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themotherofblood · 11 months

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Prologue . 2 | RIVER OF FIRE | The Heir | D.T x READER x R.T

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tw: child birth, death.

a/n: thank you to @inlovewithhisblueeyes for beta reading this!!

~ will we ever learn, we’ve been here before. it’s just what we know ~

“I refuse, I refuse to have a child, ever. No lord husbands nor knights shall put a babe in me. She is gone, just as my mother did. Septa Marlow went on about what a joyous thing it was to be with child. She is a septa, what the hell does she know about having a child? What joy! death by childbirth. Though I suppose Viserys had his son for mere moments, Rhaenyra is torn. Asleep in my bed after Maester Mellos gave her tea with Nightshade. I sang to her, the very song Aemma did to me. She is gone, I just don’t believe it yet.

“If I give you this, you promise you’ll win?” you raised your hand to show Daemon the crown you were weaving. Made of blue crystal hibiscuses, mint leaves and gold threads. Already dressed in yet another blue gown and hair braided into a neat crown to match Rhaenyra; you sat making your favours instead of worrying for Aemma. You and Rhaenyra wanted to be with her, but it wasn’t proper nor was it a comely place for young girls to be.

Instead Viserys had Daemon steer away the two of you to make your favours for the Heir’s tourney, he had been particularly worried. Now with a boy likely on the way, Daemon would have to find another damned position at court to remain at King’s Landing rather than return to his lady wife in the Vale. So sitting here with young - impressionable princesses and watching them prattle on about fabrics and knights at court was a far better outcome than Daemon had hoped for. “Is that a deal you wish to make? A victory for a crown of- blue flowers?” he folded his legs together to sit on the carpet with you. Watching as your fingers worked the threads to lace the crown together. “What if I had hoped for another lady’s favour?”

You looked at him, offended and lips parted as you clutched your crown. “I- should have you-“ your frown deepened “I have made this, by hand, with my gold threads. From Lys!” you said, jutting out word after word “it has blue hibiscuses, not roses like all the other ladies you wish to woo have,” Daemon raised his palms in surrender, already feeling the warmth of aggravation bubbling from being barred from visiting Aemma before her labours began.

“You get the champion's purse, you help me buy a dagger,” you lowered your voice to relay your plan of sheer mastery to Daemon.

“What use do you have for a dagger,” he whispered back, equal parts amused and confused. He couldn’t picture something so small and dear wielding a blade - to what? Use as decoration? “am I to be an accomplice for homicide- princess I am the Lord Commander of the City Watch,”

“And you are Daemon, perhaps it is you I shall stab first,” you scowled at him once more before pulling yourself up to answer the knock at your door.

Rhaenyra returned from her chambers, dressed in a red gown and hair done like yours with her favour of red calla lilies, “Why is she scowling?” Rhaenyra asked her uncle, fully aware that Daemon might have found another quirk to tease out of you. Nyra, having been the witness of many such rage-fuelled rants, looked at you confused as you stood with your hands on your hips and cheeks full.

“She plans a homicide, niece,” Daemon coughed to hold in his chuckle. The twitch in your eye made him highly aware of the many objects to your reach that you could hurl at him. “Who is your victim, sweetling? Marsha Tarly?”

“What-?” Rhaenyra looks between her uncle and you, she wouldn’t put you in the category of homicidal people but she wouldn’t put it past your defensive nature.

“I just want a dagger, and now I’m being framed a murder by your- sweet uncle,” you hurled your doll at Daemon. “You should worry about winning the tourney first? We have a deal?” you motioned to the doors of your bedchamber. Daemon chuckled one more, placing the doll on his lap on the chaise before taking his leave.

“Is it so odd that a girl must want a dagger?” you turned to Rhaenyra, exasperated at Daemon's teasing, “merely want one, that’s all.” Your lips pouted as you reached up to kiss Rhaenyra on the lips. A quick peck that she entertained and returned.

“How are you, truly?” you asked her, the goosebumps of anxiety still littering her skin as she worried for her mother.

“It will be Visenya, I know it.” she replied, pulling you down to sit with her on the chaise. Her blonde brows furrowed to a line and you wished to soothe away whatever discomfort she was feeling. . Albeit, she would never show it on her face. You embrace her tightly and let your head rest in the crook on her neck. The only way you could show her that you would be here, you would be with her always.

“Should we head to the tourney grounds? Let your people set their eyes upon the Realm’s Delight?” you kissed her cheek as she blushed, and swatted your shoulder at the mention of her title. You knew she loved it even if she pretended not to.

“We should give you a title too,” Rhaenyra said as she pulled you up, “Oh let’s see, how about….Pain In My Arse.” She giggled as she watched your curious smile turn to yet another scowl before you shoved her back.

“Rhaenyra,” you whined, sensing as if she had joined in her uncle’s torment of you, “Must you poke me too?”

“Ah, forgive me duck,” she held your face to press a kiss on your nose before dragging you out of your bedchambers.

The festivities had already begun as the muffled announcements of Viserys echoed from the balcony. The two of you hiked your skirts up and sprinted to race to make it to your seats first. Rhaenyra kissed her father’s cheek as you smiled at him before taking your seats. Plenty of nobles filled every seat in the Game Grounds, all the houses you were forced to remember with their sigils and words. Baratheons fought Tarlys while low-born knights fought nobility with one in particular standing out, Ser Criston Cole.

The man, unhorsing man after man as his opponents tested his mettle. Rhaenyra looked curious for this could be another knight for the two to fawn over. You had situated yourself in between and Alicent as you chatted about courtly gossip yet again. Men fought and fell and all you could think of were the poor horses being harmed by the jousting. You would rather they participate in a Contest of Arms.

The knights lined up once more to present themselves on the whims of the Prince of the City. Daemon rode in on his black stallion that Rhaenyra had named Alastor for him for he was tall and dark. Had he not been so particularly annoying at times, your childish heart might have fluttered at the thought of him. However, he was far from the gentile knights in your books, a knight surely - aye, an arrogant but pretty one.

“The Prince cannot be allowed to act with such unchecked impunity,”

Impunity my arse

The Maester had timed Aemma’s labours perfectly to the week of the Heir’s Tourney. Daemon worried for his good sister though the fallout of mourning he couldn't handle. He had occasionally wondered if he were to have another dead niece or nephew that he would help name and bury. Then Otto Cunttower found his perfect opportunity to yet again wedge himself between the brothers.Daemon pitied Visery forhe could stare at the blasted throne for hours and still not find the shred of tolerance Viserys had for the Hand’s nonsense.

He was sure to put Otto’s impunity in check by planning to have the cunt’s own son tossed from his horse, talk about my impunity then.

That and he had truly hoped to win the champion’s purse for Mysaria even though he made a fruitless bet that he regretted, for you the small princess that begged him for a dagger. Therein lay the truth, you wouldn’t stab Marsha Tarly of two and twenty, but your eyes may still try to bore daggers into the dim witted girl’s head.

As he rode to the Painted Bird to visit Mysaria, he mind did wander to daggers that would be appropriate for you and perhaps even is niece. . Could a fucking swordsmith even weld pompels of delicate flowers and kittens? His head toiled on such things as he drank some more. Having won multiple of his brother’s tourney before, a match would be of little challenge. The blood and violence sang to his animalistic desires as he entered the brothel full of gold cloaks.

“The Prince has arrived!” Tarbyk? - Torbk exclaimed, buried deep in a common whore of brown hair. Daemon looked for Mysaria with a smirk on his face.

“Ready to prepare for yet another victory, my prince,” she kissed his neck, offering him a cup of ale, “shall we drink! For the Heir’s Tourney!”

Another round of hoots and hollers followed as Daemon revelled in the disarray of it all, the smell of cunt, ale and incense upon the thick day air in the house. Mysaria settled herself on his lap,preening through and through. Mostly Daemon admired her swan-like neck, spending hours just marking her up with his lips and suckling away at the sweet almond oil rubbed on her skin.

“Do you truly wish to make your Bronze Bitch, Queen?” Mysaria whispered as she nipped at his lobe.

“Should I have you be my queen instead,” he wryly asked, his purple eyes fixated on her brown ones.

She cackled, full bellied before burying her head in his shoulder “I’d rather be gelded my prince,”

Daemon’s eyes held a yearning sense of mischief, unable to sexually satisfy himself let alone his gorgeous paramour in white. He planned to make a present of unyielding peaks tonight to her, fucking away the truth that come morrow he would yet again have to fight for his place to remain at court, by his brother, in his home and with his family.

As he arrived at the Tourney grounds, the smell of victory and coppery blood already lingered in the heir. His prized stallion Alastor awaited another pleasant win for he was to remain uncontested at the jousting fields. You are a dragon, you are fire. He closed his eyes, whispering the words his mother once said to him before pushing his reins to ride forth as the Game Master announced his titles.

Shrill screams of women and based shouts of men echoed, muffled under Daemon's helmet as a knowing smirk crept up onto his lip, this was home, this was his kingdom. A place where he was far better than his brother, he looked to the balcony where his brother sat, proud and crowned. Heir’s Tourney, he was sure to give the people of King’s Landing a spectacle to remember.

Daemon trotted down the line up of knights, Baratheon, Tully, Stark, Mooton, Serret, Hightower- Hightower. He pointed his lance at Gywane Hightower, wishing it was Otto’s head instead as he picked his opponent. The Game Master yet again announced his choice as both men rode for the balconies, what he expected was to have his lance decorated in the blue crown you made.

The girls all huddled to the iron bar, leaning down to look at the knights, unaware which one was to give their favour to who. Though appeared prepared as you walked to position yourself in front of Daemon. The deal you had struck with him seemed to have been taken very seriously by you. The Hightower born instead opened his mouth as he called for you.

“I would humbly ask for the favour of the Princess of Dorne,” he projected, the tip of his lance resting by where you stood.

Why this cunt-

He would lose, you knew it, Rhaenyra knew it and Daemon knew it. Your straightened shoulders slumped in defeat but the polite smile on your face never faded as you slid the crown down his lance. “I wish good fortune to you, Ser Gywane,” you said, looking at Daemon apprehensively.

Though he knew the sweet thing you were, you’d never ask him to lose, though win or lose. It wouldn’t matter for your wish of a dagger would be diffused regardless. Daemon rebuttals with the only other thing he could as he looks to Alicent peeling away at her fingers.

“Now…” he trotted forward to where Alicent stood. “I’m fairly certain I could win these games Lady Alicent. Your favour would all but assure it” strike of gold as the young lady turned to look at her father before flinging down her favour at Daemon. Who knew he would get to maim Gywane Hightower with his own sister’s blessing. “I shall keep my promise,” he said to you before viciously eyeing the blue crystal- blue flowers upon Hightower’s jousting pole.

Daemon thereafter rode to his end of line, he stretched out his neck one and then twice, you are fire, he looked to his side, crowd murmuring in anticipation, the ladies enthusiastically leaning over the bars. Daemon took another breath before nudging Alastor to attention and charging forward. He tested the green knight once, feeling the jousting pole gash against his armour as he traced the other end.

Daemon quickly drifted around, reaching for another pole before charging yet again, come to me motherfucker, his dirty trick of aiming for the horse’s legs sent Gywane Hightower landing on his face. Dirt covered and no doubt bleeding, a broken nose mayhaps?

He looked up to the stands once more, seeing the disdained glare decorate Otto Hightower’s face. Satiating Daemon’s monstrous hunger as he trotted away to prepare for the next round.

You looked away, the second you heard the horse screech and topple over, poor thing. Alicent silently gasped, watching her brother fall over as both you and Rhaenyra grabbed one hand each to comfort her. She had bitten away at her skin with blood pooling around her fingers, you couldn’t watch either being sure that you’d grow sick from hearing another horse cry.

“Come with me,” you whispered in her ear, pulling her up with you as you exited the stand while rubbing your belly to soothe it. You both ventured to the Godswood instead, Ser Darklyn followed at your heel until you sat with Alicent under the Weirwood tree.

“I’m sorry about your brother,” you gave her a sympathetic smile “only the gods will know what joy men find in these cruel games.”

“He will be fine, I think.” Alicent mindlessly traced her fingers on the lace of her light blue dress. “We match today,” she pointed out.

You looked at your dress and then hers “I suppose we do, blue is a wonderous colour.”

“You are to have your hems dropped soon, any chances of your dressing turning mustard?” she asked with a knowing look to her eye, a question you had been asked multiple times before.

“Maybe..?” you groaned before laying against a section between the roots “if I visit Dorne for the Voyage Day festivities, I am sure my brother would send me home with a crate of mustard and orange dresses.”

You, in a childish rage, had sworn off the mustard the moment you arrived on the Blackwater shores as ward, when Aemma took to acquiring things for you to appeal to your spirits. You had all your mustard gowns donated for shades of blue, the ones that reminded you of the beaches at Old Palace. There even is a galant vessel named after you, docked at the Blackwater ports in Dragonstone. She sails on every one of your name days, though the Blackwater is far too murky to swim unlike The Sunset Sea.

“You ought to stop doing that, you won’t have fingers anymore,” you gestured at her fingers as she shyly hid away.

“I can’t seem to stop…” Alicent mumbled, averting her eyes elsewhere.

“Maybe twirl you twist your rings instead?” you suggested, they often worked to soothe the anxiety in your chest whenever you visited court or in this case had to sit through brutal games. She nodded, looking at her own rings. You both thereafter sat in silence, it was comforting, it was home as your companionship remained true even years after.

The muffled shouts from the Game Grounds still reached your ears as you basked in the sun, the slow wind lulling you to a slumber as you had risen far too early today for your liking, you could sleep all day if it were allowed. However today brought on a different exhaustion, in the back of your mind all you could think of Aemma labouring. Toiling if Rhaenyra, Alicent, Laena and you had decorated yet another crib to mourn a child. The egg that awaited this child at the nursery’s hearth, mayhaps it would have a rider.

“Did you know Lady Marband is hiding a belly?” Alicent spoke up after a while.

You giggled, nodding to agree. “Oberya told me, here I thought she was getting fat.”

“She is already fat,” Alicent sniggered as you giggled once more.

“She does look beautiful though, the motherhood glow I suppose,” you looked up at her “do you know who?”

“My pin money is on Lord Massey’s eldest,” she shrugged.

“No…no?” you laughed, unable to imagine a whore monger like him being wed, the stories of the women in his bedchamber was well known by every brick upon the Red Keep. “Are we sure it’s not the younger one?”

“Have you ever seen him not look purple whenever a lady speaks to him?” Alicent raised a brow making you giggle once more. “He nearly fainted when Rhaenyra spoke to him once.”

Rhaenyra sat within the merriments of the stands with her family, Laena now sitting next to her as they gushed about the games. Though every now and then a commoner or squire would wave at the young princess, to which she would politely smile back. Daemon had torn through the lot of the combatants, and as was expected. Having nearly slain two knights, and broken bones of many others as he kept up with his eccentric tricks on the field.

All of whom were left was him and Ser Criston Cole, this might have been one of the most exacting moments. Perhaps her dear uncle would finally meet his match.

“Ser Criston Cole will now tilt against Ser Daemon Targaryen, the Prince of the City.”

Ser Criston lifted his visor as he approached the stands, lifting his lance at Rhaenyra “I was hoping to ask for the Princess’s favour,” he huffed breathlessly.

Rhaenyra smirked at Daemon before obliging and slotting her favour down Criston’s lance “I wish you luck, Ser Criston.”

She was far to enthralled by the fighting as the men wasted away two jousting poles before Criston unhorsed Daemon, the fighting continued by hand and while she felt a sting of guilt for favouring against her uncle, it would be an amusing thing to witness Daemon Targaryen finally be bested.

The ruckus behind her was completely forgotten as first Otto Hightower left and then her father King Viserys. In her excitement, she cheered by the bars, clapping along and hooting with Laenor by her side. Blow after blow and still the tension was amiss to her. The Small Council dispersed after, following behind the whispers of the servants.

Aemma’s screams had long stopped echoing from Maegor’s Holdfast, merely an interchange of midwives carrying towels and basins of water. You had noticed the shuffling down the corridors first, the cheers from the games were still far too loud for the attendant to be filling the halls already. You frowned at Alicent before standing up, your curious mind begging you to follow.

“I shall return in a moment,” you told her with a confused expression covering your features, she nodded before you could leave.

As the servant girls began running up the stairs to the Holdfast, excitement grew in your belly. Perhaps the new babe was here, mayhaps a girl to add to your flock. Just as you turned the hallway, your eyes found servants with bloodied towels and sheets in their hands. Basins of pink water covered in pulp like mess, you froze, this was so much blood. It stained the cream of their tunics as they carried these sheets away in a hurry.

You would have rushed up the stairs to Aemma’s bedchambers, instead you were met with distraught Rhaenyra being pulled out of the stairway by Ser Westerling, he passed a knowing look to Ser Darklyn who was prepared to catch you from running up those stairs.

“Rhaenyra?” you questioned, you held onto her shoulder but she just kept sobbing.

“Princess perhaps you might resume to your chambers,” Ser Darklyn requested from behind you. You followed Rhaenyra all the way to your shared quarters.

“She is dead,” Rhaenyra cried in your arms as you hugged her on the divan, the tears that should have been coating your face too seemed to have disappeared entirely. You just held onto Rhaenyra, that’s all you could do. Alicent did all the consoling, cooing and talking Rhaenyra through her grief.

Your tongue felt heavy, you had known loss before but this was raw. You had seen her just last night, she laid a kiss upon your cheek before bed. She wasn’t your mother, but she was more, she was Aemma. You would have thought that Viserys would have come to visit but he never did, even as the glaring moon graced her skies.

The Archmaester himself brought along a tea with Nightshade to help Rhaenyra sleep, her crying found no end until the tea was coaxed into her. Rhaenys visited once, as you succumbed to a slight doze when she grazed her hand upon Rhaenyra’s head. You had awoken to her shushing you back to sleep and squeezing Alicent’s hand.

You awoke within the early hours of day, the servants filling out to light the candles, your own handmaiden along with Alicent and Rhaenyra’s awaited in the receiving chambers, in your bed chambers a black gown awaited you.

“Do I have to?” You looked to Sona, she softened her eyes, holding the gown up.

“It is proper, highness,” she shrugged.

You emerged from your bed chambers to the dining hall, though it was slowly being filled with food. Not a soul loomed in the room, you sat in your chair, frowning hard as you pulled your feet onto the chair. Finding no use of appropriate posture in an empty room.

“Princess,” Daemon snapped you out of your dazed thoughts.

“Daemon.” You acknowledged as your frown softened, you pushed your feet off the chair to resume a more ladylike stance. He too dressed in black.

“How do you feel?” he asked, his own voice hoarse from the games yesterday.

You hadn’t given much thought to how you felt, in truth you weren’t sure if the sensations with you even realized you had truly lost someone. “I- I don’t know.” You shook your head. “You?”

Daemon grunted rather than replying. It was only then it dawned you to ask the question.

“Is it a son?” you asked, unsure if this was an inappropriate time.

“Was a son,” he replied before looking away. Having not more of an answer to give to you. “Rhaenyra?”

“Asleep, Mellos gave her Nightshade,” you said as a matter of fact. Yet again silence graced the room as you tried to nibble away at some melons. A son, was a son. What was the point? Then you felt it, the harder you thought the bile began to rise to the back of your throat. You were sure your palms were growing hot.

“I know what I feel…” you whispered, making Daemon look at you. “Angry, I feel angry.” At two and ten, you lost yet another mother. All so a man would have an heir (heirs) your eyes watered in the rage you felt.

“I have to go help Rhaenyra dress.”

on ao3 : https://archiveofourown.org/works/47686021/chapters/120437398

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rizykim · 9 months

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Surprise | Jake Sim

Pairing: College!Jake × College!You

Summary: Jake finally gathered up the courage to confess his love to you in the most unexpected of way.

Warning: Fluff and a tad bit Angst (?)

Wordcount: 1K

Dedicated to a friend of mine <3

Note: Instead of 'Y/n' it'll be '___' for you enter your name and if you did enjoy please do leave a like and repost if you can,it would help alot!

C'mon, Jake, you can do this. Just say it and give her the flowers; it's not a big deal." Jake paced back and forth next to the long library table sitting beside the row of windows, a little above the table level, as the gloomy lights of the afternoon sky shone down through the transparent glass, landing on the nearby objects and Jake's nervous figure too. His hand went up to his lips, nibbling on the nails, while the other hand placed itself on his hip.

Ugh, why are you anxious? Pull yourself together, Jake; you can do this!" He tried to calm himself down with a few deep breaths but was interrupted by the sound of the library door opening.

'Oh no! That's her! What am I going to do? Wait, I have to just say it. Okay, calm down, Jake; just quickly say it. He talked to himself back and forth and tried to stay cool by leaning back on the table, waiting for ___ to show up. His heart was impatiently beating loudly against his chest with a weird feeling. His palms started to sweat, and he quickly wiped it off with his jeans. He adjusted his glasses once more and made sure his attire was well and neat before leaning back with his eyes glued to the regular path she takes to reach The reading area.

Jake and ___'s first encounter was As if it were from a Rom-com college mello drama. Six months ago, when ___ was trying to reach to take a book from a high shelf, she had to stand on a stool to grab it, but that height was also too short to reach the book. She stretched her arm as much as possible and stood on her toes, and finally, after a minute of struggle, she was able to get it, but all of a sudden, The leg of the stool broke and she fell backwards. Hugging The book close to her with her eyes shut,she waited for the hard impact to hit her, only to feel two people holding her up from behind. She opened her eyes slowly and looked back to see a guy with glasses holding her up from her waist. He brought her down and lightly chuckled, scratching his nape at the odd interaction. His eyes travelled to The Book in Her Hands, which was a book he had enjoyed reading so well that he was hoping to read it again that day until this happened. And that was how their love for books brought them together.

The moment she came into his view,he felt his heart beat even faster. He gulped when he saw the beautiful smile that she offered to him, which felt like an arrow to his heart, making him weaker over her and making him fall for her all over again. His mouth twitched hesitantly, but he managed to make a smile for her.

"Hey!" She said this, grinning, and kept her bag at the table next to him.

"Ey... Um, so have you finished your classes?" Jake asked, not knowing what to start with.

Yeah, the last two classes were cancelled, so I came back after seeing your text," She said, walking around and taking a seat,pulling out the recent book she was hooked up on.

"What about you?" She asked him, looking up at him.

"Same here," He briefly responded, breaking eye contact.

Kay, I hope you don't mind if I read here." She asked, lifting the book in her hands, and he replied positively.

The room was silent for a while. ___ was busy reading her book while Jake was trying to act busy when really he was having a mental debate about the best moment to say it. He was drowning in his thoughts until he heard the pattering sounds of rain. He glanced at the Windows beside them to see a light rain.

'Is this a sign? He questioned himself with a frown and thought to risk it.

"Um, sorry to bother you, but um, I have to ask to tell you..." He said this while looking her in the eyes.

Okay, sure,go ahead," She said, flipping her book upside down and turning to face him more.

Jake cleared his throat and hoped the best for what was about to come out of his mouth next.

"Uh, have you finished reading that book I handed you about two weeks ago?" He purred, pursing his lips.

"Um... Oh yeah, I did, but I gave it to my friend since she wanted to read it too. She told me this morning she finished it, so if you need it back, I can quickly grab it for you.

Oh, that would be great if you could please," He said, and ___ stood up, leaving the room as the creek of the front door signalled Jake.

Jake quickly got on his feet and started the work he had prepared for. He gave it all his effort and finished it,waiting for _____ to come back.

After a few minutes, he heard the door open, and he got ready to take position. He straightened his back and cleared his throat, hoping his voice wouldn't crack at that very moment. He stood behind the book shelf, of which the other side was the path ___ was coming in, and saw her entering with an amazed expression.

The place was littered with rose petals on the floor and other objects nearby. Scented candles were lit here and there, and a row of fairy lights hung across the big windows. ___ looked in awe at the sudden change of place as her heart fell in love with the simple yet pretty sight.

Right then, Jake stepped out, standing behind her,tapping on her shoulder once before kneeling on one knee and holding up the beautiful bouquet of red roses. A giddy smile over his lips as he glanced at her lovingly, to which she gasped with the book she brought back still in hand.

"I've been meaning to tell you this for a while now, but I just didn't have the courage to say it. I was afraid things would be moving too fast and wanted to take things slow, but seeing the way so many other guys were talking about how pretty you are and how they were planning to ask you out, it just made me jealous, and I worried that I might be too late." He forgot everything he had planned to say when he was going to confess and instead went with saying what his heart poured out: "There is no moment I fell for you because I fell for you every time I was with you. Your presence has brought me a lot of happiness through these past few months, and I wish to cherish it As long as I live. I honestly think we could have a long journey hand in hand." ___ stood there speechless at the things he was saying. She felt her heart blooming with so much happiness and excitement over seeing and hearing him.

"What I'm trying to say is,I love you, and I want us to be together." He finished off, expecting her to take the flowers and say yes,but instead she crouched down to his level and hugged him tight. Sobbing lightly into his shoulder, "Yes, I love you too, Jake," she said, and he felt relieved to know both share the same feelings.

He hugged her back and lifted her,twirling her in his embrace with joy. "Thank you, thank you so much. I love you so much." He said it with shimmery eyes. ___ giggled in his embrace,still being held up by her waist. She smiled at him as he did the same. For a brief moment, they looked down at each other's lips and went in. Both eyes closed as they exchanged a pure kiss.

The scenery was indeed an memory to have forever. The way they held each other in their arms sharing a blissful kiss while the romanticized room of roses and candle in the library emphasised their love while the outside was showered with rain that was visible from the windows above. It was trully,a beautiful moment.

And no worries Jake didn't light up the candle near any flammable materials XD

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asmilethatshines · 5 months

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100 Theme Challenge - Variation 1 - 20. Fortitude

Fortitude: courage in pain or adversity

Synonyms: bravery, courage, strength of mind

I stared at this definition for a very long time. And also avoided this challenge. I meant I could only think of "going to the battle and endure injury" to fit this definition. And there is no way I am able to draw USxUK Hetalia at the moment to fit the theme @@ So I kinda cheated again.

My picture is inspired by the fanfiction "Feeling" by @madmeridian from AO3 (link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/26368531). God dangggggg it I think I bookmark her entire library T_T I love every of her work and she tried every AUs possible for Meronia. Truly remarkable writer T_T Unfortunately I think she is inactive now *cries*

The fiction is based on Hanahaki disease. I quote directly from Google ok? Hanahaki is a fictional illness in which a person bearing an unrequited love coughs up flower petals until they die or their feelings are reciprocated. The disease can also be cured by a surgical procedure that removes the flowers, but this will result in them losing their feelings of affection and all memories of the person they loved.

So in this fiction Near starts coughing up snapdragon petals. I don't know the meaning of the flower but it seems to be the symbol for Mello according to the author. And Near chooses death over giving up his affection for Mello -> I take it as "fortitude" for my theme: the willing to face death to stay true to his emotion.

In my mind Mello's symbol flower fits best with "sunflower": wild and bright. But the idea of Near having and coughing a gigantic sunflower from his lung is just ... absurd and silly to draw. So I changed it to 'golden rose' - my favourite flower ^^"

Yay I overused the blood again xDD ever since I figure how to draw blood I enjoy it so much. I intentionally make Near face kinda "emotionless"? I meant he is coughing blood but he doesn't even cringe to show his strength of mind

#digital art #meronia #death note #hanahaki #mello x near #asmilethatshines #madmeridian

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circusgoth-dotcom · 9 months

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Say Yes To The Dress

Ship: Cola Bubbles x Ramona Flowers

Word Count: 670

Summary: In anticipation of my first dress purchase in 7(+) years, here's a fic about Ramona giving my s/i the exact same dress I ordered. :0)

Tag List: @canongf @futurewife @rexscanonwife

A warm summer breeze wafted through the open windows of Ramona’s duplex as she sorted through her expansive wardrobe. One of her current boyfriends, Cola, had come over to help with the task as well, and now returned to her room from getting a Mello Yello from her fridge.

“How’s it coming along, ‘Mona?” They asked, sipping on their soda.

“I don’t think we’re even halfway through,” she sighed as she compared two similar pairs of shorts.

“Hey, at least we’ve got the categories sorted out, right?” Cola tapped the sticky notes labelling each pile: donate, garbage, upcycle, keep, never worn… it set its drink aside and dived into the closet, brushing his hand over all the different textures of Ramona’s garments. “Man, you always have the cutest shit…”

Ramona smiled. “I know. You compliment me all the time.”

“Yeah, because you’re my girlfriend, and that’s my job. To bask in your inherent beauty and good taste.” They turned around to glimpse the sure blush on her round cheeks, then turned again as a dress caught their eye. They plucked it off of the hanger rod and brought it out into the light. “Does this one still fit you?”

It was a short, white number with lacy details and off-the-shoulder puff sleeves. A small, cross-shaped detail situated under the bust glittered in the afternoon sun rays.

“I honestly forgot I had it,” Ramona set down the shorts on their respective piles and took the dress from her partner, holding it up to her body and looking at her reflection in her full-length mirror. She turned slightly, eyeing how the fabric lay against her curves. “It might. I’m not sure if I still want it, though.”

She handed it back to Cola, who seemed mesmerised by the garment. “I haven’t worn a dress in ages. I stopped because, you know, I didn’t feel like much of a man, wearing them and being shaped the way I am…”

“You can try it on if you want.” She then pointed to Cola’s soda can. “Can I have a sip?”

“Yeah, sure,” Cola smiled and handed it to her, their eyes sparkling. “A-and… you mean it?”

“Of course.”

“Well… alright! Best do it now and not like how it looks than not do it and regret it later.” Cola laid the dress on Ramona’s bed, removing the hanger, and set to stripping away its Weezer tank top and jean shorts, leaving itself in a black sports bra and white boxers.

“Here, I’ll help you. Arms up, and take off your glasses,” Ramona instructed, setting aside the can and reaching for the dress. Blushing, Cola did as it was told. Bunching up the thin fabric, Ramona laid it at Cola’s feet. He stepped into it and allowed her to pull the dress up his body, adjusting it as needed so that it looked right on him. He slipped his arms into the cuffs and anxiously pressed his palms down on the skirt of the dress, completely red in the face. Ramona smirked and handed him his glasses.

“W-well?” Cola asked quietly, too anxious to look in the mirror.

“See for yourself,” Ramona hummed, gently turning him toward his reflection. Slowly looking up, it gasped, covering its mouth.

“Holy shit…”

“You are adorable, Cola.” She leaned over and pecked his cheek, making him bury his face in his hands in embarrassment.

“You’re sure I can keep this?” He asked softly after lifting his face and inhaling sharply.

“Yes, Cola, you can keep it, I’m not going to wear it. We can go on a date, you wear this and I’ll wear my blue dress.”

Cola giggled, twisting his short hair around his finger. “Oh, gee, that’d be…” He giggled again and cleared his throat. “Sounds like a plan. Why don’t we do it tonight, take a break from this clean out and get some dinner with Scott?”

Ramona nodded and kissed him again, on the lips this time. “I love you, Cola.”

“Love you, too, Rammy.”

#self shipping #self shipping community #self insert #self insert x canon #self x canon #self insert oc #oc x canon #circus scripts #❗Multiplayer❗#🌟🦝.s/i

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mellodiies · 4 months

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@dayrisen .. [ ᵏᵒᵗᵒ ] inquired : “ if i said i loved you, could you forgive me ? ” it's softer than she means, quieter, too ; his fingers between her own, gripped tighter than she should ( her own tremble, small, like leaves on the breeze. ) “ if i said i loved you, would you let me stay beside of you ? please. ” ♡ [ unprompted. ]

she'd asked for his presence , and though he'd dropped everything to come to her call. his mind drifts with the trees — someplace without him to the last time. when he'd sat on his knees until they grew raw. praying for her speedy recovery. ( though he assumed god: had laughed at his audacity. ) she did eventually recover. filling the outline the traumatic experience had drew. and marked. who koto used to be.

feet dance through the water , shallow pond from the dock they'd sat on. the girl speaks of loving him. as if she were starving. mello can not glance her way. the collage she'd created — the painted mural in his mind. was too great. silence befalls them , and only then does he glance down at their hands. soft . . . childish seated upon harsh wood. should he ask , he knew she'd plunge her heart from her own chest and give it back to the sea.

his heart cowers , its still a boy after all. “ there's no future beside me. ” though he bore many colors none would shine as brightly as she. a weed would selfishly continue to suffocate the flower. “ i can forgive you. i can accept you as you are but you aren't allowed to accept me ” he feels her trembles as they grow. facade of a killer — of a boss falling. eyes shift sideways until they catch sight. widening as it sinks in. the beast beside him. oh for she was just a girl.

#teen kotello has some things goin on #. [ ⚘️ ] 𝙼𝙴𝙻𝙻𝙾 . anger and fear still comfort the boy. ━━ 𝙸𝙽.#dayrisen

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yakhontt · 2 years

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ok some hcs for cultfrost!yakhont

they would go pick bones for cult!mello at night and give little presents to it after

they are very clumsy and forgetful

they like to read books just a little bit

he follows mello almost everywhere and likes to do everything mello does

likes to share meals with mello or eat raw bacon together

cult!yak considers mello as an elder sibling/role model/best friend kind of figure and respects him a lot

cult!yak also loves mallows and buttercups. they are her favourite flowers

#cultfrost!yakhont

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spiralspaces · 9 months

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mello donuts coffee no outside food allowed sprinkling of sugar and crime on your lips and fingers and what if i leaned over and licked it clean for you

bookstore, hushed tones, the little prince, we get along so much better then i thought we would (in person) talk and talk and talk and it’s better then i could have imagined. fahrenheit 451 cinder renegades keeper of the lost cities. i wanna talk to you forever

stationary store paper postcards lowercase reading room. grey couch under a sloped ceiling. low voices paper flipping. if i sat down and just let myself look, what would you say? i wish i did that. i wish i had let myself bask in your presence. cozy intimate i want to put my chin on your shoulder i want you to press into me fully fully fully you’re warm and solid and i can’t get enough. what if i kissed you what if i didn’t what if i had pressed my face into the space between your jacket (embroidered flowers on black fabric) and your neck and listened to you read, listened to your pulse, what if it sounded like home what if i wanted to trace the sight of your lips with my eyes and kissed the poorly pronounced french from your tongue

pins and pins and yours always yours. blood red heart bleeding sentiment and possession. yours yours yours. i want to give you my pin. i want to be yours. (purple moon and two stars and a little kitty cat - that’s what you knew was yours)

walking down the street the trees meet at the top, keeping us contained in this little bubble of domesticity, ceilings of leaves branches expectations, tire swings and porch swings and rope swings and mood swings

tupper your footsteps behind mine in the undergrowth your voice the only sound i paid attention to—all i could hear, hummingbirds and spiders and your firm grip on my backpack, tugging me to you, and it was just to keep me from recklessly jumping, but how do i break the news that i was never going to try, i just wanted to feel your hands on me, and i knew it was a fast track way to do it, danger calls to you in a way that says “save her save her save her” and you did.

yours yours yours. always.

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luvredvelvetluv · 2 years

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Run from the ugly puppet

Could you not, that bitch decided to ignore me, just because I pitied her, it wasn't my fault. I Didn't even care enough to run after her, she wasn't that much of a helper, she's just as bad as me, though I didn't care enough and I decided to just sit at the fourth lunch table across the room. Dad’s still pressuring me to try to not sneak out this time, but i know damn well that that studio has taken janice, bitch really thought she can escape me huh? Well I'll be, I got a tuna sandwich with some pop rocks, along with a bottle of mello yello, great, can my dad even get poorer after “janice” came back? Sitting on the rusty table, some girl decided to come up to me and ask if I was even ok. I dared to ignore her, but she honestly can't read, or even listen, at all, “I could give you my chicken nuggets, along with some candy if you would please tell me what's wrong.” ah, Emily, the sweetest most pure girl of all of stanton middle school, heck, she's too naive to understand a single word, i remember the time where a kid stole her flower printed bicycle, soon enough. The kid got caught by her, instead of giving him a knuckle sandwich, she decided to confront the kid with the simple “oh please pity me sir, this is my bicycle, please let me keep it and find something else that suits you please?”. That British motherfucker, how could she not have gotten punk by then?. Soon enough, I just replied with “im fine”.

“But you-”

“Ah shut it will you, I'm just tryna finish my lunch, nice talking wimp.”

She just strolled away awkwardly, not a word, just awkwardly. I grabbed my backpack to take out my notebook, along with an eraser. I couldn't even find a damn pencil anywhere in my pouch, so I just decided to take my pencil case, with ugly neon dog printing. There it is, that damn pirate marionette, how the hell did it even get here? Just look at it, its head was too big for its damn body, the missing eye just looked like death, the orange hair..ugh…it's a puke color, like some sort of expired pumpkin, the texture is just strong man, it felt like straw, i couldn't even stand it enough already, i was too focused on how did it even get here, i guess “jaydee” must have lost it and mistaken our cases, i still wondered, why is she referring to herself as “Jaydee”? And the fact that dad still believed that janice was there, i couldn't even stand this new “Janice” or “Jaydee..”, she acted so damn strange, like, she acted more serious then the real janice. she doesn't even remotely looked like her, for example, her chin looked like it took more on the down curved shape, the nose looks unevenly on the up direction, ugh, this made me want to miss my sister even more, i packed up my shit then decided it was time to head back to ms. Matt's classroom, that damn doll was in my hand, I couldn't even hold it any longer from its revolting feature, so, I decided to end it all by throwing him in the trash, heh, Pirate Percy in the trash, now that's something I would watch.

I wouldnt try to say that i searched for Mei, but i was just tryna see what she was up to, i know she was still mad at me, for putting her and the others in danger, as soon as i saw her, her expression went blank as she saw me, dumb motherfucker thought she was looking at a ghost, i dont even look exactly like one, except im just wearing a white t-shirt, but i dont even look that pale, what could she possibly be scared of me for?

That's when i knew, fucking pirate percy was floating behind me.

We both fucking ran down the corridors, while the possessed doll continued to scream with a disjointed face in shrieking agony, his appearance getting way more crooked and worse, he looked burnt, flesh started to decay, the clothing started to look raggedy, those bright eye-blinding robins egg blue started to turn into a storm blueish color, his hair started to fall out, leaving a exposed oozing bloody red colored brain in his skull, his cracks started to get more dense into his skin, his gloves were soon ripped out and replaced by large, void black claws. His shadow became more disfigured as me and mei continued to run down the stairs.

“OH FUCK, WERE SNAPPED MELROSE”

“ NO NEED TO EXPLAIN SHIT NOW, SORRY FOR BEING A BITCH TO YOU EARLIER IN THE STUDIO”

“I DON'T REALLY CARE ENOUGH FOR APOLOGIES, LETS STOP CHATTING AND GET TO THE BATHROOM”

There we ran, the monstrous creature still followed us, his black, deadly eyes oozing and dripping black liquid while chasing us, how did a small puppet turn into an underworld creature? From the very depths of hell itself, that's for sure. We then stopped at the library, he wasn't chasing us now, was he? He just disappeared, we both gasped for air at that time, until an old, raggedy teacher came up to us.

“Young ladies, are you supposed to be at the library this hour?”

“No ma’am.”

“Well, for your shenanigans, I'll give you two an after school detention for running in the halls, and going to the library when it's not open yet!”

The thing about her is that…we never saw her before, she sounded generic, with a medium but high pitched squeaky voice, shriveled. Like someone is dubbing her, her skin looked more like plastic or unintentionally, rubber. I swear, the texture didn't look real at all. I’m not saying that she takes self care seriously, it was like she wasn’t even human. Those hands she put on her hips had the silhouette of percy’s demon hands when he was chasing us.I could tell she wasn't taking us seriously, she nearly had a down side up part at the end of her left part of the mouth, kinda weird right? I've seen all the teachers here, even chatted with them before, but just not this one, maybe she's new? That could probably explain what she's doing right now. I guess.

I was escorted back to my classroom with a tardy slip, i could still feel shivers down my back, something tingling at my toes, the whole room felt blurry, my stomach was in immense pain, growling for something, it wasn't hunger tho, i started sweating at my forehead, my legs trembled, my mind was at a complete different place. I felt my eyes shutting down, my arms giving birth to goosebumps, so is my legs, i could feel something is tense around me, i started to mumble, my eyes felt sore, my eyes decided to take a trip to la la land, so is my body, my head started to wobble, it crashed down onto the desk, so did my body.

I layed down until I felt soft blue sheets under me.

(k so like, this is a chapter of the au I reposted about, and this is old, I got some criticism from a few friends sooo yeah, give me criticism so that I can improve stuff from now on)

#candle cove #creepypasta #fyppage #candlecove #local 58 #candle cove fandom #creepy #horror #candle cove percy #candle cove au #random chapter

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no-one-in-my-fandoms-are-het · 2 years

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Death note au where the death note effects nthe user mental health. This is focusing on misa and light.

For this light has hallucinations and misa has constant nightmares

For misa's nightmares they get do horrible that she can't sleep at night. She constantly misses hours of sleep because of this and that effects her personality and her carrer as a model.

Eventually it is gets to the point where she falls asleep at random events. Where she started to have horrible mightnares and nobody can wake her up. And when she does she starts to scream bad fight anyone who touches her.

They get worse when L toutchures her. The nightmares amplify and she continues to have them afterwords this time of L. It gets so bad she mostly traps herself in her room so she doesn't have to talk to him.

And Denver I headcannon L ad a insomniac she locks herself gin her room at night so she doesn't accidentally we all into him.

She's giving sleeping pills that only amplify her nightmares and trap her in them. She continues to take them because they keeping them to her but eventually she ends up vomiting up the pill after she takes it refusing to go to sleep.

After they find out they slip it into her drinks and food. After one too many times of taking a sip of water and waking up after feeling like she crawled threw hell without her skin.

She stops eating food given to her. And even when she does she smells it to see I'd it's been altered. So she's locking herself in room stops eating good given to he and only eats the food she makes it buys at the store and can't sleep. I don't need to say this impacts her model career badly.

Light yagami.

His hallucinations start small. Maybe a flower growing out of his hand. Or a girl walking with a woman's. But they slowly turn horrific.

The first horrific one is when he's studying and suddenly spiders start climbing everywhere covering every inch of his walls. And this leads to him stabing his walls trying to get rid of them.untill they climb on him.

He starts to see the corpeses of the people he's killed. Covering the floor and pilling up in the room. The death note makes him feel like he can touch and smell them so he stops touching people scared that he'll feel the corpses skin instead

People also trigger specific hallucinations.

Near his dad it the courpes

Near his sister its children playing

With his mom is a woman sobbing on the floor

With L it's blood flooding everywhere slipping threw cracks and windows and leaking threw computers and it drips on the task force but drenches L covering him in blood

But with his last confronion with near he starts to see blood again

After L's death he starts to hallucinate him. Around other people L just sits or leans against the wall silently watching. But alone he talks to light they have conversation about there days or reason and the natchure of good and evil. Whenever he talks to near L just sits next to the screens starring at light . During there lat confrontation he stands o er near as if saying "look I'm still here." And when light died he laid next to him and whispered "I can't wait to see you again." And that's the last thing he hears

While getting into the car to go to the wherehouse opening the door he sees Mello sitting in the care staring with a blank look on his face not talking.

Sometimes it's wings. Black ones when whenever he thinks of the death note or using it.

For kyomi takada I'm sorry I can't spell lights other girlfriend. I could imagine people talking voices constantly filling her head suronding her never leaving he ralone criticizing her ever action.

Insulting her mocking her degrading her. Everything she does is wroung.

#lawlight #light yagami #misa misa #misa my beloved #hallucinations #nightmares #death note anime #death note #kira task force #lawlight was saposed to be implied #implied lawlight #i apparently love tourchering my faves #mello #Micheal kheel #how do tou spell this bitches name

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stardustincarnate · 3 years

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SAY YES TO HEAVEN // L Lawliet x Reader

word count : 2989 genre : fluff <333 song inspiration here!

The day marked as a cloudy Wednesday in England. The air was mildly harsh and cold, the wind blowing my bangs back as I looked up to the sky with a smile on my face. My heart throbbed in a feeling I couldn't explain. It was more than just euphoria. I was feeling nervous, excited, happy— all the emotions were mixing inside me, but I was mostly happy, and I became overwhelmed that I didn't notice I dropped a single tear.

"Why are you crying [Y/N]? Don't!!"

"I suppose it's normal for someone to cry before getting married. Am I right [Y/N]?" Mello asked as he held my other arm. I softly nodded and chuckled before looking at the time. I soon told the three of them that we should be heading to the said location already. I certainly didn't want to be late for my own wedding, even if it's just a minute.

Matt and Mello were bickering at each other as they held either sides of my arm. Near was walking in front of me, silent as usual. I only smiled while observing them. I found it cute that I was being accompanied by these little successors who kept on joking and making me smile along the way. As we left Wammy's House, we took a hidden route that would lead us to an English garden that is also owned by Mr. Wammy.

By the time we've reached the garden, I told them to halt for a moment as I wanted to fix the creases on my dress first. I wore a simple yet elegant looking one. And I also needed to make sure I still looked nice.. at least for L's eyes.

"Guys, I need a mirror."

The three of them looked at each other before shrugging and looking at me. "None of us have one."

I puffed my cheeks, frantically fixing every imperfections I could see in myself. I gently touched my hair just to make sure that it was still styled and untangled. I lost count of how many times I asked them about how I looked— I couldn't help it.

"You look magnificent [Y/N]. Don't worry."

"Wow.. he actually talks." Matt playfully whispered to my ear. I lightly elbowed him before thanking Near who was slightly smiling at me. We had stayed on the entrance for a moment until we heard something coming from the structure on the back of the garden. It was faint, but I knew it was the sound of the piano.

My feet decided before my brain and I found myself already walking ahead of them towards the structure. The heavenly tune which was growing more and more loud had already ascended my soul to the heavens. It felt as if I was in paradise, add the scenery I was currently stepping foot on for more visuals. The flowers swayed to the rhythm of the wind, with few petals lying on the ground and leaves raining down on me.

My heart throbbed in euphoria, causing a smile to form on my lips the moment I stepped inside the opened vintage structure. The place almost resembled a Cathedral with it being so huge on the inside, the only source of light was the pale rays of the sun that barely made it through the heavy clouds above. Even the ventilation was natural as we were relying on the frigid wind that seeped through openings high up above and on the sides, including the opening that I just entered on. Shadows were playing on the walls and some amount of dusts were on every corner. And despite it being an opened construction, the melody of the piano still somehow managed to echo, giving it a rich surround sound.

My three companions soon catched up to me, walking behind me, holding me a little as I wandered deeper until the image of the man who was playing the piano became clearer to my vision. His back was facing us as he let his slender fingers continue creating the heavenly tune that was the only thing we could hear. He was wearing a suit, I could tell, and even if I had only seen the back I knew damn well that he looked good in it.

But to be honest, in my eyes, he'd certainly look good with anything.

Even without clothes—

Shush! What was I thinking? That would have to wait...

Say yes to heaven...

I stepped closer and closer, and then I realized that my little companions were no longer accompanying me at al—- but instead, they had ran up to L, placing a crown of flowers with different hues which I had no idea where it came from above his head. Mello held another flower crown, and the three hastily ran back to me.

Say yes to me...

I kneeled down to match their heights, with Mello soon placing the flower crown above my head. I smiled and blushed, murmuring a thank you.

I've got my eye on you...

L gave me a brief glance, a soft smile on his face. My heart thumped loudly as I got closer to the center. And there I was, standing beside the grand piano he was using as the music ended.

I've got my eye on you...

He closed his eyes as if savoring the moment of playing the last notes. Dumbfounded, I stared at his beauty, all the overwhelming emotions mixing inside me, causing me to slightly tremble.

L stood up from his seat, his hunched figure walking closer to me until we were facing each other. He looked down to me with the softest gaze, and even though his smile was only small, I could tell he was just as happy as I was. I covered my mouth, smiling, with tears also threatening to fall from the corners of my eyes.

Mr. Wammy stepped and halted in front of us. I beamed as I looked at him, and then back to L. His eyes gleamed even under the dull light, filled with glee that I almost cried at the spot.

Well, every bride really does cry on her wedding day..

All that small and huge bumps in the journey of our relationship is what made us what we are right now. It helped us grow stronger, made us realize that there's nothing like a perfect relationship, but there is a beautiful one. The scars in our relationship is what made it even more beautiful. Our wedding felt like some sort of achievement— not only because I could confirm I was the luckiest woman in the world for being the world's greatest detective's lover, but also because that day was our trophy. After all the hardships we went through, we still ended up there— we still won.

And isn't it beautiful to think that in the end, even after all the difficulties we've encountered that led us to almost giving up, we still win?

We're still winning.

And I was glad that I never gave up on him, because God knows how much I love him, even though sometimes he's unbothered, offensive, and seemed not to give a fuck about me at all.

"Don't cry. You'll ruin your make-up." L whispered. I chuckled, about to rub my eyes, but I realized that I was wearing mascara so I only looked up and smiled.

"I'm just happy. I mean.. y-you're finally going to be my husband. Oh my God, look! I can't even say it without smiling like an idiot."

"My idiot, that is." L put his hands on my shoulders and glanced at Mr. Wammy. "Let's get going with the ceremony already, then. I can't wait for this girl to be my wife already."

I looked down and smiled so wide my face could've had deformed. I then looked at him as Mr. Wammy formally started the short ceremony. The little successors' gazes were all on us, and I heard them whispering stuffs that only made me grin.

To be honest, I didn't even prepare any vows. I just needed to say what I really felt like saying at the time. Even though not always, the truth will turn out to be more beautiful— no sugarcoating or anything, but just the plain truth.

"Promise is overrated. We can't always keep our promises, can we? The word try is more appropriate, I suppose. Perhaps I might not be able to keep my word for eternity, and it's not that I intend to break that, but I will try to keep it from breaking. I know the road ahead of us won't always be full of glee because that's just how life works, but I'm willing to go through it all as long as you're with me. I know we can overcome anything and still win in the end, and even after the end. I.. I sincerely love you, not only as your soon-to-be-wife, but as your closest friend and your family."

L's smile surprisingly grew wider. And of course, he wasn't gonna let himself get beaten by me. He also didn't prepare any vows as I could tell.

"You are right. We made it this far despite of how many times we had argued, even over the pettiest things. There will be more, I assure, but I can endure your whining and complaining. In fact, I'm already prone to it."

I laughed.

"I hope to make it with you until the end. Come what may, but I won't leave you. I've surprisingly become highly attached to you, that I want you to be with me until I had enough of your presence. I adore you a lot, [Y/N]."

He took my hand and slipped a ring on my finger. I did the same to him, still trembling, my vision already obscured. I must've had looked like a mess by the time because I couldn't stop crying.

He kissed the back of my hand, staring at me.

"Very well. You are now pronounced man and wife. You two may kiss."

L unexpectedly wrapped his arms around my waist, whispering, "If I do it wrong, tell me. I'll do it again until it feels right."

I merely nodded. I didn't even know what felt right or wrong— I never kissed anyone in the lips for my entire life. But I had always wondered how his lips would feel. His lips that probably tasted like strawberries and coffee—

The feeling I imagined became tangible as he pressed his lips against mine. I closed my eyes and wrapped my arm around his neck, not knowing whether I should kiss back or not. I was kinda shy— but I eventually kissed him back.

We pulled away, and after some time of silence and just staring at each other, I heard Matt screaming in glee.

"YESSS! The list of successors are going to increase!"

"What do you mean—"

"Hey!" I blushed and shook my head before looking at L. "Well.. we're not planning that yet, aren't we?"

"Now that you mention, we haven't really seriously talked about it yet, have we? Anytime is fine with me. And when you're ready, of course."

"I'm ready, but at the same time I'm not. Weird, right?" I chuckled. "But thinking about mini-Ls running around and.. Oh!" I squealed, bashfully looking away.

"My [Y/N] seems more shy today. Although, I do like the sound of that. But not just mini-mes, little versions of you too. Let's see.." He mumbled, thinking about something. "Does five children sound good to you?"

"Five..?!"

"They said the more the merrier."

"Sounds fine to me.. Good, actually.. Hehe.."

My face felt so hot. Because for the love of law, I couldn't stop thinking about the process of making children!

Snap out of it, [Y/N]!

Ugh, but I didn't.

"Another five successors? Wow. This is gonna be challenging." Mello grinned.

"Actually, I don't intend to make our children as my successors. I would like them to be raised normally. Wouldn't you agree with me, [Y/N]?"

"Oh, yes!"

"Good. But anyway, we'll talk more about it later. I do remember that we're still going to do some things, right Watari?"

"Yes. We should head out now." The old man replied. We exited the structure and onto the garden where we took a lot of photos. Most of them included the successors just trolling around and being mischievous to L and I. There were some romantic photos though, where you can find L doing all the things I never thought he'd do. It was heartwarming that my cheeks hurt so bad after all that smiling. It felt like they were almost being torned. But it was such an amazing day!

The photoshoot ended before five, and we decided that it was way too early for us to head back. And I guess you could call it L's day-off that day.

We couldn't really watch a proper sunset since the sky was shrouded with clouds. But it's alright, the weather was fine and so was the scenery. It even felt better because my loved ones were there.

L and I were sitting on a bench, his arm put over my shoulder. We were watching his successors have fun in the garden. I smiled at the thought of our future children doing the same thing.

Soon.

It began to grow dark. L stood up, motioning me to do the same thing. I did what I was told and the next thing I knew was that I was being carried in bridal style. That was... unexpected. I hooked my arms around his neck, and he leaned his face closer to mine until our lips were pressed.

I closed my eyes as I squirmed a little. As I kissed him back, he left me shocked when he started nibbling my lower lip, gentle at first, but it soon turned rough, his lips moving in a way that indicated he needed more, if possible.

I had seen couples making out both in real life and movies, so I only copied them and did what I thought was good, opening my mouth just a little, and L dominantly invaded it with his tongue. I shut my eyes tighter and gripped his collar as he moved his tongue against mine, back and forth and in circular motions.

He slowly put my legs down, making me stand up without even breaking the kiss. He wrapped his arms around my waist, his hands soon travelling up to caress my right cheek. My legs felt like jelly and I moaned in the kiss. After that, we pulled away to catch out breaths.

I looked at him, our bodies pressed against each other's. His lips looked swollen from the kiss— and there was this enigmatic, predator-like look in his eyes.

It was ghost-quiet. And.. I didn't moan that loud, did I?

And, where in the world did L learn how to kiss like that?

He was setting me in the mood. I didn't like it. Not when we were still at the garden.. I thought it had to wait until we were completely alone! Why did he do it there?!

"L, is this really you? I mean.. how did you learn to do that? I thought you were inexperienced when it comes to kissing. That was honestly, err, intense."

"To tell the truth I've been watching people do that. I suppose I learned by watching."

I flushed and cleared my throat. "Well.. You are the world's greatest detective after all. There's not a thing that you can't learn."

"You are right." He snickered. "And given my title and judging from your actions, you are horny by now, aren't you?"

"WHAT?! N-No way!"

"No need to deny it. After all, I am too."

Before I could even reply, he snatched my moment. "I could take you here right now. If you don't mind?"

"L— what are you talking about? I do mind! We're in public, for heaven's sake. You should at least control your hormones.. Hmp."

"Sorry. I just got in the mood."

"Yes, and you infected me with that mood. Now we're both in the mood. It's your fault."

I looked to the side and saw the successors looking at the both of us in utter silence. And they weren't blinking too.

"Oh! Hi— how long have you all been standing there...?"

"Long enough to see you two doing that adult stuff. Watari told us to call you since it's getting dark and we should head back.. But—"

"But you two were busy.. so we just waited."

I mentally facepalmed. I elbowed L in the stomach with a scowl.

"So, you saw the whole thing?"

"Yes. Even though I wasn't completely focusing on it, unlike these two." Near replied.

"Oh dear. This is your fault, L."

"You said that for the second time already. I know. I'm only sorry that you have to see a sight. Although, why did you continue watching it?"

"It's his fault!" Mello pointed to Matt, who looked as if he was betrayed.

"Psh! I was curious. I needed to get some answers. Why do couples moan when they kiss? It's a bit annoying, especially when they start to look like they're being possessed by the eye-rolling thing. Is it really that good when you taste another person's saliva? What benefit will it do you?"

"I suggest you not think too much about it." L replied.

"Totally right... Err, we should be going home now! Come on, let's go."

"Alright. I can't wait to get home anyways." He gave me a knowing look, licking his lips. I blushed and hit his arm. This pervert!

The three walked ahead of us in awkward silence. L and I followed, our arms hooked together, ready to go home as a newly wedded couple.

#l lawliet #Death Note #death note L #death note x reader #l lawliet x reader #l x reader #mello death note #matt death note #near death note #death note imagines #l x you #death note fluff #l lawliet imagine #character x you

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secretshinigami · 3 years

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Inertia

Author: @yagami-raito-kun For: @jeevas-exe Pairings/Characters: Matt/Mello Rating/Warnings: T for language Prompt: “a small town au, where matt meets a stranger (mello) who he doesn’t recognize” Author’s notes: This is very different from what I normally write, but I had a lot of fun with it. My dad grew up in small-town Iowa, and a lot of the details here are drawn from my memories of visiting his hometown.

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Winchester Falls is a tired old town, home to crumbling buildings and crumbling lives. The motel you run is the former, and you’re the latter. You don’t know why you stay here, really, except that you’ve never been anywhere else. As a child, you were taught to stay put if you ever got lost, to wait for your parents to retrace their steps to find you. You know exactly where your parents are—you leave fresh flowers once a week—and you know where you are, too. But you feel lost, so you stay put anyway. Filling the vacancies. Waiting to be found.

Inertia is a property of matter, and the only property that matters to you is here.

You get long term boarders, mostly, and the occasional Kid Who Made Good. The ones who went off to college, who got out, bringing their girlfriends home to meet the folks. You knew them growing up, but talking to them is difficult, like forcing a man’s hand into a child’s glove. You have stayed small, and they have outgrown you. They say things like “quaint” and “suburbia” and “escape,” while you are unmarried, uncolleged, unchanged. You were “the Jeevas boy” when you were younger, and as you enter your twenties, you’re “the Jeevas boy” still. You wonder if you will ever be “Mr. Jeevas.” You know in your soul you never will.

But then the stranger comes.

He struts into your office like he owns it, a silver cross dangling from his neck, and he pays for his stay in cash. He’s your age, you think, all slender limbs and boyish swagger, and the cobalt in his eyes pulls at you when he talks. You’ve never seen anyone wear that much leather at once. You’ve never seen anyone care that little when people stare.

He’s trouble, Mr. Ruvie grumbles to anyone who will listen. That boy’s running from something. Mark my words.

Most people nod agreement or cluck their tongues, but not you. You just observe. He doesn’t appear to be running, you think, but you’re not an expert. You’ve never had anything to run from. You’ve never had anything to run to.

Inertia is a property of matter, but you don’t matter. You never have.

Which is why it surprises you, honestly, when the stranger knocks on your office door one day and asks if you have dinner plans.

I never have plans, you say.

Great, he answers. Let’s make some.

You take him out to eat. Not the smoky diner on main street, with its faded, generic Coca-Cola sign and pebbled plastic glasses. No. For him, you go to the buffalo farm. You eat buffalo burgers in the gift shop while the eccentric old proprietor hovers over you, telling you at length about the personalities of her bison herd. The calf who gets stuck in the same section of fence twice a week. The cow who can unlock gates. The bull who broke out last summer and mounted her horrified neighbor’s cattle.

Beefalo, he deadpans after she leaves, and you smile. What do people here do for fun?

There’s a Walmart twelve miles up the road.

He laughs until he realizes that you’re serious. This place is hell.

We could go shooting.

He perks up at that, so you pay your bills and drive to the bluff outside of town. He’s got a Beretta, it turns out, and somehow that doesn’t surprise you at all. You pin the paper targets from your rifle case onto the haybales with sticks, and stand back to see what he can do.

Not bad, city kid.

Fuck off, farmboy.

You get out your daddy’s Ruger and show off for a bit, then let him give it a try. There’s a charge when you adjust his posture for him, a static zap in your fingertips, and you wonder if he feels it, too.

Back in his room, as you share a cigarette, you’re positive he does.

Where the hell are you going? he asks.

Getting you clean sheets.

Why?

We messed them up. Besides, it’s my job.

Your job sucks. The sheets are fine.

His smile has lodestones in it, and to your surprise, you stay. You still have nothing to run from, you think, but perhaps you have something to run to. The idea of it terrifies you, but your thoughts are already in motion. They will remain in motion until he leaves—or you do.

Inertia is a property of matter, but magnetism is a force. You can feel it. You move.

Fuck this place, he whispers. Come with me.

And you whisper back:

Okay.

#fanfiction #death note #submission #mello #matt #MelloxMatt #mellodramattic #yagami-raito-kun #jeevas-exe #Near's Bday Finale 2k21 #ratings: teen

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pillow-anime-talk · 3 years

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one of your normal days.

synopsis: Some precious moments between the Wammy’s House boys and their girlfriend.

# tags: scenarios; current relationships; soft romance; some fluff; PDA; pet names; sfw

includes: female reader ft. l lawliet, mihael keehl, nate river, mail jeevas & beyond birthday {death note}

— LAWLIET

It was three in the morning when you ran your hand across the bed and it turned out to be empty on left side. You breathed, a bit disappointed, rubbing your eyes with your fists, then lifted your body into a sitting position, opening your eyelids.

“Love?” You grunted, then yawned, and next, you get up from your soft mattress to leave the bedroom and went into the next, bigger room, which had a mass of monitors and binders. The bright light was unpleasantly painful to your tired eyes, but you made yourself to come closer to put your little hand on the detective’s shoulder. “Why are you still awake, love?”

“Oh, Y/N. Sorry if I woke you up.” He whispered, looking from the computer to your sleepy figure. “I still have some work to do and...”

“I know, but let’s go to bed. You’ve been sitting here since supper... which was at seven.”

“Yes, you’re right. But work...”

“You know, work won’t run away, but health will. Let’s go to sleep. I’ll make you breakfast in the morning and help you with your documents. But now let’s rest, okay? Will you do it for me?” You asked softly, kissing his pale temple. Thanks to this his tense arms and back relaxed.

“Fine.” He said in a warm voice, allowing you to kiss him one more time.

This time, however, the kiss landed on his thin, sweet lips.

— MIHAEL

You smiled at your boyfriend, and your hand grabbed a glass of Scotch whiskey with one ice cube. You drank it all at once and kissed your man’s lips.

“Mihael, let’s go dance!” You got up from his lap and then you grabbed his hand. “One song, I promise!”

“Y/N, I don’t like to dance, you know about it...” He started calmly, which made you pout. After a while, however, a small, lovely smile appeared on your blushy face again.

“All right, I’ll dance with myself. I will be back soon! Order me a drink!” You waved at him and headed for the center of the dance floor. Immediately another, totally random girl took your warm hand and you laughed as you started having fun with her.

Mello watched your dancing body from time to time and smiled at your joyful face or the stars in your both pretty eyes. However, when your expression turned to a look of fear and the hand of a man other than Mihael’s appeared on your hip, the golden-haired boy got up from the couch and left his mafia friends behind him, heading towards you and the guy who definitely wanted to die.

“What do you think you are doing, bastard?” He asked, pushing the blue-eyed guy backwards and, at the same time, grabbed you around the waist. “Get the fuck away from my girlfriend. Only I can dance with her.”

You smiled under your breath as you turned towards his face and put your hands around his shoulders.

“So... Now you will dance with me? Pretty please?” You asked with an innocent smile and the twenty-year-old sighed loudly.

“Yeah. One stupid song.”

“I love you.”

“Yes... I- I lo-love you too...” he said ashamed, pulling you closer to his body.

— NATE

“Nate! Nate! Nate! Sweetheart!” You screamed as you ran into his room, so he twitched in surprise. He looked at you, raising his right eyebrow up and you smiled as you came much closer to him. “Take a second for me, pretty please. I have something interesting to show you!”

“What is it?”

“You will see! Come on, come on.” You grabbed his smooth hand and he obediently got up off the floor and followed you, still not understanding what was actually going on.

Only when both of you entered the living room and then onto the balcony Near understand what you wanted to show off; your small garden, which you have been nursing from several weeks.

At the sight of a tiny lemon tree, a patch of carrots and onions, and a few colorful flowers, he smiled gently, then looked at you and your satisfied face.

“What do you think?”

“It’s cute. You have a really good hand for plants, Y/N.” He said honestly, stroking your head. “When will they be ready to eat?”

“Hmmm... I think next week. Tomorrow I will also plant some tomatoes and cucumbers! I wish we had a bigger balcony...” You laughed softly, pressing your cheek against your boyfriend’s warm arm.

“Well, you know. If you want, we can move to the countryside. We can afford it. I will buy us a house with a huge garden for you. You will be able to continue planting.”

“Nate, you know you work a lot. There is no good and fast internet connection in the countryside.” You kissed his pale cheek, then knelt down, touching a small, green leave of the lemon tree. “But if we get old... I would like to live in a quiet place away from everything and everyone.”

The twenty-one-year-old smiled, thinking how you two will look in a few decades in a small, white house with a huge garden, many flower beds and maybe small dog or lazy cat...

It was a nice thought.

— MAIL

“Haha, you suck as hell, boy.” You laughed, still pressing the buttons on the black console as your vehicle passed Mail’s red car and took the first place in the ranking.

“Shut up. I’m just giving you an advantage, ‘cause I’m nice to you. That’s all.” He muttered, though you could clearly see the wrinkle on his nose and the nervous gaze hidden behind his white goggles with amber-tinted lenses.

“Just admit you don’t know how to play in ‘Mario Kart’. People are never the best at everything, you know. But I will support you even if you suck, babe.” You shrugged, but Matt denied it, still trying to win. “Ouu. What a loser.” You said when you as first crossed the finish line and winning the race.

Mail frowned as he laid his blue console down on the floor. His head stared up at the white ceiling and after a few seconds, his eyes moved to your cute face. You smiled warmly at him, moving closer to him and resting your head on his shoulder.

“Hey, Mail.”

“Hm?”

“You may suck in ‘Mario Kart’, but I love you anyway. Don’t worry.” You whispered, closing your both eyes, and he sighed loudly, patting you on the head.

“I love you too, stupid girl.” He replied just softly like you did it just a moment earlier, also closing his eyelids and breathing much more calmly.

— BEYOND

“What are you doing, dear?” A low voice echoed in the small, bright kitchen, so you turned and laughed gently as you saw the hunched dark-haired boy next to the white refrigerator.

“Croissants with strawberry jam. Your favorite.” You answered truthfully. “I’m almost done, but maybe you want to help me, Bey?”

“I’d rather watch you do it by yourself.”

“Okay. Then come over here.” You laughed under your breath as you continued to work on your sweets. Beyond was watching you closely during this time, every now and then asking what you are doing at randomly moment; of course you were always answering his questions, all the time encouraging him to help you. He refused, however, saying he will probably screw up something.

So when you finally put the croissants in the preheated oven, you turned to him and smiled again, saying that they would be ready in about twenty minutes.

“Maybe we rest on the couch for a while?” You offered, grabbing his cold, but smooth hand and pulling him towards the living room and the sofa on which you both lay down after a few seconds; Beyond on the mattress, you on his warm chest.

Although the feeling of love was foreign to the black-haired boy for most of his own life, now he understood the idea of loving another human thanks to you. It was nice to have your tiny body in his arms and smell your fruity hair shampoo or shower gel.

Also, it was as nice to eat your croissants with some jam and be fed by you.

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kimium · 2 years

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In the spirit of the season, Valentine Headcannons for LawLight?

Oh! How fun!!! I'd love to talk about this! Thanks for the ask, friend! I'm also including general Valentine/February HC. Rest is under the cut!

-L is both easy and hard to buy for. Easy because obviously he wants chocolates. Hard because they have to be a specific kind of chocolate. While L will eat any sweet he's spoiled and only wants expensive chocolates from exclusive shops that do exclusive orders but you need to order in advance. We're talking months or even a year in advance for a normal order. But for Valentine's Day?? Yeah, Light has his work cut out for him. Thankfully with Watari's help and a lot of money (which is pocket change to L) Light will get the chocolates for L.

-Mello is the King(TM) of Valentine's Day chocolate advice. Light is very begrudging of this fact and hates going to Mello for help. Mello is very gleeful and a little smug but he'll never lie about chocolate so his recommendations are always spot on.

-Sayu smartly asks one year why Light doesn't just, you know, make the chocolates himself. For someone who is supposed to be a genius Sayu's suggestion takes Light by surprise.

Sayu: Must be nice having so much money you forgot about how us poor peons operate in the real world.

Light: For starters that's not my money it's L's money.

Sayu: Oh, my bad. How awful it must be to have a wealthy boyfriend. Fate really has it out for you, Light.

Light: Sayu...

Sayu, laying her hand dramatically on a chocolate making book she bought: Oh no, don't mind me. Go order your expensive chocolates from some French chocolate shop whose name I cannot pronounce. I'll just be here slaving away in the kitchen making a homemade gift. I'd do it better than you anyways.

Light:

Light: Give me that book.

Thus, Light ends up making chocolates for L that year. His first batch are never spoken about again. (For the price of a hefty bribe for Sayu and Ryuk.) But in the end his chocolates end up fantastic because he's a Perfectionist. Sayu sort of regrets teasing Light into making them but alternatively she gets to eat the "failures", so...

-Light on the other hand is harder to buy for. He's never been into the commercialization of Valentine's Day and most traditional gifts are a "waste of time" in his words. Stuffed animals? He hasn't had one since he was five. Chocolates? Uh, those are for L. Flowers? People can buy flowers all year round so why suddenly are they considered so special? Jewelry? He doesn't wear any?? Kinky gifts? Look, L and Light have a robust sex life (some would say too robust) so gifts of that nature are an all year round thing.

But L isn't a genius for nothing and somehow every year he manages to buy Light a gift he genuinely likes AND is useful. Practicality is the key to buying for Light.

-Both L and Light aren't into "romantic" gestures during Valentine's Day. It's just another day within the 365 days of a year. So they're not doing things like going to a restaurant (Watari cooks better than most restaurants anyways. Also L just wants to eat desserts) nor planning any other "special" outing.

-Not to say the two don't like going out on dates (you can only spend so much time at a computer doing work). They just don't like going out ON Valentine's Day. Any other day they'll go for walks to a local café and try the desserts or Light will take L to a traditional Japanese sweet shop. Light also strikes me as a museum/art gallery sort of person so they visit local exhibitions if one catches his eye. That being said one year Light casually said he liked a painting and L was ready to buy the piece for Light on the spot. Light had to frantically convince L to not do that.

-But just because L and Light aren't into "romantic" gestures doesn't mean they're not taking the night off a bit too early than usual and disappear into their bedroom 👀👀. Yeah, no one wants to be within two floors of their bedroom on Valentine's Day. Watari always gets a Very Nice Gift the next day and is treated Extra Special for the rest of the week.

-The only other person (besides L, Light, and Watari) who gets a gift on Valentine's Day from the couple is Sayu. Because she holds a lot of blackmail and Light is Not Taking any chances. L knows why and is amused but follows along regardless.

-L and Light's secret pleasure during the month of February is watching trashy Hallmark movies and poking fun of all the plot holes/storylines/terrible writing. Ryuk joins them and it's a blast.

-Once one Valentine's Day some criminal organization was going around disturbing shipping orders and that affected L's chocolate order arrival time. L beat his own record for solving and arresting the criminals. Light just sat there with a raised eyebrow and said Nothing.

-That record was promptly beaten the following year when another group tried the same thing and it disrupted both L AND Mello's chocolate orders. That organization is Very Lucky they're alive and their punishment is jail time.

-Ryuk saw the heart motifs around town and genuinely thought Valentine's Day was some sort of "dark human ritual" involving "hearts". Light nearly choked on his coffee and had to explain the holiday. Ryuk was very saddened that his version was not the real version.

-The year Sayu has an actual date on Valentine's Day, Light and L put their Very Important case on Hold to hack cameras so they could Keep an Eye out for her. They also find every scrap of information about her date and say they're keeping it "for safe keeping". She naturally finds out and complains to Mello (who I like to believe she's befriended). Mello just shrugs and very casually texts Matt to make sure their own investigation on her date is hidden. Near witnesses Matt scramble to do the job and Sighs. (But he's not above it because he too has done research.)

Also Mello cannot relate to "bringing a date" home because he's high key dating Matt (and maybe Near??? Because I'm trash for that OT3). L and Watari have always known who he's been with. Sayu's a little salty but what can either of them do?

#personal #replies #death note

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blackbutlerfandomnerddomain · 3 years

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Who do you think would be who in a Black Butler death note AU

For this ask since I'm unsure which part you mean, I'll be doing casting for each fandom:

First will be casting the characters from Death Note being in Black Butler:

Ciel Phantomhive - Near. It would've been L but the fact is Near is so much like Ciel in a sense, smart yet childish and mysterious

Sebastian Michaelis - Light Yagami. Handsome, smart, scary when needed, a great actor. . . who wouldn't be better than him. Also, I think that Kira Opera Music in the score would really blind well with Black Butler's aesthetic

Undertaker - L. Odd person meets odd person. Not only would they get along, but Undertaker has a connection with Ciel and Near and L are far too much the same.

Grelle - Misa Amane. Let me just say: Beautiful. Bad-ass. Women. Gothic beauty who's covered in blood like her lipstick who has a great eye for dark and brute? PLEASE! Also, let's face it, Misa and Grelle would be besties.

Real Ciel Phantomhive: Mello/Mihael - Rivals from the very end despite being the same yet very different.

I have no idea who could be Lizzy or Alois or anyone else since, sadly, the Death Note cast is pretty small and so is Black Butler when you think about personality wise but Soma's actor would be Matsuda!

Now Death Note casting with Black Butler characters!

Easiest Start:

L - Ciel Phantomhive. I know, he should be Light cause main characters or Near since I casted Near as Ciel, but Ciel is a mysterious person who has another name only few police know of, has a sweet tooth, his hella smart and tricky, loves games like a kid, and we don't know his real name!

Light Yagami - Doll. Okay, why Doll? Isn't Light's life the perfect Golden boy life? Good grades, decent money, somewhat healthy relationship with, and has a secret side right? Well... yes, but Doll isn't also a double life person. Beautiful tightrope walker covered in flowers is what she's known outside the Circus troop, and she never really is herself even as Freckles, she's deeply loyal and caring towards her family too. To the point they all do whatever it takes to protect and care for each other! Not to mention, Doll's soft heart will be even more fun than Light's stern mind. Light's motive of being Kira was create a world ridden of cruel people because it's that bad to him, Doll would have a same motive but more connected her emotions being pure sadness of seeing the world be ruled by corruption. Plus, I also think it'll be entertaining to have somewhat a deep rooted evil in her soul that slips up sometimes. Maybe she'd live in a home with the circus members like Joker and Beast with Baron Kelvin who's a dick no matter what, her siblings being what pushes her to rid of evil like her "father". Longest one so far but damn I want to see that!

Ryuk - Grelle. As much as Sebastian is tempting to put him as the Ryuk with a cat obsession than apples, but Grelle would be a interesting pick. I think Grelle would help give Doll that boost of confidence to be Kira more than once, they might even have a similar goal like how Grelle and Madam Red had or Light and Ryuk did.

Misa Amane - Alois. I know, why Alois? Last people check Misa was in love with Light and Light wasn't really the best boyfriend. But hear me out (again), Partners in crime friendship. Like Grelle, Alois might give Doll a boost and they two would work out well together.

Rem - Hannah. Come on, if I'm casting Alois as Misa I have to add Hannah as Rem. She deeply cares for Alois like how Rem cares for Misa, though with Rem and Misa is more in love love than a motherly-son bond love.

#black butler #death note #black butler casting #death note casting #crossover #fanfiction prompts if needed

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uhhhhyandere · 3 years

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halloween special!

hi everyone!!!!

for halloween this year, inspiration struck and i decided to craft this halloween special demon/angel light au! i had so so much fun writing this and hope yall enjoy it!!!

no matter where you are in the world, if you celebrate halloween or not, i hope you all are doing amazing and know that you are so so loved (by me) and thank you all for the love and support you give! i love every single one of y’all and let’s finish out the year the best we can!!!!

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And He will bring hell with him.

The grass will gray, and the trees will blanket with ash as all life is left withered, limp, and colorless in his wake. He takes, and takes, and takes with the full red moon on his back and the stars glittering on his lips in golden lies. Should his, Kira's eyes, red with ire from his unattained vision, seek you out, you are bound to the pits of hell itself for eternity.

"Well, that's what the tale says," Misa said. "If you believe in that kinda stuff." She flipped the book over to display the illustrations. You leaned over to get a closer look. "They really have to make evil people this beautiful, huh?" You looked at her incredulously. "What? You're thinking the same thing! I just said it…" Her eyes trailed down to the pages again.

"He was a mortal once?" Misa nodded her head and adjusted herself on the sofa for you to scootch closer. Her red manicured nails slipped the page over to the next.

"Who tried to be a god." You squinted down at the new page and pointed.

"She kinda looks like you." She laughed.

"Just wait," Misa replied. "Anyway, he was young, a few years below us, when he came across the power to make him a god. He was not chosen nor special. The power was left to be picked up by any traveler. It just so handed to be dropped outside of his family's farm, and he just so happened to be who he was. An ambitious genius with the same hunger for power the poor have for food. He used this power to rise above all others and to kill any who dared step in his way." Tragic art painted the pages as Misa continued to flip through them.

"How?" Misa shook her head.

"They don't know. We don't know. A creature crueler than Kira. A bored god looking to stir trouble. A blessing that was used as a curse. Perhaps all. Perhaps none." She giggled. "Exciting, isn't it?" You scoffed.

"Yeah, yeah. Keep going."

"But he had enemies. No mortal man should wield what Kira wielded. Those who wanted to strip him of his power and deliver justice to those he had ridden of, not grasp the power, the golden throne, he sought. They played games with one another. Cruel, cunning games of who would outsmart the other. He who was supposed to condemn his power and he who had it used the same means to win.

"Us. Regular people used and thrown away to further their game. There was one," she pointed at the girl who resembled herself, "who picked up the same power as he. It was her who tried to love him, that bent at his word, that carried out his will." Misa swallowed, "but he had lost his ability to love, or that's what was thought until..." Misa cut herself off.

"Kira and his nemesis continued to use, to manipulate the very ground the other walked on. All until he finally stood at the foot of the throne of the world he thirsted for. Pristine and shining, it stood above the clouds themselves. This is where he was slain, where his blood stained the stone, the rug, the throne, infecting and cursing them. The throne cracked, contorted, twisted, and fell. Down, down it fell until he and the now blackened throne were in hell.

"One day, when the full moon shines on the bleeding night, he will rise, and he will bring hell with him. He will claim what he has lost to reign over the world of men. The grass will gray, and the trees will blanket with ash as all life is left withered, limp, and—,"

"I know that much," you interrupted, "but I'm confused. Did you leave a part out? Where you cut yourself off, I mean." White teeth dragged across her lip.

"After," she started to rapidly flip the pages, "after he was banished to hell, they found…" Her flipping stopped at the very last page, "this."

On the page was a cage with gnarled black metal and a large gash across the bars. A human whose arms crosses on their chest in an 'X.' Their feet were bound together and tied with rope to the middle's central support pole. Blood trickled down their face, torso, and legs. Beautiful, broken, ripped wings crumpled at their back. "He had stolen an angel. Broken them. Claimed them. Upon their back, scars from where he had failed to rip them off their back." She hummed. "Kinda looks like you."

You laughed nervously then scoffed, trying to get the haunted picture out of your brain. "Should his eyes, red with ire from his unattained vision, seek you out, you are bound to the pits of hell itself for eternity because you are who he has lost, and he will not fail again.

"But that's just how it goes!" Misa laughed good-naturedly and shut the book harshly. "Pretty scary, right?" You shook your head.

"Absolutely not. First, it's actually pretty disturbing. Secondly, it's so vague! No details on how he died, if the other guy killed him. You'd think after eons of repetition, they'd make stuff up." Misa shook her head.

"Yeah, if you ask a bard, but do you really want to hear a romanticization of it in a song where they talk about how he loved whom he locked away and claimed? They do not sing about the reality, for it is far too gruesome for even documentation, much less for song. At least, that's what Rem told me. Being vague is the only option to make it tolerable, but I think she actually knows the truth and won't spill." You laughed and rose from the library's sofa. "So? It's my favorite story."

"That's because that girl looks like you."

"And?" You clicked your tongue.

"I dunno. I did say it was disturbing, but you don't really believe in this kinda stuff, right?" You scratched the back of your head.

"Of course, I do!" She giggled. "Ever since Rem took me in and taught me to read, it's been my favorite book." How could you forget what an oddball Misa was? You sighed.

"Alright, believe what you want. Halloween is the day after tomorrow, after all. Be as spooky as you want." Misa rose and slipped the leather-bound book back into her bag. "Are you stealing that?" You harshly whispered. She shook her head.

"Nope! It's Rem's." Oh, gee.

"I'd rather steal from the library—which has free books—a concept I just remembered for some reason than Rem. Do you have a death wish? Nevermind, don't answer that. Why did you make me come to the library again?"

"Isn't this where people read?

"...You're right. I got nothing. Come on. I need to get back to the market. I promised my parents I would pick up the pumpkins Mello grew and carved. Apparently, people are putting lights in them to make the faces glow at night."

Your village was reasonably large, set on the misty hillside of the mountain. Though the nearest city where the Earl of the region lived was a few miles down the path and knights on horses frequented here on their patrols, your village felt world's away from society. It was also relatively famous for the chapel, so travelers often stopped to visit, especially with the holiday season.

It rested closest to where the cliff dropped into nothingness. Flowers surrounded it, and moss grew up its stone walls. Vivid glass windows decorated all sides and around the wooden doors. A tower ascended from the front to where a millennial old bell sat still for just as long, for it was only to ring when the world was set to end.

Within, pews lined the plush red rug. The rug ran straight to the golden altar, where a large statue stood behind. The stained glass filtered color light upon its flawless, stone complexion. Water poured from the few holes in the body down into the small pond around it.

"Are we going to meet on Halloween?" Misa asked. "You know it's my favorite holiday! Everyone will be on the square dancing and dressed up!" You smiled.

"Of course. You know my parents would not miss a party. We can meet on my porch since it's closer?" She nodded enthusiastically,

"Yes! That sounds perfect! See you then!" The blonde blew you a kiss and skipped in the direction of her house. You smiled before turning on your heel and approaching the square.

Of course, the market would be busy with both locals and travelers. It was mid-day, and each stand had its unique, limited-time holiday goods. You had to squeeze your way to make it to Mello's stand. The blonde grimaced as you approached. Ah. He's in a good mood!

"Afternoon, Mello."

"Y/N," he regarded you. "You're really going to buy a pumpkin with a scary face? Would it really go with your garden?" You scoffed.

"It's my parents, actually, and yes! I can be scary and festive! Not as good as you, Mello. I heard that you carved lots of pumpkins for the village." He hummed and motioned to those on the wooden stand.

"Not for the village," he replied. "You still have to pay, got it?" You rose your hands.

"Of course, of course." You began to browse the selection. "Will you be attending the festivities night of?" He scoffed.

"No. Now pick your poison or leave." You smiled and reached for one with a broad crooked smile. "Terrible taste." You furrowed your brows.

"...But you're the one who made it?" Mello's eyes widened for a second before narrowing once more.

"It's one of my worse ones. I guess it'll go well with you, then." You laughed and rubbed the carved circle around the stem with your hand.

"Yep! Sounds good, Mello." You reached into your pockets and dropped a few coins in front of him. "Keep the change. Happy Halloween!" Mello snatched the coins from the table and shooed you off. You morphed back into the crowd, maneuvering your way through the group back to your house.

An abrupt, intense headache wracked your skull, causing you to suddenly stop amid the crowd and wince, nearly dropping the pumpkin under your arm. With your free hand, you grasped your forehead, but the pain only escalated and pulsed down your body. Two particularly intense strands of pain erupted on your back.

Peeking up, the crowd blurred around you, but your eyes on a figure at the corner of the inn. He was too far to make out the intimate details besides his lithe frame and brown hair. For moments you locked eyes before he disappeared behind the inn.

The pain stopped as if it was an illusion. You snapped back into reality, chest heaving in relief. A few eyes looked at you in concern, but no one stopped to ask. Thankfully so. You wouldn't know what to tell them if they asked what happened.

Shaking your head, you safely made it to your small house hidden behind a large oak tree.

"Oh! You got the pumpkin! How was Mello?"

"Charming as ever, of course. I was just with Misa at the library before that. She told me the story about Kira and his fall to hell." Your mom nodded her head and took the pumpkin from your arm.

"Ah, that's an old one. I guess she's always been the type to be into that stuff. It freaks me out, personally." You followed your mom to the kitchen.

"Yeah, me too. I try to remind myself it's not real, but there's also the small tick in the back of my brain that tells me it may be, you know?" She nodded again.

"Oh, I like this carving! Nice choice, Y/N, but yes, I do that too. Especially since Halloween, this year, is on the full blood moon. An ill omen in all tales. Luckily the town's party rids my mind of such horrors, as should yours. Anything else happen today?" You paused.

"N-no. Nothing comes to mind. I think I'm going to go find father then wash up before dinner. Is he still in the forest?" Your mom nodded.

"Yep. He's been hunting that same deer for weeks now. Apparently, it has a rack of the like he has never seen before. Something of beauty. I think he doesn't even want to kill it as much as he wants to see it again." Your dad was somewhat of a conundrum. As much as he awed and loved nature, he was a hunter who made income on the sale of its pelts and horns. "I'm sure he hasn't found it yet. Maybe you can help."

Unlikely, but you liked to explore the misty pines surrounding your village. They were too safe and had a few secret spots where hollowed logs led to hidden clear ponds. Wishing your mom farewell, you entered the pines and inhaled their thick scent.

Your dad's job was handy in that you knew the backwoods like the back of your hand. He taught you the ways to track and navigate through the seemingly identical trunks.

He also unknowingly taught you to sense when something was off with the forest. After ten minutes of traversing, you finally had the feeling of dread. The mist was inches too low, the grass droplets too wet, and the temperature degrees too low. You held your breath and glanced at your surroundings.

A silhouette. A deer's head with a rack so vertically high you thought your eyesight was failing you. Except, as you stepped closer, this deer had the body of a man standing upon his two legs. Large hollow eyes oozed mist.

"..." something was whispered into the air. You continued to hold your breath. "...—/N." The deer-man gave no indication of moving, and you could not bring your feet to even wiggle the frost from your toes. "Y/N."

Your name. Crystal clear. Your breath hitched. His hand with long, natural claws extended forwards towards you. "Y/N," it repeated. "You mus—....—ere. No t—." You could not make out his words.

"Y/N!" Another yell. This time you recognized it as your father. Eyes blown open, you wretched your eyes from the deer-man and sprinted towards the voice of your father.

"I'm...sorry."

…

"You're not telling us everything." Your father accused. After you ran head-first into your father, petrified and stumbling over every word, he urged you home and waited for you to take the bath you begged them to allow you to have before sitting you in the sitting room, the fire roaring under the holiday wreath behind you.

'It just scared me. I've never seen a bear of its size." Why are you lying? You had no idea. As soon as your mom asked the first questions, lies flowed out of your mouth like the truth. Stories you naturally never could have conjured on the spot. Stories you would never because you did not lie, which is why your parents, despite their dubious expressions, did believe you. "I swear. I just got freaked out. I think it's because of the story Misa told me today."

"That girl," your dad muttered.

"She told them the story of the man who fell to hell. Kira." Your dad nodded and rubbed his chin with his hand.

"Ah, I see. That would do it. Y/N, I know the full blood moon is coming, but there's no need to fret. Stories are just stories, alright? Leave your candlelight on tonight should you be scared of the dark, alright? Me and your mom are in the room over, alright?" You nodded. "Good. Now, what's for dinner?"

…

You lit the candle that night. In your nightwear, you sat on the edge of the bed. Muffled moonlight streamed through the frosted window and reflected off the full-length mirror in the corner. You inhaled deeply through your nose and exhaled through your mouth.

"They're just stories. Just stories." Like a mantra, you repeated this under your breath as you ducked under the covers. Opening your eyes, though, you were met with a flash of shadow in the mirror. You jumped and stared at it with eyes open enough to feel the cold air. You waited for something in the still room to move, for it to flash again, but nothing did. Thankfully.

Still, you threw the blanket off of yourself and approached to assure yourself that yes, it was nothing, and yes, there was nothing: just your reflection and the room behind you.

Until you blinked.

For a second, blood poured down your body and wetted down your clothes against your figure—wings broken and limp behind your back.

You screamed and smashed the mirror with your fist on impulse. Along with the shards, your body fell to the ground, and actual bloodied hands kept you from collapsing entirely. However, the features in the fragments were not yours. The man, the one from the square, stared back, but at this closer view, you can see his eyes.

Red.

You threw yourself back against the wall and screamed. Your door busted open, and your parents barged in. Your mother ran to your side and took your hand in hers while your father took in the big picture around him.

"I-I thought I saw something in the mirror. Misa told me once the m-mirror is the passage to the other world. I-I know it's stupid for me to react like this, but I just… I don't know. Do you think it's the blood moon?" Your parents were quiet.

'It could be," your mother said. "The blood moon is supposed to come with magic. It enables beings to crossover from other worlds, from other planes. It is the ill omen, but crossing over is all they can do. They can't touch you or hurt you. That, I promise." You nodded.

Your parents stayed with you, and, for the first time since you were literally a toddler, you slept in their room, blankets wrapped around you on their floor. Relief flooded your system when sunlight broke through the window. Though your sleep was haunted by vague images and muddled whispers, you slept through the night after the incident.

"Are you sure you're okay?" Your dad asked. "You can skip your daily chores if you don't want to do them. Tomorrow too. Aren't I generous?" You laughed but shook your head no.

"That's alright. I think if I stay home, I'll just keep thinking about it. I need to get my mind off of it. Doing chores will put my mind at ease. Some normalcy, I think." Your dad nodded, though you can tell your parents weren't eager to just forget the events of last night.

You knew someone, though, that would be eager to learn about them.

"Misa, can you keep a secret?" She bit into an apple.

"No," she replied simply. "I tell Rem everything, but that's it. I don't really talk to many other people here besides you and her, so no one else to tell, but I know Rem will mind her business. She talks to fewer people than I do." That was true. You could count the number of times you talked to Rem on a single hand, and Misa said she liked you.

"Okay, don't freak out, but…"

She freaked out.

"And they were red?" You nodded.

"Glowing. A sinister smirk on his face. His hands in the reflection, touching my own through the glass. It was the same as the one I saw in the square right after we met." Misa's eyes widened in enthusiasm and jubilation.

"It's him! It has to be! Kira!" You shook your head.

"No, my mom explained it to me. It's a spirit from the other plane playing a joke on me. She told me that after I stopped crying and fled to their room before I passed out. That story isn't real. It… can't be." Misa shook her head and leaned forward.

"It is! It's not that you don't believe it's real; it's that you don't want to believe it's real! Y/N, you have to believe me." You grimaced and backed away to create some breathing room.

"Why would I want it to be real?" You whispered solemnly. "Why would I want that to happen to me? I can't believe it's real. It can't be real. I'm terrified if it is real, okay? If my parents think it's real because I do, they'll tell the church, and if the church finds out? You know how they deal with spiritual trespassers and those they possess. I'd basically be dead. My soul stripped from my being to ensure I do not bring harm to anyone else. I would be a hollow body, Misa! Don't you get that!?" You inhaled a ragged breath.

"...Has anything happened today?" You shook your head. "It's already almost sunset, so that's a good sign, at least. Sorry, I got too excited. Your feelings and safety are important. Okay, I promise I won't tell a soul about this." You breathed a sigh of relief.

"Thank you. I just… don't know what to do."

"Have you gone to the chapel? The water from the statue is supposed to cure any possession." You shook your head. "Okay! I think I know your next steps, then. Come on!" She stood abruptly from the bench and held out her hands. "Let's go!"

She dragged you across the diameter of town until your footsteps echoed across the chamber. A few holy people greeted you as they did their duties. Some travelers prayed at the pews for good luck and well-being. A single man stood next to the pond where the statue stood.

"Greetings," he welcomed. "I recognize you two from town, but I don't believe we've met. My name is Soichiro. Are you here to drink from the spring?" Misa nudged you forward.

"Y-yes. Oh, I'm Y/N." He nodded.

"I see. Does the blood moon have you nervous? Don't worry. Lots of people come to do the same before a blood moon. Come and cup your hands and drink the water. Any disease in your soul shall be healed." You lowered yourself down to your knees and cupped the crisp water between your palms. You lowered yourself to sip, and you swallowed.

But it would not go down.

You began to cough, and your body convulsed with coughs. Liquid did come from your mouth, but the drops upon the ground were not clear, but a vicious red. Soichiro yelled for the other holy people as your body shook and twisted. Ropes bound your wrists, and hands steadied your head—arms wrapped around your waist to keep you as still as possible. A man placed his palm on your forehead and whispered incomprehensible words. When he finished, he ripped his hand away, and your breath was restored. You were unable to fall with the tight grip they still had on you.

"W-what happened?" You asked, feeling the tears on your cheeks continuing to inch down and the blood drying on your chin. "I-I don't know. I'm sorry."

"Take them to the purification chamber."

"No! Please, no! Help me! Someone, please help!" It was a joint effort between numerous holy people to lift your struggling form from the ground. "Misa! Mom! Dad!" you called out for, yet, in the chapel, none of them were there. However, your screaming did not stop for them until you were placed on a large chair and gagged. Your legs were bound to the bottom of the chair, and arms rebound to the arms. Holy people circled around you.

The chair you were in was much less a chair and more so a throne. Pure white metal was attached directly to the ground. Red cushioning provided comfort to your rear and back. With ragged breaths, you looked waited until one of them spoke or did anything besides watch you. It was the man who sentenced you here that approached.

"Soichiro," someone called, but he ignored them and angled his head down towards you.

"I am going to undo your gag. Do not scream. I just want you to tell us the truth if you know anything. Sometimes… they do things without signaling a mortal." Large calloused hands undid the gag, and you inhaled greedily. "Now, tell us."

"A-are you going to take my soul?"

"Speak first. I cannot make promises I do not know if I can keep." You swallowed and explained what you could to them. Your eyes were focused on the ground. The terror you would feel if his reaction was bad was too grand for you to meet his eyes. The silence after you ended your experience was deafening. "I see." He looked to a holy person nearby. "We need twenty-four-hours to prepare for the ritual. It leaves us with little room before the blood moon rises. If we do not store their soul… go now. It is much worse than any of us could have imagined." Your heart plummeted.

"W-what? No! Please! Tell me what's going on! D-don't take my soul, please! I-I want to live! I'll run away! You'll never see me again!" Soichiro stared at you with what you hoped was empathy. The bags under his eyes spoke of his wisdom and his exhaustion. He motioned for the rest of the holy people to leave, so it was just him standing over you.

"I'm sorry, child." He spoke softly, knuckles wiping the tears flowing down your face. "No matter how far you run, no matter how fast, no matter how well you hide, no matter how you continue on: alive or dead, he will come for you. The moment you locked eyes in the mirror, you were bound to him, just as you always have been." You shook your head, vehemently.

"It's not true, is it? Kira... is he…?" Soichiro smiled sadly. "It can't be… it can't be me. It's impossible." You sobbed. "How? Please, at least tell me before… before…" You couldn't even make the words out.

"My son," he began, "was always destined for greatness, but then greatness found him, and he became too great. The power he found was a single, black notebook. Write someone's name, and they would pass. It originally is from a Shinigami, a god of death, that possessed him while he owned it, but… there are forces more potent than Shinigami in the universe. He and his opponent, the one who sought to bring the mysterious killer Kira, my son, that plagued the land to justice, who we called L, always were at a battle of wits, of plans, but, in the end, my son won.

"But this victory angered others. It was they who killed him at the throne of the world. It was they who watched him plummet to hell. It was they who built the statue in this chapel and sealed him in hell so he could never return, but they have long passed. Their magic fading in time. I could do nothing in all this time except pray to angels to keep my son at bay." He paused and looked up solemnly. "You must be wondering how I am alive," He looked down at his pale hands.

"The notebook is gone now. The Shinigami that dropped it fled back to his world when Lig- Kira, was cast down to hell. I, too, touched the notebook. A scheme my son created to get ahead. The curse of it never went away, and I am now stuck to live eternity until my son ends it." He clenched his fist. "I did not know you were so close. I did not know it was you. If I did… I would have taken your soul long before you could have known life without it." You shook your head.

"I don't understand. What is my part? The book… the book only showed a cage with… someone in it. The story has no word of them. Just the girl… the weapon that served him." Soichiro sighed.

"Back then, the plane between the mortal realm and other words was thinner when angels and spirits would roam mortal lands. You were an angel. A new one. Young. Wide-eyed and drawing silver linings wherever you walked. Someone he set to ruin. Someone with a soul so pure that he can take and twist to his own liking. No one should see you except him, so he locked you away and bound his soul to yours and your soul to his. As long as he lived, whether here or hell, you would too.

"But just your soul. Unlike me, whose mortal body is stuck, it is solely your soul that has been recycled for eons. His part, the part of his soul within you, could only be awakened should your eyes meet his. Then, with his entire soul active and with the power of the red blood moon, he will be able to break the barrier that seals him tomorrow night. We must lock away part of his power, so he cannot walk this land again.

"Should he, then he will seek to claim all that was taken from him. The mortal world will fall as we know it. Those he inevitably tricked in hell to follow him will breakthrough behind him. What the world deserves for not seeing him as the god he sees himself as." Tears pooled in Soichiro's eyes. "I still love my son. The bright-eyed boy, but he cannot love. What he feels for you is something far darker, something twisted. I do not know what he will do if he finds you. You will be better off soulless." You sobbed.

"B-but the deer-man in the woods. Do you - I mean…" He furrowed his brows and shook his head.

"I don't know, I'm sorry. I'm so sorry my son came upon you. No one deserves this fate." You wretched in your bindings, ragged breaths, and eery whines escaping your mouth. "Some will be around to feed you later, and someone… someone will explain everything to your parents.

"Let me see them!" You yelled out. "Please! One last time! They don't know anything! I just want to… please, I… I get it. Why you have to do this, but please let me say goodbye. Please. I just," you bit your bottom lip to prevent another wail, "please." Soichiro shook his head. The man could no longer maintain eye contact with you.

"I can't. We cannot risk you talking to anyone lest risk his jealousy. As far as we are concerned, you are not you. You are his." You pulled against the ropes once more. "I'm… so sorry. It is best for everyone that he does not see you with others while he is powerful enough to watch this world. I hope you never forgive me." Crestfallen, he turned his back and approached the door.

"No! Come back! Please! Don't leave me alone here! P-please! S-Soichiro!" Only the slam and locking of the door met your calls.

You don't know how long you howled and wailed, how many times it echoed back in the circular chamber to your ear. There came the point where your body could make no more tears, so you were left with pathetic dry heaves. It was then that a voice whispered in your head.

"Y/N…" It was different than the voice in the woods. It was sinister, deep, evil. You focused on anything, the floor's intricate patterns, the ceiling, the running water behind the chair, the plants around the circumference of the room, anything to not acknowledge it. "Oh, aren't you a gift wrapped up for me? Clearly my father's work. Don't ignore me, Y/N. I know your every move. I know you can hear my every word"

"F-fuck you!" You cried, and he laughed. Then, he clicked his tongue.

"Such dirty words. You're not the angel I remember, fresh out of the clouds. Ah, but there wasn't much angel left, from what I can recall. Do you feel it, Y/N? It shouldn't be long now…" For a long time, nothing happened, then, like two knives down your back, you screamed. "Ah, there it is. Those screams, I do remember. I don't care if it hurts." Blood soaked the cushion behind you and flowed down to your rear. "You brought this on yourself. This is what you deserve."

"I didn't do anything!" You writhed.

"Is that what my father told you? Is that what the story says? Oh, they couldn't be more wrong, love. You denied me what I deserve. You could have fallen to hell right with me, where you can be where you belong, but you stayed. I couldn't have you running back to the angels to live your days without me. I wouldn't allow it. If I hadn't had Mikami lock you in that cage, if I hadn't bound our souls, your grave would be in the flower fields above the clouds, but you got conceited.

"Let me remind you of something, love. You are mine. Your body, your mind, your heart, your soul, what's between your legs, it's all mine. We are bound for eternity, Y/N. There is nothing you can do about it." He got quiet just as the immediate pain receded, leaving you with intense throbs.

"You… won't get the chance," you spoke through tears. "Big talk for someone who isn't even going to breach this plane." A flash of pain sparked in your skull. He chuckled.

"Oh, Y/N. Perhaps you are just as green as you were when we met. I can't wait to feel you again. To have you watch me burn the world." Silence.

Despite your exhaustion, you could not sleep. You might as well have melted into the chair in how your body did not move a single inch, too scared to bother your wounds, and have the pain come back that is still aching. You did not want to spend your last hours unconscious. No one came to feed you.

"They're coming," he said. "They'd better be quick, then. The moon is almost up out there, after all." He groaned, and you jolted at the feeling of a cold hand on your neck.

Soichiro and a train of holy people entered the room and surrounded you. He approached your limp body and undid your bounds. You did not miss him tense, and his eyes widen at the pool of blood in the seat from your back.

'We must hurry. Any minute he will come through." Soichiro enlisted others to help him carry you back up the stairs to the altar. "Twenty four hours in the chamber has amplified their soul. It explains the marks on their back from their past life. Quick, on the altar!" The cloth was smooth against your skin as they placed you.

Movement flurried around you as different scents were sprayed, various objects were placed on the ground and on the altar around you, and foreign words were spoken around you. Fatigue racked your body. There was not a single inch of your body that you could to move.

Soichiro stood over your body. Your eyes, dead and clouded, stared up at him. In his hand was a singular, transparent, glass object. Quickly, he lifted his hand, ready to plunge it down.

A loud bang resounded in the chapel, and the glass fell with a splatter of blood. You rolled your head to the side and watched two bodies approach from the entrance. All of the holy people around you were blown limply against the walls around you. It was only when they were right above you that you recognize it was Misa and Rem.

"Rem, can you carry them? Do you still have your strength?"

"Do not worry, Misa," she replied. Long arms lifted you while Misa skipped ahead and smiled reassuringly back at you. Music filled the crisp air. Lights hanging from the trees and other ornaments swept by your visual field. You groaned and lulled your head to face Misa.

"M-Misa, no." You groaned. "He's coming." She giggled and turned around. Skipping backward, her smile widened. Behind her, the crowd gathered in the village square. Their vivid garments stuck out under the lights.

"Of course I know, silly! Rem is a Shinigami just as the one who gave Kira his power. Just like he had a notebook, I had Rem's, but it was destroyed eons ago. Still, it binds me to live eternally, just like Soichiro. Luckily, Rem's cloaking magic covered me when I've met him, or he would have spoiled it all for us!

"When I saw you, I knew it was you. No matter how you may physically change, your heart and soul are always the same. Now, he's going to return to us. He's going to spearhead the new world." She twirled her hair around her finger. "Isn't that exciting?"

You had no strength to fight in Rem's hold. Even if you did, you were unsure if you would be able to beat a Shinigami.

Eyes were drawn to you as your bloodied and weak form was carried by an almost unidentifiable figure. Gasps echoed across the crowd, the music stopping as you presumably reached the square.

"They watch helplessly," he spoke. "They know you are not theirs to touch. Soon, they will all know my power. They will all know who you belong to. Keep your eyes open, love."

"Y/N! Y/N! Move! That's our child! Move! Y/N! The desperate calls of your parents broke through the crowd, but Rem presumably pushed them far back just the holy people, scaring the public to still and part for your funeral march. You heard the sick smack of bodies against a surface. Misa hummed to herself in front of you. Your head rolling back, you met Mello's wide and helpless eyes as he stood in the crowd.

Misa led you away from the crowd and stopped at the flagpole at the village's entrance gates with the group following. Rem retied you to the base of the flagpole; your arms crossed over your chest in a familiar 'X,' legs and waist bound to the pole. Misa's settled herself next to you.

"All!" She called. "Watch as the blood moon rises behind the chapel! He who fell to hell is rising again to take what is rightfully his!" She pointed to the moon as it brilliantly glowed crimson above the chapel. Murmurs rose from the crowd, suspicious and fearful. "Watch as our god returns to the mortal realm!"

The church bell rang. Its deathly reverberations echoing in your ear. The crowd fell to silence.

"Have you missed me, love?" He spoke. "Because I have missed you."

A red beam of light erupted from the chapel, followed quickly by multiple explosions. The statue, the roof, the infrastructure all crumbling by the expanding beam of light that touched the sky, screams erupted from the crowd, and they began to scramble. You pulled with what little strength you had left, but the pole against your back seized you in pain to cease your movements.

A silhouette could be made out of the beam. Large black wings spread from his back, sharp and jagged. Hands rose above his head before he dropped down in front of the chapel submerged in flames. His shadow enraptured you, and though his shadow was mostly unclear from a distance, you could make out his eyes even from here. Slowly, he took his first step forwards.

Every needle and leaf in the trees around him fell. The grass withered all around him. Ash from the sky and littered the ground. With each step, the radius expanded until more and more life died around him. Your eyes trailed to the unconscious bodies of your parents against a tree. His zone of death stretched farther than them.

"Eyes on me."

"You're going to kill them!" You screeched. "Stop this madness at once!" You shook in your bonds. Misa was frozen next to you, eyes wide in anticipation as he approached.

"Ordering me around? Perhaps you still are conceited. I think killing them will remind you of your place, hm?" Unfortunate humans were reduced to ash in his radius. The wind blew the ashes all around him, gently lifting his brown tufts of hair. "These mortals are nothing compared to you and I. Accept me as your mate. Accept the part of your soul that is my own, and the pain will all go away. You'll be dragged down to hell, and I'll bring you right back up."

Your parent's ashes were a different color than the rest.

"You know, it's been an eternity since I've heard you call my name. Do you even remember it?" You shook your head and squeezed your eyes shut. The thick scent of smoke, of ash, of death, permeated the air. "Eyes on me." He was almost here. Arms extended to the side, he approached from the other side of the square now.

"Misa, we need to leave."

"No! He's here! He's finally here, Rem!"

"His aura will kill you, Misa."

"No, I won't! He won't!" Rem, at lightning speed, grabbed Misa and flew in the other direction. "No! Put me down! I'll never forgive you! Stop!" Her voice echoed until it was out of range. Your head lashed back and forth, looking for any sign of life, but there was none: just ash, dying grass, and gnarled, graying trees.

Dressed in all black, eyes blazing, teeth sharp, wings stretched, he now stood before you with the moon on his back. You pushed yourself against the pole despite the shock of pain. The grass around you died, the bugs vanishing, but you remained fine. You stared at his feet.

"Oh, love," soft fingers reached down and tilted your head up. "You're as beautiful as I remember." Black wings encircled you, so you could only see him. "Do you remember my name?" You shook your head, and he gripped your chin harder. "Do not lie to me. Say my name, Y/N. Sew the wounds of your forsaken wings and accept your place with me." His voice resounded in you. "You feel it. I know you do. I feel your pain. Your fear. I've felt every emotion your reincarnations have ever felt. Say my name." He leaned in close.

"Kira." He clicked his tongue.

"Stop resisting," he hissed. "Say my name, Y/N." His breath glided against your cheek. His hand moved to cup your jaw, and the other trailed down your waist.

"Light." It came off your lips quickly, easily, and he smiled, eyes widening with pleasure. Immediately, relief filled your physical body, your back's pain dissolving. Your head tilted back in bliss.

"Y/N," he whispered against your neck. "Finally." He inhaled your scent deeply, hand tilting your head to give him more access. He placed a small kiss against your skin. His kisses trailed upwards, along your jaw, frantic against your cheeks, nose, until he captured your lips and stole your breath.

"Oh, Y/N," he whispered against your lips. "I love you."

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