#everyone knows where you were last night yagami. we all do.

[jichanxo]

hiding the evidence (badly)

#kuwagami #kuwana jin #yagami takayuki #lost judgment #judgment #takayuki yagami #jin kuwana #kaito masaharu #masaharu kaito #jichanart #jichan'shandslipped #full disclosure: four-white-trees made an offhanded joke about yagami wearing a turtleneck to hide hickeys #and thus making it extremely obvious they're there #and i was like. oh. canon. also i'm drawing that. #so he gets credit for the joke #anyway kuwana does this on purpose <3 obviously #he looks like such a shithead here and i'm very proud of it #alleged kuwana fan and yet i barely draw him vaping. fixing that right fucking now #everyone knows where you were last night yagami. we all do. #imagine yagami insisting that he just felt like wearing something different for a change and nobody believing him

[captain-lessship]

Call Me: Two V Two

You weren’t surprised by this meeting, the first of which you decided to sit in on. A few questioning glances fell in you. Compared to L, you look normal. A simple shirt and short combo paired with a pair of slippers that were forgotten on the floor. 

Only similarities were the slightly dark under eye bags that you rewarded after many nights you spent awake, waiting for him, and you hadn’t the energy to cover the bags with concealer, and the odd sitting position. You sat slouched with one leg tucked up to your chest, where you rested your head on your knee, carefully watching the Task force, mentally sizing them up. 

There was a sound of shock throughout the room when L said there’s a possibility there might be two Kira’s. No one really saw this coming and questions radiated from everyone. You looked from the officers to look at L.

Discussion rang as L and the Taskforce talked through the information, then their attention went to you. 

“Who are you exactly?” Chief Yagami, a man who had much stress on him between the case itself and his son being a suspect, asked.

“I am V.” You said, reaching for your cup of tea that was on the table. “Like Watari, I work for Ryuzaki.” You took a sip from the cup, “I have my own set of skills outside caretaking though. They might not be as grand as the intelligence of my partner but I have never failed in my own field.”

“Which is?” 

“Let’s just call it information gathering” you set the cup down before cutting your sharp eyes to L, noticing that he wasn’t paying attention to you. “And, of course, better communication skill.” You gave L a playful teasing glance.

“You mean you’re a spy?” 

You nodded. “There’s also my weapon skills, which are impressive but don’t do much good in this situation.” 

“Knowing now that there is a high possibility that there is another Kira, I feel comfortable bringing in my own partner.” He ate the last bite of his cake, after he swallowed, he added a little tidbit of information, “She is also my wife.” 

This was the big shock to the group, which mildly offended L. “I will act as if I am not irked at your alls misconception about me.” He couldn’t hide the mild annoyance in his voice as he demanded they get back to work. 

You smiled as you stood up and walked to the chair where L sat, you pressed a gentle kiss to his cheek as you picked up his now empty plate. 

You exited the room, his guess to collect something. He smiled lightly at your caring action, still feeling the remnants of your chapstick on his cheek. In response, he reached and poured me tea in your cup, awaiting your return. 

It was late that night before he entered the bed room, noting your still form. A small sigh came from his lips. “Are you awake?”

He waited for a response, there was none. He walked to the bed and when he reached his side he noticed your out stretched hand, reaching for him in your sleep. He gently moved it and laid down, hoping he didn’t wake you.

One could only hope. You sat up in bed, a yawn left you. He moved his head to lay on your thigh, like it was instinctive.

“Are you actually going to sleep? Or are you just saying goodnight?” You whispered out. 

Hearing your voice and feeling the warmth of your body mad L realize how tired he actually was. 

“You need to take care of yourself.” You gently carded your fingers through his hair. “A good nights sleep would help you.”

“It’s very tempting.”

“I think they’re nice people.”

“They are okay. Not my least favorite team I’ve worked with.” He noted.

You looked up the ceiling, “L?”

“Yes?” 

“Do you think you’ll die?”

“Someday.”

You huffed, “I mean… be killed.”

“We all get killed. Whether by an outside force or a fault in our bodies that arise.” 

“By Kira?”

He was quiet, “I hope not.”

“I don’t know what’d I’d do if you died,” you looked down at his face, “I think I would die too.”

“That… I wouldn’t want you to die if I did. Someone has to take care of the house. Also Watari needs someone to look after. And the Lawliet Widow would be a great contender.”

“Until you’re dead, don’t call me that.”

“If I was dead I wouldn’t be calling you anything.”

You decided to change the subject, “What are we going to do when we get home?”

“Enjoy your baking and hopefully relax.”

You were surprised: He actually wanted to relax. “I think a vacation would do us some good.”

“To?”

“The Netherlands. They have great winters in the travel magazines. Or France.”

“As long as it isn’t terribly Sandy or sunny, I would be fine.”

You paused, “L. Our honeymoon was in the Bahamas.” 

“And the sand we collected there will satisfy me for a lifetime.” 

You laughed, “If I knew you hated the beach, we could have gone somewhere else.”

“You are summer incarnate.”

“What do you mean?”

“You’re like the sun. Actually let me re-phrase the earlier statement, you are more like spring. When the sun is still gentle yet still warms you.” 

“Does that make you fall and winter?”

“Does it?”

“Unforgiving on the outside yet after a while, it becomes beautiful because of the colors of the leaves and the uniqueness of the snowflakes.”

“I didn’t know we became poetic when tired.”

“Yeah,” you turned to look at the clock, “I think it foolish to be awake before eight.” 

He lifted his head from you to allow you to lay down, he then slid himself on top of you, becoming your blanket of sorts. You didn’t care as long as he sleep and he wasn’t heavy so you could still breathe. Your arms went to his back, rubbing up again.

L fell asleep because of the affection and the added lullaby of your heart. 

#l death note #l lawilet #l x reader #l lawliet x reader #death note #romantic relationships #series #talk of death #death note fanfiction #light yagami death note #light yamagi #misa amane

[autism-spectral-theorem]

hi posting third chapter of my death note fic on this account whatever. not a lot happens yet but L appears in this one. (ao3)

(first chapter)

(previous chapter)

It was as if only a second had passed when he opened his eyes to the ringing of his alarm. Usually, he could wake up at whatever time he wanted with no need for an alarm, but he had set it as a precaution so he would not be late to school in case he accidentally fell asleep during one of the last few sleepless nights. He sat up in bed and stretched. It would probably take several more nights of good sleep for him to be completely well rested, but he no longer felt so sleep deprived, and his hand hurt less. For the sake of his health, he was definitely going to have to ease up on the judgements.

“Thought you’d never get up.” Right. There was a demon in his room.

“Good morning, Ryuk. I hope you didn’t cause any trouble at night.”

“Hyuk, hyuk. The human world is fun. I flew around and ate some apples.”

Light decided not to press about where exactly he had acquired those apples, but made a mental note that the shinigami’s affinity for apples may come to be a useful piece of information. “Alright. Have fun, but don’t let other humans know you’re here, or they might catch me and your fun will be over.”

***

A group of his classmates was gathered by the entrance to the school. Everyone appeared to be animatedly discussing something. Could it be? He greeted them. “What’s going on?”

A quiet girl from his class whom he had never really talked to previously (though he did recall watching her draw in class, creating near photographic representations of their classmates and teachers) turned towards him. “Have you read the news?”

“I haven’t really been online the past few days. Busy studying. What happened?”

“So busy with your studies that you barely remember us simple mortals, of course, Yagami. Last night, in the span of less than an hour, ten of the world’s richest people donated all their wealth to charity and dropped dead. Then, people on social media started noticing that the past few days, people have been dying under similar circumstances. Some members of criminal organizations around the world have turned themselves and their accomplices in before dying immediately after. Serial killers, rapists, child abusers. It would seem obvious that this is the doing of some government, maybe the CIA or something, but the thing is, corrupt government officials have been dying too, and the events of last night probably eliminate this possibility. Some people have even been saying it’s divine judgment, that those who harm others are being eliminated. It’s just speculation of course. I’m sure everyone here would be curious to know what you think.”

It was all going according to plan. Light suppressed his smile and pretended to be deep in thought, as if taking in this information for the first time. “Very interesting. I can’t say I have heard of something like this happening before, though that much is obvious. Normally, I would say these are just accidents that happened to coincide, but the probability of such a series of coincidences happening is so unlikely that if this was a scientific study we would be forced to conclude something else is going on here. My guess as to what exactly is as good as yours though.” He told everyone he would see them in class and politely excused himself. 

For once, Light was grateful he did not have to pay attention in class because it gave him time to reassess his situation and plan ahead (while ignoring Ryuk’s antics in the background). His initial actions were hasty and based on limited information. He had done the best he could with the large number of unknown variables, but now that he knew for certain that he was in for the long run, it was essential to assess every aspect at play and pursue the optimal course of action.

So far, he was pleased with the results, but it was too early to tell how everything would play out, and if any unpleasant surprises would surface. What he did the day before was a necessary gamble. It was a bold move to go for some of what would seem like the most important targets so early, and he had hesitated. He was not an idiot and it was obvious to him that it was unlikely that all billionaires would suddenly start giving away all their money and restructuring their enterprises according to the principles of worker democracy. The far more likely outcome would be that they would store their assets in offshore accounts, with the bonus of tax evasion, and it would be anywhere between extremely time-consuming and impossible for him alone to figure out who owns what. Perhaps at that point he could rely on his supporters (at this point in time, he did not know of any supporters, but he was sure there would be many people who would see his righteousness eventually).

Given this, it would seem to any reasonable observer that this was an impulsive move expected of a teenager given too much power. But to Light, this was a lower-risk move compared to starting by eliminating “bad” political leaders to make a point, because it was more attention-catching yet did not pose as much of an issue with finding replacements. And just as one cannot win a game of chess using only pawns, he could not achieve his goals by going only after small targets.

***

Bathed in the blue glow of monitors in his dark office, L stacked a dozen sugar cubes into his tea and pressed on them with a spoon, watching the hot tea seep into the sugar, softening and dissolving it. He stirred it slightly, took a sip of the slightly crunchy sugary slush, then brought his eyes back to the screen.  

An unlikely series of deaths around the world had caught his attention in the past week. Such things were not extraordinary in his work, but what was extraordinary about this case was the worldwide spread of victims, lack of any kind of physical evidence, and almost deliberate conspicuousness, as if the killer (if there was one, and this was precisely the point that led L to suspect there was) wanted to be noticed. It was so conspicuous, in fact, that he predicted it would be a matter of a few days before law enforcement agencies noticed and contacted him.

Something caught his eye. Impossible! He took this thumb out of his mouth and stared. There was no doubt now.

His phone rang.

#death note #iso.txt

[detectiveichijouji]

Case 4 - Make it Double!

[AO3 version]

“W-wha-WHAT!? H-how can you tell it was me who did this!?” Ishida Yamato, 20 years old -- a newly adult, had to face the police for a strange reason: Someone invaded Taichi’s room, and witnesses (neighbors and Hikari) said to have seen him leaving the crime scene.

“How can you think it was him!?” Sora, his girlfriend and the same age as him by a month of difference, snapped at the officers. She also was Taichi’s friend so… “Is this some kind of a prank, because I did not like it!”

“... Is Taichi ok?” Yamato refused to believe it was him who invaded the Yagami’s apartment, so he hoped that no one had been hurt, “Hikari-chan? Mr. & Mrs. Yagami?”

Taichi was not at home that night. He was at work, and had plans to move out sooner. However, Agumon and Tailmon sensed something was off. They tried to intercept 'Yamato', but… They had no success. Hikari was about to say something right now, when she, Takeru and Daisuke saw the police interrogating him and Sora outside.

Hikari… Did not believe that it was Yamato at all.

“What happened?” Daisuke asked the other two with him, “Why are the police arguing with Yamato-san?”

“Someone invaded our house as Yamato,” Tailmon explained, “Everyone was fine and nothing was stolen.”

“Do you think this is related to that Arsenemon guy?” Takeru asked.

“Hm, probably… The ‘Yamato’ we caught last night had a subtle digimon scent…”

“Another shapeshifter digimon” Daisuke sighed, “I can’t believe more digimon can do this besides Bakemon, Arukenimon and Mummymon… What if he uses anyone-else-we-know’s face next time!?”

“It’s ok, Daisuke-kun” Takeru grinned, “We know each other enough to unmask a faker in the wild.”

“Eh? Really?” Daisuke pouted, “Then, when is my birthday?”

“I think saying it here, outside a safer place, would make Arsenemon know that information,” Tailmon shrugged.

“Oh, that’s right!” Chibimon and Daisuke said together.

“Should we talk with Yamato-san?” Hikari asked the mons and the boys, “I think we should take this case.”

“The others would help too,” Takeru replied, “After all, Yamato is their friend too.”

Yamato heard of the young six forming their own ‘detective club’ and decided to talk with them. Usually he would go ask Taichi and Koushiro for those, but… What if Taichi and Koushiro do not believe him?

“So… Yamato-san, where were you when this happened?”

It’s awkward hearing Ken and the others interrogating him, but he and Gabumon knew this was needed…

“I was with Sora at a band gig. We were going to play that night… Taichi refused my invitation because he had to work late, Koushiro and Jou said they were also busy. And I couldn’t bug you six knowing you had school the next day.”

“Those tracks,” Takeru nodded sagely, “Yamato told me about the gig, but he didn’t want us to stay late because of school.”

“Yes,” Hikari added, “I remember seeing Yamato-san talking to Taichi this morning…”

“Hmm” Iori was watching every gesture and phrasing Yamato said, trying to spot any flaw in it. But those felt legitimate, and Gabumon would know if that wasn’t the real Yamato after all…

“So Sora-san and you have an alibi,” Miyako stated, stroking her chin.

“Alibi?” V-mon blinked.

“It means like, ‘you have a claim or evidence that you weren’t involved in the crime scene’ “ Daisuke explained to V-mon and the other digimon who might not know that either.

“Daisuke-san really got the spirit of a detective,” Wormmon commented with the other digimon, who nodded in agreement.

“Did you notice anything wrong when you came home?” Ken asked the next question.

“If I remember well... Sora and I saw someone flying from Taichi’s building.”

“Flying huh?” Iori repeated vaguely, “Hikari-san, did you witness anything from your perspective?”

“Um… It’s true. Tailmon woke me up immediately saying there was a digimon inside, but… All I saw was someone like Yamato-san in Taichi’s room… And that ‘Yamato-san’ jumped out the window…”

“But we didn’t see where they went.” Tailmon added.

“Do y’all think it’s… that Arsenemon guy from the calling card thingy?” Armadimon asked them all.

“Arsenemon?” Gabumon and Yamato blinked.

“Some digimon-thief who popped in stealing jewels” Daisuke replied with a shrug, “The police asked our help to deal with him, sorta.”

“The police might not know that a human cannot survive jumping straight out of the 13th floor” Ken mused, “So it’s definitely a digimon.”

“But… How can we clean Yamato’s name?” Gabumon asked a little hesitantly.

“Catching the fake Yamato guy,” Daisuke said seriously, glancing at the others, “Right?”

“Yes/Yeah!” they all nodded.

Espimon was lurking outside with her camouflage on -- which means not only she was “invisible” but also had blocked all of her presence for the other digimon. After listening to the entire convo between Yamato and the 02 Team… She had to retreat and talk with Arsenemon.

But… Where’s Arsenemon now? Was he really the one who invaded the Yagami family’s apartment?

“Boss! Boss!!” She contacted him via her communicator, while flying high in the sky, “There’s some big big NEWS!!”

“Hm?”

“Seems like someone invaded one of the Chosen Children’s homes and used one of them as a disguise!” she said, then… “Weren’t you, right boss?”

Arsenemon bit his lip. So, there’s someone targeting those kids too huh…?

“You know my Modus Operandi , Espimon. I don’t recall visiting any of the Chosen Children last night.” he replied nonchalantly, “Besides, we were together studying how to catch the next piece from that facility.”

“Oh… Right…”

“Sigh… Let me guess, you’re asking that because those kids think it was me, right?”

“Aye, boss!”

He was aware of this going to happen the moment he arrived and stole that broken gem. Also, he was pretty aware that those kids had one of the pieces, but he would rather talk to them first than going to steal it. But now… with another thief…?

“Should we do something, boss?”

“Heh, you know I can’t let them think bad things about me. A healthy rivalry is better than turning them into our actual enemy.”

“There’s someone walking around with Yamato’s face huh…” Taichi squinted his eyes at Hikari and Daisuke, “One Yamato is enough, but two of them!?”

“I know it’s you’re not working late today, Taichi-senpai but… Please, can we have your help?” Daisuke asked politely,

“No I mean… I don’t want someone pretending to be Yamato and giving him a bad name! He doesn’t deserve it.”

“We will help,” Agumon nodded, “Right, Taichi?” and the young adult nodded in return.

“So, what do you plan to do?”

“It’s easy,” Tailmon then explained their plan to catch the ‘fake-Yamato-mon’ (as Daisuke nicknamed it) and they went into action.

The group parted ways, and then Hikari and Daisuke hid behind a column from the building’s parking lot. Ken and the others were also hidden. But what was the plan? You’ll see it.

Taichi and Agumon walked back to the building’s entrance, and then they noticed Yamato walking there, without Gabumon. Taichi knew someone went after him last night according to Hikari��s report, so he was trying to buy the younger kids’ some time.

“Yo Yamato,” Taichi waved at the other, “I’m sorry that I couldn’t go to your gig last night. Are you upset?” The other’s silence was… terrifying “Man, you don’t need to be that cold! Hey, you’re not like that! You’re kinda an emotional bomb fuse who would yell at me everytime I’m insensitive.”

“Taichi,” Agumon stared at Yamato and stood in front of Taichi, “It’s him, the digimon who invaded your room last night.”

“We caught you… Bakemon.”

Ken’s voice echoed through the parking lot, and Stingmon appeared from behind the fake-Yamato-AKA-Bakemon. Bakemon dodged the attack and seemed frightened by having his whole scheme ruined.

“H-How did you know!?” Bakemon stared at the 02 group popping from behind the corners and pillars from the area. He changed back to his real form.

“Because,” Ken smirked, “You can shapeshift into anything you desire, and that I had used this trick before when I was the Kaiser. You’re one of the remaining Vamdemon’s minions right?”

“Tsc! As if! I have huge petty grudges with this broom hairdo!”

“W-what did you just call me!?” Taichi snapped.

“THIS HUMAN JUMPED ON ME AND PUNCHED ME WHEN HE WAS A TINY KID! I LOST MY JOB AND COULDN’T EVEN RETURN TO THE DIGITAL WORLD!” Bakemon growled, “This human is the reason I have to shapeshift into humans and human-like animals in order to survive!”

“A-ah… H-he… Senpai, you… You punched a digimon?!” Daisuke blinked.

“It was a long time ago! A-also you were kidnapping the entire Odaiba in order to murder my sister!”

“He got a point,” Takeru shrugged, “You have no reason to complain about that. You were helping Vamdemon after all.”

“How didn’t you try to murder Taichi-senpai this whole time then, why only now?” Daisuke squinted his eyes at Bakemon.

“I had no time for that before! I’ve been chased by dogs, cats, birds, human toddlers…”

“He sucks at being a killer, ok” V-mon nodded sagely, just like the others.

“A-are you making fun of ME now!?”

“The mystery is solved,” Miyako declared with a grin, “Now time to surrender and get sent back to the Digital World!”

“... Can I… return?” Bakemon’s eyes were filled with sparkles of hope and watery eyes.

“Y-you are… CRYING!?” Patamon exclaimed.

“I’ve been stuck in this filthy world for so long I wanted to go home, so please send me back!!”

“I think he was trying to murder Taichi-san to call for our attention” Iori commented on it with the others, yet using his usual poker face.

“This thing is getting weirder and weirder…” Taichi muttered.

“Can I go home or not!?” Bakemon was pleading.

“Yes, you can go,” Ken nodded, “But first I’d like to ask you a question.”

“Hm?”

“Do you know someone called ‘Arsenemon’ by any chance?”

“Arsenemon?” Taichi, Agumon and Bakemon repeated in confusion.

“I think that’s a legit reaction” Iori chimed in, “Bakemon’s motives might be just trying to take revenge on Taichi-san, and not to steal that gem.”

“I guess it doesn’t hurt to ask, right?” Armadimon said with a frown. 

Suddenly, Tailmon saw something standing in the shadows and laughed. But not a maniac or menacingly laugh, just a very innocent and seductive tone.

“Where--” Miyako asked, looking around, as the rest of the group, until Tailmon pointed at the entrance to the parking lot.

“My, you did think I’d attack you?” Arsenemon’s voice was indeed smooth, “I don’t want to mess with the legendary Chosen Children.”

“Who are you!?” Daisuke shouted, and everyone glared at Arsenemon.

“I’m the elusive phantom thief you’re asking about. Might say I don’t like to hurt anyone, and I prefer to give you humans a chance to catch me.”

“Like a legit phantom thief” Iori whispered, but he was a little fascinated by it.

“So you mean… that you leave those notes beforehand?” Ken thought aloud, “And since we didn’t get any notes…”

“ Exactement mon ami, So please don’t lump me with those criminals.”

“Why did you steal that broken gem??” Ken asked one more question, “What is this ‘Grand Treasure’ you mean?”

“That will be answered once I get them all. Well, since you managed to catch the real culprit I’m leaving. Au revoir, Chosen Children . ”

The kids ran after him, but they saw no one there anymore. The group wasn’t sure what happened at all, but they just decided to let it pass. Then they opened the Digital Gate and sent Bakemon back, but for one single condition: To never cause any harm again.

Bakemon agreed with it and promised to never get involved with villainous digimon again.

The news on TV and digital devices started to be handy for the 02 Team, as they were using it to learn where Arsenemon would appear next. Or when they would receive a calling card.

The mystery has just started…

#young prince detective ichijouji ken #02 team digimon case files

[totiredtowrite]

Light Oneshot Thing

Warnings ~ None, really. Old writing that I fished up to add some start to this blog that I might get embarrassed from?

Deadpan/calm reader, reader knows about the shinigami and stuff.

Light sighed, casting narrowed eyes toward you. He has important things to get done for sure, and yet here he was. Tutoring the new boy. You, seemingly oblivious to the side eye he was giving you, turned towards him and pushed your notes his way. “Is this good?”

He quickly put on a neutral expression, and leaned forward. At the very least, your voice wasn’t annoying. Sure it was kind of deadpan, but the smooth way the words rolled off your tongue wasn’t something you can just find often. He took in your appearance swiftly before you looked up. You had soft looking (h/c) hair, a decent face, and (e/c) endless eyes. Your uniform was on, but the tie was loose and a few buttons were undone. 

Light hummed out in acknowledgement that you didn’t mess anything up, and turned to take in your features once more. You were definitely an oddity, but he really did have more important things he could be doing. The teachers didn’t even bother to tell him your name, for heaven's sake! All they said was to meet the new boy in the library to catch him up on the subjects. “So,” Light starts. “What’s your name?”

You don’t raise your head as you reply. “(y/n).” 

He cocks a brow. “Is that your given name?” 

You nod. “It is. Feel free to call me that, or don’t address me at all. I don’t mind either.” This time, Light was confused. Yep, definitely an oddity. 

“No last name?” He joked, trying to get your full name out of you. You simply gave him a small, knowing smile, and didn’t answer. Walking home, that unnerved him to no end. He doesn’t know who you are, he doesn't know your name, and now he's unsure of whether or not he should ignore you. 

----------

After a particularly sleepless night, Light found himself asking the teacher about you. “Oh him?” She said in recognition, “His name is (y/n).” Light could feel his eye twitch. He figured at least the teacher would know, but apparently not. He had spent all day discreetly trying to find out your last name, but to no avail. Even weirder still, your last name wasn’t apparent anywhere. No legal documents, no class boards, hell, not even in your email address. (Not to mention how odd it was that everyone called you by your given name).

Light stalked down the hallway, which was now painted grey blue from the light outside. Ryuk barked out a laugh behind him. “Getting antsy Light?” 

Light glared at him. “He's a detriment.” Even saying that, he wasn't sure as to why. “He knows something, and if I don’t do something about it soon I could be in-” he was cut off when his eyes trailed to by a figure leaning on the front gates. You shot a small smile at him, the light of the sky illuminating your features. “So Kir-oops, Yagami-san. Where would you like to finish studying?” Light's eyes widened. “What?”

You laughed softly, a glint in your eyes that wasn’t there before.  Even if you look exactly the same as yesterday, it was hard to associate the shy, deadpan new kid with the mischievous looking boy in front of him. “What...did you just call me?” Light said, venom lacing his voice. The glint in your eye faded quickly, your deadpan expression returning. 

“Kira. I figured you wouldn’t mind. Besides, if I had known there was a shinigami in my presence, I would have been more welcoming yesterday.” You got up from your lean on the school gates and walked over to Light. “If I wanted to get you in trouble, you would be in trouble,” you deadpanned again, and took up a place at his side.

“Now,” you said, deep (e/c) eyes shining in the outside light, “how about we make a deal?"

#anime x male reader #male reader #x male reader #death note x male reader #light x male reader #light yagami x male reader #light x reader

[blackcloverdatabase]

Hey Blazar, any thoughts on the new chapter leaks?😭😭

So, on one hand I have a lot of thoughts, but on the other hand most of my thoughts can probably be summed up with a jumble of incoherent screaming that wouldn’t let me sleep last night. If I try to put my thoughts in order though…

The happy thoughts

First thing I should get out of the way is that, from a narrative standpoint, I love this twist. It was subtle enough to not be painfully obvious, while at the same time, there were enough hints for this not to feel like it came out of nowhere. That’s a hard balance to achieve. There’s no room for me to accuse Tabata of taking a perfectly good dork like Julius and doing a 180 on him for shock value. This was planned for Julius’s character from the start.

The twist also makes the Elf Saga even better in retrospect. After all, you can’t kill off the final boss in the first major arc. Plus, the final boss certainly couldn’t let one of his most important tools (William) go anywhere, so keep him exactly where he is under the guise of having him repent and make him feel guilty about even considering leaving.  

His new grimoire cover is also very cool. The presence of the Spade, which symbolizes death, and the upside-down Spade, which symbolizes rebirth? Perfection. The fact that overlapping two spades somehow creates a heart, a clover, and diamond on his grimoire too? Double perfection. Though, the way it is right now, saying there’s a diamond hidden in there feels like a bit of stretch, and I feel like for the sake of balance one spade shouldn't overlap the other, so personally I would have designed his grimoire so that both outlines are present like so:

Also, this opens the door for cool, edgy Julius fanart, and the fact Yami and (presumably) William were corrupted by the Qlipoth ritual means they can all be cool, edgy devils together. A part of me wants to photoshop my icon's hair to be black to celebrate the advent of edgy Julius but I'd be spoiling so many people...

Speaking of fanart, I guess the comic I drew about Julius secretly being an alien wasn’t completely off the mark? 🤔 He certainly isn’t completely human. Some of my other fanart featuring him doesn’t feel right anymore though ^^;

The not so happy thoughts

Like you’ve mentioned in some of your posts on the topic, I feel that Julius was not aware of his identity as a devil-host or as a Zogratis. There is no reason for him to put on an act while he’s alone, so his shock about his identity is likely legitimate.  Maybe Lucius has magic that allows him to manipulate minds or memories, and he wiped his own memories Light Yagami-style so that he could live as an innocent citizen of Clover? Or maybe Julius is a result of Lucius being “reborn”?

Assuming Julius was unaware of the truth, he was probably subconsciously drawn to William and Yami, much in the same way William was subconsciously drawn to the elves. Like how William felt like he was being guided by mana as he recruited people for his squad, Julius may have felt like he was simply following a random whim when he recruited them. The excitement he felt when he met them both was real

While this would mean the kind Julius we all met was real, and that he genuinely loved William, Yami, Asta, Marx, and everyone else, this also probably means the Julius we all met will never come back

While the above is all speculation based on one chapter’s worth of info, there is one thing I know for certain: everyone is going to be devastated when they return home

#Black Clover #BC spoilers #Y'all I haven't been this excited about Black Clover since the start of the Elf Reincarnation arc #I am living right now

[kikyan]

Secrets

Yandere Light Yagami x Reader 

TW: Yandere, Mentions, and depictions of Sexual Assault towards the Reader, 

I do not condone these actions in real life and this is purely fictional and should be taken as fiction. 

Check at the end for the yandere discord link if you’re interested in joining! 

A loud gasp left [Reader], eyes wide and sweat covering their body in fright. Same shit, different day. Another nightmare and one that no matter how hard they tried, they couldn’t run away. Sitting up in their bed, they held their head with their hands. Rubbing their eyes slightly to get accustomed to their surroundings. Turning their head slightly, they were met with their alarm clock that read ‘4:39’. 

‘Shit…’ 

It was too early to wake up but they couldn’t go back to sleep no matter how hard they tried. They looked over to their desk to see their homework from last night. It was an essay about the justice system and morals/ethics that was based on a book they were reading in class. It wasn’t completed just yet because [Reader] lost the motivation to write it, but since they were awake they might put their extra time to some use. Walking over to their desk, they reached for the chair before stopping. 

‘ I should get a drink of water…’ 

[Reader] quietly left their room, making sure not to disturb their mother who was surely sleeping in. As they went to the kitchen, they reached for a cup of water and gulped it down in one go. Rubbing their throat to soothe an ache, they went for another cup but took it upstairs. Sitting at their desk and looking over to obtain a pencil, scanning the contents of the assignment, requirements, and what was already written. It wasn’t a lot, just their name and date. Starting with a small thesis that highlighted their main points, they scoffed before looking out their window. It was pitch dark but what they were trying to see wasn’t anything in particular, except for the home that was next to them. It was abandoned and no one was inhabiting it at the moment, but there were so many memories that rest in the very pavement that makes up the home. 

Glaring at the house and with a scoff, determination raged inside them as they looked over to their paper. They knew what to write, they knew the feelings they wanted to convey, they knew what justice they wanted at that moment, ethical or not. By the time they finished, it was almost time to get ready so [Reader] ensured that their paper was safely stored away before going about their morning routine to prepare for school. As they finished and were about to head off, they stopped right in front of the house next to them. It was pretty, but beauty isn’t judged from the outside but the inside, the only sad thing is that inside it was like the core of a rotten apple. Inside was horrid and distasteful, but that was downplaying what really transpired in that house. Whereas the outside of the apple was certainly more appealing and so was the house as if it weren’t untouched by time itself. [Reader] bit their lip before turning away from the house, it was best forgotten right now. Making their way to class, they sat down in their assigned seat waiting for the teacher. Looking to the side staring into space, they didn’t notice that someone took his seat next to them, none other than Light Yagami. It wasn’t until they turned to look at their peers did they notice him next to them reading a book. Light looked up and turned to face them, a small smile before saying ‘Good morning’. [Reader] nodded and returned the greeting, before facing the other way, until his voice woke them from his trance. 

“ Are you alright [Reader]? You seem awfully quiet.” 

“ Just tired, what about you?” 

“ Same old. Did you have any trouble with the assignment?” 

[Reader] was quiet for a second, Light reading into it but [Reader] noticed and quickly replied with a ‘No, not really.’ 

“ I see, did you write about anything particular?” 

“ W-!” 

“ Good morning class, I’ll be taking attendance now so please settle down in your assigned seat.” 

[Reader] mentally thanked the teacher for making it in the nick of time. Light Yagami, was an exceptional student no doubt, taking both regular and additional classes yet still managing to get his assignments all turned in on time. He was often paired with [Reader] for group or partnered assignments so they developed a bit of an acquaintance. Friends maybe but anything else would be over-stretching it. They were left pondering his question, yeah they were a bit close but not that much, was there a specific reason for him asking them questions? 

‘ No I’m just reading into it too much, it must be with the cases that are arising with these so-called criminals dropping dead. Maybe he wanted to know if what I was writing was directed towards that? Even then, what interest does he have with that-?’ 

A soft nudge on their arm woke them up, turning to look at Light in confusion. 

“[Reader’s Full Name]”. 

“ Here.” 

The teacher went off to call more names, [Reader] turned to look at Light who just smiled in return. 

“ Sorry, the teacher was nearing your name and you seemed out of it, thought I would get you back.” 

“ O-oh, thank you I guess…” 

That was the end of the conversation, Light facing the class and paying attention with [Reader] trying to do the same but their mind was clouded with both this morning and Light. 

‘ What was that about….?’ 

It wasn’t until the end of class where the teacher offered to collect the papers but was called to attend an emergency. 

“ Class representative, do me a favor and collect the papers and drop them off at my office. Excuse me.” 

With that, the teacher was gone and the representative gathered the class’s attention. They began to pass up their paper and the bell for dismissal rang. Everyone proceeded to head out, groups forming and discussing after-school activities such as the arcade or a sweets shop. [Reader] packed their bags and proceeded to walk towards the entrance until Light stopped them. 

“ [Reader]! Would you like to walk home together, I don’t have cram school to-!?” 

“ Yagami! I was wondering if you wanted to help me deliver these papers to the teacher’s office?” 

[Reader] saw this as a chance to deny his offer, “ Sorry Light, but maybe some other time?” 

“ Sure.” 

Light walked with the class representative and headed to the teacher’s office. The representative attempted to make an idle chat with Light, but he wasn’t interested. He replied softly and short, the walk there was awkward but it was even more when the teacher wasn’t present in their office. 

“ I-ll goes and try to find them, are you okay with staying here until then?” 

“ Of course.” 

When the representative left, Light averted his gaze to the papers and lightly skimmed the names until he got to the one he wanted to read upon. 

‘ [Reader’s Full Name]’ 

He grabbed their paper and skimmed the content of the assignment, intrigued with their interpretation of the justice system. While his ideas clashed a bit with theirs, he was understanding of their origin. No matter, he would just have to fix that, change it, he just had to show them how the world truly is and how better it would be without those fears. Upon further reading, he began to see how they agreed with Kira in terms of punishment for the criminals. There was more but this was certainly interesting to find more of their thinking pattern, was it possible that Light had found someone worthy of sharing his ideals? 

He contemplated keeping their paper but he realized that if he took it [Reader] would probably get missing in their assignment. The teacher came into the room and thanked the representative and Light for helping them. They both excused themselves and Light proceeded to walk away, his thoughts on [Reader]. 

‘ You seem awfully interested in that other human. By any chance could it be that you’re willing to let them know about the death note?’ 

Light closed his eyes and avoided speaking, he still was in the city and not closer to the streets by the houses that were a bit more secluded. 

‘ Hey, Light!’ 

“ How many times have I told you Ryuk, talking to me when we are in public is risky and as a matter of fact I may.” 

‘ You think us talking is risky, isn’t letting that other human know riskier?’

“ Yes, sharing information about the Death Note is more than risky, but it may be better to have more than two people knowing about it. If our views match up they can be both a great partner and a good alibi when people start suspecting me. If our views don’t match up, then I’ll simply have their memories erased.” 

‘You’re going to let them touch the Death Note too?’

“ In life, you have several people, those who have to see to believe or those who will place their faith blindly in some people. [Reader] doesn’t strike me as the latter so I’ll go with the first one. Besides, if I told them and they did turn, erasing their memories would be a bit more work and risky.” 

‘Okay but why them?’

“ Because…[Reader] is someone who you can either bring up or break down. [Reader] is someone who won’t throw a hysteria when faced with the unknown and based on this essay I suspect that there is more to them than what they lead on. That is an advantage over them, but if they step wrong it could also be their downfall. Besides, I’ve always enjoyed my conversations with [Reader], they say so little but so loudly at the same time. Quite interesting.” 

‘Light has a crush on someone!’

“ I won’t waste my time on such things, right now I can’t afford to fall for that. My priority is reshaping and rebuilding this world as their new God.” 

The conversation was cut short as Light went inside his home and up to his room. He examined the essay through many viewpoints and established that there must have been someone that they hated or wanted to receive punishment, but who? 

~~ 

[Reader] walked to their room and with a heavy sigh collapsed on their bed. Their mother was nowhere to be seen but they were probably out shopping as groceries were lying about in their kitchen. They rested for a while before heading downstairs to put the groceries away, the T.V playing in the background. It wasn’t anything serious until the news segment was announced. 

‘ Breaking news! It is rumored to believe that [Inmate Name] may be released this upcoming week for good behavior. It seems that there have been sever-’ 

Silence. The T.V was turned off as [Reader] began panicking and hyperventilating. Memories of that morning began rushing to their head and their body began to enter into an automatic response, their knees weak but adrenaline was pumping. There was no one around them to assist them so they began to assess the situation themselves. Their heart was racing but it wasn’t anything too serious, just a panic attack and not a heart attack. They tried to steady their breathing by counting and focusing their attention on an object of some sort. They turned to a small painting of a floral garden that their mother had on the wall, they began to engrave all their focus on it trying to steady their breathing. Slowly but surely they began to calm down, but the uneasiness was still there. After a while, they grabbed a glass of water and calmly began to drink the water. The groceries were almost all put away but [Reader] left the non-perishables out as they went up to their room and began to lie on the bed. Sleep slowly overcame them, their dreams turned into nightmares. 

~ 

It was a hot summer, but the kids were out and still playing out by the park. [Reader] and some neighboring kids were out and about playing tag. 

“ I want to be it!” 

“ No! You were it last time!” 

“ How about we play rock-paper-scissors to determine who is it?” 

“ Fine!” 

“ ROCK! PAPER! SCISSORS!” 

“ Aw darn it I lost!”

“ And I didn’t win this time either!” 

“ Well, the rest of you hide and I’ll go count.” 

“Okay!” 

The kids scattered and began hiding in some spots, [Reader] struggled to find a spot that wasn’t already claimed by the other kids. Those were all her spots that guaranteed her success, but the other kids took them. [Reader] asked if they could hide with the other kids but they all shushed them away. 

[Reader] was running out of time until they heard a voice. 

“ Hey [Reader] are you playing hide-n-go-seek?” 

“ Y-yeah. . .” 

“ Here, why don’t you hide behind me?” 

A man with a warm smile offered, the man wasn’t a stranger at all to [Reader] or their family since he was their father’s co-worker and best friend. 

“ Okay!” 

They were hiding and they were doing a pretty good job, they weren’t at all found until they all decided to call off the game. 

“ We can’t find [Reader]! Where are they?” 

“ [Reader]! You win so just come out!” 

“[Reader]!!” 

[Reader] popped out from where the stranger was and laughed, “ So I win again!” 

“ Where were you? We were so worried!” 

“ I was hiding behind him!” 

[Reader] pointed at the man on the bench, he waved softly. The kids felt a bit uneasy but their mothers came to collect the kids. [Reader]’s mom showed up to collect her but stopped when she saw the man. She smiled and waved at him. 

“ What are you doing out here?”

“ Oh, miss [Last Name]. I was going grocery shopping when I spotted [Reader] playing. Hope I didn’t interrupt or do something wrong.” 

“ No that’s quite alright, I was just surprised. Though it’s a bit late for groceries.” 

“ Yes work caught up with me but I’d figured I go get something to make my dinner tonight-!?” 

“ Why don’t you come to eat with us? My husband isn’t staying overnight at work so he should be home soon. In the meantime, you can help me with dinner or hang around the house? It should be fine.” 

“ I don’t mean to impose on you-” 

“ Please I insist, it must be so hard for a single man to balance everything. You have friends so I suggest that you start learning how to say yes and let yourself be taken care of one in a while!” 

“ T-thank you [Mom’s first name].” 

With that, small chatter filled their home as they prepared dinner. [Reader] was playing with their toys and even invited their family friend to join them. When their father arrived home, they sat around and ate dinner. They all had a pleasant time, laughing and smiling. Telling jokes and even discussing life and the future. It wasn’t until it was a bit too late and past [Reader’s] bedtime did he leave and give his thanks for having him over. [Reader] lay in their bed, their mother tucking them in and bidding them a good night’s rest. 

“ Mom, does [Family Friend] have kids or a wife?” 

“ Why the sudden question?” 

“ He looks lonely and I don’t see him with kids.” 

“ [Reader], he had a wife and two kids. It’s just, they are no longer here. They left.” 

“ Where did they go?” 

“ They went somewhere better. Now sleep [Reader].” 

“Okay mommy.” 

The days continued like nothing else, there would be times where the [Reader] would be taken care of by [Family Friend] because their mother had a doctor’s appointment and their father was at work. [Reader] stayed at his house, eating small snacks that he prepared for her as he sat on the couch just staring at her. 

“ Hey [Family Friend], do you have a wife or kids?” 

Silence loomed the room before he turned to face her and shook his head. 

“ Not anymore [Reader], they all left me.” 

“ Why? You’re not a bad person.” 

“ Thank you, but they didn’t leave like that. Something happened to them and they are no longer here with us, but enough of that, what do you want to do?” 

“ Hm, let’s play a game.” 

“ Okay, a game it is!” 

It was days like these that the faith one had in another human was shown. Back then people slept with their windows open and some even with the doors unlocked, but that faith was stolen from [Reader]. It was a day where both her parents were busy so their neighbor was in charge of taking care of her for a couple of hours. Nobody knows how or why it happened, but nightmares plague that home as a grim reminder that the ones we trust are just another wolf in sheep's clothing. 

“ Hey, [Reader]?” 

“ Yes?” 

“ I want to play a game. . . but it has to be a secret.” 

“ A secret?” 

“ Mhm, not many people know about this game so this can be our little secret, like a secret code.” 

“ Okay, but what’s the game?” 

“Well. . .” 

His hand lay on her shoulder, rubbing it softly before his other hand rested on his thigh, he rubbed it lightly causing her to flinch before he let go. 

“ [Reader], you know I would never hurt you. . .right?” 

“ Yeah. . .” 

“ This isn’t hurting you, I only want to play a game. It’ll be fun for the both of us I promise, I don’t want to hurt you. . . I love you. . .” 

His hand placement resumed as he went higher and lower. That was when the nightmare began, and it didn’t end for seven years. 

~~ 

[Reader] awoke with a loud gasp, their hands instantly reaching to their body. No one was here in their room, they had to reassure themselves over and over again before reaching over to where their clock lay. It was almost 8 pm but they decided upon bathing before doing anything else. They went to the bathroom and proceeded to bathe, using the products they deemed necessary. Once they were done, they wore comforting clothes and went to bed. Though it was hard to fall asleep in fear of that dream. 

The next day they awoke earlier than usual, going on about their day and proceeding to do their morning routine. They began walking to school promptly and proceeded to go to their seat. Light walked in moments later and took his seat next to them, smiling and greeting them. The teacher soon walked in and class started all over again, nothing new was changing so why should they worry-

“ [Reader’s Last Name], see me after class.” 

[Reader] looked up and panicked slightly, was it about what they wrote? 

‘ It can’t be, I mean this class is crawling with Kira supporters and those who don’t, mine must have been the least controversial-’ 

“ [Reader], is everything okay?” 

“ Y-yeah. . .” 

At the end of class, [Reader] walked to their teacher’s office and waited patiently for them. Thoughts running through their head, am I going to get called out? What’s going to happen, will everyone know wh-!

“  [Reader’s Last Name], I want to discuss with you something regarding your essay submission.” 

‘Shit so it was about that! Fuck what do I say-’ 

“ You didn’t turn it in.” 

‘Huh?’ 

“ W-what do you mean?” 

“ It was not in the pile with the others, since this isn’t a rare occasion but I remember slightly. You pulled it from your bag so I’m assuming that either the class representative lost it or it was misplaced. Would you mind rewriting it? I’ll give you an extension on it of course, but I would like it submitted by the end of next week.” 

“ S-sure.” 

“ That is all, have a great rest of your day [Reader’s Last Name].” 

They nodded and proceeded to walk away, but anger laced their face the moment they were out of view. 

‘ You’ve got to be kidding me, lost? That’s not my fault, if anything I shouldn’t have to rewrite. If they saw me, they should give me full credit!’ 

“ [Reader], would you like to walk home?” 

They looked up to see that it was Light Yagami. They were a bit hesitant and were about to say no until they realized that it might be nice to distract their mind. 

“ Sure.” 

They began to walk home, but awkward silence loomed over them. 

“ If you don’t mind me asking, what did the teacher want to talk to you about?” 

“ Just that. . . my assignment was missing and I have to redo it.  I turned it in but it’s lost apparently, did you notice the paper was missing or if the rep lost it?” 

“ No sorry, but I can help you work on it if you’d like.” 

“ Thank you, I might take you up on that.” 

“ Well we’ve arrived at my home, why don’t you come in?” 

“ I shouldn’t impose-” 

“ Nonsense, any friend of Light is welcomed here!” 

They both turned around to face an older woman, one that held some resemblance to Light and was assumed as his mother. 

“ O-oh I should-” 

“ Please I insist!” 

With that, it was decided that [Reader] would stay over and have dinner with them. In the meantime, they were up in Light’s room preparing to do the assignment. Once they got settled down and his mother brought up snacks, did the real purpose of his invite begin. Halfway through discussing the thesis and beginning, did Light begin to ask strange questions? 

“ [Reader], how do you feel about Kira?”

“ Why?” 

“ No reason, I guess it’s all the publicity Kira has been getting that I assume you may have your own opinion.” 

“ Well. . .Kira punishes criminals so without a doubt yes, I guess you can say that I'm somewhat thankful that Kira is there. However, there are some flaws with that, let’s say petty crime and theft aren’t punishable by death, Kira would only be acting like an executioner, not a judge. Yet, I think that Kira is going about it the right way. The difference is that some people attempt to stop crime, you can’t stop what is happening because someone will always stand up or do something, but you can control crime.” 

Light remained quiet before speaking silently, “ What would you do if Kira were sitting in front of you?” 

“ What?” 

“ What would you do if Kira were sitting in front of you? What would you do if Kira was me, [Reader].” 

Silence overcame [Reader], thinking about their answer they spoke.

“ If you were Kira, I would question your methods and motives.” 

“ Hm, interesting. Would you really like to see how Kira kills?” 

“ What?” 

“ Normally talking about this out in the open to a stranger would be a bit risky, I wouldn’t by any means do this, that is if I were Kira. Yet, it seems that if I were Kira I could trust you based on what you wrote in your essay.” 

Light unfolded the essay that was in his pocket, showing it to [Reader]. They were a bit confused and in shock, why did Light have their essay, and what was he going on about? 

“ Why do you have my essay? I didn’t think that this would be interesting for someone like you Light.” 

“ Well, let’s say I’ve had an interest in you for a long time, ever since we met you could say. Unlike most of our peers not only were you more open-minded but you thought for yourself, not letting others blindly tell you what to think. Based on this essay, I can trust you. . .[Reader], I’m Kira.” 

Confusion stuck them, did they really want to humor him, but even then Light might have been Kira. He not only had the brains to be in hiding for so long, but his ideas were lined up a bit with most people. 

“ I’ll bite, are you really Kira?” 

“ I am, now would you like to know who I do it?” 

“ . .  .Sure.” 

[Reader] walked closer, watching as Light revealed a black notebook with the words ‘Death Note’ written on it. They were confused, to say the least, but they also knew better than to laugh it off and to let him explain. 

“ This is a death note, a notebook that allows me to write the name of an individual and they die. I can choose the method of death and time, the only other requirement aside from their full name is an image of their face.” 

Light stood there, with both a serious face yet a smirk lightly playing at his lips. Was this true? They were about to ask more questions until Light interrupted them, “ Upon reading your essay, I think that there is someone who you want gone. Here try it for yourself, touch the notebook.” 

[Reader] stiffened a bit before nodding, they hesitantly went to touch the notebook. If Light was Kira and was telling the truth, [Reader] instantly became an accessory to the crime, to make matters worse now that Light told them, based on their reaction they could either die or live. Upon touching the notebook, they were met with a horrid creature looking at them with bloodshot red eyes and a smirk on their lips. They looked anything but human and as [Reader] was about to react, they stopped. Light smiled at the sight, they were smart no doubt about it. 

‘ Screaming would alert the mom and who knows what that would cause. On one hand, I could tell his mom that I want to leave but I'll surely die by knowing his identity. If I tell his mom about her son being Kira I would be mocked at and made fun of, all I can do is play along for right now.’ 

“ Open the notebook, look at all the names. With this, we can rid the world of criminals and clean up the streets, isn’t it great?” 

“ Isn’t your father a policeman? Why would you-“ 

“ Because what they are doing isn’t enough, crimes inspire other crimes and it will never stop. By controlling crime with fear we can make the world a better place for kindhearted people like us. You can’t stop crime because it will always happen, but you can control it, that's what my father and the others do. They try to control it through the system, but the system is flawed. With this, we can control it better than they can. Here [Reader], write someone’s name, I know you want to.” 

[Reader] was given a name and the notebook was flipped to a blank piece of paper. Light was awaiting their actions as [Reader] looked uncomfortable at the concept. Who was to say that they could play judge and executioner? They were contemplating until the T.V was playing the news channel about [Inmate Name]. Their heart stopped and Light made note of that, he walked over to the T.V and turned up the volume. The sickening sound of his name being played over and over again was like knives or nails on the chalkboard. A horrid sound, the sound of the end, it was a grim reminder that their life was in someone’s hand. 

‘ [Inmate Name] will be released today at 4 PM, here we have the news studio wanting to interview him. This was the man that escaped the death penalty due to lack of evidence-‘ 

‘ lack of evidence?’ 

The room went cold, their heart sank. He was leaving jail, because of the lack of evidence? Their breath started to increase as tears ran down their cheeks, they rapidly shook their head in attempts to calm themselves and began counting. 

‘ aren’t I evidence enough? He abused me. . . I am the evidence. I am the walking and living proof of his crimes. .  ‘ 

‘ I love you [Reader]. .  .’ 

[Reader’s] heart stopped, his voice echoing in their head as the memories were replaying again tormenting them. 

‘ You know I’ll never hurt you right?’ 

‘ I love you [Reader]. . . ‘ 

‘ Let’s play a game. . .’ 

‘ This can be our secret, like a secret code only we know!’ 

‘This can be our secret. .  ‘ 

‘ This can be our secret’ 

‘ Our secret’ 

‘ I love you. .  .[Reader]’ 

With a heavy sob that slightly confused and alerted Light, [Reader] wrote his name with such haste, with handwriting that was barely legible handwriting and his face clouded their mind like a rainy day. Tears slipped from them as they wrote his method of death, one that they deemed he needed. His execution was set and upon million watching the T.V, [Inmates Name] died a horrible and gruesome death on national T.V. [Reader] stayed crying as they watched the T.V through teary eyes, Light holding them close rubbing their back. He smiled, this wasn’t such a bad plan after all. Through the sobs, he was surprised his mother didn’t come up, but unknown to him she was outside talking to some neighbors and his sister wasn’t home just yet. As they started to calm down slightly, Light provided soothing words of comfort before whispering, 

“ We can clean up these streets [Reader], don’t worry. .  .this can be our little secret.”

~~ 

I apologize to the anon that requested this because as you can see there is no NSFW and very little of what they wanted. I am prepared to write more to the story if needed just let me know as I would like to rewatch the series before continuing. I have also opened up a yandere discord server to interact and will be running it with other close friends and @seiyasabi. Please check their content because they are really good! 

DISCORD LINK: https://discord.gg/ZMCfGCeN 

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House of Ashes Cast in Quarantine (ft Clarice, Joey, and Merwin) Part 2 of ???

Merwin: "I'M NOT MARVIN AND FOR THE RECORD HIGH GUARDIAN SPICE IS TRASH."

Rachel: "You're trash. Your point?"

Jason: "Maybe I should just... Okay I muted Merwin and Rachel."

Rachel: Agh you bitch! Time to call my Discord Mod husband. @ Colonelcob I got muted :(

Merwin: Course Eric a Discord Mod.

Rachel: "HAHA MOMMY'S BACK BITCHES! HOPE YOU DIDN'T MISS ME TOO MUCH."

Eric: "Course we missed you. One sec Rach."

Jason: Hey! You muted me! >:(

Rachel: "Ha! How does it feel Jason? I can't hear you, speak up."

Jason: Rachel is such a (not nice dregatory word that I will not say because Discord Mod Eric is not sleeping.🤫) mean person.

Rachel: "Yes I am. Thanks Eric."

Eric: "Anytime Rach."

Merwin: "Course Rachel is a Discord kitten."

Rachel: "Excuse me? Last time I checked you were the one kissing a girl's ass (an egirl at that!) for nitro. I don't wanna hear anything from you Marvin."

Merwin: BITCH FOR THE HUNDREDTH TIME SHZHEJSJ STOP SAYING MARVIN.

Eric: "Merwin is on thin ice."

Merwin: Eric stfu and go back to cuddling you Jean bodypillow.

Eric: "That's it, you're on time out."

Nick: "Haha, Merwin hit a nerve and now he's on timeout. Funniest shit ever."

Jason: "Smh. My head."

Nick: "Jason, I know you did not just say that in real life. Also who's playing Britney Spears?"

Salim: "Me. Figured we need to chill for a second."

Rachel: "Shut up everyone, I'm listening to Britney Spear's 'Toxic' through Salim's low quality mic."

Salim: "Rachel leave me alone, not everyone has a Twitch streamer quality mic."

Jason: "Thank god I have two of them. When are we streaming again?"

Salim: "We can do it right now if you want."

Jason: "Salim, it's 2:36 am right now."

Salim: "So? You're only 10 minutes away from me."

Jason: "Mm... okay. We're gonna go stream. Night guys."

Salim: "Yup. Bye."

Nick: "I might watch your stream. Night guys."

Rachel: "Night you two!"

Eric: "Night-night."

Clarice: "Send me your Twitch. Good night!"

Rachel: "Oh my god, you're alive!"

Eric: "I just realized, Clarice's mic was on for the past 9 hours and she didn't say a thing."

Clarice: "Yeah, I fell asleep."

Rachel: "On mic?"

Eric: "Ha. Funny. Well I hope you slept well. Also where's Merwin?"

Clarice: "Probably crying cause the egirl didn't pick him."

Rachel: "Ha! Good one Clare."

Clarice: "Thank you Queen!"

Eric: "Why don't I have a nickname."

Clarice: "Discord Mod."

Eric: "Am I really that bad? I'm a good mod."

Nick: "Oh my god guys he is not like the other mods! He's different... he's quirky."

Eric *laughing*: "Fuck off Nick. You're literally a furry."

Nick: "How???"

Eric: "You like Night in the Woods. Furry. You probably want Bea as a goth girlfriend."

Nick: "Ew no. She's a well written character. I haven't gone that mad from quarantine... unlike some people..."

Eric: "What's that supposed to mean?!"

Nick: "You! You went from a colonel with a stick up his ass to an ex-colonel whining about Jean's thighs in Genshin Impact. Genshin Impact of all games! *Sighhh*... I guess you either die a hero or live to become a villain."

Clarice: "Eric villain ark when?"

Eric: "Never. Heros live on."

Nick: "Eric shut up, you're probably a Light Yagami kinnie."

Eric: "That's outstragous. It's not my fault I'm better than everyone. Like I'm sorry you're so inferior to me. Sorry I'm kinda having a power trip here."

Rachel: "Bitches say things like this and wonder why I contemplated divorce."

Nick: "Well if your marriage ever flops... I'll be there for you--"

Rachel: "Thanks Nick."

Nick: "I was talking to Eric. Homies help homies."

Clarice: "Baha!"

Rachel: "Wowww the audacity."

(Might make a spinoff of Salim and Jason's twitch gaming)

~To be continued~

#house of ashes #salim othman #jason kolcheck #eric king #rachel king #nick kay #clarice stokes

[dutchforstrangers]

Digiweek day 3 - Music | Shades of red; a Taikoura fanfiction

Chapter 3/7. Candy cane red

Chapters [1] [2] [3] [4] [5] [6] [7] 

AN!: Yes, I wrote a Christmas fic in the middle of summer. So get cozy, place yourself in front of a random pine tree, put on an ugly Christmas sweater and get yourself some ‘glühwein’ and ‘kerstkransjes’. Happy readings!

Characters: Taichi Yagami (Hikari Yagami, Koushiro Izumi & Sora Takenouchi and other Adventure and 02 DigiDestineds in background) Genre: Romance, songfic (Chirstmas!) Rating: K Wordcount: 1.568

Song used: Wrapped in red - Kelly Clarkson

Art by Sanni @seventeenlovesthree

“Do we have to go?” Taichi sighed, slouching further into the couch. From where he sat he could see his baby sister rolling her eyes, simultaneously packing up the pie she made earlier today to bring to the party.

“Don’t be such an indifferent baby,” Hikari said, her eyes now directed to him. “It’ll be fun! I know you’re dying to see everyone together. Daisuke made some special ramen for us, Mimi-san spends this Christmas in Japan for the first time since three years, even Jyou-senpai and Iori-kun could take off from their busy work schedules.”

Hikari was right, he wanted to see everyone, especially together which was something very rare. Taichi tried to think back to the last time all of them were together, but it was hard. Meanwhile Hikari continued her enumeration, saying they should be prepared for Miyako and Ken showing off Miyako’s little baby bump. They would be the first ones to have a baby and Taichi suddenly felt old.

“Of course Sora-san and Koushiro-san will be there too.”

Taichi felt his face heating up hearing those names, immediately sitting up straight, his throat dry. Hikari’s suspicious gaze made Taichi feel even more uncomfortable as he swallowed trying to get back his cool.

“You forgot the blondes,” he quickly covered up his nervosity to which Hikari responded with nervosity of her own. Now they were even. However unlike Taichi, Hikari managed to keep her cool.

“I don’t have to mention them, because they obviously will be there as the party is hosted by Takeru.” her calm voice replied to him. “And of course he will drag Yamato-san with him just like I have to drag you with me. Kami, why do you two always have to be so stubborn and indifferent while both of you love to have the group complete?”

“No I love to have the group complete while Yamato just pretends to love it, when in reality he just wants to be alone with his guitar.” Taichi countered.

“You sure about that?” Though the counter was short lived. “Because Takeru told me he is bringing a girl. And you know, it’s Christmas... we’re at Takeru’s place... meaning there will be one or two mistletoes...” Hikari shyly smiled, a pink blush on her cheeks. Taichi sighed, standing up from the couch now having two good reasons to go to the party. One to see Yamato trying to act all cool but miserably failing being all nervous around the girl he would bring. And two to keep an eye on his sister, Takeru and the mentioned mistletoes.

Or maybe he had three reasons. After all, Sora and Koushiro would be there too…

Takeru’s Christmas party was a blast and Taichi had to admit he had a good time eating with everyone, catching up and seeing everyone all happy together. Not to mention that the booze was lifting up his mood. Also, luckily for him Takeru hadn’t decorated the place with mistletoes but instead everywhere were candy canes. The ricocheting light shining on the candy canes turning the room slightly red.

Taichi looked over to Sora and Koushiro who were in deep conversation with Mimi and Jyou. Their red colored hair fading because of the red shade filling up the room. Nonetheless they looked stunning to him, Koushiro dressed in a simple black trousers topped of with a forest green blouse and Sora in a stylish indigo colored cocktail dress. He dreamily smiled to himself enjoying the sight in front of him, the confusing romantic feelings he experienced during the past months coming all back to him at once. His heart speeding up by the thought of a possible confession.

He had thought about it for a while now, feeling like he had to confess his feelings someday. But it was complicated, he had no idea how to do it and, most important, he didn’t want to ruin his friendship with the both them. Besides, how did one confess his feelings towards two people at the same time? He could feel his head spin as he gathered all the courage inside of him.

Yamato interrupted his plans, taking a seat next to him. Not wanting or able to ignore him, Taichi shifted his attention from Koushiro and Sora to the blonde, giving Yamato a questioning look. Their friendship was either a stormy one or a quiet one and right now it leaned more towards the quiet friendship, because the only thing Yamato did was nodding a single nod in the direction of the improvised stage where his date picked up the microphone of the karaoke set.

Everyone in the room immediately grew quiet, just like Taichi had done, shifting their attention to the girl with the microphone. She told everyone she had played in a band, which didn’t surprise Taichi knowing Yamato’s type, and that she wanted to kick off the karaoke part of the night. He glanced over to Yamato -who looked a tad embarrassed- to gave him an approving nod. Making himself comfortable he leaned back in his chair, music accompanying the red light painting the room.

Everybody's happy Snow is falling down Prayers are being nicer Miracles all around 

The girl’s voice sounded soft in comparison to Yamato’s more raw sound. It had something magical with the redness in the room. That thought made his gaze drift off to his two favorite redheads once more.

From afar I've loved you But never let it show And every year another December comes and goes

A warm smile escaped Taichi’s lips upon looking at them. Kami, they looked gorgeous and so incredibly happy. He had looked at them for quite some years, but recently those looks felt more like deep stares. Or maybe those stares had always been there and he wasn’t sure anymore. Thinking back to it, how long did he have these feelings now? It was hard to remember as those feelings felt both confusing and strangely familiar for so long all the same. Because, well, he had to admit to himself that over and over again he was mesmerized by their appearances. Even after all these years. The way they looked, the way they smiled, the way they talked…

Always watching Never reaching

He had always watched them. Always. He knew them from the inside out. Thing was that they didn’t know him, or at least not the way he felt now. And to be honest, he had no idea how to exactly reach them about this matter. He never had been able to. Never.

Blue is where I've been Green can't buy me you Silver bells remind me That mistletoe's for two

Taichi looked to his left where Yamato was. His mouth was curled into a proud smile while his eyes were closed, deeply listening to his date’s singing. Then Taichi looked over to Mimi who was supportively and excitingly clapping for Yamato’s date like a little kid. His eyes then shifted to Jyou who’s foot was attempting at tapping along the beat of the music, a serene smile on his face. Of course his eyes then fell onto Koushiro and Sora sitting side by side. He whispering something in her ear. She laughing to whatever he had said to her.

The realization hit him there that they were already with two. Sure, as far as Taichi knew they weren’t a couple or a thing or each other’s date. But he couldn’t just interfere telling he loved them both, right? Besides, a romantic relationship existed of a maximum of two people.

So I found a color That only tells the truth That paints a picture Of how I feel for you

They were messing with him. It was messing with his head. He was messing with himself. The confusion in his body and mind only grew bigger and Taichi could feel himself slip. He had to tell them. For all he knew he had to. But how? Or when? Where? Who? Who…

I'll never feel you If I don't tell you

All he knew was that he had to confess and that tonight could be his chance. Having no clue where it would lead him. Lead them.

But this Christmas I'm gonna risk it all

But Taichi had to risk it all.

This Christmas I'm not afraid to fall

He could fall deep. And if so, he could still count on them to catch him. Right…?

So I'm at your door with nothing more than words I've never said

What were words anyway? It was all it took, words. It would be best to just tell them the things he had been afraid to tell them. He had been afraid to confess.

In all this white, you'll see me like you've never seen me yet

It would definitely place him in a new light. Though suddenly he wasn’t sure if it was a good or bad light. A bright and shiny one or a cold and darker one. He didn’t want to seem desperate. It had to be sweet love, like the red of the candy canes all across the room.

Wrapped in red

But what if it turned out to be the bitter red of fury and he would destruct their bond like a raging fire… He could feel his courage fading, a dark shade of doubt replacing all the shades of red he cherished and loved so dearly.

#digiweek2021 #digimon fanfiction by me #digimon #taikoura #taichi yagami #taishirora #tai kamiya #koushiro izumi #sora takenouchi #hikari yagami #izzy izumi #kari kamiya #digiweek day 3 #music #songfic #shades of red #candy cane red

[secretshinigami]

Phototaxis

Author: @kiranatrix For: @baranedizille Pairings/Characters: Light Yagami, L Lawliet, Ryuk, Sayu Yagami, Sachiko Yagami, Socihiro Yagami // Lawlight if you squint, or not Rating/Warnings: Gen // no warnings Prompt: To-Oh timeline. L visits the Yagamis to work on a project with Light, L has a dinner with Light’s family and it’s awkward. And ofc, Ryuk is also there commenting the situation. Author’s notes: I hope you enjoy the story! This occurs on the evening of April 11 while Light and L are both at To-Oh. Soichiro has been resting at home following his heart attack on April 7 (the day of Light and L’s tennis match). The Japanese legend mentioned in the fic (The Fire Quest) is a real one. Sayu gets it mostly correct, but the traditional version in English is here: https://www.worldoftales.com/Asian_folktales/Japanese_folktale_49.html.

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Hideki Ryuga– L –was coming over tonight and Light hardly knew how to handle it. L, with his too-long fingers and his too-intense stare, his perfectly enunciated Japanese and teeth unrealistically white for an all-sugar diet, was coming to Light’s house for dinner and, purportedly, to study. 

It was a lie, but that was their preferred currency when shifting closer. Stepping together to a stage, a classroom, a tennis court, a cafe– each time the way was paved with lies, petals they threw at the other’s feet and pretended not to notice. It made getting to the destination sweeter when the end was had only ever been death for one or the other. And still, they couldn’t stop. Light was so glad L hadn’t stopped.

  L would be arriving any moment but Light couldn’t help but take out his Death Note from its hiding place, just to touch the pebbly leather of his ace in this game. The Death Note was no proper diary but the handwriting in it betrayed plenty about the emotional state and thoughts of its owner these past months. There was the first casually-scrawled name, jotted off like the joke Light believed it to be. Kurou Otoharada. A long, jagged pen mark bled across the rest of the page, a horizon of surprise when that first death dawned. The next name had been carefully written several times with the spelling slightly shifted, the last instances hurried and impatient. There was an exclamation point by the third experiment, exactly 40 seconds from when he’d inked the right combination. Takuo Shibuimaru. It had probably been added in shock, but Light chose to remember a different reason. I got it right, I won. 

  The names filling the following pages were unremarkable except that they looked exactly like the handwriting on Light’s homework. Studious, easy, and correct without the requirement of much thought. This was a different kind of work, performed as professionally as an accountant. A roster of the worst murderers of the world, the lowest hanging fruit, and Light plucked them nightly when he wasn’t sure how many more nights he’d have. Surely there had to be some price for what he was doing? Aren’t you going to take my soul? Ryuk laughed at him, was impressed by him, and that was a good sign for a shinigami; he would take something but not for a while. 

  It wasn’t until about ten pages in that things got telling again. A name written diagonally, frantically, and taking up nearly an entire page– Lind L. Tailor. Light’s adrenaline and fury and glee stained the paper as much as the ink had, from a pen that he didn’t use often and had grabbed as quickly as possible during L’s broadcast. Everything about this name was different, just as L was different from all those who had come before. This name was the hook that pulled Kira out of the shadows and thrust L into the light, a breadcrumb for both of them to devour and hunger for more. 

  This elaborate name was immediately replaced in Light’s mind by a single stark gothic letter, so much so that even when he looked back on that day, he didn’t recall a suited nobody slumped over a desk and dragged away on-camera. He only recalled ‘come find me, come find me, kill me if you can.’ Light was so accustomed to everything and everyone being boring and easy, to nothing getting to him. L’s challenge had wormed into his mind and he felt alive for the first time in his life. 

  Perhaps the smart thing to do would have been to go silent a while, wait it out until the heat died down and he could find out more about L and his methods. Light had tipped his hand a little but not enough to give the game away, only to set it in motion. Yes, he probably should have played it safe. But he couldn’t stop and he couldn’t help but taunt L further, just to keep chasing that new and intensifying feeling of being alive. The danger was part of their dance, and Light wanted to play with L for as long as possible before Kira killed him. 

  Lind L. Tailor. The ‘L’ had been darkly underlined, reminding Light of the dark half-moons shadowing the eyes of the real man when Light finally met him. The slant of Light’s scrawl, like the hunch of L’s back. The letter ugly and infuriating and fascinating and shouting at him from the page, drawing his finger to trace over it…

  Light pulled his finger back like he’d been burned when he heard his mother calling up to him, heartbeat thudding as he bit his lip and grinned. He quickly snapped his Death Note shut and carefully placed it back in his rigged desk drawer. He’s here. 

“Light! Sayu!” Sachiko leaned to call up the stairs from where she was washing her hands in the kitchen, putting the finishing touches on their meal. “Would one of you get the door, please?” 

  She gave Soichiro a stern look as he shifted on the couch. “Not you, Soichi. If you insist on going back to work tomorrow I want you resting tonight.” Her husband had only come home from the hospital a few days ago after his stress-related heart attack and she was anxious about letting him go right back.

  “Coming!” Light bustled out of his bedroom as the doorbell chimed again, nearly barreling into Sayu. “Whoa!” He gripped her shoulders to steady himself, smiling and flustered. “Don’t worry about it, Sayu. I’ll get it.”

  “Oooo, who’s coming over tonight?” Sayu grinned up at her brother, noticing a rare faint blush on his cheeks. “You look so nervous! Is it a girlfriend?”

  Ryuk floated through Light’s bedroom wall, chuckling at the insinuation. “Pfft, not exactly.” It hadn’t escaped Ryuk’s notice that Light had taken even more care than usual with his appearance tonight and that he’d been mulling over the Death Note in a rather odd way. “Ya do look a little flushed, though. Hyuk hyuk…”

  “No.” Light rolled his eyes as he made his way downstairs, ignoring both his sister and the shinigami. Do I really look nervous? He smoothed his features and said, “It’s just Hideki Ryuga from Ecology class. We have a project to work on tonight.” His father was the only other person who knew who Ryuga really was. L, the infuriating detective spying on him at To-Oh. Ryuk knew even more than that; namely, that Light was the very person L was looking for, but a shinigami was the best secret-keeper.

  “HIDEKI RYUGA?! Light! THE Hideki Ryuga?!” Sayu bounded down the stairs excitedly after Light, squealing with delight and clutching her hands over her heart. “I want to meet him, too! I’m his biggest fan! I know a lot about ecology and maybe I can help you–”

  “Shhh! Sayu, please.” Light shot Sayu a good-natured warning look as he opened the door then forced himself to smile cordially at L. “Hi, Ryuga.” He heard a soft noise of disappointment from Sayu as well as peals of shinigami laughter. It would have been Light’s reaction if the movie star had actually been there instead of his rival.

  “Hello, Light-kun. Good to see you again.” L was wearing his usual attire, a white long-sleeved shirt and baggy jeans, and he had a backpack slung over one hunched shoulder. He’d made a half-hearted attempt to brush his hair tonight, but the effort had been rewarded with a fluffy black halo that was even more wild-looking than his usual spikey bed-head. 

  “I see you managed to find the house.” There was a faint note of sarcasm in Light’s voice. As if L hadn’t gathered all the information he could about Light, illegally, invasively, or otherwise.

  A small, wry smile tugged at L’s lips and he answered, deadpan, “Yes, seeing that I am here, I apparently managed just fine. Are you impressed?” 

  “Incredibly. Please come in.” Smartass. Light held the door open for L to enter and gestured to Sayu just behind him. “This is my sister, Sayu.”

  Sayu had been peeking around Light, eyes wide with curiosity about the odd-looking person who was most definitely not the idol she’d been hoping for. She’d met lots of Light’s friends over the years but no one quite like this. “Wow…I’ve never seen anyone’s hair do that before. Where are you from? Are you older than Light? How does-” 

  “Sayu!” Sachiko rubbed her hands on her apron and sighed in fond exasperation. “Hideki-san, please forgive my child’s rudeness. She’s just excited to meet Light’s best friend at school.”

  Best friend? L’s eyes cut to Light, who immediately looked away. It amused L to hear their lies mirrored by other people. 

  Sachiko bowed politely and gave him a warm smile. “You are very welcome in our home. I’ll be serving dinner in a few moments.” She arched a brow at Sayu, “Please go set the table, Sayu.”

  L gladly toed out of his worn sneakers, padding along barefoot behind Light through the foyer and into the living room. “Your home is very cozy, Light-kun.”

  Ryuk snorted, “Like he hasn’t already seen every inch of it on camera.”

  Exactly. Light clenched his hand in his pocket but didn’t let his expression falter. “Dad, Hideki Ryuga is here for dinner. We have a project to work on tonight.”

  Soichiro looked up from the newspaper he’d been reading on the couch and gave L a polite nod. “Forgive me for not getting up, Hideki-san, I’ve been confined to the couch until dinner on my wife’s orders.” It was slightly uncomfortable to have L here in his home given that he knew his son was under some suspicion. Soichiro dismissed those suspicions out of hand, but he dreaded that L might turn his searchlights on Light during family dinner.

  “Please call me Ryuga.” L gave Light a crooked grin. “That’s what my friends call me.”

  Sayu skipped into the living room with a fist full of chopsticks. “Mom says you can go ahead and sit down. It’s yakisoba tonight!” She grabbed the guest’s arm and dragged him over to the table. “You can sit beside Light, Ryuga.”

  L blushed faintly but let himself be pulled along. “Ah…alright.” It was strange to realize that he’d never had a ‘real’ family dinner inside someone’s home before. Of course, he’d never had a family or friends, so perhaps not so surprising. He dropped his backpack to the floor and climbed into the seat beside Light, crouching as he usually did. 

  Light and Soichiro didn’t bat an eye at that but Sayu couldn’t help but gape at him. “Isn’t that an uncomfortable way to sit? My legs would fall asleep!”

  “Sayu.” Soichiro sat down at the place opposite Light. “Ryuga is our guest, and he’s welcome to sit how he pleases.” He knew from experience that whether L, Ryuzaki, or Ryuga, the peculiar man would do things his own way.

  Sachiko came in a moment later with the dishes for dinner, including yakisoba, miso soup, rice, and pickles. “Please help yourselves. We’re not very formal around here, Ryuga.”

  Ryuk floated behind Light, one clawed hand curled around the back of the human’s chair. “Dunno why you humans go to so much trouble when ya could just have apples.”

  “Hmm.” L peered at the various options, one finger perched on his lip. “I’ve never had yakisoba before. I admit I don’t eat many noodle dishes.” He’d brought some candy bars and a slice of cake in his backpack in case he didn’t like the food. Wammy had told him to at least wait until he was up in Light’s room studying to eat it, though. Apparently it was rude not to at least try the meal (although he still wasn’t sure if he cared).

  “I bet you’d like it.” Light served L some noodles and then put some on his own plate. He whispered to L, “Don’t be difficult. It’s sweet.” He wasn’t about to tell L that he’d suggested yakisoba to his mother tonight for that very reason, or that there were vegetables hiding in it. Why in the hell do I care about pleasing him?  

  “Hmm.” L tentatively picked up his chopsticks and poked at the noodles, looking between them and Light. “Is it spicy?” It was also becoming clear that he’d never used chopsticks before and they kept slipping from his hand. Why hadn’t he asked Wammy to show him how to use them?

  “No, it’s not–here, you’re not holding them right.” Light set his own chopsticks down and took L’s hand, gently molding the fingers into the right position to hold the utensils. He’d done the same thing for Sayu when she was small and learning, so the offer felt automatic. It wasn’t until he looked up and saw L staring at him that he felt self-conscious and pulled away. The gesture had felt too genuine and that made it suspicious. “Well, that’s how to do it. I know you’re a quick learner and will pick it up.”

  L looked down and murmured, “Was that a pun, Light-kun?” He concentrated and managed to pinch a bite of yakisoba, quickly shoveling it into his mouth before it fell off. “…mmm!” He didn’t bother to completely swallow the mouthful before saying, “It is sweet. And quite good.” He picked up another bite with slightly more dexterity. “I like it.” Perhaps the cake in his bag could just be for dessert. 

  Light smiled across the table. “It really is good, Mom, thank you.”

  “Oh, you’re always welcome.” Sachiko beamed happily as L quickly devoured his noodles and took another helping. 

  Soichiro relaxed a little, seeing as things were going more smoothly than he’d expected. “So, boys, what is your project about?”

  “It’s for Ecology. We have to collect an insect and bring it to class tomorrow since the lecture is on local entomology.” Light took a sip of tea to hide his amused smile; L was handling the chopsticks perfectly now. Of course he’d be good at that, too.

  “Eww.” Ryuk scrunched up his nose, he didn’t much like bugs and creepy-crawly things. “Hope it won’t be flappin’ in a box all night cause that would creep me out.”

  “Not just on local entomology, Light-kun.” L chewed a few times, loudly, and swallowed his mouthful. “It’s also on insect phototaxis.”

  Sayu, tilted her head and asked, “What’s that?”

  L suddenly wished he hadn’t spoken up at all. “Well….” He looked down at his meal, stabbing at the noodles. “…an attraction to light. Some insects, like moths, use the moon to navigate and become confused by artificial light. That’s why they flap around outdoor lightbulbs at night.”

  “Oh! Like the Fire Quest!” Sayu nodded sagely. “I know all about that.” When Ryuga just looked at her blankly, she added, “You haven’t heard that story? It’s a famous Japanese legend!”

  Soichiro sighed, “I’m sure Ryuga doesn’t–”

  “I have not heard it.” L set his chopsticks down and leaned forward in his crouch, hands on his knees as he stared at Sayu. “Please tell me the legend.”

  “Sure! See, Light, I told you I could help with your project.” 

  Light grinned and laughed softly. “Just tell the story, Sayu.” Japanese folktales weren’t going to help them but he was happy to indulge his little sister.

  “I’m getting to it!” Sayu sat up straight in her chair, trying to look and sound more official. “There was a queen of the fireflies who lived in a lotus blossom in the middle of a peaceful pond. She was so beautiful that all the moths, dragonflies, and other bugs who lived around the pond were constantly bothering her, begging to marry her. But she didn’t want any of them so it was very annoying.”

  L nodded seriously. “Yes, I can see why that would present a problem. Did she tell them all to go away?”

  “Oh, she tried! But they wouldn’t listen and there got to be so many bugs on her lotus blossom she was afraid it was going to sink. Completely messing up the whole peaceful pond aesthetic.”

  Light snickered and dropped his chin into his hand, smiling at Sayu. “I don’t remember that little detail from the story.”

  “Shhh!” Sayu stuck out her tongue at Light and continued. “Anyway, she thought up a way to get rid of them all. She told them that since she was a firefly, she could only marry the bug that brought fire back to her. Whatever bug did that was worthy to be with her forever.”

  L gave her a lop-sided smile. “I can’t imagine that turned out well for the insect suitors.”

  “Nope! But they couldn’t help themselves. They fluttered and flew around candles, torches, bonfires, all trying to catch the fire that the queen had told them to find but every one of them burned up instead. Nobody completed the Fire Quest and the firefly queen and her pond were left in peace.” Sayu smiled proudly. “The end.” 

  Ryuk had been hanging on Sayu’s every word, half-sitting on the table. “Hahaha! What a great queen!” He hadn’t been aware that fireflies were so sneaky but there was still a lot about the human world he didn’t know. “Now I wanna see a firefly!”

  Light hummed thoughtfully, recalling the legend from his own childhood. Sayu had embellished a bit but it was mostly accurate. “Serves the suitors right, I suppose. They should have listened when the queen told them to go away.”

  “The queen sent them on a quest she knew would result in their deaths.” L turned to look at Light, a small smirk on his lips. “Their annoyance hardly necessitates murder, Light-kun.”

  “Murder?” Light laughed in a charming way but there was shrewd interest in his eyes. “She didn’t tell them to burn themselves up. They should have known better.” They couldn’t help themselves. Just like we can’t. “Anyway, it’s just a silly legend.”

  Soichiro quickly changed the subject.

—-

After dinner, Light showed L up to his bedroom where they could catch an insect from his balcony. His mother had given them a large glass jar and he set it down on his desk, thrilling at having L so close to his secrets. “There’s a bright light on the balcony but it might take a few moments to attract anything.” He switched on the light, dimming the desk lamp so they could see outside better. He leaned against the glass door, watching L mentally cataloging the contents of his room. “I was surprised when you asked me to help you with this project, Ryuga. It’s not very difficult to catch your own bug.” I know you just wanted to see my room for yourself.

  “I have never done it before.” L crouched in Light’s desk chair, opening up his backpack and taking out the slice of cake he’d stowed inside. Tonight had been full of firsts for him– chopsticks, yakisoba, legends, bugs. “I didn’t want to kill it since we’re supposed to bring it in alive.” He forked a piece of the strawberry cake, staring at Light while he ate it. Mouth full, he grinned and said, “Think we’ll catch a firefly?”

  Light laughed softly and shook his head. “Not really the right time of year for them. They come out in the summer.” He gazed out the glass door, noticing a few flies and mosquitos starting to circle around the caged bulb. “Sometimes we see them in our backyard. Sayu and I would catch them when we were kids.” 

  “Pity. After hearing your sister’s story, I wanted to see one.” L ate the last bite of cake, placing the empty plastic box in Light’s trashcan (after glancing to see what else was in there). 

  Light asked over his shoulder quietly, “Don’t they have fireflies in England?” 

  L smiled slyly, getting up to stand beside Light at the glass door. He recognized the bait and only gave the line a tug. “They do, but doesn’t mean I was there to see them.” In truth, he’d been too wrapped up in his cases to venture outside much as a child. Such single-minded focus had benefitted him in some ways and set him apart from a normal childhood in others. “Perhaps Light-kun will invite me back in the summertime.”

  “Of course, Ryuga.” Light smiled at him, catching his reflection in the glass. How long would their game go on? Into the summer, the fall? What season would see it end?

  “Look.” L tapped the glass just over Light’s reflection, but what he was pointing to was on the other side. A large green-winged luna moth had landed on the cage surrounding the light bulb and was lazily flapping its wings and warming itself. “The first suitor has arrived.”

  “Still haven’t learned the ‘murderous’ queen’s lesson.” Light laughed and grabbed the jar off his desk. “Lucky for them we have electric lights and not fire.” He unscrewed the top and handed the jar to L. “Cmon, you do it.”

  L looked down at the jar as if it were Kira’s power instead just an old pickle jar. “The jar is too small.” He shifted to the other foot. “I’ll crush it.”

  “No, I think it’s plenty big. We can put it in a shoebox after we catch it, anyway.” Light smirked at him. “You’re just making excuses. Or maybe you really can’t do it?” He knew L wouldn’t turn down a direct challenge.

  “Alright.” L sighed and took the jar, frowning as he plotted his approach. Sliding the door open carefully so not to startle it, he crept forward very slowly until he was right beside it. Turning back to Light, he whispered, “Now what?”

  “Just scoop it up in the jar. Try not to touch its wings, though.” Light watched as L brought the jar up to the luna moth, delicately prodding to encourage it to go into the jar by itself. Amazingly, it worked, and the moth calmly settled into the bottom of the jar.

  “Light-kun!” L hurried back inside Light’s room, smiling broadly down at his captive. It looked like a miniature angel with its gracefully tapered wings and fluffy golden antennae. “It was easy after all.”

  “Everything’s easy for you, isn’t it?” I know the feeling. Light screwed the top onto the jar, poking generous air holes in the lid with a pair of scissors. He held it up for both of them to see, L leaning in closely, chewing his thumb at the undamaged and placid moth. “It’s a nice catch, too. I bet no one else will bring in anything this big.”

  L didn’t answer him for a long moment, just stared at the moth and the slow up-down, up-down of its wings. “What do you think would have happened if one of the suitors brought fire back?”

  Light blinked. “Huh?”

  “In Sayu’s legend. What might have happened if one of the suitors completed the Fire Quest and brought back fire to the queen?” 

  “I…I don’t know. I guess she would have burned up too if one managed to make it back to her. Would have been suicide.” Light gave L a puzzled look. “That’s impossible though. It never would have made it.” 

  “It might have.” L took the jar, setting it on Light’s desk and turning his full attention to his human specimen again. His hand fluttered from his mouth in a parody of a moth or a name written diagonally, frantically, and taking up nearly an entire page. “If he was a firefly, too.” 

  Light’s gaze followed L’s hand, those too-thin fingers that had gently ushered the moth to its prison. “So he would trick the queen and allow all the other suitors to get burned up instead of warning them?” He laughed a rare, genuine laugh. “Wouldn’t that make him as bad of a terrible, unfeeling ‘murderer’ as the queen?”

  “It’s just a silly legend, Light-kun.” L stuck his hands in his pockets, giving Light a cryptic smile. “But he’d win, wouldn’t he?”

#fanfiction #submission #death note #Light Yagami #soichiro yagami #Sayu Yagami #Sachiko Yagami #l lawliet #l #lawlight #kiranatrix #baranedizille #Mello's Birthday Mayhem 2020

[oveliagirlhaditright]

Lie to Me

https://archiveofourown.org/works/33943738

Summary: In an AU where L wins the Kira case and Light goes to prison instead of being executed, L gets it into his head that Light should become an executor: because that would see his need for justice and killing done.

Author’s Note: This is actually the first idea I had and first thing I started writing after I finished watching Death Note.I wasn’t sure I was comfortable sharing it with you guys. But I guess I am:)

L’s PoV

L was heading towards… a certain place after the Kira case had been closed for quite some time.

And why he was heading there, he wasn’t entirely sure. It wasn’t as if he owed Yagami Light anything…

Perhaps, L thought, as he now walked into the prison that housed the mass murderer, he was doing this because he wanted to believe if he ever got locked up, someone with his mind would be given a chance like this… or something much better than this idea.

But whatever the reason was, L was walking towards Light’s cell now, to offer him a deal: a deal that had been playing in the back of L’s mind for a long time, even while he’d also been trying to come up with any and all evidence to incarcerate Light.

Finally—after all sunlight faded away and the last seagull silenced itself—L was being led through the massive metal door that would lead him to Light. And L would be facing him by himself. Something that Watari and everyone at Wammy’s House had loudly protested, but L knew that to even get a twenty-seven percent chance that Light would listen to any of this, he would have to go it alone.

L had reassured everyone, of course, that Yagami Light wasn’t one for killing people without his favorite magical notebook. And he knew that he’d be watched on any and all available monitors like a hawk, which was fine.

The Wammy’s boys (Near, Mello, and Matt—perhaps Matt and Mello in particular) had tried to convince L to bring a bomb in with him—one that Light wouldn’t be able to activate on L quickly enough, if he got it away from him, because it was made out of new technologies that Light hadn’t had the benefit of seeing—that he could throw at Light if the man pulled a fast one on him, and then make a run for the door.

But as L thought that there was a thirty-seven percent chance that that would actually cause more harm for him than good, he’d decided to use his intellect here as he always did… and pray to any god that might exist that Light was off his game after these few years (even though that would make this incredibly boring).

L pushed the door open, and was met with the sight of a lot of orange, brown, and grays: dull, fall colors, that had lost any and all shine. Honestly, what had he even been expecting? Perhaps this had been a mistake…

“Well, if I haven’t earned a visit from the one and only Ryuzaki,” Light sang, looking up from the Bible he’d been reading, the moment L crossed over the threshold. And it didn’t escape L’s notice that Light didn’t call him “L”, which clearly meant that he wasn’t seeing this as a victory against him—as it clearly wasn’t that—but it also meant that Light was beyond bitter here. L wondered how that would make the rest of their interaction play out, as he crossed the room and sat in the table across from Light. “To what do I owe the pleasure? Are you here to finally tell me how good orange looks on me?” In some ways, he was perceptive as always, L supposed.

“While I would, perhaps, love to rub it in your face again, that I beat you—because yours surely was the best case that I have yet won,” and here L locked eyes with Light to remind him that he had won, and it would be foolish to think that he could try and turn the tables right now, “once of doing that was more than enough. Not everyone is as narcissistic as you are, Light. No… I’m here for… sympathetic reasons, oddly enough. And you don’t have to believe me about that, but it is the truth.” And it was clear Light must not have believed it for a second, because he’d scooched his chair back from L’s furiously, the moment the words had left his lips.

He’d moved the seat back, but hadn’t gone to stand up. And that was smart on his part—Light had always been so smart—because if he had, L had no doubt that, quite ironically, all sorts of police and guardsmen would be spilling in this very moment to be giving Light a lethal injection.

So, it seemed that even in prison—where so much was ripped away from one—of course, Yagami Light had found a way to hold onto his careful reactions. This was very good.

L could respect that.

“I don’t believe you!” Light hissed, as some of the old fire returned to the young man. And his pupils dilated, and there was certainly a maniac look to them, but no red.

And L was taken aback to find that he somehow missed the red.

“All you ever wanted was to solve the Kira case more than anything else! It was just another trophy to add to your case! The most impressive one of all, in fact! And you didn’t care who you had to throw under the bus to get there, or if you had to act like Kira himself to achieve your goals. So, why would you start caring now? Odds say that you don’t.”

L could have said something to that, like, “How funny it is, that you now start talking about odds, when I always thought that that was my forte,” he knew. But the truth was… he didn’t have the time for their game, even though it had once been his favorite one of all.

A new technology had just been unveiled that could recognize faces with seventy-five percent accuracy one-hundred thousand miles away. And L just knew that it was at once going to be nuclear warfare, if he didn’t get out there and explain why seventy-five percent still wasn’t accurate enough and would leave too many innocent civilians murdered in cold blood and destitute. So, if Light wasn’t going to be interested in the deal L had to offer him here, he really couldn’t care less.

As it was, he was missing tea time right now, anyway, and he quite liked tea time.

Examining his nails in a very bored manner, L continued on with, “Like I said, Yagami Light, you don’t have to believe me. But I have an idea… since we both once loved our game with each other so much, how about we play another one together right now? Give me one good reason as to why I should give you an opportunity, and shouldn’t leave you to rot her for eternity, like you so rightly deserve?”

Light seemed to withdraw into himself at that… and he looked so very small. And as he did, L found that maybe he was finally truly feeling the sympathy he’d told Light that he had from the onset here.

It must not have been easy, L imagined, dealing with the world’s greatest ice queen in the world, who lived behind such an impenetrable fortress.

Nor must it have been easy to try and look like you had something to gamble with, when everything had been taken away from you.

The gears were clearly turning in Yagami Light’s head now. And L wondered if when they were done spinning, if he would actually hear some sort of fantastical truth from the man, or another lie. Surely the latter, since if there was one thing Yagami Light didn’t do, it was tell the truth.

Finally, Light looked up at L with sorrowful eyes. And L imagined that everyone who was watching this scene unfold with him right now, was also waiting with bated breath to see what the serial killer would have to say.

“Did you know my father once tried to kill my cat, L?” Light asked.

And there was his name, “L”, again. So, Light clearly must have thought he could win this one. And L thought he must have been lying, since he was speaking of something so traumatic far too matter-of-factly right now.

But, then again… Light was calling Soichiro “father” as opposed to “dad” for once. And sometimes trauma victims did speak matter-of-factly to try and keep their emotions at bay.

Hmm… L tried not to give anything away here, but Light definitely have L wondering if he’d missed something important in the Kira investigation. And L didn’t know if that was good or not. He had asked for this—and perhaps had even wanted a battle he had chosen, as opposed to the one he now had to partake in for necessity—but was it really a good idea to have a battle of wills with Yagami Light again?

No matter what he thought, L knew the best thing was to try and play it all off, of course. “No, I was not aware of that, Kira. It didn’t come up in anything I researched about you in our time together. If this is true, I assume your family kept it under wraps to protect your father’s reputation? Do tell me about it.”

“Yep. That’s exactly it,” Light allowed, and he was looking at his forearms that rested on the table now, as if he was lost in thought. Lost in his memories, maybe more accurately. So, perhaps, there was some truth to all of this, after all.

L truly hadn’t come here expecting to feel anything for Yagami Light today, but he found he was doing exactly that, and he hated himself for it.

He would not again be the man on a rooftop, looking at who he believed to be his future killer with regret, as he heard bells ring in the distance. He would not.

“It was late one night… Dad was tired. And maybe a little drunk… This was the only cat we ever had, by the way. An orange furball that Sayu had begged that Mom and Father let us have. Eventually, they relented. Anything, for cute Sayu, of course. And I felt the same way. But… it had stomach problems, and hairballs all the time. Mom cleaned it up as best she could. I helped, too. But Father hated this about the thing.

“One night… I guess the stress of everything became too much for him, and he was chasing Aki, the cat, through the house, saying he was going to kill her, and was throwing coat-hangers at her… until Sayu and I intervened. But mainly it was me. I don’t know if it would have gone further than the coat-hangers, if Father’s two little kids hadn’t tried to stop him then, but…

“Anyway, Dad never had a psychotic break like that ever again, so we all just dropped it...”

The way Light had told the story… it mostly seemed true to L. And he hated that after once having said that there was never a time that Light told the truth, that he would now ven entertain that notion.

He also despised that he now thought it made some sense, then, that Yagami Light would go serial killer, since he’d had the trauma of seeing his father attack an animal… and seeing as how he couldn’t really get any help, as mental illness was so stigmatized in Japan.

But Light did not need to know any of these things from L, of course. All he needed to know was that he had passed the test.

And for Yagami Light, who had only ever wanted to get the best grades and be society’s greatest being—and to be a “god”—surely that would be enough.

“Light… what if we put your desire for justice—and death, to an extent—to practical use? What if you became an executor, instead of wasting away here?”

And the moment the words had left his mouth, L wished he could take them back. Because certainly Kira would object that he wasn’t a killer and never had been.

But instead, Light just dabbed at his eyes some—had he started crying?—and shook his head as if he were truly lost, “…If you think that’s the best thing for me to do… I guess I’ll do it. Clearly, I don’t know what’s right, and you’re wiser than I could ever be. So, when do I start?”

L meant to fill Light in then, that it wouldn’t be right away.

No. Some trust would have to be built first, before they let Kira anywhere near lethal ingredients or people he would put in the electric chair, of course.

But L couldn’t find the words.

He was, one, feeling too much guilt, somehow, by what had just transpired….

And two, finding himself almost aroused at the idea of Light wielding such power, but using it rightly this time.

“Watari will get you the information. He’ll be in touch.”

And L headed back through the large metal door, without another look towards Yagami Light.

He had once thought it held Light’s fate… but he was starting to realize that perhaps it held his own, too.

And if he was intelligent, he would never see the man again.

But had he ever truly been intelligent?

L had to ponder that now, when he knew without a shadow of a doubt… he would be seeing Kira again.

#death note #lawlight #fanfiction #au #alternate universe #mine #my work #my writing #shanna writes

[thatringboy]

Behold: my fourth Genshin OC; George the Fontaine Fashionista who may or may not be running a mafia as a side hustle…👀

Steel Cold Style

”Finding one’s personal style should be a primary goal in life! If you have no confidence in your appearance, then how can you hope to have confidence in your abilities?”

An entrepreneur in the Fontaine Fashion Industry who’s cold, hard and carefully crafted exterior is only challenged by their equally ornate and austere heart.

General Information

Name: George Glacfleur

Age: 24

Affiliation: Glacfleur Fashion House

Birthdate: October 31

Starsign: Scorpio

Constellation: Flos Glacies

Weapon: Catalyst

Vision: Cryo

Voice Claims

CVA: Din Mukhammed Kudaibergen

JVA: Suwabe Junichi

EVA: Yagami Yato’s deep voice that can make a grown ass hetero man quiver you know I had to have at least one OC with this VA claim

Voice Lines

Good Morning: Good day, Traveler, how shall I dress you today?

Good Afternoon: *Yawn* Is it tea time yet?

Good Evening: If you really want to stay out later, then we can stop by this one great bakery I know

Good Night: Sweet dreams… I hope you dream about me

When It Rains: Huh… it’s a good thing my shoes are waterproof

When It Snows: Quickly! Snap a photo with your kamera! The lighting is just perfect!

When It’s Sunny: Oh dear… look, if I get any dust on my clothing, then you’ll understand why I break down into tears

Favorite Food: Not to be crude but I become a completely different and more… loose person when I drink. To counter this, I always have my wine with the finest cheese and chocolates I can get my hands on!

Least Favorite Food: I’m highly allergic to all types of nuts. Almonds are the worst of them all!

About: Vision: Oh, this little trinket? I found it at a Flea market a few years ago. The old bloke selling it said that it appeared for him, but never awakened. I thought to myself: “eh what the heck” and purchased it. Voila! It awakened just like that! And that’s the day I discovered that blue is really my color!

About: Interests: My special interest is going from shop to shop in Fontaine and recycling my Mora back into our wonderful economy! Yes… I partake heavily in shopping, but not just for personal reasons! I hand pick all of the fabrics and materials used in the Fashion House myself! And why can’t a person just enjoy shopping without getting judged?

About Kaeya: Kaeya Alberich and I have met once during a trip I made to Mondstat… we were so much alike that we haven’t met since out of respect for our companions’ sanity

About Lyney & Lynette: The twins? I’m afraid I don’t know much about them besides whispers from my father’s colleagues, which often contradict each other. All I can say for sure is watch your back around them. I may not be able to help you if you fall into their traps and schemes

About Xinyan: She’s that rockstar from Liyue, right? I went to a few of her shows the last time I was in the Harbor and I am still so impressed how she took a Fontaine music genre and completely made it her own! She’s got major potential and I love her style

About: Family: My family… we’re not close for a few reasons that I won’t bore you with the details of. Lots of “he said”, “she said”, “they said”, you know how families are! Mine happen to be more conservative than most, which is fine, but their ideas of how I should live clash with my personal ideologies and it just became one large mess. *Sigh* I just wish that they would stop wanting me to follow in my father’s footsteps. Don’t get me wrong, he’s a great guy and is one of the top legal advisers in Fontaine, but my calling has always been fashion. Is that so hard for my family to understand? I could never take part in a legal system that actively oppresses the little people and for some reason that’s even worse than simply wanting to leave the family business behind. Oh well…

About: Cryo: I once heard a tale that the Tsaritsa of Sneznhaya was the god of love at one point and that Cryo Visions represent that in some way. To me, there is no greater type of love than self love and confidence in one’s body. The message that all people are beautiful when they love themselves is one I wish that a younger version of myself was exposed to, so it is my duty to share it with everyone I meet. Of course, there are those who seek to snuff out certain types of beauty they don’t agree with and to that, I have a large icicle and I know exactly where I want to shove it

About: Hydro: The element of justice and the element that corresponds with our reigning Archon. You know what would be justice? Not taxing the life out of the people and shoving the Mora into the pockets of the rich! You know what would be justice? A legal system that doesn’t keep “criminals” awaiting a fair and public trial when the mood strikes our “Divine Judge”! You know what would be justice? Not making bail so high for the incarcerated that it becomes impossible for them to ever be set free! She is wasting her life away in a prison awaiting a trial that will most certainly be unfair for a crime she did not commit and there’s no way in the legal system for me to help her! Who is she? … someone who I couldn’t save. Iris, my closest companion, got caught in the wrong place at the wrong time and I wasn’t available to be her alibi before she was taken away in shackles. Our benevolent Archon talks long and hard about how water can carve canyons and reshape the earth through erosion, but all I’m seeing from her is the tranquility of a small creek and the laziness of waves licking the shore

About: Fontaine Legal System: If you thought the legal systems in Liyue and Inazuma were ridged then… phew you have a LOT to learn about Fontaine! That’s why I dedicate a lot of my free time to helping those who get swept up in the chaos! However… some small businesses have started paying my employees to keep watch over them when our wonderful Archon’s police come knocking and then one thing led to another and now I have an entire underground establishment that works against the legal system and is fighting for reform. Look, I didn’t mean to start all of this, but it’s what I work with now

About: Lochfolk: Ocianid… oh you mean the Lochfolk! I’ve never seen one before, I thought they all left Fontaine. You’ve met a few? I’m impressed, it seems you truly are as well traveled as you claim to be

About: Glacfleur Fashion House: That’s my boutique! Built it from the ground up! We cater to all patrons from all walks of life! We have fashion from Inazuma, Sneznhaya, Liyue, Sumeru; you name it, we have it! And if not, we also make clothing and jewelry to order! To know everything we sell is authentic, look for the Iris Emblem embroidered or engraved on all of our pieces

About: Technology: The best part of Fontaine besides the culture has to be the technology! We’re no where nearly as advanced as Sneznhaya, but we have plumping, lights, refrigerators, kameras, music boxes… it makes life so much easier! Just waiting for the rest of Teyvat to catch up…

About: Scars: You want to know how I got these scars? It was a bad run-in with some bandits during one of my first ever deliveries to the countryside. Ended up with an explosive bottle to the face that shattered on impact and almost took off my entire cheek. I’m glad I have such an attractive face, otherwise I might have never recovered! That experience is also why I wear glasses… I’m lucky to not have gone blind from the shards of glass that ended up in my eyes

About: The Steambird: I have a subscription to that paper. I’m very interested in the astrology column they published and often the Glacfleur Fashion House makes an appearance in a few articles concerning the culture and fashion of Fontaine! I’m glad my work is being recognized

About: “Iris”: I already told you that the emblem of the Glacfleur Fashion House is an iris blossom, what else did you want to know? … You’ve been seeing the symbol scratched onto certain walls and alleys? Well… hehehe… sometimes I do more work than just running the boutique. N-Nothing illegal if that’s what you’re thinking! I just… uh… promise not to tell anyone? Okay… recently, the court system of Fontaine has started cracking down with more taxes for the people and as such, the Glacfleur Fashion House has been graciously supporting small businesses and giving protection to people in less than fortunate financial circumstances. It’s not a mafia!!! Why does everyone keep saying that?!

#they/them for George please in case that wasn’t clear #Yes I specifically picked Suwabe Junichi as his JVA claim just because of Sukuna and “gambare gambare” #George: “IT’S NOT A DAMN MAFIA!!!” #me: “are you sure about that” #oops my hand slipped and they accidentally became a mafia boss oh well #Genshin impact #Genshin Impact OC #George Glacfleur #Cryo OC

[izumiyagami14]

nightmares

enlightenmonth //[day 17-20]dreams/nightmares Summary: After having another nightmare of the past, Koushiro needs to talk to someone to… this is kind of a sequel to my past/future prompt earlier this month. Bear with me, I haven’t been able to write as much as would like due to lesson planning!

Koushiro woke up with a jump, his heartbeat accelerated and breathing drastically increased. Grabbing his chest, his dark eyes darted around the room for any signs of distress, but he could not find anything, only Tentomon sleeping peacefully next to his feet. He sighed in relief. It was just a nightmare, he concluded. The third one this week…

A bright glowing screen in front of him was a hint that he wasn’t in his bed, but in fact still in his chair and still working. He huffed and rubbed his tired eyes. He desperately needed a change of scenery. He needed to clear his mind. A voice rang in his head.

Let’s talk about it. What goes on through your mind?

He knew where he could go. But would she be awake? Without waking up his partner, he grabbed his shoes and keys before heading out of his apartment.

The sky was still dark outside, so he continued to walk. About halfway to his desired destination, he looked down at his phone to see the time. It was 2:34 am. Unlocking his phone, he continued to walk and scrolled through his contacts. He eventually found her name, but his thumb hovered over it. Maybe she’s asleep. I don’t want to wake her. Maybe she has to plan lessons in the morning. Maybe she changed her mind. I don’t want to burden her….

“Koushiro?” A voice in front of his path caused him to jump. It was the name on his phone his thumb would not dare press.

“Hikari?”

She chuckled. “Where are you going?”

“I was… I was going to ask you the same thing.” He sighed in relief.

She smiled and said, “I was actually walking over to see you. I’ve been thinking about you a lot lately.”

His heart skipped a beat. “You were? Why?”

“I just wanted to check up on you. See how you were doing. Maybe talk about anything new.”

She always knew when something was up. “Yeah. Yeah, sure. We can do that,” he agreed as he shoved his phone in his pocket. Once she reached his side, the two headed back to his apartment.

A comfortable silence sat between them as they walked down the path back to the Izumi residence. Koushiro noticed that she was wearing his jacket from the last time they talked as he failed to return the following day to retrieve it, but he didn’t want to mention it to her. His mind went into overdrive to think of things to say whenever she would ask a question. He wanted to tell her about everything that has been going on, but didn’t want to burden her with his struggles. “How’s your new job? You told me your first week went well. Is it still good?” Koushiro asked, hoping to move the attention to something else.

“Oh, I absolutely love it! The kids are so sweet and kind! It’s like a dream,” she paused before she continued. “Let’s talk about you. Are you sure you’re liking your job? You seemed unenthusiastic the last time we talked in person.”

He waved his hands in front of him, as visions of the last time they saw each other on the Yagami residence roof played in his head. “Of course I am! Why wouldn’t I? It’s something I’ve wanted to do since I could remember.”

“I don’t know. You look stressed,” Hikari said, narrowing her eyes.

“Well,” he replied, looking up to the night sky. “To be honest with you, I am a little stressed. There are so many things to do... And I am only one person. I just have to get everything done in time. There’s all this… pressure.”

“You know you don’t have to do everything by yourself, right?” she said, moving her eyes upward, too.

Koushiro moved his gaze from the stars to the girl next to him. The starlight from the late summer sky lightly brushed her face. “Yeah, I know.”

“What’s wrong? What’s really bothering you, Koushiro?”

She always knew when something was up.

He shrugged, hands in his pockets. “I don’t know what’s wrong, okay? I’m just… really tired.”

She looked back at him, concerned. “You look tired.”

“It’s because I am tired,” he whispered.

Hikari stopped walking, causing him to stop, turn around and face her, “Talk to me, Koushiro. What’s bothering you?”

He sighed and averted his eyes to his feet. “You remember a couple years ago with the reboot?”

“Yeah?”

He held his breath, scared of what to say next. “I’ve… I’ve been having these dreams… About something like that happening again. And I never want something like that to happen again because I don’t know what I would do if it did. So I’ve been trying and trying and trying to find something, anything that might stop something like that from happening again…”

Hikari slowly walked up to Koushiro and wrapped her arms around him. She felt him shudder at her touch, knowing that it was from his inner struggle and not from her. Even after breaking his walls down in front of her, he himself did not want to break entirely.

“Breathe, Koushiro. It’s okay. The world won't fall if you're not holding it up. You can’t do everything by yourself. Everyone is here for you. Me, Tentomon, Tailmon, Taichi. Everyone.”

Koushiro stayed silent as he moved his arms to return the hug. He buried his head in the crook of her neck, scared to show any emotion from this confession. “You always know what to say, Hikari.”

She chuckled. “You know, I’d do anything for you… you guys.”

He didn’t know if it was the lack of sleep or the comfort he felt being in her embrace, but he didn’t stop himself “Of course, I know. I’ve known you since… forever. I can’t imagine my life without you.”

A pause set it as she thought about what to say next. “How long has it been since your last good night of sleep?” She whispered.

He grumbled at the question. “I’m not sure. Three? Four? Maybe five?” He mumbled against her skin.

She giggled at his vague answer. “Five what? Days? Weeks?”

A pause. “Yes,” he simply responded.

Her laughing stopped and she pulled away from the embrace. “Okay, buddy. We need to get you home.”

His head shot up and met her eyes. “No, you don’t have to do that! It’s a school night for you. You have kids to take care of and lessons to plan!”

“Koushiro, it’s Saturday.”

“What?” His brain could not compute.

“What day do you think it is?” She started to ask.

His eyes widened. “Saturday, of course.”

“Yeah, we seriously need to get you home.” She responded, well knowing he was hiding the truth and that he most likely wasn’t joking about having a lack of sleep for weeks.

As they continued to walk down the path back and up to the Izumi residence, Koushiro fumbled to get his keys out of his pocket to unlock the door. Hikari started to remove the oversized jacket she was wearing. “Oh, I forgot to return this to you.”

After unlocking the door, he turned to face her. “It’s okay. You can have it. It looks nice on you, anyway.” He admitted before he had time to realize. The door swung open and he turned on the hallway lights, illuminating the hallway and kitchen of the apartment. “Do you need anything? Do you want any tea?” Koushiro quietly asked, careful not to wake Tentomon in the other room.

“Don’t worry about me! I can make my own tea. You need sleep. Let’s get you to bed,” she replied, lightly pushing him toward his room.

“But how are you going to get home? Who’s going to walk you home?” He argued.

“Don’t worry about me,” she said as he slowly opened the bedroom door.

He looked around his room. It was the same as the way he left it. Without any hesitation, he plopped himself down on his bed, shoes still on his feet. As he laid down on his back, his eyes immediately felt droopy. He was about to drift off to sleep when he felt another weight join him.

“What are you doing?” He tried to protest, but couldn’t open his tired eyes.

“It's a long night when you do it on your own. Is it okay if I stay to make sure you get some sleep? No more nightmares, just sweet dreams?”

His heart fluttered at the scent of cherry blossoms filling his nose and he smiled with closed eyes. “Yes, of course.”

#koukari #enlightenment #enlightenmonth #hikari yagami #koushiro izumi

[cthulhuliet]

my high hopes (are getting low)

6.8k words [total 13k words] (part one) (part two) (part three) | AO3 Link | warnings: explict content, homophobia, dubious morality, completely unnecessary religious references, it is all smut so please proceed with that knowledge.

‘Cause my High hopes are getting low because these people are so old The way they think about it all If I tried I would never know

Light Yagami's world view is shifted after a conversation with his father concerning L's sexuality. He takes his plan into action. 

Light looked at his watch and the other task force members. It was half past 10, much later than when they typically start work. Light was idly browsing the scanned names from the Death Note on the computer and had enough tabs open to make himself look busy. It doesn’t matter much anyway, he was not planning on getting any work done today. He was biding his time for one of the other members to notice.

“Hey, where is Ryuzaki?” Matsuda frowned, looking around the common area. This garnered everyone else’s attention as they looked around the room as well as at their watches.

“Good point, he is normally the first one down here,”

“Do you think he is still asleep?”

“Even if he actually slept last night he would never be napping for this long,”

Mogi tapped a couple buttons on the computer and footage from L’s room appeared on the large screen. The young detective was holded up in his room, laptop closed in front of him but eyes very much open, just crouching in his chair like he normally does.

Matusda frowned, “He is so weird…” He trailed off shaking his head.

Soichiro adjusted his glasses, looking at the footage in front of him, “We need Ryuzaki to give us the next steps for dealing with the Death Note. Let me call his room,” He dialed the numbers, looking at L, but the phone did not ring on the footage and he did not even move, “It went straight to voicemail…”

Aizawa frowned, “That is odd.”  

Light frowned with mock concern and stood up from his chair, “I can go to his room and ask him what is going on,” The detectives all raised their eyebrows, “What? I am the only one who can actually get into the room either way,”

Aizawa and Soichiro looked at one another, the pair seemingly had a mental conversation with one another, but their expression loudly stated what they were thinking; it is as if they were shouting instead of silently nodding, “If that is ok with you, Light,”

“We’ll be watching the room,”

Predictable.

“I figured as much, Father,” Light pulled on the collar of his black turtleneck as he walked up the stairs towards the elevator. He pressed the button to L’s floor and leaned against the wall of the elevator, smirking to himself. He idly checked his watch, counting down the minutes.

Light knocked softly on the door as he opened it, meeting L’s gaze as he opened the door. L scratched the side of his nose as Light pulled off his shoes, the other man looking at him, mirroring the motion.

“Hey, Ryuzaki,” Light crossed the room. He cleared his throat before he attempted to speak again-- his voice somehow went an octave higher than his natural tone, “The task force is waiting for you downstairs. We tried calling the room but it went straight to voicemail,”

L sighed, opening his laptop. He silently tapped on the keyboard for a few moments before closing it. “I apologize, Light, I meant to send out an email today. I decided last night to get rid of the Note and had them shipped off to a secure location to be lab tested. After that, we can go ahead and test some of the rules written in there, but I had a theory about the use of the pages that I wanted some people to look at,”

This was bullshit and Light knew it. The book was with Watari and not being let out of his sight, but it is an easy enough explanation that the Task Force will at least buy it for the time being.

“Oh, ok, that is good news,” Light shifted his feet, standing closer to L’s chair, “So, why are you in here and not downstairs with everyone else?”

L sighed, running a hand through his hair, “I suppose I just wanted some time for myself. I have been a bit depressed recently,”

“Depressed?” Light chuckled artificially, “About what? We are closer than ever to piecing everything together. We have almost solved it,”

Pressing a thumb to his lips, L shook his head, “It just feels as though it will never end. Every time I think it is finished, there are 3 more questions that pop up, disproving my theories. It is frustrating to be so close and yet never reach the end,”

“I suppose it is more accurate to say you’re stressed rather than depressed,”

L shrugged his shoulders, “Why not both?”

Light smirked, taking a seat on the bed, leaning back casually on his palms, “Ryuzaki, have you ever relaxed at any point in your life?”

There was the trigger sentence, and this is where the show begins.

“Light,” L stood up from his chair and leaned against the chair at the opposite where he was sitting, “You know better than anyone the answer to that question,”

Grinning, Light looked up to a corner of the room where there was a camera blinking at him, “Are the cameras turned off?” He looked there and back at L. If he was nervous he didn’t show it, the detective looked as he normally did, but Light did not miss the slight smirk present on his face.

L shrugged, “Think so,” They were not, “Pretty sure Watari turned them off the second you walked in the room,” He did not, “He normally does,” Watari is in on it. Light pushed himself off the bed, slowly stepping closer to L until he was a mere few inches away, “Besides. The task force just got the email I sent them. No one is worried about us,”

Smiling, Light swiftly grabbed the small of his back and pulled L chest to chest with him, “No, they won’t be,” Light muttered quietly, but loudly enough for the mic to pick up on. He cradled the back of his neck and pressed soft open-mouthed kisses to the soft skin there. L’s breath hitched and his hands gravitated to Light’s back, fisting the fabric in his hands, “You are so clever, Ryuzaki,”

Grabbing L’s hand, he pulled him towards the large bed. He manhandled the wiry man until he was lying flat on his back, Light straddling his waist and hands on either side of his head.

Light looked in his eyes for signs of hesitation, or a signal to shut this down, but behind the smoky blackness all he could find was a mixture of enthusiasm and anticipation. Despite this, Light still stood over L, unmoving, as if he was frozen. It had only just now occurred to him that this is the first time that he was going to be acting on his attractions towards another person, the first time another person would see him vulnerable and at their will, the first time he would kiss someone and it would mean something, even if it was all just for the show.

“Well,” L leaned up, whispering in his ear, “What are you waiting for?” He punctuated it with a soft bite on his earlobe, and any of Light anxieties went out the door. Because for a moment, he forgot who he was sharing this part of himself with. The only man in his life-- maybe ever-- who could challenge him, keep him on his toes, excite him in any way. There was never anyone else. There was never any other way.

Light would never be able to tell you who closed the gap, but their kiss was messy. Teeth and tongue and wandering hands, quick and dirty, but with a warm feeling of coming home that neither of them had ever felt before. L tasted of frosting and chocolate and sugar cubes and all the things that Light hated, but the saccharine sweetness of it all was ok, because it all just tasted like L.

Wandering hands made their way up and under L’s shirt, Light running his perfectly trimmed nails down his sides. He couldn’t wait to take off the shirt to see the angry red marks that were created.

Light couldn’t help but make a teasing glance to the camera. A part of him wishes he could be downstairs, witnessing the task force’s reaction to the clean cut school boy defiling the number one detective in the world.

L broke this kiss, panting, but Light did not want to waste a second more and attached himself to his neck again. His hands moved up to softly graze over L’s nipples, causing a gasp and a stifled moan. Light looked up to see him biting his lip, eyes squeezed tight.

“How many times do I have to tell you this, Ryuzaki?” Light sat up, fiddling with the ends of L’s shirt, “Stop biting your lips,”

“Or what?” To which L made a point to wet his lips with his tongue, then biting down on his bottom one again.

Teasing bastard.

Light pressed his hands down in between L’s head, hovering over the other one, “You know what happens when you tease me,”

L smirked, “Oh no,” He then used Light’s weak points to his advantage, hooking a leg over his waist and grabbing on of his wrists, L quickly flipped their positions, the older man now straddling the other, pinning one arm over his head, “I am incredibly scared, Light,”

“That’s not fair,”

“Only because you’re losing,”

“This isn’t a game,”

L smirked, and used his free hand to pull down Light collar, he attached his tongue and teeth to his neck and sucked at the sensitive skin. “Only because you’re losing,” He muttered into his neck before continuing his attack. Light gasped and moaned under the touch, previously struggling under L’s hold, he now gave into it. L pulled his mouth off his throat, and he could just feel the bruise blossoming already.

“You are wearing far too many clothes, my dear,” L sat up, and pulled the turtleneck off of Light, and threw it across the room. He breathed out, staring at the others muscled figure and tanned skin. Slightly flustered, L ran a hand through his hair. He glanced at the camera and put his pinky finger on his ear and dragged it to his lips: a signal to Watari to actually turn off the cameras this time. As much as they wanted to mess with the task force, they both agreed beforehand they don’t want to have footage of their full encounter and, essentially, have their sex tape on file somewhere.

Neither of them stopped to think that it means they could end their little game. L could have gotten up and grabbed Light’s shirt, and waited for long enough to simply exit the room. The message couldn’t have been clearer, and it was all an act anyway.

Or maybe in the back of their minds they realised it was something more. That it wasn’t just an act. That when Light presented this plan-- this ludacris, unholy plan-- that they both agreed a little too quickly, and had a little too much fun with it.

Maybe L and Light realised, but what was another drop in the lake? What really was another line crossed in their morally ambiguous power play? The shades of grey had never burned brighter, and the desire to indulge in their dissolute sin clouded over their minds too thickly for any logic to shine through.

“Light…” L muttered, his hands trailing over his chest and neck, “You…”

“Yes?”

“You look… just heavenly,” L said, simply. Light’s breath hitched at the words and he swallowed down a groan, not wanting the other man to know how his words affected him. L’s mouth latched onto his nipple, softly wetting and licking it while slowly moving his hips against Light’s, feeling the younger man’s growing erection.

“It is no wonder you have such an ego,” L muttered, gently kissed his chest. He made his way up to his neck again, where he bit down hard, Light now moaning unabashedly, “If I looked as though I was sculpted from everything holy, I would believe I was a God as well,”

Light’s hands made his way under L’s shirt, running his fingernails down his back, “Ryuzaki, I-”

“L.”

“L?”

“Please, Light.” He ran his fingers down the side of Light’s face, locking their lips together once more, “Call me L,”

Light nodded, pulling at his shirt, “L, please,” He lifted it up to L’s chest, “I need more,”

L’s tutted, shaking his head, but pulled off his shirt regardless, “You are so impatient,”

Getting back to work, L pulled Light up by his shoulders, both of them now sitting up. He pushed his hips into the younger man, causing him to groan and dig his nails into L’s hips. L attached himself to the juncture of Light’s neck and shoulder, softly sucking more marks into his skin, as if the other man knew Light always dreamed of hiding a lovemark there under his high collared shirts.

L moved against Light at a painstakingly slow pace, the man under him slowly losing his mind at the ministrations. L pulled his mouth off of him and Light took this opportunity to return the favor given to him. He threaded his nimble fingers into L’s messy black hair, reaching for the roots and squeezed tight. L gasped before moaning, and Light was desperate to pull more sounds from the otherwise reserved man. He pressed his lips to L’s neck, biting and sucking, slowly becoming obsessed with the red and purple bruises appearing under the pale skin. It took more time for Light to create each mark than L, the younger of the two idly wondering about the detective’s previous history. That wandering question seemed to matter less and less as his inexperienced mouth was doing something right, L’s grinding and gasps getting more rapid, the pleasure he was experiencing was evident in every sense of the word.

Light was impatient, but L was too. He pressed his hand against Light’s chest, and pushed him back down onto the bed. The blinds from the window allowed sunlight to seep through the cracks in them. Light looked up at the man above him in wonderment and awe. L’s lips were swollen and his cheeks pink and flushed. He already looked thoroughly wrecked: his hair even more wild than normal and his neck and collarbones were blossoming various shades of red and purple. Light never considered himself a devout man, but with the light perfectly streamed into the room to hit L’s face, eyes tinkling, and with the knowledge that behind them held the most intelligent, calculating mind known to mortals, it is no wonder Light finally understood the need to revere a figure higher than yourself. In this moment, Light was not Kira, the bringer of divine justice and God of a new world, Light only wanted to worship L and be completely at his mercy.

L moved off of Light’s legs and unbuttoned his pants, pulling them off in one swift motion. He hooked his leg back over him and palmed Light through his underwear, Light whining loudly at the action. He was rock hard now and leaking precum through the fabric. He gripped the sheets underneath him, too turned on to be embarrassed about his actions.

L cocked his head to the side, “Light, I have to ask,” He moved his hand off of him and leaned closer to the other man’s face, “You concocted this plan, so it didn’t cross my mind to ask. But have you never…” L trailed off, and Light turned his gaze away from him.

“Have you ever, L?”

“That’s not what I asked, Light.”

Biting his lip, Light flushed, only now feeling self conscious. L ran his fingers softly down his cheek, “That is what I thought,” He looked softly into Light eyes, the typical coldness was replaced with warmth and care, “Don’t worry. I will make your first time as beautiful as you are,”

Beautiful…

L kissed Light softly. If their first kiss was all messiness and lust, this one held a certain gentleness and care that one would not expect from the complex, calculating detective and the greatest mass murderer in history. “You don’t have to treat me like glass now that you know,” Light muttered against his lips.

L smirked, kissing the man under him once more before responding, “I said beautiful, not merciful. I fully ended on both of us being thoroughly wrecked by the end of this,” Light groaned at L’s words, his low voice and balanced diction hit certain weak points that Light didn’t know he had. He moved off of Light once again, palming him firmly but tantalizingly slow. Light threw his head back, unabashedly moaning at the contact. L used his free hand to hook a finger under the underwear, his breath hitching in anticipation. They made eye contact and L simply smirked.

“L, stop teasing, I need more,”

L tutted, shaking his head, “And I need more from you than that,”

Light groaned, head clouded with lust, “L, I need more, I need more, give it to me, please ,”

“There we go,” L moved his hand off of Light cock, hooking his fingers under the fabric, “You are so pretty when you beg. I wish you would use your manners more,” Light groaned, and L began pulling, but jerked away and jumped at a frantic and harsh pounding on the door.

The two made worried eye contact followed by angry shouting coming from the door, “Light, you better open this door right this second before I blow it to pieces!”

“I thought he didn’t know what floor we were on,” Light said, looking at L.

He shrugged, “Your father is smarter than we often give him credit for,”

Another loud bang against the wood, followed by more angry shouting, “ Light! I demand an explanation this instant. Your father is telling you to come to the door now, ”

“He’s going to kill me if I answer that door, Ryuzaki,” Light set his jaw, a familiar bubbling rage was boiling in his blood, “What do we do?”

L, who was mostly unbothered the entire time, shrugged, “Don’t worry, it is being taken care of,” The knocks on the door continued for a few seconds longer before abruptly stopping without hesitation or a second word, “Watari and I planned for this.”

Light looked up at the man straddling him, and raised an eyebrow, “What exactly did you do to him?”

“Does it really matter?” Raising an eyebrow, Light crossed his arms. L sighed, “Just a mild sedative. When an unauthorized user attempted to enter the room more than once, there is a moderate shock that knocks you out for a few hours,”

Light ran a hand through his hair, “So my Dad is just, unconscious lying right outside the room?”

“I am sure Watari took him to one of the surrounding rooms, he is a lot stronger than he looks,” L shrugged, idly running his hands up and down Light’s figure, “We can stop if you want,”

Light knew he was playing a dangerous game, and they didn’t need to continue. He knew that even being in the same bed with the man who wanted to put him on death row was crossing every careful boundary his clever mind had built up. But the feeling of L’s soft, chilly hands trailing over his skin was addictive in a way that made his skin feel as though it were burning up. Light didn’t know how he never saw how gorgeous the man above him was before.

“I apologize for the interruption. I am going to continue, unless you tell me otherwise,” L answered for him and locked his lips on the other man’s nipple, grazing it with his teeth slightly before sucking on the bud and licking it with his tongue. Light’s hand found their way up into L’s hair, gently stroking it. He reached out for L’s slack hand, and placed his on top of the detective’s. L hummed, peppering kisses across Light’s toned chest; the very act of their hands on top of one another felt more intimate than anything they had done today.

L gently squeezed his hand before pulling away, fiercely gripping Light’s hips as he sucked a purple mark into the bone. This time, without being interrupted, he pulled down Light’s underwear, throwing it casually across the room.

Light groaned as the cool air hit his exposed cock. L, being the tease he was, gently traced his index nail up and down the inside of Light’s spread legs. His eyes were wide looking at him, now completely naked, and L subconsciously brought his thumb up to his lips, chewing on the nail.

“Are you just going to stare at me?” Light tried to sound annoyed but his voice came off as whiny and needy.

L looked unfazed (as unfazed as one can with eyes the size of the moon), still drawing his nail up and down his legs, pointedly ignoring the area that Light really wanted L to give attention to, “I have been to museums before, I know you are not supposed to touch the art,”

Light did his best not to whine at the praise, biting his lip and deeply inhaling. But his body seemed to have other ideas as goosebumps covered his skin and his cock twitched at L’s words.

This time, L reacted and smirked, gently tracing his fingertips over Light’s cock, causing him to whimper, “I should have known,” He stated simply, teasing the tip of his cock with his thumb, smearing pre-cum over the head, “Sheltered genius with a God complex? Of course you are going to have a praise kink,”

“Hey, I- Ah!” Light’s protests were cut off swiftly with a loud moan, L’s diving down and taking the whole of Light’s cock in his mouth with no warning. Light’s groaned, throwing his head back against the pillows, gaping like a fish out of water. He grabbed L’s hair with purpose, tightly fisting the black waves in his hands. L expert hands pumped Light’s cock as he focused on his head, using his tongue in a sinful way that made Light see stars.

“God, L, don’t stop, please,” Light begged, gripping L’s hair with a little more force than necessary. The detective groaned, the vibrations from his throat made Light’s eyes water, feeling so overwhelmed by having someone touch him for the first time. He thanked his lucky stars that he never had a fumbling teenage experience complete with awkwardness and ruined orgasms, but being able to have an older, more experienced man give him the attention he deserves.

Gripping his hair, Light held L in place as he slowly moved his hips into his mouth, exercising an incredible amount of self control, as he just wanted to fuck his tight mouth until he finished-- though another real part of him never wanted this experience to end.

L’s brow was furrowed in concentration as Light sped up his movements, a blush spread across his pale cheeks that mirrored the ones on Light’s flushed face. Spit and precum dribbled out of L’s mouth and onto Light’s thighs. The mess he would typically despise, but looking at L’s thoroughly wrecked expression, he could only describe his viewing experience as divine.

Fighting against the hold on his hair, L came up for breath, stroking Light’s cock at a slower speed. Before Light could ask for a reason or wonder if he had hurt the other man-- “Light, slow down, you want to fuck me at least, right?”

His low voice was gravely and breathless, the statement ringing in his ears like noon on a Sunday. L wasn’t telling him what he wanted, he was instead stating what Light wanted. Of course he wanted to fuck him. He wanted nothing more than to see L’s guard broken down to pieces; to bear hold and witness to the number one detective in the world, panting and moaning in his lap as he can only think about Light’s hands and skin all around him.

“What do you want?” Light asked, hands tracing over the inside of L’s thighs, running his well-manicured nails over the roughness of his jeans. L’s eyes were wide as he met Light’s amber gaze, “Whatever you want, L, I want to give it to you,”

“And what if I wanted you?”

Light sat up, holding himself up with his forearms, “You have already had that for so long,”

L pulled Light in for another kiss, just as bruising but layered with an understanding that neither of them quite knew how to place. L broke the kiss, gasping, “Fuck, I missed you,”

Light hummed, “Disappointed you have to be away from me for a few hours everyday, now?”

Shaking his head, L ran a thumb over Light’s bottom lip, “Don’t go and play stupid now, we both know that is not what I meant,”

It had only been a few days since Light regained his memories, and so much had changed. He felt different, and not just because he was planning the murder of the man who is currently peeling off his own jeans in preparation to take his virginity. Without them, when he was just trying to catch Kira, he felt as though he was missing purpose. Light had the drive to catch Kira, but there was always something missing. No wonder L never fell for his act. He could sense the shift in his behavior. He was Kira again, and he felt alive. And L missed him, the real him. Not just the Light with the good grades and normal people quirks, the Light who everyone hated or worshiped, who’s morals blurred between what is right and what is not. L didn’t want the morally right honors student, he wanted a challenge, he wanted Kira.  

A wanton moan pulled Light out of his own head. He looked up and saw L lewdly stretching himself out in front of Light, already 2 fingers deep. Where he got the lube, he would never be sure, but Light’s mouth went dry at the erotic sight.

He moved forward on the bed, settling between L’s legs. He leaned forward to kiss him, and slowly moved L’s hand, replacing his fingers with his own. L moans were muffled by Light’s tongue in his mouth.

Despite not having much experience with this kind of thing, Light was a quick learner, and the continual motions didn’t leave for much variety. He seemed to be doing something right, as L was gasping and whining, sweat-beaded forehead resting on Light’s collarbone. He put more lube on his fingers and slowly inserted 3 fingers, L’s gasping and writhing on his lap.

“Light, try curling your fingers in and up,” L instructed, now using one of his free hands to slowly tease his own cock.

His hand was far beyond aching by that point, but he barely noticed as his senses were being completely overwhelmed by L. The small breaths on his collarbone and how he is softly rubbing the skin above his hipbone with his thumb, it was sensory overload in the best way.

“In and up,” Light repeated.

“Yes, you are doing great, Light, you are so good, so good, oh fuck, ” L moaned louder than he had ever even heard the man speak, and his hand moved off of Light’s hip to his shoulder, needing to steady himself.

“Found it,” Light muttered, now aiming for L’s prostate with every motion. The older man quieted his moans by biting and sucking on Light’s collarbones and neck. Light’s movements became sloppy as the sensitive skin got more attention from L’s expert mouth. Light slowed his movements down, just barely grazing over the prostate, before quickly speeding up his fingers, hitting the spot over and over and over again.

L choked out a sob, and if it weren’t for the subsequent whines that followed he would have been worried he hurt him in someway, “Fuck, you really are good with your hands, Light,”

Light smirked to himself, “Can you believe I was never more popular with the girls?”

“Maybe they all knew,”

“Maybe,”

He pulled L in for another kiss, the man barely being able to concentrate, “Fuck, Light, your hands are just perfect, you’re incredible, God, you really do deserve your massive fucking ego,”

Light groaned at the praise but chuckled as well, “Why is everything you say a slight against me?”

L raised an eyebrow, “Do you not want it to be?” He grabbed Light’s wrist, stilling his motions, and pressed his chest firmly with his hands so he was lying down on his back, “What do you want me to say, Light? Do you want me to tell you how good of a job you’re doing? How you are being such a good boy, treating me so nicely for your first time?” Light bit his lip and shut his eyes. L’s words were hitting him like a freight train, poking and prodding at every one of his weak points, “No, not that. You want to hear that I think you are gorgeous, don’t you?” Eyes widening, Light looked up and L who was smiling. He had him in the palm of his hand, “I am so lucky to be with you. The fact that I get to be with some so beautiful, so smart, so godly... ” He slicked Light’s cock up, slowly stroking him, but the assault of L’s words was so torturous and so painfully good, “I don’t see myself ever wanting to worship anyone other than you, Light Yagami. I don’t believe in absolutes, but I still hope I have damned myself to an entirety of praising you,”

“L…”

L hovered over him, teasing the tip of his cock with his slick entrance, “And I am lucky-- Light I am so fucking lucky-- that I get to be the one to share this with you,” He snuck down lower onto his cock, almost fully seated. Light had tears in his eyes, so overwhelmed with pleasure and praise, he was going to fall apart, “I am so lucky to also be able to devote a part of myself to you too,”

Holding onto Light’s shoulder’s, L began to move slowly, savoring the feeling. Light’s hands made their way their way to his hips, as he sat up. L, however, wasted no time to push him back down, pinning his hands above his head. He gave him a brief kiss before moving to assault his neck, biting and kissing more tender bruises on his skin. Light bit down on his lip, his vision blurring and all the air left his lungs and L continued to ride him.

Light had dreamt of floating before, walking high above everyone else. Enacting justice, using the Death Note, being a divine figure in a new age. If being Kira was floating, then L’s lips on his, his praises dripping over him like nectar, hands all over him, being L’s … There is no other way to describe that then flying. He was high above cloud 9, his stomach turning over from excitement and fear and pleasure. It was all too much and not enough, but Light knew that he never wanted to be rid of this feeling ever again.

“More, L, I need more, fuck you’re so tight, please...” Light pushed against the restraints of L’s hands, and L relented. He lifted himself off of the bed and steady his hands once again on L’s hips. Gripping them tightly, he began fucking into him, slowly but noticeably picking up the pace with every thrust. L whined, the sound coming from him was broken and thoroughly wrecked. He shoved two fingers in his mouth, stifling the noises coming from him to low moans. Light’s eyes flashed red and he grabbed his wrist, tearing the fingers from his mouth, “No. Fuck you. You’re gonna make me hear you, got it?”

L’s eyes flashed with an emotion Light could not place, before smirking playful, “Light sure is demanding,” He looked down at his wrist, a tight lock had been placed on it by Light’s strong hands, “And rough. Hmm… Your Kira percentage has gone up by 5%,”

They knew. They both knew. And unless L was privy to mathematical impossibilities when calculating the likelihood of mass murderers, L was merely saying this to get a rise out of him. And a rise out of him he will.

In a blur of fury and an impressive display of strength, Light lifted L off of his lap and onto his back. Without warning, Light pushed his cock into L’s tight hole, ramming into him roughly, “Oh, has it now, Detective?” Light taunted. He copied L’s same motion from earlier, pressing his wrist’s against the bed and biting L’s neck. “Tell me, do you make a habit of getting fucked by your top murder suspects in a case?”

“I- Fuck … Light…” L bit his lip. Light growled at the action, and used his thumb to pull the lips from his teeth, and shoved his tongue into L’s mouth, wanting to taste the sweetness of him once again.

“Is that why you’re the number one detective in the world, L? Sorry, top 3 detectives in the world. Just let your criminals rail you until you get a confession out of them?”

L shook his head, “No, of course not, y-you’re the exception,”

“Oh, I am the exception?” Light ran his hands through L’s black hair, the man panting heavily at the tantalizingly slow thrusts as well as the indecencies dripping from Light’s mouth, “Or maybe you just like the idea of being at the mercy of Kira , huh?” L eyes widened and he moaned softly, closing his eyes. If praise was Light’s undoing, then degradation was going to be L’s, “That’s what it is, isn’t it?” Light bit his lip, a wicked smile growing on his lips. He sped up his thrusts and teased the tip of L’s cock with his thumb, “I am starting to think that your notions of me being Kira are just wishful thinking. You like the idea of submitting to Kira? Being at his will?” L began babbling incoherently, begging mixed with whines and submissive moans that he did not think was possible from the stoic detective (the same one who held Light in the palm of his hand not a few minutes ago). And when Light’s keen ears picked up “Kira” being among the pleas, something primal in him snapped. He drove his cock as far as he could push it into L’s, stroking his cock and teasing his head, “God, you act like you’re above everyone else, but you’re just like everyone else who worships Kira. Only exception is, I may just revere you back,”

“Light, God, please, don’t stop, please,” Light was sure if he meant to call him God or not, but that small amount of praise went straight to his cock. L was raking his fingernails over his own figure, tiny spasms going throughout his body, he was obviously close and Light was not too far behind.

“I bet he fucking turns you on. Kira. The only mind to match yours, engaging in your cat-and-mouse game, never wanting it to end. Not even caring that he is a mass murderer. No wonder you want me to be him so badly.”

L dragged his nail’s down Light’s back “Please, please, Kira,”

“Don’t mind violating some human rights for Kira’s cock, do you? No, the rules never applied to us did they,” He punctuated his words with two harsh thrusts, making L see stars, “You may have my virginity, but I still have the bigger body count,”

Snapping his hips into L, he groaned and could barely keep himself upright. He was exhausted, his muscles sore, but he was so, so close. Light whined, and grunted, L moaned as Light’s strokes matched his thrusts.

“Fuck, I am so close, Kira,” L sat himself up, and Light adjusted the angle of his trusts, He grabbed a fistful of perfect brown hair and pulled Light in for a bruising kiss. He grabbed his free hand with Light’s lacing their fingers, squeezing almost painfully hard.

Light noticed there were pinpricks of tears in his eyes as they made eye contact. L pressed their foreheads together as his breath became even more ragged and unstable.

“Say my name,”

“What?”

Light gripped his hand even tighter, “When you come, say my name, please, I want to hear it, please,”

L grabbed the back of Light’s neck, gasping and shouting, “Light, Light, Light, fuck, Light,” L gasped and repeated his name like a prayer as he came onto his stomach and Light’s hand. “Don’t stop fucking me Light, I want you to finish,” L told him.

“Wasn’t planning on it. Fuck, L,” L gently pressed a hand to his chest, causing Light to pause his motions briefly. L climbed into his lap, and met his quick thrusts with ease.

“Finish inside me, give me everything you got,”

“L,” The man rode him with everything that he had. Light felt as though he had died and gone to heaven.

“C’mon Light, you are doing so well, so good.” He pulled Light’s hair, gripping his waves tightly. “You’re being such a good boy, making me feel so good,”

“L,”

L muttered into his ear, nipping it slightly, “Everything you do is perfect, just like you,” and Light was a goner. Vision blurring, he came with a cry of L’s name, running his nails down L’s back.

Both of their chests were pounding, their sweaty foreheads pressed against one another. Light looked into L’s eyes, amber meeting smoky grey, and lifted a hand to his cheek, tenderly kissing the man. The kiss was chaste, and quick, but it wasn’t about that. They kissed because they wanted to, both of them.

L pulled himself off of Light, going to the bathroom to wipe both of them down with a damp towel.

“We should shower,” Light suggested, turning to L, one armed draped over him.

“Shower?”

“Yeah,”

“That seems reasonable,” He nodded, though neither of them made an effort to move.

Light traced L’s soft skin with the back of his fingers, moving over his swollen lips with his thumb, “You know I think you’re beautiful too, right?”

“Do you?”

“Yeah, I just forgot to say it,”

“Too busy calling me a Kira slut, huh?”

“Yeah,” Light laughed weakly at the joke, but there was something else looming in the air between them. A giant question mark hanging between them. They could continue their stalemate forever, but there will always be the other shoe waiting to drop.

“So, the Kira case is almost wrapped up,” L said, after a few minutes of silence, “I have a couple things lined up after this,”

Light nodded tightly, “Do you?”

“Yeah,” L brought his thumb up to his lips, “I have been sitting on this for a while but… I was wonder if you would like to join me,”

Light’s heart stopped at the words, “Join you? And do what?”

L shrugged the best he could, lying face to face with Light on the bed, “Join me. Solve cases. You are free to turn me down,”

Frowning, Light sat up, “Why are you offering? I thought you were perfectly fine being by yourself,”

L joined him sitting on the bed, and faced towards him, “Well, for one, I never really was alone. Watari goes where I go. Two, I thought I would invite because you have, well, kind of burned all your bridges here,” L and Light looked at the door and Soichiro's voice echoed angrily in his head, “Also I figured that we would make a good team. Your deductive skills and critical thinking are far beyond detectives that are double your age. Besides, you have certain… Qualities that I do not have that you could bring to the table, making you an invaluable asset,”

Light’s eyes widened at the implications of what L was suggesting. He searched for signs in L’s expression that this was a trick, another card he pulled just to get him behind bars. But in his eyes, all he found was genuine fondness.

“Can I have some time to think?” Light responded, scratching the side of his arm.

“Of course,” L took his hand in his, “But my offer won’t last forever,”

Light hummed, pressed his forehead against L’s, moving his hands to hold his waist. There were so many issues that needed to be resolved. The Kira case, the wrath of his father and the other task force members, not knowing if this offer was real or just another trick… His high hopes were a bit low. But for now, it is better for Light just to hold L, and keep him pacified.

#lawlight #death note #l lawliet #light yagami #death note fanfiction #dn #my writing #damn I am so nervous to post this #y'all have no idea #ahahahahahaa

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your top ten fav anime characters

Aight here we go I bet not hear shit. This list is SUPPOSE going from least-to-most favorite, but honestly I stopped ranking them before I even started. No.1 is no.1 though that's not up for dispute. Aight continue.

Liya's Top 10 Anime Characters

10. Bakugo Katsuki - My Hero Academia

- okay listen, I dont tall much abt Bakugo because honestly he's an annoying piece of shit. However, I understand why he's an annoying piece of shit. The amount of effort and psychology that's put into his character is fucking amazing, one of the best I've seen in a while. I think Bakugo has the potential to have an amazing redemption arc for all the shit he's done to Midoriya, if done right. Of course erasing asshole-ery isn't gonna happen in one night, but if he's willing to try, I think Bakugo could do it.

9. Yusaku Fujiki - Yu-Gi-Oh! VRAINS

- now Yusaku is right here bc I honestly don't know much about it. I've been meaning to watch the series, but i've only gotten as far as ep. 10. But he gives me major Yusei vibes and I'm excited to see what the creators have and are going to do with him, because unlike his predecessors, his backstory seems much more dark and tragic. Why he's a favorite? Well I mean shit it's the first time I liked an anime character that's actually MY AGE so yeah 😚

8. Kirishima Eijirou - My Hero Academia

- at this point ranking doesnt mean shit so stfu. I love kirishima. He's one of VERY FEW positive male representations in anime that I've seen. And I sincerely hope Horikoshi gives him the screentime and glow up he deserves because this can be a huge turning point in how boys see how they are represented in the mainstream media. With how popular MHA is rn, Kirishima could easily dismantle many toxic masculinity stereotypes set up by western media if given the space and opportunity for it.

7. Taichi Yagami - Digimon Adventures tri

- reason why I chose Digimon Adventures tri. specifically is because 1) they're aged up in this part of the series, and 2) the turmoil that Tai goes through reflects a lot of my own inner turmoil when it comes to making decisions i know will effect everyone. Throughout this part of the series Tai struggles with how to deal with the invasion of Digimon since, even though the Digi-Destined are back to being "regular kids" they're titles were never throughly undone. And with him being the designated leader of the group, all eyes go to him for answers. He's not the same kid who has the fire in his eyes and the certainty of his actions - he's thinking of how everyone - the entire world - will be affected by his actions. It's a scary concept being put on a 17 year old, one that I struggle with a lot in my time, so I always relate heavily to Tai in this part of his journey.

5. Spike Spiegal - Cowboy Bebop

- let me tell you about this piece of shit right here 😡 We have a love hate relationship going on here. I love him to death and feel sympathy for what he's been through but if he would just SHUT THE FUCK UP everything would be cool. But nooooo he has to have a smart ass mouth. Wish I could just pop that mf in it 🙄 but yes I love Spike and his moss for hair havin ass.

4. Korra - The Legend of Korra

- Yes I know its not an anime but stfu. I can't tell you how excited I was that a show with a woman of color protagonist was coming to Nickelodeon. Korra definitely helped me with a lot of my confidence issues and how I see myself as a woman. She taught me it's okay to be strong, but it's also okay to let yourself be vulnerable. It's okay to love and lose and you can still rise from the ashes of it. And most importantly, it's okay to not know what you like in terms of dating, it's okay to explore your sexuality and feel comfortable in your skin. If I didnt have Korra in my childhood, I dont know where I'd be at right now, honestly.

3. Aang - Avatar: The Last Airbender

- AGAIN I KNOW ITS NOT AN ANIME STFU. Aang is another comfort character for me in how he's so skilled in de-escalation and evasive maneuvers. He's practically one with the wind, which is kind of what I aspire to be in life. He's a natural born peacemaker and childish at heart, which are two qualities i see in myself as well. Okay, and he's cute as fuck like, him babie 🥺🥺🥺

2. Shinsou Hitoshi - My Hero Academia

- I'm sure yall are surprised why he's not no. 1, but I shall explain. Don't get me wrong, I LOVE shinsou. I've never met a character I could relate to so much in this day and age. And the way I kin this man is honestly unbelievable. We share a lot of similarities, one of them being how people don't necessarily believe in the things we can do if we put our minds to it. Shinsou is such a comfort character and I love him to bits, and the only reason he's no. 2 is because of my all-time husband since I was little.

1. Yusei Fudo - Yu-Gi-Oh! 5DS

- listen, I kin this man way to hard. It's almost as if we share the same soul. Like- ofc when I was watching it as a kid I was more focused on the physical appeal bc he do be fine asf 😩😩 but rewatching the series now that I'm older, I definitely see why I kin Yusei. He's quiet but has this kind of "don't fuck with my family" aura. He's gentle but isnt afraid to get his hands dirty when it comes to those he loves. He's got a heart of gold and honestly i wouldn't see anyone else at no. 1.

#liya talks #shitpost #top 10 anime characters #yugioh 5ds #yugioh vrains #digimon tri #my hero academia #boku no hero academia #cowboy bebop #avatar the last airbender #the legeng of korra

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Matsuda’s Gift Exchange

From: @s-w-o-l-o

To: @memekami

Prompt: Matsuda organizing a gift exchange 

Word count: 1982 

“No.”

Touta Matsuda blinked. “What?”

Shuichi Aizawa’s eyes never left his monitor. “You heard me, Matsuda.” 

Matusda frowned. Not surprised, but I didn’t expect such a short response. 

“Come onnn, Aizawa, this can raise the morale of the team!” 

“No.” Aizawa’s perpetually stern expression was unchanged. 

“It’s festive.”

Aizawa frowned. “Since when do you celebrate Christmas?” 

Matsuda shrugged his shoulders. “Since I saw online this thing the American’s call…dirty Santa?”

Aizawa’s typing stopped. “Is this a porn thing?”

Matsuda’s face reddened. “N-no! It’s a gift exchange. 

Aizawa paused what he was doing to finally give Matsuda a sideways glance. “What kind of gifts?”

Matsuda gave another hapless shrug. “Anything really! It’s really fun, everyone gets a gift, then we sit around and each chooses one randomly.”

Aizawa exhaled slowly. “I’ve barely got the time or money to buy my kids gifts, much less one for you guys.” 

“It’s nothing big! Maybe two to four hundred yen?” 

Aizawa frowned. “You really want to do this? Why?”

Matsuda let out a sigh, leaning back to his chair. “I don’t know sir…We’ve all just been working our asses off. More So lately than in the last five years, and…” He leaned forward and dropped his voice to a whisper, though they were the only two in the room. “The team needs this after what happened to the Chief.” 

Silence fell between the two as suddenly they tried everything in their power to avoid eye contact. It had only been a handful of weeks since Soichiro Yagami’s sudden passing following the team’s raid on the hideout of the terrorist only known as “Mello” and his allies from the American mafia. Father of fellow member Light Yagami, Soichiro commanded the respect of his subordinates- not only respect for his position but also for his character. The man had embodied honor, and his absence was felt heavily by the whole team. 

Aizawa shook his head. “Look…” He turned to Matsuda. “If you can get everyone- everyone- on board with this, and you set up a place and time.” He couldn’t believe he was saying this. “Then I’ll agree to this gift exchange of yours.” 

Matsuda was stunned. “Thank you sir!” He moved to hug Aizawa but was hastily pushed back into his chair. “Glad to see you’re feeling the Christmas spirit!” Matsuda gave him a wink. 

Aizawa tried to fight his grinning, jamming a thumb towards the door. “Its getting late, get home, you moron.” 

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With glee Matsuda closed before him. Aizawa was always going to be the most difficult to convince. With him on my side, the others should go along easily! As if by fate, at the end of the hall Matsuda spotted his colleagues Hideki Ide and Kanzo Mogi, chatting with each other. 

“Ide! Mogi!” Matsuda shouted, sprinting down the hallway, waving the two down. He could already tell Ide had a disgusted look on his face, while Mogi stared with the same unreadable expression as always. 

“Stop running in the halls, Matsuda, we’ve been over this.” Ide chided. “The floor below us is going to complain again.” 

“Sorry! I just had to talk to both of you before you went home.”

Ide grimaced. “What is it?” 

Matsuda gulped. Ide was never one to hide his distaste for him- even all the way back to five years ago when they first started working together, and since Ide had rejoined the investigation…nothing much had changed. Observing the man’s already annoyed expression, Matsuda knew he was already on the losing end of the ensuing discussion. Taking a deep breath, he began his pitch with renewed confidence. 

“We’ve been through alot these last few months, wouldn’t you two agree?” Ide and Mogi gave each other confused sideways glances, and nodded slowly. 

“I was just talking with Aizawa, and I thought it was a great idea for us to have a gift exchange!”

Ide raised an eyebrow. “A what exchange?” 

“A gift exchange! For Christmas!”

Ide put a hand over his face. “Ridiculous…” He halfway muttered. 

Matsuda pursed his lips. “Aizawa thought it was a good idea-”

“He probably said that to appease you,” Ide’s hand slipped away to reveal disappointed features. “We don’t have the time.” “The time? We’ve been chasing Kira for five years! A night to ourselves wouldn’t hurt!” 

Ide gritted his teeth. “It’s pointless!”

“It’s not!” Matsuda gave Mogi and imploring look. For once, the giant seemed flustered, looking back and forth between the glaring Ide and Matsuda. Finally, he raised a hand to speak. 

“It’s a nice gesture, Matsuda, but Ide’s right. With the chief gone, the work has increased for all of us, and with Mello now to contend with, every night must be devoted in finding him.” Mogi spoke with a calmness, and Matsuda could tell from his eyes that he was speaking truthfully, and not just to brush him off. 

Matsuda stared sadly at his feet. “I guess you’re right..” He put a hand in his pocket and crossed his fingers tightly. Mogi gave Ide a disapproving look and an elbow jab in the ribs. Ide cursed him under his breath and looked back to Matsuda. 

“Hey, stop moping.” Ide drew a deep breath. “What would this gift exchange entail?” 

Matsuda beamed. “We would each draw a name, get a small gift we think that person would like, and then get all together at a restaurant or someone’s home to exchange!” He looked earnestly at both of them. 

Mogi looked to Ide. “It’s harmless, really.”

Ide opened his mouth to object but received another glare from Mogi. From the disapproval of him and the eagerness of Matsuda, Ide finally caved. Rubbing his temples, he simply gave a slow nod.

“Yes!” Matsuda took them both by surprise by wrapping an arm about both and embracing the two. “You’ve made my day.”

“What’s this?” The three froze in place at the voice of none other than Light Yagami coming from behind them. Ide practically threw Matsuda to the floor trying to get him off as the three tried to regain their composure in Light’s presence. 

“N-nothing!” Ide’s voice cracked. He and Mogi gave each other a nervous glance. Any interaction with Light outside of official investigation work was a rarity, and even after five years the team truly never knew how to react to his presence. Light for his part gave the same smile he ever did. Matsuda always thought Light’s smile, though it looked friendly, always had a certain chilling nature about it. Despite his smile, his eyes were always intense- he almost looked to be dissecting any person he looked upon.

“Hey Mogi,” Ide gave him a quick pat on the back. “Thanks for the offer to drive me home!” He gave a completely unsubtle head to the stairway exiting the hall and Mogi was quick to pick up on his hints.

“Of course! You’re very welcome.” Mogi gave an unconvincing performance. The two gave their goodbyes and quickly departed, leaving Matsuda alone with Light. The latter turned and gave Matuda that same lifeless look he had given his subordinate a thousand times before. He stayed quiet, almost daring Matsuda to speak first. 

“Ah…Light, what luck.” Matsuda played with his hands. “I was just hoping I’d run into you before you went home.”

Light’s smile endured. “Yes, Matsuda? I haven’t long, so make it brief.”

Matsuda’s words fumbled. “I was talking it over with the others, and I had an idea for a team building- yes! A team building activity!” 

Light cocked his head. “What would this activity be?” 

“A gift exchange! I saw online how the Americans do it! We still have time before Christmas!”

Light blinked. “What?” 

“I think the Americans call it dirty Santa…or White Christmas…or…something with an elephant?” Matsuda’s mind was starting to wander. 

“Stop, stop.” Light raised a hand. “A gift exchange? Why would we partake in such a thing?” 

“Well you see, I know the whole team has been down since…” Matsuda took a deep breath. “Since your father’s passing. I believe something like this can-”

“Stop.” Light didn’t have to raise a hand this time, as Matsuda choked on his last words. “Who has expressed any such feeling since his death?”

Matsuda raised an eyebrow. How could he talk so nonchalant about his own dead father?

“No one, Light, I just have a knack for feeling this sort of thing. I think we would all enjoy a little distraction from everything that’s been going on, and I know your father would want us to-.”

“Now I want you to just stop talking entirely.” Straighten his tie. “I find it offensive that you dare to even assume what my father would want when you barely knew the man, and then you try to explain to me, his son, how he would feel.” Matsuda felt dead inside, but he knew Light had only just begun. “You also insult my father by implying he would condone this frivolous garbage, and not only is it pointless, but it distracts from our goal.” He seemed to loom over Matsuda as he spoke these next words. “Now, if you want to spend all of your time planning ridiculous social events, I can easily have you transferred to a more…blithe department.” 

Kira, kill me now. Just so I wouldn’t have to be here any longer. Matsuda gave a weak nod.

“My apologies, Light, I spoke out of turn and without regard. I won’t let such distractions interfere with my work again.” 

Light placed a hand on his shoulder. The grip was harder than Light was letting on. “Thank you, Matsuda, I’m glad you understand.” After an eternity, he released his hand. “Now if you excuse me, I must be heading home.” 

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Days later, Matsuda’s mood hadn’t improved in the slightest. He avoided Light as much as he could, and even the other three sensed that something had gone down between the two. Where Matsuda would usually hang around the investigation headquarters to chat with the team, now he was leaving as quickly as possible. All to avoid another unpleasant encounter with Light. 

A week after the confrontation, Matsuda noted that Aizawa and the others had packed their things and had left before him.

Weird. 

As he made his way onto the parking lot, in the ebbing sunlight he spotted three figures huddled around his convertible. He quickly realized as he drew closer that it was Aizawa, Mogi, and Ide. 

“You guys…?” 

Aizawa turned to him. “Matsuda!” He raised out a hand, clutching a small, wrapped box. 

Matsuda’s eyes widened as he realized what he held, and he noticed that the others held identical gifts as well. 

Aizawa noticed his confused glances. “We thought about it, and we decided your idea was a good one after all.”

“But Light-”

“What Light doesn’t know won’t hurt him.” Mogi spoke.

Ide sighed. “Now do you have your gift or not? Our reservations are in half an hour.”

Matsuda couldn’t believe it. “Reservations!?”

Aizawa smiled. “Yeah, Mogi here got us a table at that fancy ramen place, Ichiraku.”

“That’s incredible!” Matsuda was beaming. “My gift has been in the car for weeks, I was actually going to throw it out tonight.”

“Well, good thing you didn’t!” Aizawa laughed. “Now, you’re driving.”

“Ah hell, Matsuda is a terrible driver!” Ide complained. 

“Stop complaining and get in, Ide,” Mogi gave him a slap on the back of neck.

“Thanks for this guys” Matsuda said as he got into the car. “I really…” Aizawa noticed the heaviness that overcame him.

“Don’t sweat it, Matsuda, just drive. I’m starving!”

Matsuda smiled. Soon the four were on their way “Hey guys! I almost forgot, I burned a CD of some Christmas music. There’s a really good one on here, its called…What I want- No! All I want for Christmas!”

#submission