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flusteredmoonn · 5 months

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speak now; regulus black

summary: "and the organ starts to play a song that sounds like a death march," in which his parents see to it that their familial name is continued on.

tags: (SFW), drabble??, fast paced, arranged marriage, pureblood!reader, she/her pronouns, third person y/n.

words: 600+

speak now tracklist. request.

what had seemed like hundreds of people she didn't know had lined the pews of the church. ironically, an unlikely place for a magically family which held blood purity in such high regard. the girl thought bitterly as she peered behind the dark curtains which hung in the doorway off to the side of the altar.

"come on, girl, don't ogle. you've got to be ready to walk soon," the pointed woman spoke harshly, her hand rested elegantly and sweetly on the girl's shoulder in a false compassion.

"yes, ma'am," she spoke, before making a swift get away back to her dressing room.

no one from her family was there. she had came to the rough conclusion. her father had been sent on a mission from the dark lord, whisking her mother away with him. those that were there for her, weren't really. there were several attendees from the ministry of magic, eager to report on the affair.

everyone who was there whom were her blood, were his blood too. and with how high a status which the black family held, they were never really there for her in the first place.

silently, she cursed her father for promising her away. cursing him because he couldn't give his only child, his only daughter, away on her wedding day.

it had felt like a death sentence, she grimly thought as she turned to stare at herself in the round antique mirror. the dress she donned was obscene. the family she was marrying into had taken the liberty of dressing her away from what was traditional. maybe for such a dark family this was traditional.

the dress matched the name she was soon to take. a stark contrast in colour to what she had been expecting. her face paled with anticipation as damning music began to weave through the atmosphere.

running her hands down the top of the skirt, fingers rubbing the tulle and lace, she squinted at her own reflection in the mirror. delicately, she moved from the room she had taken refuge in, and moved to the foyer in preparation for her walk down the isle.

on the other side of the door, regulus black was having a similar thought process. his high collared suit jacket roughly itching his neck. he so desperately wanted to loosen his tie to relieve himself.

the boy's mother roughly gripped his arm, as though she could read his mind. a lie of a small smile graced his face as he began passing his close family members. the pianist's fingers danced along the keys as they transitioned between songs upon the boy reaching the altar.

sharply, he inhaled as the large doors at the start of the isle swung open once more. hesitantly, y/n put one foot in front of the other. she was on the red strip of carpeted material which ran the length of the church. she can't back down now.

and she didn't, deeply inhaling and squeezing her eyes shut. the bridal chorus began to play, eyes turned to the girl as everyone in the sacred building stood up to watch her walk to deaths door.

after an eternity, she reached the altar, regulus chivalrously took her hand and helped her onto the small stage.

the ministry's priest uttered the words which tied them together for the rest of their lives. both the boy and the girl agreed through gritted teeth, lying about their loyalty to one another and how they'll care for each other 'til the ends of the earth.

and so, they were perpetually tied to one another.

from the artist: i don't really think that anyone outwardly readers regulus fics, that i know of, but this idea was too good to not write. though the execution of it is mehhhh

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a-witch-in-endor · 2 years

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I really hope this isn’t disrespectful, if it is please feel free to ignore and I’m very sorry. I saw your recent post about diaspora and as someone who has gone their life never really knowing anyone irl who’s jewish and all I knew about antisemitism in school went as far as giving context for the Holocaust, just that antisemitism existed in Europe and was growing during the time.. I knew that the Jewish people had been persecuted in centuries before that, but never really the why of it. After reading your post I was wanted to try to find out why, and I feel so baffled rn. Christianity is not only a gigantic perpetrator of homophobia and an excuse for modern bigotry, but it’s also an origin of anti-Judaism in the early centuries? (If the articles i found were accurate in saying that Christians blamed the Jewish for the death of jesus) Doesn’t that mean that the prejudices that lead to the Holocaust were Christian-originating/perpetuated? How on earth can a religion that calls itself the “love thy neighbor” one be okay with this? How is the Church still around?? How can Christians justify themselves believing in a god and Church that has spread so much hate?

… my large bias against Christianity aside, it reminds me a bit of how social media and algorithms nowadays are designed intentionally to induce feelings of frustration and anger because statistically your investment in the thing/paying attention to it lasts longer and is more immersive. I wonder if it’s because of the .. “united prejudice” that has allowed Christianity to survive and grow throughout the centuries, spreading its ideas of hate and prejudice against the “other”, the outsider, while offering a sense of community and small little “love thy neighbor/thoughts and prayers/you’ll go to heaven” nonsense to the individuals who join and stay. It’s so evil. But I’m curious to hear more of your perspective on this. It’s easy to be upset in my own little bubble, but i wanted to ask more for your voice and perspective on the subject, if it’s okay. Thank you for reading either way and I hope you have a wonderful day ^^

Hi anon, I would have liked to reach out to you privately as there's a lot to parse here - so do feel free to unanon yourself if you want to chat.

I feel like there's a lot of pain here, which makes me wonder if you come from a culturally Christian background? I think that with these things, it's easy to get lost in the weeds of guilt, but we need to remember that there is a difference between being the recipient of privilege and being the guilty party. I know that might not always be in vogue to say, but you're not to blame for other people's harmful actions. Reducing antisemitic harm by recognising the weight of it is important. Getting crushed under that weight helps nobody.

(If that's not what's motivating you here, then please feel free to ignore. I don't mean to be patronising. It just felt like you were crying out under the weight of something that shouldn't be crushing you.)

To your more technical question about Christianity:

Antisemitism is a tricky thing to define. As long as tribes have existed, there have been insider-good-outsider-bad notions. For the first thousand or so years of our existence, things happened to the Jewish people which were awful, but were also typical. The Assyrians decimated the Northern Kingdom, and then the Babylonians destroyed the Temple and brought us into exile. When we returned to the native homeland and rebuilt our Temple, the Greeks came in and desecrated the Temple with idol worship and banned the study of Torah. Were they targeting us for being Jewish? Sometimes yes, because monotheism was a weird and wild concept. But they were doing the same thing to everyone else.

Our relationship with the Romans was also pretty terrible, but... well, the Romans didn't always have wonderful relationships with the indigenous peoples they were oppressing, y'know. We weren't really unique there. Again, something something monotheism something, but it was still fairly even-handed.

Christianity is, I think rightly, seen to be where antisemitism changed from general disdain for the Other to an insidious and in some ways unique hatred. I don't want this to turn into too much of an essay, but I'll list a few reasons this happened, which are not just "Christianity is evil at its core" (I don't really think many religious cultures are; religion is a natural human response to the search for meaning, so it's rare it's that rotten):

Christianity has a baked-in disdain for Judaism, because the originators of Christianity were all Jews who were engaged in criticism of their own culture, and this got lost when it became a Gentile religion. Jesus almost never spoke with non-Jews and his message was utterly rooted in Jewish custom and culture. I've lost count of the number of times I've explained to a random Christian friend what their own scripture is referring to, because the NT was written with the assumption that you understand its context. When the NT paints Jews with a broad brush, it is the way that we would speak about our own in-groups. However, Christianity after the time of Jesus quickly became a Gentile religion, and the Gentiles who were reading their scriptures understood that disdain for Jews from an outside perspective instead of an inside one.

Christianity then started to gain political power, and the early Church Fathers engaged in pointed anti-Jewish rhetoric because they were struggling to maintain boundaries. In those very early days of power, the Christians were moving into Gentile territory, but on a ground-level, they were still engaging with Jews because... well, monotheists (kind of) are going to interact with one another over the pagans, right? This led to some confusion among the laity, and the early church fathers were concerned that those blurry boundaries were going to cause issues. So they started preaching against the evil Jews to get their good Christians to separate themselves.

The second Jewish exile begins, and the native homeland is all but closed for business. Jews had a first exile and a smaller diaspora due to the Babylonians, but it was short-lived. We were able to return to the homeland and rebuild, albeit with restricted power. The second exile - the one we're arguably still in - is what led to the sprawling Jewish communities you know today. From the first century until the 20th, there was no place for Jews to go with any sense of guarantee of staying. This meant that Jewish communities would rely mostly on one another, and be seen as overly weird and unwilling to assimilate and convert. Before modernity, there was an assumption that Jews could and should convert to Christianity, which would solve the Jewish problem*. Lots of forced conversions occurred, but it didn't generally go well, because forcibly-converted Jews were suspected of... well, secretly retaining their Jewishness. And actually, a lot of them did, so it was a pretty accurate suspicion. Then a lot of Jews were killed under that suspicion.

In the Crusades, the Jews were the "enemy at home". Christian soldiers were marching off to war with the Muslims, but the Muslims were so far away. They would often attack Jewish communities either en route or instead of continuing farther, because the fervor to attack the enemy didn't really require you to march all that way.

Because Jewish communities didn't want to assimilate, they were often pointed at as an explanation for bigger problems. Yeah yeah, I know we all learned the term "scapegoat" in school, but it's important here. You have the mixture of: 1. they should be Christian because Christians are Good and Others are Bad, 2. they absolutely refuse to assimilate and like to be very insular, and 3. they're right there around the corner! This was a terrible mix of issues, because then when a little boy turns up dead or an illness spreads, there's a very easy finger to point. And the world is much easier to live in if you know whose fault a problem like that is. (And then add to that: Jews got less sick because we have religious rules about, um, washing our hands.)

Racialised "science" gets added to the mix. The term "antisemitism" was actually coined as a replacement for "Judenhass", or "Jew hatred", because there was a desire to say that Jews were racially different, not just religiously different. This was happening as race "science" was happening more broadly. While beforehand, the Jew could theoretically convert to Christianity and the Jewish problem could be solved (though that wasn't necessarily the case in practice), now, the Jewish problem was seen as inherent.

Money lending lends to conspiracies about Jewish control of capitalism, etc. I'm just bored of explaining this, but the bottom line is: the Christians made us deal with money lending because they wouldn't do it themselves but it's necessary for a functioning economy, and then they blamed us for making money. This is where you get conspiracies about Jews running the world from. What I hope you can see in that brief (and very much incomplete) history of antisemitism, lots of things are rooted in the cultural genesis and theology of Christianity, but it's not as simple as "Christians invented antisemitism". Let's be clear, for a start: antisemitism exists very firmly in non-Christian areas of the world, too. It might not have been like this without Christianity, but it also wouldn't have been like this without Christianity switching to a Gentile majority, without the Romans so thoroughly destroying the Jewish homeland, etc etc etc.

I mentioned harm-reduction rather than guilt above. If you're interested in harm-reduction, then one of the best things you can do is recognise where wider culture has pushed you into buying into prejudices. Here are some hallmarks of modern antisemitism that are very much rooted in the above: conspiracies that Jews run the world and are behind big catastrophes; beliefs that Jews poison the wells and drink the blood of babies (yes, people still believe this, but it's more common in the Muslim world than the Christian one now); stereotypes about Jews loving money; ideas that Jews are overly hostile to the countries who have so nicely taken us in and not murdered us recently, usually because we are too insular or because we won't eat everything; believing that Jews are the only people who don't deserve to have any self-governance even though it's been proven time and time again that Jews can't trust Gentile governance; defining terms to specifically exclude Jews; ideas that Jews are secretly not the "real" Jews; claiming the Jewish God (or "Old Testament" God) is bloodthirsty as opposed to the loving Christian God (said by people who have never read the Bible, I assume); concepts that you can't trust Jews because they only care about other Jews... and there are many more, unfortunately.

Anyway, it's really late and I didn't mean to provide such a long commentary. I hope this was helpful in some way? Feel free to message me if you want to chat more.

#jew on main #antisemitism

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yarpharp · 2 years

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I was curious so I browsed the Genshin Impact fandom on AO3 and like... Are y'all all just thirsty for anime malewives and cutesy waifus?

Bruh, there's PEAK humor material with this game. Diluc's entire vigilante story arc is one long bad pun off of Batman. Paimon is this inexplicably tiny little star fairy that is one large hungry Void but everyone keeps debating whether or not they can eat her (are they serious, or are they just trying to scare her enough to shut her up? She has very similar energy to another fairy we all know and hate from Legend of Zelda). All the Archeons are fucking Old As Shit but also very much Poor because they don't quite understand or give a shit about profits; even Zhongli, who literally built Liyue with a bunch of nature gods/spirits, is more of a glorified contract lawyer than a money-minded entrepreneur. So everyone's perpetually buying them things or finding themselves awkwardly the caretakers of Old Gods. Razor is this clueless wholesome feral kid who is perpetually confused by dumbass social expectations and deals with it by being flippant with his limited vocabulary... Which often results in absolute shitposts. Amber has a doll collection and various members of the knights think it's creepy. Barbara is a church girl who reads the equivalent of Fantasy Cosmo. Jean is the overworked police chief who would really love it if her friends and subordinates weren't all eccentric murder machines that regularly take the Law Into Their Own Hands. Kaeya is a very good liar but also a horrible liar; he has plenty of good lies, but he also sprinkles in enough absolute bullshit that you're left to either not believe him or agree with him because the truth is often stranger than fiction and is that why he has an eye patch?

And that's only a small fraction of the characters! Seriously! PEAK HUMOR POTENTIAL HERE.

#genshin impact #i want crack fics not smut fics #in this house we stan gen fics #Razor is my son #diluc is batman #kaeya is a land pirate #Jean is Commissioner Gordon

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cat3ch1sm · 2 years

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🌿| ok we aren't gonna talk abt how long i procrastinated on this okay i had finals all week and spent every waking second studying pls forgive me

🍃| request from @darkrose33 <33 it is just after l's funeral (reader's s/o) and the reader is feeling sad and alone. light decides to take advantage of this. this is part one- which doesn't consist of NSFW, but part two def will :) this part got hella long y'all

🍃| hope u enjoy ur request, reader! <3 for more info on my account click here!

light yagami x fem!reader~ part 1 (sfw)

All you felt was empty.

You'd seen it coming, sort of. You'd prepared yourself as best as you could for the strong possibility that maybe L wouldn't make it out of the Kira case alive. You'd tried to get used to the idea of losing him. You'd spent long, melancholy nights planning your future alone and spent some days distancing yourself from L as to adjust to the idea of him not being there. You had sought out outside help such as therapy, using an alias and saying that you had a terminally ill relative. You'd thrown yourself into your work, often staying up late nights and waking before dawn to immerse yourself in it as much as possible. You had prepared yourself for the likelihood that the very man L had suspected of being Kira, the mass murderer of thousands, would step up and play the part of L. Every possible road had been traveled, every path traversed in your effort to mentally, physically, and emotionally prepare for the death of L.

But it hadn't changed the fact that, at the time, L had still been there. It was never a reality then, you didn't really have to face it- and thus your attempts had been in vain. Now, here you were in the back of the cathedral, struggling to even breathe.

L was dead.

The only thing that you could see in your head was the perpetually repeating scene of L falling out of his chair to the ground, not a single detail missing. The metallic clink of his teaspoon when it hit the floor. The convergence of the entire task force on L's fading body, all yelling in panic and concern. The sudden disappearance of shinigami Rem. The white screen displayed on every device in the room, void of any images or text except for one line- All data deletion. Light clutching the limp detective"s body in his arms, face hidden by his brown hair. L's eyelids slowly fluttering shut. The ensuing frenzy that followed after Light came to the grim conclusion that the remainder of the task force would be killed as well. The pile of shimmering silver dust, later found in the back of the headquarters, along with the Death Note and a single black pen.

Every last detail.

It didn't feel quite real. There was still a substantial portion of your mind that refused to process the reality that L was dead. Gone. Much of you felt numb and shocked, while still other parts of you wanted to drop to the floor and never stop crying. It was the feeling of utter despair, loneliness- and bitterness. Why was L ripped away from you so violently? In front of your eyes, no less? It didn't seem fair. Weren't you both the good guys? Just once, why couldn't there be a happy ending?

You were sitting beneath the sill of a large stained glass window, almost like a mural, a beautifully crafted image of Jesus Christ with beams of radiance emitting from his head, various Biblical images depicted in the space around Jesus. There was an image of the stone tablets containing the Ten Commandments, a chorus of angels playing a variety of instruments, an effigy of a Nativity scene, and most notably, a large tree holding several red apples, and a nude woman beside the tree plucking the apple; the fruit was beside a sly-looking snake shrouded in the bushes, watching as the girl took the fruit. This room in particular had a rather eerie ambience, only enhanced by the fact that just beyond the walls, the corpse of the greatest detective to ever live lay pale and limp in a furnished casket.

At least the church was pretty- the whole place looked like this, the ceilings displaying paintings of angels and the floors in red carpet, the whole cathedral smelling faintly of frankincense. The funeral had been limited to just the task force, and the church had been tightly locked down in order to keep outsiders out. As of now, the funeral had officially ended, and Matsuda, Aizawa, Soichiro, and Mogi had left about a half hour ago- but not before asking you over and over if you were alright, which made you smile a bit amidst your dripping tears. L's body was to be buried that midnight by affiliates of L, wanting to do so in secret as to not run into any unwanted visitors. But as for L's body now- it still lay in the closed casket in front of the congregation, a grandly blooming bouquet with many kinds of flowers tied with a white ribbon to the lid.

Your partner was now a corpse.

Now you inhaled shakily, wiping at your tears. It was time to put your emotions aside as best as you could and think rationally. L wasn't going to come back, and no amount of crying was going to change that. He'd probably be telling you to pull yourself together right around now- there were things to be done, cases to be solved. Emotions were only a liability, and you were not to allow them to interfere with business.

Still, a choked sob escaped you as you thought about this. You would give anything for L to be here, chastising you now.

But he never would again.

"Y/N?"

You startled, jerking your head up to search for the source of the voice echoing throughout the back of the cathedral. Your gaze came to rest on none other than Light, nothing more than a tall, shadowy silhouette in the dark lighting of the church, standing a short distance from you.

"Light." You blinked your eyes hard and violently rubbed at your cheeks, eliminating the last of the tears as you got to your feet and dusted off your long, elegant black gown. As you did not want Light to see your current state, you couldn't help but feel a rush of relief that the light radiating through the glass windows was only minimal.

"Um- is there something you need?" you asked airily. Light stepped closer to you, entering the light to reveal his sharp black suit and tie.

"Is there something you need?" Light returned, making your brow furrow in slight confusion. "I know L's death must be quite hard on you- I want to make sure you're okay."

"Ah, it's- it'll be fine." Wow, that wasn't very convincing, and you realized this with a slight grimace. Waving it off, you pressed forward, hoping to sound more okay than you actually felt. "I suppose it was all but inevitable. The odds were against him; that's all there was to it." You let out a somewhat bitter laugh, lowering your gaze to the velvet carpet. "I'm a bit impressed L didn't pass sooner..."

Light eyed you a little suspiciously, and it was clear he knew you were not alright in the least. You could sense his burning yet warm eyes on you, observing your body language as you continued to stare at the floor, not knowing what else to do.

"Really, I'm fine." You tried again, fiddling with the pendant around your neck that you'd saved for a special occasion. Feeling tears begin to prick at the backs of your eyes once more, you opted to change the subject. "How about you? How are you doing?"

Now it was Light's turn to look dubious. "I don't know how to feel, really- but if I had to pinpoint it, I'd have to say nervous." At nervous, he winced a little- which caught you rather off guard.

"You're nervous?" You blurted, unable to hide your surprise. "Um... that doesn't really sound like you."

"Ha, it's not." Light smiled sheepishly and put a hand behind his head, the other in his pocket. "It's just the prospect of taking over as L... I know it's something I can probably handle, but I can't help but feel a little intimidated.."

"Oh, who wouldn't be? It's a daunting task. But I'm certain you'll act accordingly as L." This was a lie on your part, actually- since L's death, your suspicions of Light being Kira had gone through the roof. But obviously, you couldn't let that be known to Light.

Light gave you a grateful grin. "Thank you, Y/N."

"Of course."

Light began to move closer still to you, and a little off-put, you stepped backwards closer to the stain-glass mural. "Is- is there anything else you need?"

"Well, I do have something to ask you." He was even closer now- your body was completely pressed against the window now. Too late, the feeling of something being wrong began to arise in your mind.

You hesitated. There wasn't very much you could do about that now. "Go ahead."

"What did you see in L that you didn't see in me?"

Your eyes flew wide open, shocked. What the hell was Light saying? Knowing something was definitely wrong now, your fists slowly began to rise to your hips, ready to swing if Light were to try anything. "What?"

"You heard me."

Oh, hell no. A furious expression taking hold of your facial features, your fists instantly flew upward to reach Light's face- only for a single hand to stop them both, long fingers wrapping around both of your wrists. In one swift move, Light swung your wrists and arms backward, slamming them against the shining glass behind you, holding your hands captive above your head. Your breathing began to speed up, and you glared up at Light with equally incensed and terrified eyes. What was he doing?

"Don't look so scared," Light told you, feigning comfort as an almost diabolical smirk spread across his lips, the glimmer of the sun through the window behind you reflecting in his greedy brown eyes. "I won't hurt you- that is, unless you don't cooperate."

You had no clue what was even really happening, but you damn sure weren't about to play along. "Cooperate? Light, what the hell? Let me go!" With a strained grunt, you wrenched against Light's grasp, twisting your body this way and that to try and tear your hands from his grip. However, your attempts were in vain, and didn't even seem to phase him. Instead, Light let out a derisive chuckle, licensing you even further.

"It's pointless to resist, Y/N." Light told you matter-of-factly, appearing almost bored as he held your body fast to the wall. "If you'll only stop moving so much, this doesn't have to be so bad."

Your eyes were ablaze with anger and humiliation- but you knew Light was probably right. You would only wear yourself out if you kept struggling against him. Taking this into account, you reluctantly ceased your thrashing, breathing heavily as you allowed your chin to drop down to your chest as you hung your head in defeat.

"What is it you want from me? Please, just get it over with." Your voice was muffled as you stared forlornly at the floor. Whatever Light wanted- you simply couldn't do it today. Any day but today.

"I want nothing from you- I want you." Light's hand slid under your chin and gently lifted your head up to face him. Your eyes were gloomy and half-lidded as you met Light's stormy eyes, alight with the wistful golden glow emitting from the stained glass window. His body was against yours now, the fabric of his suit touching the cloth of your dress, falling half off your shoulders from the prior encumbrance. You could feel the faint thumps of his heartbeat on your skin, and your breath hitched a little. This could not be happening. Today.

"Want me." you spat icily, almost a little too scornful. "I take it you've been after me for a while? I knew it. I could tell."

"Aren't you clever, Y/N?" Another sardonic chuckle. "You're quite correct- since the day I first laid eyes on you, you were the only thing I could think about. I memorized every last one of your features, even those that weren't necessarily physical- your smile, your laugh, the way you fidget with your hands- and the way you used to look at L." At this line, Light's face tightened, and you couldn't help but choke back a slight gasp. Your instincts were screaming at you to kick him, to fight back, to do anything- but you found you were simply unable to move.

"You're insane." was the only thing you could manage in a biting tone, jaw clenched and diction clipped. Light only responded with an unsettling smile before resuming his lament.

"I was... rather dismayed when I found out that you and L had begun a relationship- a romantic one. All I could think about was how it was supposed to be me- you were supposed to belong to me. And when L went and handcuffed himself to me, all I wanted to do was kill him. I was forced to watch you kiss lips that weren't mine, throw your arms around a body that wasn't mine. Likewise- I was made to watch his hands run along your waist, caress your skin, smooth back your hair- skin I should have been touching, hair that should have been tangled in my own fingers."

"And for what? For him to dismiss you, ignore you half the time, and behave as if you meant so little to him? When I could have granted your every wish, showered you with my love every second."

So Light had noticed the growing distance between you and L- realizing this, you couldn't bring yourself to keep looking at him, and instead dropped your head again from Light's grasp, hot tears dripping down your face and blurring your vision. L had been quite alienated from you in the days leading up to his death, and it had made you suffer greatly as the looming threat of Kira grew closer every day. All you had wanted to do was be there for L, save him somehow from going in too deep and endangering himself even further- and your efforts had only been proven futile. L had quite blatantly dismissed your attempts at assistance- ignoring you, rejecting any forms of physical affection from you, even going so far as to flat out tell you that he didn't even want you present at times, which had hurt you greatly. It had made you feel unwanted, inferior, and useless. And now that L's murderer had thrown it all back in your face, it was like a wound in salt, stinging like the tears spilling from your eyes.

"Look at you. You're still crying over L- even when he's no longer here." Light leaned down a little to meet your height, while still holding your wrists with one hand, and peered into your red and glassy eyes with a strangely affectionate expression. "Do you see now? Do you see how much he made you hurt? Do you see how good I could make you feel?"

You were too distressed to answer, face completely wet now as the whole day hit you at once. Light, however, didn't seem impatient with you- instead straightening up and at last releasing your hands, your arms limply falling to your sides, and sliding his hands slowly around your waist in an act of comfort. He began to rub your skin through your dress soothingly, easing your tears some as you began to relax a little. "It's alright. It'll be fine, Y/N- okay?"

You nodded shakily, no longer paying much attention to what you were actually doing, only wanting to find comfort somewhere, anywhere.

"I can make you feel better again. I can make you feel safe. You just have to let me."

You sighed, wiping at the tears on your cheeks.

"Okay."

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