanted to be alone with you? As I said before, you’re the one who ruined my relationship with Keiko. The last thing I want is to be alone with you,” Light responded bitterly, causing Misa to pout once more.

“But Light-kun! I told you before, you two don’t belong together. After all, I’m the one that’s your soul mate!”

“I highly doubt that,” Light responded, crossing his arms in front of his chest. “Anyway I only have feelings for Keiko-chan.”

Keiko ate another bite of her cake and attempted to keep her face neutral as she chewed. She didn’t dare meet her ex-boyfriend’s eyes.

He keeps saying that…but does he truly mean it? However, I suppose…no matter how he feels, and despite my lingering feelings, it’s too late for us. Isn’t it? Otherwise, why would I have let myself have feelings for L? Why would I even let myself go so far as to kiss him?

“I’ll help you forget her,” Misa started, “besides, like I said before, Ryuzaki-san and Keiko-chan would look cute together, don’t you think?”

I’m certain it’s because she wants to keep Light all to herself, but still…why’s she saying all this again? Surely Misa must realize that she’s only stirring up trouble… I know she knows that Light still has feelings for me. So what is she gaining by pushing L and I together? It doesn’t make any sense. By attempting to play matchmaker, she’ll only upset Light more...what’s she planning on doing?

“Them? Together? Yeah, right,” Light had a sour tone to his voice. “Again, that’s absurd. It’s just as crazy as the thought of you and I together.”

Misa, however, didn’t pay any attention to Light’s harsh comment. She leaned forward, looking straight at the raven haired detective, who was still munching on the slice of cake that he had successfully stolen from her.

A sly grin was poking at her face as she questioned, “what do you think, Ryuzaki-san? Don’t you think you two would look so cute together?”

She’s asking him directly?! Wait a minute…

Keiko glanced over at the raven haired detective, hoping to see his reaction, if anything, to Misa’s question. She supposed she could try and piece together how he felt about her. However, much to her disappointment, his expression was neutral. L raised his fork, eating the final bite of Misa’s cake before responding.

“I suppose,” he said after a moment of chewing. Although his response was not negative, Keiko didn’t feel it was positive either.

‘I suppose’. What kind of response is ‘I suppose’?! What is that supposed to mean? As per usual, he’s hard to read…it’s not surprising, but I was hoping, if he really did care about me...he’d give a stronger reaction to her question…after all, he kissed me back...but I suppose, to him, it meant nothing. Like I thought, I have no chance with him...

Misa frowned, appearing to also be disappointed with L’s lack of a clear response.

“Fine,” she started. The blonde shifted in her seat and focused her attention on her next victim, Keiko, “hmm...what do you think, Keiko-chan? You said you and Light-kun broke up so...that must mean you’re ready to move on.”

“Eh?” Keiko glanced around the room. All eyes in the room were now on her, especially L’s, something she was now becoming hyper aware of. The girl was uncertain how to respond, or if she even should respond, to Misa’s prodding. She bit her lip, anxiously playing with a loose thread on her skirt.

“Hmm, how cute…there’s no need to be so shy, you know,” Misa grinned, “if you broke up with Light-kun then that means you’re over him, right? Isn’t that also why you agreed to a double date with Ryuzaki-san?”

Keiko stiffened at Misa’s words.

That might have been a part of it, but you certainly don’t have to know that! Again, why is she suddenly so interested in L and I?

“T-that’s none of your business, Misa-chan,” Keiko stuttered out, not bothering to meet anyone’s eyes. She didn’t want to accidentally give away her true feelings towards L. “Besides, need I remind you, there’s an investigation going on right now. That’s much more important than a silly date.”

Even so, I wanted to go on that silly date…with L… what does that say about me? I’m just a girl with a useless crush on a world renowned detective. A detective that made the ‘mistake’ of kissing me.

“But this is much more interesting than some boring investigation!” Misa replied, giggling a little, “isn’t it?”

“Not really,” Keiko mutered. While the girl was more than ready to change topics, she had a sneaking suspicion that Misa would keep pestering both herself and the detective. She watched as the blonde haired girl leaned forward once more, looking between herself and the detective. Sure enough, there was a mischievous look on her face that Keiko didn’t trust. Keiko groaned internally.

What’s she up to…?

“Say…have you ever kissed anyone, Ryuzaki-san?” The question left Misa’s lips with a playful tone, but to Keiko, her question was anything but playful.

K-kissed?! L?! Keiko’s eyes widened at Misa’s sudden question. She gave a violent cough, nearly choking on the bite of cake she had been chewing, she doesn’t suspect anything, does she?! No, wait...think logically...she’s probably just trying to stir things up a bit on purpose, so calm down, Keiko...there’s no way that she knows anything about what happened that night. That’s impossible. She’s just trying to get a reaction out of L.

“Are you alright?” L questioned, giving a quick glance in her direction. Keiko cautiously met the detective’s eyes. As always, he looked as calm and collected as ever. If Misa’s question had shocked him in any way, he didn’t show it. In fact, if anything the L looked rather amused at Keiko’s reaction.

Great…not only is he not affected by this, he’s enjoying watching me suffer! He must know how I feel about him! That must mean that what happened that night really was one big joke to him. I’m one big joke to him…

Keiko could feel her cheeks flushing pink with both embarrassment and annoyance as she nodded, not bothering to meet his eyes again. Her throat was on fire, and she reached for her water. While the cool drink quenched her thirst, it did nothing to quell the raging storms of emotion within her.

“You should be more careful, Kagami-san,” L commented. “I wouldn’t want anything bad to happen to you.”

What’s that supposed to mean?! First ‘I suppose’ and now this? His words make it sound like he cares about me but his actions prove otherwise! As always, he’s so frustrating!

“So...about my question...have you?” Misa questioned once more, still peering over at the detective. It appeared that the girl didn’t connect Keiko’s little choking fiasco to her question, something that she was thankful for.

“What’s with your sudden interest with my love life, Amane-san?” L responded, quirking an eyebrow.

“Aha!” Misa pointed at the detective. “I bet you haven’t! That must be why you’re dodging my question!”

“Is that what you think?”

Misa nodded, “yes. That’s gotta be it. You’ve never kissed anyone. You’ve never been on a real date before, either, have you? That must be why you said you weren’t opposed to going on a double date with Keiko-chan!”

“Amane-san…” Light interjected. “Please stop. You’re acting ridiculous.”

The blonde gave a scandalous gasp as she continued on, not listening to Light. She wagged a finger at L. “You do know that dates can end with a kiss, right? Did you want a kiss from her? You sly dog!”

“I see...so that’s your thought process,” the detective said after a moment. A sly grin entered his face, “hmm, so you’re telling me I should kiss Kagami-san? Is that it? After all, she also agreed to this double date...”

Misa gave a loud squeal as L turned towards Keiko, closing some of the distance between the two of them. Before she could even process what was going on, Keiko found herself face to face with the detective.

“Is that what you want? Do you want me to kiss you, Keiko-chan?” the detective questioned. His dark eyes looking deeply into her own. His gaze was too personal, too intense for Keiko. Panic bubbled up inside her and she could feel her heart hammering away in her chest. She could also feel her face flaming, something she didn’t want anyone in the room to notice, causing her to look down at her lap.

Much to her dismay, L lightly touched her chin, slowly directing her gaze upwards at him. This caused Misa to squeal once more in delight, “it’s like I’m watching a t.v. drama!”

“R-Ryuzaki-san…” Keiko somehow managed to stutter out. She could feel the warmth emitting from his body. Memories of their previous kiss flooded her mind and she couldn’t stop herself from glancing down at his lips. If she wanted to, she could easily kiss him once more, but there was no way she would let herself do that. Not again. Especially not in front of Misa and her ex-boyfriend.

Why’s he doing this to me?! He’s not playing fair!

A part of her urged herself to push the detective away from her, but another part of her knew she didn’t want that.

But I have to! I can’t let him kiss me in front of them! Especially not in front of my ex-boyfriend! It’s far too dangerous!

However, before Keiko even had a chance to free herself from L’s clutches, Light sprang forward out of his seat. He was livid. Her ex-boyfriend briskly walked over towards their side of the couch, roughly grabbing L by the collar of his shirt, forcing him to stand up. As soon as L managed to stand up, Light punched him square in the face with a rather loud thwack. Keiko cringed upon hearing the impact of Light’s fist meeting L’s face, and Misa gave a loud, shocked gasp.

“That’s for Keiko,” Light announced, a smug expression on his face as L hit the ground.

Upon hearing his words, Keiko shot up from her seat, her thoughts running wild.

He did that for me?! What?! Does this mean Light meant it when he said he loved me? Does this mean that Light’s relationship with me was real all along? Does this mean Light was jealous?

“An eye for an eye, my friend,” L stated as he wiped his bruised cheek. Once he had regained some of his balance back, his leg shot into the air, kicking Light in the face with his foot. Light groaned, hitting the ground with a thud. “That’s also for Keiko.”

Light’s eyes narrowed at the detective, a death glare on his face. “How can you say that? Who gave you the right to do anything in her name? You’re just a detective. You’re not anything to her but a co-worker on this damned investigation.”

“Well, if that’s how you see it then I could also ask you the same thing. Who gave you the right to do anything in her name as well? Aren’t you the one who broke her heart? She broke up with you, therefore, you’re nothing but an ex-boyfriend,” L responded, glancing over at him. Despite his cold words, the expression on his face was expressionless, his tone neutral.

“Our relationship isn’t any of your business, Ryuzaki-san,” Light snapped.

“Hmmm...fair enough. My relationship with Kagami-san isn’t any of your business, either, then,” the detective commented. “Besides, why are you being so serious, Light-kun? It was just a little joke.”

A joke?! So he admits it…?! I was right, I never meant anything to him. And to think, he had the audacity to tell me to forget what happened that night! How am I supposed to forget when he keeps teasing me like this! And in front of everyone! And hurting each other in my name?! What is that bull?! How dare they?!

Keiko’s hands balled into little fists and she noticed Light staring at her, causing her to look away.

“From what I observed, your little joke wasn’t that funny to her.”

The detective glanced in Keiko’s direction, a ghost of a smile playing on his lips, “on the contrary, Light-kun, it looked to me like she wanted me to kiss her.”

“Oh, just stop it! Both of you! I’ve heard more than enough! How would either of you know how I’m feeling right now?!” Keiko demanded, her initial shock finally wearing off into full blown anger. Tears of frustration were threatening her eyes, but she attempted to ignore it. She dug her nails into her skin as she continued on, trying to stop herself from having a meltdown. She turned towards Light, “you broke me. And yet you want me to trust you again, all because you say you love me? How am I supposed to believe you?! For all I know, you could be lying to me all over again!”

“I’m so sorry.”

She could see Light’s pained expression, causing her heart to sink lower in her chest.

He looks like he really does mean it..no, Keiko! Don’t melt now! Remember, that still doesn’t excuse his behavior! And...as far as behavior goes...

“And you!” she met the detective’s eyes, willing herself to keep going. “Somehow, you’re even worse! I know by now that I can’t trust Light, that I shouldn’t trust him...but you…you’re the most frustrating one of all! I don’t know how you think or what you’re feeling at all! You say one thing but you do another! Didn’t I tell you to stop being so complicated?!”

“Kagami-san,” L whispered, his voice soft. He looked like he wanted to say more, but Keiko cut him off.

“And for that, I hate you,” Keiko spat out.

I hate your stupid face. I hate those stupid clothes you wear. I hate your sweet tooth. I hate those stupid mannerisms of yours. I hate how intelligent you are. I hate how hard you are to read. I hate how vulnerable you make me feel. I hate how you know just how to drive me crazy. Most of all, I hate how I don’t hate you at all.

Keiko could have sworn she saw a flicker of emotion cross the detective’s face, but she chalked it up to wishful thinking.

I couldn’t have hurt him. He’d have to have feelings for me to do that...which he clearly doesn’t. Otherwise, why bother humiliating me like that?

She took a deep breath, “that being said, neither of you have the right to speak on my behalf.”

With that, Keiko was done with her emotional speech. She gave a cough and an awkward silence filled with tension filtered through the room. This was broken only by the sound of the phone ringing. Keiko watched as L took a couple steps forward, reaching towards the side table for the phone.

L’s POV:

“Yes?”

The detective internally cringed as he heard Matsuda’s overly excited voice on the other side of the receiver, “Ryuzaki-san, I’ve got some great news! I’ve just received word that Misa-Misa is number one in magazine Eighteen’s popularity poll!”

L’s voice was emotionless as he responded. “I see.”

“Oh wait!” L could hear the desperation in Matsuda’s voice. “I’ve got more! Listen to this! She’s going to get a lead role in Nishinaka’s new movie! Isn’t this so-”

The detective had heard enough of the young policeman’s blabbering, so he hung up, setting the phone back in its original resting place.

“What was that?” Light spoke up after a moment.

“It’s nothing. Matsuda’s being stupid again.”

“That is his speciality,” Light muttered, attempting to let out a laugh and relieve some of the tension in the room. It didn’t appear to be working very well.

L glanced at Keiko, whose face was still bright red. It was clear that she was probably regretting how harsh she had been, but he also guessed that a part of her was relieved by venting out emotion she had held inside for so long. While her words had hurt him, he knew they were words he deserved to hear.

I suppose I deserved those words, as it appears my specialty is making Keiko upset. However, it wasn’t my intention to hurt her like that…through Misa’s question, an opportunity presented itself to try and make Light jealous. I only wanted to see his reaction to me getting close to her, to see if he’s telling the truth about his feelings towards her. After seeing how upset he got, I can pretty much safely assume he truly is in love with her. Although I knew Keiko might get hurt in the crossfire, I didn’t expect such a strong reaction from her...I’m sorry for making things so difficult for you once again, Keiko Kagami...the last thing I want to make you do is hate me...

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asian-hero · 5 years

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Is It Just Me Or Are We Soulmates? -15 (finale)

this is the end. if you want to read this on ao3 then i’ve posted a link before this one :)

if you haven’t read the entire series and want to read it on tumblr then you can type in shance on my blog and you’ll find it

A year later Lance had moved from his tiny apartment to Shiro’s moderately sized house. His lease was about to expire and Shiro had suggested that he move in with them. He joked that he could use an extra pair of hands to help with Misaki. Lance hadn’t even left room for Shiro to breathe before he said yes, quite enthusiastically.

They didn’t necessarily tell Misaki about them, but they didn’t try to hide it from her either. Eventually she understood what they were to each other and even started calling the both of them “dad”. The first time she called Shiro “dad” instead of “uncle Takashi” he started to tear up. He never thought that he’d ever want a kid, but now that he had one, he never wanted to let her go. Hearing her call him “dad” was probably one of the best days of his life, other than Lance forgiving him, and then proceeding to move in with him.

Speaking of Lance, he had gotten a job as a teacher’s aid for elementary school. It was his dream to become a teacher some day, it’s what he went to school for. With that being said, there was little free time that he had to spend with Shiro and Misaki, as he had more work than imaginable. He always made sure that he’d see Misaki at dinner, and tuck her in when Shiro was too busy with his own work. Although he definitely felt tired almost every day, he wouldn’t trade his life for anything in the world.

Both he and Shiro were back on loving terms. It took a month for Lance to finally be comfortable with Shiro again, and the other man was more than willing to wait for him. Lance remembers that everyday he’d wake up to the sound of Shiro knocking on his door, a single rose and coffee in his hand to greet him. After that they’d talk about anything going on in their lives; Shiro would talk about Misaki finally going to school and being extremely excited while Lance would talk about all of the kids in his class and how half of them would grow up to be douchebags. Eventually Lance got comfortable enough to finally do “couple” things: like holding hands, cuddling on the couch, kissing, going on dates. These few months had definitely been some of his favorites.

That’s why when he blew nearly three month’s paycheck on an engagement ring, he wasn’t necessarily upset. Sure, it was a lot of money for a plain gold band, but for Shiro, it was worth it. Sure, he would’ve liked to save that money up for something else, like helping Shiro with the bills, but he was sure that the other man wouldn’t mind if he had to skip a couple of month’s pay. In fact, Lance knew that for a fact, because he had to pester Shiro about helping with the utilities bills, despite Shiro saying that he made enough money for them to live comfortably.

Now here Lance was, currently driving to Misaki’s school, the ring box sitting uncomfortably on his lap, with one hand on the steering wheel while the other one held the box with a death grip. His plan was to pick up Misaki, under the guise of wanting to spend more time with his new family member, then ask her about how she felt about Shiro and him getting married. Of course, it was going to be slightly difficult to explain all of this to a first grader, but hopefully she’d get the gist of it.

Waiting in his car, he felt a smile growing on his face when he saw Misaki running towards his car. Opening the door, she jumped in, a toothy grin plastered onto her face.

“Dad!”

Lance smiled at her, ignoring the erratic beating of his heart at the name. “Hey Misa. How was school?”

As Lance started the car she started going on about meeting new friends and telling them about Japan. occasionally he’d check in the rearview mirror to make sure that she was still buckled in. Shiro would have his head if anything happened to her. Once they were back at their house Lance parked the car and turned around in his seat, a nervous smile on his face.

“Hey Misa, can I ask you a question?”

She nodded her head enthusiastically. He took in a deep breath before asking: “How do you feel about me and your dad?”

Misaki tilted her head, almost as if she was thinking. “Happy.”

Lance smiled, feeling the nervousness in the pit of his stomach disappear. “You know how in those princess movies that you watch, the prince and princess always get married?”

She smiled, her lips stretching wide across her face. “The princess always looks so pretty!”

Lance nodded his head, grinning slightly. “Yes, they do. How would you feel if,” He pulled out the box, flipping it open for Misaki to see, “If I asked your dad to marry me?”

Misaki scrunched up her nose for a minute before responding. “Neither of you would wear a princess dress though,”

He laughed, poking her slightly. “You could wear one.”

Her eyes lit up at this notion. She started to bounce in her seat, a gleeful noise coming out of her mouth. “Okay!”

Lance looked at her, a soft smile appearing on his face. He held his finger to his lips, shushing her. “You can’t tell your dad, though. It’ll ruin the surprise.”

She nodded her head, moving her hands to motion her zipping her lips shut. Lance giggled, feeling a new sense of happiness fill him.

Now he was facing the biggest obstacle in his life.

———

Lance spent an embarrassing amount of time figuring out how to propose to Shiro. He thought about taking him to a nice restaurant, maybe enjoy a night alone before kneeling down. But the thought of embarrassing himself in front of a bunch of people in the restaurant made him strike that idea off. He also thought about proposing with a scavenger hunt, but he quickly realized that he had no idea of whether Shiro was well versed in traveling through Seattle, so he also took that one off.

Eventually he settled for probably one of the most simple ideas he could’ve come up with: wrapping up the ring box and placing it with the many presents under the Christmas tree. Honestly, Lance would rather be rejected inside of their house rather than in front of hundreds of people.

The entire time he was wrapping the tiny box his hands were shaking. He had to redo it all over again multiple times because it needed to be perfect. The bows that they had stashed away were slightly bigger than the box, making the gift look slightly awkward. After trying to fiddle with it for fifteen minutes, Lance sighed, slapping a gift tag on it and writing Shiro’s name on it.

Finally, on the day of Christmas, Lance was woken by a very giggly girl and an equally giggly man poking at him to get up. He lazily swatted away their hands, opening his eyes slightly.

“Can I help you?”

Shiro smiled at him, shaking his shoulders slightly. “It’s Christmas. Misaki wants to go and open some gifts,”

Lance sighed dramatically, flopping his arms on the bed. After a couple of seconds he sat up, a tired grin resting on his face. “Alright you oversized puppy, let’s go.”

They watched as Misaki ran down the stairs, squealing in delight when she saw the presents under the tree. It took about twenty minutes for her to finish opening up her presents, and once she was done, she immediately went to play with her new toys which included: two new dolls, a gigantic dollhouse, a toy car, and one of those mini toy ovens with plastic food.

Shiro went over to pick up the excess wrapping paper when he noticed one tiny gift left sitting underneath the tree. Picking it up, he noticed his name on the side of it. Looking towards Lance, he pointed at the gift.

“This is for me?”

Lance shrugged his shoulders, trying his best to keep his nerves at bay. “I don’t know. Open it and see what Santa got you.”

Shiro rolled his eyes, setting down the wrapping paper mess for a minute. After carefully peeling off the wrapping paper he looked at the tiny black box in his hands. Opening it slowly, he felt his mouth open, tears beginning to prick at the corners of his eyes.

Lance got up and sat next to him, gently plucking the box out of his hands and getting onto his knee. “Now listen, I know that we’ve never really talked about marriage before, and it’s totally fine if you just want to keep our relationship like this.”

“But I love you so much and I’ve been planning this for a while and I had a whole speech planned but now I can’t seem to remember anything.”

Shiro laughed at this, which caused Lance to smile before continuing. “What I do know is that there’s no one else I’d rather spend my life with, and I’m not just saying that because we’re soulmates and you’re kinda stuck with me. You’re the most genuine person that I’ve ever met, and you’re just so kind and caring. I honestly don’t know what I did in a past life to get you, but I know that I’m happier than I’ve ever been before.”

“So what I’m trying to say is: will you marry me?”

Shiro sat there for a while, tears freely flowing down his cheeks. Before Lance could take what he said back Shiro tackled him to the ground, hugging him tightly.

“Of course I’ll marry you!”

Lance wheezed, patting Shiro’s back. “Hey babe, I get you’re happy and all, but I can’t breathe,”

Shiro sat up with a sheepish smile. He gave his hand to Lance, who slid on the ring, silently breathing a sigh of relief when he saw that it fit perfectly. Running his finger over it, Lance laughed, resting his head against Shiro’s.

“You know,” he started, a smile on his face, “I always imagined that I’d propose at such a romantic place, with the sunset in view and a planned speech in my mind. I never thought that I’d propose on Christmas morning in the most basic way imaginable.”

Shiro huffed out a laugh, pressing a kiss to his temple. “Well, I wouldn’t have it any other way.”

Lance felt content. Of course, this was far from what he thought his family would be, but he definitely wouldn’t change it for the world.

And he couldn’t wait to get married to Shiro and live his unusual life.

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jodellejournals · 3 years

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christmas season in your 20’s

it’s been weeks of writing one journal entry to another and never ever posting them. i’m going to be honest, i may have become quite a boring and angry adult… or at least, that’s what i think of myself now. you know what they say that creating a mistake in the ‘real world’ could not just be fixed by a simple ‘sorry’? i’ve always known that it’s true but what i have learned in the present is, you can’t also revive a past relationship with a person if a huge mistake has already been made. it’s just like putting band aid on a broken glass. what i am trying to say is, being and becoming an adult can really taint a person’s heart and maybe that’s why some hearts have turned so cold, they could no longer feel anything. it’s not kindergarten where the teacher makes a peace agreement for both parties and then you’re friends again with your classmate as if nothing happened. simple and easy just like that. but not in the adult world… there will be legal documents presented, a bunch of emails exchanged, endless phone calls for transactions, and more snotty, snobbish, mean people. now i know why adults are always mad — because their days are full of very serious responsibilities and one single mistake can lead to a domino effect. that’s why they put on a straight face, pull every bit of themselves together, and build a facade for the entire working day. sad, i know. so have i become that cold, boring, always-angry, and harsh adult? maybe, in a way, to those who deserve the cold harsh truth. i hate to say this, but you really have to treat people the way they treat you because an understanding heart also gets tired and so you should not always be the ‘bigger’ person but the ‘responsible’ one who stands up and fights for what is right. there i said it… finally. therefore, i just graduated from always being the ‘understanding’ one and my younger self is probably applauding me now. she should be. i have learned to protect her in every pitfall, after all.

so what now, for christmas? well, i try to detach myself as much as i can from all the stress and focus on the holiday spirit. so for that matter, i only remember christmas seasons in my hometown and celebrating them under cold morning skies (the right kind of cold this time), breezy misty air, being engulfed by the scent of hot chocolate from my christmas mug, countless presents of different shapes and sizes perched under a gigantic tree, wrapped carefully in reds and greens, and little santas, in contrasting heights, dancing (and sometimes singing) from across the living room. days before the actual christmas, me and my cousins would attend misa de gallo or more commonly known as the simbang gabi at saint clement’s church, a fifteen-minute walk from our home. that time, i still remember not being able to take communion so i just attended the mass as attentively as i can with high spirits despite being sleepy. 5am has always been a magical time for me since most people are asleep and the city is awake in all its glory. it’s even more magical if it’s the christmas season — the glow in people’s eyes are one shade brighter just like the spotlight focused on the manger. the baby jesus has always been a sight to behold and i just can feel the kindness and compassion radiating from everyone during those times. then after almost an hour, mister sun would already start peeking and that’s when i would rush to the gates of saint clement’s church, running past geese, stray cats and dogs, and flock of birds, just so i can buy the best bingka ever in the world. i really mean it. people would gather around the lady preparing the delicious local treat and when i’d finally get mine in a small brown paper bag, i’d eat two to three warm and moist bingkas out of around eight of them on our way back home. at least that’s what me and my cousins thought... because one particular sunrise, after our walk from the church, we found out that both the main door and gates were locked and we forgot the key. oops. so my sister, around all of nine years old that time, climbed the gate with the help of my elder cousin but we still waited for around half an hour until one of the househelps heard us and opened the door. phew! what an unforgettable simbang gabi experience that, until now, it’s still fresh in my memory. these are just glimpses of the kind of christmas that i have grown up with. there were still lots of stories especially in the past two decades.

at the very start of the millennium until the late 2010’s, christmas seasons were really the best of times. me and my family — and i mean entire family that consists of aunts and uncles, nephews and nieces, grandchildren and godchildren, cousins from first to the nth degrees, househelps from the laundry woman to the cook, waiters and waitresses from our humble eatery, and even neighbors would spend christmas eve all together in our ancestral house wearing christmas colors and everyone was just merry and full of light. i can only remember happy smiles and endless laughters, nonstop exchange gifts, unplanned dance numbers, throwing jokes from time to time, more sips of red wine while munching on salted peanuts for women, and chugging stacks of beer for the men. the kids, as i am one of them back then, were snuggled up in our cozy corner of the living room with giant pillows, stuffing ourselves with probably holiday cakes or a bag of doritos, checking christmas messages on our phones, giggling and sharing stories, all dressed up in our best clothes for the most beautiful time of the year. and my, it was really the most beautiful time when the clock strikes midnight! everybody hugs and kisses, chants ‘’merry christmas”, and some family members would even go outside to greet neighbors and passers-by. we would play holiday songs, dance some more, make a toast, until our feet would get tired... but the celebration would not just end then and there. me and my cousins would still stay up ‘til the wee hours of the morning, just enjoying the merry christmas, chattering over anything and everything, until sleep would take over upon us. in the morning sun, around 9am, everybody would be out and about for christmas mass. sleepy would we be but, of course, we could not miss attending the special mass with the family! then we would have lunch afterwards at our home, with lechon, ham, rice, and fruit salad, as the main dishes. we’d go on through the rest of the day slowly but blissfully, listening once again to the christmas classics and even the not-so-classic ones, just taking all the joy in. over the years, my favorite christmas tune is ‘star ng pasko’ by abs cbn artists and it has remained a constant for eleven years. on sunsets, i always make sure to look at the sky, digesting what a christmas and year it has been. at night, i make sure to savor each passing moment, looking at the well-lit streets of my city, calm and peaceful from our car window, wanting time to slown down a little bit more just so it could still be christmas.

i have realized now that maybe christmas is more special when you are a child — all things beautiful, all things merry, all-forgiving, all-giving, all-accepting. untainted from the adult world. even when i look back now, i have come to see the difference in the way my eyes would lit up in the christmas photos over the years. instead of cringing, i have quite become saddened because i remember that little girl i used to be — all smiles and trusting, believer of all good things in people’s hearts, understanding, giving (sometimes too much and too soon), and accepting. most of all, untainted. now, i could not just be like that freely because the world can be cruel for the soft ones. remember when we see old photos of ourselves when we were in our tweens, wide-eyed, plastered with cheeky smiles, crowned in the fad hairstyle during that time? that’s the happy child in us who saw the world in rose-tainted glasses. we have just learned how to hide that child over the passing of years because we got accustomed to the rules of the real world.

so what is christmas season now two decades after what i have been accustomed to? as cliché as this may sound, christmas is in my heart. there may be no flight back to my hometown, big parties and exchange gifts, snuggles with cousins ‘til the wee hours, christmas mass in the morning, feasting on homemade and handmade christmas lunch, opening presents all together, listening to the holiday tunes in the living room, and watching of the city lights on christmas night itself, but the spirit and essence of the yuletide season will forever stay alive. i have realized now that christmas is in the quiet moments — that blissful silence on the way back home after a christmas party which radiates hope, light, and joy; or that comforting silence full of contentment, peace, and gratitude while sharing a meal with your family on noche buena. this year, to save me from tears, i will still celebrate christmas the way i used to know it — in the quiet moments, in my little corner of the world, in the ways that i can in this new world that we are living in, in my twenties, where i still make sure to keep christmas in my heart.

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The marketplace was bustling that morning. Foreign traders had docked into Kugane with all kinds of strange items lining their stalls; dresses with devices called corsets to go along with them that, as far as Misaki understood, collapsed a woman’s rib cage to make her a perfect hourglass shape. There was a stall of beautiful arranged spices from Thavnair with a group of stunning Mi’qote women beside it, their hand-woven carpets hung up on display. Birds - both large and small - sat in cages, squawking and singing sweet little songs in turn. A Xaela man sat silently behind a table lined with exquisitely hand-carved wooden figurines displaying, Misaki assumed, life on the Azim Steppe.

It was a cultural mixing pot, with languages and dialects of all kinds being tossed about by buyers and sellers alike. Misaki watched with a wide-eyed kind of wonder as she wove through the crowded alley. When she started to stray and nearly knock over a lalafell’s display of Ul’dahn style art, a gentle but firm hand met her elbow and guided her back onto the path. Blinking, she looked up to see her bodyguard above her, releasing a sigh and a disapproving ‘tut.’

“You’re going to get in trouble if you knock over someone’s precious goods,” he chided, though there was a ghost of a smile on his lips.

“It’s all overpriced junk, anyway,” she muttered, and the man feigned shock at her comment as he shifted her in front of him and poked her back to get her to keep walking.

“That’s no way to talk about our valued visiting merchants, Misa,” he sighed. “Really, how could you be so cold? Don’t you want one of those Ishgardian torture devices to make your waist smaller?”

“Are you saying it isn’t small enough?” she exclaimed, indignant, whirling around to look at him, which nearly made her smack another shopper in the face with her sheet of hair. Etsuji squinted down at her and lightly tapped the bottom of her chin before breaking into a broad grin.

“Of course not. You stop men dead in their tracks with just a glance. Heavens only know what your figure does to them,” he said cheerfully and cheekily.

As if fully aware of what was coming to him, he sped around Misaki just as she raised her hand to smack his chest, and she gave chase. They wove their way through the merchant stalls, earning a few irritated shouts as they nearly knocked other people over in the process. Once they were out of the tangle of people, Etsuji slowed and let Misaki catch up to him to give him the hard slap he’d earned to his arm, whining once the sting set in.

“That wasn’t necessary,” he pouted, though there was no denying the look in his eyes; he couldn’t have been more pleased with himself.

“You were being a pervert!” Misaki retorted, and the man squinted at her again.

Straightening up to his full height - he was considerably taller than his geiko charge - he tucked his thumbs into the pockets of his suit pants and observed the tiny woman below. That day, she’d donned a Doman-inspired outfit in pale pink and light, floaty fabrics. Her hair was half-pulled up with a jade hairpin keeping it in place, while the rest drifted down her back. Her ever-present jade bracelet was wrapped around her slender wrist and, truth be told, she was a vision even moreso than usual.

Etsuji, of course, was no slouch. To fit the summer’s day, he wore a powder blue linen suit tailored to fit him perfectly. His figure cut a suit in a way that could bring someone to their knees. The leather shoes upon his feet were polished to the point you could use them as a mirror, his shirt almost blindingly white beneath the suit jacket. Dark hair was perfectly messy and held in place by small amounts of gel, a smirk present on his chiseled face. He exuded confidence with a single button undone on his shirt, with his casual stance as he observed Kugane’s most beloved geiko with an air of utmost familiarity.

“Am I being a pervert if I’m being honest?” he teased before leaning down to whisper to the girl, his lips nearly pressed against her ear. “I mean... Misa, I could show you what you do to men, if you need me to.”

“Come here,” she said, calmly, as he started to inch out of arm’s reach, as a blush rapidly started to spread over her cheeks. “I’m going to break your wrist. It’ll only take a second. Don’t make a scene.”

Etsuji laughed and reached out, taking her own wrist gently in his hand and spinning her around. His large, warm hands rested on the tops of her arms as he leaned down and nodded his head forward. A man on a bicycle was pedaling past, the basket in front loaded down with vegetables piled so high it nearly blocked his vision. His gaze met with Misaki’s, and she could practically feel time slowing down for him. By reflex, she offered him a small smile, and his eyes widened some as he let go of the handles of his bicycle to try to wave back. With a yelp, he lost control of the bike and slammed into a merchant’s stall, vegetables flying as the rider hit the ground with a groan and a thud. Misaki gasped as Etsuji snickered a little before grabbing her hand and and casually guiding her away from the cabbage disaster scene.

“Suji!” she snapped. “What was that?”

“I told you I’d show you how you affect men,” he replied with a shrug, glancing at her from the corner of his eye. She huffed and jerked her hand out of his grip. “Oh-- what’s this? Are you mad at me?”

“No,” she said shortly, continuing to walk ahead of him. His longer legs made longer strides, though, and he caught up to her quickly. “Is that all people care about?” she added, her tone agitated. “How I look?”

“Hey-- hey.” His voice and expression softened, though he was still smiling. Misaki glanced up at him with her bottom lip jutting out. She was making sure to put on quite a show, that much was clear. Gently, Etsuji took her hand again to get her to stop walking, then carefully held her face with both of his hands.

“You are beautiful,” he told her confidently, his honey-hued gaze focused on her darker one. “You’ve got a face that could start a war, but you’ve also got the fire to fight in one, and the kind of brain and silver tongue that could end one. You are much more than a pretty face and a pretty figure - far, far more. They’re just a couple of lovely bonuses. There’s not a doubt in my mind that you’re destined for more than what you think you are.”

Misaki looked up at him for a long, quiet moment. He was handsome. If she was being honest, he was the most handsome man she knew. The butterflies that started in her belly when she saw him were getting out of control, and for all of their bickering, it was nearly always playful. The burning embarrassment and frustration she’d felt just moments before melted away at his words, and she smiled a little, her dimples carving into his palms. He smiled back and leaned down, placing a chaste kiss against the top of her head.

“I could say the same thing to you, Mister Goto,” she replied, gently slipping out of his grip. He laughed and ruffled her hair some which brought forth another pout and she turned to march off, a little too quickly. It was then that he noticed his wrist suddenly felt a little lighter, and he blinked, looking down.

“...You really just stole my chronometer,” he said, and she started to laugh as she ran off in the direction of the geisha house. “You little pickpocket! Come back here!”

“You’ll have to catch me!” she called over her shoulder, waving his shining chronometer above her head before dissolving into another fit of giggles as she sprinted off gracefully in her flowing dress.

#stretching some writing muscles #writing #ffxiv rp #{in every lifetime}#FLUFF #FLUFF WRITES #help i love them

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